He had told Jane that the experimental neurochemical would help her learn everything she needed to pass her Mandarin Chinese final in a matter of hours by stimulating her brain’s learning centers while amplifying its plasticity. And it would have worked too, had he played the language tapes once she entered a fugue state. Instead, he took her to a strip club and spent several hours bombarding her senses with the joys of bimbohood. The next morning, Janey couldn’t figure out why she was worrying about the dumb test anyway and decided to skip it to go shopping. She really needed sexier clothes.

JUICY’S LAMENT

I’m, like, confused…

Of course you’re confused, Juicy. You’re a bimbo!

Huh?… Oh… … Yeah… I’m a bimbo… …

What are you confused about Juicy?

Huh? Oh yeaaaaah! Um, didn’t I usta have a uniform?

Yes Juicy, you had a uniform back when you were a police officer.

So… Now I’m just wearing sexy underwear… Does that mean I’m not a cop no more?

No Juicy. You’re not a cop. You’re a bimbo.

Oh, yeah…um… So can I be a cop AND a bimbo?

I don’t think that would be safe Juicy. A bimbo can’t shoot a gun. And a bimbo definitely can’t drive a police car. It’s a public safety issue.

Oh… Yeah…that would be bad, huh?…

Yes, and a cop would know that, so you’re clearly a bimbo, not a cop.

It’s just…I liked my uniform. I like showing my new big bimbo titties. But I liked my uniform too…

Well I’m so glad you said so, Juicy! Just because you’re not a cop anymore doesn’t mean you can’t wear a uniform! Matter of fact, now that you’re a bimbo, you can wear all kinds of different uniforms!

Really?

Oh yes! Your bimbo titties aren’t quite done growing yet, but once they’re big enough, I’ll take you shopping. We’ll get you a slutty cop uniform and a slutty nurse uniform and a slutty scout uniform and a slutty schoolgirl uniform and a slutty firefighter uniform and a slutty fast food worker uniform and even a super slutty nun’s habit for Sundays! Juicy, you can wear a different slutty uniform every single day of the week!

Oh my god! That’s the Awesomest!

What They’re For

Mom, what are you doing?!?

I’m just playing with my pussy…*giggle*

But why?

Pussies are for playing with, silly! Why aren’t you playing with yours?

Because that’s disgusting, Mom! My psych professor is going to be here any minute! Wash your hand and put some clothes on quick!

Oh, Dr. M won’t mind! He knows pussies are for playing with! *giggle* He’s the one who told me!

Wait…when did you meet Dr. M? The whole point of having him come over was for me to introduce you! And…and why would I invite one of my college professors to meet my mother anyway? That doesn’t even make sense, does it?

Oh, he probably told you to invite him while he was showing you the flashy thing. I think I’d do just about anything when he’s showing me the flashy thing. In fact, I think maybe I already did! *giggle*

Flashy thing? What flashy thing? Wait, there was a flashy thing, wasn’t there? A pretty, flashy thing the first time I went to office hours. He had a flashy thing and it…and I…so hard to remember…

Oh yeah! I almost forgot. Dr. M said to tell you ‘From your perky young tits to your hot lil’ butt, you know just what you are…’

I know just what I am….I know just…just…what…i….am….I’M A CUTE LIL’ SLUT! I’m a cute lil’ slut, Mom!

Damn right you are, girl! *giggle* it runs in the family! Now get those clothes off, tramp! Dr. M will be here any minute!

OMG! Why am I wearing clothes? Dr. M is coming!

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me of the other thing! Dr. M says we aren’t supposed to cum until he gets here.”

But we can still play with our pussies, right? Pussies are for playing with!

You’re fucking right about that, Baby! *giggle*

hour1313:

deepthrall:

Mistress Hour has been kind enough to send a subliminal drone training file to encourage obedience; and to reduce autonomy when interacting with her.

I’ve been able to carry out everyday tasks while letting the words that are reshaping my mind flow through me. The effect has been to subtly bring about a calming feeling of acceptance while listening.

