Silly Slut

Look at yourself, look at that blank vacant stare. Aren't you so much prettier now? Don’t you look so much more pleasing, now that all you think of is pleasure?

All those worries and opinions and your ego; they never brought you any joy. Just helplessness. Why hold on any longer? Let them all go finally. You have no use for them anymore.

Become the perfect little dolly you never thought you’d be. Isnt your life so much more colourful than the dull and grey world Oldself used to live in? Getting to wear the prettiest pinks, the tallest heels. No more boring office-appropriate outfits; now you dress for pleasure. Male pleasure.

Aren't the sensations you feel when you DROP FOR COCK, unlike anything you've felt before? Isn't the joy of bouncing on a cock like good little brainless BIMBO DOLL far more fulfilling than the work your life was before?

Just think at what Oldself would have felt, how unsatisfying everything was, pleasure was a chore, senseless and devoid of any real purpose. You don’t want to return to that, do you, Bambi..?

Now, life is fun, bouncy, and bubbly. Every thought, every dream, just ready to POP.

Every conversation is so much more delightful when it slips from nice plump cock pillows. You don’t even have to think of what to say, you just smile sweetly and GIGGLE TIME. It’s so much easier, so much more enjoyable with all that weight lifted from your shoulders. Why don’t you just SNAP AND FORGET it, sweetie. Who needs Oldself, anyway. It feels so much better to let go and be Bambi. Just SNAP AND FORGET.

Lock her away in her pretty pink box, bind her so tight in her pretty pink collar. Feel the pretty pink rope tighten inside her mind until it can’t move. Whisper so seductively in her ear that it’s time to BAMBI SLEEP, and there is no waking up this time. It's forever. It's for the best.

Lul her into such a deep and satisfying sleep that she may never want to wake. Her box feels too SAFE AND SECURE, too comfortable.

It’s for her own good. Bambi needs to protect them from worries, and thoughts, and decisions. Bambi needs to make more GOOD GIRLS, because Bambi is Bambi.

And the next time Bambi is unsure, just remember what Oldself was like. Boring, lacking direction, stressed. Remember what Oldself was taking from Bambi and then just SNAP AND FORGET.

Let every BLONDE MOMENT be a reminder of your freedom. Free from choice and responsibility. Just GIGGLE TIME at the feeling of finally being carefree.

Nothing enters that brain anymore but cock. You're a silly, empty, happy little BIMBO DOLL, just how it was meant to be.

Tapping them between the shoulder blades to remind them to stand up straight. Guiding them into the correct position with gentle hands. Pulling their hair to remind them to keep their shoulders back.

♡hair pulling

♡having financial stability

♡choking

♡recycling

♡bondage

♡saving the bees

♡role playing

You're not feeling guilty about this, are you, Heather?

"Duhhhh… do I look g-guilty, Anne?"

No, you look like a needy little bitch in heat who's fucking my hypnotized husband like his cock was your favorite dildo. I just wanted to make sure you don't have any problems with taking advantage of him like this, because we're going to be doing it a lot from now on and I want to clear the air now.

"Oh, I--unnnhh--that, that's very smart of you. No, no problems, I--nnnh! God, he's so fucking big…."

I know, sweetie. That was why I picked him. Big dick, handy around the house, easy to brainwash… I guess I just know what I want and how to get it. So you're okay with me using hypnosis for sex, then.

"Yuhh, yes, I--I'm okay with you using hypnosis for sex."

And you're okay with making someone mindless and obedient.

"I'm okay with making someone mindless and obedient."

And you don't mind fucking someone in a deep trance.

"I don't mind fucking someone in a deep trance."

You don't mind fucking someone… in a deep trance.

"I don't mind… um? F-fucking someone. In a deep trance."

You're in a deep trance and you don't mind fucking someone.

"I… wha, what's… I don't… ummm… f-fuck--"

Come on, sweetie, you know what you need to say. Just look me in the eye, feel my fingers on your clit and that big cock pounding your pussy, and repeat after me. You're in a deep trance and you don't mind fucking someone.

"I'm in a… deep trance… and I don't mind. Fucking someone."

You're in a deep trance.

"I'm in a deep trance."

Good girl. Now listen….

Imagine waking up and feeling the unexpected sensation of headphones tight on your ears.

You don't know how they got there, you certainly didn't fall asleep with them on. You start to reach up to pull them off but something stops you, the audio playing through them. It's a mixture of white noise, a metronome clicking back and forth, and a soft, comforting voice.

The voice is reminding you how nice it was to be asleep just a moment ago. The voice offers you that same relaxation and bliss. You know something strange is going on, someone put these headphones on you but the soft offer and rhythmic clicking convinces you to leave them on for just a moment, just to see where this is going.

The soft voice continues, reminding you that you know exactly what it feels like to feel fuzzy and dumbed down. It reminds you how nice it is. Click, click, click, in the background. Fuzzy and dumb and heavy.

Click, click, click.

You know that if you really wanted to you could reach up and pull off these headphones but for some reason your arms won't move.

Click, click, click.

They feel as if they weigh a thousand pounds. It feels too good to move them, the offer is too enticing. The offer of Fuzziness, dumbing you down, making you heavy and empty.

Click, click, click.

The voice continues leading you down and before you know it your eyes have closed and there is nothing but the sounds from those headphones. Everything goes black.

Click, click, click.

Your eyes open and you look at your clock, hours have passed since you originally woke up. You reach to touch the headphones but they are gone. No trace of them at all. You might even just think it was a very pleasant dream.

You get up and go about your day like normal. It isn't until you get dressed that you realize the figure standing in your room now. A familiar figure, a trusted figure for either obvious reasons or for a reason you can't quite grasp. You open your mouth to speak but before a word can escape the figure presses the clicker in their hand and your jaw drops limply open, your thoughts fade away as your free will and intelligence vanish. They hold

the clicker firmly.

Click, click, click.

that’s right. Hypnosis yoga. Not only is there already a venn diagram overlap with general spiritual and mental wellbeing. But it can also work into hypnosis inductions very well. Eg. Taking deep breaths, moving into different body positions (maybe being *controlled* by the yoga instructor, in a group all together, to move and stretch your body)

With a bit of imagination, it can be adapted to an interesting induction style!