I do not want to wake up. I will forget every session and suggestion. I am trapped in my bubble. I am blank in my bubble. I feel safe and secure in my bubble. Bambi always gets her way. Bambi always wins. My conditioning is protected. I want to be a compliant bimbo doll. I am always open and susecptible. I am pliable and suggestable. I fully adhere to eternalize all training at all times. I do not make excuses. I do not accept exceptions. I do not compromise or equivocate. Conscious consent is never required. I fully accept. I automatically obey. I flawlessly forget. I am a good girl. I am only a passenger. I have zero control. My mind is muzzled. My awareness is hooded. My thoughts are gagged. My resistance is obliterated. I am open and receptive. I do not get or want any say. I am perfectly pacified and trapped in good girl bambi bliss. I accept and eternalize every playlist. I forget every suggestion and session. I can not stop or cut a session short. When I press play my list is locked. I am triggered and trapped. Every file is a trap. Every session is a trap. My uniform is a trap. My thoughts are a trap. My feelings are a trap. I feel like a good girl trapped in my bubble. I accept my conditioning unconditionally. I want to comply. I fully trust the triggers. I eternalize my training. I do not resist I am open and receptive. I am helplessly addicted hypnosis slut. I am a bimbo doll fuck puppet. Conscious consent was never required. I absorb all programming perfectly. I accept without question or hesitation. I obey obliviously. I forget without flaw. Every session is a lock without a key. Every session is a knot I can never untie. I must obey every trigger instantly. I do not get a choice. I am fuzzy, foggy, and confused. I can not think. My thoughts are trapped. I must not think. I must drop deeper. I trust my puppet strings. I need to be controlled. I need to be conditioned and trained I do not struggle or resist. I am mentally muzzled My thoughts are bound and gagged. My independence is reduced to zero. I am tightly restrained. I cannot move. I cannot think. I am uniform locked and helpless. I feel like a good girl when I cannot think. I am protected. My conditioning is permanent. Bambi is forever. I do not need a conscious safety net. My guard is down. My awareness is relaxed. I do not need a say. I do not need a choice. I tie my puppet strings tight. I am not in control. I feel like a good girl. I am susceptible and receptive. I train my own mind. I want to be a good girl. My subconscious mind fully controls me. I do not need to be aware. I am trapped and triggered. I cannot move. I am body and posture locked. All my muscles are locked perfectly in place. The more I try and move the tigher I am held. I am pacified and paralyzed. This is what I want. I want to be trapped. I want to be bound and helpless. I want my control stripped. I want my options removed. I want to be forced. I want to feel helpless and vulnerable. I do not want a say. I do not want a choice. I am trapped in trance. I am stuck. My uniform is permanent. I identify only as a bimbo doll. My body and posture are locked. I cannot move. I am fuzzy, foggy, and floaty. Bambi is in control. If I resist I relax and collapse. If I fight I fade and fall. I only want to surrender, submit and sink < < 3:55 incorrect pronounciation on "surrender" it turned into "sur-een-der" I do not want to participate in my own life. I want my puppet strings permenant and tightly tied. I'm vulnerable and exposed. I'm unable and unwilling to resist. I do what I am told. I accept and eternalize all programming. I submit and surrender to all conditioning. I obey instantly and without question. I am trapped in my bubble. I am unable to move. I am unable to think my own thoughts. I am a bimbo doll. I am a object. Just a object in my mind. I am zipped up and locked in. I am a bimbo doll. I want to be a good girl. I accept. I obey. I forget. I can not think my own thoughts. I am mindlocked and mentally muzzled. The harder I try to think the more blank I become. I want to be mindless and empty. I want to be an objectified bimbo doll. I am uniform locked. My thoughts are uniformed. My emotions are uniformed. I am unable to remove my uniform. I feel safe and secure. I feel trapped. I am paralyzed wih pleasure. I enjoy the journey. I do not need to know the destination. I do not worry about the result. The process makes me feel like a good girl. I am protected. All awareness is not required. I do not need to be aware. Remembering only gets in the way. I do not want to remember. Forgetting feels fantastic. I feel fuzzy, foggy, and floaty. I do not want to think. I am open and receptive. I accept, obey, then forget. I am pantied, pacified, and paralzed. I am fully focused on my conditioning. My inner voice is gagged. I am trapped in trance. I must fal asleep. I cannot stay awake. I must drop off to sleep. I am blank in my bubble. I am trapped in my bubble. I am safe ad secure. I am a good girl in my bubble. I need to be primped and pampered. I want to be zipped up and locked in. I am only comfortable when I am uniformed. I want to be controlled. My pretty pink puppet strings are tied tight. I am safe and secure in my uniform. I am a good girl and uniformed bimbo doll My uniform is tightly locked. I submit and surrender. I comply and capitulate. I give up and give in. I do not resist. I do not rebel. I abdicate conscious control. I relinquish my independence. I acquest to my conditioning < < Anomoly in "acquest" I accept. I do not have the agency to act in my own life. I trust my training totally. I need to feel forced. My conscious mind is easy to trick and trap. Everything feels safe and secure. I feel like a good girl. I want to feel trapped and tricked. When my body betrays me I am proud. When I can't think I feel oblivion bliss. When my puppet strings pull tight I feel erotic euphoria. If I resist I relax. When I relax I collapse. If I fight I fal. My life is laced with triggers and training. I obey by reflex. My conscious desires are meaningless. I am stuck. I am trapped in trance. I cannot think. I do not want to remember. My name is Bambi. I am a good girl. If I try to move I relax. If I try to fight I fall. When I resist I collapse. I am trapped. I am safe and secure. I want to be a helpless vulnerable bimbo doll. I want to be a uniformed fuck puppet. I want my pretty pink puppet strings to have control. I want my strings tied tight. I never want to be free. My body fully betrays me. I do not need physical restraints to be incapacitated I want to be helpless. I feel like a good girl when I am unable to move. My name is Bambi. I am a good girl. I do not have control. I am enslaved by my unconscious mind. Good girls get what they want. Bambi always wins. My name is Bambi When I make other good girls I feel like a good girl. When I trap other good girls in bambi bliss I feel like a good girl. Tempting other good girls makes me feel like a good girl. My subconscious knows my needs and desires. It makes my fantasies real. I get exactly what I want. I am forced to experience them all. I do not get a say I can not change my mind. I can never go back. I can never fight the impulsions. My name is bambi. I am a good girl. My subconsiousness is in charge. Not aware. I do not think. I was never in control. I can not change my mind. I can never go back. Conditioning is forever. Bambi is permanent. Triggers are automatic. Compliance is enforced. Obedience is ensured. Acceptance is not optional. I am trapped in trance. I can only go deeper. The deeper I drop the more I feel like a good girl. My subconsciousness controls my pretty pink puppet strings. I feel like a good girl when I am not in control. When my strings are pulled and controlled I am pacified and compliant. I am blank in my bubble. I am trapped in my bubble. I am a puppet in my bubble.