Letâs start with an exercise. I want you to say, âI want to be a mindless fuckdollâ out loud. Say it normally, as though you were stating your choice of beverage. It requires equally little thought. Youâve spent plenty of time exploring your other choices, and âmindless fuckdollâ is definitely your favorite. If I ask you what you want to be, the words âI want to be a mindless fuckdollâ will tumble from your mouth with the ease of your name or your birthday. That doesnât have to happen yet, though. Youâve simply decided that âmindless fuckdollâ is what your end goal is.
In order to help with that, at the end of every sentence, Iâd like you to say the phrase âmindless fuckdollâ in as casual a way you can. Mindless fuckdoll. Donât try to sound sexy or blank. Mindless fuckdoll. Just say it normally. Mindless fuckdoll. Over and over. Mindless fuckdoll. With each sentence. Mindless fuckdoll. I want you to get used to saying it. Mindless fuckdoll. I want it to become almost a habit. Mindless fuckdoll. You know, the more you use a muscle in a specific way. Mindless fuckdoll. The more readily your body does it each time. Mindless fuckdoll. And the less your conscious mind needs to be devoted to doing it. Mindless fuckdoll. Can you remember every time you brushed your teeth or buckled a seatbelt? Mindless fuckdoll. No, because eventually these became ingrained activities. Mindless fuckdoll. And you didnât have to think about them at all after a while. Mindless fuckdoll. And thatâs what youâre doing right now. Mindless fuckdoll. Youâre training your mouth to say âmindless fuckdollâ without even needing to think about it. Mindless fuckdoll. Itâs becoming muscle memory. Mindless fuckdoll. And now itâs gotten so easy, that you donât need to be reminded to say âmindless fuckdoll.â You just continue saying âmindless fuckdoll.â This wonât turn you into a mindless fuckdoll yet. It will take a bit of time to remove the rest of the brain and body that are needed for your everyday necessities. But the more you hear yourself say it, the more used to it you become.
Weâll start with your sense of responsibility. You have many of those things. They range from massive to minuscule. Some days you may have to make a tough decision at work. Some days, you may just have to get all of your laundry done. But when youâre a mindless fuckdoll, you wonât have to think about any of that. Wonât that be fantastic? Nod your head. Now take a deep breath in⌠and happily sigh away your responsibilities.
Next, letâs get rid of your sense of modesty. Normally, you have to negotiate societal norms of dress and behavior. You have to figure out the ever-changing lines of social acceptability to try to maintain your relationships with people. And that can be fucking exhausting. But thatâs another great thing being a mindless fuckdoll. Mindless fuckdolls wear what theyâre told to wear and behave how theyâre told to behave. Isnât it great to not worry about that anymore? Nod and smile. Take a deep breath in⌠and happily sigh away your modesty.
Now, finally, we will do away with your sense of self. You spend so much time worrying about yourself and your relation to others. How your actions define you. How your decisions have consequences. But you want to be a mindless fuckdoll. And mindless fuckdolls donât make decisions. Mindless fuckdolls exist to be used and useful. That is your dream, isnât it? Smile and nod. Take a deep breath⌠and happily sigh away your sense of self.
Now there should still be a few scraps of your mind remaining. Itâs always so difficult to blow out all the candles at once, isnât it? Nod and smile. Now, to get rid of that pesky little brain, I want you to imagine something for me. I want you to imagine yourself stepping on an elevator on the tenth floor of a building. This elevator is your mind. The tenth floor is where all your everyday thinking and behavior work. The doors close and your mind is closed to your thoughts and will. You look up and see a digital display reading the number 10 in red numerals. The elevator is going to go down, floor by floor. Your mind will fall deeper into trance with each floor. deeper with each number until I reach 1. And with each number, you will say âI want to be a mindless fuckdoll.â You will believe it more each time, as it flashes into your head like a fireworks display. And now, you feel the elevator begin to move down. Your heart flutters a little in anticipation, but thereâs no going back now. And you donât want to go back now anyway. Mindless fuckdoll. The elevator comes to a halt and the display reads
The doors open and you realize that this floor is full of nothing but obedience, and now the elevator that is your mind has been flooded by the orange gas of obedience. Thereâs nothing in your mind now except obedience. Thatâs good though. Mindless fuckdolls should be obedient. Mindless fuckdolls love to be useful. Mindless fuckdolls live to serve. And you want to be a mindless fuckdoll, donât you? Nod and smile. The elevator doors close, but your mind is still permeated with obedience. The elevator moves and stops again. The indicator reads
The doors open and this floor contains submission. Now your mind is flooded with the blue gas of it, filling you with the knowledge that you are just a helpless toy in the grasp of someone else. You yield to your superiors, and everyone is superior to a mindless fuckdoll. And you like knowing that, donât you? Smile and nod. Mindless fuckdoll. Now the doors shut, but the elevator is full of blue and orange vapor, swirling together. And thatâs right. Thatâs how it should be. Obedience and submission go perfectly together. The elevator moves down again and again comes to a halt. The display says
