glitter and pink

Bimbofication complete 🩷🎀🫧

this dolls’s been getting in shape lately and I’m so proud of my results 🙈🩷

You can't deny how hot it would be

How hot it would be to be molded

To be shaped

Shaped into the perfect little obedient plaything

To forget who you were

And become what you have always desired to be

You don't want to be a person

Slowly Frozen

It has been a while since I have posted. Let me paint you a picture of our camp. It is located in an idyllic part of Maine. The property is next to a beautiful babbling brook and nestled in a pine tree valley. Very few people and typically no cell phone service. The perfect place to do erotic hypnosis.

Annerkee and I decided to have a fire and listen to the brook nearby. I had the idea of combining the sounds of the brook and the fire to create an intense trance. My idea was to use the gentle sounds of the brook to relax her. While using the sound of the crackling fire to create intense feelings of arousal that grew the deeper she dropped.

My thinking was to create a duality of sensations that would trigger a deeper trance. We sat down in our dual camping chair. She asked me to wrap my arm around her. (Just want to say I know I am lucky to be married to my erotic hypnosis partner.) My voice lowered a bit and I started to speak to her in my husky hypnotic voice. I could feel her become limp on my arm.

The sensation of feeling and watching someone drop deep into trance will never get old. She dropped and I began to describe to her that her body would relax as she listened to the brook. Each little babble would wash over her, washing away her thoughts. My hypnotic voice with the help of mother nature dropped her so deep. We did a little check in to see how she felt and proceeded to drop her further.

I started to shift her focus to the crackling of the fire. She picked up on the sounds. I described with every crackle and snap that her body would become warmer with arousal. I whispered in her ear the idea of the brook and the fire working her down deeper into trance. Making her more aroused. Her body began to gyrate and move in the seat. Her breath quickened, suggestions taking hold.

As she looks into the spiral, and for a moment, everything slows.

Color.

Motion.

Breath.

All is caught in the same rhythm.

Unable to escape, but incapable of ever wanting to.