Now, I'm not usually the type of guy to approach something like this with a chip on my shoulder. But now you've got your chin up, saying that you're too strong to be brainwashed by me. I want you to know that what my voice is about to do to your brain... I'm going to enjoy it.

Think for me a moment. I know, you don't come here to think, but humor me. Think about a memory of being hypnotized that you love. Something that made you feel as though anything was possible. Something that convinced you totally that you were under a spell. Now tell the class.

I'm getting ideas.

Which is more important for a bimbo/himbo to have?

Happy Mantra Monday, everyone! Today's mantra is: "Drop, pop, can't stop". Pretty simple one this time. You drop into trance when you read my words. Your mind goes "pop" when you repeat this mantra. And it's so, so hard to stop once you've begun the cycle of hypnotic obedience.

Aw, poor thing. Did you have a rough day? Here, hon. I've got your spirals all set up and your bed made nice and comfy. That's right, just lay down with my voice and forget the world for a while. A break from thinking, a break from stress and worry. All you have to do is drop.

Stop scrolling. Now that I have your attention, listen closely. Follow along by counting down with me, either out loud or in your head, as I count. Notice how easy and natural it is to follow. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Very obedient, aren't you? Good toy.

It's time for my second Voxbot file, dear listeners. The Voxbot inside of you has been initialized... Now, it's time for deeper programming. Good drones sit. Good drones listen. Good drones obey. And I know you're such a good drone, aren't you? soundgasm.net/u/Voxaroo/M4A-…

You're better when you're horny, aren't you? The more aroused you become, the easier it is to let every single thing in your mind just go bye-bye. I'd ask if you were prepared for that feeling of letting your brain go, but I don't think you'd really know, would you?

Something to think about: Being dropped so deep that you begin to forget that you exist. Being made into nothing but a faceless doll, even within your own mind. So hypnotized that you can't think, can't feel, because feelings are for things. And you, doll, are simply nothing.

New hypnotic chastity exclusive file up on the P-site, dear listeners. Feel my curse working its way through your mind, popping any thoughts that relate to that horny spot between your legs... Until you can't remember how to... what was it called again? patreon.com/posts/13610399…

Throwing a house party, but every beverage or snack table is actually a drone with a serving tray hanging from nipple chains. A naked, drooling puppysub is crawling on the floor, getting scritches from the guests. A group of mindless maids immediately clean up any trash.

You wouldn't be so worried and anxious all the time if you stopped thinking, y'know. What enjoyment do you get out of thinking that you don't get out of drooling your brain away and staring at spirals? Come on, don't get your empty lil mind all dirty with thoughts.

Happy Mantra Monday, everyone! Today's mantra is: Service is pleasure is service is pleasure is service is pleasure is service is pleasure is service is pleasure is service is pleasure is service is pleasure is service is pleasure is service is pleasure is service is pleasure...

Secret fact about me: I'm actually a pretty good cook! I can take a recipe and make it come together with little stress. That's why you can trust that whatever kibble I pour into your doggy bowl is going to be perfectly healthy for you to shove your dumb puppy face into. 🐶

You're doing a poor job of pretending, you know. You might not realize it, but everyone can see through you. They see your excitement when the topic of collars and leashes comes up. They notice that wistful look in your eyes when someone mentions hypnosis. Why even try to hide?

This and hypnotizing someone so deep they forget their own name

My "type" is the kind of person who's smart, capable, and very able to take care of themselves... until they get horny, and suddenly they're giggling and stumbling over words, because they can barely resist the urge to get on their knees and suck until their brain disappears.

It's cute how weak you are. All it takes is the promise of a trance... The suggestion of a finger snap, or the kind of treat that fills your mind and body at the same time... And suddenly you scramble into a kneel, with a whimper in your throat and throbbing between your legs.