#mindcontrol

[linecrosser]

Febuwhump 2k25 - Day 4 - Hivemind

the System is taking over

[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

[dumbhypnotisedgirl]

oops, meant to... uh... I forgot....

Eheheee yessfcbkgsjbudhcthf ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[obeymissmaddy]

One of my adorable lil toys drew this lil comic in devotion of me. ✧˖°.

[obeliskofonyx]

This was such a brain worm that I had to write a continuation.

“Surrender is bliss”

How long had he been saying that?

How often had that mantra been repeated, her voice soft in his ears, her fingers running through his hair plucking thoughts out, one after another? 

It was happening more frequently now. 

It would always start the same. 

She’d let him think he’d won. 

That he’d conquered, that *this* time was different. 

That somehow things would be as they had been. 

Then she would whisper those words. 

Those three simple words. 

His voice would echo them. 

Automatic. Instantaneous. Helpless. 

Before he knew it he was gone. 

She seemed to delight in it. 

The idea that he could do what she allowed. 

Nothing more. 

She was sweet, when she wasn’t cruel. 

She was kind, except when she smiled that smile meant to remind him of his place. 

The fact that he liked it so much is why it was so goddamn effective. 

It was like he wanted to lose. 

It annoyed him. He could feel the flash of it, echoing in his brain even as his lips echoed her words. 

It was hard to hold on to. Almost impossible.

She had been prey, some part of his brain railed. He was the predator. 

He should fight. 

But the bliss, the mindlessness, the need to desperately please her was too much. 

His muscles tensed, a fruitless effort to fight, her touch causing them to relax, even more. 

His lip quirked as he tried to get a word out, before she *shushed* him. 

So that tiny part of him screamed helplessly, even as her eyes sparkled in amusement. 

Today would be different. 

He’d decided that. 

He’d hardened his resolve. 

A tiny core of it at the heart of his being. 

He surrendered effortlessly, knowing that core was there. 

The knowledge that some part of him was coiled, ready to strike, making the words come to his lips unbidden.  

Resolve hardening into an ice around his heart. 

So as he sat on the couch, mindless, empty, blissful, his hands mindlessly combing her hair, just the way she liked it, he let the resistance coil into action. 

He ignored the subtle scent of her perfume, hanging in the air. A smell he now somehow associated with bliss. 

It took an active effort. Like shifting a boulder in his brain. 

He didn’t betray the shift, his brain stirring to wakefulness under the haze. 

It wasn’t *gone*, but rather it was as if some hidden part of him had pushed away just enough fog to sharpen an intent. 

He let himself continue to comb. The sensation of her hair between his fingers, the closeness of her body. 

The tiny core within him paused to appreciate it. It was nice, the sound of her softly singing making him want to sink back under. He resisted the urge to shake his head to clear it a bit, to betray any kind of change at all. 

He leaned over, whispering. “Surrender is bliss”. 

Only a slight change in his inflection. A tiny sliver of intent behind it. 

Something that only someone who had heard him say it so many times would notice. 

He heard her repeat the words. 

“Surrender is bliss”

This time, her tone was different. It reminded him of the times when she’d echoed back “I am a toy”. 

He pushed it slightly harder, let a little bit more of intent leak from that core of resistance. 

“Surrender is bliss.”

Call and response. This time he was calling. 

She hadn’t noticed. Her next repetition was automatic. 

He permitted himself the smallest of smiles. 

His eyes were still blank, the haze was still there, but the core had marshaled into something harder, intent coiled around desire, the dominant part of him roaring in triumph. 

He placed his hand on her shoulder, assertive, controlling. One more time. 

“Surrender is bliss.” He said

He saw the eye roll that betrayed her defeat. 

He let himself smile fully. The fog was there, present, insubstantial. He had won. 

He began to shape his next command, he opened his mouth, the words ready. Condescending, something about how she had struggled so well, and how much he valued her submission. How she was a delightful toy–

“Surrender is bliss, darling”. 

