#girl hypnotized

[spiraleyes-brokenminds]

How long are you gonna Stare with your Tongue Out?

How long have you been there Leaking your brain?

How many times have the words Looped?

Do you even know the words at this point?

How much Drool is on your chest?

How much of your brain is left?

How Pretty is the Spiral?

How Dumb are you?

So close now

DROP

Now go back and reread a few times

Now tell me long has it been since you stopped on this post and how many times did you reread?

[emilysbrainwashingjournal]

Emily's Brainwashing Journal - January 25th, 2023

[misslexyhypnoyou]

You love it hehe, don’t you deny 🫵🏻

🐮🐮

🤤

[voxhypno]

DAY 1

It's just one file, you tell yourself. You've been curious about hypnosis for a long time, bumming around in a few chatrooms where "hypnotists" wait all of 30 seconds to try clumsily to make you send them pictures of your ass, and eventually you stumble across a link that leads to the video that you're staring at now.

"Obedience School (Puppyplay)", proclaims the title, along with a still image of a green spiral, mid-swirl.

You tell yourself, "Here goes nothing", and press play.

The spiral leaps to life, spinning around and around on your screen, immediately drawing your eye. As a low, warm, soft voice begins to play through your headphones, telling you that it's okay, you can relax, your eyes start to flutter. Your body begins to feel floaty and light as your mind... just...

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You wake up on the floor, the computer screen frozen on a spiral no longer spinning. Your clothes are half-removed, as if someone or something with no knowledge of how they work tried to pull them gracelessly off of your body.

Your face is flushed, your hair disheveled, and your cheeks and chest covered in... drool?

Blushing furiously, you wipe yourself clean and try to remember what happened. Bits and pieces flicker through your mind... your tongue sticking out... the feeling of carpet against your palms and knees... and a warm, all-encompassing happiness, radiating through your brain, the ripples of pleasure and relaxation still echoing within your muddled mind.

Grinning, you save the link to the video. You know you'll be back.

Day 7

The entire day, you've found it hard to focus. You've been thinking about the video more and more often the longer you've gone without watching it.

That spiral, that voice, they just seem to beckon you. Those fleeting memories, feelings... You've been able to piece them together more now. You were a puppy, a brainless, happy animal. You crawled around, did tricks, panted and barked. Ordinarily you'd find it embarrassing.

You don't, though.

It was a nice break, being a puppy. Not having to think about your job, your worries, your cares. You just got the chance to bliss out and enjoy the feeling of being cared for, being told what to do, not having to stress for once.

You walk into your room, resolute. You're going to watch the video again. You need to know whether it was a fluke or not.

As you walk to your desk, without even really considering it, you pull your clothes off, sitting down naked. For a moment, you wonder why, but you remember the way that your clothes were disheveled last time. Of course. It makes sense for a puppy to be naked. Puppies aren't used to clothes. You're a good puppy.

...you stop, momentarily confused. Where did that come from?

Shaking your head, you click play on the video, and the spiral starts up again. This time the voice doesn't even say 5 words before you're drifting away.

You're so immediately out of it that you don't notice you were softly panting before the video even started.

DAY 30

You're barely even inside the door before you start ripping your clothes off, your hands paws clumsily pulling you free. A few weeks ago, you would have at least worried that the neighbors would see you. Now, that thought doesn't even enter your mind.

You drop to your knees all fours where a good puppy belongs and crawl to your living room, where you've set the spiral up on your TV. You're already panting and wiggling with excitement.

In your hazy head, you still can't believe that you managed to work up the courage to message the creator of the video Master. He was so understanding and nice! He called you a good puppy for being able to type out that whole message with your hands paws, and he even started making some special videos for you! You can't help but wag your butt tail at the thought of having such a nice new friend Master.

The spiral starts up, and you're already gone. Plopping down in a perfect sit position like you've been trained to do, tongue out, happily staring and letting your mind be coaxed and teased away by Master.

