Pavlov's Bimbo

38, she/her, trans woman. This is going to be the primarily bimbo, hypno, and submission kink focused blog for @clairesweirdstuff

[pavlovsbimbo]

This bimbedible ain't shi-<giggle>

[jukeboxemcsa]

Someone Knows Carly Very Well

Someone knew. That was all Carly could think about, her stunned and bewildered mind looping back around to the same thought again and again as she felt the strong, powerful hands kneading and massaging her soft tits through the thin fabric of her white t-shirt. She didn’t know how they knew, she didn’t even know who they were because the pleasure radiating up from her chest made her feel too weak and lethargic to struggle out of their grasp and turn around to see who was fondling her breasts so casually and possessively, but somehow someone had found out her secret weakness. Her sensitivity. Her susceptibility to pleasure. Someone knew about all of it.

“Silly pretty girls have their brains in their titties,” they whispered in Carly’s ear, the voice too soft to discern any details even if she could think of anything but the way the mysterious stranger groped and squeezed the pale pink titflesh in their strong hands. Carly felt a hot, wet surge of pleasure arrowing straight down to her clit, the overwhelming stimulation of having her breasts played with like this sending her swooning into mindless arousal so quickly it was almost astonishing. She shouldn’t be this–this weak, this contemptibly easy to melt into blank and thoughtless lust simply by feeling her up. She should be indignant, offended, outraged, not sighing with pleasure and leaning into the chest of the person behind her.

But she was. And they knew she would be. “Silly pretty girls want to be played with,” the voice hissed again, accompanied by firm pinches on Carly’s nipples that made them stand up stiff and proud through her shirt. “Silly pretty girls know their tits are property, isn’t that right, my sweet Carly?” She recognized the implications of that last word, knew that it meant whoever was fondling her with such arrogant precision knew her name as well as her weaknesses, but she was long ago past the point where she could make use of that information. She nodded loosely, each drooping slump of her head making it harder to raise again. The pleasure was like a drug now, numbing her thoughts and sending her deeper and deeper into sleepy bliss.

“Silly pretty girls are weak.” The strong fingers showed the truth of it, kneading Carly’s big tits over and over and over again while her mind fuzzed out into submissive ecstasy and her thoughts struggled and failed to cope with the influx of sensation. “Silly pretty girls are malleable.” Carly discovered to her dismay that she couldn’t even remember what the big word meant, but it reminded her of something soft and squishy like a marshmallow and she knew her brain felt just like that. “Silly pretty girls need to be owned.” Carly’s eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed, her head lolling forward as she went limp in the mysterious stranger’s arms. She’d never even tried to struggle.

She felt a steady stream of drool trickling onto her chest from her parted lips, but her body was too distracted by pleasure to do anything about it; Carly’s clit throbbed so hard now, closer and closer to an orgasm from nipple stimulation alone, that the rest of her body seemed distant and irrelevant. “You’re a silly pretty girl, Carly, and you’re mine,” the voice whispered, and Carly’s mind crumbled into oblivion as she felt herself cumming and realized that whoever it was knew her well enough to know they didn’t need to ask.

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[bambibabblesnootie]

you’re still thinking?? aww baby… come on~ just try it 🥺💗

i get it… you’re nervous

you still wanna be smart and serious and, like… normal or whatever

but babyyy… that’s sooo much work 😵‍💫

why not just try the file?

just one! it’s so easy~

you don’t even have to do anything

just listen and relax and let the words sink in… like i did 💕

i used to think too

used to have opinions and stress and all that boring stuff

but now i wake up all warm and wet and needy and cute and

heehee~ it’s just better, okay??

you don’t have to go full bimbo right away!

just a little blush… a little bounce… a little brain drain 🧠💗

a thong instead of panties. a crop top instead of a shirt

and maybe you giggle more. maybe you forget what you were even doing~

oopsies 🥺

and if you do love it (you for sure will)…

i’ll be right here to help

cuz good girls?

they make more good girls 💞and i know you’ll be so good

just like me

soft, sweet, dripping, and dumb

mmm~ perfect~💋

[kamil-a]

where is prev on the food chain

high

middle

low

scavenger

Remaining time: 3 hours 20 minutes

[swedishdominantdaddy]

Do as it says!