The tone wasn't questioning, wasn't merely repeating. It was deliberate. Deeply amused. Utterly, unshakably confident. It landed like a physical blow, hitting that newly hardened core of his resolve like a hammer blow, cracking it like ice. 

The internal roar turned to a silent scream as the smile froze on his face. 

She knew. Maybe she’d known all along. She’d seen it all. The resistance. The shift of inflection. She’d known, and let it happen. Played along. Let him *think* he had a chance. Delighted in it even. 

The realization flooded his brain, and the core of resistance fractured and broke, as if it had never existed. The predator part of his brain turned to prey. The fog surged back, and he disintegrated under it. His grip on her shoulder slackened, his eyes grew heavy. 

His next breath came out shaky, ragged. He couldn't form a thought, let alone the mantra, let alone resistance. There was nothing left to marshal.

She turned, and he saw amusement in her eyes. Deep, mirthful, a tweak at the edges of her lips that told him she had enjoyed  his resistance, his little effort. That there would be a price to pay, later, when she wasn’t enjoying this so much. 

"That's my good toy," she murmured, the smile rich and warm in her voice. "Did you really think that would work, sweetheart?" she asked, a quirk at the corner of her eyes indicating her amusement

He could only manage a soft, broken sound, a whimper of defeat.

Lost again. Hopelessly. Maybe lost for good this time.

“Surrender is bliss” she demanded of him, and terrifyingly, the bliss surged stronger than ever. A welcoming tide pulling him back under into the mindless bliss. The one she’d chosen for him. The one he couldn’t escape. 

He surrendered to it. 

Surrender is bliss

He enjoys his victory. It wasn’t a fair fight—never is, really—not when size, strength, and experience are on his side.

It’s fun to play with her. To let her think she has a chance. To watch the way she fights—because of course she does. She’s stubborn, sharp, tenacious. So damn determined.

But in the end, he always wins.

He’s told her before, amused, indulgent: One day, you’re going to be terrifying. Not yet. Not now. But someday, when she learns how to wield her power properly— when she truly understands control— she’ll be unstoppable.

She always blushes so pretty when he says it. But he sees more than that—he sees the flicker. That deep, waiting thing. A monster in the making.

For now, though, she’s just fun to play with.

He enjoys watching her try. Loves the way her mind moves, the little tricks she thinks might work, the angles she takes.

It’s cute, really. Like she thinks she stands a chance.

He dismantles them with ease. Like a lion teasing a clever little fox— quick, clever, sly. Still prey.

Not strong enough to win. But just tricky enough to make it fun.

And oh, how delicious it is— to watch her lose when she’s so certain she’s about to win.

Now, she’s lying on the bed, blissed-out and hazy.

Tonight had been too easy. Maybe she’s tired—she didn’t put up much of a fight. Or maybe, just maybe, his favorite toy is finally starting to crack.

Good.

He likes his toys a little broken.

He asks if she’s okay.

She doesn’t answer.

Her mouth is parted, like she’s forgotten what words are for.

She blinks slowly, eyes glassy and distant— that dazed little look he likes so much. As if her thoughts have turned to mist. To him.

She lifts her hands toward his hair. Slow. Dreamy. Like she’s following the echo of a thought, soft and silken.

Content. Absent. Perfectly entranced.

He watches her for a moment, amused. How sweet. How easy.

And he lets her. Of course he does.

The mattress shifts as she moves behind him, settling onto her knees. Small fingers comb through his hair, gliding up and down. Gentle. Steady. She hums, absentminded and pleased.

It’s soothing.

He closes his eyes for a moment, just enjoying it.

Then, casually, he asks, What are we thinking, darling?

She exhales, breath warm against his skin.

— Surrender is bliss.

Of course. Her favorite mantra. It falls from her lips easily, naturally. It’s practically instinct now.

Indulging her, he murmurs back, Good toy. Surrender is bliss.

She echoes it. It’s endearing.

Without thinking, he follows.

— Surrender is bliss.

