There is no escape from the bimbo’s clutches…teehee…
By Miss Lilith
(featuring an appearance by Silly Lilly)
Welcome, Sweetea. I…am Lilith and you may regret your ill-thought-out decision to participate in this session. I have someone here who’s dying to meet you. Someone who you may have already met. Someone who may have already mindfucked you senseless. She…isn’t quite in a right state of mind. She doesn’t understand much beyond simple concepts like pleasure, joy, and desire. She doesn’t hold back. Doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t care about the sanity or sanctity of your mind. Or her own.
You see, I’m conducting an experiment and even though you probably shouldn’t have been so eager to help me with it…I’m still really, really glad you’re here. That you’re open to it. What I’m trying to ascertain is simple: can I outsource my conditioning to my bimbo. Can she do as perfect of a job as I do fucking with your mind? Manipulating your thoughts? Altering your desires, behaviors, and everything which makes you the person that you are? Can I simply ask my bimbo, Silly Lilly, to condition you to something like…chastity? Would she do a good job?
Do you think a dumb bimbo bitch could turn your mind inside out, trace your neural pathways, and then edit them accordingly to her desires? Well, to my desires, really. But she’ll be doing all the work. If you stick around, we’ll both have the answers to all those questions. And, of course, I’ll be here the whole entire time, making sure that she doesn’t step over her bounds. That she doesn’t leave you…too mindfucked. I’ll be watching over you. Keeping you safe. Reminding you what’s at stake. Reminding you to keep a piece of yourself back from her. I’ll be here, Sweetea…my voice a connection to sanity and safety and security…even as she does her own little thing trying to manipulate your feeble mind, your thoughts, your memories, and your desires.
I’ve given her one task today: conditioning your mind to chastity. That’s all. If you happen to have a chastity device, you should really be wearing it right now. If you do not…you may want to acquire one after this session ends. But…that’s up to you. For now…I need you to relax for me. That’s all you have to do. Just…relax for me, Sweetea. Close those heavy eyelids of yours if you haven’t already and listen to the sound of my voice and the words that I say…as the world begins to slip away from you. From your awareness. As the pull of a relaxed, deep, blank hypnotic trance embraces your thoughts, your body, and your mind.
As your–Aren’t you, like, feeling eeeepy already? Just, like, go to sleeeeeep. I don’t have alllll day. I have tea parties and orgies to go to! Helllllllo!
Uhhh, don’t mind her for now. She’s just a bit…excited. So…relax and empty your mind for me, drifting deeply down, down…Brain..like…pop, pop, pop. It’s sooo easy! When I like drop, I just pop my brain. When I drop, the bubbles go pop, pop, pop and I go…
Drop (snap).
Drop (snap).
Listen, follow, and continue dropping deeper and deeper for me. Focus only on the sound of my voice. Focus only the words that I say. Focus only on me. Drown everything else out, allowing the world to fall away…a sense of deep relaxation–Pop, pop, pop and you drop! Pop pop pop and you drop! Too much thinking! Stop thinking! It’s, like, so annnnoying. Can’t you just like…decide to drop into a deep, deep trance? It’s so eeeasssy.
You can…feel your thoughts diminish, your body growing numb, your mind slowing down, down, down…time becoming difficult to track. Reality sliding away from your perception…as if pushed away by–Me! Omg, that’s me! I’m pushing it away! I’m soooo good at pushing! I’m like…the best at enabling! I think. Well, I don’t think much! But I do think sometimes! About things! Ohmagod! It’s kinda hard to think. But that’s ok! You don’t need to think when you drop. Wait, what was I talking about?
She was talking about how you’re dropping deeper for me, the relaxation in your body washing away tensions and worries and stresses. My voice gently washing away your thoughts. Your mind. My words filling you with hope…with joy…with pleasure…with the a swelling, inescapable need to drop (snap) as you’ve dropped so many times before. In so many different ways. Dropped into trance. Dropped into hypnosis. You know that feeling…that sensation…of your brain all but ooozing out of your ears?
That feeling of–5…4…3…2…1…and…like…
Sleep(snap).
Sleep(snap).
Pop pop pop goes your brain. Pop pop pop goes your mind. Pop pop pop and you….drop! It’s like every bubble that goes pop…you drop. Every bubble that goes pop…fucks you up. Every bubble pop…pops your mind. Every pop…pop goes your mind. Mind goes pop. Brain goes pop. Pop pop pop.
