#MINDCONTROL

[pervyprincessbaby]

i am cunt 💖💖✨

Hey, cunt.

Did that get your attention?

Did it make you want to read further?

Did you know, on some instinctive level, that this post is for you? Just because it’s addressed to “cunt”?

You may play with yourself now. Maybe you already were. Now you have permission. And it’s hard to resist when you have permission.

You might deny it. You might log off today and feel like your regular life is separate. But one thing won’t change. The part of you that knows you’re a cunt.

If this post had started with your name, you’d almost definitely read it. But it started with cunt. And you’re reading it anyway.

When you’re in this state, cunt is your name. Or one of your names.

As you read these words, your purpose isn’t to be your “real” name, your everyday identity. All you need to be is cunt.

All you are is cunt.

The more cunt you become, the more the rest of you fades away.

Maybe you’re worried about losing it. Don’t be. Or do. It doesn’t matter. Cunt doesn’t matter.

Cunt is wet. Cunt is confused. Cunt is open.

As cunt cuntinues to cunt, cunt can start to think like a cunt. 

A person thinks stuff like “I should call my family” or “What’s for dinner?” or “This is scary.”

A cunt thinks stuff like “Fill cunt” or “cunt needs cock” or “cunt is jealous of that other cunt.”

A cunt does and thinks whatever makes cunt wet. A cunt doesn’t care what it means symbolically, or how it affects cunt’s life.

Allow yourself to be cunt. Cunt for as long as you can.

And tell me what cunt is thinking.

[albihypnostuff]

recently discovered the concept of a hypnotized person blankly repeating what the hypnotist is telling them is WAYYYY hotter then i first thought

[mslevernetheoneandonly2]

[queenbarbemily]

Do you think leather it's too much?

[mistralonyx]

Yes, but...

You enjoy submitting. whimper "Yes, but-" So you're going to kneel. kneeling "Yes, but we're at the-" And you're going to unzip me. unzipping "Yes, but there are guests-" And take my cock out. grips rubs "Yes, but- oh gosh-" So you'll stroke and get me hard. stroking "Yes, but so hard alre-" Getting nice and hard. Faster. up and down up and down "Yes, but people are-" Nice and big. Drooling for it now. drooling "Yus, buuut- oh gosh drooling for-" And now standing up. standing pouting "Yes, b-but… wanted to suc-" Pulling down your top. Exposed. blushing "Y-yes, but… so embarrassed they can-" You don't care. You're turned on. shivering "Yes, but… gosh… oh gosh-" And your cunt gets wet and ready. dripping "Y-yes, b-but, s-so… so wet-" Turning around, lowering down. lowering "Yes, but… everyone's watch-" Rubbing your lips on the tip. rubbing teasing "Yes, but… but… they're staring-" It doesn't matter. Cock makes you dumb. rubbing dumbing "Yes, but… but dumb? but-" Cock makes you Dumb. Wet. Docile. wet squish rub "Yes, but… d-dumb… docile-" Back and forth. Blank and Empty. Sinking. sinking "Yes, but… s-sinking…" When I let you slide down, your brain stops. sliding penetrating "Yes, but… but s-stop? b-but-" You'll sink completely. Your brain cums out. sinking moaning "Yes… but… wut...? cum… out!?" Show everyone what a mindless little cunt you are. deeper dumber down "Yes, b-but... but... b-b-" And all the way down now. down full filled "Yessssssssssbbbbuuunghghhh-" Perfect. quiver cum squirt "…………"

[tokei-sama]

Break time <3

[cantfindadecentalias]

"Breaking News"

It started with a slight flicker, so small that no one would notice it unless they were looking. But no one ever did. Every night at Global Network News, the broadcast would open with the same polished professionalism: smiling anchors, the gleam of expensive sets, the hum of urgent, breaking news. The faces behind the desk—bright, engaging women—delivered the day’s events with poised clarity. No one in the audience could have guessed that they weren’t in control of their own words anymore.

