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hypnodomination:

hypnodollie:

When I met my Master we met online this is dating myself a bit but we met in a yahoo chat room when they had user rooms. I knew what I wanted or so I thought. Master messaged me and asked me if I was interested in hypnosis or brainwashing.

I had never thought of it but I was a desperate attention whore, like a child I wanted a little bit of everything. I already knew I liked being degraded, forced, abused, I loved the idea of being kidnapped and used, what was one more way of being controlled.

We started talking on the phone ten minutes later (like I said attention whore), at the time I was everything that is wrong with young girls in the Bdsm community, I was stringing along several guys picking and choosing who I wanted to talk to and when, but that changed quickly. I started to love talking to him. Whenever he would call I would drop everything and talk to him, he fast became an addiction.

Then the day came where he told me that he desired that I become his exclusively, so I jumped I stopped answer the others phone calls, and I marched right up to my RL boyfriend and told him that I belonged to someone else and we were over.

It was around that time that I started falling asleep on the phone with him, eventually I needed him to trance me to sleep, if he didn’t trance me I didn’t sleep. Then just after he owned me for a little over a year I moved in with him. A 37 hour bus ride and the entire time all I could think was my program, his voice repeating “come to me, drop your panties and sit on my cock”

That night was the first night I fell asleep in his arms hearing his words. I eventually realized that he stayed up much later than me and when he was awake he was programming me. I would start to notice feeling differently some mornings rather than others.

Now Master programs me every night while I sleep, his words, his touch. I need his words, the days where I am extremely bad I lose them and while I sleep I get no words. On those mornings I feel worse, it’s harder to function without his programming.

I remember that day, back then I was really still a kid myself. I had multiple slaves that I used to fill my free time with some just playing a kinky rp and others truly mindfucked slaves to my will. I used them as an outlet for my urges to control and dominate, for my pleasure. I sent that message to my hypnodollie with no sense of responsibility, she wasn’t the first to receive or nor the last. I used slaves and role players the same and that was until I was bored with them. She answered, she was a young kinky slut with no idea what she was being asked. She knew what she wanted, abuse, submission, degradation, domination, but was much to young to seek it responsibly. She fell quickly, I did what I always do, I was charming and dominant, friendly and easy to talk to, but I usually did the talking, I began dominating her thoughts, focusing her on me and my words, my desires and fetishes, teaching/brainwashing her. I would put her into trance both light and deep. She would perform taskes at my command, repeating mantras verbally as she conditioned her body with pleasure and filling pages with written mantras. We both played the game. She was one of many and so was I. Without a thought about responsibility I took control of her mind and life, this wasn’t a game she was being brainwashed every day and night. Her mind was changed, she was being trained to be my devoted fuckdoll. She focused on me completely, addicted, enslaved. I made her leave any other dominant and took her as my full time slave. I began to leave my other dolls behind, I enjoyed my time with my hypnodollie, not just when I was brainwashing her but even when we just talked. She needed me, she was lost and alone, playing a dangerous game to feed her addiction and now I was that addiction it was tied to my brainwashing, she was my hypnoslut and I loved her. I was responsible for her, for her safety and care, and I wanted to be. It made me happier then I had even been. It taught me the errors of my past and the responsibility I had to any slave I owned, one I hadn’t cared or thought about until hypnodollie was in my life, I grew up, I became a real dominate a real Master. I’ve spent 10 years, conditioning my doll into a brainwashed bimbo, doll, hypnoslut, foots slave, abuse whore. I took care of her and grew with her and shapped the women she is today in and out of the bedroom. She is my most prized possession and reason I wake in the morning. I made her focus and learn, listen and obey, go deep and submit to my even wish, to have no will but mine and I can’t wait for the next 10 years and the 10 after that so on and so on. If you made it all they way to the end I hope you enjoyed this read. This is the first time we are putting our real life together on display and if there is interest we may do even more. It was fun to remember. If you have any questions or comments please fell free to ask or share.