I had a particularly busy day this Saturday. I worked for 12 hours and had spent the whole night/early morning the night before on homework. So by the time I got home I was bushed and talking to Sir on chat.

I was loopy and not making much sense and at one point I told him the later it got the more I felt myself getting dumber. So Sir, being Sir, took an opportunity and ran with it.

He started telling me how that was okay, that I did not need to know how to think. and what he would do to me if he was there. He slowly tranced me through chat.

“And I’d leave you on the ground, your entire body shaking, drool dripping from your pretty little lips, a pool of juices gathered around your shaky, weak thighs, your eyes unable to focus on anything - ANYTHING - because I’ll have used your body until your mind simply shut off.

Until the only thing in your mind, the only sensible thought you can muster, is "Yes Sir”…even if your brain is too weak to make your lips form the words"

I used to read hypnosis scripts and the words to hypnosis audio files over and over again and get in a somewhat trance that way before so I’m very susceptible to text already and that mixed with tired and his constant back in forth…

“Say it”

“I can’t think”

“Do you like to think?”

“No I don’t like to think”

Over and over again until he made commands to not capitalize or use grammar because that was not needed for someone who “doesn’t think” I eventually could not even get my full name spelled out, 

Honestly all I remember is laying down staring blankly at a the screen with my hand on the keyboard barely able to type and playing with myself.

The next day I woke up and barely remembered it had happened at all and especially did not know what the “theme” of the night was. I honestly had never been into the mindlessness part of bimbofication, but damn you would think it was my favorite thing in the world.

Rereading all of it is making me wet again.

That night and today he made me listen to this file

It was right after chat and before bed and I drooled the whole time listening to it. Today I tried to look at this gif of a woman with beautiful eyes and listen and honestly I could not focus…

Its several voices in your head telling you to be a good slut and not think and its so hot and I can not focus on anything while I listen to it.

“Such a good, mindless, dumb little doll for her Sir.”

The relationship between my doll and I is very much a romantic one, though I’d be lying very poorly if I said that our relationship isn’t also founded on kinkiness either. Whenever we visit each other, our connection grows noticeably stronger, and I feel as if pushing our sexuality more and more is a big reason for that.

When she came up to visit this past week, we were finally able to live out one of our more recent sexual fantasies: tying her up to a chair, gagging her, and forcing her to watch this spiral as the Mind Melter played in her ears. 

The sight alone was phenomenal: her eyes went vacant so quickly, and the ball gag tucked inside her bright red lips dripped drool all down her sexy “innocent” sailor girl uniform. The spiral spun and bounced and bore deep into her mind, and the sensual voices giggled and teased and taunted her thoughts away, but that had all been done before. No, I wanted to push her down as deep as she could go, deeper than she had ever been before and as deep as I dared allow her to sink. In that moment, my drooling, mindless hypno-slave bound and staring at a powerful red spiral, I decided to strip my dumb little doll of her mind completely.

I removed one of the earbuds from her ear, and I started cooing suggestions of my own. Suggestions that pushed the line of how much my doll’s mind could handle. I put emphasis on brainlessness, on how much she needed to feel unintelligent and helpless and dependent on me. I stressed not that the spiral was powerful, but that the spiral was all there was. She wasn’t tied to a chair. She wasn’t in my room. She was in the spiral, and the spiral was her entire Universe. 

After I whispered these things over my doll’s shoulder, I slowly stood up and looked at her face. I was taken aback; my doll’s eyes, once completely vacant, were now even more devoid of thought. They were constantly flicking to the back of her head, still (but just barely) focused on the spiral. I didn’t think she could slip any deeper into her dumb state, but she had.

And I wanted her to go even deeper.

I undid her restraints and told her to close her eyes as I shut the laptop. As her eyelids fell, I planted an easy suggestion: “Every time you close your eyes, you’ll see that powerful, beautiful Spiral again, and it will continue to sap your mind of thoughts.” This happened for the rest of the session.

I took her by the wrists and said, “You need to move to the bed now.” My doll, obedient as she was, found that she lacked the mental capacity to even place two feet firmly on the ground and stand up, much less walk the three feet to my bed. After a minute or two of rest, she finally mustered the strength to stagger to her feet and collapse onto the mattress. When she did, I tilted her head up by her chin and locked her dazed, half-open eyes with mine.

“What’s your name?” I asked. She blinked once, slowly, before lazily answering.

“Doll…”

“And what is my name?”

“…Master…”

I told her to close her eyes an focus on the spiral. The second her lids shut, I immediately felt her body relax even more, watched her drop even deeper. I reminded her of how few thoughts remained in her head, told her to collect them into a tiny little bubble and watch that bubble pop. She smiled at this. She loved being this stupid.

I continued to toy with her mind before fingering her fast, furiously, commanding her to squirt all over my hand. My doll doesn’t squirt when she’s awake and conscious, but in trance her orgasms almost always result in a little dribble. That night, however, she doused my hand. Her mind is absolutely fascinating whenever she’s under hypnosis.

As she lied there, a beautiful, crumbled mess of a woman, I told her to look deep into my eyes. She struggled to open them before locking on to me. I tilted her chin up with my finger and said,

“Now I want you to listen to me very carefully. I’m going to count down from five. As I do, your thoughts will slowly come back to you, and by the time I get to one, you will wake up for me, completely aware and back to normal.

“However…this one time, I’m going to give you a choice. Do you want to be my thinking girl again? Or do you want your Master to make you even dumber?”

Before I could even finish my sentence, my dumb little doll was already mumbling the word “dumb.” I felt myself shiver with delight. If only she could see herself, how pathetically needy she was for me to strip away her brain.

So I did. I teased her nipples, told her to focus on the spiral, and watched as whatever trace of her mind was left dripped out of her open, swollen pussy for me.

I told her she was to suck my cock. Judging by the look on her face, the only word she could comprehend in that moment was “cock”, and she sleepily, mindlessly, blissfully twisted her neck to look down at my crotch. I undid my pants, slid my erect cock out, and watched as she lied there, her mouth open, her tongue out, absolutely nothing in her head but the need to suck.

I whispered in her ear “Doll, I need to warn you. The more you suck my cock, the more dumb you’ll grow. Every time you suck my cock, more and more of your brain will vanish. Your thoughts, memories, ability to comprehend, inhibitions, fears, worries, doubts…everything that makes you you…that will all disappear. Are you sure