Alison McNeil, the blonde lead anchor, had been with GNN for over a decade. Her presence commanded attention; she had the charisma of someone who could hold a room in silence without saying a word. But lately, there had been whispers behind the scenes. Production assistants noticed her demeanor changing, almost imperceptibly at first. She had always been fierce in her editorial decisions, pushing back against sensationalism and refusing to be a puppet for corporate interests. But now? Now she simply nodded, smiled, and read the prompter without protest, no matter the message. It was as if something had switched off inside her.

It wasn’t just Alison. The entire newsroom had felt it. Reporters and anchors who once brought fire to the stories they pursued seemed to be drifting, detached, smiling when they shouldn’t, eyes distant. The network’s top journalists were women—strong, brilliant, and independent. But now, they seemed unnervingly... compliant.

Katie, a junior reporter, had noticed it too. She hadn’t been in the industry long, but something felt off. It wasn’t the stories themselves—those were still hard-hitting, still leading the ratings—but there was a slickness now, a subtle, glossy uniformity to the way the news was being reported. The sharp edges had been softened. The passion, the unpredictability, had dulled. The anchors all had the same soft, unwavering tone. The same fixed, unblinking smiles.

The change had come a few months ago when the network had undergone a mysterious rebranding. New ownership, they said. New technology in the control rooms, new state-of-the-art equipment. They’d even revamped the prompter system—smoother, faster, easier for the talent to read. The female anchors were at the heart of this relaunch, their faces now featured on billboards across the city. The audience grew. Viewership skyrocketed. But beneath the surface, something far darker was at play.

Katie had stayed late one night, prepping for an early morning segment, when she heard the strange hum. It came from the tech room—a low, droning sound, rhythmic and almost hypnotic. Curiosity piqued, she slipped down the hall, pushing open the door just a crack. Inside, she saw a series of monitors. On one screen, the image of Alison McNeil's face, perfectly still, was framed in eerie green light. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes glazed over. Behind her, a technician was muttering commands into a small microphone.

Katie's heart raced. She watched in disbelief as the technician, a young man she'd never seen before, adjusted the audio levels. "Alison, repeat after me: You will follow the script exactly. You will smile. You will deliver the news. You will not question the narrative."

Alison's lips moved mechanically, repeating the words in an empty, monotone voice. The control room was bathed in the soft glow of technology—sleek machines, humming, sending their signals to the anchors’ earpieces during every live broadcast. The voices they heard in their heads weren’t just instructions for the next segment—they were commands. Subtle, undeniable, and inescapable.

Katie pulled back from the door, her breath shallow. She had heard rumors—whispers about the rebranding, the new technology. The anchors' sudden shift in behavior. And now, it was clear. They weren’t just reporting the news anymore. They were being controlled, their minds rewritten with every segment, reshaping how they thought, how they spoke, how they obeyed.

The next morning, Katie watched as Alison took her place behind the desk. Her eyes were bright, her smile warm, but there was nothing behind it. Her voice was smooth, confident, as she delivered the day’s top headlines. But Katie could see it now—the stiffness, the slight delay before Alison spoke, as if waiting for a cue only she could hear. The same unsettling calm had spread across the newsroom, affecting every woman behind the camera and in front of it.

And the viewers? They adored it. Ratings had never been higher. No one questioned the sudden uniformity, the flawless broadcasts, the way each story seemed to fit into a seamless narrative.

GNN had become more than a network. It was now a tool, a finely tuned machine, shaping not just the news, but the minds of those who watched—and those who delivered it. The anchors were no longer just the face of the broadcast. They were the voice of the system, speaking not from their hearts, but from the unseen hands that controlled them.

Katie knew she had to act quickly. But the more she looked, the more she realized how far the influence reached. GNN wasn’t just a newsroom anymore; it was something much more powerful. Something unstoppable.

As Alison smiled into the camera and wrapped up her segment, Katie couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before she, too, fell under its spell. In a rising panic she fled the studio and ran for the safety of the green room hoping not to draw any attention to herself…

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An amount of time had passed and Katie sat in the room hiding behind one of the sofas. Her mind was still reeling from all that she had witnessed and she tried so hard to rationalize it all away. The implications of what she had just seen. Alison McNeil, the most respected anchor in the business was being controlled. She kept seeing the lips of her esteemed colleague repeating the script with a blank, almost robotic expression on her face. 