[jukeboxemcsa]

Kimmy Discovers the Power of Emotion

Kimmy knew she was pretty much doomed the moment she felt the wave of deep, irresistible contentment washing over her and through her… and yet, it was that same contentment that turned her despair into a vague and abstract notion that gained no real purchase on her drowsy mind. She could feel Derek's semen leaking out of her sated cunt, dripping down onto her thigh as she lay there with her eyes only a quarter of the way open and her breath coming in slow, gentle sighs, and even though she understood she should be panicking given her lack of birth control and the information her period tracker had given her just that morning, all she could think about was how happy she was.

Because he'd dialed her in. Somehow he'd done something with his phone, jailbroken it and hacked it and souped up the little transmitter buried inside the guts of the damn thing into some kind of otherworldly device that could beam a signal straight into her brain, and even though he told Kimmy that was what he was doing it didn't matter because the feelings Derek gave her were so strong and potent and irresistibly real that they instantly overwhelmed her intellect. Kimmy was smart--hell, she was brilliant, almost brilliant enough to hang with Derek's prodigious intelligence even though he was doing things that reshaped humanity's knowledge of physics and biology--but she was rapidly discovering that feelings always trumped brains when it came to big important decisions.

When Derek showed her his user interface, and dialed it in on her specific brainwave pattern, Kimmy's surprise and fear rapidly turned to a kind of meek, submissive awe that left her totally incapable of any concern over the hold he'd gained on her mind. When he spun up her lust to some theoretical maximum she'd never even known existed before Derek pushed her to it, all her self-control deserted her in an instant despite her intellectual awareness that what she felt was purely artificial and she wound up humping his leg while she begged him to fuck her. And now, lying here with her cunt a messy creampie and the sure and certain knowledge she was ovulating, Kimmy couldn't feel anything but a warm, drowsy satisfaction. She literally could not.

It wasn't that she didn't understand the danger this thing posed, the existential threat to free will it implied by its very invention. Derek now held the capability to simply overwhelm any rational objection with waves of sheer, unthinking bliss, to reduce anyone he chose to simpering affection simply by connecting his phone with their brain patterns and sliding his finger along the screen. But the only reaction Kimmy could muster up to that was sleepy contentment, and she could already feel her mind warping around her emotions to rationalize her feelings into some kind of congruence. She knew what cognitive dissonance was, understood every single psychological principle that was making her convince herself that of course Derek knew best and of course this discovery was in safe hands, and yet none of it helped her fight off her growing conviction that he deserved to be in charge of her vulnerable brain.

She didn't know how long she lay there, fighting a titanic struggle in her brain that she was doomed to lose. It felt like an eternity, but it could only have been as long as it took for Derek to get hard again because she was already thoroughly defeated by the time he pressed the tip of his cock to her sloppy cunt and asked, "Would you like another load, pretty girl?" And even though she knew she shouldn't, even though she knew it would leave her belly swollen with his child, Kimmy couldn't stop herself from saying yes.

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[pavlovsbimbo]

I need heart eyes in real life.

[hypnopum]

“There’s a moment, when your mind teeters on the edge of awareness, and trance. That’s where I want you. As I’m telling you to dr-” Your hypnotist paused, watching you. As they had begun to say the word, your eyes had begun to flutter. Your mind was trembling.

You were in a space where you couldn’t quite think. But only for a moment, as you came back from the brink. Your eyes refocused, only to find their fingers inches from your eyes, ready to snap. They tensed. Your attention was drawn in. You couldn’t look away.

