#kitty journal

Hello everyone, recently I haven't been able to post much due to college and stress but there's going to be some news about this AU and the blog itself For the Blog If you saw the account interacting with a specific person er cookie in this case @pokerchip-cookie that's my friend's oc as an rp account, which for context. The cookie was made as a twin brother for shadow milk cookie for fun, he yapped about his lore and interaction with my crk ocs and some canon characters and had fun with it, I grew to love Poker Chip Cookie and made him part of the au which is now canon. So apologies for the random roleplay that happened and that @pokerchip-cookie is affiliated with the sweet-tooth-strays blog This blog is now managed by another person @marsh-proot so everyone please welcome him to this silly blog :3 More changes in the pinned info post, please read them accordingly once updated and lastly the account might roleplay with users as well in the ask box but for the users it can be a rare case :) so please don’t worry about it For the AU If you remembered that I'll make a comic about this au, it'll take me a long time to do it due to how busy I am with other projects and irl so my apologies again I'll soon give my crk ocs a toyhouse website so you guys can understand their lore/character much better

I fucked up.

It's a holiday, and so I slept late. But that wasn't the fuckup. I woke up with nothing urgent to do, and with a creepy Jason Mamoa smile, the inescapable urge to drown in self pleasure snuck up on me, ready to pounce. In my not yet concious state, dreamily reminiscing over fading sexy dreams, my hands found themselves drifting where I swore they wouldn't during this experiment.

But fuck, it felt good to indulge. Yet the guilt caught up with me quickly. And just as quickly as I abandoned my discipline for lust, my brain devised a clever rationalization... If I want to train myself to become outrageously aroused wearing purple underwear, I clearly need to actively pair them with a state of heightened pleasure and arousal. Like edging. Naturally.

So off went the black thong I had slept in, and on went a fresh purple one. And with brainwashing approved permission, a freshly charged vibrator appeared out of nowhere, leading the way to a blissful series of edges before I realized I did, in fact, need to be somewhere today.

Fuck. Again.

Now, several hours of driving later, my body is still humming with a frustrated lust, exacerbated by every minor bump and jiggle of the road terminating in a shudder and a frustrated clench of pelvic muscles. I think I mentioned desperation in a previous update, but that was premature. I'm just constantly tingling, and my mind is racing with thoughts that I probably shouldn't write here. And I'm not even wearing the purple thong anymore. This isn't really working out how I intended.

(working title...)

So I'm probably going occasionally monologue selfishly about this whole thing, not every day, and definitely not always this long. But let's be honest, I'm not a concise person, so I will tag these posts with something so you can filter it out if I'm annoying you.

Starting small.

If you missed it, I foolishly committed, via a poll, to a silly challenge where I'd brainwash myself to be controlled by the colour of my underwear. Purple won, and I got 10x more votes than expected. Oops.

Well at least arousal is easy, I'm basically always horny anyways.

I realize that 112 days (16 weeks!) of brainwashing is a lot. Probably too much. I was originally making plans for a week or two of all day conditioning. So many details. So many little brain infection vectors. So many ideas. But today, after ordering myself some new purple thongs, I confronted what 16 weeks means... and then remembered that I have a tendency to rush into things excitedly, to completely overdo it, and burn out spectacularly.

I want this to be fun and to work, so I'm going to be taking it slow.

I have a few goals. I like to visualize the endgame. Maybe I won't ever get there, but sometimes it's important to make sure you're pointed in the right direction.

I want the act of sliding on a pair of purple panties to cause my brain to begin melting with intense arousal. I want my body to twitch involuntarily and my hands to grope myself uncontrollably. I want wild, kinky fantasies flashing across my mind constantly. People fucking me. Fucking each other. Fucking themselves. Fucking minds. Fucking my mind. I want only the faintest hint of inhibition preventing me from blacking out in a feral craze as I seek release in any way possible.

Ahem. Starting small, though, right?

Today I started small.

After a workout, a hot shower, and some body lotion, I was feeling warm and energized, my smooth skin quivering with anticipation. I thought about what I'd be putting on shortly — a cute purple nylon thong. Stretchy and soft, tight and sheer.

I looked in the mirror as my new powerful purple puppeteering fabric slid into place, and a tingle ran through my body. The last week of creeping suspense had built to this moment. I looked good. I felt strong despite being tired and a maybe bit sick, and my skin glowed with the warmth of the shower and the soft sheen of the moisturizer. Purple was already affecting my perception. I am so primed for this.

I didn't realize my fingers had already started probing at my nipples. It's almost unconscious these days, and I gasped a little at the realization. It feels divine. I think I'll add a secondary goal for this experiment — to increase my pleasure from nipple stimulation. How? Well, that's the only way I'm going to touch myself for the next 111 days. Not a strict rule and I'll allow some exemptions, but effectively there will be no edging or orgasms unless it's from nipple stimulation. I want to become more attuned with my body, my mind and my pleasure.

So that's it. I was now fully dressed for my first purple brainwashing session, wearing barely a scrap of the purple gossamer fabric. Well. I still need my headphones. So with the curtains suppressing my vision and lady Sennheiser blocking all sounds, I laid back on my bed and cued up the going into heat file recommended by the inspiring and beautiful Ms. Bloom. My skin was already tingling with anticipation, and I kept repeating simple mantras in my mind: purple makes me hot... purple makes me horny... purple is the colour of my arousal...

It's a new VA/hypnotist for me, and I'm not very familiar. A bit of a leap of faith, I suppose, and my unfamiliarity dulled my ability to drop easily and deeply. But I still felt it. The tingling warmth rippled across me, my fingers couldn't help themselves as they grasp at my nipples. At some point, my back is arched, I'm moaning and my hips are squirming as a moderate tingling and heat grew inside me.

And just like that it was over. 15 minutes. I blinked, stretched, and then regrettably slid off the cute purple thong, and just laid there to cool off a bit. I'm aroused, but it was really just moderate intensity. A good toes-in-the-water moment. It always starts like this for me. Once I'm more comfortable, once my mind and body settle in, once I find the right path for my mind to follow comfortably, I know that this conditioning is going to completely ruin me.

I've been rather busy so there was little progress on my purple conditioning.

Mau met them when the elder witches finished baking the cookies that would protect earthbread from harm, the witches did not mind her presense until The Fount of Knowledge caught eye on the young and naïve Mau, one of the elder witches saw this and made Mau and the virtue cookies become friends.

Cut to when Mau is a teenager, this was the time the virtue cookies became beasts. She visited her cookie friends but to her shock, her friends are no longer them, they have become beasts; the young witch asked so many questions on what happened to them she only wanted to help, and the last thing that he said to her was: “BURN IN THE OVEN MAU YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE PAIN WE WENT THROUGH” and then, the last thing they both saw was a bright light and all their cherished memories, hardships… banished. Amaugusta Hart had forgotten EVERYTHING after the light got her; but the latter did not, only their memories were sealed away along with themselves in it

Time passed and Amaugusta is an elder witch who arrived in beast yeast accompaying Pure Vanilla Cookie. During her stay a dream came to her: A blue cookie crying in his lonely prison with a choir that accompanied him calling out her name, when the elder witch awoke she remembered, the cookies that shaped her to become a witch is sealed by her elders she looked up so much; she had a new goal in mind: save them before it’s too late

“Ohhhhh…. Ohhhhhh…. AMAUGUSTA!!!!”

“They need my help”