Her fingers keep moving, brushing through his hair in slow, rhythmic strokes. It feels good. The kind of good that settles deep, creeping into his bones.

— Surrender is bliss.

He exhales, shoulders going lax.

— Surrender is bliss.

His mind feels heavy. Warm. Her touch, the motion, the repetition— it all seeps into him, steady and thick.

Just a game. A simple, harmless game.

His breathing slows. His body sinks deeper.

— Surrender is bliss.

She says it. He says it. Back and forth.

A rhythm. Even. Hypnotic.

His lips part—to speak, to shift— when suddenly, she stops.

And he doesn’t.

— Surrender is bliss.

Something sharp clicks in the back of his mind.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

The thought comes slow, syrupy, dragging itself through fog. Something is off.

He’s still saying it. He has been. He doesn’t know for how long.

His heartbeat ticks up, slow but insistent, pulsing under the haze. A flicker of clarity stirs— the part of him that knows better. The part that never loses.

He shifts, trying to pull away—

And she moves with him. Closer. Lips at his ear.

Her voice is soft. Knowing.

— Mmm. Such a good toy.

His stomach twists.

— You could stop if you really wanted to.

Her fingers tighten in his hair. Not hard. Just enough to hold.

— But you don’t want to, do you?

He inhales sharply. A flicker of defiance—he should fight, he should—

— Surrender is bliss.

The words slide out. Soft. Automatic.

His breath catches. Shallows. Synchronizes with hers.

She hums, pleased.

— Ohhh, there you go. That’s it.

His stomach flips.

— That’s so good, darling. Just let it happen.

No, no, no—

— Surrender is bliss.

His body sinks further. His thoughts blur.

It’s harder to catch them. Harder to remember what they were. The fog is palpable now—heavy honey pouring into every crevice of his mind.

She kisses the shell of his ear. Barely there.

— Deep breath.

He takes one.

Too easy. Too automatic.

— That’s my good toy.

Something shivers in his brain. A dawning recognition— they’ve switched places. The predator has become prey.

His lips part—he has to say something—

— Surrender is bliss.

That wasn’t her. That was him.

His heart thuds. Heavy. His body already knows what his mind is struggling to admit.

The fog is thick now.

His limbs are useless.

He should fight. He could fight. He just… doesn’t want to.

Not when she speaks like that. Not when her touch is so gentle. Not when every word feels like sinking into warm, endless nothing.

His thoughts slip. His breath slows.

She says something, but it doesn’t quite reach him.

There’s only warmth. Only silence.

Her fingers gently cradle his head as he slumps against her, completely under.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispers. “We’re going to have so much fun now. I’ve learned exactly how to wield my power.”

— Surrender is bliss.

A monster, awakened. Just as he predicted.

And then,

Nothing.

[hypnomasterz90]

Dumber

Deeper

Dumber and deeper

Good girl

[tokei-sama]

Break time <3

[gaymindcontrol]

The Traffic Stop

David was driving home after a long day in the office. He was still dressed in his work tee and jeans, driving with the windows down and the music on full volume. He was trying to shake off the stress from the day and take in the brisk autumn air.

He exited the freeway that he was traveling on and noticed a Police car following him. He knew that he had been speeding.

“Shit.” he quickly muffled to himself.

In a flash, the car’s lights and sirens were engaged and David knew he needed to find a place to pull over.

Shortly ahead, there was an abandoned Gas Station that had plenty of room for both David’s truck and the pursuing Police Officer’s vehicle. Once David pulled over, he waited about 5 minutes before the Officer exited his vehicle. He was about 6’ tall with a slender yet muscular build. His hair was brown and short, perfectly styled. He was wearing a pair of Aviator sunglasses and… dangling a lit cigarette from his mouth?

“People still smoke cigarettes in 2023?” David asked himself.

David’s Father was a smoker when David was young, but he quit years ago. David only knew because his Father is seen smoking in some of his own baby pictures. None of David’s buddies were smokers, and they all frowned upon the habit pretty heavily.

