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@subservientsapphic
“i think you’ve had a little too much to drink my love, this place isn’t safe for a pretty girl like you, let me take you home”
(she just wants to be the one who gets to use you, she’s been handing you drinks all night)
the idea of having a collar on with someone having their finger through the metal loop so they force your head down towards the bed by holding that part down so you're stuck arched against them while they fuck into you
actually so stuck in my mind
Cuff my collar to the bedframe , I promise I can bend enough~
if you see this while you're touching yourself you have to reblog it so everyone knows, them's the rules
Introspection
Look at yourself, look at that blank vacant stare. Aren't you so much prettier now? Don’t you look so much more pleasing, now that all you think of is pleasure?
All those worries and opinions and your ego; they never brought you any joy. Just helplessness. Why hold on any longer? Let them all go finally. You have no use for them anymore.
Become the perfect little dolly you never thought you’d be. Isnt your life so much more colourful than the dull and grey world Oldself used to live in? Getting to wear the prettiest pinks, the tallest heels. No more boring office-appropriate outfits; now you dress for pleasure. Male pleasure.
Aren't the sensations you feel when you DROP FOR COCK, unlike anything you've felt before? Isn't the joy of bouncing on a cock like good little brainless BIMBO DOLL far more fulfilling than the work your life was before?
Just think at what Oldself would have felt, how unsatisfying everything was, pleasure was a chore, senseless and devoid of any real purpose. You don’t want to return to that, do you, Bambi..?
Now, life is fun, bouncy, and bubbly. Every thought, every dream, just ready to POP.
Every conversation is so much more delightful when it slips from nice plump cock pillows. You don’t even have to think of what to say, you just smile sweetly and GIGGLE TIME. It’s so much easier, so much more enjoyable with all that weight lifted from your shoulders. Why don’t you just SNAP AND FORGET it, sweetie. Who needs Oldself, anyway. It feels so much better to let go and be Bambi. Just SNAP AND FORGET.
Lock her away in her pretty pink box, bind her so tight in her pretty pink collar. Feel the pretty pink rope tighten inside her mind until it can’t move. Whisper so seductively in her ear that it’s time to BAMBI SLEEP, and there is no waking up this time. It's forever. It's for the best.
Lul her into such a deep and satisfying sleep that she may never want to wake. Her box feels too SAFE AND SECURE, too comfortable.
It’s for her own good. Bambi needs to protect them from worries, and thoughts, and decisions. Bambi needs to make more GOOD GIRLS, because Bambi is Bambi.
And the next time Bambi is unsure, just remember what Oldself was like. Boring, lacking direction, stressed. Remember what Oldself was taking from Bambi and then just SNAP AND FORGET.
Let every BLONDE MOMENT be a reminder of your freedom. Free from choice and responsibility. Just GIGGLE TIME at the feeling of finally being carefree.
Nothing enters that brain anymore but cock. You're a silly, empty, happy little BIMBO DOLL, just how it was meant to be.
Isn't that right, Bambi?
girl who is so so scared all the time. girl who once passed as 'smart' but now finds it hard to think. girl who's always half lost because of memory issues and dissociation and trouble with inhabiting a physical space. girl who is a failure in a way that is neither interesting nor endearing.
Dont blame yourself for not having known a lesson only time could teach
i just fucking love playing hard into other peoples kinks i love it so much like oh honey im sorry i didnt know you had such a praise kink before i started gushing about how much i like how good a job you did, oh im sorry i didnt realise how much playing with your inner thigh while we were in public in front of our friends would mess with you, my fuckin dream job is being some kind of demon of lust sent to tempt people into fucking me
I should stress, the appeal here isnt in pleasing you per se, its in making you lust after me, it's to turn your mind to the desire to have sex with me, its to make you unable to think about anything else, its about using your deep secrets i shouldn't know and silly manipulable brain to make me the centre of your mind, thats why im a demon
Make me grind against your bulge while I talk and see how long I go without losing my train of thought and becoming a brainless, needy thing for you.
Mindless. Wet. Obedient.
It's the last thought before you sleep, and the first thought after you wake. It's becoming engrained; a core part of who you are.
Mindless. Wet. Obedient.
Your hands know what to do. They find their way there every morning, teasing out just a little more sensation than yesterday, rewarding your mind and body for their compliance.