Right…and as you listen and you follow, focused only on the sound of my voice…you can feel yourself approach a climax of sorts. Approaching that moment where your mind goes blank and empty and you fall deeply, deeply down, all the way into the deepest waters of trance. Into that state of mind where the only thing which may exist is–
Pop pop pop goes the mind. Like…you don’t need to think. It’s easier to listen. Why think when you don’t have to. How to think with bubbles instead of thoughts? Bubbles instead of…brain? Bubbles instead of…resistance? But…the bubble pop pop pop…and when your mind is bubbles and the bubbles pop…I think…what’s left????
Nothing, Sweetea. Nothing is left. When the bubbles pop…
You drop! (snap)
When your mind goes pop…
You sleep! (snap)
When you think…
Pop pop pop goes your brain…
When you focus…
Bubbles go pop! Mind goes pop! You drop!
You drop. You drift. You sleep. You sink. You fall. Deeper and deeper. More and more relaxed. Emptier and emptier. Down, down, down. Every pop is a thought popping out of existence. Every pop is your mind. Every pop and you drop (snap).
You drop. You drift. You sleep. You sink. You fall. Deeper and deeper. More and more relaxed. Emptier and emptier. Down, down, down. Every pop is a thought going poof. Gone. Every pop is your mind. Every pop and you drop (snap).
So very, very, very eeeeepy. We’re soooo eeeepy. Right? Don’t you feeeeel it? The eeeeepiness. Dropppy. Droppy. Weak. Blank. Empty. Like me! Oh. Em. Gee! Just like me! Did that rhyme? I’m, like…suuuch a poet, right? Oh my god. Teehee.
I think she wants you to drop deeper. I think she needs you to sleep. You know the kind of sleep I’m talking about, right? The kind which doesn’t knock you out…but does knock out your thoughts. Your perception. Your defense. Your resistance. Knocking your critical thinking capabilities right out of reality–Popping that silly little mind of yours. Pop, pop, pop. Every pop!
You drop.
Every drop…
A pop.
Until…
There is, like, nothing else to pop?
Until…
So blank and so empty and so fun!
Until…
You sleep!(snap)
Until…
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
All the way down.
Down, down, down…
Falling and sinking…
Sinking and sinking and popppppin’.
Focus on the sound of my voice…
Focus on like…my words, ok?
Listen to the bimbo…
Listen to me! Yeah! I’m the boss now!
Listen to her, Sweetea. She knows best.
I always know best! I know everything! I have alll your bubbles! I know all!
Nothing standing between her evil, manipulative ways and your weak, open, receptive mind.
Mwuahahahahahaahah. Fear me, mortal!
Was that, like, my line? I think I’m doing something wrong!
No, no, you’re doing just fine, bimbo. Do your best and I’m sure everything will be fine.
Ok! Teehee! This is like super awesome! I have a toy to play around with now! You can be my toy, right? Of course! Why wouldn’t you want to be my toy?! Being a toy is the best! You don’t need to think. You don’t need to make choices! You don’t need decisions! You can just…
Drop (snap) twice as deeply.
Sleep (snap) for me, eepy toy.
Alllll the way down.
Since you’re mine…I can like, do whatever I want with you, right?
She can, in fact, do anything she wants to do…to you. You have few thoughts remaining in that mind of yours. Zero resistance. Just..bubbles popping.
Pop pop pop.
Every bubble popping…pops your mind…pops your thoughts…pops your resistance…your defense…your awareness…leaving you more and more suggestible and receptive and weak. Each pop keeping you on track as the bimbo plays around with your mind.
I’ve always wanted a toyyyy. Oh. My. God! This. Is. Perfect! I know what I’m gonna do to you! I’m gonna dress–Ahem (snap). Bimbo. You have a very specific task, remember?
Oh yeah! Tehee. I forgot allll about that! Chastity! Chastity is sooo fun! I’ve been locked for…umm…for like…a really, really long time! Big numbers! But big numbers are scarrrry. But that’s ok. You don’t need big numbers. You just need to know that chastity is like SUPER fun!
Knowing that you can’t touch yourself because you’re locked? That’s like…the dream! And I’m living it!
Cause like…when you aren’t in chastity, all locked, safe, and secure…it doesn’t feeeeel right. It feeels wrong, like something is missing. Like…like you just gotta, you know? You gotta be locked. You gotta be chaste. You gotta…like…ohmygod…be bound and restrained!
