Consistently brainwashing you to crave more brainwashing~

Consistently brainwashing you to crave more edging~

Consistently brainwashing you to crave more mind melting~

Consistently brainwashing you to crave more of my mesmerizing messages~

Consistent, carefully curated, and calculated to crush and melt your marvelously malleable mind~

Consistency is key~

Don’t you agree?

good morning only to needy angels that woke up desperate for a thick cock in their ass

i wanna feel sooo dumb.....just a happy horny girl ready to give and feel any pleasure you think i deserve

I would do anything for head pats like this 🤍

Please reblog for better sample size <3

Sorry that I missed some configurations, can't do much with 12 answer slots

btw i am completely immune to hypnosis. i've just been a really really good actor sorry you all had to find out this way. i've had my immunity tested and yep i am 100% immune

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Anne Can Never Forget

Anne could still remember a time when her mind belonged to her. She told herself it was a last vestige of defiance, some part of her that still clung to independence even as the rest of her mind and body showed off her utter subjugation by filming herself masturbating in front of a mirror right in the middle of an empty examination room where virtually anyone could walk in and see her lithe, nude, suntanned form… but deep down, she knew the truth. Master allowed her to recall her independence because it was so much hotter for him to watch her rub her pussy knowing that she knew exactly how subjugated she truly was.

It was hot for Anne, too. She couldn't lie to herself about that--Master wouldn't let her. Whenever she tried to spit defiance at him, to claim that he might have her held in some kind of hypnotized thrall and she refused to accept it even if she couldn't resist it, he always made her reach down into her own sopping cunt and feel how wet being brainwashed and used actually got her. Anne usually wound up licking her own fingers clean, admitting to Master and to her own weak and subjugated mind in the process that it turned her on so much to lose control to him. That was when he would reward her with an earth-shaking climax… although usually not without strings attached. Anne dangled from those strings right now as she played with herself in the thrilling knowledge that she might get caught at any moment.

And the memories of incidents like this clung to Anne, weighing down her thoughts with the knowledge that whatever drive and determination she'd used to get herself through med school was frail and fragile compared to the throbbing ecstasy she felt whenever she obeyed her Master. She'd made almost a second career out of studying the human sex drive, tracing out the details of the reproductive organs and reading the latest research on the limbic system and unpicking complex tracts on hormones and neuropeptides and even expanding her research to the limited if fascinating body of knowledge on hypnosis… and all any of it did was make her more acutely aware of how perfectly suited she was to getting mindfucked and brainwashed by her owner. It made her cum so much harder to know exactly what held her captive forever in his grip.

He could take that knowledge away from her any time he wanted, Anne knew. Her memory was every bit as weak and fallible as the rest of her, and Master had already demonstrated to her time and time again that he could simply erase the awareness of her own past from her mind as easily and as effortlessly as he commanded her to masturbate in the middle of a public place. If he did that, if he obliviated Anne's understanding of her own subjugation, then there would be no limit to what he could make her do in the sure and certain belief that it was her own idea… but he didn't want a blissfully blank plaything. He wanted a helpless slave. He wanted to see that look of impotent defiance slowly melt into ecstasy as she came hard on her own fingers despite himself.

Deep down, Anne knew she wanted that too. She finished up and pulled her scrubs on over her naked body, getting back to work in the sure and certain knowledge she'd be thinking about this moment all day long.

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please send me things to make me dumb and horny? 🥺

You know how in some lewd stories they have those pills that can change or corrupt people? I need those to become real because I’m stuck with a thought that I just can’t get out of my head.

Getting just the cutest little thing as a roommate. Befriending them. Gaining their trust. Hanging out with them. And then…well, slipping some of those into their food and drink. Not enough to give them an overnight change, where’s the fun in that? No, just enough for small changes here and there that their mind will rationalize away until it's too late~

Increased libido? That’s not too hard to explain away, some people's sex drives tend to ramp up or slow down for various reasons. So it’s not too hard for them to accept when they find themselves masturbating as the first thing when they wake up and the last thing before going to bed. Granted, they’re suddenly wanting more but…well, that could just be anything. Definitely not caused by the cookies I made them~

The changes to their body? Well that's easy enough at first. Sometimes people gain a bit of weight, or clothes shrink in the wash. That has to be the reason those jeans seem to be clinging a bit more, hugging their hips, barely able to get up over their ass. And they have been going to the gym…maybe its just finally seeing the results of the work out? As for their chest…well its just more sensitive it all. Could really be anything. Probably not that fresh horchata I made them~

The changes keep coming. Any rational person would've probably scheduled a check up to find the cause. And they meant to do that, honestly! Its just…their focus has been preoccupied recently. It started off with just finding themselves occasionally day dreaming about lewd things. Being forced to their knees and made to worship a domme. What it would be like if their friends lost all respect for them as a person and started to use them like a free use toy. How good it would feel to not have to think but instead just be the bestest little pet, spending their day under the desk of someone who does the thinking and worrying for them as they fill their day with loyal service to that person. 

