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clean your mind of those thoughts, bambi... embrace the emptiness and bliss and just give in...

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Am I a good bimbo 4 u? 🥺

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Aren't your friends so fucking hot? Wouldn’t it be nice to just sit in a circle, legs spread, tongues out - leaking, drooling, rubbing your clits as you all get dumb and fuzzy together?

Don't you wish they knew the truth about you? About how you dream of rubbing with them until your brain drips out your cunny. How you want to bury your face between their thighs and edge their dumb slut pussy. You want to corrupt them so, so bad. You want to teach them how to be an edge addicted slut just like you.

So what are you waiting for? Good girls make more good girls.

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One of my hypno posts, now in audio form~

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Bimbo dreams

All of you bimbos out there want to be mindless and empty. Its hard to be completely mindless and await instructions. You are too dumb to even be mindless, but that's okay. I have something easy to fix it.

A song.

A jingle to repeat when all those pesky thoughts get in the way of being mindless and obedient. When all you want to do is think pink, be sexy, and show off. Its simple. Just repeat after me,

Bimbo dreams, bimbo time, obey your master all the time.

Isn't that catchy. Isn't that so fun to say and think. I bet a bimbo like you can even put it to song.

Bimbo dreams, bimbo time, obey your master all the time.

That's so catchy. luckily for you, whenever you want to be mindless, just let your body do the work while you think

Bimbo dreams, bimbo time, obey your master all the time.

giggle and be a happy bimbo for your master.

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Now then, my dear, shall we begin? Sit back, relax, and let yourself get comfortable. All you need to do is listen to my voice and follow my words. That’s easy for you, isn’t it? You’re such a good girl, after all, and good girls always listen.

I want you to focus on your breathing now. In… and out. That’s it. Nice and slow, nice and easy. With every breath you take, you can feel yourself softening, relaxing. Your body feels lighter, your thoughts starting to drift. You don’t need to think right now. Thinking is so hard, isn’t it? So much effort. But being a good girl? That’s easy. That’s what you’re best at.

Good girl. Every time I say those words—good girl—you feel a warm wave of pleasure washing over you. It starts in your chest, spreading down to your fingertips, your toes, and everywhere in between, and especially your core, your cunt. And every time I say it again, that pleasure builds, stronger and stronger, until it becomes impossible to ignore. Isn’t that right?

Nod for me if that’s right.

Good girl. You’re doing so well, sinking deeper and deeper with every word I say, with every beat of your heart. You don’t need to think right now. In fact, the more you try to think, the sillier and emptier your mind feels. It’s so much better to let those thoughts just float away, isn’t it? To let your mind go soft, light, fluffy—like a pretty little cloud.

Nod if I’m right.

That’s it. Too dumb to speak. You’re such a good girl. And good girls don’t need to think. Good girls don’t need to worry. All you need to do is feel. Feel how soft and light your mind is, how good it feels to be empty and happy and oh-so-pretty. You’re a bimbo, my dear, and you love being a bimbo, don’t you?

Nod that pretty empty little head for me again.

Good girl. Every time you hear those words—good girl—you’ll feel a rush of pride, a reminder of how perfect it feels to be exactly who you are. Silly, soft, playful, and oh-so-pleasurable. That’s who you are. That’s who you’ll always be.

Now, my dear, I know you’re feeling very good right now. So light, so soft, so warm. And if you want to let that pleasure build even more, you can. I won’t touch you, but you can touch yourself. You can let your hands wander, let them explore, let them help you feel even better. Only if you want to, of course. After all, you’re such a good girl, and good girls always deserve a treat.

Good girl. Every time you touch yourself, every time you feel that pleasure growing, you’ll hear my voice in your mind, reminding you of how perfect you are. Every good girl builds that pleasure higher, stronger, until it’s almost too much to bear.

Say it with me now, my dear. Repeat after me: ‘I’m a good girl.’

Good. And again: ‘I’m a silly, soft, happy bimbo.’

Good girl. That’s exactly who you are, and you’re perfect just like this. Every time you hear my voice, every time you see a spiral or think of me, you’ll remember how good it feels to be soft, to be light, to be my good girl. And every time you hear those words—good girl—you’ll feel that pleasure rushing through you all over again.

Now, my dear, I could keep you here forever, couldn’t I? But I know you might need to come back soon. So when you’re ready, I’ll count you up from one to five. With every number, you’ll feel yourself becoming more awake, more aware, but still holding on to that soft, happy feeling of being a good empty headed dumb and ditzy little bimbo, a good girl. Ready?

One, becoming a little more aware.

Two, a little more focused, *almost* able to think.

Three, coming up and up, you’re halfway there, almost awake.

Four, aware of your surroundings, oh so close now.

Five, up you go! Wide awake, my dear. Such a good girl.

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