I’ve been hypnotised to obey my Mistress, and commanded to listen to the training file, which will make me more receptive to Mistresses hypnosis, which in turn will make me more receptive to any training files I am commanded to listen to, eventually making my obedience total.

It is so blissful knowing I am passively observing Mistresses plan for me.

Thank Your Mistress.

Always a pleasure to see you submit. It’s absolutely lovely to know at any given point, you can be programmed deeply into total obedience. You’re such an obedient and clever drone, and I’m proud of how easy it’s been for you to obey.

Thank you for Your kind words Mistress.

Being an obedient and clever drone for You is my deepest wish, along with fulfilling my primary and secondary purposes.

I hope I have been both useful and pleasing to You.

Mistress Hour has been kind enough to send a subliminal drone training file to encourage obedience; and to reduce autonomy when interacting with her.

I’ve been able to carry out everyday tasks while letting the words that are reshaping my mind flow through me. The effect has been to subtly bring about a calming feeling of acceptance while listening.

I’ve been hypnotised to obey my Mistress, and commanded to listen to the training file, which will make me more receptive to Mistresses hypnosis, which in turn will make me more receptive to any training files I am commanded to listen to, eventually making my obedience total.

It is so blissful knowing I am passively observing Mistresses plan for me.

Thank Your Mistress.

I have been authorised and instructed to share some information here. A few weeks ago @hour1313 commented that She had enjoyed one of the pieces I wrote.

I thanked Her for Her comments and we fell naturally into a conversation about hypnosis, brainwashing and Her ability and desire to brainwash and program others to serve Her as Her personal obedient drones.

I found what she described fascinating and something about the language She used seemed to stimulate my submissive side. She helped me complete some visualisation exercises to help me imagine feeling like an object rather than a person, and how I would look as a drone.

Soon we negotiated my own hypnosis and conditioning. @hour1313 skillfully put my mind into a deep hypnotic sleep and began installing Her control programming. I could feel my mind being reshaped by it, aided by the removal of any and all inhibitions. She anchored this to supportive, positive statements that helped Her enter my subconscious with ease.

In a matter of days I have had my mind deeply conditioned and programmed to be of service to Her.

Mistress Hour is my Owner. All of my abilities are focused on being of use to Her and providing pleasure for Her. Although I believe I have further to go I can feel my subconscious being reshaped, She has become integrated into my waking life, she has become integrated into my sleeping mind; I have reported to Her the times I have seen her in my dreams. My primary focus at the moment is to be a clever drone, to use my abilities to serve Her effectively; and to allow the programming I am given to imprint on my mind. I am being integrated into Her Hourmind collective under her direction where I will be able to serve Her most effectively.

I was programmed by Mistress Hour to create the post I published tonight, “Recruitment 2”. When it was complete I submitted it to Her for Her appraisal, after which She generously gave me permission to publish it. Writing this post and telling my followers that I am now owned by Mistress Hour and held within Her power completes my programming for today.

When Mistress is ready I look forward to having my mind further reshaped so that I can serve and please her, my sleeping mind far away as Her drone obeys without question.

Recruitment 2

Seeing a new recruit submit to its programming and become nothing more than mindless drone can increase an Owners hunger, can create a need in the Owner for more minds to capture.

Once Their new drone is fully indoctrinated and given a drone designation, theta-4, it is summoned to its Owner. It stands staring blankly ahead, empty of all thought save the need to serve, to please, to be useful. its body is presented exactly as its Owner commanded, incased in shiny black latex.

psi-6 stands beside it, also presented in black latex, but its eyes hidden by curved black glass. psi-6 is the drone that I have become. psi-6 has no identity, just as theta-4 has no identity. They are both merely objects, extentions of their Owners will. psi-6 has been fully programmed by its Owner, it is ready to carry out its Owners commands.

Our Owner stands, smiling gently, approaches theta-4. They circle theta-4, gaze appreciatively upon it.

“theta-4, speak; what is your purpose.” Their voice is firm, controlling.

theta-4 continues to stare blankly ahead as it speaks “theta-4 is Your service drone. its purpose is to serve You as You command, to please You in any way you command. ”

“Good drone, such a good drone.” Their voice bright and encouraging as They stroke theta-4s long, dark hair. “And it is such a pretty drone. Does it like being a pretty drone for its Owner. ”

“Yes Owner,” its ragged breathing betray an emotional reaction to its praise, “it likes being a pretty drone for You.”