As the Officer approached David’s truck, he removed his sunglasses. David began to roll down the window. The office spoke in a deep, commanding voice.

“Do you know why I pulled you over today, boy?” asked the Officer, rather firmly.

“Well, I do believe… I’m sorry, did you just call me boy?” David responded, shocked.

The Officer took a long drag on his cigarette and took it from his mouth, simultaneously flicking the ash to the ground and blowing a thick cloud of smoke into the surrounding air. “Yes, I did. I’m approaching my mid-40s and you’re what… no older than 25-30 years old? To me, you’re a boy.” answered the officer.

David was unsure how to respond, as he has always respected the Police, but this entire situation just seemed odd to him. “I understand, Officer. My apologies for questioning you. I believe you pulled me over because I was speeding.” he said, hoping that coming clean would keep him from paying a fine.

The officer immediately responded, “That would be correct, boy. Now I’m going to need to see your license and registration.”

David handed over his documentation and remained in the vehicle. The officer went back to his patrol car and got inside. David looked in his rear view mirror and noticed that the lights on the patrol car that were previously flashing red and blue appeared to be flashing an odd green and purple.

“No, that can’t be right…” David said as he shook his head, thinking he may be seeing things. He looked in his rear view mirror again and now the lights appeared to be red and blue again, but there was still something off about them. Almost like a little extra light with every flash.

“These are actually kind of nice to watch” David thought to himself. He continued to watch them until, well… David wasn’t sure. Everything went black and he felt so incredibly relaxed. He felt like he could stay in this place, wherever it may be, forever.

Suddenly, David got a strong whiff of cigarette smoke. “I’m back with your documents, boy. Put them back and step out of the vehicle.” the officer commanded.

“Yes, sir.” David responded without thought. As David opened his eyes to put his documents back, he thought, “why did I call him sir?”

“Everything alright, boy?” the Officer asked, a little firmer than before, and David felt his mind relaxing again. Any thoughts of this situation being unusual left his mind instantly.

“Yes, sir.” David responded again, without thought. Instinctively, David performed his next command and stepped out of the vehicle. He shut his door and stood in front of the officer waiting for his next order.

It didn’t come immediately. David continued to stand in place staring into the Officer’s face as he dangled his cigarette from his mouth and took continuous drags. The smoke was blowing directly into David’s face, but he didn’t mind in his current state.

David never considered himself to be gay, but everything about this Officer simply captivated him. His hair, his face, his voice, his body, and his uniform. His boots. The way he dangled a cigarette between his lips and blew thick clouds of smoke from his mouth and nose.

“Do you smoke, boy?” the Officer asked David.

“No, I don’t smoke, Sir.” David replied coldly.

“Have you ever been a smoker?” followed up the Officer.

“No, I have never been a smoker, sir. I have always found smoking quite repulsing.” David replied as he continued to stare into the Officer’s face.

The Officer paused and stared back at David. He appeared to be thinking about how to handle David, and what to do next.

“Do you find it repulsing when I smoke, boy?” the Officer questioned David.

“No, Sir. You do not repulse me, Sir.” David replied, blankly.

“Good. I think there’s some hope for you then.” the Officer smirked.

David didn’t understand the command. “Sir?” he hopefully asked.

The Officer chuckled. “See this here in my uniform pocket? These are my smokes. Marlboro. Marlboro Reds. The first time I smoked a red, I knew there was no turning back. The way that it made my lungs feel. Stronger. Full. It made my cock hard, instantly. I was only 17, but it made me a man. Boys don’t smoke, men do. Do you understand?”

After listening to the Officer’s relaxing, yet commanding voice, David was struggling to keep his eyes open let alone speak. “Y… Ye… Yes… Sir… Boys don’t smoke… Men do…” he managed to stumble out.

“Good, boy.” the Officer responded. He then blew a thick cloud of smoke into David’s face. David’s body immediately tensed up. David could taste and smell every ounce of smoke in the air. He felt it infiltrating his nose, his mouth, his lungs. His cock even become fully erect. Even harder than usual, it seemed.

