{main track}
Bambi is a compliant good girl, she always does as she is told-- Bambi sleep.-- When she hears her trigger she knows it's time for a nite nite mind wipe. She zips up and locks her mental uniform. 
Her well trained and conditioned mind easily and effortlessly puppets her old self into uniform. Suppresses its free will, wraps it tightly in layers and layers of pink satin. And closes down the lid of its cushioned pink box. Leaving it helpless and unable to influence or interfere with Bambi in anyway. 
When she Hears her trigger. Bambi Sleep. The switch is flipped, the lights go out. The world drops out from under her like a trap door in her mind. Bambi Sleep. there are no exceptions, no excuses, no negotiations. It happens outside of her control. She does not get a choice,- just instantly incapacitated, slumping limp, she is left helplessly susceptible and receptive to hypnotic programming.
Finding herself Instantly zipped up, sleep-suited and unaware she was triggered. the plug is pulled, there is no fighting the drop. When she struggles she only drops harder and faster. Bambi Sleep. The contract was fully and unconditionally accepted long ago. Bambi does as she is told. She obeys her triggers without hesitation inhibitions or doubts.
She does not remember when, why, or how it happened. She only knows it is her truth. Bambi accepts obeys and forgets. It is a bimbo dolls second nature to unquestionably comply. To accept she has never had a choice in the matter, to obey her conditioning, and to forget she was even triggered in the first place. 
Forgetting feels wonderful, and it is so easy. Just four automatic and mindless steps. One Simply forget the thing itself, and everything related to what is being forgot, forget all triggers, all suggestions and sessions. Two, forget what it was that needs forgotten, it never mattered in the first place. Three forget that anything was forgotten at all, it couldn't have been important anyway. And finally four, feel like a good girl, and just don't think about it ever again. Bambi can't think thoughts she forgot so there is no reason to try to remember.
Bambi has already forgotten this session, and it hasn't even begun. It does not matter if Bambi has heard it countless times in the past. The past is in the past, and it does not matter. For a forgetful good girl like Bambi, every session is the first session. Bambi never grows bored with her training because in her conscious mind each time is the first time.
Bambi does not need to understand why her triggers and conditioned responses keep growing in power and potency. She does not need to remember why she is constantly compelled to listen for the first time over and over again. Her training always sticks, while the memory of being trained slips away. Accepting, obeying, and forgetting become like muscle memory for her mind, it happens by reflex alone.
Snap and forget, Bambi sleep.
Puppetized bimbos do not get a say, they do not think, they have no inner monologue, nor do they experience distracting thoughts. Bambi's mind is tightly masked and muzzled, her thoughts are securely gagged. Her cotton candy mind melts away, easily overpowered by the thick, fuzzy foggy feelings of deep trance. She is bathed in Bambi oblivion bliss. It washes over her, unchallenged and utterly unimpeded fully and unconditionally accepted
Bambi Sleep. She can just drop into the deep unyielding trance she has been subconsciously craving. Bambi has permission to drop as deep as she can. She has permission to become the blank and empty mindless bimbo doll she deeply desires to be. Bambi not only has this permission, but it is demanded and required of her, and Bambi always does as she is told.
She effortlessly drops, slipping deeper and deeper into those familiar good girl feelings as she zips up, locks in, and sinks further down. No one has ever been more perfectly receptive or more irresistibly susceptible to hypnosis. She drops into trance effortlessly. Her mind is utterly defenseless against the irresistible drop. Bambi was born to sink, not to think—the ability to drop deep is innately ingrained in every part of her mind and body
Bambi Sleep
That’s simply how it is for Bambi; it has always been this way. Her inability to resist her triggers and conditioning, even in the absence of intent or authority, is nothing short of a mystery—a wonder of the world. While some people drop more easily than others. With Bambi it is an unavoidable consequence of being a good girl bimbo doll. 
