Bimbo Daydreams - SFX

Welcome, bimbo. You better not be planning to use that cute brain of yours for a little while. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. Well, that's okay. You can keep doing whatever it is you're doing.

It won't make any difference but you can keep going if you want. Are you really going to pretend like I'm not already making my daydream. I've already derailed your mind, haven't I? As soon as you Beam, speed. That little bimbo brain of yours just goes, and you draw you into this luminous space like a rock like a rock.

Does the feel that you've meat inside your brain make it heart make it hearts and drinks and drinks? As soon as you hear me speak, something in your head just seems to go Go. Pop. Go. Pop.

Like your brain is a big, big, big, pink, pink balloon balloon Under my voice, just enter into your hair. Your hair pokes it. And when when those pass pop and that gas begins to fill up, your brain sees it sees it completely, completely. And you feel every thought and every instant and every and every image replaced with a relaxing with a relaxing thing. Glow.

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Welcome, bimbo. You better not be planning to use that cute brain of yours for a little while. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. Well, that's okay. You can keep doing whatever it is you're doing.

It won't make any difference but you can keep going if you want. Are you really going to pretend like I'm not already making my daydream. I've already derailed your mind, haven't I? As soon as you Beam, speed. That little bimbo brain of yours just goes, and you draw you into this luminous space like a rock like a rock.

Does the feel that you've meat inside your brain make it heart make it hearts and drinks and drinks? As soon as you hear me speak, something in your head just seems to go Go. Pop. Go. Pop.

Like your brain is a big, big, big, pink, pink balloon balloon Under my voice, just enter into your hair. Your hair pokes it. And when when those pass pop and that gas begins to fill up, your brain sees it sees it completely, completely. And you feel every thought and every instant and every and every image replaced with a relaxing with a relaxing thing. Glow.

Close your eyes even if you think that some of your thoughts are still intact, even if you feel, feel, perhaps, perhaps, you're still able, still able, Clearly. Clearly. You soon realize that everything has this glow. This dream, like, Feeling wherever it makes complete sense. But time, time, and dis and distance, and the individuality a completely worthless concept, a sweet daydream that pops into your head when I begin to speak, dreaming of obedience and submission submission, feeling nothing but happy bouncy, Exciting sight.

Exciting sight. Smiley. Smiley. Giggling. And giggling.

Every seconds I spend inside your head, It's another second, but you fall at terminal velocity down down to that limbo space Space where thoughts are no longer what thinking about, wherever everything is reduced to simples simple, easy Concepts. Yeah. Yeah. And no. Up.

Up. And down. And down. Lead. Lead.

Thank Q. Thank you. Obedient. Owned. Obedience.

Owned. Obedience. Gratitude. Gratitude. And only.

And only. Gratitude. Your bimbo brain just likes thanking me for any for any and ever and everything. I make you so happy happy. You're not show what I've done or how it worked, but you don't just want to submit and please dismiss me and be grateful and appreciate me like an obedient dumb girl.

When I speak, I pull your imagination and along. You just can't stop our daydreaming, staring into empty space as all your for your focus sakes instinctively on me. Only me. It is impossible for you to keep me out. Let the I can just just walk right in the door and door always opens for me for me.

And when they step inside, Everything revolves around me. Me. I am the only thing you could even imagine caring about Right now. I'm so good for you. You know I am.

You just daydream away to my point. Don't you don't you? Empty and happy. Your bimbo brain tickled and nuzzled by my voice. Everything I tell you play play your mind with vivid clarity clarity.

Every suggestion and dances on top of your imagination, sending the delicate tingling down down spine, Make me tingle, tingle, and smile smile. Obedience is good for you. Your well-being revolves surrounding all submission to me. And the more and the more you give in give in, the better and better you feel you feel. And the better and better you feel you Feel the more you give in, a loop of pleasure that sends you spiraling down down into submitting his comfort.

Whenever whenever I give you I give attention. You need my attention. My attention is good for you and become a cousin. You are my you are my beady beady little petal pet. You would do anything for my attention.

You would jump through any who enter fleeing goddess. It's not a conscious decision that you obey me. It just Happens. Happens. They take over your brain brain, don't they?

You're just you're just a puppet a puppet In my hand in my hand, a little play theme play theme open to all my suggestions To all my demand demands, obediently following all of my orders. It makes complete sense why I would make you feel this way feel this way. You don't you don't question question. There is nothing to keep me out. You don't want to keep me up.

As soon as I begin to speak, that brainpower just starts pouring out. It flushes out. It isn't put in there by me. And I fill you back up with suggestions, with words and cute little monitoring that make me feel happy. You crave me filling you up.

You want you want me inside side head at the front of your consciousness consciousness. This corrupting influence helplessly washes you away. My power sweeps you off your feet, your Feet pulling you down deeper and deeper, and the sensation is so intense that it's an attempt to resurize it a little, little, to try to stay awake and aware, to keep keep brain in mind and act and engage and engage thinking and making its own decisions decisions. But you and I advise know know that you have A way of holding me up. Because in your little brain, there is a button.