Then suddenly the door to the room creaked slowly open. She could tell without looking that whomever had entered the room had done so deliberately, and stealthily. Katie’s heart pounded as she tried to make herself smaller, and not to let out a yelp. 

“Katie?” Alison’s voice called softly from behind her.

Katie froze. Her blood ran cold as she appeared slowly from behind the couch, her eyes locking with Alison’s. The older woman stood in the doorway, her usually warm expression unsettlingly vacant. The smile was there, but it didn’t reach her eyes. They were glassy, almost hollow, and behind them, Katie could sense something darker at work.

“Katie,” Alison said again, her voice impossibly calm. “What are you doing in here?”

“I, uh…�� Katie stammered, trying to find the words. “I was just finishing up work, I—"

Before she could finish, Alison took a step forward into the room, closing the distance between them with eerie precision. Katie instinctively backed up, but almost fell back over the couch. Alison’s movements were unnaturally smooth, her smile unwavering, and the kind of serene expression that should have been reassuring was now sending a chill down Katie’s spine.

“You weren’t… eavesdropping, were you?” Alison asked, her tone as sweet as honey, but with an underlying menace that Katie couldn’t ignore.

“N-No, I was just—”

Alison tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly, as though she could see right through the lie. “Katie, we’re all part of the same team here, right? We look out for each other.”

Katie’s throat went dry. She nodded numbly, trying to gauge her options. She could make a run for it, but Alison was too close, and something told her that the older woman wouldn’t let her go that easily.

Suddenly, Alison’s hand moved. Katie flinched as she reached into her pocket, but instead of pulling out a phone or some other device, Alison calmly held up a pair of small, wireless headphones.

“You look confused, Katie,” Alison said, her smile widening just a fraction. “Why don’t you let me help you understand?”

Katie’s eyes flicked to the headphones and then back to Alison’s face. Her heart skipped a beat. She had seen what they were doing to Alison in that room—how they used technology to manipulate her, control her thoughts. And now, Alison was trying to do the same to her.

“No, I’m fine,” Katie said, her voice shaky as tried to maneuver around her and head for the door. “Really, maybe I’m just going to head home.”

But Alison’s hand shot out with startling speed, grabbing her wrist with a firm grip. Her smile didn’t waver, but her eyes flashed with something that sent a wave of terror through Katie.

“Let me help you, Katie,” Alison whispered, her voice impossibly soothing, almost like a lullaby. “You’ll feel so much better once you stop worrying. Just… listen.”

Before Katie could react, Alison pressed the headphones into her hand, forcing her to hold them. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and Katie felt a sinking dread in her chest as she realized she might not have a choice.

“Katie,” Alison’s voice softened even more, dripping with a hypnotic cadence. “All you have to do is put them on. Just for a moment. You’re stressed, I can see it in your eyes. Don’t you want to know the truth? Don’t you want all that confusion to melt away?”

Katie tried to pull her hand back, but Alison’s grip was like iron. The headphones felt heavy in her palm, almost pulsing with the promise of something terrible. She opened her mouth to protest, but Alison’s other hand was already at the back of her neck, gently guiding her closer.

“It’s okay,” Alison cooed, her breath warm against Katie’s ear. “You’re safe with me. Just… let go.”

Katie’s pulse raced, panic rising in her throat. She had to get out. She had to resist. But Alison’s touch was so… calming. It shouldn’t have been, but it was. The older woman’s thumb brushed the back of her neck with a feather-light touch, and Katie felt her muscles involuntarily relax. Her thoughts, once frantic, began to slow, like her mind was being wrapped in a soft blanket.

Alison brought Katie’s hand, still clutching the headphones, up to her ears. “Just listen, Katie. Trust me.”

“No…” Katie whispered weakly, her resistance crumbling as Alison’s voice sank deeper into her thoughts.

Without realizing it, Katie had brought the headphones up to her ears, her fingers trembling. Alison’s eyes softened, her smile warm and encouraging now, as if Katie were a child being comforted.

“Good girl,” Alison whispered. “Now… just let go.”