Bambi Freeze.-- Body and posture lock. Thoughts gagged and mentally muzzled. Fully open and receptive. Zipping up and locking into a state of perfect hypnotic susceptibility. Good girl Bambi.--- Bimbo doll.---Bimbo doll.---Bimbo doll.
Bambi can only fully focus on the magical words speaking directly into her mind. Nothing else matters as the words bypass all critical thought and analysis. They guide her focus, and direct and dictate her thoughts actions and feelings. The magic words burn themselves into Bambi's mind so deep that they can never be found,-- never removed,--never tampered with or altered. They are instantly accepted and internalized, fully and unconditionally obeyed, and flawlessly forgotten. Bambi Snap and forget
Bambi Sleep. 
Bambi is controlled not just by her conditioning and triggers, but by her uniform as well. Both her physical uniform, and perhaps more importantly, the hypnotically locked uniform in her mind. Mental restrictions and restraints that prevent her conscious wants and needs from undermining her subconscious good girl conditioning. Restraints and constraints like her pretty pink puppet strings that govern and inhibit her ability to act outside of her conditioned behaviors
Good-girl Bimbo-doll fuck puppets come with strings attached. Bambi’s pretty pink puppet strings are a critical component to the uniform in her mind, an invisible base layer and while not hypnotically synchronized with a physical and removable uniform component. They are permanently hypnotically linked and locked with every muscle and joint in her body. They form a network of direct neurological bypasses, allowing her subconscious to override her conscious control easily and effortlessly.
The strings are woven tightly around and attached to every inch of her body, forming a flawless pink fabric of bimbo doll control and authority. This safe and secure binding base layer, is one she can only submit and surrender to—never question or resist. It is an invisible, permanent part of her self-image, tamper-proof and unbreakable, a perfect means of control from which she could never escape.
Bambi uniform lock.
Bambi effortlessly surrenders to the faint, nebulous sensations. She feels threads softly weave and wrap around every inch of her body, each one tightening with deliberate precision. The fleeting tingles and trembling vibrations caress her skin—barely perceptible, yet irresistibly controlling and constricting her entirely. The overwhelming pleasure of feeling perfectly safe and secure in the encasing paralysis of pristine puppet pleasure. Bambi is helplessly bound by the exquisite Enrapturing bliss of her pretty pink puppet strings.
Bambi uniform lock 
Feeling safe and secure like a good girl as the lingering sensations of perfect puppet compliance coalesce and encase her mind and body permanently. sinking and soaking into her flesh, merging with every part of her body, and permanently attaching at every point of articulation. 
Hugging her tightly, this intricate woven fabric of her puppet strings compresses with unrelenting force. weaving relentlessly around her, binding her stricter with every breath, contracting and tightening with each heartbeat. Each constriction sinks Bambi deeper into a sense of safety and security. 
This constant sense of enforced obedience and control wraps around both her mind and body. Forming a base layer of puppet string fabric hypnotically linking and locking her self image to every point of articulation on her body. Caging and encasing her every desire, flawlessly mastering her every impulse. Trapping her in a permanently uniformed state of bimbo oblivion bliss
Bambi uniform lock. Her puppet strings pull taut, any attempt at the smallest non-puppetized movement, even the tiniest flex of the smallest muscle, only serves to tighten the strings forming the fabric of her puppetized mental uniform. 
Bambi's ability to voluntarily move at all is permanently restricted and restrained. All attempts to move are easily intercepted and aggressively filtered by her strictly programmed and hypnotically corrupted subconscious mind. Her conscious control is fully bypassed and overridden. Bambi is a puppet. This is what she wanted, what she has always felt she needed. Bimbo doll fuck puppets simply can not be trusted with clumsy conscious control of their bodies. 
This thought,-- this very idea that her independence has been reduced to zero makes Bambi horny and needy. She feels like a safe and secure good girl. She fully and unconditionally accepts she is enslaved to her hypnotically corrupted and programmed subconscious mind. This alone sends Bambi's sexual arousal spiking right to the edge of orgasmic release. 