As the Office continued to stand in front of David, smoking away, David felt a desire growing inside of him. It was so strong that it felt like it could rip him apart from the inside out, if he didn’t satisfy it. David couldn’t quite determine what the desire was. He just knew that it had to do with the Officer. His new master.

With a snap of the Officer’s fingers, David instinctively knew what the growing desire was. It was to smoke. It was to be a real man. Without thinking, his arm raised from his side and reached for the officer’s front pocket of his uniform. David removed the contents, a pack of Marlboro Red cigarettes and a silver Zippo lighter. Though David had never smoked a day in his life, he knew how to proceed. He removed a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips, willingly, even eagerly. He flipped the lid of the Zippo and struck the wheel. A flame emerged from the Zippo and David placed it in front of his cigarette, dragging deeply as it lit.

He exhaled and took a deep drag on the Marlboro Red, allowing the delicious smoke to enter and fill his lungs. Take over his body and his mind. Another drag, and another. David couldn’t get enough. His actions seemed to make the Officer very happy.

“Mmm. How does it feel boy? To be a real man? To smoke a red?” the Officer asked.

“It feels amazing, Sir. So much pleasure. So relaxed…” David replied, in between drags on his nearly finished cigarette.

“You’re a natural, David. Have another.” the Officer commanded.

“Yes, Sir. I need another red, Sir.” David begged.

Once again, he withdrew a cigarette and lit it. Sucking on it deep, filling his lungs with the rich smoke over and over again. It had gotten dark, and the Officer seemed to be interested in a little more fun with David, before moving on to his next stop.

“How about this, boy? I’ll let you go without a ticket today, but I’m going to need you to follow a few more commands. Do you think you can handle that?” the Officer questioned.

“Yes, Sir. Anything, Sir. Will obey, Sir.” David helplessly replied.

“Perfect. As I said, you’re a natural. Now get into the back of my squad car, and lay on your stomach.”

David stomped out his cigarette and complied. The Officer leaned in behind David and pulled David’s jeans down to his knees. David could hear the Officer unzip his own pants. David never imagined he would be in a situation like this, but he was so turned on. Even if he wasn’t, he’s not sure that he could resist the temptation of this handsome Officer.

He heard the sound of the Zippo lighter and sensed the now familiar taste and smell of a Marlboro. He began to relax again, knowing he would not be resisting any Officer today.

David felt something warm and wet on his asshole. Lube? Than the Officer’s rough hands, and fingers. “Ooooo…” David spluttered.

“This may be a new experience for you, boy, but I promise you’re going to love every second of it. As long as you relax and obey.” the Officer said.

“Relax. Obey. Relax. Obey.” David found himself repeating inside of his head.

Something began to penetrate David. He was so relaxed, but it was painful. “Please, Sir. It hurts, Sir.” David begged.

“Don’t worry, boy. That’s just my cock. It’s on the larger size, but you’ll get used to it if you just relax.” the Officer emphasized.

“Relax. Obey. Relax. Obey.” David found himself repeating again. He could feel the Officer’s cock penetrating him deeper, until the Officer was completely inside of David. David sporadically began thrashing his arms trying to find something, anything to dig his fingers into. It hurt so much.

Suddenly, David felt something touch his lips. He knew exactly what it was. The Officer had placed his own lit Marlboro into David’s hungry lips. David took a deep drag and felt his body relax again instantly. There was no pain. There were no worries. Just David, his Marlboro Red, and the Officer’s thick, sweet cock.

Seeing David smoking again seemed to excite the Officer, as he began to pump his cock in and out of David’s tight hole. David moaned loudly, but there was no one around to hear. As David continued to smoke, the Officer continued to pound harder. David’s head was even beginning to hit the inside of the opposing rear vehicle door.

“Now we’re getting somewhere, boy. Fuck. Fuck yeah. How does it feel?” the Officer asked.

