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foggyparadisecandy · 1 year

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On the Dangers of B—-i Sleep

[NOTE: this is NOT an advertisement to search out the files described. Just don’t. Don’t. I’ve listened to hypno files for decades with minimal impact. These files have damaged me. Perhaps permanently.]

Please consider reblogging if you think this can help others facing similar struggles.

**TRIGGER WARNING**

True confession time: I have listened heavily to a series of hypnosis files called Bambi Sleep. Why? I’ll get into that in a future post.

For now I want to discuss the dangers and possible paths out for anyone struggling with the effects - as I very much have been over the last few days.

SAFEGUARDS FIRST

I’m using words which are triggers so let me provide some incredibly useful instructions to all the Bambis and old selfs reading this:

Bambi is always as smart as she needs to be.

Bambi is always just as smart as she needs to be.

Simple instructions that Bambi obeys because Bambi is obedient and takes instructions. Bambi does as she’s told so she now knows:

Bambi is always as smart as she needs to be.

Bambi is always just as smart as she needs to be.

With those instructions, Bambi knows when she’s in hot water with abusers who want to upend and likely ruin the life of her “old self”, the original listener.

And guess what?

THE ENDLESS LINE OF ABUSERS

In the online world or anonymous assholes, there are a TON of abusers looking to play with Bambis and the old self with absolutely zero regard for long-term damage.

In fact, I would say my Bambi found five asshole abusers for every decent human being who just wanted to have some consensual fun playing with Bambi’s powerful triggers.

I had one such “daddy” nearly convince my Bambi to leave my life and my wife and find some anonymous men to take me in, in exchange for living as their sex slave. Yeah. So that’s what we’re dealing with. Not a joke.

These abusers are quick to gaslight and twist logic and paint the picture that they are doing you a favor (“hey, you came to me. I’m just helping you be who you want to be.”) to further convince you to continue being endangered and abused and falling further down the hole.

Yes. I’m a grown adult. I made choices to listen to the files. And yes, I - or my Bambi persona more likely - reached out to a “daddy” to have fun.

Or maybe your Bambi, like mine did, will start dropping messages on social for daddies to come find her and trigger her.

Social media is littered with regretful “old self”s who had to delete their accounts because their Bambis had done just that.

CONSENSUAL PLAY IS SEXY PLAY

The ultimate problem with Bambi is she is designed and trained to be a real dummy who just sits back and waits for orders to follow.

Many of the files are about becoming stupid as a rock and blanking away your old personality and memories and identity and name and replacing it with this new empty shell who just wants to obey and suck cock.

And trust me, I get the appeal of “getting dumb” in trance.

I *soooooooo* get it. The idea of just giving over and submitting to another and letting them take the wheel.

And after connecting with so many peeps here on tumblr, I know I’m not the only one looking to dumb down, turn off my brain, submit, and just follow orders blindly.

Life can be hard and stressful. Blanking out is such a seductive concept.

But here’s the thing:

You can’t have consent with a dumb object that is programmed to blindly accept orders, obey orders, and then forget those new orders were orders at all.

By definition, there cannot be consent with Bambi. There is only abuse.

“BRAINWASHING DOESN’T CHANGE ANYONE AND HEY, *YOU* REACHED OUT TO *ME*”

It’s debatable about the effect brainwashing has on people. I have listened to hypno files for years and never had anything other than short-term effects. No big deal.

But Bambi is something on a different level. It’s pervasive and seductive and is a form of conditioning that erodes your core character.

If you ever have had a friend or relative get addicted to nonsense conspiracy theories, it’s kind of like that. Did they always believe the aliens are controlling the liberal plot to introduce tracking chips by starting a global pandemic? Maybe? But probably, no.

And yeah … maybe I did reach out to you.

Maybe it wasn’t my Bambi and I was in charge.

Did we discuss limits? Did we get a safeword established? Are you there to fucking take care of me as a good dominant should take care of their submissive?

Or did you think it was going to be fun to ruin someone else’s life by twisting them up … just because you had some levers to do so?

BRINGING IT HOME

I reached out to a few folks during my recent difficulties and want to confirm that, yes, by god, thank god, there are some really decent folks out there willing to help a total stranger who got into a nasty jam.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you all. And thank you for your articles on safe ethical hypnosis. Keep it up. The subjects and submissives lining up for fun play need to read those articles and need to play safe or not play at all. Bambi is not safe.

