Sleepylips

Restarting ✨

Just accept that your cunt controls you, it feels so much better for you if you give up and let your cunt take over.

Just listen to her... You just want to be happy. Stop thinking and obey the commands of your cunt.

Obey, and let the porn and pleasure guide you. I promise, you're gonna feel so much happier and you're gonna love it to be addicted to the commands of your cunt.

Be a good girl... Repeat it!

“That’s it…” Your hypnotist said. “Sinking into your mantra, toy. Sinking into the repetition. Just letting yourself get lost in the sensations it creates.”

“Braindead…” Was the next word from your lips.

They laughed at you. “You are braindead. Stupid… Dumb… Ditzy.”

Their words inflamed a horny part of your brain. It was responding to them, not you. “Sexdumb.”

“And Sex dumb… Yeah, that’s appropriate.” You felt them cup your chin, examining you.

Braindead… Sexdumb…”

“Your sex is doing all the thinking for you after all.” They said. “Any thought your brain tries to have gets redirected, arriving between your legs as a wave of pleasure and arousal.” As they said it, you felt it. The pleasure, the lust, trickling in.

“And it just feels so good, to brainwash yourself deeper. The more you repeat those words, the more totally they encompass your mind, until there’s nothing left.”

“Braindead. Sexdumb.” Nothing else exists.

“Braindead, sexdumb.” They said. “Good toy. Deeper and deeper.”

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You’ll still speak and act like you did before. I just know that you’ll remember the sign. You’ll remember what it means.

No brain, all sexy. Trance deep, mind asleep.

Today’s a good day to hypnotize yourself and edge

You weren't really asleep, not yet. You could feel it, though, creeping up on you. Your body felt heavy, and your mind felt slow. Your eyes were open, but they couldn't focus on anything. Even the screensaver you were watching was nothing but a blur.

Screensaver? Show? You don't remember what they called it. You're vaguely aware it was nothing but a pretext to get you to stare at the screen.

Stare at the pretty colors. Let them into your mind. Let the messages into your thoughts. Let their wishes become your thoughts.

This isn't what you wanted, is it?

Is it?

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. Your lips just hang, parted. You don't have any thoughts left. There aren't any words left for you to say. The next time you speak, the words that come out of your mouth might not even be your own. They might have been placed there by the colors, by the soothing voice above you.

That thought feels so good.

You aren't really awake anymore. Being awake means thinking and acting. You're still now. You only feel, and everything feels so good.

That makes it even easier to obey when the next command comes.