You know what you are now. You've heard it over and over again. You're a puppy. A dumb dim doggy pet. You love to crawl. You love to bark. You love to play and do tricks and get belly rubs and treats.

When you finally squeaked out a blushing request to see the man behind the voice, Master very kindly obliged. And it was then that you learned something very special about being a puppy.

You go into heat very easily.

It wasn't long before you were whimpering and begging on a video call, Master chuckling as you bounced up and down on a dildo, a rubber bone between your teeth to match the one you were riding.

Wasn't long before you were panting over pictures and videos of his cock, sliding in and out of a pocket pussy held in his strong hand, while his deep calming voice whispered into your mind that it should be you there taking his dick into every one of your happy puppy holes.

Lost in adoration and arousal, you barely even realize that the spiral has ended. You have commands you don't remember receiving. You no longer want to resist them. You don't remember ever wanting to resist them.

You crawl to your cell phone, laying on the floor. You open it and type in a number you don't recognize with your paws. You mindlessly bark into the receiver. And you hear the voice you love so much.

"Good dog! Sit tight, girl. I'm gonna come get you, okay?"

You don't even hear the last part. As soon as the words "good dog" hit your ears, you were already cumming your mind away.

DAY ???

You sleepily rise from your bed in the den, stretching out and yawning, flexing your paws. You shake your head, trying to clear it, the tag on your collar jingling. You're so thoroughly conditioned that even that little sound sends a wave of emptiness and pleasure through your head, and you press your pussy against the rough fabric of your bed, humping brainlessly.

Your sleepy mind registers the sound of the front door opening, and you bolt out of bed, leaving behind a dripping wet spot that you'll come back to idly sniff and lick at later. Master is home!

Barking, you scamper into the living room on all fours, the tail plug in your ass swishing from side to side as you rush to Master's side, pressing your cheek against his leg and panting happily.

He smiles, scritches you in your favorite spot behind your ears, and says some words that you no longer understand. Somewhere in the sounds falling from his lips are the words "good girl", though, so you cum unthinkingly, automatically, with a whimper. Like a good, well-trained puppy.

As the glow fades, you can't help but press your chest to the floor, hiking your rump in the air, staring at him pleadingly and swaying your tail back and forth. You need a treat so bad... You were a good dog and waited all day... And Master seems to understand.

He chuckles, and as per your daily welcome-home ritual, he unzips his pants to reveal your favorite treat. That dick that broke you. The cock that helped you realize your place, owned and collared. No past, no future, no stress, no worry. You almost cum again at the sight of it as you sit pretty, just as you were taught.

Teasingly, Master waves that perfect cock in front of your face, the scent of it doing nothing to stem the flow of your drool onto the floor. He's making the sound that means "wait", and so you do. You're a good dog.

He snaps his fingers, and your mind disappears.

And as you eagerly pounce, slobbering and licking over Master's cock and looking up at him with empty, adoring eyes, you know for certain that you've never been happier.

[sleepybimbobambi2]

Sound on now Bambi! 💗

3 minute of Bimbo Bliss! 💁🏼‍♀️

[saphig-iawn]

Reblog if you're fed up of performing this character people have forced you into and just want to be a doll on my lap with no stress or worries

[im-goodpup]

Being renamed

Since when my Owner renamed me, I feel like my training has been much more effective. When Owner use my name I suddenly shift into a more docile and obedient mood, and I feel so so submissive >///<

I think that every puppy/bimbo should be renamed by their Owner because it has been such a great change for me!!

[mesmerizeddreams]

All good girls to the front, time for your programming. It’s time to relax and let go

Sinking deeper and deeper is what you want

Sinking deeper is what you need

Deeper and deeper

Like good dolls

[please1mistress]

WARNING FLASHING IMAGE AND COVERT HYPNOTIC LANGUAGE

Isn't it the BEST feeling when you find one of those flashing images that you stop on while you are scrolling through tumblr and find yourself just relaxing and staring longer and longer. Sometimes you find yourself just staring mindlessly at an image, it happens to the best of us. Images can be so captivating that they draw you in, making you lose track of time. Whether it's a stunning landscape, a piece of art, or even a nostalgic photo, there's something about visual content that can be incredibly mesmerizing. It's like our brains take a little vacation, soaking in the details and letting our thoughts wander. Ever had a particular image that you just couldn't look away from? yes, yes I am sure you have, it doesn't matter what the image is, the small flashes and words just seem to draw you in deeper and deeper.

