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@giggleditz
Me: 25F Bi / Blog: 18+
This is my happy pink kink space, asks open if you're respectful of my play limits. TERFs and bigots of all kinds, fuck off!
Kinks
Hypno / Trance / Spirals (no rapid flashing)
Bimbo / Bambi Sleep / Dumbification
Stepfordization
Serial Recruitment
Limits
rapid flash imagery (hurts my eyes)
cnc
violence
ddlg
scat
Thank you for playing with me, make me worse!
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You have one purpose ✨
Stick out your tongue now
tumblr girls are such perverts, they will literally stalk your blog while fingering themselves
Infected by the Pleasure
The first sign that Nora's romantic evening wasn't going to go as planned was when her boyfriend walked into the bedroom, his eyes rolled so far back in his head that only the whites were showing but somehow still able to navigate his surroundings with a sinister, infallible grace, and fixed her with his sightless stare. Unfortunately for Nora, that left her with approximately 0.73 seconds before he let out a low, guttural moan that seemed to harmonize with itself in an entirely unnatural manner, and she felt her brain bombarded with a whole series of emotional impressions that hit her on a level deeper than words could possibly reach.
That wasn't to say she didn't put words to them--they flashed through her brain in a whole series of mental images as her brain desperately tried to vocabularize concepts that came straight up from her limbic system to wrap themselves around her instantly helpless frontal lobe. 'WEAK', she found herself thinking, followed by 'INFECTED', followed by 'OVERWHELMED' and 'PLEASURE' in rapid succession, and Nora didn't even have a chance to catch up to the stream of ideas colonizing her head before her hands jammed themselves down the front of her leggings and began to furiously rub her slick pussy. She hadn't exactly dressed up for their encounter, knowing that her boyfriend was going to take her clothes off pretty early on, but even the bare level of coordination required to pull her pants down was out of reach now and she simply fell forward onto the mattress.
The words continued behind her eyes, each one accompanied by a surge of ecstasy so intense that it practically shattered her feeble mind. She was 'CORRUPTED', then 'INFECTED' again, then 'POWERLESS', then 'OVERWHELMED', and all of them felt like such fucking wonderful things to be that she didn't even have a chance to conceive of what resistance would look like for her before that resistance was utterly destroyed. Nora lay there, staring at her boyfriend's twitching cock, listening to that unnatural growling moan and not even fantasizing about sex with him because this felt better than sex and made her into a braying slut so much faster. The words cycled through her head, returning again to 'CORRUPTED' and 'PLEASURE', and although 'MELT' and 'LEAK' soon made their way into the endless rotation she was almost past the point of understanding by then.
She grunted and moaned, humping her own rubbing fingers as climax after climax accompanied 'BLANK' and 'INFECTED', and if she'd understood what she was succumbing to or how completely she was succumbing to it then Nora would have been utterly terrified. But as it was she went dumb and empty too fast for fear to affect her, and soon her grunts and moans began to synchronize with the endless drone coming from her boyfriend's lips. The orgasms smoothed out into a single continuous pulse of pleasure, fucking her brain into total submission that never ceased, and the final sign of her changed priorities came when her face went from contorting in ecstasy to slackening into expressionless vacancy. Then her eyes rolled back in her head, and Nora simply disappeared from her own mind. And like her boyfriend, she stripped naked and went to look for fresh victims to infect and enslave.
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simply having tits is so degrading. they’re always gonna be what men stare at when u talk, the way they jiggle when you move. every little thing you do is objectified and there’s nothing u can do to stop it.
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girl who visibly relaxes and looks relieved and finally content when a collar is fastened around her neck.
Phillip Finds the Key to Jenna's Heart
"You know it was all over for you once I got your clothes off, right?" Jenna doesn't, not really. She doesn't know much of anything right now beyond the impossibly powerful pulses of lust radiating out from her clit and sending sympathetic tingles through all the nerves surrounding it, and her mind is so consumed with ecstasy that she can barely remember she's trying to jack Phillip's cock the same way he's playing with her pussy. But she nods and she whimpers something vaguely close to agreement, because Phillip is making her feel so fucking good right now that she wants to go along with everything he says. It's been that way the whole night and by now her brain barely even works anymore.
But obviously Phillip doesn't feel the same way because he's still able to speak in full coherent sentences even as Jenna's been reduced to writhing, moaning surrender. "This is control through direct neural induction, sweetie. Once I touched your clit, there were just so many nerve endings packed into one place that I could simply swamp your own mental impulses with my signals and you… well, not to put too fine a point on it, but you were reduced to a mewling, simpering whore for me, weren't you?" Jenna can't really put the depth of her agreement into words, not with her whole cunt spasming in repeated orgasm, so she just kisses Phillip's bare chest in gratitude and hopes he understands how much she adores him right now.
"I mean, honestly you were pretty screwed the moment we shook hands," Phillip continues, and for just a moment Jenna remembers that this didn't start as a sexual encounter or even so much as a blind date--they met at a business conference, and the moment her fingers touched his she felt a warm, drifting wave of amiable pleasure that never seemed to end and made it easy to just go with the flow and follow him wherever he led. He didn't let go of her hand until she had her blouse open and her nipples were easily accessible, and that felt--oh, fuck, that felt almost as good as getting her clit rubbed. "…surprised by how many nerve endings are in your fingertips," Jenna hears her lover say, and even though she didn't mean to tune him out she knows her subconscious is soaking up every word.
