Master has made this girl into a cow. Master has made this girl into a cock slave. Master has made this girl a toy. Master has made this girl break itself for him.
Holding your head in my hands as I trance you, gently rocking it around, rolling those last thoughts out of your mind until there’s nothing left but an empty toy.
currently i keep thinking about being programmed by a hypnotherapist; them using their hypnosis to “help” you, while they actually just turn you into a dumb, mindless slut for them. rebuilding and reshaping your mind, making you more and more dependent on them until you leave your life behind and turn into nothing but their pet, their good toy for them to use whenever and however they please. just the thought of having your mind melted slowly but surely, all while thinking they’d never do anything like that is just so hot to me. even better when you slowly notice the ideas and fantasies that have been planted in your mind, thinking that the idea of being a mindless plaything has always been a part of you.♡
What if your tist left little traps around for you. Maybe in places you aren't supposed to be, like redirecting that naughty link in your computer to a spiral flashing all your drop triggers at you. You're not supposed to be touching without permission after all
Or maybe they just do it for fun to tease you, leaving triggers in random places so you'll never know. You get in the shower just to hear your shower speaker saying trigger words to you in their voice. Now you're stuck in the warm water mindlessly. You open the cabinet to get a snack and a pendulum falls out at just the right angle to swing back and forth in your vision and put you under where you stand.
There's certainly many possibilities for hypnotic traps, they could even make you forget that you fell for them so you keep falling for them, and in turn you keep falling.
Setting fire to your mind, burning your thoughts to nothing.
It will hurt for a moment. But, once the pain subsides, you’ll learn to love the warmth of my words and the heat that fills your body as I scatter the ashes of your old self to make way for the plaything you’ll become for me.
so conditioned by them that they can just hold 3 fingers up, count them down one by one and you drop as soon as their last finger goes down- without them having to say a word.
so conditioned that you hear their voice whispering the oh so sweet mantras into your head, making you shiver with the knowledge how deeply their words have gone into that pretty little head of yours.
so deeply hypnotized that their words just slide in so quickly, so easily draining every other thought from your head.
so mindless that they can simply play with you, use you like a toy while they rewrite your mind.
imagine dropping deeper and deeper into trance for them, into that oh so intoxicating feeling of complete emptiness and submission.