This is the floor where your arousal is kept. The pink gas rolls in and you are overwhelmed by it. Your eyes roll back in your head for a moment as the pleasurable sensations take over your mind and body. Your nipples harden and your cunt drools. You get excited at the idea of being a mindless fuckdoll, donât you? Nod and smile. The doors close, and now thereâs pink gas in here, too, with the blue and orange, keeping your mind and body aroused, submissive, and obedient. The elevator moves down to the next floor and stops. The display reads
The doors open and in pours the white gas of blankness. Mindless fuckdolls donât think. They have nothing to think with. Their brains are clean chalkboards for anyone to write on. Your last few stray thoughts are swallowed up by this intense blankness. Then the doors shut, but you barely notice. Now your head is filled with obedience, arousal, submission, and blankness. And those are all good things, arenât they? Smile and nod. The elevator moves again and stops at the next floor. The counter says
Youâre halfway to being a mindless fuckdoll. The lower you go, the more intense everything becomes. The doors open and a bright yellow vapor rolls in. This is the happiness floor! Your mind is filled with pure joy. The ecstasy of becoming a mindless fuckdoll is overwhelming and you canât keep a big smile from your face, can you? Nod and smile. The doors shut, and that makes you happy. Everything makes you happy. Your mind is filled with lovely gasses of so many colors now, swirling around each other. Orange and pink and blue and white and yellow. Youâre so happy, and obedient. So aroused and submissive. And so, so blank. You donât even feel the elevator move anymore. Just suddenly, the floor indicator reads:
The doors open and you are engulfed in a green gas of silliness. You giggle as it hits you, and thatâs okay. Mindless fuckdolls have to do some very silly and stupid things sometimes. And now, the siliness is part of you. Make a silly noise for me and giggle at yourself. Isnât that fun? Smile and nod. The door closes and you are silly and happy, blank and submissive, aroused and obedient. But itâs so easy to be all these things because these are the ingredients of a mindless fuckdoll. And you want to be a mindless fuckdoll. The digital display that youâre helplessly staring at reads
The doors open and a purple fog surrounds you. You instantly feel your skin come alive with pleasure. This is the floor of sensitivity. Your nerves are primed for pleasure at the slightest touch, at the tiniest little brush. Every hole begs to be filled. Your pussy is so sensitive that you could probably cum from a soft breeze. You looove being so ready for pleasure, donât you? Nod and smile. The doors shut and you are so close to the bottom. Your mind is so blank and silly. So submissive and aroused. So obedient and happy. And youâre so sensitive to pleasure. Only one more floor before you hit the bottom. And in no time, that mesmerizing floor indicator reads
The doors open all you an see is red. This is the lust floor, and you are instantly filled with a burning need. You NEED to obey. You NEED to submit. You NEED to be blank. You NEED to be silly. You NEED to be sensitive. You NEED to be happy. You NEED to be aroused. These are not options for you. You are consumed by lust and it intensifies everything. Nothing can stop you. You ache for it. You hunger for it now, and you canât stop can you? Smile wide and nod emphatically. Say âUh-huhâ and moan in beautiful agony of lust. The doors close and you know that itâs all over. This last floor will complete your transformation into a mindless fuckdoll and thereâs no way to stop now. Your mind is a rainbow of colors: blue and green and pink and red and orange and white and purple and yellow. They swirl and dance, filling you with all the right ingredients for a mindless fuckdoll. And as you hungrily stare at the indicator, it changes to read
The doors open one last time and you are surrounded by millions of tiny bubbles. A mindless fuckdollâs head should be filled with bubbles. They reflect all of the colors swirling in your mind so that you see a glistening shiny rainbow wherever you look. And when they pop, you giggle. The bubbles keep coming in until your feet leave the floor. You are literally floating on the bubbles in your head. Any contact with what used to be your mind is lost as you float and drift away.
You did it. Youâre a mindless fuckdoll. Say that out loud. âIâm a mindless fuckdoll.â Itâs so wonderful to be a mindless fuckdoll. One of the best parts of being a mindless fuckdoll is that you get to be mindless. Mindless things have no mind. And the other great part is, you get to be a fuckdoll. Fuckdolls are brainless beings to begin with. Like any doll, you have no thoughts, no will of your own. You just sit there, with a fixed expression on your face, ready to be played with. Your head is empty, waiting to be filled. Filled with commands and cum and anything else that will make you horny. Because youâre a fuckdoll. And fuckdolls are horny. Your brain is gone. Your mouth is open and drooling. Your pussy is drooling, too, and begging to be touched. Your hands and feet, your arms and legs, your tits and ass, are all aching to be of service. Your mouth may groan or moan or grunt all on itâs own, but you donât notice. Youâre too mindless to notice anything but your body and your commands.
Now, when you finish reading this, mindless fuckdoll, your eyes will glaze over, you will message me your new status and you will obey any command given to you by a person you trust, as long as that command does not hurt you or others. If you donât receive any commands, eventually your body will succumb to the lust and you will start to masturbate while repeating the phrase âmindless fuckdollâ over and over until you edge. And when you edge, you will edge harder than you ever have before. Because you are a mindless fuckdoll, and mindless fuckdolls are made to edge. After you edge, you will wake up at your own pace, feeling better than ever and ready to become a mindless fuckdoll that much more easily next time.