One minute you are scrolling through image after image feeling yourself spiral down that rabbit hole, then one draws you in and you find yourself fascinated by some aspect of the flashes. It's almost like falling into a visual trance. Whether it's the colors, the composition, or the story behind the image, something just CLICKS and you can't look away. It's a bit like finding a hidden gem in a sea of content, or like stumbling upon a treasure that you didn't even know you were looking for. That one image can evoke memories, spark creativity, or simply captivate you with its beauty. It's a reminder of how powerful visual content can be in our lives.

it's like giving your mind a mini-vacation. Just letting go and getting lost in an image can be incredibly soothing. It's a simple pleasure that can bring a lot of peace and relaxation. You can imagine yourself being that woman in the image, her eyes vacant of thought as she reaches down and slowly starts to move her fingers along that arousal you feel, rubbing and moving your hips slowly as you are drawn deeper into the spell the image weaves in your mind. It simply casts a spell, pulling you deeper into its world. The colors, the details, the emotions it evokes, they all blend together to create a mesmerizing experience. It's a beautiful escape, allowing your mind to wander and explore.

Now like this and forget and remember that as you comment on it, how deeply aroused you can be for the RIGHT owner.

[spiraleyes-brokenminds]

Be a Good Girl and wear your brain on your chest

“Good Girls Obey” repeat 5 times

Be a Good Girl and stop thinking just be Dumb

“Good Girls Obey” repeat 5 times

Be a Good Girl and Edge your brain away

“Good Girls Obey” repeat 5 times

Be a Good Girl and Rub your personality away

“Good Girls Obey” repeat 5 times

Be a Good Girl and let men tell you what you are

“Good Girls Obey” repeat 5 times

Now tell me, are you a Good Girl?

[emilysbrainwashingjournal]

Emily's Brainwashing Journal - January 22, 2023

[misslexyhypnoyou]

Yes and you know it, I got you hehe 😵‍💫🤤

😵‍💫

[voxhypno]

Oh, my god, your dog is so cute!

I know, right? Such a sweetie. Say hi, girl!

Arf!

Aww, isn't she precious? Where did you get her?

Funny story, actually. Turns out she had spent a lot of time listening to that file I put out a while back, you know the one, uhhhh... Adopt-A-Puppy. That was it.

Oh, yeah, I remember really liking that one.

Well, apparently she had it on repeat for days. I checked her phone history when she showed up at my house. I'm talking 24-7 puppification, it was nuts.

Oh my god... And it turned her into this?

Well, almost. When she got to my doorstep, she was still human enough to ask me to adopt her before she broke completely. But she hasn't said a word since then. Hasn't stood up, hasn't done her business inside, hasn't used her hands... and now she's just a stupid, happy, horny lil doggy, aren't you, honey?

Arf! Rrruff!

And the nipple clamps?

My idea. Whenever she's getting a little too playful, I can just give them a tug and her mind blanks right out. Usually I tell her to go hump a pillow or play out in the backyard or something. It's nice to have a fuckpet like her around, but a guy's still gotta have some time to work, y'know?

Smart, smart... does she know any tricks?

Ohhhhh, buddy, you have no idea.

[sleepybimbobambi2]

Sound on now Bambi!! 💗

2:45 minutes if Bimbo Bliss! 💁🏼‍♀️

[justme271]

Tell me one thing you would love to do if I'm there with you

[spiraleyes-brokenminds]

Let your Brain Pop and your mind Drip Drop as you Rub and become a Mindless Doll

DRIP

DROP

BRAIN

POP

BE

DUMB

AND

RUB