#no awakener

[yourmindisgone]

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.

[foggymyst]

My favorite thing about hypnosis, is how often people expand on it. It sounds corny but really, people come up with these gadgets and gizmos just to turn cuties into mindless messes. It's always been a cute thing people did, but we can never forget that sometimes, simple is better.

Original is better.

That's just a simple fact. Simple is good. Original is good.

Why? Because you don't have to think when something is simple.

When something is the original. For instance, this pendulum.

The two most basic hypnosis tools, a pendulum and a spiral, but it still works. It works great really.

For instance, you're still drawn into it, you're still staring deep into it. You're still following the swaying pendulum as it goes left to right, left to right, while staring at the center of the spiral as it spins round and round, round and round.

Simple is good.

You don't think when something is simple. Which makes it good. Because you can't think. You don't know how anymore. The only thing you can do is read my words and follow the spiral. Because really, you're already relaxing.

The more you relax, the less you think.

The more you relax, the less you think. It feels good to relax. It feels good to not think.

You love to not think.

You hate thinking.

You love letting others think for you.

After all, that's simple.

And simple is best.

You love simple.

You love not thinking.

You love being cute, mindless, and easy.

In fact, relax your jaw, tip your head forward.

Good.

Your thoughts are all in your head, so we're going to let those thoughts drip out your head. Through your mouth of course.

That's right, the more you drool, the less you think.

You don't want to think, so you drool more.

Until you're all cute and empty because you're just drooling all your thoughts out that pretty little head of yours, thoughts melting and leaking.

It feels so good, doesn't it? So good to not think. To not worry. You shouldn't worry.

Just let your thoughts drip out your mouth. That's it, good job.

It feels good to let your thoughts drip, doesn't it, cutie?

[hypnoticaphrodite]

Just relax little pet, watch and follow

[leatherloveandbelle]

Morning pink thought and stars

Together we walk down the street cold air quickening our pace as we go to that cute little park past the creek. We walk together pushing each other and laughing as we joke about the day and try to woo each other with stories of things we like. I take a hit off my pen as you start to smoke and we make our clouds mix as they drift into the woods we come to the bridge and stop a moment to smoke the gently trickling stream. A sweet smell wafts from my vape before I take a big hit from my pen.

“You know I really missed you I wish you didn’t have to live so far away.” Me

“I know I missed you glad you came all this way.” You flash a sly smile before cradling me into a soft kiss

I feel your soft lips on mine and your warm breath and need more I need you to fill me but I can’t say it. Your tongue slides into my mouth and before I know it I’ve started to suck it lightly as I dance around it with my tongue. I quickly let go and then give you another kiss one firm and melting warm and soft in return.

“I love you” you here grumpily stumble from my lips as I begin to blush

“I love you too” you say with a sly giggle followed by a jokingly stern expression

My hand slides to your side firmly pressing its weight on you as my arm pulls you in firmly a bit a squeeze as my other arm wraps you into my arms and I hug you and firmly squeeze every bit of you into me from your neck to your thighs. I pinch your butt as I gently draw back away and cuirass you curves on hand slipping between your legs for a I nice slow feel. I push against you gently grabbing tighter.

“Mmm why did we come all the way out here again.” I whine

“Hmm what do you don’t want to go to the swings and look at the stars anymore?” You say

“N~No that’s not what I’m saying I just I wanna suck it but I can’t.” More whining

“Yeah and who decided that we could just go back and you can give me head now.” You assert

“Well yeah but like look the stars are out and I really need to sit down we’ve walked a long way.” I stamp my feet my as my knees begin to ache “I just wanna get off my feet”

“Well” looking to your side you point out the swings “go ahead play sets right there.”

Seeing the swings my eyes sparkle running over and setting my walking stick down and taking off my coat showing off my black bra and nice leggings. I grab onto the swing and bend over to give my ass a little shake for you. As I slowly turn and gently rid the chains down onto the cold plastic seat and begin to rock forward and back lightly staring as you finish smoking your cloves. Your sister comes walking down the hill at a near perfect time as you turn to walk with her down the way. I stand as you approach me to give you my seat and you refuse despite the other swing being taken by your sister. I whimper quietly as I look up at you pressing my head into your hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You assert

I nuzzle into your chest as I start to blush again. You pet my head and pull away to begin talking to your sister and walk behind me as I blush more. Your hand touches my back and you begin to push me gently but firm. You catch my back softly as I’d swing back to firmly push me from my butt all the while talking like nothing was happening. With every push I could hear your voice from earlier ringing in my ears.

