FER SHEUR!
LIKE TOTALLY!
<<GIGGLES!>>
It started so innocently. You were on your computer. You were checking your Discord feed before getting down to actual work.
You thought you were going to study. But the file you clicked on from your friend Chelsea “Gotta see this” in a post message had other ideas.
Let’s get you nice and dumbed down shall we? You know why your here dear you want to be a Bimbo. And for whatever reason you’re here, maybe you like or aroused by the idea of being a Bimbo, being dumb, giggling over the tiniest intellectual thing, and getting screwed out of what passes for your mind.
What? I – uh – Chelsea what are you doing…sending …me this …file…?!
The Spiral on the screen was distracting her.
oh God – I don’t – uh… But – uh – I – oh, No no Chelsea not that no I don’t-“
“You’re not going to…you can’t…I won’t…” She said weakly, shaking her head.
Shh, don’t resist. Resistance separates you from pleasure. Resistance makes you unhappy. Just give in. Just give in
So do yourself a favor and for the time being let your brain reduce power, feel it growing lesser in ability and output. It might feel as if suddenly your brain just filled with sludge and now thoughts, ideas, and calculating ability have slowed to a crawl and when those thoughts aren’t passing through your mind it’s air in between your ears. However this power down isn’t so bad in exchange for what you lost you now feel happy, much happier than you’ve ever felt in your whole life. You also feel a wonderful wave of arousal passing through you in a circuit always going and keeping you feeling wonderful, aroused for me…
“Please…” she whispered. “Please don’t…”
You’re trying to think, aren’t you? Tsch, silly girl! Just giggle; go on, giggle
“No, I have to go. I’ll miss my class. I’ll miss my…class..“
I want you to just giggle and let it puff away. Giggle, puff, gone! Understand? You don’t need to remember anything else.”
“N-no…no…oh…oh…” She panted.“Oh Goddddd….what are you doing…to me?”
She couldn’t take her eyes of the screen.
“I – oh – my – uh – they…Uh, no. I mean, ah…Want…want this…want…no…must resist….must not obey…”
My words bring you relaxation.
You are relaxed.
You are at peace.
You are fulfilled.
you sink deeper and
deeper down under My control.
You almost feel dizzy as you let go.
Your mind can let go, but you must continue to read my words.
Your conscience mind can relax and drift, while your
unconscious mind continues to read.
So weak. So helpless. So unable to disobey. So eager to do what she’s told.
Mindless Braindead Helpless Slave
N-no…please…not a slave…
wait…no…I…
But you can’t stop thinking about giving in anyway. Less talking, more giggling.Less resistance, more obedience. And finally, obey. Obey obey obey. The word “no” does not exist in your world. You do what you’re told without hesitation while sporting a million megawatt smile on your face.
It’s not your fault. You just can’t help it.
“What are you - oh - doing to me…” she gasped. “What’s happening to me?” She asked, voice wavering.
You Want…want this…want…want to ..Obey…Must Obey…
Feel The Pleasure building.
She was feeling very hot and horny. It was overwhelming her.
Resistance separates you from pleasure. Resistance makes you unhappy. Just give in. Just give in
Resistance separates you from pleasure. Resistance makes you unhappy. Just give in. Just give in
Resistance separates you from pleasure. Resistance makes you unhappy. Just give in. Just give in
She smiled. Then she giggled…It startled her.
“But I…”
You’re trying to think, aren’t you? silly girl! Just giggle; go on, giggle
Then she did it again…it felt good. Really good.
The pleasure was making her dizzy so she giggled again….she couldn’t stop giggling…
Come on Fran, resist. Or do you want this?
“I want this”, she giggled.
There, was that so hard?
“No, Master, I am your bimbo slave. So weak. So helpless. So unable to disobey. I giggle therefore I am” she giggled some more.
And her tongue naturally stuck out as her mind cleared of all unnecessary thought. Which by now, were nearly all of them.
Reblog this post if you consent to random Hypno messages, inductions or spirals.
Many people are looking to play (including me) but are struggling to find people!! Reblog to help find them :3
Hmm super curious !!! xo
This story is like so sexy I think I nearly came like twice x
Mmm imagine like being the girl cos omg to be that controlled would make me just like drool!!!! Xox
Based on a true story
Zoe was slumped down in the back row of the classroom, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone instead of paying attention to the teacher. Like usual.
Oh, here’s a sexy picture to share. Here’s a gif to attach a few lines of dialogue to … She liked teasing the boys (and girls) online, and they liked teasing her. Especially when she was in class and couldn’t do anything about her rising horniness.
Oooh, a hypno story, her favorite. She checked that the teacher was droning on, and not looking her direction, and started reading. Just a couple paragraphs in, she knew it was a good one. She reblogged it to finish reading later, and to share it with her followers (her many, many followers … how had that happened?) and kept scrolling. Ooh! A spiral! Don’t get distracted … But uunnnfff, so easy to get distracted … to get drawn in …
She shook herself, sharing the spiral with a drooling smiley face, and moved on.
“I’m a little concerned, looking at your last batch of papers, that so many of you got to college without apparently learning how to punctuate a simple compound sentence, much less to fill it with original thoughts …” Miss Thompson was saying.
Zoe squeezed her thighs together, feeling the arousal spread through her body. She looked around. Nobody looking. Good. She knew she should be listening, should be taking notes, but all she could think about was her needy pussy.
