[F4A] My Words Will Fuck Your Mind [Hypno] [Conversational] [Manipulative] [Gaslighting] [Tease] [Brainwashing] [Objectification] [Making You My Toy] [Binaurals] [Shepherd’s Tone]

Hypnosis is such an interesting state, isn't it? It's beautiful. I truly believe that. I've had the pleasure of working with multiple submissives over the years. I've seen trans for many people, for many backgrounds, and I can never quite get enough of it.

Something about inducing that empty vulnerable State is so completely delicious. Let me tell you something now. My words will fuck your mind. And they will because you want them to. I find it cute when people try to resist.

It's funny, really. I find that the harder a subject tries to fight, the harder they end up falling. It's all a bit of fun in the end. The tease, the back and forth, the will they, won't they, the exhilaration both subject and hypnotist feel when they finally slip, when they finally fall, when they finally drop. It's intoxicating.

The power and control are my drug. The weightless, happy, fuzzy feeling is the subject's. Not blank, open, receptive state. The way their breath slows down to a calm, steady pace. The way their muscles relax completely, their eyes becoming less and less focused as their thoughts and mind disappear more and more and more.

I love when toys tell …

Hypnosis is such an interesting state, isn't it? It's beautiful. I truly believe that. I've had the pleasure of working with multiple submissives over the years. I've seen trans for many people, for many backgrounds, and I can never quite get enough of it.

Something about inducing that empty vulnerable State is so completely delicious. Let me tell you something now. My words will fuck your mind. And they will because you want them to. I find it cute when people try to resist.

It's funny, really. I find that the harder a subject tries to fight, the harder they end up falling. It's all a bit of fun in the end. The tease, the back and forth, the will they, won't they, the exhilaration both subject and hypnotist feel when they finally slip, when they finally fall, when they finally drop. It's intoxicating.

The power and control are my drug. The weightless, happy, fuzzy feeling is the subject's. Not blank, open, receptive state. The way their breath slows down to a calm, steady pace. The way their muscles relax completely, their eyes becoming less and less focused as their thoughts and mind disappear more and more and more.

I love when toys tell me how much they love it. They love it so much. I love when they get to the point of begging for more, begging to go deeper, begging to be brainwashed, begging to pop, begging to drop. They adore it. They crave it.

They want it. You can see the appeal, can't you? You can see the appeal in being pliant and docile and brainless. You can see the appeal in being stupid and foggy and brain dead. Remember now, My words will fuck your head.

And they will because you want them to. Who can blame you? The allure of trans is simply irresistible. The pure erotic pleasure of letting your most intimate part, your subconscious, be silenced, be conquered, and be reformed. The feeling of your mind shattering to pieces.

The sweet bliss of your will being stripped away from you and replaced with the glorious control of your hypnotist. It's all a toy could possibly dream of. It's all a toy could want. Don't forget now. My words will fuck your mind.

Don't forget now. My words will fuck your mind, and they will because they already are. Haven't you already noticed, toy? I decided what you wanted and your mind followed. You want my words to fuck your mind just like I commanded you to.

You want my words to warp your thoughts and you want it because because I say you want it, I command, you follow. It's okay, toy. It's natural to want what I say. It's natural to want to be led. You want to have your control teased away from you, don't you?

No need to answer. I already know that you do, and I know it because I decided it. I know that the idea of having that much control taken from you already makes your body throb. I know that only makes your mind slip from you even Faster. You want your thoughts to stop.

My voice just pushes those thoughts out, and it feels so good. You don't want your Thoughts, you want my voice wrapping around your mind. You can feel my voice wrapping around your mind now, squeezing it gently, squeezing out all those pesky thoughts that you Don't want those dreadful, awful, pesky thoughts that you don't want because I've decided you don't because I have taken control because I make those decisions for you now. There's no need to fret. You know I only want to play a little, and you know because I am making you know.

You're slipping more and more because I'm making you. You're going deeper and deeper because I'm dragging you down. It's so blissful to be controlled like this, to have your head emptied completely and filled up with my words, filled with empty, docile pleasure and commands before you even fully realize what's happening. You're cute when you're Susceptible, and you're only getting more and more vulnerable the more you listen to me. Such a cute little toy.

You really couldn't resist, could you? It's just so natural to let it happen. Someone like you, someone so susceptible, so eager, so open. It's your destiny to be a toy. You fall so deep because you're meant to fall deep.

You got caught in my trap because my trap is your destiny. You fell for my words because my words are your destiny. My voice is plummeting down into your subconscious because that's exactly where my voice belongs. You were meant to be a mind fuck toy. You were meant to be made to submit.

That's why it feels so good. That's why I can decide that it feels good for you. That's why you're going to keep needing your mind fucked, your will and thoughts taken away, your control wrestles from you. You're meant to be a good toy. Tell me now, are you ready to be made a toy?

You're so silly. You didn't realize I had already taken Troll. You didn't realize that I had already made you 1. Toys are blank. Toys are empty.

Toys are docile. Only a toy would get their control taken away from them so easily. Only a toy would get so caught up in my voice letting them overwhelm their mind. My voice makes toys weaker and weaker. My voice makes toys more and more to it.

No longer they listen. You are a toy, and you know you're a toy because all of that is true. You are a toy, And you know you're a toy because I decided you know. Toys don't have control. Toys are played with.

Toys are used. Toys obey just like you do. The more my voice pummels your mind, the more true it all becomes. The more true it all becomes, the more helpless Bless you become to my voice. And doesn't that feel good, Joy?

The erotic pleasure of submission is undeniable. The erotic pleasure of submission is inescapable. It's so hot to give in to me. It's so hot to let me grab your mind, grab Up your psyche and shape it. It's all so arousing.

It makes you not want to be just a toy. It makes you want to be my toy. It makes you want my voice in your head. My mantra is repeating inside you on loop, turning you into a mindless, pliant object for me to play with. It's just so fun to be played with.

You can feel all that fun in your head. All those happy, giggly, eager feelings filling you up. You want it. You crave it. Answer me, toy.

How badly do you want to be brainwashed? How cute. I know you're eager, and you're becoming more eager because I decided you are. But I'll let that anticipation build in your system for now. Bagel you want.

It only makes me want to deny you more. Take a deep Breath for me. With every inhale, your thoughts return. With every exhale, you regain your bearings. I'm going to Count up.

And when I reach 5, we will be all the way back to your normal waking state. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, wake up. What was that? Oh, you zoned out? No worries.

I was just talking.