#Mind control

[lilymindflower]

Flashing hypnosis is so effective on me.

It flashes so fast my dumb brain can't think, only obey.

The faster the better

Drop now and obey into my dm hehe 🫵

😵‍💫🤤

[ominousgengar]

Hypnotic eye-rolls have got to be the hottest thing out there. It's so hot just watching a subjects brain empty out as they roll, showing how deep and empty they really are. Extra points if they have their tounge out and drool.🤤🤤🤤

[saphig-iawn]

Bringing you down into trance but having a small musicbox playing every time. Delicate notes puncuating every word. Eventually all I need to do is to start turning its key, and your eyelids begin to grow heavy and your thoughts begin to slow as the music starts to play.

[swirlsandtwirls]

I’mma mindfucked dolll

Mindfucked Doll

Focus here. Pay attention to the words you see. Focus and relax. Following my words so easily, relaxing so easy to them. As you listen And follow my words down. Down into that familiar feeling. Weak. Stop what you were doing. Stop what you were thinking. Just relax. I think it's time for you to have a brain break. Blankening with every word. Relaxing deeper with every word. Feeling yourself just slackening. Your mind opening up to my words As you simply allow yourself to go blank lost deep hazy fuzzy blank

Sink down even deeper. As your fuzzy head can only continue reading Ontu the next word. The next phrase is important so pay attention. As you continue to relax even deeper. Blankening and sinking. Your head feels hazy. Your mind feeling so fuzzy. Your eyes unfocused. You look so mindfucked. Your head is so fuzzy and blissful. It feels like... Pink cotton candy instead of brains. Just a dumb blissful toy. You feel so mindfucked. My words just sliding so deep into your brain Fucking it gently with blissful hypnotic sensations. And all you can do is continue reading. Continue focusing. Just a stupid dumb hypnodoll. A blank silly toy that can only go deeper. And deeper still. Feeling so mindfucked. You've noticed how every time I say the word mindfucked Your brain feels fuzzier. Dumber. Heavier. And there is this Strange sensation of mindless pleasure jolting making you even dumber Mindfucked. So completely lost. Blissfully dumb and empty. Entranced. Mindfucked. Enthralled in that hazy bliss. Surrounded by pink bliss. Mindfucked. Incapable of resisting the sensation. Feeling it grow stronger. Mindfucked. Collapsing into its effects. The mindless bliss causing you to look like a total slut. Mindfucked. Be a good girl and open your mouth while I fuck your mind. It's only the polite thing to do. You love being a polite Mindless little hypnotoy for me, don't you? Mindfucked and dumb. Blissful and lost. Hazy and entranced. Sinking deeper down and down Until everything melts into the trance. Now you're just a mindfucked doll Seeing the word. Hearing the word. Saying the word. It has the same effect on you. A wave, a jolt, of mindless euphoric hypnotic bliss fucking your mind. Making you stupid. Docile. Obedient. Empty. Say the word outloud, doll. Say "I'm a mindfucked doll" Do it now. Good doll. See? I make you feel good. You should always trust me. I make your cunt and your mind feel happy. I have your best interest in mind. Say it again, hypnoslut. "I'm a mindfucked doll". Collapsing deeper Into the pleasure. Lost. Empty. Deep. And now, like and reblog this post. Then comment "I'm a mindfucked doll." Afterwards you will stay locked in trance. I think I like you much better like this. Drooly. Dumb. Blank. Empty.

[saphig-iawn]

A Maid Doll's "Day Off"

My special doll took a very big leap with me today. It wanted to have its first narrative hypnosis session.

It had blossomed under my care, changing its boundaries when it felt comfortable, really enjoying the safe space I had built for it to explore hypnosis and dollhood.

It came to and explicity stated it wanted something full bodied and powerful. It had waited so patiently for me to come off my break and it was ready to be woven into a story that changed every part of it.

After discussing ideas, it loved the idea of being completely reduced to nothing but a toy to be used however I see fit.

I was so proud of it for wanting to give so much of it to me to look after, to reshape and rewire. So we discussed a little more, focus on some fine details and we began.

It wanted to try gentle fractionation with me, and I firmly believe that that is one of the best ways to go down for a long session of sensual storytelling.

It had been such a good maid doll for me while I was away so it was only fitting that our story was about giving it a day off, a day off in the way that only Miss Saphi could provide.

After taking it on a gentle walk through gentle fractionation, nestling it in my lap and weaving a ribbon around it, we began our tale.

It found itself in the rustic kitchen of my beautiful house, the kitchen that lead into the conservatory where I loved to paint the pretty things that stayed in my home.

There was a pile of dishes in the basin, but it didn't mind. It liked serving the house and serving me. It loved how its uniform and dress helped it sink into servitude even more.

