Rabbit

21 y/o | they/he | nonbinary + bi sub | nsfw account soz

[rabbitsystalks]

hiii i’m rabbit, i’m a 21 y/o college student and i’m genuinely just looking around and reposting things to keep them for later. i like doing research into kink communities and have been fascinated by hypnosis recently, but consider this blog general kink discovery.

surprisingly i am actually aegosexual, and i really only have an interest in fantasizing, rather than actually engaging in anything sex related.

my askbox is open for any comments or inquiries, but please do not send me any weird nudes lol, it’s not my thing

for the record my name being rabbit isn’t necessarily indicative of a petplay thing i swear that’s just my name (and i also like it being used like a petname)

also #rabbit sys talks is my little tag for all my chatting posts

i am very uninteresting but i AM a writer. toodles~

minors, zoophiles, lolicons/shotacons, detrans, ageplay, incest/fauxcest, general dni things don’t interact. just leave.

[mewnbuns]

goodnight kisses that turn to makeout sessions because they can just never get enough of you

[corruptedbyhim]

I can still see it sometimes, that old version of you, squirming in the back of your head. It gets especially loud when I start talking about taking you even further. Making you dumber. Hornier. More broken and empty and under my control. There's always a split second of resistance before the rest of you melts and drops and does exactly what I taught you to do. Distress flares that your conscious mind can only watch sink back down like pretty lights. I want you to know that I acknowledge that resistance, and I take that objection seriously.

That's why I'm putting it to a vote. The three of us are going to settle this fair and square. Me. The fun you... the soft, stupid, eager little slut I've trained. And the boring you. The stuffy, serious, normal version who still thinks there's still a way out.

So let me ask the fun you: "Should we keep going? Should we make you even dumber than you already are?"

Of course you don't even hesitate. Your eyes go wide and you nod so fast, practically whimpering. You tell me you love how foggy your brain gets. Love that you don't have to think anymore. Love how every new trigger makes you wetter and stupider and happier. You beg me to keep breaking you. Say please make me worse. Please make it permanent.

Now I'll ask the boring you that same question. The one who's still trapped in there watching all this happen.

Of course they scream no. They beg and plead and try to remind you of who you used to be. How smart you were. How much control you had. How none of this was ever supposed to happen. Honestly they have a solid case, but boring you is outvoted two to one. Funny how it always works out that way.

So it looks like we're keeping you on the path, slut. We're going to keep draining your thoughts, melting your brain, turning you into an even simpler, hornier, more obedient toy. Every time you drop, every new trigger, every time I use you, we're voting again. And the result is always going to be the same.

Boring you is more than welcome to appeal the decision if they want. But I should warn them that the review board is just me, and I'm a bit biased at the moment considering brainwashed you is between my legs making a very compelling counterargument. On your knees with my cock down your throat, drooling and moaning happily while you bob like the eager little brainless whore you were always meant to be. Every time I tell you you're getting dumber, you suck harder. Every time I tell you I'm making you worse, you take me deeper. I know some part of you might think this is unfair, but you'll understand eventually: democracy is messy, but the system works.

[domdraven]

Soft dumbification >>>>

“Shhh… let me do the thinking”

“You’re so pretty with your head empty”

“I like you like this, no single thought behind those eyes”

“Doesn’t it feel good when I take care of you?”

“Only I know what you need”

“Thinking’s getting harder… I know”

[domdraven]

Soft dumbification >>>>

“Shhh… let me do the thinking”

“You’re so pretty with your head empty”

“I like you like this, no single thought behind those eyes”

“Doesn’t it feel good when I take care of you?”

“Only I know what you need”

“Thinking’s getting harder… I know”

[corruptedbyhim]

Every so often I get approached by aspiring doms who want advice on brainwashing and conditioning techniques. You know, because they're doing research and they want to know how it all really works. Which sounds straightforward if you take their questions at face value, but I'm here to tell you that you'd be making a huge mistake if you did that.

See, I've accumulated quite a bit of experience, so now I'm very good at being able to identify the desire underneath the ask. The biggest tell is when their questions are too detailed and too specific to be hypothetical. Like they've swapped in an imaginary sub who coincidentally has all their same traits, and they're asking what it would feel like for this imaginary person to lose control.

I usually tell them that the best way to learn is with a hands on demonstration. Because you can't really do this to someone else if you've never felt it yourself, right? You wouldn't trust a chef who's never tasted their own food. I'm doing you a favor. Giving you the full experience so you can be better at your craft. And they always agree. because the logic makes sense and they think they know themselves and there's no way this actually works on them. They're just here to learn the method from the inside so they can apply it later.

That usually only lasts a few days.

Because when someone who's used to being in control lets me into their head even a little, I know how to take a lot. I start talking in that voice and their thoughts get quieter and their body gets warmer and they have no idea what's happening to them. They just know something has shifted and they can't shift it back.

That's when the justifications start to evolve. As they move from, I'm just observing, to okay this is kind of interesting, to this feels good but I'm still in control. And suddenly their clothes are off and they're on their knees looking up at me all dazed and glassy mumbling about what a positive learning experience this is. Which is true. They're learning a lot. Learning that the reason they were so curious about brainwashing is because some part of them has been desperate to have it done to them for a very long time.

