justdenied: blankandhappy-blog: Sarah nibbled on the headphone’s chord, hesitatingly as she fe
justdenied: blankandhappy-blog: Sarah nibbled on the headphone’s chord, hesitatingly as she felt the urge to listen to the file creeping over her. She could feel the urge prowling around inside her, whispering into her mind the promise of submission to an uncaring, unfeeling entity whose only directive would be to pump unrelenting hypnosis into her head, overwhelming her until all she could do was drink it in and obey the thoughts and suggestions plugged into her.She imagined herself strapped to the dental chair, leather straps pinning her into place as various girls already beholden to the file prepared her for brainwashing: Sometimes they’d be friends she knew in the real world, and other times just some pretty thing from a random picture she’d found on the internet. Glassy eyed with mindless obedience, the organic puppets of the hypno-file would her pleading or last minute bargaining as they prepared her for initial conversion.Once the hitachi wand was strapped against her clit, and the headphones were fitted snugly over her ears she would be made like them.All her resistance stripped away.All her doubt ground into dust.The doors to her mind flung wide open and her resistance smoothed away, ready for imprinting to begin. She would become like them - another cog in the machine whose whole existence was geared towards churning out mindless automatons forever aroused by the need to follow the orders planted into it.Sarah found herself sitting down into her comfy chair and plugging in the headphones to her laptop. Deep down she knew she should resist it, fighting the glistening need between her legs but even thinking the thought of resisting felt heavy and cumbersome, like even consideration of resistance dragged her down ten fold, and she was so tired of carrying that weight, wishing to lay down her burden and stop fighting the inevitable.She’d been so confident, so arrogant in her use and dealing with the file that she hadn’t noticed when it had begun wrapping her around it, going from a simple masturbatory tool to her prized masturbatory tool… Finally it had simply become her edging tool, keeping her in a constant state of trembling need as her brains began to leak from between her legs. Time itself seemed to distend like dripping molasses as she focused on that sweet, soft feminine voice of the track telling her what a good, obedient fuck bunny she was going to be turned into.Sarah found her fingers sliding back between her legs and this time she didn’t stop them, luxuriating as she explored her labia, caressing their familiar folds as she followed her train of thought.Her mistake had been assuming the induction was the only way for the file to unlock her mind and sneak the tendrils of need into her brain. She’d never thought to check the binaural beats for any insidious measures of control that would worm their way past her waking mind, or the warm, sultry whispers that she could only half hear as they panned across the soundscape, imprinted upon her subconscious by her own Pavlovian conditioned as her mind learnt to associate the commands with her own induced pleasure. She’d even begun to wonder if the gentle fugue state that she relaxed into, post orgasm, was entirely natural or just another avenue for the hypnosis sound file to make the inroads needed; that wonderful relaxed glow a suitable trade for Sarah unwittingly giving another piece of herself to it. Just a minute or two of laying in her own mess and self-indoctrinating for…how long? Six months?Part of her thought she should be scared at the idea. A small, untouched part of her original self that hung by a thread as the greater part of herself blushed, as she pushed her fingers deeper inside, plunging them in and out at a teasingly slow pace. Her cunt responded in kind, soaking the seat with her juices as she trembled at the idea running around in her sex soaked brain: She already belonged to the hypno-file.She moaned softly, before gasping as she arched, her arousal sparked, and in that fleeting second she came to a realisation: The truth mattered less than what she believed to be true, and right now she believed the file had a hold over her.Grunting, she worked herself at a savage pace, driven by the need to no longer care. Sooner or later she’d be too horny to think straight, and then… She closed her eyes and envisioned a direct link connecting her laptop to a port in the back of her skull, giving the file direct access to her brain. Sarah cupped her breast, rolling an aching nipple between her finger and thumb as she imagined a glazed look passing over her eyes as the file put her awake mind to sleep and woke the enslaved side of her up to begin working with it to condition her mind.Unresistant.Obedient.Enslaved Sarah would draw on her own knowledge of how she liked to be touched, and re-purpose it into an act of enslavement, plunging her fingers in between her lips and rubbing the last of her free will away. It would become a sublime act of betrayal, merging the two personalities together until only one being remained; utterly addicted and obedient to spreading the file.Sarah was gasping now, ramming her fingers into herself as she chased the rabbit down the hole. What if it never let her go, or would it hook it’s chains into her and forever drag her down into submission? She wasn’t sure she wanted it to; the idea of being hypno-junky who would willingly scratch around the darkest, seediest corners of the web for her next endorphin rush pushed buttons that made her purr in lust.It was fucked up. She knew it was fucked up, but that darkly submissive side of her whispered into her mind that all she had to do was let go and subsume herself with it’s control, allowing it to wrap around her tighter than physical ropes and restraints could ever pull; the file always guiding her with gentle tugs in her behaviour like a lewd little puppet on strings.The thought was enough to drive her over the edge, the orgasmic pleasure causing her to shake and tremble as her existence contracted to the euphoric loss of everything else in existence. For a fleeting second it was the midday sun she stared into, blinding her to everything else except it’s white hot existence, and just as quickly she returned to reality, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat as she sucked in deep, refreshing breaths to calm her ragged breathing.It didn’t matter if the impulse came from her or some secret trigger grown over the months by the file, locked away until this moment. The fact it might have been implanted inside of her just made it deliciously hot. She had become an automaton for impulses she could barely understand; A good host, allowing the hypnosis to worm it’s way into her mind, and now she was going to help it complete its work.That’s all that mattered, now: obeying her needy, slutty side that begged her to let the hypnosis burn itself into her mind. She relaxed fully, double-clicking on the file to launch it and closed her eyes, waiting patiently for the induction to begin… Sooo empty -- source link
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