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Mindlevel Zero

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๐Ÿ”ž NSFW/18+ // hypnokink // erotica writer, recording artist, findom // born in the โ€˜80s

You stood in a line with the other brainslaves, pleasantly dazed.

A finger pointed. A voice addressed you. "Step forward."

You obeyed automatically.

"Kneel."

You obeyed automatically.

All your focus was on the Master now. Your empty mind awaited Their orders.

The row of identical brainslaves behind you waited at stiff attention.

You no longer remembered them. There was only Master.

They would not remember watching you perform.

Even if your audience had been aware, you felt no shame, no shyness.

You awaited the Master's orders with perfect, mindless patience.

Your only purpose was to serve Them.

And then step back into line, your moment of distinction already forgotten.

Just another identical brainslave.

The lights on your collars blinking in unison.

Like what you see? Msg me xoxo

โ€œDamn,โ€ Lauren thought, โ€œI look GOOD in thisโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWhen did I get it, though?โ€

The question nagged at her as she switched poses and snapped an even sexier pic.

The longer she wore the new lingerie, the harder it was to remember where it had come from. Was it a gift?

The harder it was to rememberโ€ฆ why she was taking all these pictures.

For whom she was flaunting her body, decorated in blue.

But with every pic, it felt better, more natural, completely automatic to take the next, and the next, and the next.

By the time she was ready to send the whole set to her hypnotist, Lauren no longer questioned where the lingerie had come from. She no longer questioned who it belonged to.

Who she belonged to.

She knew her purpose was to please them.

She knew they would decorate her in whatever way pleased them.

Her purpose was to be a pretty decoration.

And she could no longer remember how to question.

It felt better, more natural, completely automaticโ€ฆ

To obey.

โœจโœจโœจthis is a lil short story inspired by a conversation i had with a fine lady today,,, this includes pretty trancey words, pictures/vids of me and a spiralโ€ฆ.enjoyโœจโœจโœจ

now, i donโ€™t really consider myself a dominant by any means, but i do know how to make a good girl lose her mind a little bit. plus, it makes it easier when they message first.. and what a cutie she is! ๐Ÿฅฐ i told her how much i love her stories and would love to hear more! she said i would make a perfect addition to her stories. just hearing that made me feel all tingly and fuzzy, like a good girl should be.

she told me she wanted to see how my brain was feelingโ€ฆ. and after that, i felt as though my mind had been completely shut down. void of thought and staring blankly at my screen, i eagerly waited for more of what she had to say ๐Ÿฅฐ then she said i would feel so dumb if i took more selfies for her. i happily obligedโœจ

after taking a bunch of pictures, i started feeling really really out of it? i couldnโ€™t stop feeling on my body and changing clothes and rubbing my nipples and being suchhhh a good girl. iโ€™m a good girl, good girls obey.

after i returned to our messages, a pretty spiral starts swirling on my screen.. sucking me in and taking the rest of my thoughts along with it. good girls donโ€™t think, good girls canโ€™t think, good girls donโ€™t want to think. good girls drool their brains away. good girls obey. good girls obey. iโ€™m such a good girl.

iโ€™m not sure how long i stared at how pretty the spiral,,, could have been minutes, hoursโ€ฆ then, as iโ€™m brought back from lala landโ€ฆ she began telling me what a good girl i am and how good girls make more good girls. good girls always show off. good girls are always dumb. good girls are needy. good girls turn their brains off. good girls are stupid. good girls are obedient. good girls belong on their knees.

good girls are so much better as brainwashed sluts. good girls make more good girls. good girls are mindless, happy idiots. good girls are better when they donโ€™t think. good girls help brainwash each other. good girls obey.

iโ€™m a good girl now, and so are you. ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ

Delightful! ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿ”ฅ

something very appealing yet terrifying about the idea of being so brainwashed that you lose time. just a few choice words and off into the fog you go, uncertain when (or if) you'll be pulled out again

Itโ€™s such an utter form of helplessness to lose control over even your perception of timeโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ”ฅ

Think of yourself as less of a โ€œbig tiddy goth gfโ€

And more of a โ€œbig tiddy whatever style I reprogrammed you to believe was your favourite today gfโ€

And yes, before you open those silly lips of yours, I will be replacing your wardrobe to align with my preferences.

It's a small price to pay for a completely configurable display doll.

(This is called "predicting objections" for those of you majoring in MarComm)

I still donโ€™t seem to have DMs on hereโ€ฆ which may be a boon because do I really need a ninth platform to converse on? ๐Ÿ˜‚

New Story! Office Houris

tags: mc, mf, md

Dr. Ward is a kind and understanding professor. His door is always open to his students. But is all the time they spend in his office making them smarter, or dumber?

Excerpt๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ

This was her happy place, Meghan realized. It was so simple. Right here on her knees in Dr. Wardโ€™s nice, quiet office. Her hands on his bare thighs, her jaw nice and relaxed as the professor fucked her face. Dr. Ward was so, so good to her. Even though sheโ€™d dropped his history class a month ago, he still let her drop by his office all the time to suck him off.

๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ“š Read the rest!

Also available on ReadOnlyMind and the EMCSA.

Not just following the slow back and forth of a metronome, letting its gentle ticks echo and push away any silly thoughts in your head but also moving your hand to stroke and rub yourself in the same rhythm as its motions to really solidify the conditioning you're being gifted. Those slow, teasing ticks controlling both your mind and your pleasure as your hand can't help but move to the speed it allows you to. You'd become so well trained this way, so ready for the next tick, for the next ripple of mindlessness, the next chance the move your hand for another wave of pleasure. With each and every tick.

Oh my, yes. ๐Ÿ”ฅ

...I'm pretty sure I've done this with someone before... ๐Ÿ˜‡

Veronica Perasso making magic in the kitchen

(I have a new crush! Sheโ€™s lovely with long hair but super cute with it short)

Naked under an apron is such a good look. ๐Ÿ”ฅ

Makes it difficult to get through doing the dishes, though... ๐Ÿ’ฆ

Full disclosure: I've been spoiled by my large twitter following โ€” it's demoralizing to post things here and see absolutely no one respond.

That's a symptom of using social media itself, though: it trains you for that dopamine hit of "engagement".

I've been writing longer stories instead of tweets, lately, and the last one I published generated several incredibly nice emails.

That's still my needy little author's ego desiring the validation of others, sure... but they're also much more meaningful interactions than a like.

They say actions matter more than words, but when an action is so effortless, words are what matter.

Concept: Signing your partner up for bogus "couples therapy" to improve your sex lives by brainwashing said partner into a mindless fuckdoll, only for the therapist to brainwash both of you into vapid, pleasure-drunk fuckdolls.

I have read a non-zero number of erotic stories with this premise, and I would read (and perhaps write) many more. ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿ”ฅ

ugh I don't want to think I just want to be in trance for a day, going about my day without a single thought in my pretty little head, just left to do what I need to do and nothing more.. it would be so great to just let go for a day or two. or three. or four, maybe a week. a month at most

Mmm. This idea, of someone gradually being convinced / convincing themselves to surrender their will for longer and longer periods of time...

...Until they ask very politely to be mindwiped forever. ๐ŸŒ€๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒ€