While in trance yesterday I fell asleep, so I went to sleep drunk and really subby and turned on. Those last 2 have carried over to today and I kinda wanna play with myself but I also kinda wanna wait until I’m made to “against my will” because that feels nicer.
Decided to open Tumblr on the bus back home and now I’m all worked up and horny and have been scrolling for like 20 minutes, not just “checking notifications” like I intended and a notification just pulled me out of trance.
In about 6 hours I’m gonna get high af. I’ll not check asks or DMs until then but then I’ll respond to any and all of them. I’ll answer anything (except shit like personal information), and if you want you can send shit for me to watch. Nd unless I fall asleep I’ll happily chat with whoever for a bit while I’m high, horny and subby.
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Soon enough, he’ll have no interest in cumming at all. He’ll develop an aversion to it. He won’t even ask why there’s no key for the cage and will be grateful for some time off. Then you’ve got him. Mindfucked.
The mind wash program throws a series of images at him and measures his biometric responses. By gathering this data it’s easy to create a real-life situation that will facilitate maximum compliance. By the time a subject meets one of his captors, he won’t want to resist.
Never forget to tease him about how excited he is to be locked back up while you’re caging him. And remind him while he’s locked about how hard he got, how you had to FORCE that cage onto him.
When he begs for release, talk about keeping him longer and show him how much he’s bulging. Tease him for being excited by the word “NO.” Save the word “permanent” for when you really need the mind fuck.
Train him to understand that he’s responsible for his terrible predicament. That HE chose it all. You’re just the sweet little keyholder fulfilling his fantasies. And never release him after he asks you to.
You’ll brand your mark on her brain molding her to give herself now and later. You’ve made her malleable yet disciplined, and engulfed her in your reality. When just your words can bend her and shape her, when you see the effect manifested in your property – both body and behavior – summoned by your imagination, you’ve made her Yours mentally.
It’s difficult to truly own her mind, but you will own her totally.
I frowned and scratched my head, looking at the young man skeptically.
He’d just moved into the house next door and I’d stopped in to say hello and drop off some of my mom’s cooking as a gift to welcome him to the neighborhood. He was cute, attractive and a bit older than me. My guess was mid-twenties, he looked like he could be a TA at the university that I went to during the school year.
Given the fact that he’d just bought one of the nicer houses on the block, and clearly seemed to live alone, I figured that he probably did something with computers. Software developers seemed to have money, and at his age that seemed a reasonable explanation for how he’d be able to afford the house.
I had not expected him to introduce himself as a world famous hypnotist.
“Sorry, you’re what?” I asked, trying not to laugh. He might as well have said that he was a rodeo clown for all the credibility that a stage hypnotist had with me. I was skeptical of that sort of thing. It was like magic, nothing that actually existed, just something that people liked to play along with. People wanted to act out and so they let themselves be “hypnotized” so that they could get attention onstage.
Just like a magician didn’t really saw a woman in half a hypnotist certainly couldn’t control minds or make people do anything.
He laughed, seeing that I was trying not to, which gave me permission to laugh. Clearly he was used to that sort of reaction.
“Well I guess I’m not that world famous if you’ve never heard of me,” he admitted, “but I do perform all around the world and I am a hypnotist. So, forgive me if I wanted to give myself a of a showy title when meeting my cute neighbor.”
I blushed and accepted his offer to come in and put the baking on his kitchen counter. I wasn’t good at flirting, but I knew when someone was doing it to me. I let my hair cover my face a little to hopefully hide the shade of red I was turning.
Setting my mom’s cooking down on his kitchen counter I decided to ask a few questions of him, since though I didn’t believe in hypnotism it was at least an interesting profession.
“So you do shows where people act like chickens and things like that?” I asked.
“Well my shows tend to be adult orientated, so very few chickens. Mostly I help people unlock their fantasies, and they live them out on stage for the enjoyment of the audience,” he said, shrugging. He leaned against the counter next to me, his hands shoved into his jean pockets.
“So you make people who want to be strippers anyway, strip?“
“Sometimes, yes. Hypnosis helps people act out fantasies they might have but never really take action on. But it also helps people discover what their actual fantasies are, deep down. And a good hypnotist, a skilled hypnotist, can help people find new fantasies. My suggestions become their thoughts, and so they may do something that they’d never consider doing before just because they want to please me,” he said.
“So if I were at a show what would I see?” I asked.
“Well you’d likely see my spiral. I bring it out to help give my subjects a focusing point to watch.”
“But I wouldn’t volunteer,” I said.
“Oh? Why not, are you afraid of what fantasy you might unlock?” he said. It sounded like he was teasing, but his voice was serious. I swallowed, feeling suddenly hot.
“I just don’t believe in hypnosis, I wouldn’t want to ruin your show by not going under,” I explained.