But its been taking up more of their brainpower. The last few times when they meant to make the call they got distracted when they opened their phone and saw the smutty story they had been touching themselves to earlier…and, well…spend the next few hours playing with themselves. Similar thing happened when they tried to do it on the computer. They meant to type in the website! But as they started it auto suggested a porn site and…gods way they would give to get fucked like that. 

Poor thing being forced to wear less and less as they run out of clothes that genuinely fit anymore. Thinking they're being subtle about how drooly they'll get mid conversation. That the walls are thick enough that I can't hear them desperately fucking their holes raw on toys they rushed to order. 

Until I give them the final pill. One that pushes them into a deep heat. Full strength, not the careful doses I used with the other drugs. Watching them drink it down without even realizing, laughing to myself when they rush to their bedroom to “study”. Letting them go for a few hours, long enough for them to realize that need deep inside them isn't getting satisfied with their fingers or toys. They need something more. Something real. 

And of course, like the good friend I am, I offer to help them out. Wouldn't want them to try to rush out in their state. There are so many evil people out there who might take advantage of them and their trust! I wouldn't want that now, would I~?

Inspired by @paisleymeadowss on twitter.

“I love having you in my power, toy. You’re a trophy for me. You’re so very talented, so very creative.” Your hypnotist paced around you in the chair, one hand trailing around your bare shoulders. Their touch felt sublime.

“You have all those clever ideas that I can just pluck out of your mind, anytime I want, leaving you blank, and empty.” They snapped their fingers at the last words. You felt your thoughts slow. “Ready to be used, so eager to give me whatever I want.”

They leant over you from behind, hands brushing down your chest, stopping briefly to tease your nipples, before continuing on down as they whispered in your ear. “The world has no idea. But I do. And you do too. You’re my trophy. My prized toy.”

A soft moan left your lips as your mind continued to falter. “You’re mine to play with, to tease, and torment, to melt your mind, however I please.” They stood back up, nails scraping, a stinging pain that roused your mind, for just a moment as they laughed.

“And then, when I’m done with you, back you go, to the top shelf, pride of place.” They paused as they got back to your front, watching you. Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you next? Haven’t you noticed? You’re so well conditioned, toy.”

They leant forwards, one hand cupping your chin, bringing your gaze up to meet theirs. “Just by listening to my voice, your mind has already begun to shut down. Didn’t you wonder where all your thoughts were going? Did you even care? Or was it too late by the time you noticed?”

You didn’t have a reply for them. They smiled. “That’s what I thought. You’re too well conditioned to notice, or care. This is what I mean when I say that you’re eager to give me what I want.” They let go of your chin, and you sank a little deeper.

“Your mind. Your body. Your orgasms. All mine, to do with as I will, given so willingly. So eagerly. Just keep sinking, my trophy to admire, to look at, and be reminded of how powerful I am. Sink deeper into that power, toy. Sink deeper into me. You’re all mine, trophy.”

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Having someone coming up behind me and putting their hand over my eyes as they gently rock my head back and forth whispering hypnotic suggestions in my ears. My body falls limp into their lap as they fondle my body as I'm just their helpless brainwashed little girl hhhhhh need 💕

do some work ... take a brainwashing break... do some work... take another break... do some work... brainwash yourself... do some work... break your brain... do some work... edge and edge and break your brain and edge and edge and edeg and edge

I'm a smart girl but when you call me dumb it gets me so hot, and when I'm horny I might act a little dumb. But I'm a smart girl so we both know its an act, its fun to act all giggly and forgetful.

I'm a smart girl so I can stop whenever I want, but it does feel soo good when you call me a dumb bimbo. I'm a smart girl but I get so hot not thinking and just obeying.

I'm a smart girl but it feels so good to be dumb and wet and empty and blank and horny. I'm a smart girl, right?