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bend me to your will. bend my reality and shape it into whatever you wish.

take me, break me, use me.

change me.

make me your mindless, obedient thrall. remove my resistance. make it so i wouldn't want to resist in the first place.

ruin me. corrupt me. make me worse.

tease and toy with me for your entertainment. override my control. brainwash me deeply. make me need it.

please just take me completely.

As a corrupted, obedient hypnosub one of the hottest things you can do for your Owner is help Them manipulate your cutest friend into a deep, relaxing trance. After all, your friend trusts you, why wouldn't your Owner use that trust to get what they want.

You know you've been such a well-behaved toy when your friend kneels naked before your Owner, repeating the mantras that have been programmed into their empty mind. If you're very lucky, you get to wrap the shiny new collar around their throat as they pledge their eternal obedience.

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you were just like any other girl when I met you. Except for that damn praise kink. It was easy to pick up on. The people pleaser who beamed whenever anyone recognized their efforts. A few weeks in to hanging out I dropped My first "good girl" on you when you brought Me a drink. I could see your brain melt in real time. you were Mine only a few days later.

For years we dated. Slowly, deliberately, I praised the behaviors I liked and ignored those that I didn't. I was never direct, just offering or withholding praise.

Now look at us, standing here at the alter exchanging our vows. Well, I'm standing. you're leashed, on all fours, wearing a white see-through bra, the crotchless lace panties, and white stockings. you look so good like this, and see how happy you are?

Our receiving line will be you giving oral sex to anyone who lines up for it. The reception will be an orgy with fifty of our closest "friends". Cake isn't what your face is going to end up coated with tonight.

But for now, you look up briefly when prompted and speak: "I do". What a good girl you are ❤️

Saw a post recently where someone was lamenting how boring their professors were, and all they wanted to do instead was get lost in spirals, coaxing words, and blissful mindlessness. Poor thing.

But this got me thinking.

College professor who leads a lecture, any subject, who knows the power of his words. But he doesn’t use this power for evil; rather, he uses carefully constructed language, repetition, even snaps, for some reason (seriously, why does this guy keep snapping during lecture? Is he afraid we’ll fall asleep?) to make sure the information sticks. Sometimes he’ll have the class repeat things out loud, even several times in a row (again with the damn snapping…), and use the same phrases in subsequent lectures. It is a bit odd that sometimes students will soundlessly repeat the phrases whenever they come up, several of them moving their mouths in unison to the rehearsed words, but he doesn’t seem to notice (and if he does, he doesn’t seem to mind).

It’s weird as hell, but you’ve got to hand it to him – it works. Even students who struggle in other classes or have never been “good at school” find themselves motivated to study, to attend lecture, to do well in his class. He has great reviews, students love attending office hours (though sometimes they do leave wondering just where the last hour went…), and most importantly, students do end up doing well – and the material seems to be ingrained in them for quite some time after the course has ended.

You wonder what makes him such an effective teacher, and after you get your degree, you find him on social media and reach out. He thanks you for your kind words, and offers to have “office hours” at his place this weekend, since he’s swamped during the week. You happily oblige – you’ve been wanting to hear him speak again, and agree to be there this weekend.

You show up, just a bit early, dressed to impress, though you’re not quite sure why – he was just a professor for one class, after all. He greets you at the door, same warm smile that you remember, that cadence just as inviting as it was in every lecture you attended. As you catch up over coffee, you ask your questions, and listen with rapt attention as he divulges the secrets of his teaching success. But as he goes on, you notice that it becomes harder to concentrate. Harder to focus. It’s easy to listen, but you can hardly keep your eyes open, can hardly keep a coherent thought, can hardly…

The next thing you’re aware of is the closing of his front door, getting into your car, and driving home – a drive you hardly remember. It isn’t until you’re thinking about the day’s events later that evening when you realize you don’t remember a word he said, which you usually do. In fact, you hardly remember anything about your visit. And, though slightly unrelated, you could’ve sworn you had put underwear on this morning, you’re sure of it…

You sigh, a bit mad at yourself for not being able to remember the answers that you were so excited to finally hear from him. You consider reaching out again, asking if you could come back next weekend to hear more – you could put it under the guise of what he said really stuck in your mind, and you wanted to hear more, really get his thoughts.

You know what, yeah… That does sound like a good idea.

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Don't you think it would be nice to relax, to let go of all the stress you feel from work, from family, and just give in to a pendulum, or a spiral, or someone's eyes?

Don't you think it would be nice to drop, to give in to that feeling you crave every waking moment, to fall into a deep hypnotic trance at the command of someone else?

Don't you think it would be nice to obey, to no longer have to think about what you want, to give up all responsibilities and desires to let someone else decide for you?

Don't you think it would be nice to be someone's hypnotized toy?

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I once heard that a good way to get someone to agree to a bigger ask is to get them to agree to a smaller ask first. I've always wondered how far that reaches, how far you can reasonably take that.

Come here. Won't you sit next to me?

It's such a fascinating idea, really. To be able to start with something so simple, something like, "Could you tell me your name?" Something that anyone would mindlessly comply to anyw -- oh, that's a beautiful name, darling, thank you for telling me. See? It's so easy to obey such a simple task, but how do we get to the bigger ones?

Here, I'll tell you my idea, but sit a little closer to me. I don't want too many people hearing this part. Now, listen very carefully. I'm going to keep my voice down so only you can hear this. Are you listening? Good. Focus on my every word.

So, the trick is this: Make them unaware that they're already obeying what you tell them. Oh, come on, I feel like that deserves a bigger reveal. Put your hand over your mouth and give a theatrical gasp or something. Hey, that was actually pretty good; thank you for boosting my ego. But now I've gotten you all worked up, can you take a deep breath for me? Good, just like that, and out... There you go. Keep on breathing deeply. You're doing so well.

Doing so well at what? Well, at obeying what I tell you, of course. In fact, you've been obeying me this entire time. I've given you no less than ten instructions, and you've obeyed them all perfectly.

Ten

instructions, and you didn't hesitate to obey. Even at

Nine,

you couldn't possibly have noticed, much less at

Eight.

By the time you obeyed instruction number

Seven,

you were already in too deep. You still are. And as we reach

Six,

I wonder if you're aware of the countdown. We only have

Five

numbers left before it drops completely. Just

Four

to go now, and your thoughts are already starting to melt away.

Three,

and you continue to relax, sink deeper for me. As we sit, just the

Two

of us, you realize that it feels so nice to obey. In fact, I have

One

last instruction for you.

Drop.

Stop thinking. Give in to how good it feels to obey. Keep breathing deeply, keep focusing on my voice, just keep giving in to me. I'll take care of the rest.