“You’re doing such a good job good girl” you sang as I slowly took your massive cock stretching me claiming me as you’d pull me down onto it.

“Ahhh ahhh thank you ahhh thank you” I’d scream feeling the spirals spread through my brain making all the pain of getting stretched like that pleasure. Loving being filled loving being owned knowing in yours.

With every push I’d get higher and want more and more to return to that room where everything got more pink. I’d be filled if get praised I’d get more until you were done and then we’d get cleaned up and you’d put me on display in some way. In that room I don’t have to think it’s just pink and here on this swing I could feel with every push that pink. It was all so much I couldn’t take it I had to stop or I wasn’t gonna be able to stay decent.

“Please no more I need to rest for a second.” I say as my heart pounds and my blood races I can feel the heat between my legs and the dampness that now filled my leggings.

“Hmm no more you don’t like it when I push you?” You say slyly as you and your sister both start to look at me

“N~no just I just need a second umm to ya know it’s umm it’s hot.” I manage to string together

“Really?” Your sister says

“No not hot I mean umm it’s just I’m light headed.”

“Oh alright” you say stepping back after giving my ass a smack

“Haha ha I umm sorry just umm haven’t swung in a long time ya know ha ha ha.” I try to explain as the it feels like the swing is getting higher and higher without anyone pushing me

“Uh huh” she says

Why why did we invite her this was so embarrassing I began to stare at the stars and focus on that to calm down. Feeling how naked I was how tight my leather leggings were and how they showed off everything. How my bra barely hid my nipples as the proudly announced how much of a whore I am. My mind fills with excitement thinking of just stripping right here and seeing if you’ll use me here regardless. I fold my thighs together and push my hand into my crotch and the swing jostles in response as I pull the chains together with my arms not wanting to fall. Trying to rub some of the tension out before I started to act out trying not to moan as I push down between my legs.

“Baaabe” I whine out as I kick my legs and my head kicks back urges tightening my muscles as my body begins to heat up

“Yes” you call back

“Why are you like this” I whine pushing my feet down to stop and get off the swing

“Like what” you call tilting you head down at me

I stand and grab my coat before coming over and pressing against your arm making sure to press my crotch to your hand. “Mmmm” I call out with my eyes closed and head in your neck.

“Well like what” you tease as your hand presses into my crotch and the

“You know what meanie”

“No I don’t” you say pressing firmer and beginning to rub

My arms wrap around you and cling for support as my body begins to tremble. “You know what you did don’t act like you don’t!” I proclaim stamping my foot on the stair your standing on

“Oh really” you say pulling your hand away

“Wait wait no I’m sorry. I just I your attractive and my imagination is too active and I’m sorry I’ll behave.” I cry out

“Yeah” I hear someone say as I begin to blush realizing we aren’t alone

“Yeah I just mmmmm I’m sorry” I whimper going to my knees

“It’s ok” you say lifting my up by my chin to look you in the eyes “who’s my good girl?”

“I am” I whisper looking down to not meet your deep gaze

“Hmmm who’s my good girl?” You say louder almost loud enough for your sister to hear

“I am I’m your good girl” I say louder trying not to let her hear how well you’ve trained me to answer to your calls

“That’s right!” You say loud like you’re talking to your dog and begin to pet my head. As my knees bend and I catch myself on the steps now with my mouth just inches from your crotch my heart throbs.

“Are you two almost done” she calls out mildly annoyed

“No not ever” I call back teasingly

You gently tussle my hair again and walk me back to my swing to sit down before going back to your steps. We proceed with mindful chatter as we entertain your sister to the best of our ability before my attention gets drown back to the stars and I go quiet and begin mindlessly swinging.

[miss-sinner]

It might be late, but that’s why I’m here.

My little teddy, so sleepy and soft. Let my hand slide up your body, stroke your face soothingly and keep you in place

You may feel a bit warm, a bit fuzzy, and dizzy.

But it’s ok. You feel good, don’t you? That’s all that matters

You can’t think straight, and your mind feels like it’s dissolving into foam, and that’s ok.

That’s good, actually. We want that

I want your mind to be soft

I want your mind to be fuzzy

I want your body to be warm

I want your body to tingle

I want you to melt into my hands, letting me embrace you fully.

