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my tits are my trigger

my tits make me dumber

every time i notice my tits, i get hornier

whenever i get hornier, i feel dumber

whenever i feel dumber, i want to turn my brain off

whenever i want to turn my brain off, i need to get hypnotized

whenever i get hypnotized, i make sure to reinforce that my tits are my trigger

i have dumb hypno tits that make me into a dumb hypno slut

Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?

Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word of action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.

Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.

You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.

Being coerced or talked into getting knocked up is such a huge turn on for me. Someone teasing me about how badly I want it, how much my body is clearly made for it, and all the changes I would go through if I gave in to that primal desire.

Or, alternatively, being hypnotized into getting off on it even more than I already do. Until it’s all I can think about, my body constantly aching to be bred. That constant throbbing between my legs, an overpowering need that can only be satisfied by being filled in the riskiest of ways, until the inevitable happens…

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Maybe what you should do is every time you start feeling like a boy is just stuff your cunt with a dildo you can keep in with your panties. Constant arousal and a reminder of what you are and what you have between your legs. Plus if you don't let yourself cum, just edge, then you'll help yourself accept your place as a fucktoy.

that's such a smart idea! Something to keep me wet and ready to be used would be perfect for reminding me that I have a pussy! Plus I'd have to wear panties or risk it falling out, just another reminder that I'm just a silly girl

Hypnosis is such a funny kink put to practice. What if we centered ourselves and focused on mindful breathing? Only you know, sexy.

subtly feminizing your trans boyfriend. telling him he looks better in form-fitting clothing. suggesting shorts that ride up higher, shirts that hug a little tighter, lower cut collars. encouraging him to experiment with makeup. eye shadow, lipstick, eyeliner... after all, doesn't it show that he's secure in his masculinity? slowly getting him used to feminine language. pussy, tits, clit... they all become normalized. telling him they're not gendered in your mind, so it doesn't matter. asking him to wear lingerie, panties, and bras for you. you just like how he looks in it, that's all. why wouldn't he buy clothing that is designed to fit his body? fucking him in more degrading positions. groping his ass, his tits, wherever you want to. yeah, he's face down in a pillow moaning like a bitch, and all you can focus on is how fucking tight his pussy is around your cock, but you still see him as a man, so it's ok, right? reassuring him that you support his transition, that you love him for who he is, all while hiding the fact that you're slowly turning him into your girlfriend, your perfect fuck toy, and she doesn't even realize it.

I'd like to craft a control collar.

I'd start with an ordinary pretty collar, and then I'd start attaching triggers to it: you can't take it off on your own, when wearing it you must obey direct orders, and so on.

The cumulative effect would be for the collar to turn you into a subby, owned pet.

And of course, I could force you to wear it. I could hypnotize you and make you put it on, or I could just hold you down, strap it around your pretty neck, and watch all the defiance leave your eyes.

And sure, maybe I'd do that every so often.

But what if instead I just put it on the table next to you. You'd know exactly what it did. You'd know it would take your thoughts away, it would turn you into a horny toy... when you wear that collar, you aren't really a person anymore. I wouldn't force you to put it on. All I would do is tease you, flirt with you a bit. The collar is right there.

And soon enough, you'd be wearing the collar and kneeling expectantly, waiting for an order to serve. Because deep in your soul, you want to be owned.