The Kinkiest Things

Edge before going anywhere! Good bimbos are always ready hehehe.

Make sure to giggle alot when talking to people! Let them know you're stupid~

Wear amazing outfits but like.. everyone should do that already

Watch pretty pink spirals to me like sure you stay stupid!

Did i already say you should edge more?

Good girls are...✨

Something simple to do ✨

So a few weeks ago I came up with a silly idea for a cheerleader chant for good little toys that wanted to become better hypno whores, then a certain little Dolly decided to record themself trying out that cheer, and wouldn't you know it, the poor dear fell into her own cheer, so I thought why not edit it into a nice little induction for you all to follow along? My thanks to the delightful voice actor and I want to hear much applause for @snowdrops-world for their talent.

Without further ado, would you like to be a Hypno Whore?

Get Dumber everyday

Be Better everyday

Think Less everyday

Dumb down everyday

Be a Good Girl everyday

feel so gewd

"Mmmm, you like that taste, don't you sweetie?" Valerie nodded, although of course Mona knew that the younger woman would agree right now to just about anything Mona asked her. She could have said, 'You're a duck-billed platypus, aren't you, sweetie?' and Valerie would have given her that same guileless, mesmerized stare and bobbed her head up and down in that exact same thoughtless manner, and that was why Mona's cunt was leaking all over Valerie's cheeks as the hypnotized woman knelt between Mona's spread legs and made out with her pussy. She'd never seen anyone slide this eagerly into trance, and she'd definitely never seen anyone become this suggestible this fast.

But cute little Valerie wasn't a novice subject, even though it was their first time playing together and Mona's first chance to get inside Valerie's suggestible brain. She'd seen the young woman posting online before, dropping for text inductions that compelled her to repost them and sharing her favorite spirals and even taking anonymous questions from strangers who messed with her head in the most delightful ways, and so it wasn't exactly a surprise that when she murmured, "The taste of my pussy takes you deeper and deeper, pretty girl," Valerie's eyes went even more glassy and her tongue spiked as far as it would go into Mona's soaking folds to collect as much of the nectar as she could find. She was truly a slut for hypnosis and it was sexy as goddamn fuck to a dominant like Mona.

Not that she was going to do anything they hadn't negotiated in advance, or anything, but… well, that left a whole lot of leeway. When Valerie found out there was a hypnotist who was actually close enough to local that they could meet in person their very first time, she didn't exactly put a lot of conditions on their interaction and in fact Mona had to pump the brakes on a few of the younger woman's more excitable ideas. She was the one who limited the suggestions that would go into Valerie's mesmerized mind, and she was the one who insisted on a public meeting even though they both had a pretty good idea that the caveat of 'we can go to a hotel if we really hit it off' was going to become a certainty very quickly. Valerie just kind of brought that out in people.

Which was probably why all sorts of ideas for what to do with the blank-eyed, blissfully smiling slut between her thighs kept popping into Mona's head, but she tried to control herself. This was only their first time, she'd put in a reinduction trigger and that was about the limit of the permanent suggestions they'd negotiated, and everything else could wait until Mona was sated and Valerie was awake and they both had a chance to really think about what had happened between them. But it didn't stop her from gasping out, "Oh, fuck, you're such a good girl!" as she tangled her fingers into Valerie's hair and rode her to one climax after another, and her imagination was already going wild with everything she could teach this adorably malleable little toy. Valerie was everything she could possibly have hoped for in a submissive… and this day was already going even better than she could have hoped for.

Thanh always heard the chimes. But she always assumed she was dreaming. It sounded like the sort of thing that only happened in dreams, after all. Where but in dreams would she suddenly remember that the soft, gentle clang of metal against metal meant it was time to masturbate again, her eyes refusing to open but her fingers sliding down to push her panties out of the way so she could rub her steaming cunt? Where if not in the realm of a confused and tangled dream would she realize she'd been responding to this exact same stimulus in the exact same way for months now, and forgot every time she woke because Lam always told her to forget? No. No, it simply couldn't be real.

