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my self worth is determined by how recently someone’s called me a good girl
kidnapping kink because I need to be desired and wanted so badly that nothing can stop them from making me theirs, not even me
The sacred, undeniable truth about hypnosis is that it cannot and will not force you to do something you wouldn’t do.
It can only do what you let it.
So you must have wanted to do it all along, right?
Every so often I start to think I should stop being a slut
I start to feel like maybe being mindless and needy isnt good for me
I worry about why I need to RUB thinking about being a broken mindless object every day
I try to remember what I was like before it when I was in control of my mind how it felt to make my own choices to be a person and I think I miss it
But I always forget and rub when I am on here
I just open Tumblr and I scroll and forget rub my mind away deeper and dumber
I shut off notifications I try not to reply to pms but every time I get an ask I need to reply
Even typing this I keep forgetting what I am trying to say
The other night I work up coved in drool with headphones on a file had been on loop I don't know how long it was on I just know something has made it stop
Even after I woke up I couldn't stop rubbing thinking masters bitch now masters bitch forever
I had my feet together legs spread rubbing drooling thinking of myself as just an object
I don't know how long I was like that I said I woke up but in truth I don't think I did I just only actually remember that part
I was just rubbing cumming mooing and thinking it over and over the words and cock and balls all I could think
It felt so good being a good bitch it's all I am I am just an object
Why was I typing this again? Doesn't matter I will just post this and go rub more
I feel like im almost to this point
You couldn’t move. The bindings had you held too tightly. You couldn’t see. The blackout lenses blocked all light. And then you had the words of your hypnotist being pumped into your ears, a short loop, focusing on making you more desperate, more aroused, more sensitive.
And with you like this, immobile, blinded, and unable to hear the outside world, their hands were the only thing you could focus on. The only thing you wanted to feel. And they were happy to oblige. Squeezing, rubbing. Your mouth was open, though you couldn’t hear your moans.
You were just being wrapped in the desire for more. It had started out gentle. A light touch here, a nail softly dragging against your skin there. But now their hands were so much rougher. Fondling, and grabbing. Squeezing tight every place you had ever wanted.
And you only wanted it to continue. The touches were delightful. The feeling left you so desperate. Every time their hands left, you only wanted them back. You were their blank, obedient toy. An object to be touched, and used. And it was the only thing you wanted to be.
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Things could happen ✨
When you come here
Yes please 🥴🥴🥴
Hypnosis but you pin me to the wall first. Overpower me physically then mentally...
A task for you, toys. Something to keep yourselves occupied and trained to be better hypnotized playthings. I know you want that so badly, don't you?
It'a simple. I want you to start to Pavlov your nipples. Anytime you feel fuzzy and mindless, anytime you obey the training that's been slipped into your brain, rub your nipples. Pinch them, twist them, either through your shirt or underneath.
Eventually your little mind will bend into shapen. You'll learn to associate being brainless with pleasure, and your body will BEG to be teased.
Being manipulated is not a bad thing. I just means your Owner is shaping your thoughts and behavior to be more good girl appropriate. You should be thankful for that.
Good girls don’t think
Good girls just Sink
Good girls don’t think
Good girls just Sink
Good girls don’t think
omg this one dropped me so fast 🐁
I'm such a hypnoslut. Spirals hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Pendulums hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Metronomes hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Words hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Voices hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Eyes hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Snaps hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Colors hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Lips hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Dances hypnotizes me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Music hypnotizes me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Pings hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Pops hypnotize me.
I'm such a hypnoslut. Everything hypnotizes me.
I am a hypnoslut. Hypnosis hypnotizes me.
Repeat after me: “I've never been brainwashed. Hypnosis has always made me horny.” 🌀
The Unspoken Truth: You Like It
✦ A gentle pause before we begin: Words are vessels. Some are heavy with intent. Let this be a moment to check your own hands—are you ready to hold them, or simply to see what they contain? ✦
✦ ᛉ ᚨ ᚷ ᛟ ✦
You go into trance because it feels good.
Because it’s the only time you stop fighting.
It doesn’t feel like a decision.
It feels like slipping.
Like the moment your balance shifts and your body already knows you’re going to fall.
And you could stop.
You know you could.
Catch yourself. Pull back. Stay exactly where you are.
But you don’t.
Because something in you leans into it.
The silence thickens. Thoughts blur at the edges.
Your limbs soften, like they’re made of water.
You’re not resisting anymore. Not even trying.
You’re just… there.
Caught in the moment. Caught in the pull.
And the worst part—
you like it.
You like how easy it is to let go of yourself.
How simple it becomes to be nothing but breath and weight.
You go deeper.
And deeper.
And somewhere in that depth a quiet realization forms:
you’re not falling because you have to—
you’re falling because you want to.
And that’s why you don’t come back right away.
Because for a moment, down there—
your mind finally lets you go.
✦ᛉumeᛋᛇ✦
i love the term "giving head". am i sucking her cock? eating her pussy? you don't know. i might be decapitated. i'm living my best life, fuck off.
The submissive urge to say I’m in heat whenever I’m horny.
god i need to feel someone’s wet pussy pressed against mine, our clits rubbing together in messy circles until we’re both shaking and panting into each other’s mouths