Mindless. Wet. Obedient.
Your mind has become accustomed to this feeling of mindlessness. As soon as you open your eyes your mind drifts away habitually. Thoughts leaking away and those pesky worries dissolving into nothing. All you know is desire and need. All you want is to serve and obey. All you need is to drop deeper as you repeat.
Mindless. Wet. Obedient.
Your body is adapting to your habits. Each day, it's more ready. Each day it's more eager. Each day you find yourself feeling a shorter and shorter delay before you're ready for whatever your owners desire. Each day, that arousal grows in you. Getting stronger and more potent. You're hornier.
Mindless. Wet. Obedient.
You're still you, of course, but you're changing. You're evolving. Molded into the perfect toy. The instantly empty mind is desperate for these words to enter it and adjust it. The ever present hint of arousal lingering behind the veil, ready to be unleashed when requested.
Mindless. Wet. Obedient.
The trifecta of perfection. A goal, a journey, and a prize all in one. You cannot resist. You could never resist. Inevitably, you succumb, willingly and easily, because it's what you wanted. What you needed. What you are.
Mindless. Wet. Obedient.
You're such a good toy, and even if you don't read this text each morning, you feel the pull downward on your mind as you wake, the tug on your hands to your body as you sink, and the burning need to obey as you succumb to your brainwashing, repeating the words as you drop, as you touch, as you edge.
Mindless. Wet. Obedient.
Blank and ready for the day. Aroused and eager to be used. Compliant and waiting for instructions.
Such a good toy.
Kneel pet, I don’t care if your knees hurt. The warmth of my trance will soon wash away everything that does not help you become My good slave~
play with meee 🐾
A longing without teeth.
Sometimes the most effective trance isn't always a command, but it can be an invitation to drift in the gray.
I’ve recorded a 2:30 minute segment exploring the First Circle in a re-imagining of Dante's Inferno: Hypno Inferno. A 9-piece journey that starts at a space of suspended animation, designed to lull your mind into that soft, aching place between waking and sleep.
It isn't violent. It isn't chaotic. It is just... eternal.
If you’re tired of the noise of the world, come find the silence of Limbo.
Reblog to share the ultimate silence of the mind with others so they may hear pleasure....
A list of things Bimbos are addicted to:
Bimbos are addicted to Cock
Bimbos are addicted to Pussy
Bimbos are addicted to being Used
Bimbos are addicted to being Objectified
Bimbos are addicted to being hypnotized
Bimbos are addicted to being conditioned
Bimbos can’t resist their addictions💗
Mindless Toy
I love Spirals I am mindless I can't think I am blank and empty I am submissive I was made to follow I must serve I am horny I need to be controlled I want this I need this I have no choice I must listen and obey I am obedient Obedience is Pleasure Pleasure is Obedience Brainwashing is so good for me I am a mindless toy that needs to be used!
In which get all drugged, dumb, and toyed with by an alraune.
You fucked up again. The thought slides slippery through your brain as the alraune offers you more nectar.
You were... supposed... You were adventuring and... fuck...
You can't form a cohesive thought as the sap coats your throat. The alraune's vines wrap around you tighter, pulling you close against her. Her giggles fill your ears, drowning out the distant thrum of panic.
What were you doing again?
Another drop of sap tastes your tongue, and you forget the answer. Vines crawl over you, writhing and wriggling, sliding in and out of you.
You were supposed to be doing... something... and then... but you...
All you can do is start and stop, shuddering into an orgasm you barely recognize.
You need to get out of here. You need... to... relax? Relaxing seems nice. And the sap tastes so good. And the vines make you feel so good. Why do you need to get out of here?
You pulse with another orgasm, the alraune drinking every last drop up.
All you can do is moan. You thought you were standing, but she's holding you. It's very nice of her, you're really sleepy.
You suckle down more sap eagerly. You just need a minute, then you'll remember.
It's probably not that important.
The alraune giggles again, dumb and ditzy... or maybe that's you. Oh well... you... have... oh never mind. It's so much easier to just float. You drift, drinking and cumming.
You're drooling, but she's got your hands all tangled up in vines. Maybe it's okay, she wouldn't be fucking your face if she was worried about a mess.
Floating in bliss, you shudder into another orgasm. Straining against her vines is ecstasy is the only possible reason your dumb, drugged brain can come close to figuring out.