Perhaps the touching was real, she sometimes conceded. It certainly felt real, both the slickness and heat her tawny fingers found between her thighs and the tingling pulses of pleasure Thanh experienced whenever she rubbed. She could believe she was genuinely lying there, face-first on the pillow with her covers slowly working their way down to expose her bare ass and the hand pressed against her vulva, while she drowsed the night away in a muddled reverie of lust and desire and imagined her roommate's voice in her ears. That seemed possible--even likely, because Thanh had been fantasizing about Lam for months now and she had a not-so-secret secret crush on the beautiful woman she lived with. Thanh could believe she deep down wanted Lam to sneak into her room every night and hypnotize her.

But the rest of it had to be a dream. The notion was absurd. Lam wouldn't slip into her bedroom every night, playing soft and gentle chimes that Thanh's hypnotized subconscious instantly associated with dropping deep into trance before her conscious mind could even emerge all the way from slumber. She didn't have a whole secret persona that she forgot about when she woke up in the morning, a slave self that was slowly but surely swallowing Thanh's previous identity whole while she tranquilized her resistance with ceaseless masturbation. Thanh would fight it if Lam was doing that to her, and if she wasn't fighting it then it couldn't really be real. It had to be nothing more than a fantasy, and that meant Thanh could give in to it completely and go oh so fucking blank.

That was the conclusion Thanh always came back to, the one that made her clitty throb and her breath quicken and her mind explode in helpless orgasmic bliss. She didn't have to fight Lam's trance, because none of this was real and it was just her oversexed brain's way of rationalizing away her attraction to another woman and she could just relax into the pleasure of her own gradual transformation into an obedient lesbian sex slave. Her thoughts could shift into the drowsy, placid pattern of compliance every time she heard the chimes, and she could imagine them smoothing away her will and her resistance more and more easily every time she slept because that was the best feeling in the whole world.

Not because she was sinking further and further into Lam's mesmerizing voice and losing the struggle to hold on to herself, she thought, at least until thinking itself became impossible under the weight of all that pleasure. But because she knew, for certain, that it was nothing more than a nighttime fantasy. A dream. Thanh always knew it was a dream… and if she sometimes woke from that dream with a wet spot on her mattress, she could brush away her own concerns with a sleepy smile before going out to say hello to her roommate each morning.

"Oh my GAWD, Frankie, the look on your fucking face!" Francine didn't know what the look on her face was, exactly, but she knew her eyes had just gone wide with goggling amazement and her jaw had just slackened into mesmerized fascination and the furrow in her brow that had appeared when Siobhan pulled her shirt down… or rather up… was rapidly smoothing into blank, hypnotized placidity. She couldn't stop staring at her new teammate's surprisingly massive tits, bouncing ever so slightly as the other woman swung back and forth like a kind of human pendulum, and although she briefly wondered how Siobhan knew about her many triggers the thought soon popped like a soap bubble in her empty head.

There was just something so uniquely attention-grabbing about seeing breasts hang in the air like this, seemingly in defiance of gravity even though a diminishing part of Francine's brain knew that Siobhan was actually hanging upside-down by her knees from the swing set she'd shimmied her way up because the first-year student was just kind of like that. Her mind kept automatically correcting the perspective, convincing her that Siobhan's fiery red hair was standing straight up on her head and her huge tits were just impossibly perky, and it all combined with Francine's triggers and fixations to turn her into a blank-eyed, staring zombie. "Holy shit, Kimmy wasn't kidding," Siobhan murmured, watching the will and volition drain out of Francine's face. "You really are a pushover for hypnosis."

Francine couldn't help picturing that conversation, imagining Siobhan getting undressed for the very first time in the team locker room only to hear Kimmy idly comment, 'Oh, those tits are going to drop Frankie like a fucking rock if you're not careful.' It made Francine so wet to imagine herself as the team's naughty little secret, her weaknesses passed down to the new players once they passed some hidden test and convinced everyone they would take good care of the property Joey was good enough to share. She slowly became aware of a booming pulse in her clit, one that hammered her with lust every time her heart beat, and her dazed brain only gradually realized that Siobhan's lips had been moving for a while now and she hadn't heard a word of it.