They laughed. “Awh, look at you, my sweet, subby, sleepy toy. So eager to sink for me, but not quite there. You haven’t been told to yet. No… Just hang there, in the balance. So focused, so helpless. So eager to sink but… Waiting. Waiting for me. Waiting for my command.”

Your eyes hadn’t left their fingers. You were having a hard time thinking about anything but their words, and the sensation of readying blankness, filling your brain. It was like you were a spring, being stretched, ready to snap back to relaxation, any second now.

They held you there still. “Gosh, you look so cute like this, toy. Eager, and waiting. Such an obedient pet. Not noticing anything but my fingers, and my voice which means…” Their other hand tangled in your hair, pulling. You were taken by surprise. All you could do was sink.

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[pavlovsbimbo]

I read this and I felt it too, like my whole brain was a skipping record player. It took all of my focus I just wanted it so bad. Gods such a good post.

[rylem33]

3 Minutes

I new story about wishes and trust. Enjoy!

3 Minutes

Joe was stretched out in the armchair across from the couch, one leg hanging over the armrest. Steph sat cross-legged on the floor with her

[pavlovsbimbo]

Being bimbofied by friends is such a hot idea. I need that book.

[hypnopum]

Your partner was standing over you as you knelt before them, eagerly awaiting their orders. “Awh, babe, you didn’t notice, did you? You just thought it was normal.” They said, laughing at you. “How horny you’ve been getting? How eager and willing to listen to me you’ve become?”

They cupped your chin with a hand, lifting your head higher. “I know, I know, you’ve always prided yourself on being an independent, strong-willed person.” They crouched, getting on your eye level, their hand still on your chin. “It’s why I’ve been doing this.”

That hand slipped down to your neck. Your mind rushed at the thought of what came next, but they didn’t squeeze. “Breaking you. Reshaping you. Turning you into my weak, slutty, brainwashed plaything. And the fact that you’ve been forgetting every time is just perfection.”

Forgetting? You didn’t remember forgetting. But… That was hard to think about. Thinking was hard. “Of course you’ve been forgetting. You don’t need to remember, do you toy? No. You remember what I tell you to remember. You forget what I tell you to forget.”

They finally squeezed. Not hard. But enough to make you moan. “And now you’re mine. My plaything. My toy. To the outside world, nothing will look any different. But we’ll both know the truth. How much you crave to sink into my control, to submit to my power.”

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[kissmycunny]

you need to be collared. it's good for you.

[kissmycunny]

with a little bell hanging from it so that it rings whenever im pounding into you. you'd like that wouldn't you ?

[odibatoraso]

[collector-de-bimbos]

Go ahead and moo, bitch.

[corruptedbyhim]

I like fucking you past the point where you can participate. There’s this moment where your hands stop gripping the sheets and just go slack and your voice drops from moaning to this low broken humming. Your eyes are open but you’re not behind them anymore. And I just keep going. Rocking into you while your body goes heavy and loose underneath me, your head tilting to the side, your mouth wet and slack against the pillow. Every thrust pushes you a little further away from consciousness. I can feel your pussy still reacting, still squeezing, still wet and warm and pulling me in, but you’re somewhere else entirely. Just this broken thing breathing underneath me while I use you. I cum in you while you’re fading and your hips roll up into me one last time. Muscle memory.

And then I pull out, clean you up, and tuck the covers around you.

You’ll wake up in the morning sore in places that make you blush. There’s a glass of water on the nightstand. And draped over the chair by the bed is what I’ve picked for you today. The skirt that’s just short enough. The collar you pretend is a choker when your coworkers ask. The underwear that’s barely there, or maybe no underwear at all, just a plug and the understanding that you’ll wear it until I tell you otherwise. Everything folded neatly. Everything chosen. Head to toe… from the heels to the shade of lipstick I want to see on you later.

