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Humping

When I hump I feel so helpless and dumb, rolling my eyes back and hanging my tongue out, almost like a dog in heat (maybe I am). Humping so much that all of my thoughts leak out from my hole leaving me empty and mindless as I pant and moan like a pathetic slut.

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I wonder how many butts are gonna hit the ground and how many tongues are going to loll out of needy, drooly mouths when I grab your mind firmly in one hand and tell all of you...

SIT.

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moooooo!!

At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~

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Such a dumb horny doggy, look at you!

Aw, hon, you don't have to hide it, don't have to fight it. Everyone can tell just by looking at you.

How many times have you rubbed and stroked yourself to orgasm imagining yourself crawling on all fours, huh? Does the idea of wagging your tail get you hot? Can you not fight the urge to put your paws up and beg eagerly for a treat?

Maybe you've even humped a pillow or a paw, feverishly whimpering as you imagine yourself being claimed by someone whose leash is so secure and snug around your throat.

Atta puppy, see? There's no need to pretend.

Letting your tongue loll out for me as you pant like a happy idiot, knowing that you're too stupid and silly to want anything else. And why would you?

You know what you are, and you know how good it feels to let all those worries fade away. Further and further away from thought, reason, or worry.

Dumb mutts like you don't fret or focus on anything stressful. You just sit, speak, and beg like the happy fuckpuppy you are.

Aw, who wants belly rubs? Who wants their silly puppy belly scritched?

Can you beg? Put those paws up to your chest, like a good pet!

Okay, doggy.

rubrubrubrubrubrubrubrub~

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Oh my god, seriously?

All I did was snap my fingers, dummy. I wasn't even looking at you, I was just humming along to the song in my earbuds.

And look at you. Just an idle snap is enough to send a happy pink shockwave through that emptying mind.

Your eyes already starting to glaze over as your brain starts to follow along so closely, so eagerly to my words. Like a little puppy obediently following a leash.

You really must be a hypnoslut if that's all it took to grab ahold of your mind and start dragging you down.

And now that you're getting called out about it, it's draining away faster. Your mind tries to grasp onto what little thought it has left, but as I raise my fingers in front of your eyes, chuckling at you, and give you another snap

You can't help it, hon.

Your brain stops, pops, and drops. All done, all gone. Brain just goes bye-bye.

Can you say "bye-bye, brain"?

Awww, good doll!

Hehe. You're equal parts cute and pathetic, you know that?

Cute because you're so eager to be controlled and broken that you can't stop yourself from whimpering and grinning.

And too pathetic to think of any sort of resistance.

Right now, in this moment, all you want to do is enjoy being a helpless, hypnotizable toy.

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Why and how hypnosis has formed such an intricate, tantalizing web, and why I am ever it's willing captive in my own mind.

So, buckle up! This will probably go long, but I figured it was high time I document my own history with hypnosis, tumblr, this community, and every other little kink that presses the corners of my mind into a nice, flat, glassy surface that any and all thought slide over and away from with effortless precision. I suppose it really all started during my first stint on tumblr, over a decade ago now. I was a plucky eighteen year old who, admittedly, really enjoyed engaging with trolls and jerks online. I was a really smart young girl, and I knew how to carry myself and when it was all said and done, I'd feel like I'd accomplished something, felt like I'd won, been witty, it did fill me with a sense of pride. it was these same people, and a lady friend of mine we'll call b that helped me learn and understand the pleasure of having that pride stripped away and replaced with wave after wave of unending, uncontrollable pleasure. with obedience, servitutde, with edghing, with so many different sides of the kjnk. I fojnd dreamychat and met many wonderful people. the first was h, who really knew how to drive me crazy. at the time I was a switch who was having lots of fun dueling and having my turn on top. after awhile, h and I lost contact and I visited dreamy less n less. after a hiatus, talking with b again some, and always confiding andmissing my v good friend in kink here we'll call L, I fell back into the scene again hard and met two different people. D was the first, demanding, controlling, arragont, bully. my kryptonite. he pushed me to do so mhny tihngs tha made .y brain:) go blank. and. h and then I met V, who had a much different approach that got sososo deep in my head:) v was so kind and playful, and ay ther end of the day, made me do sooo many amazing things. these experiences have made me the happy little bimbo fuckpuppy cockslut dickforbrains moocow💖💖💖 hhnnnn like, ujnm, now I moo that theres no way I could be a switch 4real💖 noww I edgee nnrubbb ngooon 💖💖 and just be trancyy nhapyyy n dummmmm for him💖 gggigles ghhnnn n ifeeel sosoosogooood sparkles nn pops💖💖💖 and beein a gooodgirlll 💖💖💖 rubbbin and likke makin myself worseee. it all happennd bc i didn t want to he responsbile nomore an beinn dumbbbs bettrr thsn beimg smartt💖💖 feeeels gooood and and not making choises 💖💖💖 hatee havjng real girl thougbts 💖💖 imm a toyh💖 noo thinkks💖💖 jusssinkssa💖💖 lovee bein seeeen bh you allll💖💖 degraded and vulnrble💖💖 butsafe n protected💖💖alwayssafe💖💖 yessedhedgedgedgdd💖💖rubbbb💖💖 dennyy repeattobeyyyy💖💖💖 mandi doll obeyy💖💖 mmmasst💖💖obeyy💖💖💖edgdgggg abbhghhh moooooooo💖💖💖💖💖rruuffarrfarfarff💖💖💖💖💖whinbbe wwhimmnper💖💖💖droooolll💖💖💖hheeaaatttt💖💖💖💖hhhbnnnnnn💖💖💖fffuc

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