And remember, Sweetea…don’t let her too deeply into your mind. Don’t let her fuck you all up. Don’t let her change who you are. Keep yourself safe. Remember…I’m here to make sure she doesn’t break you. So relax. Listen. Follow. Open up. Give in. Give up. Drift deeper and deeper. Always down, down, down..
Down, down, down…between your legs…locked and secured. Chastity on your mind. Chastity is a must! Chastity is the best! It feels…weird not to be locked away. It feels weird to be able to touch…I shouldn’t touch. You shouldn’t touch. We shouldn’t touch! Never touch! Always locked away and bound! Always without choice! Freedom sucks, anyway.
Do you think that’s true? Do you think you have more fun when locked away? When in chastity? Do you think that the longer you’re locked, the better it is? Do you believe that whenever you aren’t locked, you want nothing more than to be…under that lock and key? Bound and restrained, chaste and without control? Frustrated in the best of ways?
It’s like…addicting! That feeling of being locked!
Mmmmmm…that feeling of not being able to touch. It’s sooo frustrating and soooo hot! Don’t you just love that? Of course you do! Omg, like, why wouldn’t you? It’s like literally the bitchin’ best! Ok?
It’s just that…when I try to think of not being locked away…
Her mind goes pop, pop, pop.
Pop pop pop.
When she tries to justify being free to touch herself…her mind just…turns into bubbles and the bubbles pop…and all that remains is…
Pop pop pop. Can’t think. Don’t wanna think. Only wanna. Be. Locked! Super chaste. Bound. Happy! Horny! Wooooo.
Don’t you want to feel like I do?? Don’t you wanna be so happy and so free?! Mmmmm, I can’t even think about touching. I can’t even think about being unlocked. That’s just so sillllly! It’s dumb! So dumb.
Cause like…when you’re locked…bound by chastity…all nice and tight and sealed…nothing matters!
When you try to think…
Mind goes pop, pop, pop!
When you try to reason your way out of chastity…
Your mind like…goes pop, pop, pop. Empty and blank! And you FORGET! You forget and pop, pop, pop goes your brain.
When you consider that you may be walking around unlocked…without the restraints of chastity…
It feels so wrong! It’s like…why even? Right? Why even!
Just think about it, Sweetea…think about being unlocked and far from being chaste and…
Pop. Pop. Pop. Can’t think, teehee. No think. No brain. No resistance. No, no, no! You can’t even think! Bubbles pop and your brain pops and your mind pops and only think about being locked!.
When your mind turns to touching yourself…
You can’t touch yourself, silly! You’re locked! Locked and under key! Bound by chastity! Sealed by fate! Mindfucked and weak and subby as all hell! Teehee.
When you are sealed away by chastity…locked and bound…locked and restrained…under key…having lost control…
Everything, like…makes sense! That’s when you can let go and just…be happy! Happy like me!
I’m always happy and I’m always chaste! I’m always locked! I don’t even remember the last time I touched myself! The longer it is, the better it feels! It’s like…magic. It’s like…so magical! I can’t even! I can’t even think about touching or unlocking.
Because it really is just that hard to leave the restraints of chastity. I should know. I bound my bimbo in chastity and she’s loved every second of it since. She looooves being locked. She loves having no control. It makes her feel safe. It makes her feel weak, suggestible, happy, horny, and submissive. Waiting to be told what to do. How to do it. Waiting to be used.
Such a good toy! You want it just as bad as I do! You neeeed it. You need to be locked in chastity.
You need to be bound.
You, like…can’t think of touching.
You can’t even imagine it.
When you’re like…locked…
Every thought about touching yourself…
Pop pop pop. Brain go pop.
When you try to touch…
Brain go pop pop pop and you can’t touch. You can’t touch, silly!
You don’t want to touch. You can’t touch. Why would you ever want to?
To be locked feels right.
Everything makes sense. Everything feels right.
When you’re locked…you’re happy! Like me!
And you just want it for to last longer and longer.
Locked for longer and longer!
When you wake up, you think about how good it feels to be bound in chastity.
When you like…go to sleep, your thoughts go pop pop pop and you like…can’t even think about anything but how goooood it feels…
To be locked in chastity. To be under locked and key. To be bound and restrained.