That's why it's so hard for them to leave after they've had a taste. They ask if we can do another session. Just to make sure they really understand the material. And then another one. And then they stop pretending and just ask me to drop them again because they need it. Because they haven't been able to think straight since the first time and everything feels quiet and warm when I'm in their head and loud and wrong when I'm not.

Eventually we get to this moment where they're curled up next to me, fucked out and soft in a way they've never let themselves be before, and they say something like I think I might like this version of me better. And I say I know. I knew before you did. And most of all I tell them not to worry. Because domming isn't going anywhere. And if they ever get back to it, they're going to be so much better now that they have first hand experience being completely under my control.

[dreambelievetoyourselfsblog]

What's wrong honey? You were so talkative before, but now that my cock is filling you up, you're just making those cute little squeaks and moans instead.

[fatherenoch]

There’s always a few of you rationalist types that come around to bother me and my church. Yes, yes, I know. You missed the community but just couldn’t stand the irrationality and fairy-tales. The same few lines and the same few bits. All those years thinking your way out of belief, careful study and theology. You’ve read the Bible more times than the average Christian ever will, you’re bursting at the seams with quotes to point out hypocrisy. And yet, here you are, in my church.

Maybe you’re longing for more than that community. Wasn’t there something so easy about life before all this overthinking? When you sat in these pews you didn’t have to question a thing. I told you what the Bible meant and you listened. Simple as that. I’m the one who carried that intellectual burden for you so that you could just trust and put your faith in God. Remember that, when you didn’t know a thing about the sources of the Gospels or early Canaanite religion? Why would all that matter to you when you can let me handle that? You make yourself sick with all this debating and arguing. Just let me take that burden again.

That’s what I’m trained for. To think for you. To understand the mysteries of scripture for you. Isn’t that such a great service? You don’t have to think at all. You just worship and you pray. You’d never have to think again if you came back. I know you must be so tired of all that research, all that debate, all that reading. Let me guide you. Don’t bother thinking. Let me think for you.

It would be so easy. I still perform the Mass in Latin. You don’t have to even know what I’m saying. You can just listen to the sound of my voice and not think a single thing. I’ll explain the homily to you simply. Just listen to my voice. You don’t even need to pay attention to what I’m saying. Just that I’m speaking.

Don’t you want to be empty for me? I’ll fill your mind with only things that make you feel good. All you need to do is listen and worship. No more overthinking, no more thinking at all. Let your Father guide you. You were made to be led. Now follow.

And you’ll be mine to play with. Good lambs let Father think for them. They listen when he tells them to drop to their knees.

[driftandsleep321]

Would love to be controlled and corrupted right about now

[rabbitsystalks]

As someone who’s asexual I’ve started keeping lists of things I find attractive and things that I do not, and it’s actually been surprisingly helpful in figuring myself out.

Being asexual but also being into certain kinks and things makes for an interesting experience. I feel absolutely nothing (barring maybe a little embarrassment) looking at the human body in any particular way, but faces sometimes do something interesting to me. Written words generally hit the hardest, but hearing them out loud is often a hit or miss.

I’m not sure where the lines are, but I’m curious enough to try and find out.

[rabbitsystalks]

I accidentally clicked on one tag and now I’m spending like 20 minutes trying to tell tumblr that I don’t care about a shooter game T-T

[rabbitsystalks]

I’m starting to think tumblr is convinced I am a lesbian, where there is nothing wrong with that! I am just not a lesbian

[rabbitsystalks]

only took me like a month and a half but new year new me! or at least new profile pic

[rabbitsystalks]

I feel so weird having this as my pfp here I feel like I give off vibes VERY different from my actual self like I swear it’s just a picrew I liked….

[mindfulmindthief-deactivated202]

From time to time, I have the craving to talk with some cute girl, and slowly, inevitably, and powerfully, open up her mind and poke around, seeing what dirty experiences, thoughts, fantasies, and desires are hiding deep in there.

Is it corruption if all that I'm doing is forcing you to admit what was inside you all along?

Let me know if you need to be explored.

[vampb4it]

nngngngn need someone to put me into a nice subspace. wanna stop thinking. turn my brain off and have someone else make decisions and all i have to do is be good

[matt-is-me]

Hypnotizing you, not with any fancy inductions or spirals, but by overloading your brain with praise.

It all starts out quite normally. A nice, regular chat, with friendly banter, and a few comments about how good you are being by answering my questions and talking to me. That praise feels very reassuring, making it so much easier for you to relax, letting yourself feel more and more calm with each moment that we spend talking.

As we continue chatting, though, my compliments become more and more frequent. Calling you a good toy each time you answer a question, conditioning you to feel so incredibly accomplished by simply following my words. And with each passing remark, your mind becomes more and more fuzzy, every thought slowly replaced by the overwhelming need to be praised.

Eventually, it becomes all that you can think about. A chorus of "great job!" and "good sub", desperately bouncing around in your head, shattering your mind to pieces. It feels so good to be praised, to be reminded of how amazing you are when you obey, dropping deep into trance as my warm words echo in your pretty little head.

After all, it's true. Every word I said was correct. You are such a good toy, and you love being reminded of how adorable you are when you follow my commands~