Secrets Secrets Are So Fun...

Brainwash me. Gaslight me. Condition me.

Discipline me. Train me. Break me.

Take away my willpower, my opinions, my pride.

Make me malleable. Make me impressionable. Make me docile. Make me less. Make me better.

Improve me. Perfect me.

The ache between your thighs.

The constant wetness.

Its never enough.

No matter what you are doing.

No matter where you are.

The constant ache.

Constant throbbing.

Deep inside you.

Calling to you.

Clawing at you.

Give in.

Sneak away.

Rub.

Look at you.

Pathetic little gooner.

Dignity draining.

Pooling beneath you.

A womb tattoo that makes you always wet, your cunt/cock leaking constantly, dripping down your legs and through your clothes. When you cum you can fill buckets

A womb tattoo with fertility sigils that guarantee you get knocked up every time someone cums inside you, making you swell up faster than natural, often with multiples, turning you into little more than a fertile broodmare popping out baby after baby

A womb tattoo that makes you irresistible. No one can look at you without getting hot and bothered, you can’t go out in public without getting groped at least, raped over and over at most. You’d better be careful in case someone decides they want to keep you

A womb tattoo that makes you extra hypnotizable. Spirals are your number one weakness. All someone has to do is wave their hands and speak in a calm voice to turn you brainless and drooling

A womb tattoo that exposes you in public. If you wear a skirt it will fly up, pants will rip down the ass. A tank top will always slip off your shoulders and expose your chest, white shirts will always get wet and long sleeved shirts will be torn in some way. Better to wear skimpy clothes so you don’t keep having to replace everything.

A womb tattoo that attracts horny monsters to you. Hiking in the woods will lead to being chased down and bred by a pack of werewolves. If you can get away you’ll be accosted by the tentacle monster in the lake, gangraped by goblins and orcs and kidnapped by a dragon whose scaly cock splits you open to lay its eggs in you

I am going to click on like for this post, who cares if the person who reblogged learns what a <degrading adjective> girl I am.

Because, like, I guess I get off on being embarrassed about how <degrading adjective> I am.

Then as I finally muster up the courage to click, I see that I have, in fact, already liked it.

"I… I should fight it," Heather murmured to herself, pushing the princess plug past the tight ring of her anus until it settled neatly into her asshole. "I should resist. But now my mind just--" She broke off, realizing that she was once again slipping into one of the many mantras she'd spent most of the afternoon listening to and it was neatly overwriting the thought she was trying to think for herself. And even though that was hot, and even though it was even hotter to see herself on all fours in front of her mirrored closet door with her drippy cunt and plugged ass fully on display, it did represent a huge jump in her journey into submission and she needed to take some time to think about what she was doing and where she was headed.

And all that concern was about as useful as a paper umbrella when it came to holding back the words pressing against her lips. "--won't exist," she muttered, feeling a surge of heat between her legs and actually seeing her cunt twitch ever so slightly to reward Heather for degrading herself. She wished she had a dildo she could be squatting on right now, a big thick one to make her feel extra small and vulnerable, and that desire came as a shock to her but it didn't stop the craving from intensifying. God, just seeing her own body in the mirror made it look like her whole purpose in existence was to be fucked and used.

Which brought another mantra to mind, and this time Heather was too weak even to hesitate in repeating it. "G-getting dumber," she grunted, her voice hoarse with arousal, "mind on lock, all I am is holes for cock." It was even hotter to say it in front of a mirror, she discovered; she'd been chanting along with the files for most of her masturbation session, stoned and horny and staring at her favorite spirals, and that had been hot as fuck but it was nothing compared to seeing herself reduced to a needy, whimpering fucktoy. Heather began to wonder if she shouldn't record all this, just in case one of her favorite hypnotists wanted to see what his brainwashing was doing to her.

When she reached over for her phone, though, it was already recording, and realizing that she'd already given in to a conditioned impulse and forgotten made Heather's pussy ache so bad she just had to rub it. "I wanna be strokebait," she moaned, "I w-wanna be porn, I want to trance and be reborn…." Her fingers slid freely through the musky channel between her labia, and already Heather knew this was going to be her favorite masturbation pose from now on--she was going to get down on all fours, plug her ass and sit on a dildo, and listen to files through her earbuds until she pictured herself as nothing but a vapid, horny toy for some stranger's amusement. And then--

Heather could feel it taking shape in her own mind, and the best part about it all was that she wasn't even sure if it was her own fantasy or something that was impressed into her subconscious through hours of hypnosis. But she knew what she had to do. She had to contact the hypnotists she liked, tell them she'd been jilling off to their files and it was making her dumber and weaker and wetter every day and she--she-- "I need to be mindless, I need to be owned," she heard herself gasp out. "My slutty cunt needs to be boned." That was when she reached her first edge… but like a good girl, Heather was careful to pull her hand away before it went any further.

You dont need thoughts do you GOONSLUT?

You just need to RUB FASTER

Because the Faster you Rub the Dumber you Get

And the Dumber you get, the Better it Feels

Mindless Slut STOP THINKING

Only Sex. Only Pleasure.

GOONSLUTS Dont CUM

GOONSLUTS EDGE

DESPERATE / WET / DUMB

They pulled the dildo back. Your brain returned to usual, your lips were still parted. “Again.” They said, sliding the dildo back in. Slower. You felt the way it deformed your mind. Pushing thoughts away, squeezing them out. Leaving you unable to think.

And just as it filled your mouth, the began to pull it back again. Your mind felt like rubber, reforming to its shape. Though it didn’t get long to reform, as the dildo slipped back between your lips, deforming your mind. This time, your hypnotist left it there longer.

“That’s it. Just take it. Just sink into trance around it. Brainfucked into oblivion, toy.” They began to slip it in and out of your mouth fast enough that your brain didn’t quite get time to reform itself. “Pushed deeper and deeper with every thrust. It’s okay. Just let it happen.”

The dildo was slick with your saliva. As they pulled it out, you could see the strands of your spittle still attached to it. Your brain felt different. Like it had been pushed out of shape. It felt… Good. Blissful. You wanted more. You needed more. They hadn’t slid the dildo back in.

Instead, they were watching you, interested, as you opened your mouth wider, looking up at them, desperately. “Awh, you want it, toy?” You nodded, softly. “You want me to fuck your mind more?” Another nod, more vigorous. “Okay then. As you wish.” The dildo slipped back in.

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