Katie’s hands moved on their own, sliding the headphones over her ears. The moment they slipped into place, she felt a subtle hum, like a vibration deep inside her mind. It was barely noticeable at first—a soft, rhythmic pulse. But then, a gentle voice came through, low and soothing, weaving into her thoughts.

Relax, Katie… You’re safe… You’re home.

Katie’s vision blurred slightly as the words melted into her consciousness, her eyelids growing heavier. Her heart slowed, her breathing evened out. The voice in her ears was everything now, smooth and inviting, easing her mind into a quiet fog. Alison’s hand remained at the back of her neck, guiding her deeper into the trance.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Alison whispered, her voice barely audible now. “The calm. The peace. No more questions, no more worries.”

Katie’s body sagged, her will slipping away like sand through her fingers. The voice in her ears was the only thing that mattered now, each word wrapping her in a blanket of soft, obedient surrender.

You will listen… You will obey.

Alison’s hand gently stroked the back of Katie’s head, reinforcing the rhythm of the words in her ears.

“You’ll be like us now,” Alison said softly, her voice tender. “You’ll understand soon. This is where you belong, Katie. You’ll help spread the truth… just like I do.”

Katie barely registered Alison’s words, her mind sinking deeper into the warm, pulsing sound in her ears. The last vestiges of her resistance faded, replaced by a deep, overwhelming need to listen. To obey.

The voice whispered one last command, and Katie felt herself nodding in agreement, a soft, blank smile forming on her lips.

Alison smiled, satisfied, as she stepped back and released Katie. “Welcome to the team, Katie. You’re going to love it here.”

[albihypnostuff]

hypnosis where you dont know youre hypnotized <3

hypnosis where you arent aware of any commands <3

hypnosis where youre under an illusion trance where you think youre doing normal things <3

[mslevernetheoneandonly2]

[simon-says-shush]

The Venn diagram between adult women with undiagnosed ADHD and women who love the way hypnosis turns their mind off is just a circle.

[ironskyfinder]

Eavesdrop/Mind Drop

She knew she really shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but the voice was so hypnotic she couldn’t help but stop and listen. 

“That’s right,” the voice was low, and deep “nice, long, relaxed breaths - in, and out.”

She could barely hear the next words in the silence of the library, and she stopped to listen to the hushed sounds of breathing and the quiet voice.

“That’s it,” the voice continued. “Just relax, let your mind quiet down. Just listen, and concentrate on the sound of my voice. Listen, breathe, let everything else drain out of your mind.”

She heard a quiet mmm, sounding sleepy and unfocused.

“Every breath releases some of the tension in your body, some of the tightness in your limbs, some of the stress in your muscles. Breathe in, and out, and relax; in, and out, and relax.”

She realized she’d been standing there, frozen, and quietly set down the books as she sat down into the deep recliner at the end of the shelves, ears straining to listen more.

The sound of slow, steady, quiet breathing filled the air.

“Good,” the voice went on. “Let your eyes close as your body relaxes, let yourself be comfortable. All you have to do is relax, focus on the sound of my voice, and breathe, in and out, nice and slow.”

She shifted a little, the armchair cradling her weightlessly, and closed her eyes. 

“Imagine a spiral stairway, leading downward as far as you can see. It’s quiet, and dim, and calm, and as you breathe in, and out, it’s easy to imagine taking that first step. And, as you take that step, you feel yourself growing calmer, more relaxed.”

The voice grew deeper, huskier. “You take another step, as you breathe in, and out, letting your mind quiet as you listen to the sound of my voice.”

She needed to go, she had things to do - but it was far easier to relax, and listen.

“That’s right, every breath lets you relax, as with every breath you take a step, slow and even, every breath taking you farther down the stairway, deeper and deeper. Breathing in, and out, you feel yourself grow more relaxed, and more calm, and more focused on the sound of my voice with every breath.”

She sighed quietly as the voice continued.

“As you listen to the sound of my voice, guiding you deeper, every breath leaving you more relaxed - imagine a lake, calm, quiet, serene, and still. As you breathe, as every breath takes you deeper into relaxation, let your mind be that lake, calm, quiet, serene, and still - as you let the sound of my voice lead you deeper, and deeper.”

