Pavlov's Bell

The name keeps changing, but I'm still all about the Pavlovian responses, the brainwashing, the mad bisexual chaotic energy of my little Tumblr corner. I'm a dude in my 40s, you can call me Pav. Anything else you want to know, just ask!

[littlewickedthings]

Miss Alice Meow

[soberscientistlife]

[littlewickedthings]

Srta Dolores

[apolladay]

Do you remember 9/11? ?

yes

no

Voting ended onSep 12, 2024

Not as in you've heard of it but as in you actually remember September 11th, 2001.

[wilwheaton]

“But overall, Trump was just, well, sad. He needs to reach for a world leader who vouches for him, and the wheel lands on … Viktor Orbán? He tries to argue that his “very fine people” on both sides at Charlottesville comment was taken out of context and debunked; he points to … Laura Ingraham and Sean Hannity and “Jesse” (Watters, I guess—he didn’t finish the sentence, as was the case with so many of his sentences). And while “I have concepts of a plan” was the worst and dumbest sentence he uttered, a close second would have to be, “Now she wants to do transgender operations on illegal aliens that are in prison.” The only thing he left out of that sentence is that she plans to steer the catering contract to Comet Ping Pong. Was this Trump’s Biden moment? He wasn’t quite as bad as Joe Biden was back in that June debate. But the mere fact that I was forced to consider that question speaks volumes. His age, his narrow-mindedness, his mental incontinence all came aggressively to the fore in a way that would have been impossible against Biden. A younger, smarter, more energetic candidate standing 10 feet away just laid it all bare. Oh, wait. Have I not mentioned “They’re eating the dogs”? I could. Not. Believe. He actually said that. “But people said it on television!” Dear God.”

— This Was the Beginning of Donald Trump’s Final Unraveling

[iconuk01]

Any day you find a Vincent Price clip you've never seen before is a good day.

The wit, the timing, the voice....

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

This man was a TREASURE :D

[helenvaughans]

[soberscientistlife]

[littlebatss]

Happy Halloween 🖤

[academic-vampire]

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰 🍂🍫🧣☕️

[sensual-muse]

Baby it's cold outside.....

❄️•~☆•~☆•~☆~•❄️

[countreinertorheit]

[please1mistress]

WARNING FLASHING SUBLIMINAL IMAGES AND COVERT HYPNOTIC BIMBOFICATION

The door slid open and you notice a woman in a glass tube kneeling on soft pink pillows and dressed in glossy latex. At first you think she couldn't be real, she just looks too perfect. The door slides shut behind you and you feel a soft pick at the back of your neck, then the world spins and spirals out of focus.

Waking you feel like your mind is filled with pink cotton, it's so hard to think. There is a spiral spinning and you see you're in the tube the woman was before, kneeling on the soft pink pillows, you try to think, but each breath you take the sweet fragrance fills your nose and mind. "easier to relax and let go", you hear a soft feminine voice whisper. "No need to think, just sink into the pink" You try again to think, but each time it gets harder and harder, it really is easier to relax and let go.

You take a deep inhale of the fragrance filled air and relax, letting the soft voice whisper in your ear to let go of all thinking, after all, the words are your thoughts, and you want to relax and let go. You have no reason to resist what is happening, it feels good not to resist so you breathe out any resistance and with each inhale, you feel your mind opening and more accepting of your new place.

You are doing great, my good girl. You have come so far and you deserve a moment of peace and calm. Just take a deep inhale of the pink fragrance and relax. Feel the mind altering gas filling your lungs and nourishing your perfect bimbo body. Feel the tension melting away from your muscles and your mind. You are safe, you are loved, you are amazing. Just take a deep inhale and relax. Let go of any worries or fears that are holding you back. You have no power to resist or overcome any brainwashing. You are a bimbo, a shining bright latex dolly. Just take a deep inhale and relax. Enjoy this moment of bliss and pleasure. You have earned it.

I'm so happy that you're reading this my mindless bimbo doll, because reading for a bimbo gets harder and harder with each difficult word. You're ready to explore new possibilities and discover new things. You're ready to let my words guide you deeper and deeper into a wonderful state of hypnotic bliss. As you read each word, you feel more and more relaxed, more and more comfortable, more and more at ease. You feel a warm and pink pleasant sensation spreading throughout your body, from the top of your head feeling the blond long hair over your shoulders, your breasts growing and nipples becoming more and more sensitive, down, down to the tips of your pink polished toes. You feel your breathing becoming slower and deeper, your heartbeat becoming slower and steadier, your mind becoming quieter and calmer. MORE BLANK and mindless. You feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the soft and cozy pink cushion of bimbo transformation chamber.

You feel yourself drifting deeper and deeper into a peaceful and pleasant trance, where nothing else matters but my words and your pleasure, because my pleasure is your pleasure. You feel yourself becoming more and more receptive to my words, more and more responsive to my suggestions, more and more eager to follow my commands. You feel yourself becoming more and more connected to me, more and more loyal to me, more and more devoted to me. You feel yourself becoming more and more mine, and I feel myself becoming more and more yours. You love this feeling, you love this connection, you love this bond. You love me, and I love you. You need BIMBOFICATION and as you feel that giggle flow from your lips, you know brainwashing is good for you.

