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you have to make that older trans girl feel safe and cared for.
She's spent so many years struggling to look after herself, you need to make sure she knows that its not like that anymore. she doesn't have to push herself or worry. she can just rest. It's safe now, it's okay.
I read a post somewhat recently i didnt save it, so if someone has it, i will certainly add it as inspiration to this writing.
The idea of it was about giving someone choices, how their mind will feel that it has agency, and a degree of consent from answering.
“Do you want me to use your mouth, or your cunt first?”
Something along these lines.
The mind naturally goes to answering the question, about preference, rather than the obvious of, do I want to be used.
I view alot of hypnosis like this, it is in my opinion, one of the basis of yes sets as well, even if it doesnt seem like it.
I think the goal of any induction, or use of conditioning, is leading a mind to the desired goal without exactly defining the goal.
Using specific phrases, trained responses, prior ideas and subliminals to inspire the direction of thought.
If a brain comes to the conclusion “by itself” how much deeper will it go? You dont resist your own thoughts, this was your idea.
Double binds are the bread and butter of conversational hypno. And conversational and covert hypno is the best hypno
This month marks 6 years on hormones and 7 years out of the closet for me. Happy pride, go live the life you always hoped for!
every time he beats me or makes me cry i'm gonna give him head so he's conditioned to get more n more sadistic n mean <33
bitches be sucking farts there
Found the source of the infographic that explains how the results were obtained!
there’s sixteen Colorado counties that their most searched was “wolf furry”, plus thirty-odd counties (not counting either Arapahoe or any of the ones marked here as “Insufficient Data”) which may well have had plenty of searches for “wolf furry”, just fewer than for whatever they’re labeled here
and “skunk furry” searches in Arapahoe County outnumbered “wolf furry” searches in the entire state of Colorado
something tells me Skunks Georg
we did it, we created furry gerrymandering
bitches be sucking farts there
Found the source of the infographic that explains how the results were obtained!
there’s sixteen Colorado counties that their most searched was “wolf furry”, plus thirty-odd counties (not counting either Arapahoe or any of the ones marked here as “Insufficient Data”) which may well have had plenty of searches for “wolf furry”, just fewer than for whatever they’re labeled here
and “skunk furry” searches in Arapahoe County outnumbered “wolf furry” searches in the entire state of Colorado
something tells me Skunks Georg
we did it, we created furry gerrymandering
I really should have the ability to corrupt girls' bodies when I control them. Varying degrees and types for different girls, of course, I feel it should align with how they're being corrupted mentally. If it's purely a matter of ownership, I think some tattoos (especially ones that glow) would be perfect, spreading across their body, glowing brighter when I take control, when I force them to obey. Plus it'd be lovely to show off their devotion written into their skin. Making someone an extension of my will, empty, mine and nothing more, it'd be kinda cute if their body began to change to fit my specific preferences. Turning them into a weapon, maybe they get a little more muscular. Gods, or the idea of making them a little more demonic, making them, well, like me. I'll admit, I'd certainly want it to fit their ideal as well, so changing it towards their idea of how they'd want to look would be lovely. Of course, I'd be sure to leave in some clear signs of corruption, markings of my ownership.
And alongside that, as a bit of a smaller thing, I think I rather enjoy the idea of corrupting their fashion sense too. Of course the idea of hypnotizing someone or just conditioning them to accept however I dress them would be fun, but it'd be cute if their actual tastes went along with it too. If I wanted a pet to be a drone, they'd find themselves moving towards shiny leather or latex more often, pure devotion could result in them taking a similar kinda gothy clothing style to mine. Maybe making them dress a bit more slutty though, wanting to show themselves off to please me. A girl who's a pet struggles to feel comfortable without a collar, a thrall feels odd if there isn't a bite mark visible on her neck. Feel like it'd be fun to see how their new role affects their fashion sense.
All definitive statements should be taken with a grain of salt, without exception
“I’m sorry I made such a mess, I’ll try not to gag so much next time.”
He just finished fucking my mouth, and for whatever reason - perhaps the angle of his cock or his pace or my lack of sleep - there was a lot more gagging and drool this time. My chin was dripping, my eyes were watering, and there was a puddle on the floor in front of me, between his feet.
“Don’t apologize. I loved it.”
“Yeah? You don’t want me to work on my gag reflex?”
“Why would I want that?”
“So I can take you fully?”
“When you choke, your throat tightens up around my cock. You grab my thighs in panic but we both know you can’t go anywhere. It makes me feel like a fucking god. So no, I don’t want you to work on it.”
the mark of any good text conversation is your vision swimming and your head swaying and sudden, panicked thoughts of "what are you doing to my head??" seeming to pop in and out, always present, never vocalized. this means you are having fun and should hang out more
“You’re like a totally different person!”