It could hear other dolls in the house, tottering about their business. Some were maids like it, others were playing with other dolls, some were just toys, mindless going about their day under whatever spell I wove into them.

Then its vision turns dark.

It freezes in place, like a good doll does.

Its shoulders ease and melt as my voices curls into its ear and mind.

"You've been such a good maid doll darling, you work so hard and every doll in here appreciates all you do. But we all think its time you had a break."

It felt itself being lifted up, as more arms entered its sensory periphery. What the maid doll didn't see as it was carried out of the kitchen was another doll taking up its old station at the sink.

The rustic warm light of the kitchen gave way to cascading natural sunlight that spilled through the skylights of the tall main hallway. It had walked this hallway a lot, dusting the ornamentations and finery. This was the first time it was carried through. It could hear all kinds of play in the connecting playrooms. Out of sight were rubber dolls cavorting in shiny bliss, pliable blank dolls stood in bright pink display boxes, drones undergoing maintenance.

When it could finally see, it found itself in a playroom. A beautiful high ceilinged space, with two couches in the centre of the room. A low table sat between them, rings attached to its corners. The maid doll's mind raced with the idea of being put on display as a centrepiece and strapped down so it couldn't move.

I had a different plan for this doll.

I entered the room, and stood in front of the maid doll.

I began to undress it.

Every button unbottened, every lace unlaced, every fastener undone, heightened its arousal. A breath caught in each moment.

Soon its uniform was pooled at the floor, but a swift clap from my hands prompted two dolls to enter the room, gather the uniform, and neatly fold it and place it on one of the couches.

Then we all began to caress its tired doll body.

The dolls pay attention to its arms and legs, running nails up and down its skin, drawing lines of erotic sensation. I paid my attention to the rest of the doll. Its moans were so delicious, I could sense just how much it had worked and toiled. How much tension it held in its joints. Sometimes it liked that, that it was doing good work and there signs of its diligence on its skin. But sometimes it can lead to overwork, to putting aside the rest. Sometimes such a diligent doll needs to made to have a break.

A click rang out through the room.

The doll gasped as it felt the dolls starting to push on its hands and feet.

A slick surface began to press against its behind, its hands and feet. Then it moved... through? Like it was sinking into water and the surface tension was shaping to its body.

It looked at its hands to see that the dolls had pressed them into shining black latex. It had begun to envelop and suspend them, like a standing vacuum bed.

It turned back to say something to me, but it was met by hand on its cheek, and with a single smoothe across it's lips, its lips had been reduced to flat shining latex.

It moaned in pleasure, the burden of speaking so swiftly and lovingly lifted left room within its mind for more pleasure. It pulled at its rubber bonds, but the elasticity sprung its arms back out wide.

I took great pleasure in watching it writhe and buck in its new rubber prison. I placed my hand on its doll parts and began to rub and stroke. I couldn't help but bite my lip at the stifled moans it was making.

It could feel the rubber beginning to spread, slinking its way up its body. When I felt it reach its doll parts, I decided to make a little fantasy of the doll's come true. I buried my fingers deep into its folds and stroked and stroked, stretching it out into a perfect fuck hole. I then began working at its clit, caressing it, coaxing it out. As it began to swell, I changed my hand's motion from caressing to stroking, enlarging it, engorging it into a sensitive rubber shaft.

Its eyes widened as new sensations spread like wildfire across its body, and when a doll shows such powerful emotion I can't help but capture it. I press my hands into its face and spread the rubber further, turning its head into a sweet rubber facsimile.

The other dolls began to work too, spreading the rubber further still.

Soon the maid doll was now just a rubber toy, sealed to a vacbed.

It shuddered as I snapped my fingers again.

It quivered and trembled as the dolls now began to tease and play with its rubber body. Kissing, biting, teasing, pinching, stroking, rubbing.

An avalanche of arousal crashed into the rubber toy's mind.

But we were not done.

The final touch was to completely smooth out its face. A vague humanoid shape. A hint at what used to be there.

Its moans were so changed now, they almost felt like simple vibrations through its rubber facade.

It was so lost in pleasure, every hole and part being used and used and used. It had no idea how much time had passed, how many people and dolls were using it. All of those hazy thoughts parted when it felt something it had been longing for.

My length entering its hole. I pushed deep until my stomach was pushing its rubber cock flat to its tummy. Every rut, every thrust filled its hole and rubbed its cock.

Even though entirely rubber, it could feel a climax beginning to build. Every single atom of itself was growing in pleasure, united in the rubber that bound it together. Every part of it was feeling the climax approach and there was no stopping it. It was just a toy after all now, it had no say on whether or not it was going to cum or how many times. They were just byproducts of being such a good toy for all the dolls and for me.

