my mistress said to post this.

so my mistress and I are in a hypno based TPE. she has programmed me to her will, but I still have some thoughts of my own. it’s a bummer.

the ultimate fantasy is for her to fry out the last of my thoughts, the last of my will. to be completely incapable of wanting or thinking anything my mistress doesn’t tell me to. to be taken deeper than previously thought possible, and ten times deeper than that, and stay that way, a brainless creature motivated only by obedience and pleasure.

in this state, barely more than a vegetable, my mistress takes me from bed and dresses me for the day. a simple dress and nothing underneath. the process of dressing arouses me. the dress brushing my nipples arouses me. my mistress ignores this, as I drool and moan. she brings out a simple wheelchair with a pillow on the seat, sits me down, and drapes a blanket over my lap. she wheels me out to the car, leads me to the seat, and gets in the drivers seat. she tells me to think nothing, so I become empty. I don’t know how long we drive. eventually my mistress is snapping her fingers in my face. she helps me back into the wheelchair. she tells me no more meaning. my brain, conditioned perfectly by hundreds of hours of hypnosis, obeys without my conscious awareness.

she wheels me up to a table at an outdoor cafe. she leaves me and returns shortly with food for us both. she feeds me in tiny bites, with her fingers. I don't require that from her, but it is to reinforce that she is in control, that I exist for her. her fingers touching my lips arouse me; the blanket hides how wet I am becoming, and the pillow I sit on absorbs it. when she's finished feeding me, she turns to her own food. I stare at the street, where many women are jogging or running. their breasts bounding make my cunt ache with arousal. my mistress eats slowly, knowing what I'm seeing, knowing I'm throbbing with desire. she finally takes me back to the car. once she has seated herself in the drivers seat, she leans over and forces my legs apart, then presses a hand on my back until I'm splayed gracelessly against the dashboard. she says to let the movement of the car feel so, so good, and then we begin to drive. even this minimal stimulation has me trembling and gushing, and were I capable of coming without her permission, I'd have done so many times.

we get home and she leads me inside. I leave a trail of pussy juice in my wake, my legs trembling, my front soaked in drool. she removes my dress and lays me, naked, on the bed. I am trembling and aching, drowning in brain breaking pleasure, and want only one thing: her. She removes her clothes and sits slowly down on my face, and on her order I suck and lick her hot cunt with expertise borne from hours of training, of conditioning, of being programmed into deepest and most pleasurable submission. I lose myself in the task, feeling nothing but wave after wave of pure bliss break over my poor ruined brain, for I am obeying, I am making mistress happy, I'm fulfilling my only purpose. I don't keep time and I don't know how many times she comes, only that she commands me to continue. At some point, maybe many times, she commands me to come myself. The mindless obedience is matched only by the mindless pleasure. I have never known any other purpose but this.

Eventually she stops. She rolls off of me, looks at my dazed, glistening face, my dripping chin, my glassy eyes, my swollen lips.

"I could have fucked you on the floor back at the cafe," she says, "and what would you feel?"

I moan in pleasure.

"Would you enjoy it?"

I nod, brainlessly.

"I could stuff you so full and leave you like this all night," she says, "but then some of your brain cells might still linger. And I like when you drip them all out through your throbbing pussy. Don't you?"

I nod again. Being so mindless is perfect bliss. Every breath is pleasure. Every moment is warm, empty happiness. Every touch or glance from my mistress is a warm wave washing my brain away, tickling of my clit, engulfing my body.

"Do you want your brain back?" she asks me.

How can I answer? She thinks for me. I stare at her, without comprehension, a drop of drool making its way from the corner of my mouth.

"No," she says, "you don't."

She may order me to shower, to clean up, to plug myself with a dildo so big my belly distends, to lick her clean, to be an empty sex doll without thoughts or sensations for her friends to pass around. I don't know. I don't care. There's only obedience and it feels so good.

Do you ever do spanking fantasies? I'm looking for male-led spanking audiofiles. Over the knee, bare bottomed disciplinary type scenes. Not just a few whacks, but a sound spanking. Is that something you'd consider doing?

OK, sit back and relax...here we go!

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5... Are you a good girl, that likes attention?

4... Could it be that you have a secret fantasy that you don't share so easily with your friends or lover, because it embarrasses you?

3... Does this fantasy involve you being pleasured in a very specific way?

2... If, somehow you were offered the opportunity to experience your fantasy as if it were real, would you take it?

1... Do you believe that someone like me can give it to you, even when there's no physical connection between us?

Drop deep, now! [SNAP!]

Notice your heartbeat... as the tempo goes up, beat after beat, along with your mouse or your finger, that starts moving towards the "JOIN" button.. And somehow you seem to be no longer in control over your finger. You can't help but to CLICK! on that button, simply because you had to click on it. And now it is too late! To late for you to pull back. You have fallen under my control and I am pulling you, deeper [SNAP!] and deeper[SNAP!] down the rabbit hole. All the way down. Faster and deeper you become trapped inside my beautiful sub-reddit. Oh, yes! I have already taken full control over you now. The very moment you followed the link to this webpage, you gave yourself to me! Just a few seconds is enough, to spin my web around you. And it fits so perfectly, that somehow you don't seem to mind, AT ALL!. What's that? Did you feel that? Is that what I think it is? Is that a tingle? Oh my..are you getting aroused? How's that possible? I don't know what did it, but maybe I should free your hands now, so you can write it down for me. Yes, please go ahead. You can create a new post and write down what arouses you so badly. Tell me what you crave. Your deepest desires. All of them.. And the moment you click the "Post" button, you will instead of embarrassment, feel a strong jolt of relief and happiness. Because deep inside you know, that by posting your secret desire, you have created a real chance, that I will reward you some day with a personalized audio file. Posting your fantasy here, will be as if you throw a message in a bottle, far into the waves that crash into the beach. Because, after you've thrown that bottle, there might come a day, that you will find yourself sitting behind your computer, or looking at the screen of your telephone, and suddenly this red icon showing the number 1 appears on top of your mailbox app. Mindlessly, you click on it, and BOOM! there it is! A free personalized hypnosis session. Tailor made, for your ears only. A high quality mp3 in which I use the name(s) that you wrote down for me in your post. So as you start to listen, it will be as if you play the main character in your own fantasy! Like a dream come true.

Now go ahead, be a good girl, and write down your deepest desire for me, and throw your bottle far into the waves of the internet. And who knows...One day..

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