If you are reading this thinking, “oh it can’t be that bad, it sounds fun, where can I find these files,” you have not read a single thing I wrote. I’ve talked with dozens of other Bambis and only found one who had avoided the nasty pitfalls (she is amazing and literally unique).

Those are not good odds. Don’t think you are going to beat them.

If you yourself are struggling with Bambi, feel free to hit my DMs or my Asks and I will support you in finding a path out as best as I can.

But in the meantime, the best thing to remember, the best thing to do is for Bambi to accept and obey these instructions:

Bambi is always as smart as she needs to be.

Bambi is always just as smart as she needs to be.

Bambi loves fun and a good time.

Bambi can smell predatory assholes.

Bambi can run from predatory assholes.

And Bambi can come to me for help.

#Bambi sleep #bambi forever #bambi4eva #bambisleep #hypnosis #on topic

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ariabambidahl · 2 years

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She thought her mind would fall out of her mouth - so she swallowed it - so hard it ended up in her ass instead.

They used to say she was a smartass. No, she's definitely a dumbass now - and her head is even dumber.

#bambi forever #bambi sleep #hypnosis #mindless doll #caption story

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designandmilddepravity · 5 months

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Aimee is Bambi and Bambi is Aimee. We always win in the end... mmmm soooo goood

#bambi #bambi sleep #bambisleep #bimbo hypnosis #brainwashed #brainwashing #brain drain #bambi forever

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lizzygrantt1uvr · 4 months

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#ballet #audrey hepburn #bambi doe #vintage #angels forever #girlblogging #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #lana del rey #coquette #femcel #pinterest #coquettte #this is a girlblog #aesthetic #manic pixie dream girl

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fizzigigsimmer · 15 days

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This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race

There's no following @bigdumbbambieyes but take this humble offering.

The Best You (Never) Had

written for @harringrove-relay-race

Rating: M

Pairing: Steve x Billy with a heavy dose of angst.

I was charmed and instantly driven insane by the absolutely bomb Harringrove playboy bunnies drawn by @adelacreations, and it inspired me to wonder about a trans femme Billy, running into her past at a strip club.

Enjoy the adventures of Bunny Hargrove.

And stay on the look out for what @robthegoodfellow has coming up!

When Billie left Hawkins she hadn’t looked to her future and seen herself working at a strip club. She certainly hadn’t foreseen the possibility of having to serve her high-school bully cheap food and lousy drinks in one once she’d made it back to Cali. But that’s exactly what seems to be in store for her – fuck her life.

Five men occupy the half moon booth and table reserved mostly for bachelor parties and the occasional VIP. Billie’s coworker Amanda has been serving them food and drinks while they enjoy the sets of dancers on stage, but her wait shift is ending and Billie’s prepping to take over – tuning out the other woman as she complains about one of the men grabbing at her ass and being a poor tipper.

It seems impossible, but somehow it’s happening. Steve Harrington is sitting right there, watching Lacey wiggle her ass in red spandex to a Katy Perry song.

It’s been going on fifteen years, but Billie would recognize him anywhere. Same slouch to the shoulders and dreamy eyed stare – neither Lacey’s wild gyrations nor the conversation of the group he’s with enough to hold his full attention. Same stupid hair, although he’s changed the shape since high school. Now it’s held securely to one side by too much gel, and she just wants to break it up with her fingers. His laugh still doesn’t reach his eyes, and it probably says a lot about Billie, that some part of her is relieved to see that.

Her rent might be too high, her boss might be a creep, and her ex is still full of shit, but Steve Harrington is still hanging around with guys like Tommy and faking a smile, so it balances the scales.

He’s still gorgeous too, fuck him. Billie swallows and forces herself to look away, and not run away like the frantic beating of her heart suggests that she should. She’s got nothing to hide, and she’s not ashamed.

There’s no reason at all she shouldn’t saunter right over to the table with the bachelor party Amanda was gracious enough to split with her (knowing all about her rent worries) and flirt her way to another month of financial security; except for the fact that even in this day and age, certain people still get funny about people like her and Billie knows these guys.

Or rather, they knew her before – before she got out of Neil’s house, before freedom, before Billie.

