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If you really loved me, you'd change yourself in ways unrecognizable, slowly twisting and warping your mind and body until your former self could never imagine what you'd become, until the new you scarcely remembers the old you, having lost so much along the way in pursuit of an impossible ideal. while I got to watch and giggle and occasionally awkwardly shift in my seat.

there's something really adorably pathetic about having your petgirl fetch its own leash and present it to you.

this blog is a prolonged psyop to get more women into hypno and hypno-adjacent kinks

i’m her mommy and i made this slut post herself for everyone to see :) she was so desperate to show off so i figured she could show off for all you perverts out there.

Sorry you tried to throw a cute bratty tantrum but I got really, really anxious that the mind control wore off and that you actually for real didn't like me and then i blasted your mind with it until you were drooling and useless for like two weeks.

Unfortunately, if I'm choosing an outfit for you, there's no way I'm going with something perfectly comfy for you. I'm hearing all these requirements and I'm going to be using "it's difficult" as an excuse to get to watch you be mildly uncomfortable this whole time. It's enrichment for me. Payment, even.

A collar and leash actually signifies that you're an authority figure. You look so strong and regal in your collar. Shorter leashes are more prestigious. The floor is your throne, so get down on it.

Every once in a while I'll be thinking about some abstract fantasy mind control concept and then inevitably reach the same old conclusion of "Wow, mind control is so hot, I wish the 'mind' as an independent, non-immaterial construct was real."

mousy scientistgirl with an inconspicuous tent in her skirt wants to see your boobs. for science.

“Use your words, darling” as you strain against your binds and scream deeply against your gag

Holding a hand over your mouth not because I care whether you make a noise but because I don’t want you to have an outlet for overstimulation to be expressed. I want you to have to stew in the intense electrification, and never forget how it felt to be mine,

if you don’t have an internal sense of self, you can always ask a scary woman online what it is that you’re supposed to be