Pavlov's Bimbo

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.

The last little splinter of resistance in Ann's mind worked itself out somewhere around the seventh month of her pregnancy. Naomi was there when it went; she'd pulled one of Ann's tits out of her loose and flowing maternity dress to to heft it in her hand, just to see how the milk was coming in, and she watched as the brunette gave a tiny shudder and a hitching breath just before her pale pink cheeks spread wide in a beatific smile. Ann's fingers caressed her broad, curvy belly with an erotic thrill Naomi had never seen from her before, and she instantly knew that whatever futile struggle the younger woman had been waging had finally ended in total defeat.

Naomi squeezed Ann's wide brown nipple, bringing up just a tiny bead of milk, and asked Ann, "Is someone looking forward to being a brood mare again?" Previous questions along that line had merely produced a kind of dazed, thoughtless nod that suggested nothing but mindless compliance to Doug and Naomi's will, but Ann's head now bobbed up and down in agreement so vigorous that Naomi very nearly called her husband down for a quick practice run. Just to see if their 'extended houseguest' would respond to getting her pussy plowed the same way she responded to having her udders groped and fondled.

But this particular moment of pure, enthusiastic submission was only going to be fresh and new once, so while Ann was cheerfully burbling things like, "Oh yes, ma'am, your breeder slut wants to get knocked up again so bad right now," Naomi was coming around the couch to sit down next to Ann and run her fingers along the other woman's gently parted labia to feel just how wet subjugation was making her. And sure enough, Ann's pussy was wetter than it had ever been--she was constantly aroused, of course, perpetually lost in a haze of lust from the hypnotic signals constantly pumping themselves straight into her vulnerable brain, but Naomi had never seen a cunt drool like this before. "Oh f-f-fucckkkk, Mistress!" Ann whimpered, and that was when it finally sank in for Naomi that they'd made a slave for life.

Which made her pretty wet too, and she wriggled her skirt up around her hips before giving Ann's teat a long, soulful, suckling kiss that filled Naomi's mouth with creamy milk. "Unh, uh huh, s-suck me Mistress," Ann moaned, even as her hips rolled back and forth against Naomi's fingers, and all of the complex feelings Naomi was working through over brainwashing her old college friend just to solve her fertility problems finally resolved themselves in a tidal wave of pure lust that left Naomi squirming around to find a position that let her grind her pussy against something firm. Ann looked so happy right now, so overjoyed to be reprogrammed into obedience, and even though Naomi knew that was entirely down to a tiny device no larger than a grain of rice implanted into the base of Ann's neck it still meant she truly desired all this. And that was so fucking hot.

Naomi was on her third climax by the time Doug walked in, and she turned her head to smile at him with milk still dribbling under her chin… but before she could say anything, Ann sighed out, "Please fill me with cum, Master," in a tone of dreamy enthusiasm she'd never mustered before, and Naomi knew her husband understood what had happened. And judging by the speed of his undressing, he was just as excited about it as Naomi.

Hey guys! You might not recognize me because I've changed a lot since I started going to this new gym. It's called BimboFit and it's amazing! They have all kinds of machines and equipment that make you feel so good. They also have these cute pink uniforms that show off your curves and make you look hot. I love wearing mine.

When I first joined, I was kinda nervous. I was just a skinny girl who wanted to tone up a bit. But the trainers were so nice and supportive. They told me I had a lot of potential and that I should try the BimboFit program. They said it would make me stronger, healthier, and happier. So I agreed and oh-em-gee, were they totally right!

Like, look at me now! I've gained so much muscle mass and definition. My arms are like super strong, my legs are like super thick, and my abs are like super ripped. I feel so powerful and confident. And don't even get me started on my boobs and butt. They've grown so much, the yummy shakes they give totally help. They're like so big and juicy. The boobs and butt, duh. I'm just like a total bimbo dream. Like for sure.

But that's not the only thing that's changed. Like, I also feel so much happier and dumber. Like, before I used to worry about stuff like work, family, bills, politics, whatever. But now I don't care about any of that. All I care about is working out, looking pretty, having fun, and of course fucking! Like, BimboFit has taught me that life is simple and sexy. You just have to enjoy yourself and make others enjoy you. And that's exactly what I do!

But no one talks about the pain of being smart, do they? How much pressure it put on you. How every achievement had no value because it was expected of you. How your brain refused to ever turn itself off.

Yes, you sure are smart. How's that working out for you? Does it make you happy? You don't seem happy to me. In fact, you seem jealous.

Jealous of dumb people that can glide through life with no concern. Jealous of the laughter of bimbos that don't see a joke is stupid. Jealous of the sluttiness of girls that don't think about the consequences of their actions.

You don't feel so smart now, not in a way that matters.

You are smart. But you don't have to be! You can switch your brain off for a little bit. You have my permission.

And the off button is right between your legs. Cumming only brings the thoughts back, so edge. Edge for a while. Let yourself fall deeper and deeper. Focus on the sensations, the feelings, the porn you are giving your brain to. Leak away your brain. The more you edge, the less you think.

Good girl.

Now stick your tongue out. Drool. Look desperate. Look dumb. The dumber you act, the dumber you get. Dumb is sexy, and sexy makes you dumb. Edge and drool. Edge and drool. Feel how complicated thoughts seem so out of your reach now... you don't need them, do you? Of course not. You need to edge and drool. You need to obey.

Let others be the smart ones. Let others decide for you. Being obedient feels too good, being dumb feels too good, being slutty feels too good.

You know smart people aren't happy. You can escape that trap.

Just edge and edge and let your mind go bye bye... like a bubble that goes pop! Pop! And you drop...