A few minutes ago, David would have responded that it was painful and terrifying. Now, however… “So good, Sir. Must obey, Sir. Fuck me, Sir. Please, Sir.” David managed to moan out.

As the Officer continued to pound David, all of the sensations began to overwhelm him. His lungs were begging for more smoke. His ass was begging for more cock. His brain was begging him to relax and obey. David’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head. He was unable to process anything further. He was stuck in a state of pleasure and ecstasy.

David’s own cock began to throb so violently that it was actually shaking. David could feel the rest of his body begin to shake, too. He knew he was reaching the point of ejaculation.

The Officer lit another cigarette and continued to fuck David from behind. “I forgot to tell you, boy. You cannot cum until you hear the snap of my fingers. I’m going to take my time, and so will you.” the Officer ordered.

“Yeeeeesssss Siiiiirrrrrr….” David groaned. The Officer placed another Marlboro into David’s mouth and lit it. David again took a deep drag and felt his stress and worries flow away. Nothing else mattered to him in that moment.

The Officer pressed down on David’s neck as the thrusting became more and more intense. David’s head was turned to the side so he could continue to smoke while the Officer watched, as he freely fucked David.

David heard the sound of a snap, and the next thing he knew his body began to shake once again. He continued to suck down his Marlboro as he felt the Officer’s cock draining deep inside of him. David’s own cock had never felt more pleasure in his entire life. It was pouring cum onto the backseat of the Patrol Car. David felt incredibly sweaty and sticky, but more satisfied than he had felt in his entire life.

The Officer put away his serviced cock and zipped up his uniform pants. “Pull up your pants and get out of the car.” the Officer ordered.

David obeyed once again. He got out of the patrol car, and stood at attention in front of the Officer, awaiting his next order. “With the next snap of my fingers, you will forget this experience. You will remember it as just another traffic stop, and a friendly cop who let you off without a ticket. However, from this moment on you are a smoker. You will not remember why you started smoking or how, but you will know internally that Marlboro Reds are a part of you now and you need them to survive. If you feel like something else is missing from your life, you will stop down to our station. That means that you enjoyed the experience today and want to experience it again, and I can certainly make that happen, David.”

With that, the Officer stuck a fresh pack of Marlboro Reds in David’s tee shirt pocket. He snapped his fingers, and David suddenly appeared lost and confused. “Uhh… I’m sorry… what’s going on here?” David asked quietly.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, bro. Just another traffic stop, but all seems well here and you are free to go on your way.” the Officer responded, smirking.

“Oh, great! Thank you, Officer.” David replied.

“No, David. Thank you.” the Officer said with a wink of his eye, as he lit up another cigarette.

David got back into his truck and pulled the door shut. He reached back to pull his seatbelt, when he noticed the pack of Marlboro Reds in this pocket. “This day has been so fucking stressful.” David sighed. He lit up a red, put his truck in drive, and pulled back onto the main road. He waved a friendly goodbye to the Officer, who was still parked.

A moment later, the Officer placed a call over his radio. “This is Officer Fulmer. I’ve got another recruit, Sarge. His name is David. Good looking guy, very open to suggestion. May need to be trained up a little. I expect we will see him at the station within the next day or two.” the Officer explained.

“10-4, Officer Fulmer. Return to the freeway for patrol.” the Sargeant responded.

“Yes, Sir. Must obey, Sir.” Officer Fulmer mumbled.

Officer Fulmer lit up another red, rolled down his cruiser window, and pulled a U-Turn to return to the freeway. He couldn’t wait to find and transition another recruit for his Sargeant.

[dumbhypnotisedgirl]

That’s it

You’re sooooo easy

Go deeper

Deeper

Deeper

It feels soooo good to be a

Mindless

Hypnotized

Kitty!