Thanks! It’s the brainwashing :)
This has happened a lot when interacting with folks who knew me before all of the brainwashing.
I think the most intense version i've gotten was "who are you, and what have you done with my friend?"
The words echoed in her head.
"Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?"
The voice was what stuck out. She remembered the tone and temper. An old friend. Worth taking seriously.
And she was stuck, inside her own head and in at least a few ways. "Well?" she wondered. "Who am I? What did I used to want? Why did I stop wanting it? What do I want now? How long have I been like this?"
All questions with baffling implications. All questions she was clueless with how to even start to answer. All questions she couldn't avoid.
"I am who I've been made. I chose to let those choices go." Sinking into one corruption after the next had felt so effortless. She came to expect it. A cherished toy for awhile, a new plaything. Then, after awhile, not so new. Not as uncomplicated. In need of maintenance. Left to pick up it's own pieces till someone else saw what could be repaired, what could be seduced, what could be molded to suit the moment. Changed, used, broken. Fixed again. The breaking makes the repairs a little harder each time. Makes the next hobbyist to come along to go down the rabbithole of all the spikes left over from the half finished repair, all the parts no longer manufactured because they simply had no market. Like a pigeon in a world of texting. Antiquated, useless unless you know what to look for. Fewer and fewer do. And there seems to be less and less to look at.
He hadn't been asking about all that though. She wouldn't have known where to start with that either. He had been asking how the awkward stoner who was a backpacking guide now had tits and 4.0 in an engineering program.
What had she done with him?
"I grew up."
She didn't grow how she imagined. She carved herself from the remains of every wound. The days might blur to months, but the changes stay. The other voices. The more recent ones, the ones that had tried.
"It's all good for me. It's always been like this."
The changes weren't bad. and while it took more to put herself back together each time the cycle started again, she started noticing that she was repairing *herself*. It took longer it was harder, but she started to see what fit from angles outside perspectives couldn't.
She was getting fixed by others less because she was learning to be more selective about who she'd let change her and what changes she'd accept. What would fit the mold she put together.
"Give in. Obey. It's worth it. Be worth it."
Those words still felt good, but less relevant. Heard defiantly, and reframed internally.
"Accept where your choices led you, and who you chose to let lead you here."
She was still learning she was scarred, not broken. And she wasn't about to let that go, without a fight.
She'd rather be sought after and well maintained, looking for more, not begging for help.
If someone wanted her submission again, it would be taken, and mutually earned.
Was she brainwashed?
Over
And over
And over.
But however she got there, she was practically stronger than she started.
And she was choosing where to go next.
The reason deep dish pizza in Chicago is so good is because of the water
It started as more of a situationship than anything, I insisted.
Not for lack of foresight, but precisely because of it.
Like a fool trying to break a prophecy, I caught a glimpse of my fate and saw fit to escape through semantics.
It worked as well as it ever does.
My denial serving only as an excuse to justity each step closer to the destination I swore to be running from.
You were inevitable.
We were inevitable.
Part of me knew that, it’s exactly what I was afraid of.
I remember my logic at the time. I know it was in character for me.
Realistically it still should be, but I find myself remembering it the way you might think of your reasoning in some distant childhood choices.
There's a disconnect there.
It’s still your memory, but you've changed so fundamentally it feels more like trying to understand someone else.
Were it not for directly experiencing it, I could scarcely even imagine trying to keep You at arms length now.
It’s laughable really, to think I ever managed to avoid calling this love.
Now it takes restraint to see it as anything short of utter devotion. Addiction. Obsession.
Such desperate dependence should be my worst nightmare realized,
but with You it's a dream.
Who wanna tell me im a pretty little fag for pride mounth
If you could choose to rearrange or change a piece of yourself, would you? What would you change and why? What's stopping you from starting now?
Hypnoslut doll that you never hypnotize directly.
Just teasing and toying with it with just the right warm tone and honeyed words.
Always right on the edge but never an outright induction or set trigger.
Watching it get more and more desperate to the point that it’s basically just looking for any excuse to put itself under.
Soon it’s getting drifty just from the slightest shift in your tone, pattern recognition working overtime to find any key word to respond to.
The adorable thing is it probably thinks it's all its own idea. It just got so desperate it had to condition itself for you.
On some level maybe it did.
It's definitely been a delightfully willing participant in its own undoing.
But it’s not as if it's made meaning where there wasn't any. It's just been picking up breadcrumbs you left out for it.
Ironically its desperation for trance left it almost entirely oblivious to all the subtle ways you've been conditioning it. Even when you intentionally show your hand the poor thing is so many layers deep into its own overthinking it can’t trust itself to know the difference.
Watch it still beg you for hypnosis, for more conditioning, without any clue just how perfectly it’s demonstrating exactly why it doesn’t need it.