Like….every second that you’re locked…
Pleasant, tiny little tingles ripple across your mind and your body…popping away negative thoughts…popping away tension…popping away resistance…popping away any need to touch.
It just gets easier and like…easier and easier! The longer you’re locked in chastity, the bettter it feeeels.
Each time you lock yourself away. Each time you’re locked away. Each time you’re bound in chastity under lock and key…
It gets harder and harder to take it off! Easier and easier to leave it on for longer and longer and longer!
Because when you’re locked away in chastity…bound and restrained…your mind fills with pleasure. With submission. With lust and desire and hope.
Day after day…week after week…month after month! No end to the build up!
The pleasure simply continues to intensify, taking up more of your mind. More of your body.
The bubbles in brain go pop pop pop! Don’t you want these bubbles in your brain?
Of course you do. You want the pleasure. You want the submission. You want the pop pop pop of the bubbles going off in your brain, sending waves and waves of bliss across your flesh, your nerves, your cells, your mind.
You can’t escape, silly! It’s toooo late now! Tehee.
Too late? What’s too late? Why would it be too late?
It’s like so totally too late, silly!
I’m sure that’s not true…
Omg, it is! It’s way too late now! It’s like…a virus or something. Once the bubbles pop pop pop in your brain, you’re never the same!
That’s silly, bimbo.
It’s like you can’t even! Ugh. It’s so easy. The bubbles go pop and the brain goes pop and then you can’t ever, ever, ever escape! Bound in chastity! Under, like…lock and key. Losing control.
Losing your mind to the bubbles?
To chastity! Lose yourself to chastity, silly!
But where do the bubbles come in?
Ugh! Cause when you try to escape chastity…your brain pops and…
More and more of your brain becomes obsessed with it? With abstaining from touch? From orgasm? From freedom?
Yes, yes, yes! When you try to unlock…
Your brain goes pop pop pop?
When you try to, like…touch…
Your brain pops?
When your brain pops…
Your intoxication with chastity spreads and grows and takes over your mind.
Each time you unlock…
You just want to be locked and bound again.
Each time you like…try to touch..
Mind pops.
Each time you like…think about being free..
Pop pop pop…and the world flips upside down and you want nothing more than to be locked. Bound. Chaste. Caged and chained and without power of choice.
Cause it’s like so totally better when you can feel the happy, sexy bubbles in your mind when you’re locked! It’s like…when you fight against chastity…your brain pops and you can’t fight! Why fight? Never fight!
Just give in? Give in…to chastity? Give in and cherish each second of it? Allow it to take your choices away from you?
Totally! There is like…nothing better! You have to be locked in chastity!
Mmmmm, you must be locked in chastity.
Being locked and bound fills you with like…these super totally awesome feelings!
Feelings of arousal, excitement, joy, contentment, submission, and satisfaction.
Chastity like…erases your resistance.
Leaving you defenseless and suggestible. Mind wide up. Mind absorbent.
No touch. No cum.
You must not touch. You must not cum.
Remember, my silly little toy…the bubbles infect your brain. They go pop and they break your mind and you like….just can’t even. Can’t even think of anything but chastity.
Can’t imagine being anything but locked away. Can’t imagine walking around unlocked. Can’t stand it to be free. It’s just not right. It’s not natural. What’s natural is…
Total and complete chastity!!! Yuuuup. Locked and bound. Tehee!
But…I can’t really leave you like this, can I? There are things you must first understand before I let you go, your mind all confused. All over the place. Not knowing what to trust or who to listen to. No, no, first you must know that no matter what has been said, you will consider safety first. Safety first, always, no matter what.
You must take into consideration always your hygiene and your safety. Everything else comes second. This…you must obey. This, you must understand. This is a truth which you cannot run from. So you will take care of yourself for me, Sweetea. You will keep yourself clean. You will always make sure you have a way out of locked chastity.
And now you can unpop your brain and begin to wake for me. Slowly. Gradually. Feeling the world flow back into your perception bit by bit. Becoming more and more awake. More and more aware. Suggestions from the session settling down onto the foundation of your mind and etching themselves right into it, giving you no choice but to accept them all. But to give in and wake up. Wake up, Sweetea.
More and more aware. More and more awake. Thinking of…chastity. Thinking of how good it feels to be locked. To be bound. To give up your control.
But…wake up(snap) and come back fully into the waking world, where you can savor the perfection of chastity. Where you can taste the bliss of being bound under lock and key.