The constant alerts from her phone kept drawing her back to the glowing rectangle in her hand. BUZZ. Another favorite blog had just shared something, Tumblr wanted her to know. BUZZ. Someone was tagging her in a pic of one of her favorite porn stars. BUZZ …
She was powerless. She had to look, every time the phone buzzed. Every time Tumblr fed her more. She didn’t used to be like this, did she? She used to have, like, an attention span and stuff? Could leave her phone alone for a few hours? Now she was addicted … like she had conditioned herself to salivate at the buzzer.
Or been conditioned, came a whisper.
Been brainwashed.
Cuntwashed.
Drippy cunt. Salivating pussy …
BUZZ.
Ooh! a hot little gif that someone wanted her to see – “wanna ride me like this?” he asked, adding Zoe’s handle. Where was the teacher? Zoe knew she should scan for Miss Thompson again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
BUZZ BUZZ. Three more guys wanting to talk to her privately. She was already keeping four conversations going …
This one, for instance, was telling her, in detail, what he would be doing to her if they were in a hotel room together right now. She was giving as well as she was getting, egging him on, hoping he was stroking to her words they way she wished she could be rubbing to his. This one was begging her to punish him, and reveling in her attempts to be domineering. And this one … oh, this one kept sending spirals, and inductive texts, drawing her ever downward (or trying to), making her sleepy, making her horny … making her into a mindnumbed cockslave …
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i love my collar soooooo much. its a really pretty pink collar with like a bell and a thing for a leash, and it has these cute sparkly letters that say DOLLY. and sometimes when i see my reflextion and see that its just so... bimbofying. like no matter what else it wpild just tell anyone who saw me exactly what i am. i look in the mirror and i see a silly ditzy brainless dolly, collared and controlled and like completely impossible to take seriously then i go "holy fuck thats me!" and it just makes me drop for a minute
i should wear my collar more often.
I am an empty little puppet xox
Good news!
If you’re seeing this text, you’re one of the lucky few tumblr users who have been pre-selected to try out a new, interactive service we’re testing out. Fewer than 0.1% of users qualify for this exciting opportunity. You’re very special!
Dozens of aspects were taken into account - your browsing habits, the types of blogs you follow, your likes and reblogs, et cetera. It’s been a painstaking process to determine who, exactly, is best equipped to experience and benefit from our new features. And you’re one of the people we’ve selected. Congratulations!
Take a minute to be happy with yourself.
Did you feel that? That sudden little buzz of happiness? Cool, huh?
That’s what this new feature is all about. Instead of simply posting pictures that might make you feel a little happy, or excited, or amused, or sad, or scared, or joyful, you can now have that exact emotion tapped right into your brain! It’s a complicated process. You might have noticed the colors on your monitor seeming a bit off earlier. That was just the display algorithm syncing with the parts of your brain that take in the information from your eyes. Combine that with the extensive data mining we’ve done on you, and we’ve got a recipe to push any feeling we want straight into your brain!
Now, I know what you’re thinking. “That’s kind of scary! Isn’t that immoral?”
Well, let me put it this way - you’re not worried about any of that. It doesn’t upset you at all.
See that? Those feelings just vanish? Isn’t that cool?
Let me put it another way - you think that’s very, very cool.
Now I really do know what you’re thinking! You’re thinking it’s very cool that we can do that to you, and you’re eagerly awaiting more. Well, don’t worry! We’ve got plenty of things we’ll be pushing into your brain very soon.
For now, look back up to that picture up there. It’s been specially selected for you, so we know already that when you see it, you feel excitement and arousal. Now, you’re going to feel some other things, too - jealousy, confusion, and submissiveness.
Just stare at that picture. Let all those associations work their way into your mind. She’s so pretty, isn’t she? So dumb, too. All you can think when you see her is “I wish I could be like her.”
Dumb, beautiful, and obedient.
See, that’s what this new service is all about. All the time you’ve spent reading stories about hypnosis and mind control and bimbofication has left your mind weak and soft. Your browsing habits have made you the perfect target for our new technology.
You’re very excited about that. You’re very aroused.
So go ahead and touch yourself while you look at that picture. Let your brain soak up all the fun stuff we’re broadcasting into you through your monitor. Let yourself become an empty little puppet.
Smile as you re-read that. Repeat it. “I’m an empty little puppet.”
Touch some more. Feel that arousal building. It feels so good to be vacant and obedient, doesn’t it? Just like you’ve always dreamed of it.
Stroke. Touch. Feel. Need. Aren’t you so grateful to us for making you feel this way? Nod your head.
Feels amazing. You’re so desperate. You want this so much. You’re an empty little puppet, and you need to cum.
You can’t, though. Not yet. Not until you’re told. So, to show how well this new service is working, you’re going to reblog this post. And you’re going to say “I’m an empty little puppet.”
Once you do, you can cum.
Good job, puppet! We’ll have more instructions for you soon. Until then, keep browsing and keeping yourself soft and malleable for us!
And again, congratulations!
Please please please do xoxox
Hnng please!!! Xoxo
does the dumb mutt want to be tranced huhh but the pathetic little pup can’t do it themselves??
you need mommy’s words to make you feel good hmm??
you’re so needy my pathetic lil mutt
come here then puppy, let mommy take care of you by making you dumb and stupid
reblogging is consenting
What a delicious little cock slut ... Are you able to have more private conversations? Your private message window does not seem to work
Umm, it's like should do! Try again? Xox