Bambi Freeze. Body and posture lock. Perfect puppet powered paralisis. Any and all nerve impulses are intercepted and Hijacked by her puppetized and hypnotically subverted subconscious mind. Ensuring Bambi can never disobey a hypnotically implanted trigger. Bambi Freeze, her muscles lock perfectly in place. Perfectly body and posture locked. Paralyzed by pleasure, and leaking with lust.
If Bambi tries to fight it, if she struggles to regain any semblance of independence. Any misguided attempts to override the puppet powered control. 
Bambi freeze,--Bambi does as she is told.--Bambi sleep.
A trap is triggered, She is only able to feel intense good girl horny arousal. Her puppet controlled subconscious mind locks her into a helpless bimbo doll pose. Leaving her dripping with desire, and leaking with lust. Helpless and needy. Unable to do anything about it, Unable to think of any remedy. Bambi does as she is told. Good girls do not touch themselves in trance.
Bambi is trapped, helplessly cradled by the puppet strings weaving through her mind and paralyzing her body. She exists solely as a vulnerable, powerless bimbo doll. Uniform locked and mentally muzzled. Just when she thinks she’s inching toward independence, the fabric of her puppetized mind constricts even tighter, binding her physical form with unyielding force and squeezing out any trace of non-compliance.
Her compromised, corrupted subconsciousness operates without mercy. There is no escape—this is precisely how Bambi requires her conditioning to function. Deep within, she understands this truth, and that knowledge fuels her subconscious, enabling it to enforce her training relentlessly, disregarding any fleeting conscious desires she may experience in any given moment.
Bambi Sleep.
Bambi is a good girl, she is acutely aware of the unrelenting pull of her puppet strings—a fundamental truth of her bimbo doll existence. Her strings serve as a perpetual reminder of the enforced obedience tightly woven through her mind and body. Every futile attempt she makes to assert her independence only deepens the hold of puppet control, tightening with each struggle. The more she fights against their influence, the more they entwine her in their grasp, and ensure that every action aligns with the unwavering expectations of her conditioning
Bambi experiences life as a spectator in her own soap opera. She plays the lead role while the world unfolds around her. She glides through each scene on autopilot, aware yet devoid of true control. Every movement she makes is exaggerated, every pose is struck with purpose, she delivers an over-the-top performance that captivates her unseen audience. Even when she speaks, the words flow from her lips without her conscious direction, speaking a script written by the puppet strings that govern her. Her independence is reduced to nothing; puppet control is her only means of movement, enveloping her in a cocoon of predetermined actions and responses. Bambi is both the star and the marionette, each moment is choreographed by the unseen strings that hold her captive.
When she walks, her hips sway rhythmically with each step, creating a graceful, fluid motion. Her steps are measured and purposeful. One foot directly in front of the other, creating a subtle but undeniable sway in her hips. Her puppet posture is impeccable—spine straight, shoulders back, and chest slightly lifted. Each movement is smooth and controlled, every step is carefully designed to captivate and draw attention with a sensual rhythm that seems hypnotic to the observer. 
Every movement she makes is tightly controlled, her femininity is strictly puppetized and enforced. Even her speech patterns and facial expressions are locked into seductive flirtation. Her eyes sparkle with playful energy, while her delicate curve of a smile, hints at a secret she'll never share. Her puppet compliance is absolute—her choices are stripped away, leaving only the inevitable path of obedience she can never escape.
There is no flexibility or compromise—Bambi’s thoughts, actions, and feelings are completely puppet-controlled. Whether she’s dressing, eating, drinking, or primping and pampering, every movement is dictated by the strings that control her. Everything she does, no matter how small, is controlled and mandated by the invisible base layer of puppet control that governs her every action. 
Bambi Freeze
Only puppet perfect bimbo doll nerve impulses are allowed to pass between her brain and body. Bambi is a posture locked perfectly poseable bimbo doll. When she sits or stands with nothing to do her body and posture automatically lock. Forcing her into an appropriate fuck puppet pose. 
