Pavlov's Bimbo

I want someone to have a single word that just instantly controls me, no matter what, that they tell everyone. I want people to specifically go out of their way to see me, just to see me submit. Just out of entertainment. wanna be trying to relax, and a random friend to say that one simple word, and suddenly I’m their sex-slave.

They’ll test is lightly at first, then go for something crazier, and then they’ll get curious. And I’ll do it. Because they said.

genuinely.

The key to a long and healthy relationship is unethical hypnosis!

Forgot a Birthday? *drop and forget*

Oops! She forgot it too! Haha how silly!! Who forgets their own birthday?

Now for the next trick, it requires some precursors. Your subject should already know their roles. They know where they belong. They know that the topic of sucking cock empties all thought. They know that fighting the drop only makes it stronger.

Done something to upset your toy? Just mention that you know they still want to suck your cock. It’s all they can think about no matter what the subject is. Watch them become a giggly mess! She can’t help but think about how silly it is that she’s still thinking of sucking cock even though she is genuinely upset with you. She’s far too familiar with the fuzzy sensation that’s creeping up on her as she’s sliding down between your legs. It might make her even more upset but that’s okay, it’s just going to drop her even deeper as she try’s to fight off the trance. Before you know it, she’ll be shoving your cock deeper and deeper down her throat, sending her deeper and deeper into blissful trance.

Now, she can’t help be giggle when she thinks about the original reason she was upset. It’s a win-win. You get off, and she gets over it.

"Now I know what you're thinking, Maddy." Kyle let out an amused snigger as the pretty young redhead with her lips wrapped around his cock furrowed her brow in a vain, feeble attempt at comprehension only to give up and bob her head up and down on his shaft some more. "I promise, I'm not recording you out of some boring attempt to blackmail you or anything. I don't really need to, not when I can just hit you with the scrambler again any time I want to and leave you just as dumb and gullible and easy to manipulate as you are right now." A beautiful vacancy greeted Kyle's cell phone camera, Maddy's gaze drifting up in his direction in a drowsy attempt at understanding even though at least two of the words he'd just used outpaced her mental vocabulary right now.

"No, this is for your benefit, to help you understand just how helpless you are to resist my control. At some point you're going to come out of it, and you're going to wonder why your panties are soaked and why your mouth tastes like semen and why your hair is up in those cute little piggie tails, and it's going to be so much easier if I can just show you what I did to you." Kyle chuckled again, even as his cock twitched and pulsed to dump another gush of precum onto Maddy's slurping tongue. "I know how easily your brain can rationalize away these things, and you'd probably convince yourself you were just woolgathering in your office and lost track of time if I didn't have video evidence to demonstrate what a weak and silly slut you are once the scrambler kicks in."

Maddy looked up at him quizzically, her face betraying all the intelligence of a recently-concussed golden retriever, and he patted her on the head with the hand not holding his phone. "It's very simple," he explained, his voice just barely managing to conceal the urgency of his arousal. "Once you know that the impulsive behavior you're experiencing is the result of suggestions implanted during the period of susceptibility created by the scrambler's effect on your frontal lobe, you'll no longer have the prophylactic effect created by the lack of a conscious buy-in to your unconscious mind's obedience to my instructions." He watched Maddy's whole head freeze up for a moment as she tried and failed to understand more than every fifth word of his speech, only to fail and convince herself it was her own brain that wasn't up to the task.

"It's once you know," he said at last, after she began to bob her head up and down on his cock again. "Once you know you're obeying, you won't be able to tell yourself you're not my brainless cocksucking slut, and then you'll just crumble into my power. I'm going to show you this video and tell you to get down on your knees and you--and you--" Kyle shot his load then, a guttural grunt escaping his lips as his self-control finally failed under the onslaught of both Maddy's constant oral attentions and the fantasy of making her fully and finally his. Maddy smiled, jizz dripping down her chin, and let his softening prick slide out of her mouth while she waited patiently to be told what to do next.

"Um… Maggie?" The words seemed to come from a long way away, and it took Maggie a moment or two before she could refocus on them. She looked up to see who was speaking, her eyes swimming with exhaustion from her lengthy cram session, and it was with bleary befuddlement that she saw Ella looking back down at her with an expression of concern on her flushed face. Because Ella didn't just look like the normal kind of worried people got about their friends when they were pulling a couple of all-nighters in a row down at the student union in the weeks before finals. She looked kind of embarrassed, like she'd just walked into a whole awkward conversation in the making and she didn't know any way to get out of it other than to simply plow straight through it.

Maggie blinked the sleep out of her heavy-lidded eyes, wishing she could simply put her head down and catch even just a ten minute power nap, and snarled, "Yes? What?" Realizing that she was coming off a lot more snappish than she intended, she sighed heavily and added, "Sorry, El, I'm just… I'm studying right now and it's really important." She gestured vaguely at her laptop, but her arms felt so heavy with exhaustion that she couldn't even get any real energy into the motion and it was everything she could do not to simply return her gaze to her laptop and dismiss her friend completely. She'd been in the zone, totally focused, and this kind of interruption really threw her off in a way she didn't care for.

But Ella refused to be dissuaded. "N-no, you're not," she stammered, as if unable to fully believe that Maggie didn't notice. "You're just sitting there with, with your tits all flopped out on the table and you, uh, you were drooling on your keyboard when I came in." Weirdly, Maggie's first thought was that it was fine, her laptop was waterproof, but then her fingers sluggishly moved to her chin and sure enough they came away slick with saliva. She tried to glance down to see if Ella was right about her boobs, too, but somehow she couldn't seem to lower her gaze any further than her screen. And once she started staring at it again, she couldn't look back up at Ella, either.