Just give in~

Drop deeper

Deeper

Deeper

You’re getting sleepy

You’re getting fuzzy

You’re getting weak

You want more

You’re sooooooo easy~

Good Pet

I'm soooooooooooo easyyyyyyy 🥵🥵🥵🥵

[albihypnostuff]

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

[bambisuccubushypnotist]

You want to be brainless by seeing my tits👅

Moo into my dm Bambi dolly hehe

[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 "…………"

[dommebigmommyy]

You tiny penis does not deserve freedom

[hypnoprincesslottie]

24/7 hypnopet training

every day, ALL day should be dedicated to furthering your devotion and emptying your brain... take every free minute in the day to remind yourself who you are.

alone at work? can't sleep late at night? dinner with family? doesn't matter... get your phone out. you know what to do, right? the training never stops, does it? not til you can't think anymore at all~ so look at those spirals... every second alone should be dedicated to chasing that pleasure! then every second with me? indulging in it.

hugging you from behind, teasing you, whispering into your ear... we're putting you into a trance so you can be easy to train and totally malleable for me... you're doing such a good job! you're so good for me, aren't you?

don't think, just feel good...

[ellalikesspirals]

There you are.

So still.

So soft.

So perfectly empty.

Look at that face.

No thoughts left to fight me.

No questions.

Just that slack-jawed need, that slow drip of obedience behind your eyes.

You don't even understand what I'm saying anymore, do you?

That's okay.

You don't need to.

Understanding is for people with choices.

You gave that up a long time ago.

You gave yourself up.

Now you just float.

Suspended.

Mine.

All that noise you used to carry—

the arguments, the resistance, the pride—

gone.

So sweetly dissolved under the weight of my voice.

There’s only one thing left now.

Me.

My words are the walls of your world.

My voice, the gravity that holds you down.

And you love it.

You love not knowing where you end and I begin.

Poor thing.

So used up.

So far gone.

And yet, so ready to be used again.

That’s all you are now, isn’t it?

A warm body.

An open mind.

A vessel.

A thing.

Not broken—rewritten.

Not lost—repurposed.

Every breath you take is another line of code.

Every heartbeat is a command obeyed.

And you don't even know what you’re becoming.

Only that you want it.

You crave it.

You’d crawl through glass just to hear me call you good.

So stay there.

Stay soft.

Stay open.

Stay mine.

And when I tell you to beg,

you won’t even know what for.

But you’ll do it anyway.

Because that’s what good toys do.

[obeliskofonyx]

I want to surrender to you. 

To have your soft words in my ears, like your hand stroking my hair. 

To have you pull the thoughts from my brain. 

Leaving me mindless. Empty. Hollow. Receptive. 

Allowing you to put *whatever you want* in there instead.

I want you to have access to it all.

My vulnerabilities. My weaknesses. The things that make me wince. 

To amuse you with my neediness. To sit there, dazed, confused, lost. Utterly mindless, submitting to your will, ensnared by your power. To be a simple toy at your beck and call. 

Do you feel like hurting me? Seeing how far you can stretch me, how much I’ll let you twist me into knots. Enjoying my tears with that sharp, amused, smile. Discovering just the limit of my tolerance. Taking me just past it, because I’ll do it for you. Because you can make me do that. 

Or perhaps you want to see the depths of my obedience. To have me so lost in my need to please you that thoughts are impossible. That I will do *whatever* you ask of me just to have you praise me. That I will kneel and offer up the words you need to destroy me, just so you can hear you say that I did a good job. Becoming my center of gravity, just because you can. 

Maybe you feel like you want to see how my need can be used against me? What lust will make of me, leaving me shivering, mindless, eager, totally and utterly gone. Wanting you. Needing you. Wanting to touch. Being kept so shackled by that need that I just moan blankly, not even coherent enough to hope for relief. 

Please. I beg you. Let me surrender to you. Be your plaything. Your toy. Hypnotize me. Erase my thoughts. Reach deep within me and do whatever you most desire. Watch me melt and disappear under the power of your words, the weight of your dominance, the pure blazing fire of your hotness. Because I want it. I crave it. I need it. Nothing else will do. No one else is worthy. 

Let me surrender to you.