“Oh of course. That’s very thoughtful. I mean it would be terrible if I tried to hypnotize you and you didn’t sink deeply into trance like everyone else on stage. I could see it, I ask you to look deeply into my eyes, just like you’re doing now, and I tell you to relax and breath deeply and keep taking deep breaths as you look deep into my eyes. And as you do that you don’t become hypnotized, you just relax a little and sink deeply listening to my voice. It would be so embarrassing for me if you just looked deeply into my eyes but didn’t get hypnotized deeply, just sank down relaxing more and more. But not getting hypnotized.”
I nodded, but didn’t say anything. His eyes were deep and blue, and I felt myself relaxing. Breathing deep. It felt good and comfortable and of course I wasn’t being hypnotized, we were just talking about how I wouldn’t be hypnotized.
“Not getting hypnotized as you relax and sink down. Each breath relaxing you, each word guiding you more deeply. Deeply into my eyes, no thoughts, no worries. Not getting hypnotized as you relax more now. Sinking, deeply. Now if you were hypnotized you’d want to resist obeying my commands. But since you’re only very relaxed, deeply relaxed, you don’t need to think about resisting. It will be fun to simply listen to my voice and carry out anything I suggest.”
He reached up and stroked my neck.
“Remove your clothes now, but keep your bra and panties on,” he said.
Since I wasn’t hypnotized I didn’t bother trying to not do it. Instead I was just talking with someone who had asked me to do something so very natural and I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to welcome him to the neighborhood.
I undressed.
“Good Girl. It’s nice to listen to what I say and do it, even if you’re not hypnotized. Even if you just sink more deeply now. No thoughts and no worries. Now take a deep breath and sleep,” he said and snapped his fingers.
My eyes closed and everything went dark.
Even though it’s total bullshit it’s cool having a hypnotist next door. I’m always over, we’ve kind of been fucking a lot. I don’t believe in what he does, it’s a load of crap, but he’s cute and such a fantastic lover. He says he needs an assistant and I want to go with him on tour to Europe.
My mother said no, but then after talking one on one with our neighborhood hypnotist she changed her mind. So I’m going to spend the next year traveling around as his Good Girl. I really hope Master’s show does well, I mean since hypnosis is fake I’m just surprised he can make a living doing it.
That was all the first text said. She ignored it. She didn’t recognize the number it came from. Maybe, she assumed, it was some weird sexting game that went to the wrong person.
A few days later, she got more.
-You’ll be my brainless bimbo dolly. -You’re going to giggle while you beg me to fuck you. -I’ve already started, I just think it’s funny to tell you that it’s happening.
She was starting to get a bit freaked out. Weird sex game or not, this was uncomfortable. She didn’t hear anything else that day, though. The next day there was another.
-When I send you a text, you reply to me right away.
She laughed aloud at that - no chance she was going to engage this creep! - but despite herself, she found her fingers moving, texting him back.
-Who are you? Why are you bothering me?
They texted back and forth like that for hours. She couldn’t stop herself. Every so often he’d give her a command - start your sentences with ‘Umm’. Use ‘like’ and ‘totally’ more often. No words over three syllables. Call me ‘Sir’. She couldn’t help but do as he said. She wanted nothing more than to shut off her phone and run off, but she knew she had to reply to him right away.
-Do you know what I’m doing to you? -Umm, no Sir, I don’t understand what’s going on. -I’m mindfucking you. Just like I said I would. -Umm, please don’t, Sir! I like, just want to be left alone!
He ignored her pleas that he stop. He told her to go put on something sexy for him and she couldn’t keep herself from hopping up eagerly, slipping into a tight black top that her showed her breasts wonderfully. He told her to sound happy and her requests to be left alone vanished. All her texts now were giggly and excited, spoken like a true ditzy doll. She fought, but she could barely resist his commands for a second.
-Are you having fun, dolly? -Umm, like absolutely, Sir! Ohmigawd this is soooo cool! -I know it is! I know you don’t mean that, either. But you will in a moment. -Ummm, what do you mean, Sir?
She read that last text nervously. What was he going to do to her? She tried desperately to not read the next text as it came through, but it was useless.
-You’re a bimbo. My brainless bimbo dolly. Everything you’ve been acting like in these texts, that’s who you really are. The old you’s gone, the new, better you is all that’s left. My little empty-headed toy.
She read it, feeling her resistance vanish. She squealed happily as the knowledge of who she was washed over her. Why had she fought against this? This was amazing!
-Ooooooh Sir I feel soooo great! Ummm, thank you for mindfucking me! Mmmm you’re like, totally the best!
She giggled to herself happily, twirling her hair as she texted her new Master.
(Thanks to theducttapechannel for the idea of a girl knowing she’s being bimbofied, but being unable to stop it. This was challenging to write, but a lot of fun!)
Amber, you own the house, you built the house, you filled it with happy and kind people
There’s no shame in your very complicated set of medical conditions.
What should make your blood run cold and your mouth dry is what *I* know. I don’t even have to threaten you with telling your wife, I could do so much more LASTING damage through your in-laws.