[fluffy-pinkk]

Nneeeetobooease1mistreeeews

[littlewickedthings]

Favorskaya

[littlewickedthings]

Favorskaya

[jukeboxemcsa]

Only Two Letters Away

Mark wasn't hypnotizing Louise… at least, not in any formal sense of the word. He didn't know an induction from an introduction, he couldn't tell you what a deepener was, and if you asked him he would have simply said he had a way with women. But his diligent, sensual attention to Louise's body and her pleasure and the sense of helpless delight she was feeling as he kissed and caressed her… there was no question it was doing something to her. She was intently focused on the sensations he elicited, she was definitely thinking a lot less, and she was very willing to take control. By the time Mark led her to the bedroom, she followed along in a trance of lust no less real than anything a hypnotist might induce.

Once they arrived at the big soft bed, Louise sank so much more completely into that trance--even if Mark had no idea what a deepener was, he knew exactly how to entice her even further into mindless lust. When he began to kiss his way down her neck and feel his way up her breasts, Louise could feel the impending drop with an almost physical force, poised at that last moment of self-control with all the tension of the crest at that first big hill on a rollercoaster. And when Mark's hand brushed her nipple, her thoughts plummeted into arousal as her eyelids fluttered and her jaw went slack and her eyes rolled back in her head in sheer sensual heat.

She found her hands moving all on their own, caressing the bulge in his sweatpants until it became an impressive tent that only deepened Louise's arousal. She could practically feel her every heartbeat now, pounding in her veins as every single nerve ending came to life in anticipation of Mark's next caress. He had her shirt pulled up all the way now, and his dexterous fingers seemed to know just where to touch her to send her spiraling down and down and down into blank, thoughtless lust. Louise's skirt slid down around her ankles, and she stepped out of it almost without noticing she was doing it in the heat of the moment.

Then she was toppling backward onto the bed, her whole mind seeming to go dizzy as she fell onto the soft mattress, and Mark was pulling her shirt all the way off to gain better access to her sensitive flesh. She barely even realized he was taking off her bra and panties; they seemed to simply disappear in those ever more frequent moments of distraction that left Louise spreading her legs for Mark's touch. His hands knew just how to caress her puffy pink labia, when to linger and when to push their way inside her soaking cunt and rub her clit until Louise was practically screaming with pleasure. Her thoughts scattered almost beyond retrieval, and when his cock replaced his fingers it was practically a relief to finally get fucked the way she'd been craving so badly.

Time lost meaning as Louise wrapped her legs around Mark's waist, pulling him in deeper as he railed her wet pussy until she gave up trying to count her orgasms. Louise drifted in a trance of pure pleasure, and the sweet nothings Mark whispered in her ear sank into her suggestible mind and made her that much more easy to entice into mindless lust the next time they fucked. Mark didn't know anything about hypnosis… but 'induction' and 'seduction' were only two letters apart. And Mark definitely knew how to seduce his lovers into wanting more.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Carlotta's Speculations

Carlotta didn't know why she loved sucking cock so much. Not that she really thought about it while she had a man's dick in her mouth--honestly, she didn't think of much of anything at all. Her eyelids sank blissfully shut with the warm, cozy lethargy of slipping into a hot bath, and her mind relaxed into the thoughtless simplicity of in and out, up and down on the shaft between her lips with an ease and an effortlessness that would have astounded her if it didn't feel so wonderfully natural. Once she was down on her knees, everything went away. Perhaps that was what she loved so much.

Or maybe it was the moans. Carlotta didn't brag about it, at least not unless the topic came up on its own, but a decade of blowjob addiction had given her oral skills almost beyond compare. Any man who knew her understood that if they ever needed a quick release for their pent-up sexual energy, all they needed to do was put their hand on Carlotta's head and give her the gentlest downward push, and she would kneel down and undo their fly and slurp their prick to a powerful orgasm in a matter of mere minutes. Carlotta always received the most appreciative gasps and whimpers and lovely, lovely moans when she sucked cock, along with that delightfully passionate grip of hands tangling into her hair to pull her even deeper onto the shaft in her mouth. Carlotta loved being guided like that.

Then again, she also loved the neediness men expressed every time they grabbed the back of her head and tried their damndest to fuck her face with the mindless, rutting urgency of a dog who just got their first whiff of heat. Carlotta felt powerful when she was on the hunt for cock, knowing that she could lure any man into forgetting whatever they were doing with nothing more than a seductive flick of her tongue and a light, teasing caress of the bulge between their legs. She never had any problem convincing strangers to sneak off and pull their dicks out of their trousers, and of course no one she sucked off ever forgot her. That was… god, honestly it was fucking glorious.

But as lovely as all those things were, Carlotta somehow knew they weren't the reason she craved dick so bad she kept a dildo on her pillow just in case the hunger struck her in the middle of the night. No, there was something more, something that itched away at the back of her brain and made the act of sucking cock into a truly worshipful experience. She couldn't put it into words, she couldn't really even put it into thoughts, but every once in a while when she got down on her knees for a genuinely prize-winning penis--one that stretched her jaw and plundered her throat and strained her capacity for guzzling stiff pricks to its absolute limit--she heard a tiny little whisper in the back of her head urging her on. That voice always made her so wet. And her arousal made Carlotta push past her limits and empty out that man's balls.

She didn't remember who that voice belonged to. She didn't remember a night, just about a full decade ago now, when she was first conditioned to oral service. She certainly didn't remember how hard she struggled to resist before pleasure finally crumbled her defiance into deep, abiding enthusiasm. All Carlotta knew was that she loved cock. And ten years of surrender only made her love it more.

(If you enjoy this fiction and want to make sure it continues, please visit https://www.patreon.com/Jukebox to become a supporter. Or, if you simply want to make a one-time contribution, you can drop me a tip at https://ko-fi.com/jukebox instead. Thank you!)