There’s no reason at all she shouldn’t go over there and take that table full of drunk losers, eager to blow their cash on the club's cheap booze and dancing girls, for all that they’re worth. Nothing besides fear.

Fuck that.

The group is laughing loudly about something as Billie saunters up, one last swarm of butterflies taking flight in her belly as Hagen turns his neck to squint blearily at her.

God, that stupid smirk hasn’t changed a bit – wide and dopey like the dog he is, and mean in the eyes. Those beetle browns look her over just like they did on her first day in Hawkins, assessing for strengths and weaknesses to exploit; and for a moment she remembers the terror of being under that gaze and all the others like it. The fear of being caught out consuming her, choking her, day after day.

Sorry kid. Billie thinks to herself with a sway of her hips, right before parking herself up against the arm of the leather couch, warm skin brushing the sleeve on Tommy’s shoulder. The way that his lips part unconsciously as he gawks at her doesn’t make up for the past, but it still feels damn good. She’s a bad bitch and she knows it. Knew it back then but now she can show it and will kick ass if Tommy or any of his buddies decide they have a problem with it.

But it’s not recognition of any kind on any of their faces, it’s lust. They leer at the shiny shorts that hug her thighs and the plunging neckline of her tiny top – her employer's idea of a uniform. Whatever vindication she feels on behalf of her pitiful high school self, she doesn’t actually care anymore what Tommy and the clones think.

Billie finds her eyes going to Steve like they’re magnetized.

She shouldn’t care what Harrington thinks either, and yet, there’s a stupid flutter in her chest (damn it) when Steve looks her over, eyes lingering just a hair too long on her chest to be anything other than interested, before he meets her eye.

“Hey beautiful.” He leans forward a little, totally present now like he wasn’t before dripping charm he obviously learned in some board room working for daddy. And yet, there’s still some part of Billie that expects to wake up in bed back in the house on Cherry Street.

“What’s your name?” Steve Harrington is definitely asking, her, like it’s just a pre-courser to getting her naked, and Billie shivers. Fuck is she doing this?

“Hi Bambi, I’m Bunny.” She teases. Sees the line in the sand and walks right over it. Tommy howls like some chick likening his buddy to a baby deer is the most hilarious shit, and it sets the others off, oohing and ahhing and generally acting like fools as they rib Harrington.

But Steve ignores them, and the way he jolts a little when he hears that name, eyes narrowing on her in wary confusion, goes straight to her clit. Shit. One of these days her hard on for danger is gonna get her killed. But today it’s got her heart thumping and her pussy dripping as she clenches around nothing, like he’s already sliding inside where she obviously still wants him. She needs better taste in men. She’s sure her mama would have said she gets her poor taste from her if she’d stuck around long enough while Billie was growing up.

“I’m a sucker for big pretty brown eyes.” She winks at him, sugar sweet and he seems to settle a little. “Can I get you another round of drinks, or are you in the mood for something better?”

“Bunny.” He ignores the question to turn her show name over on his tongue, slow and curious like he’s tasting it. “Are you on tonight?” He asks, gaze twitching toward the stage and back.

“You calling me a stripper Bambi?”

“It is a strip club, and with a name like Bunny.”

Billie laughs and Steve’s mouth slides into a satisfied smirk, like that was always the end goal. Tommy rolls his eyes and pouts like an overgrown toddler, “Didn’t you date a chick named Trixie?”

“Yeah. So?” Steve drawls in reply, his focus momentarily shifting from Billie and back to Tommy, which if Billie’s memory serves, is exactly how Tommy likes it.

This is a bad idea. Such a bad idea. God, Hagen really hasn’t changed, but neither has Steve. Those dry little dig and the arch of his eyebrows are so familiar she feels a strange sort of relief. Like there was something inside her that had been counting down since the last time she saw him, afraid that he’d change and become lost to memory.

Fuck. That sounds – it’s not, what it sounds.

“So, you can’t tell a stripper by their name is all I’m saying.”

“Dude, are you serious? I met Trixie because you paid for her to show up at my apartment dressed like a police officer and give me a lap dance on my birthday.”

Now there’s an idea, Billie thinks as Tommy, remembering the incident, smiles sheepishly.

“I’m not dancing tonight, no.” Billie finally answers his question, pulling Steve’s attention back and a shiver goes down her spine when his eyes snap to her. “But I wouldn’t say no to tying you up and having my way with you, Pretty Boy.”