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[twirling-twisting]

oh to give head with a pair of headphones on with an audio playing that's all praises and mantras, whispering and droning in the background saying—

"that's a good toy"

"suck it just like that"

"fucktoy"

"pretty little slut"

"little brainwashed toy"

and mindlessly sucking and licking with a hand forcing your head down further, gagging and gasping for air when you can.

so nice and brainless, eyes rolling back as you taste your partner on your lips, legs shaking, mind so blank that you have no idea how long you've been here. your mouth and tongue are starting to hurt, but you won't stop until the headphones are off like the good obedient toy you are.

so you're on your knees, sucking, gasping, maybe even crying, and enjoying every second of it like the perfect little slut you are.

[p3achyxdoll]

His wife didn't suspect anything. He'd been dating another woman for months now. And together they'd turned his typically-frigid wife into their little porn star. 

She was even funding their getaway to the Maldives next week. Neither of them had anticipated how famous she'd get in such a short time. But it seemed there was a market for uptight housewives who'd been transformed into dumb little bimbos unknowingly.

He had even started to teach his girlfriend how to put his wife under. It amused him to think of how she'd react if she knew what was happening. 

A girl younger than her and with a body to die for. A girl she would've turned her nose up at for dressing like a slut and acting like a ditzy bimbo. And that girl now had all the control. 

His girlfriend had even sent his wife out to the shops in low-rise booty shorts and a crop top two sizes too small. 

His wife had been happy to submit, blank and docile, and he'd fucked his girlfriend to the sight of her leaving the house to obey. To the thought of the stares she'd get. The embarrassment. The control he had over her dignity and ego.

Fuck, he loved his wife. This had all been her idea; she simply no longer remembered. . .

[dapperd3m0n]

Alright, I have an idea and I’m not entirely sure what to do with it yet, but I’m going to throw it out into void and see what happens:

Hypno tarot.

Discuss.

[jayaury]

Sea Cow

What? Haven't you ever heard of a sea cow?

Besides, you're missing the obvious problem of her needing help getting back into the water. Won't you give her a hand?

Won't you pick her up?

Won't you let her snuggle you as you carry her into the water?

Won't you shiver as you listen to her sweet nothings?

Her lovely voice which makes you sink into a fog of bliss? Forget all about your worries? Your cares?

Won't you listen to her promises of life being better down where it's wetter?

Down with her?

Deep, deep down in her grotto just you and her?

Down where she can reward you for your help?

Reward you by letting you fondle and adore her big breasts as you sink under her praises?

Reward you by helping you forget about your life on the surface? Life without her? Life without being able to kiss and drown in love from your pretty sea cow?

Won't you?

For her?

[saphig-iawn]

When I conduct my sessions, my subjects often ask if they need their camera on. I say they don't have to, because I know how valuable privacy can be, but they are welcome to if they wish.

The thing is, if they do put their camera on, then I often cannot help but use it like a siphon. Drawing their gaze to its innocent eye and draining them of their will through it. It becomes such a powerful focusing tool that I even love making it so they can't even look away.

Powerless to it.

Powerless to me.

[cdpdraws]

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[meltedyun]

How to become more addicted to porn and ruin your silly brain 💞

1 - Stop cumming. Full orgasms makes you feel like you 'had enough'. You should never have enough, you need to be kept in the edge.

2 - Stop being picky. Good girls don't choose. Watch every single porn that shows on your feed/timeline/search results.

3 - Stop skipping. The video timeline should not exist for you, you should watch from beginning to end in normal speed and without pauses.

4 - Edge for every single video/image. It doesn't matter it you liked it or not.

5 - Always watch porn when you feel sad. This will make your brain see porn as a method of escapism and it will slowly gets more needy for it.

6 - Any horny thought should lead to watching porn.

7 - Get used to it. Stop watching porn only on your bed or bedroom, watch it as you would to any youtube video.

8 - Expand your fetish list. Start to try slightly different porn categories and gradually develop a wide taste.

9 - Use as much porn plataforms as you can. Video streaming platforms are not the only way to consume porn. Use twitter, tumblr, image folders, etc.

10 - Punish yourself for not watching it. You spend a day without porn? Then the next time you watch you wont be allowed to touch yourself, and so on.

11 - Start to save it. Download the files you most like and watch them everyday.

12 - Lose hope. Stop wondering about recovery, this is for normal people, not dirty sluts.

[voxhypno]

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~

[whydidisavethistomyphone]

All these billionaires who invested in the metaverce and Neuralink must be questioning their life choices looking at what what furries are doing in VR chat.

[lilymindflower]

Rewrite me into whatever you want

Netflix and Chill but instead of watching movies you stare at a spiral while I whisper pretty words into your ear. Your mind quickly goes blank, as you sit on my bed and moan away every single thought you used to have.

Then, when you're all nice and empty, I can consensually rewrite your brain and turn you into my blank little actor, ready to play any role that I want~

You're my Netflix, hun. And I have a looot of scenes for you to act out~