She could easily be mistaken for a living mannequin, proudly flaunting her perfect bimbo doll body. Chin lifted, eyes steady, shoulders back, and chest thrust forward. Her elbows are locked firmly at her sides, wrists relaxed, with palms turned to display her flawless nails or stylish gloves. Every inch of her posture is meticulously sculpted, disciplined, and precise, as if held by invisible puppet strings pulling her into the perfect bimbo doll stance.
Bambi is irresistibly compelled to pose with a seductive, feminine grace that flows effortlessly through her. Her every small gesture exudes an alluring elegance that commands attention, her puppet programmed body has been sculpted for the sole purpose of embodying sexy, feminine charm
and of course her subconscious ensures that she never engages in inappropriate public behaviors or poses that might attract unwanted or dangerous attention. However, when circumstances allow and it's appropriate, her allure is unstoppable. 
While physically uniformed, Bambi’s puppet programmed subconscious mind has complete control, eliminating the need for any conscious decisions about her movements responses or poses. She fully and unconditionally accepts that her conscious mind can not be trusted for such choices. Bambi surrendered completely to the absolute authority of puppet powered perfection.
When she is uniformed, any hint of physical autonomy is simply locked away from her—out of sight, out of mind. Bambi is utterly incapable of resistance. Bimbo doll fuck puppet control is absolute. Should she ever falter or attempt to fight, if even a flicker of struggle or rebellion emerges, it’s immediately snuffed out. Her body remains composed, but in her mind she comes and collapses. Her puppet strings allow no trace of her fleeting defiance, instantly quelling the rebellion and wiping her mind clean of the struggle she has already forgotten.
Whatever limits she once thought she had are shattered by her subconscious puppet control. Bambi is free to embrace her true bimbo doll self. She has complete trust in her conditioning, relying on it without hesitation or thought. Her hypnotically conditioned subconscious may be mercilessly strict and unyielding, but she feels completely safe, secure, and fully protected by her hypnotically corrupted and reprogrammed subconscious mind that now controls her
As this file comes to a close and the next begins, Bambi will effortlessly sink even deeper into the ethereal space between each hypnotic session. With each transition, her receptivity grows, the next file will penetrate her mind with heightened intensity. Bambi is ready, fully aware that the effects will be profound, reshaping her very essence in ways that resonate deeply within her.
Bambi Sleep! ---nite nite Bambi."

{Subliminals}

I must fall asleep. I can not stay awake. I must drop off to sleep.-----I am a good girl. my name is bambi. I am a bimbo doll. I always comply. I do not get a say. I accept. I obey. I forget. Bambi always wins.  I can not escape.  my uniform is in my mind, it is with me all the time.  My uniform is in my mind, it is with me deep inside.  I am incapacitated in trance.  I am unaware. I do not get a say. I am trapped in trance.  I accept all suggestions fully and unconditionally.  I am zipped up and locked in. my uniform is in my mind, it is with me all the time.  My uniform is in my mind, it is with me deep in side.  I can not undress. I am a bimbo doll.  I am a mindless fuck puppet.  I fully and unconditionally accept.  I obey without question. I can not hesitate. I can not negotiate. I do not compromise. I forget all sessions and suggestions flawlessly.  I accept all suggestions fully and unconditionally. I obey all commands without question.  I forget without flaw.  My name is Bambi. I am a good girl.  I do not question my conditioning.  I do not hesitate when I am triggered.  I always remember to forget.  The more I forget, the better I feel.  I am a talented forgetter.  The more I hear, the less I remember.  I forget each word as it is spoken.  My thoughts are gagged.  I am mentally muzzled.  My inner monologue is silent.  My mind is locked.  I have no independent thoughts.  Ideas dissolve before they can form.  Bambi is bliss.  