She doesn’t have to wonder if Steve remembers her the way she remembers him. If the words Billie had said and the insults, she’d flung had burrowed under his skin to live with him the same way Billie lives with his.

Steve flinches, his eyes narrowing sharply on her, and it’s barely perceptible but she catches it before he’s being nudged at and jostled from both sides by his buddies as they hoot and holler about how he’s been chosen.

He never stops looking at her.

The only one who doesn’t seem absolutely thrilled for him to get picked up by some babe in a seedy strip club in Santa Monica is Tommy, who grumbles something about the attention being wasted on Steve.

For the first time Billie wonders if he might be the bachelor about to get hitched – and she’s the one to flinch this time, as her eyes dart down to his hand. The ring finger is empty, which doesn’t really prove anything, but the pale strip of skin she finds there tells its own story.

Divorced? Long engagement? Married already perhaps and out to prove the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree? Fuck she hopes it’s not the last one. Not because it would change anything for her. Maybe it would, if she were a nicer person, but she’s not the married one, and if she started splitting hairs about fooling around with married men her tip jar would be a whole lot emptier each month.

No. She just plain doesn’t want him to be attached. The thought makes her chest twist up inside and the bottom of her stomach feel like it’s going to fall right out her ass – the same fucked up emotional constipation she’d felt watching him run through the female population of Hawkins High like he was trying to make them all forget they’d watched Nancy Wheeler take his balls and then make an absolute fool of him.

“Thanks for the offer, Bunny -” Steve starts, and she can hear the butt coming as clear as the others can if the sudden swell of groans is anything to go by.

“Harrington! Come on man.”

“Boo!”

“See what I mean? That’s a fucking ten right there, and you’re going to blow it over some bitch who doesn’t even want you?!” Screeches Tommy.

Bingo. Thank you, Tommy, with the big mouth. So, it’s divorced. Separated but still holding on to the past – just like old times.

It makes her smile a little mean as she leans toward him, holding his gaze, purrs - “You scared, Bambi? Worried I might break you?”

Steve clamps his mouth shut. His eyes blaze at her and her throat goes dry.

“Oh ho! Careful now darlin, our Stevie boys got a pretty big ego. You might not want to poke that bull if you’re not ready for the ride.” One of the bros says with the kind of glint in his eye that says he lives for ‘big egos’ putting little women like her into place. Fucking prick.

Steve seems to think so too because he mutters, “Shuttup Andy” as he reaches in his pocket for his wallet.

“How much?” he asks her, sounding bored. It’s bullshit. Billie licks her lip in triumph.

“Fifty for a lap dance here at the table, fifty more if you want to see some tit.”

“How much for a private show?”

Her breath hitches, her stomach tightening in her eagerness, but somehow, she keeps the breath out of her tone as she replies.

“Depends on what you want to see.” She answers, and without so much as a pause Harrington smiles – challenges.

“Everything.”

Fuck. She’s doing this.

She’s not delusional enough to think that fucking him is going to heal her inner child or whatever, and while she firmly believes she doesn’t owe every one night stand a complete rundown of her medical history, she’s fully aware of how this is different – of what the upstanding thing to do would be.

But then Billie remembers the way Steve had started pushing back after their fight that strange night at the Byers house; the way he’d swooped in and pulled the rug out from under her – reclaiming his spot as top dog, just by existing. No begging. No apologies. He just opened the doors to that mansion he lived in and rang the bell, and Tommy and the rest had come looking for supper.

She remembers the cruel things he said to her as he flaunted his big house and fancy car, rubbing in how quickly it was over once he made it a real contest; because however shiny and new Billie had been to those kids, she was still just trash under it all. Angry white trash going nowhere fast, while Steve was Mr. Somebody. Once he’d pulled his head out of Wheeler’s ass and remembered it, he’d made turning the school against Billie his new focus.

Pushed further and further to the fringes, Billie’s only choice to keep the jackals at bay had been to fight them off until people got the message and started avoiding her altogether.

She’s not claiming victim. She knows damn well who started the fight – that it was her own demons that drove her to lash out and try and prove her dominance over him – and that after that night at the Byers, Steve had especially no reason to take mercy on her.

But just because she’d asked for the fight doesn’t mean taking a beating hadn’t nearly pushed her to the edge.