"But yeah, once I get to your clit that's pretty much it for your free will," Phillip concludes, chuckling at her spasmodic strokes and the frantic, uncoordinated kisses she plants on his body. "I can just map out your entire nervous system from here, send pulses of pleasure straight up to your brain and follow the pings back out to every square inch of your skin, and rewire the whole thing for obedience in a matter of minutes. We're almost done, sweetie, and once it's all finished you can start making my cock happy… and doesn't that sound so good?" It does, and Jenna feels literal tears of joy leaking out from the corners of her tightly shut eyes as she contemplates the notion of her own subjugation and finds it more beautiful than anything she can possibly imagine. She's never going to stop cumming for her Master, she realizes… and she's so grateful that she knows she'll always be happy to obey.
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The very best thing about earbuds and bone conduction headphones is that they can be on and unnoticed, which means that you can imagine that every person on autopilot out and about is actually being brainwashed.
That guy muttering to himself under his breath? Brainwashed.
That woman staring blankly as she walks through the grocery store? Believe it or not, she's brainwashed, too.
That pretty girl spacing out for no apparent reason? Oh you better believe she's being brainwashed. And she doesn't even remember.
Any one of them could be activated to obey their commands at any moment. And the very best part? If they can't escape their programming, why should you?
I want somebody to play with my hair while telling me what a good sleepy girl I am
i think using "open-minded" as a euphemism for being like hypnotically susceptible is fun
”You need to be more open-minded” as a trigger for putting you right on the edge of trance
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Good Girls Make More Good Girls
This short story is loosely inspired by someone I know; I hope they enjoy it.
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You really liked the idea of being a good girl, you really did, it was a simple little thing you could become, no more thinking, no more worrying, no more… no more you, just the good girl, who followed and obeyed, and was endlessly aroused for doing so.
Hypnosis was a good outlet to indulge that peculiar desire of yours, it wasn’t like you need to actually put an effort into becoming a good girl, no, you just needed to listen and follow, and by doing so you would already be a good girl. By listening to the lovely voice on the files you found online you could be any type of good girl from a wide variety, from the bimbo to the sexbot, to the maid, and the mindless slave, and the list goes on and on and on. You were always a click away from your ideal self.
Who cares if you were a strong independent woman outside of this one kink? If you were the leader of your team at work, or the breadwinner at your house. In here you weren’t, in this one small private moment, you didn’t want or needed to be strong or independent, here you were a simple thing who did what was told, and obeyed without thinking.
For one tiny moment you were truly free, for there is no greater freedom, than the freedom of one’s thoughts, of one's will. By being a good girl you were absolutely free to do as you were told, and you were happy doing so.
There is a certain sense of belonging when you let someone else control your mind, like you were meant to be owned and controlled, like it is a natural part of your constitution to follow someone else’s orders, to let yourself be guided by another’s whim.
But what is the point of discovering the secret to a wonderful life and keeping it hidden from those you love?
You found the answer to a perfectly balanced life, an empowered woman during the day, a mindless wet good girl during the night, that is simply the way things are meant to be. Just like a doll, pretty and poised, waiting to be wound up to go back into her act of a living person, just to get home and turn into plastic again. But it is just a fantasy in the end, isn't it?
That is probably what you tell others when you try to convert them into your way of life, this is just a fantasy, this is just playing pretend, just a moment where you don’t have to think about the role you've been given and act as somebody else. Someone happy to listen and to obey, who doesn’t have to struggle with the thoughts about the next day, because surprise! They don’t think about anything at all.
So you send them the gifs, the hypnosis files, the porn, all the stuff that helped you become the good girl you are today, but they say you are corrupting them, but you don’t see it that way. Corrupting it is such a bad word, enlightening them would be a better way to say it, because you know their struggle, and the sorrow they hide, for once you also were where they are, and you want to be a good friend and show that being a good girl is the best thing for them.
But eventually, one by one they fall, they couldn’t resist the temptation to watch the videos, the gifs, the files, all they needed was one to understand your way of thinking, all they needed was one to want more, they understood this is not meant to be a secret, but that it should be spread, because all good girls make more good girls.
overstimulation is good for you, really
it builds endurance. sharpens focus. teaches obedience under pressure you want to be better, don’t you ? more trained. more useful this is how you get there
pushing through the aftershocks shaking and soaked and oversensitive but spreading your legs wider because i told you to. because you’re not done just because you came
you’ll cry you’ll beg you’ll say you can’t and i’ll say you can and you will
you needn't take a break. you need to stop whining you need to take it you need to be good
and if your thighs twitch and your brain goes fuzzy and your voice breaks every time you try to speak that just means it’s working
overstimulation is character-building you should thank me, really i’m helping you grow, one orgasm at a time
pinky promise
once upon a time there was a pretty girl who thought pleasure had an ending
how adorable
your happily ever after is me overstimulating you until your mind melts. until your voice is hoarse from screaming, until your cunt is swollen and dripping and still clenching desperately around me even when it hurts
no prince. no rescue
just endless, sadistic orgasms and my voice telling you how beautiful you look when you’re completely ruined
Rubbing her clit gently while she's asleep so you can get her just wet enough to slowly insert your cock inside her and use her while she probably thinks she's having a wet dream
Heather and Steve's
CW: brainwashing, corruption, whorification, sluttification, femsub, maledom,
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Heather was beginning to suspect the universe hated her.
That was the only explanation she could come up with as she stared at the uniform hanging inside her locker.
Again.
Just yesterday she had finally escaped.
After months of enduring Steve's Café with the fake smiles, the ridiculous policies, the bizarre flashes of enthusiasm, she had finally quit. Walked out. Found a better job almost immediately at a small independent café across town.
A normal café.
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girl who visibly relaxes and looks relieved and finally content when a collar is fastened around her neck.
"Don't you wanna be good for me?" Evil. Evil tactic. Suddenly I'm folding and I'll do anything he ask cause yes, I wanna be good, I'll be so so good! Just for him <3