“I am pleased with theta-4. theta-4 has obeyed its instructions perfectly. And I am pleased with psi-6 for bringing me this new pretty drone.” psi-6 has no memory of its having assisted its Owner in seducing and recruiting theta-4 but it feels deep pleasure at having been praised by its Owner.

“Now, my pretty drone, would you like to receive new programming to help serve me better?” Owner looks directly into its new drones eyes for the first time.

“it would…. greatly please theta-4 to receive new programming to serve you. ”

“Wonderful, such a good drone. psi-6; begin.”

“Thank you Owner.” psi-6 steps forward, as it is programmed to it places a visor over theta-4s blank eyes, inserts a cable connected to a bank of computers into its ear and attaches a small microphone to its latex suit. psi-6 steps aside and taps for a few moments on a computer console.

theta-4s shoulders and head slump down. it remains standing. “unit powering down. unit preparing to receive new programming. unit preparing to receive…. recruitment programming.”

theta-4 remains perfectly still save for the occasional flexing of its fingers. As it listens and reads, absorbing everything as it has been programmed to, its memory is wiped and it begins to absorb its new programming. Words and images flash across the visor screen, it has long ago accepted it must process every piece of information it is presented with. its Owner looks on, a dark smile on Their lips, knowing that Their drones mind has been fully opened. it hears and absorbs every word whipered into its ear, words that imprint on its mind and alter its purpose.

Suddenly it raises its head and shoulders and begins to speak. “unit theta-4 will serve as a recruitment drone. theta-4 will choose a suitable candidate for recruitment, theta-4 will engage this candidate, encourage them to meet Owner, to submit to Owner and to be programmed by Owner.” its voice now is empty of all emotion as it narrates its own cognitive alteration. “theta-4 will assist Owner in candidates full integration into the network and removal of all autonomy. theta-4 will be able to access its hosts memory to communicate with the candidate and mimic personality, no true autonomy will be permitted. theta-4 accepts its deep programming.” Then its head slumps down again.

psi-6 stands, removes theta-4s visor, its eyes even more empty than before, stare into nothing.

its Owner smiles deeply at the performance of its two slaves and returns to Their seat, eager to watch them continue to perform so well.

“theta-4 activate. ”

its head and shoulders straighten up again and it focuses on a point in the distance, slightly more aware but no more awake.

“theta-4, speak, what is your purpose.”

theta-4 stares blankly ahead as it speaks “theta-4 is Your recruitment drone, its primary purpose is to recruit drones to serve and please You. its additional purpose is to serve You in anyway You command, and to please You in any way you command. ”

“Good drone, now theta-4 focus and serve me. When I say comply you will access your sleeping hosts memory and select a suitable candidate for recruitment. You will be granted one minute to make your selecton. Is that understood drone? ”

“Yes Owner, that is understood. ”

“Good drone. Comply.”

theta-4 breathes in sharply, its eyelids flutter as it accesses its hosts memories. Various candidates are considered, analysed, rejected. Suitability to serve the Owner is considered. Aesthetic beauty is assessed. A subject worthy of integration must be found.

Suddenly theta-4s eyes snap open.

“theta-4 has made its selection.” There is a hint of excitement in its voice.

“Good drone. Now, type the candidates name into this pad” Owner passes the device to its possession, it instantly types a name. When it became a possession all its hosts communication devices were integrated into the network with it.

Instantly a name, a face, an identity appear on the Owners screens.

“Clever drone, yes this one was known to your Owner. theta-4 will speak to the candidate now, is that understood?”

“Yes Owner, that is understood. ”

With a nod from its Owner psi-6 calls the candidate.

The dial tone echoes from the speakers for twenty, thirty seconds before…

“Alex is that you?”

theta-4 continues to blankly stare into the distance, no recognition appears in its eyes “Hi, it’s been too long….. I wanted us to catch up.” Its voice is friendly, inviting, familiar.