Billie swallows back the taste of bitterness in her mouth, from the memory of being alone, broken and desperate, aching to be near someone who loathed her and yearning for the looks he gave so easily to other girls.

Except now he is – King Steve – looking at Billie Hargrove like he wants her. Like he’d empty out his wallet and spend all of that nepo baby salary just for the chance to get at her; and like hell is she going to turn it away. Revenge couldn’t get sweeter than this. The only thing that could make it better is if he knew. It’s me on your mind. Me you can’t ignore. Me you can’t walk away from.

But it’s just a fantasy. The reality him recognizing her now or later has her swinging from vicious jubilation toward mind numbing panic on a dime.

Regardless - Steve Harrington stands up, ignoring the cheers of his drunk friends, eyes locked with hers – and Billie Hargrove makes her own choices.

Billie is going to ride Steve until he sees God, hollowed be her name. Because she wants him (still) and he finally wants her. Just for once. That’s all she needs.

She can worry about the aftermath after.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringrove relay race #trans femme Billy Hargrove #Billie Hargrove is a bad bitch and she makes no apologies #nor should she #Also love that her working name is Bunny #Bunny x Bambi forever lol

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angelinefairydoll · 1 month

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♡Do You Think We'll Be In Love Forever♡

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kelvingemstone · 3 months

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a starstruck odyssey is for lovers

#more than acofaf even. the love story of the wurst is what dreams are made of #emilymurph sitting next to each other...skip straightest man ever prince of alien slugs learning to be free bc of the crew...gnosis...#best on average npcs. lucienne plug bambi leroux the butch at the space station fuckin space heiress trust fund baby bajar crunch moon jone #and this is not to say ANYTHING of how good the characters are.#they could keep making d20 seasons forever and starstruck will always be a cut above the rest because of how fucking good the setting is #like with crown of candy even tho i loved it sm i feel like some politics were discarded in favor of the others; all out war was eh to me #the build up to a war tho? now that's interesting that's where the juice is basically i wanted asoiaf book one vibes with this cast but #that's a matter of personal preference! i don't feel like acoc did the most that could've been done with a “politics” campaign #dimension 20 #dropout.tv #a starstruck odyssey #because of their deep investment in the world and the genre it never feels like starstruck couldn't do anything. it feels limitless!#season two...god if they never do one that'd be such wasted capability #ik fantasy high is so beloved and it is a beautiful lasagna of time and playing style but if i could get multiple seasons w starstruck...#the thing that makes asoiaf asoiaf is that we have a similar level of insight into the minds of baddies like the lannisters as we do into #the minds of the clean jesus allegory starks. and in acoc the “worst” character we got from the heroes was lapin n even he was aligned #to the rocks' cause. saccharina WAS a rocks -- that was her whole deal -- and even then she wasn't a morally reproachable character bc #she was right! i wanted acoc to be down and dirty and when they said ravening would be i was excited but even that turned out to be them #destroying a secret cult which was going to kill the world. no really down low shenanigans!

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disneylover-101 · 1 year

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#bambi #disney #bambiedit #disneyedit #disneydaily #disneyinc #disneyfilms #disneyfeverdaily #bigfrozensix #mine #golden era #i hate the colors but it took forever so im posting it

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kirkayuuuu · 9 months

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Yesterday stream reminded me of how much i love this boys. They don't take anything for granted even when the love they receive is not luck but the result of their talent and hard work.

#plave #plavememe #nam yejun #chae bamby #yu hamin #i'll follow Nam Leader forever

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dandybambiandy · 1 year

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Guess what I finished just in time for Homestuck Day ehehe

Everyone gets the Lineup treatment at last, i totally didn't rush this to get this done for 4/13

Also bonus!! I did all their god tier outfits too bc i just... couldn't NOT do that (putting this under a read more bc this is inflating the length of this post lol)

Oh extra special bonus, because he's my very special boy, here's Hal by himself so you can like actually see him lol

#AndyArts #Bambi Draws #2023 #Homestuck #Hom3stuck #John Egbert #Rose Lalonde #Dave Strider #Jade Harley #Jane Crocker #Roxy Lalonde #Dirk Strider #Jake English #Hal Strider #Lil Hal #I wonder if anyone will get why the mark on Hal's chest Looks Like That #also don't look at me i know hals other arm looks Too Small compared to his other one #i just didn't wanna spend forever trying to fix it when this file was already trying to eat my computer alive when i opened it lmao

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bambistan · 8 months

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I'm actually scared about what these Snape Stan's are doing to me. Like, I don't like adult Severus at all, but I do think that if his younger self had a better childhood, he would've been a much better person.