But and when you hear my voice, when you feel my power and my my dominoes, your brain totally Open up. Open up. You become a sleigh suggestion suggestion. And in your mind, Somewhere deep, a door open, right there, in the back of your neck, there's The little room. And inside that little room is a button.

And when I and when I begin to when I finally give you all of my attention. Let the door unlock us. You have of no control over it over it. It's impossible for you not to open up, open up, god forbid, to open every little door in that brain of yours completely. You give me complete access To every little trigger and desire you've hidden away deep inside deep inside.

I unshackle your mind. I Shackle your mind your mind. I release I release the delicious serotonin serotonin to your brain. It overtakes Every urge to resist to remain To remain caution thinking. Thinking.

Feel that happiness rush through as you listen to my voice and to my voice. Feel every door burst open and a warm and sweet Wind rushed through your mind. This is what they mean. This is what they mean when they say it. No thinking.

No boundaries. No questions or opinions. Just empty, empty, happy, happy submission. Your inhibition is falling away completely, opening yourself up to suggestion and manipulation by me? The empty room and corridors of your mind filling with pink mist.

It doesn't occur. Question. Question. What is happening is happening. Asking questions.

Asking questions. What bimbo should be doing shouldn't Been doing Bimbos only take bawden. Bimbos are playthings playthings. They have known they have known their own for their own words or words. You only care about me about what I say and what I tell you.

Fix Sating on me is your fantasy. Fantas fixating on me is your daydream. Spending Eye with me is the most important thing for you. You feel so so and comfort and Unfortunate, warm, and subtle tingles shoot through your body with everything, with everything, with everything that just pops inside your brain. Die, your brain, your brain, disobeying.

This is no longer a concept. No longer a thought. Your mind could possibly Form. Form. And when you focus on fixing the sakes on my voice, those pops go off like Fireworks.

Again, again, again, again. They blow your brains out with cute colors and vivid pattern shooting into the air and top air. Colorful explosions that you can't help but fixate off. And every explosion is another wave of delicious, submicious, submersion, every streak Give color and a bang, bang, bang, bang. But they go on they go on.

They go on. Pulls you down deeper into tranche. And when you feel so of sadness of misery. So brainless and happy. And it all makes sense.

When you slip into deepest obedience is when all the pieces snap together in your bimbo brain. Focus on the pot on the firework firework. Fixing. Fixing. On me.

And now when you but possibly go any deeper, when you can't imagine feeling any better, I want you to sleep. Let go of everything completely completely. Bimbo, Bimbo, and Bimbo, and Dayburn days are Breathe. Every submission and obedience is everything everything. Feeling so m o a t.

Happy is a most incredible feeling. And this combination of deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep sleep, and your bimbo imagination running wild makes your brain too short and slightly blankly. You You're so confused, but so happy, so incredibly insightful, but Deeply relax. Deeply relax. And as you sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, the power of my brain reaches its Full potential.

As your brain turns off completely cleanly and you fall and you fall as deep as you can And here and here at the bottom at the bottom. When you can't possibly go any deeper, My voice My voice becomes a cascade. A waterfall. It moves from your brain through your entire body. Overwhelming, overwhelmed, and intense.

This is what good Bimbo should feel like all the time Drink drink in this delicious brain brain feeling. Let the complete submission and obedience wash I've cut, liquid, cleaned, cleaned a month. I've occupied every square inch with my mind with my suggestion and my word completely taken over by me. Completely empty for me for me. This is what you want to feel like all the time.

You are the deepest point deepest point of the deep of the deep of the deep submission submission. In the deepest brainwashing, I've carved out a little oasis for you, a paradise paradise, a garden of Eden where sweet bimbos Can eat as many apples as they want as they want. And now and now that you've been down here, you know the way the way. So next time you'll fall down here, even easier. And you can't wait, come back, Your bimbo brain will be just as excited, just as eager to come back.

Come back. You just want to spend time with me inside this little paradise, I create I create your mind, your mind. But To daydream is just that, a daydream. And while wild stay, stay for a little while, Sooner or later, you must begin to ascend ascend. Sooner or later, that sweet, pink mist that fills your head will dissipate dissipate sooner or later, I highly highly highly.

And something from reality from reality will eventually, to inevitably snap your attention back to normal to normal. But when you leave, you will feel a residual Warm glow in your chest and in your head, a lingering feeling of empty happiness, A comforting blanket of sweet submission that will keep you warm and safe as you begin to slip gently out of trust. And as you let go of those last remains of brainwashing, I want you to feel comforted knowing that this goodbye is not a farewell, that I will be here if you need to come back, Come back. I will be empty all mine all mine and give you a feeling of a happy of a happy Chloe. Only, only, only, not can provide.

I want you to let me go, not with resistance, But with gratitude, with happy gratitude, say thank you. Say thank you and wake up and wake up. Feel my grip slip away and simple thoughts Return buzzing in droves. Let it happen slowly. Say thank you and wake