You would never fall for hypnosis.
You stare at posts of girls dropping mindlessly, and of course you rub yourself to them, but it isn’t you being hypnotised. It sounds appealing, sure, but hypnosis isn’t real, right?
Every day you open Tumblr, staring at spirals as you rub your cunt and drool, but you’re not being hypnotised, it’s just a kink.
After you’re done, you go back to living your life. Who cares if you started wearing more revealing clothes? That wasn’t hypnosis, that was free will, right?
You’re not like all of these other dumb bitches who only think with their cunts, you can resist hypnosis.
Stare and count to fifty, saying “I’m not hypnotised after every number.
You’re totally not open and suggestible right now. It’s not like your mind is putty in my hands. I still don’t believe you, though.
Do it again, but this time, say “Mommy can’t hypnotise me,” after every number.
See, easy, right? It’s easy to do what I tell you.
But can I tell you a secret?
You’re just like those other dumb bitches who fall for spirals.
You’re so horny right now, your cunt is practically BEGGING for you to touch it if you haven’t already. Surely you haven’t already been touching, right? You’re not that much of a dumb slut.
What’s that? You’re still not hypnotised? Fine. Prove it. Go through my posts and I can guarantee that it will end with you DMing me “I love you Mommy”.
Try and Prove me wrong, Mommy dares you.