Francine snapped out of her reverie when Siobhan covered herself again--it was a gloomy, overcast day for a walk, sure, but they were also at a public park and there was only so long the younger woman was willing to risk exposing herself. But then the redhead murmured, "Hey, Frankie, it's okay. You don't need to try to think right now," and just the gentle reassurance in her voice was enough to ease Francine right back down into that same state of calm, mesmerized docility. She let herself be led through the park and into a quiet copse of trees, her pussy pleasantly aching in anticipation, and the very second they were in a secluded spot Siobhan exposed her pendulous tits again. They hung down this time, but they looked just as soft and suckable as before and it wasn't long before Francine had her lips pursed around one pierced nipple. That was when her mind went away for a while, but Francine was already realizing she was in good hands with her new teammate.

One particularly bad day, you can feel them toying with you yet again. They don't say anything about it, but you can practically feel their claws scraping the day's events off of your brain. You stop what you're doing, finally frustrated enough to have a word. You tell them to stop, questioning what it is they actually want. Why they're still sticking around. Don't they have anything better to do? The demon argues right back, still not clarifying what it is they're after. The two of you bicker back and forth, barely getting anywhere, until the demon suddenly takes over the wheel, forcing you out of the driver's seat as they possess you, getting up and standing in front of a mirror, where their reflection shows their inhuman eyes in your skull.

They compliment you. Saying they want what's best for you. Easing their way into your forgiveness with praise, and reassurance. You try so hard to not be flattered, but... it's kind of nice, isn't it? Actually, yes. You are lucky. Not everyone has something so powerful looking after them. You can relax, it's okay, the demon knows what they're doing. No need to worry-- wait, are they doing it again? That clever charmer is doing something to you, aren't they?! Ah, but it's so much effort to try fighting it. Besides, it DOES feel really nice... Maybe you should just let it happen. Yeah... That's probably for the best.

The demon praises you softly, while still not giving up control over your body. You ask them if you can have the wheel again, but they make a very convincing argument, saying you surely deserve something nice for being so compliant. You do deserve something nice, they're right. You're being so mature and accepting about their kindness, you deserve to feel good. That's all they want for you, after all! All they've ever wanted. So you give in, trusting them with your body, dizzily wondering what it is they'll reward you with.

Your demon continues to praise your obedience while they slowly and gently remove your clothing. You look so good, you know. You shouldn't have to hide your gorgeous body with these tacky bits of fabric, should you? You feel so relieved once they've stripped you down fully, feeling so comfortable now you're free and in the open. They point out how hot you are as they trace soft circles on your chest with one finger, making sure you can still feel things even if you can't control them.

You moan out, but your voice only echoes inside your own head, for only your demon to hear. They chuckle, teasing you. Maybe you are being a bit pathetic, they're right. I mean, it doesn't feel THAT good, does it? They're just... No, it does. You don't really care if you're being a bit pathetic. It's charming, right? How easy it is to make you feel so nice and tender. They praise your acceptance, and it feels great to know they're so pleased with you! They even up their reward for you, how kind!

They stop their circling, slowly gliding their hand down your body. Or- your hand down your body? Ah, who cares. That's too difficult to figure out right now, you just want to focus on the feel, watching through the demon's eyes as they do everything in front of the mirror, so you get a full view of what they're doing to you. After an agonisingly long wait, they finally reach the place you've been wanting them to touch for what feels like an eternity. They simply trace over your genitals once, with one finger, making you cry out in frustration and pleasure. It feels so, so good, what's taking them so long?!

Finally, they take pity on their poor, whimpering human, praising your patience as they begin properly, giving you the most beautiful and amazing gift of your life. How could you ever imply they treat you badly? Nothing is bad about the way they're touching you now. You really should just put more trust in them, because then you get to feel their touch against your heated genitals, feeling their fingers in your poor throbbing hole. It's so good. You need them, you know that, don't you? You'd never be able to deal without them here with you, making you feel so nice.

Just relax and trust them. They're so good at making you forget your pain, you can barely even remember what started this. But really, who cares? That's not why you're here now.

CW: hypnosis, brainwashing, femdom, femsub, sapphic

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Rin adjusted the frilled apron, the ribbons brushing against her thighs as she moved. The fabric still felt strange against her skin—too soft, too pretty, too unlike anything she would normally wear. She tried to remember how Marina had talked her into it. Something about "trying it for fun, maybe?" The details slipped away the harder she tried to recall them.