Dumb & hot
Added 2022-01-21 17:39:22 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist gives you a collar to wear, which makes you into their bimbo.
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The sharp *click* of the lock on your collar snapping shut brought you back up, just as they had planned. But this wasn’t you who had gone under for them. No. That you had had free will, and thoughts of your own. This was a new you. A better you.
This new you didn’t need to think. They could just listen and obey. They couldn’t do difficult tasks, but that’s okay. The new you didn’t need to do anything difficult. You could just be dumb, and hot, and obedient. Such a good toy for your hypnotist to play with.
It was so easy to let yourself feel dumber and dumber. Who cared if you didn’t understand all the words your hypnotist said to you? You didn’t. You just cared about pleasing them, making them smile. Because when they smiled, you smiled, and it felt good to smile.
So, you spent the afternoon, mindless, thoughtless, brainless, obediently being played with, toyed with. And it felt incredible. It was so easy to not think. It was so easy to just obey them, like a good toy. But finally, eventually, they had to bring you back up, out of this state.
And as you returned to your regular state of mind, they held you close, gently petting your hair, soothing you, comforting you. “Hey,” They said. “You’re wonderful, no matter what state of mind you’re in, yeah?” You nodded, you were wonderful, that’s why they played with you.