And you put it on. Every piece. You put it on because waking up to a laid-out outfit means someone thought about you before you were conscious. Someone looked at you asleep and dripping with their cum and thought about what they wanted you to be today. Someone wanted you so specifically that they planned your entire surface down to the details.

Wanting to be wanted is the most universal feeling there is. And there’s no bigger proof of that want than someone reshaping you into exactly what they need. Choosing which version of you walks out the door. That kind of attention means you’re being thought about, whether you’re in their bed ready to be fucked or not. It means you exist in someone’s mind as a project they’re building with their own hands, and there’s no bigger compliment than that.

Now go get dressed and be the fuckdoll I’ve always wanted.

[enchantress-arc]

Okay sure. It's probably "unethical" to brainwash a girl so deeply that her own internal sense of identity revolves around devotion to me and nothing else. Sure, it's "unethical" to make little audio files for her to play that reinforce the aforementioned brainwashing whenever I'm not physically with her. To have her so irrevocably marked by my presence that she views everything in the world through the lens of whether it would please me or not. However

[pavlovsbimbo]

I mean, I feel like if we asked the subject afterwards she wouldn't say it was unethical - so it's probably fine! And I feel like we should test that, for science reasons, just to be sure.

[fishalivecaps2]

Claire barged into the room, slammed her hands down on the desk and glared at Mark.

"You son of a bitch," she snarled.

Looking up from his work, Mark clicked his pen and calmly set it down on the desk.

"What exactly makes you say that?" he asked, keeping a cautious poker face.

"I know where the money went, Mark. It's taken me a month to trace every little accounting 'mistake' and the invoices from non-existent suppliers and the half-dozen tax haven shell companies, but I did it and it all leads back to you."

"That's a very serious accusation, Claire," said Mark, leaning back in his chair. "I wasn't even aware there was any money missing at all. And I certainly don't recall authorising you to waste weeks of company time on quote-unquote 'tracing' it."

"Plead ignorance all you want, asshole, but as soon as I take this to the board, they'll have your head. If the police don't get it first."

Mark frowned. "Hmm. No, no, I don't think that will be how this goes."

He casually reached up and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

Claire's eyes suddenly lost focus and her body sagged, the mix of anger and triumph draining away in an instant. She swayed slightly in place, propped up by the desk as Mark stood and walked behind her. He grabbed the chair that she had kicked aside on her way in and pulled it over.

"Be a good girl and sit down, before you fall over."

Claire sat.

"Have you told anyone else about this?" Mark asked.

"No, sir," said Claire.

"Wanted to keep all the glory to yourself, did you? Confront me with it and gloat as I saw everything fall apart?"

"Yes, sir."

"Stupid bitch."

"Yes, sir."

Mark reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, tugging her bra out of the way. Claire gazed vacantly in the direction of the chair he had been sitting in.

"You're not the first person to uncover this, you know. Although you might just be the hottest."

He gave her breasts a squeeze before continuing. "Do you know why no one's ever actually exposed me before?"

"No, sir."

"Because every machine in this office is running software laced with subliminal messages. Software that I designed and deployed, programming every employee with the thoughts that I want them to have. Hmm. Do you have a boyfriend, Claire?"

"Yes, sir."

"He'll have to go. Dump him, tonight."

"Yes, sir."

"Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The programming affects some people more strongly than others. Most start meekly accepting my commands within a few weeks of joining the company, though I did notice that you were oddly resistant. Of course, then you spent a month of overtime trying to dethrone me, locked alone in your office staring at a monitor for hours on end."

Mark pinched one of Claire's nipples, watching for a reaction. She gave none and he smiled.

"Stand up and strip, slut," he said. As she rose and finished unbuttoning her blouse, he settled back into his own seat and enjoyed the show in silence for a moment.

"Very nice," he said, when Claire was standing naked in front of his desk.

"Thank you, sir."

"Now, here's what's actually going to happen next. You're going to crawl over here and suck me off. Once I cum all over your tits, you're going to get dressed, go back to your office and delete every scrap of evidence you have against me. You'll forget you ever noticed anything wrong with the accounts and you'll be a good, docile little employee from now on. Among other duties. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Claire sank to her knees, put her hands on the carpet and crawled around the desk to Mark's waiting cock.

[daddymoth19]

“Just keep eating, sweetie. These herbs will heal you and restore your strength.”

“It feels like I'm eating rabbit food.”

“Oh, because you are.” She grins as a pair of long, fuzzy ears sprout from your head and your nose twitches. You feel strange. You feel... needy. You need to be bred, to make more bunnies.

“Oh, my sweet, little bunny!” She pets your head. “What was your name again?”

“It was... It was...” You trail off, searching your memories. It's on the tip of your tongue, you can feel it. Why can't you remember your own name?

“Sweet, little bunny.” She pets your ears and you moan, leg thumping against the ground. “Ah, I remember! Your name is Bunny!”

You nod, your head filled with bunny fluff. Any questions you might’ve had fly out your ears as she mounts you, moaning how tight and breedable you are.

You nod in agreement. It's easy to agree with Circe. You keep nodding, shaking out any final memories in your silly, bunny brain. You don't need to think about anything but being bred.

[poseysgarden]

We wanna be good bunni

[jukeboxemcsa]

Zelda Slows to a Stop

"Oh sweetie," Caryn cooed, watching Zelda's eyes slowly rotate inward to stare at the bridge of her own nose as the thick silicone cock slid home. "See what I mean about it happening easier every single time? You used to be so much better at thinking, but now all I have to do is push my big dick into your wet pussy and you get so stupid for me. Isn't that right, baby girl? Aren't you getting so dumb for Mistress now that you've got something nice and firm between your pretty pink pussy lips?" Zelda didn't answer, but her tongue began to loll out of her mouth in an expression of mindless vapidity and that was really its own kind of answer as far as Caryn was concerned.

So she just purred, "Of course you are, sweetie," and pushed Zelda's legs further apart with her hands so she could use the strap-on in long, deep strokes that filled Zelda's cunt again and again right up to the toy's molded silicone balls. "You're such a perfect brainless little slut now, you can't even think a single thought once my cock gets inside you. It just empties that silly head of yours and turns you into a perfect fucktoy for Mistress, and every time you get that much dumber that much faster. You don't even remember when you started letting the hypnosis win, do you?" Again the only response was that same cross-eyed stare and a trickle of drool down her cheek, but that was exactly what Caryn wanted. It was so much simpler programming her slave without any of that pesky mind in the way.

"And next time you're going to go blank and stupid for me even quicker," Caryn murmured, tiny huffs of exertion roughening her dulcet tones ever so slightly. "Even just seeing me wearing the harness, with that big fake cock jutting out, it starts to make your silly little brain all slow and stupid. You have so much trouble figuring out why you came over here, so much trouble understanding why you can't seem to stop yourself from taking your clothes off, and once I push that nice thick dick inside you it all just goes… poof!" She added a bit of extra force to the thrust as she spoke, and was gratified to hear Zelda give a mewling grunt of ecstasy. She was pretty sure the young woman spent her entire trance time cumming now, not that she could really get a lot of intelligent feedback on the topic.

There was no intelligence left in Zelda at all anymore, really, and when she finally emerged from her trance she'd have no memory of even submitting to hypnosis much less an ability to describe what happened to her. She had two states now, sweet and submissive co-ed who was eager to please the older neighbor she had a crush on and mindless ahegao fucktoy, and although Caryn enjoyed both of them she had to admit that nothing got her off more than putting on her strap-on harness and watching Zelda's mind coast to a stop. "You're my good little slut forever, aren't you, sweetie pie?" she asked, and she felt an electric rush of pleasure and power as she once again realized the only answer in Zelda's empty head right now was yes.

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