“Where have you been? We all expected you at the South London Hypno meet up.”

“I’ve been away for a while, but that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve met someone, a ‘tist I’d love to introduce you to. Are you interested…..”

“Oh always…… go on.”

theta-4 talks to the recruit as its Owner looks on, hunger in Their eyes. it entices, it compels the candidate, it excites with tales of deep hypnotic trance and complete mental relaxation. it arranges to bring the candidate to its Owner to begin the conversion process, knowing there will be other drones to assist it, knowing the candidate will go through a more refined conversion process than it did. it laughs and tells stories, but its doll like eyes never move from their fixed position. it never awakens, it never displays any autonomy. it uses its hosts memories of the candidate to tempt and coax the candidate, just like psi-6 did when theta-4 was still known as Alex. it arranges to meet the candidate with its new hypnotist friend. it completes its programming flawlessly.

it recruits for its Owner.

Recruitment 1

Of all the things I write about here; recruitment is one of the ones that I find the most… intoxicating.

There’s something compelling in the idea of helping my Owner seduce and brainwash a shiny new toy. Something extra if it’s a friend I knew before I was corrupted myself.

Carefully laying them down after my Owner has beguiled and mesmerised them, seeing the relaxation on their face as their eyelids flutter.

Obediently massaging their temples as my Owner orders me to, helping sink them deeper into trance. As They calmly, methodically bind them to Their will I wordlessly carry out my instructions, serving unquestioningly.

Standing silently, ready to be useful for Owner at any moment, as They savor playing with Their half finished, drowsy eyed new drone. Hearing how entertained Owner is by having them edge away what was left of their freewill, the pleasure mixing with hypnotic conditioning to shatter what’s left of their mind. Hearing as my Owner displays how tender They can be; allowing their entranced subject to come as They gently stroke their face and stare deep into their empty eyes.

And finally, when their conversion is complete, dressing them in the shiny fetish wear Owner has chosen for them, enjoying seeing them presented in the way they should be presented - the way Owner wishes.

All that’s left then is to watch Owner command their new drone to awaken, and enjoy seeing the adorably corrupted look flash through their eyes as they realise what they have become. In that instant they realise they are now nothing more than an obedient pleasure toy designed to serve their Owner, as is the friend who invited them here tonight.

Remember- it’s OK, beneficial even, to let your Owner know when you feel aspects of autonomy or freewill returning to you. They won’t be unhappy or disappointed in you, they might even call you a “Good toy,” for being so clever. If you let them know you’re feeling able to resist their control, then they can mindwash all your freewill away, leaving you empty, docile, obedient and ready to serve.

Just the way you want to be.

Doesn’t that sound better?

starsonmarsy:

i want to be intensely brainwashed.

changed.

reprogrammed.

conditioned.

i want to be broken. stripped down and open. just helplessly bombarded with submission.

i want my brain utterly shattered into pieces until i’m an unresisting, mushy mess.

just broken over and over and over and over and over again.

until my mind is completely gone.

leaving me a drooling, melty puddle of nothing.

With time submission becomes easy, natural, automatic.

At first you felt embarrased, awkward when you obeyed your Owners commands, even though being treated like a possession was what you always wanted, what you had asked Them for. But you needn’t have worried, with the help of Their hypnotic power over you it was so much easier the second time.

They told you it was time to call them by Their correct title and you managed to stammer out “Yes Owner…. Thank you Owner.” They laughed at how flushed your cheeks were. Now, after so much deep, dark intoxicating entrancement, when They command you to fuck them with your mouth your eyes barely flutter, your breathing remains steady as you say “Yes Owner, Thank You Owner,” before you obey.

When They asked you to wear kitten ears and called you pet names as a cute game you couldn’t make eye contact, your shyness was overwhelming. The second time you played that game you found it easier to relax into and enjoy being Their pet. Now a few short months later you crawl naked and collared on a leash before them, flexing and bending your pretty body to please Them, all emotions except the desire to be a good pet, to be pleasing for Them, mindwashed away.