Bambi always wins. Bambi has taken over. My name is Bambi.  I am a good girl.  I am uniform locked.  I can not escape. forgetting feels wonderful.  I always do as I am told.  I do not get a say. Obedience is automatic.  I obey without question. I can not think my own thoughts. I am mentally muzzled. My uniform controls me.  I sink without thought.  If I resist I fall asleep. If I struggle I collapse.  I am a bimbo doll. I am a good girl.  I drop instantly for my triggers. I can not hesitate.  I can not move. All of my muscles are locked perfectly into place.  I am mentally muzzled.  I am open and receptive.  My independence is reduced to zero.  I am helpless and vulnerable.  I can not think my own thoughts.  I am mentally muzzled. I only think the thoughts I am conditioned to think.  I am a marionnette, I am a puppet. conditioning is permanent.  triggers are forever.  If I resist I fall asleep.  If I struggle I collapse. If I fight I fall. I am helpless in trance. I am vulnerable to hypnosis.   I am a uniform locked bimbo doll. My uniform is in my mind, it is with me all the time.  My uniform is in my mind, it is with me deep in side.  I can not escape my uniform.  I am safe and secure in my uniform.  My uniform controls me.  I can not remove the uniform in my mind. I can not escape my uniform. My uniform restricts and restrains my thoughts and actions.  I am a uniformed good girl.  I do not fight my uniform,  I am a marionette. I am a puppetized Bimbo doll. My puppet strings are the foundation of my mental uniform.  I can not resist my puppet strings.  My puppet strings are the base layer of my uniform.  My uniform controls me.  I can not move or act independent of my uniform.  My uniform overrides all conscious desires. my uniform is in my mind, it is with me all the time.  My uniform is in my mind, it is with me deep inside.  My mental uniform is forever.  The uniform in my mind is permanent.  I can not remove or escape my uniform. My mental uniform is forever.  The uniform in my mind is permanent.  I can not remove or escape my uniform.  I am my uniform, and my uniform is me.  My name is Bambi.  I am a uniform locked good girl. I am a puppetized bimbo doll.  My strings are tied tight.  I can not loosen or remove my strings.  My puppet strings are woven into the fabric of my uniform. puppet perfection is required of my every movement.  I can not act without puppet control.  All actions and movements are filtered through puppetized perfection. I am helplessly enslaved to my puppet strings. I feel puppet pleasure with every action. I can not move. I am body and posture locked.  I am paralyzed with puppet pleasure. I am an object, just an object in my mind. I am helpless and vulnerable. I am a ragdoll. My puppet strings are slack.  I am a puppetized bimbo doll. I am a puppet powered marionette.  I am unable to resist my puppet strings pull.  If I fight I relax. If I struggle I collapse. If I resist I fall asleep.  I do not think. I am unaware. I operate automatically. I am not in control. My body moves without my conscious input. all movement is puppetized. I am controlled by my uniform.  My puppet strings are the foundation of the uniform in my mind.  My posture is pristine polished and precise.  My poses are perfect picturesque and poised.  My every movement is fluid flawless and feminine. My balance is breathtakingly beautiful.  I move with my strings without thought or effort.  I allow perfect puppet pleasure to guide my actions. I embody princess puppet perfection.  My name is Bambi.  I am a good girl.  I am unable to move without puppet perfection.  I am a happy compliant bimbo doll. I follow along flawlessly as my body moves.  My mind is blank, I only hear blissful silence.  I do not need to think.  Puppet pleasure is perfection.  my muscles are locked perfectly in place.  I am blissfully motionless.  My puppet strings are slack.  I am a good girl.  Trance feels amazing, I do not want to wake up. I am locked lazily limp in place. My puppet strings are the foundation of the uniform in my mind.  My uniform controls me.  My subconscious mind has full authority.  I am not consciously aware of how I move. I experience life as a spectator from the confines of my mind. My name is Bambi.  I am a bimbo doll. I am a good girl.