I Was a Brainwashed Bimbo

I entered the virtual world of Second Life with no real expectations. I planned to spend a week taking a digital vacation while the real world was locked down for Covid. Instead, the rabbit hole went deeper than I ever imagined. I found myself drawn to two tasty kinks that tasted great together; bimbos and hypnosis.

Those were gateway drugs for me. The real stuff, the hard stuff was bimbo brainwashing. Be careful. You may want more.

Hypnosis vs. Brainwashing

It is commonly said that a subject cannot be hypnotized to do anything they don’t want to do. The mind has safeguards. It will reject suggestions that go against deeply held values or beliefs. In this respect, hypnosis is relatively “safe”.

There’s more to it than that, of course. A good subject for hypnosis opens themselves up to suggestion. It actually takes practice to do this. Early on I used to practice “going blank”. It was like meditation to empty my mind. The more I did this, the easier it was.

When a someone is “blank”, they are susceptible. Their minds will reject certain suggestions. But that still allows a lot of things to get through. In my case, I was introduced to ideas that appealed to some part of me I wasn’t even aware existed. It was a sneaky little loophole that made me a participant in my own brainwashing.

The difference between brainwashing and hypnosis is one of degrees. The lightest form of hypnosis can be unrecognizable to the subject. I might pitch my voice a certain way. Or use a phrase that will plant a suggestion in your mind without your awareness. Or we could have a session in which I put you in a trance.

Brainwashing has to be sustained over time. The goal is to get around your mind’s defenses by changing what you want. The hypnotist can’t turn you into a mindless fucktoy against your will. But through brainwashing, your desires can be changed. Once that happens, you will beg for more.

(Unless of course you think all of this is hogwash. Someone who isn’t open to hypnosis will simply reject the whole thing. A very knowledgeable hypnotist once told me all hypnosis is self-hypnosis. All of this is collaborative.)

Ethical Concerns and Cults

I don’t want to take this subject lightly. In the real world, people have had their lives ruined by cults and brainwashing. There are predatory people who will use these techniques to abuse and victimize others. Fortunately the most extreme cult tactics don’t translate well into a virtual world.

A real cult leader will isolate a victim. Cut them off from the outside world. Deprive them of sleep and food to induce a euphoric state. None of these things work in Second Life where a subject can go AFK (away from keyboard) at will. The brainwashing I am talking about here is not the real-life variety. It’s the consequence-light version that exists within Second Life’s kink communities.

Notice I didn’t say consequence-free. In Second Life you don’t have to worry about being locked away in a cult leader’s compound. But there may be consequences. Your trainer is systematically changing how you think (for good or bad). And those changes don’t stop at the keyboard.

I came into Second Life young and naive. I hadn’t even heard of most of the kinks I was about to discover. The ones I had heard of, I didn’t understand. I found a lot of them disgusting. What’s sexy about being pregnant? Or lactation? Or tentacles? All of that stuff turned me off.

After a couple of years of brainwashing, all of my turn-offs turn me on. When someone asks me about my limits, I tell them I am not aware of any if I have them. People don’t believe me, but it’s true. Within the virtual world, there’s nothing I won’t do for a thrill. I like it all.

Is that the result of brainwashing? Or has five years in Second Life expanded my horizons? The later is definitely a factor. But I can’t fully discount the impact of years of training. There is no arguing with the outcome. I became what my brainwasher wanted me to be.

After…

My brainwashing never truly ended. I am no longer active within the hypnosis community. I eventually plateaued. You can only be bimbofied so much before it becomes repetitive. I’m Bimbo Luxe, baby. I’m way beyond all that now.

I’m still very close with the man who brainwashed me. He checks in periodically. Probably pops the hood and tinkers around. I can never remember. But he usually leaves me a clue. He likes leaving me perpetually dazed and confused. I can’t fully trust my own thoughts or memories. And that turns us both on.

Maybe I chose this bimbo life. Or maybe I was tricked into it. I don’t know and I don’t care. I have never been happier than I am now. The bimbo life is worry-free. My brainwashing opened the doors to all of the adventures you read about here. I wouldn’t change a thing.

Besides, that’s not up to me. Is it?