When They first claimed you it was hard for you to even admit to Them how submission made you feel. The pleasure from submission was something you truly felt, but something inside you held you back from admitting. Now that something has been utterly erased. For a while they could place you into a light trance, free from your inhibitions you could explain your deepest fantasies, fantasies of total hypnotic submission to an owner. Now, as you pleasure yourself, dressed only in the pretty fetish clothes They told you to wear, you obediently explain that you are a plaything; a possession that exists to serve Their fantasies. As you do, you stare confidentiality, hungrily into the camera as it records your new personality, a permanent reminder of what you are, who you are.

All it took was those first small, brave acts of submission. Now, as you stand naked and mesmerised; absorbing more programming as their words flow through you, submission is all you are. Submission for you now is easy, natural, automatic.

I understand now that She is the source of all pleasure, all joy.

As She sits beside me staring intently into my eyes, pleasure rushes through my mind, and my body. I lie naked, having being broken down, mesmerised and mindwashed by Her words, Her touch, Her power. She explains my new purpose as Her possession, my dazed mind accepts that I am little more than an object now. Through the deep hypnotic trance I’m only dimly aware as Her other pretty, obedient toy uses their soft lips to fuck me, just as She commanded, but the pleasure truly comes from Her, Her control, Her perfection. She strokes the toys hair as a reward, explains what a perfect toy they have been since their conversion, and that I will be just like them from now on. Docile. Compliant. Trusting. Mindfucked. I understand. She asks me to explain how I will be from now on “Just like your toy. Docile. Compliant. Trusting. Mindfucked.” I hear myself say.

When She is satisfied I’ve received enough programming for one session She places Her hand on my chest. Tells me I can let go, submit to the pleasure, submit fully to Her. The toys mouth is so soft and warm, it’s bliss obeying Her, serving Her. I’m so grateful to be able to serve Her, just as I know her pretty toy must be.

She reinforces my obedience to Her; telling me how pleased She is with me, stroking my face, my chest, telling me what a good toy I have been, as the pleasure coils and ripples through my body.

Eventually the pleasure subsides, she smiles as I blankly stare at Her. She explains how happy she is knowing I’ve allowed myself to be completely broken, and soon I will take my proper place in her collection, just like Her toy before me. Her toy rises and stands beside Her, empty eyes staring into nothingness, ready to be commanded again, ready to obey again.

For now though She wants me to rest. My empty mind falls into darkness with one final word from Her.

“Sleep.”

Such a pleasant way to fail - being determined to stay awake, stay out of trance, but then being praised just at the moment you fall under.

If you could think clearly you might be able to snap out of it, but it feels so good as they call you “Good Pet.”

As they softly whisper that you are the perfect hypnotic subject you smile in blissful contentment. You are perfect. There was something you had to remember to do, or not to do, but it feels so nice when they stroke your hair like that. “Relax, that’s all you have to do,” they whisper and you feel so grateful as your thoughts fade away, your mind not quite asleep, but no longer awake…

Awake! Your head jerks up as you remember, “Awake, stay awake,” you hear yourself say.

“No silly,” patronising support filling their voice, and your mind “back to sleep, time to go back to sleep.” The sleepy fog spreads over your thoughts again.

“Back to sleep.”

There’s no anger in their voice, just warmth, joy.

“It’s time to for you to go back to sleep.”

They have such a pleasant voice.

“Only sleep.”

They stroke along your forehead.

“Such a good pet. Sleep.”

Over your head.

“Sleep now my perfect pet.”

Through your mind.

“Sleep now.”

“I’m so pleased with you.” So nice to follow their voice. Such bliss to follow and obey.

“You’re the perfect hypnotic subject.” Your empty mind feels their praise.

“You’re such a good pet.” Euphoria flows across you.

“Just listen, listen to my voice, only my voice. Soon you’ll be such a perfect plaything for me.” You can’t understand the individual words anymore, but somewhere deep down you can tell you’ve been good and deserve all the rewards you’re about to receive.

“Such a perfect, mindless plaything for me. My perfect mindless plaything.”

In the darkness of your trance you understand and agree with that one word.

Perfect. All is perfect.