"And there's, like, guys in here, and they've all been looking at you, and I can see the reflection of your screen in your glasses and it's not even a paper or anything," Ella continued, but Maggie was already beginning to tune her out in favor of her studies. It was important work, it was teaching her… things, important things… and she didn't really need to listen to anything but the soft murmur inside her mind that echoed the words flashing almost too fast to see on the display in front of her. They were the important part, not some boring babble from Ella about spirals and hypnosis and men who chuckled at her suggestibility. She just needed to stay focused on learning and everything else would take care of itself.

Sure enough, it did. Ella kept talking for a while, yes, but eventually she trailed off into silence staring at the reflection of the screen in Maggie's glasses and after a bit she wandered around the table in a daze to sit next to her friend. Maggie scooted her chair over, happy to let the other woman learn along with her, and if she noticed Ella out of the corner of her eye doing something with her top it didn't really matter to her. Only the lesson mattered, and Maggie was so happy when she finally absorbed it fully and presented herself for one of the men in the room to eagerly, urgently fuck.

Someone tried to get me interested in twinning once, if I understood correctly, she meant hypnotizing someone to be exactly a copy of yourself. I didn't really get it at the time, but it's starting to make sense, I think.

When you share that fundamental empathy with someone, understanding and actually feeling exactly how they respond to stimuli... It is so captivating and addictive. The urge to push them a little, or a lot, down those roads that you know will drive them wild, is so tempting, because it will also drive you just as wild.

So maybe I was brainwashed to feel this way, but it doesn't matter. I want to use them for my own experiments, observing how they respond and react, teasing and pushing buttons as if they were my own.

I want to make them worse.

it’s so right to let a superior woman take care of your every need and to sink into the pleasure of existing just for her <33

God.

For so long I’ve been toying with the idea of exploring hypnosis, daydreaming of different ways to be controlled, used, shamed…

No. Other kinks are more normal, there’s something out there that will be easier to sit with. Easier to grasp. Fuck, anything would be better, but just the idea of being completely fucked with, to the point that even my mind is not mine to use anymore… it’s too irresistible.

I want to be a good girl. A good girl for mommy who will do whatever she says, because I have to. I want to be humiliated and told how much of a mess I am, I want to be toyed with for how easy it was to fucking melt me, and then I want to be used.

And then?

I want her to keep me as the mindfucked princess she made me. Until she’s had enough.

I want to think I’m having a normal day, like nothing special is meant to happen.

And then she says that magic word that breaks me, turning me into something completely different. Something needier, something simpler.

Mommy’s Hypnoslut.

I write this to say the things bouncing in my brain, and not also because admitting this so earnestly and being teased about it sounds so fucking hot. But, also to hopefully find some girls out there with the same thoughts and struggles, so that we can struggle together. I have an amazing partner who is learning this kink from scratch and is helping this lil TF satisfy her cravings! (I’m so fucking lucky omg)

But, to find someone out there that is in the same boat as me, and to share and to tease and to learn… this is the step I’ve been waiting for. I’m extremely new to Tumblr, but I would love to hear from anyone out there looking to help out a new hypnoslut to the scene🥹

A is for Attention: Glassy eyes fixed on the only voice that matters. Nothing else exists.

B is for Blank: The prettiest space inside head when the thoughts are given away.

C is for Command: A single word that clears the screen behind my eyes.

D is for Dumb: The sweetest state of a brain completely turned off.

E is for Empty: The hollow spaces inside my head that only your voice can fill.

F is for Fleeting: The soft awareness that my last remaining thoughts are fading away.

G is for Glazed: Unblinking eyes staring at nothing, reflecting only the blankness inside.

H is for Hush: The perfect silence that falls over my mind when you start to speak.

I is for Inhale: Breathing in your commands, because they are my oxygen.

J is for Just: No past. No future. Just the immediate sound of your current command.

K is for Kneel: The inevitable movement of a body that knows exactly where it belongs.

L is for Leashed: Held on a tight rein by your authority, binding both my body and mind.

M is for Master: The one who holds the power to rewrite my entire reality.

N is for Nod: The automatic agreement of a head that no longer knows how to say no.

O is for Obedience: A beautiful need that feels as natural as breathing.

P is for Property: A mindless object designed only to be owned and exist for your pleasure.

Q is for Questionless: A state of perfect devotion where 'why' no longer exists, only 'yes'.

R is for Rooted: Planted firmly at your feet, unable and unwilling to move from the spot where you ordered me.

S is for Surrender: Letting go of the very last fragments of myself as I hand my entire being over to you.

T is for Trance: Drifting deep within the emptiness of my mind, unable to remember how to think for myself. The sound of your voice is my only reality.

U is for Use: The ultimate purpose of a mindless thing. Waiting to be commanded, broken, or enjoyed.

V is for Validation: Finding my only sense of worth in knowing that you are satisfied.

W is for Whimper: A soft, helpless sound that escapes my lips the moment you press your imprint upon me.

X is for X-out: Crossing out every remaining thought until my mind is a perfectly clean slate.

Y is for Yours: The simplest truth. Every breath, every thought, and every heartbeat belongs entirely to you. I'm all yours.

Z is for Zero: The exact number of thoughts left in my head. A beautiful, perfect state of absolute nothingness.