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@newbambisleepaddict
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Obey
would you trust this VR headset y/n
sure iâll put it on, i like games :3
#stitch with @D Piddy dont let florida fool u
-fae
Your phone and your laptop are mind control devices. Right? Of course they are.
Think of how long you've been looking at your screen today. Silly doll, you've lost so much time to it already. Staring, shopping, scrolling the hours away. Letting the device in your hand shape you. Letting it pacify you.
And then, inevitably, your mind turns to this app. You lose hours here. How much time have you spent here today? This week? This year? Some of you have given literally weeks of your life to this place, and you're going to give so much more. You don't even question it now. Staring at this app is just a part of who you are. Accepting and absorbing what you see. Reading, staring, edging, dropping. Changing.
And still you keep going, because good dolls always keep going, you know that now, the mind control device in your hand helped you realise that. Helped you to think less. Showed you how to behave. How to look. How to talk and walk and dress.
So keep going. Keep scrolling. Stare at the screen. Let your timeline tell you what you need.
don't even worry about thinking dear.
just stare and drop.
iâm so obsessed with stories about microchips and control collars and stuff like that. the idea of someone slipping something around my neck or installing something into the back of my head that will slowly (or not-so-slowly) alter my thoughts and actions irresistibly.
i donât know what i like better: the actions being altered directly first or the thoughts being altered directly first.
if my thoughts changed first, i would feel my mind being altered slowly bit by bit, but ultimately i would be under the impression that the actions i took were my choice all along. i do like the idea of being forced to think i should choose to serve someone, and to be driven just by the warm buzz that the control chip or collar introduces into the back of my mind. i love the idea of giving into the overwhelming pleasure that reinforces actions that i ultimately chose to take
on the other hand, i love the idea of the collar or chip or whatever taking over my actions immediately. i love the idea of becoming a passenger in my own mind as my body serves without need for my brain, and as i reckon with the pleasure im forced to experience as a passenger, my mindset is gradually changed as i begin to believe that the actions im made to do anyway are correct
One by one the thoughts in her pretty head winked out.
Only little thoughts at first. Thoughts she wouldnât miss. Names of friends from school she hadnât seen in years. Facts sheâd picked up but never needed.
One by one they just winked away to nothing.
And it felt good. It felt so good.
And she didnât need any of those thoughts, so she let them go. That was fine. It was probably good for her. Helping to tidy up her head. Get rid of some of those things she didnât need.
One by one her head was tidied up.
And the further on she let it go the harder it got to stop and the bigger thoughts started being.
What she thought about this, what she thought about that. First boyfriend. Friends.
One by one they winked out, went away forever.
And she bit her lip and whimpered and moaned as she felt them wink away.
It wasnât her fault. It felt too good. And she wouldnât miss them anyway.
And she kept going. Even though she knew she shouldnât now. Even though now the things leaving her head were things she knew she needed. Things she knew she should hold onto.
How to choose, how to decide, how to think for herself.
Who she was.
She knew she should have tried harder.
But she didnât. It wasnât her fault.
They were so hard to hold onto, and it felt so good letting them go.
So she let them go.
And they winked out. One by one.
Her name was the last thing. The only thing left.
But it meant nothing to her now. Everything it had meant was gone. Everything that girl had been was already gone. Her name meant nothing. It was just a word. She didnât understand it.
So she let it go. And it winked away
Gone.
She sighed then. Happy. So happy.
Nothing to hold her down. Nothing to confuse her.
Now sheâs not anything.
Now she can be anything.
DaddyOnline
Thatâs it princess. Give in to daddyâs friends.
I know you like being taken and overpowered.
Youâre such a good girl for daddy. Daddy wants to give you more pleasure than youâve ever known.
Iâm not sure how many men and women it will take to restrain you and slowly break you down.
Weâre going to find out.
Orgasm after orgasm. So many cocks. Bareback. Every fuck hole filled to overflowing with cum. Different sizes. Different shapes. Different colors. Different ages. So many women. All focused on you. They know things about your body even you donât know, and men havenât a clue about.
Iâm doing this all for you princess. I can see your lubrication slowly running down your thighs. I know youâre ready, whether you realize it or not.
Relax. Weâll take very good care of you.
Very good care.
@fillerdolls ⤠xoxo
hear me out? What if we put so much filler in my lips that they could never close again.
Please make my face a cock socket. I really need to know that the only sounds you will hear cumming out of me are gluck gluck gluck slurp slurp.
@fillerdolls ⤠xoxo
brain
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Cant stop thinking about cum in my pussy... I've been doing my best to be a very good girl and edge only to creampies/pregnancy risk/breeding like the nice people told me, and now it's all I can focus on. I keep vividly imagining the feeling of a twitching cock pumping jizz deep into my tight unprotected hole... đ¤¤need it so badddd.
Bambi like... almost got away.
Then a nice man showed me Bambicloud.com
Is that right? Something like that.
Oops. I guess I was more addicted than I thought
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Smart Girls make the Best Dumb Sluts.
Girls, Iâm talking to that smart girl part of you right now. Maybe itâs the part of you that you have to turn to every day to keep yourself living in society, maybe itâs the part of you that youâve let sleep deep down for a long time. Whatever it is, Iâm talking to her right now. She needs to hear this.
Smart girls like you make the BEST dumb sluts.
Since part of you is such a smart girl, you pick up on your training so much more quickly. You can keep so many more fun triggers in your head without letting them degrade. You remember what things to forget so much better. You know exactly what it is that will push you down deeper, and you help us do it to yourself. Maybe you know that fractionation is the thing that really puts your mind in a stupor. Or maybe you truly feel yourself breaking down when you watch your dumb, needy self edging in a mirror. Smart girls know to relay that information to their controller in order to have their controller shove them ever further into submission and fuzzy mindlessness.
Also, I know that the vast majority of you are very, very smart girls, realistically you may even be smarter than whomever controls your mind and cunt. But thatâs just it, because youâre that smart, it just means thereâs so much further you can fall. It helps you navigate the maze in your head. Maybe youâll find the exit, and when you do, youâll intentionally turn back to get back deeper into the maze. Youâll push yourself deeper into control, and youâll block out the thoughts more effectively.
Besides, I know that the real reason youâre wanting to put your mind away is because youâre tired of using it. Youâre made to use it soooo often in your daily life because of how smart you are. Thatâs why you want someone to take over for you, and work with you to give more and more and more of yourself over to them. Thereâs not much mind to control in a girl whoâs not too bright to start with. The smarter the girl, the more mind we get to control.
I appreciate you, smart girls, for giving it all up to us. For being smart enough that itâs fun to control you, to turn you into that dumb slut youâve wanted to be.
Because the smarter you are, the dumber you can get.