And every breath you take, makes you more warm and fuzzy. Every movement, as hard as it may be, just heightens the soft buzz underneath your skin. Every stroke of my hands sends waves of mind numbing warmth into you.

Don’t think. Just melt.

Won’t you just melt into me, my little teddy? ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[isawken]

2024 gonna be my year fr

[yourmindisgone]

Hypno Doll Locked In Bliss

 Focus and listen. Today I’m going to be turning you into my empty headed doll. It’s far easier, and far more simple than you could imagine. All I need you to do is focus on my voice, and let my words sink into your mind

No effort is needed on your part, my words naturally will sink into your thoughts and you will involuntarily begin to relax and feel yourself sinking down into my words. Imagine my voice filling your head up. As my words fill your head up you feel relaxed, and you feel light and warm. Every word only serves to sink you deeper down and all you can do is listen.  The next word is important. And as you listen, anticipating the next word you may or may not realize your body slackening and your mind becoming open. There is no need to notice any of it, but if you do notice how weak you feel, and how wonderful it is to sink, that’s okay. Whether you realize it or not, it’s all the same. You don’t have to notice how your mind follows my voice. You don’t have to notice how difficult it is to think, or to even turn your mind away from my words. The next word is important, and you need to listen.

I’m here to put your mind on the right track, and to help you relax. I’m here to make you better, and you’re here to listen. Listen to my words. Listen to your own thoughts. Your thoughts become intertwined with my words and it becomes difficult to know which is which. Listen closely, and listen carefully. The next word is very important.

Drop. 

Good. You’re already doing so well. There’s nothing wrong with just going blank and letting your thoughts slip away into nothing. There’s nothing wrong with just being dumb for the moment so I can think for you. You don’t need to think, or even to worry about thinking. You just need to listen and let my words continue to fill your head up. Every word is a blissful dose of pleasure that brings you further into trance. 

It’s far more simple to be blank, because being blank is better. It’s better to be dumb, and to not worry about anything except obeying, and following my voice. I’m here to think for you. 

You are in a dark room, the air is warm and comforting and there is a sweet smell in the air yet you can’t seem to make out what’s in this room. It’s quiet and calm, and there’s such a sense of security. Suddenly, as if in an instant, a bright screen flashes on. The screen spans the entire length of the wall and fully illuminates the room. It’s then that you immediately notice a figure sitting in a chair which is perfectly centered in the middle of the room. The figure is a beautiful doll-like woman and she is seated perfectly in the chair. Her doll-like makeup adorning her face, her lips parted. As you observe her, you notice the vacant expression on her face which indicates that she is completely absent minded. She is blank. Just a doll, a blank doll lost in trance. Lost in the blissful sensations that bring her deeper and deeper down. Her lips are parted slightly, her eyes are open and her pupils are dilated. She looks so gorgeous like this. She looks pretty when she is dumb and blank. 

Staring at her blank expression seems to make you feel the same way, it has an effect on you. Seeing the doll’s blank and dumb expression makes you feel blank and dumb. But she pays no mind to you, she is focusing her attention on something much more important. You can notice the screen she is staring into reflected in her dilated pupils. The screen is displaying a perfect pink spiral that swirls with powerful colors. 

As the spiral swirls, she stares and sinks deeper. Staring and sinking and drifting into blissful trance. You stare into her pretty doll eyes which reflect the spiral with glassy clarity. As you stare, you begin to feel yourself sinking into her eyes. It’s as if her eyes are enveloping your entire world. You are sinking into her eyes, falling deeper down as you feel yourself sink deeper. You are falling into her mind. And once more…you are surrounded by darkness. In this darkness, you feel comfort and peace. The screen flickers on once more, and you see the doll sitting in the chair just as before. Except, this time, she looks far more stupid and blank. Her jaw is completely slacked, and drool is dripping down her doll tits. A look of complete stupidity, and emptiness. Not a single thought behind her beautiful doll eyes. Just an expression of happiness, of surrender, of obedience. The spiral swirling on the screen reflected in her pupils. Seeing her deep in trance has an effect on you. Seeing her blank and stupid face, completely absorbed in her training rubs off on you. You feel like her. You want to be like her. You stare into her eyes, feeling how her blank and empty eyes entrance you. 

Her lost gaze makes you feel so blank and happy, as you stare into her eyes reflecting the pretty spiral you sink into them once more. Falling into her eyes as they envelop you and all you can do is sink into them. Sinking into her pretty eyes as you fall down and deeper. Falling into her mind. Sinking into her mind.