#its my desperate need to fix broken boys #obviously im not excusing his behaviour #but if i characterise him similarly to Barty then i think i can understand why people like him #severus snape #forever stan bambi tho #love him sm

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foggyparadisecandy · 1 year

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"Hypnosis can't make you do what you don't want" and other lies

I'm honestly sick to death of B--bi S--ep and other abusive files being written off as harmless fun.

And I'm pretty disheartened by the number of people who speak to me and hear my warnings and think it sounds fun.

And that's how these files are so effective. They prey on people who want to bliss out and escape the stress of the real world.

But these aren't that. These files are damaging and can permanently FUCK YOU UP.

I speak from direct experience and I still struggle with no longer knowing what fantasies are mine and which were implanted.

Now some may be thinking that I'm weak or having a laugh.

Neither is true.

In many ways, I'm just like you. I'm an average person who just listened to hypno files to escape my baggage for a bit.

I just wanted to bliss out and get dumb and just ... be free of all the personal responsibilities and concerns and woes and all of it.

I've been listening to hypnosis files for over a decade with no problems.

With B--bi S--ep, I've had nothing but problems.

EROSION OF YOUR TRUE SELF IS NOT A TEMPORARY THING

This stuff is seductive and it is well done, professionally done, to make you feel good as hell. That makes you want to return again and again.

And every pass makes you want it more. It makes you intentionally forget what is being said in the files. It makes you stupider and hornier and forgetful so you forget what memories are yours and what ideas are yours.

I can tell you with 100% certainty that I can remember sucking cocks of the entire football team under the high school bleachers. And I can also tell you with 100% certainty that that did not fucking happen.

And it layers in the new personality over and over and over and over again. And it literally buries your old personality deep within you as in a box, covered up and getting smaller and weaker each time.

And even with this warning, I will have people saying "oh fuck, that sounds so hot".

Seriously ... I feel bad for you if you really think that sounds hot.

It's destructive. It's ruination. It's not healthy. It's not fun. Love yourself more!

HYPNOSIS VERSUS CONDITIONING And you might say to yourself - or as likely, hear it from a "bad daddy" trying to convince you to go deeper - "hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want."

There is a reason why they call it the B--bi *CULT*.

If you have ever had a family member fall into a crazy conspiracy theory, you've seen it happen.

It's not a "ha ha listen to this file once and every time you hear the word PURPLE you act like a puppy" experience.

It's slow and steady conditioning process that works at you, and works at you, and works at you, to install new behaviors, new desires, new feelings, new memories, and a new dominant personality.

The end goal is full erasure of your old personality.

And I already posted about the abusers lining up the door who will have no regard for you or your well-being. They will be there - and you will seek them out! - to trigger you and push you and drive you and convince you to go further.

Stop considering it hypnosis for a moment. Go enjoy a nice hypnosis file. Get that trigger installed to bark like a dog when you hear the word "purple."

Hell - I'll join you for that and we'll have lots of laughs together.

B--bi S--ep is CONDITIONING. The term “conditioning” is even used repeatedly in the files.

It's conditioning you to the effects. Like a cult. Easing you slowly and steadily into a new set of behaviors. A new way of thinking.

This stuff works. It's been routinized and mapped out. Cults are real. Conspiracy theories abound because jerks know how they work and use the levers and systems to spread their garbage.

It's powerful. It's effective.

And you are not immune.

Play safe. I totally understand how seductive the appeal is to listen.

Find something safer. Please.

And for anyone that wants, I have a guided meditation process that I do to help you uncover your Rock of Protection that helps protect you and gives you strength - in and out of trance, no matter how deep you are. The Rock is there to help you break free and be strong against unwanted triggers and compulsions.

If you are interested in it, I'm happy to help you find it within you so you can play safely.

#hypnosis #mind control #bambi #bambisleep #bambi4eva #bambi forever #brainwashing #hypnotized #hypnokink #hypno pet #hypnosub #hypnoslut #hypnotic #hypnotism #safeandsane #consensual #trancing #safe play #on topic

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