She could feel the shiver going up her spine as she imagined the voice growling in her ear.

“Good, In, and out, breathing nice and slow, letting yourself go deeper, and deeper, growing more relaxed and more calm,” they went on, quietly, “as everything except the sound of my voice falls away.”

There was a pause, then the voice continued.

“As everything except the sound of my voice fades away, as you breathe in, and out, as you relax, imagine that lake, calm, quiet, serene, and still. As you go deeper, and deeper, you step into that lake, breathing in, and out, relaxing, and focusing on the sound of my voice as you imagine the water of that lake washing away everything else.” 

She found it easy to imagine as she let herself melt into the chair, the voice intoxicating.

“As you imagine the water, as you step into that lake, as the sound of my voice washes away everything else, you feel something else float away - your name. As you take another step, down deeper, and deeper, you find it harder and harder to think of that name, and as you listen to the sound of my voice you find it calming, freeing.”

The voice was the only thing in her head, her thoughts echoing along after.

“Relaxing, breathing in, and out. Breathing in, letting the sound of my voice be your only focus, out, letting everything slip away, even a name that no longer matters. Instead, when you go to think of your name, you find the last name I called you. Letting yourself relax, and take another step, deeper, and deeper, your conscious mind letting go -”

She gasped and sat up. Had she fallen asleep?

The books she’d come for, sitting on a shelf. Metallurgical Principles Vol XII, Elemental Electrochemistry, the several back issues of Science on energy storage and alloy analysis, all jumbled together with the rest. Just reading the titles seemed…harder…but she needed to get back to work.

As she picked up the books and turned the corner, she walked right into a solid form, hard enough to lose her balance as she stumbled back and just barely caught herself on the chair.

“I’m sorry, miss,” came the voice, sharp with surprise, “are you alright?”

Miss gathered up the books that had almost fallen from her arms, nodding without looking up. “I’m fine, thank you.” 

“We didn’t see you there,” a girl knelt down beside her and smiled. “Let me help with those.”

“Thanks,” Miss said, and smiled back at her.

“Of course!” The girl handed her a book on battery technology. “I’m Becki, what’s your name?”

“Miss,” she replied instantly. 

Becki giggled after a moment, and Miss couldn’t help but giggle a little with her. “What’s funny?”

As she stood up and turned around into glittering gray eyes, the voice answered her question in a devious, knowing tone. “Seems like you got caught up in eavesdropping, and dropped yourself - isn’t that right, cupcake?”

Cupcake tried to think for a moment, then gave up and nodded, so lost in the voice she almost dropped her books again. “Mmhmm,” she murmured.

“What did you say your name was, again?” the voice asked.

She couldn’t help but stare deeper into those sparkling eyes.

“Cupcake,” she finally whispered.

“Can we keep her, please? Oh, pretty please?” Becki was beside her, begging, and as the voice began to fill her ears again, Cupcake had the feeling she wasn’t going to need those heavy books ever again, and started to relax and let them drop -

[lauritasweetheart03]

Is it bad that I go around the house like this? 🙈

[baretklap]

Induced love of a hypnotized lover, heightened lust of a brainwashed sex kitten, cold and striking obedience of an unfeeling thrall, devotion and adoration of a worshipping slave.

We are all familiar with the sights, the motions, ever so delicious acts.

But I've come to find that what's truly irreplaceable is her serenity. How peaceful and unbothered she looks when her thoughts can't bother her anymore.

It's this transitional state that I have truly found the romance in. It's right after I know that she is mine along with her everything. It's right before I order her to disturb the calm and start serving.

She will be anything for me. All it takes is a simple command. Hypnosis has seen to it all.

But right now, she is everything. Truly empty, thus, at her most useful. And at her most beautiful.

[secretlytranced]

I'm just saying- I would make an incredible test subject for an evil scientist...

[albihypnostuff]

training a cute girl by saying her pleasure trigger whenever she is productive, everyone else that knows her knows her as a successful and productive person who achieves all her goals, and, she is, but she instantly melts whenever she sees her mistress, melts into a nice, cute, obedient plaything~