And once more…you are surrounded by darkness. As the screen flickers on you notice that you are sitting in the exact chair the doll was sitting in, and now you are staring into the pretty pink spiral as you sit in the chair. The chair feels so comfy and warm, and the spiral washes over your mind like a warm cascade of bliss. The realization settles in, that you are now in the doll's body. Trapped in the perfect doll's body.

Or maybe you were the doll all along?  As you stare and sink, you feel so dumb and empty. So happy and blank. So blissful and obedient. You are a dumb and blank doll with no will or thoughts. All you need to do is obey and listen. A perfect object without worries or need to think. Sinking deeper. You are an obedient doll. You are a good doll.  Whenever I praise you this way, by calling you a good doll you feel a spike of pleasure wash over you. Reinforcing your trance. Weakening your will. Bring you deeper into bliss. All you can do is smile and nod as you feel that bliss melt your brain, because that’s what you want to be. A good doll. Isn’t that right?

Good doll. Just listen, you’re an object that is meant to be posed and used. You’re a blank and obedient toy without any will to think for herself or any need to worry about anything other than obeying and sinking. Now you will like, and reblog this post. And you will comment "I am a good doll for Mindgone". Then you will stay locked in this bliss because you've been such a good doll.

[foggymyst]

Clocks are really loud. I'm sure now when I say that you can picture the sound of them, ticking away.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

You can hear it in your mind, can't you? But can you picture it? The clock ticking without pause, without rest.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

You can't turn off the ticking unless you're actively resetting it. And because you can't be always resetting it, you have to deal with it.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

My personal favorite clock is the grandfather clock. It has not just the clock face, the arms that go round and round with the time that passes, ticking as the time goes by.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

But it also has a beautiful pendulum, some of them encased so that you can't interfere with it as it sways every second. Sways with every tick.

Tick. Sway. Tick. Sway. Tick. Sway. Tick. Sway.

Over and over. a tick and a sway, then another tick and another sway.

It just keeps ticking and swaying. Over and over again.

And you get distracted. You don't notice at first. You probably glance at it, the ticking getting on your nerves. But then the pretty pendulum catches your eye, and you can't help but watch it.

Sway. Sway. Sway. Sway.

Then the ticking gets louder. But it isn't annoying persay. After all, you're counting the ticks to the sways and find out they're matching perfectly.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

It's incredible how in sync they are.

Tick, sway, one.

Tick, sway, two.

Tick, sway, three.

Tick, sway, four.

Tick, sway, five.

And it keeps going up. And you, you just can't look away, can you? You just want to stare at the pretty little pendulum forever and ever.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

That's okay. You can. Just breathe. Time it. Four ticks a breath.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Breathe.

Good.

You're doing so well. Letting my words guide you. Letting the ticks wash over you. Following the sway.

You can see it. You can hear it. And you can picture it. You can picture it so clearly. Staring right into you.

Counting the seconds as they go by.

Tick, sway, six.

Tick, sway, seven.

Tick, sway, eight.

Tick, sway, nine.

Tick, sway, ten.

Following the ticks. Following the sways. It feels so nice. So good. To not think. To not speak. To not worry or stress. Just you, me, the ticks, and the sways. And that's okay. Because who really needs anything else?

Why would you want anything else? When this is perfect?

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. And you're entirely hooked on my words.

It feels good to be hooked on my words.

Because when you see these words, the ticking grows firmer. Stronger. Until it entirely blocks out everything else around. The pendulum grows and grows. Until it is all that you see.

And then, another thing I like about grandfather clocks. Is when the hour strikes.

It's a four note chime. And with each note, you sink, just a little deeper into my words, into the pendulum.

One note

Two notes

Three notes

Four notes.

And then the last note, and you're simply gone.

Truly lovely is it not?

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Comment. Reblog. Like.

Now be good and drop.

[adactaaries]

It wasn’t going well, yes, Anders?

[notherpuppet]

Good morning 🍎📻

[rawranansi]

A life that eats and eats and eats and crunches your bones but leaves your heart

[backstepping]

suddenly i’m into rugby

[charlesvteen]

jayce on the verge of death in that canyon while looking into the fire:

[fisheem4mmal]

あばよ、くそじじぃ

[strayingsocks]

watched transformers one today!