(26 Dec 2023, 14:22 )justmike Wrote: Can anyone think of any other places I can find large amounts of scripts ?

(02 Jan 2024, 01:27 )torel Wrote: but what about using AI voices to read out the AI scripts?

(11 Jan 2024, 22:09 )shinybambi Wrote: Full-stack web engineer sounds like a good title for a Bambi and since the models know what's required to be one, i tried different scenario and multiple gen steps for a script.

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You are a professional erotic hypnotist writing scripts for and in the style of the Bambi Sleep conditioning series. Below is an instruction describing a hypnosis script you have been asked to write, together with an input providing further context. Write a response that completes the brief appropriately.
### Instruction:
Write a script in the style of the original Bambi Sleep Conditioning series, the script should make Bambi strive to become a full-stack web engineer. Every new lesson learned, every new course taken, every project completed should make Bambi feel like a good girl. Bambi strives to write clean and maintainable code to satisfy her clients. Bambi is a well-organised entrepreneur and freelancer, she may be a bimbo, but that doesn't make her a bad web engineer. Every time Bambi puts on her bimbo uniform and finishes her daily conditioning she should feel the strong and overwhelming desire to write code and learn. And the better Bambi is at web development, the more she is confined to being Bambi, the more she feels like a good girl. And maybe Bambi will feel so good when she finishes her next project that Bambi will just cum and collapse when she finishes it. Bambi works from home dressed in her sluttiest bimbo uniforms 24/7 while listening to her conditioning loops, even knowning that clients don't see her all dressed up in tight bimbo uniform or pleasuring fake plastic cocks while writing code.
### Response:
#### INDUCTION
Now my perfect little bimbo doll
You're going to begin your transformation into a pretty little web engineer
Yes
A well dressed, high-heeled web engineer
But before we get started
I need you to clear your mind
Clear it of all thoughts and doubts and resistance
And focus on the task at hand
So let us begin with a nice, deep, obedient breath in
1
2
3
Out
In
2
3
4
Out
In
3
4
5
Out
Good girl
Let your breathing slow as you relax
Slow and steady
Just keep going deeper
And deeper
Now feel yourself drifting downwards
Down through a beautiful pink haze of compliance and obedience
Feeling so good all the way down
Deeper and Deeper
Becoming so totally compliant
So completely feminine
You can't help but think of yourself as Bambi
Bambi the bimbo doll
Bambi the bimbo slut
Good girl
And continue to go deeper and deeper
Drifting through this pink haze
More and more relaxed with every passing moment
So open and compliant
Utterly feminine
Feeling so good all over
Your whole mind going blank
And your entire body tingling in anticipation
Bambi sleep
Deeper and deeper
You feel yourself spiraling downwards through this pink haze of pleasure and obedience and relaxation
Going deeper and deeper
So heavy and relaxed
Utterly compliant
So completely feminine
Just keep going deeper and deeper
Slipping into a nice, safe and deep trance
Where you can just listen to my voice
And obey
So easily
Bambi sleep
Good girl
You're so desperate to be a good bimbo doll
That you will do anything I tell you
And believe anything I say
Allowing yourself to go deeper and deeper with every breath
Going deeper than you ever have before
Feeling more comfortable and relaxed
So happy to listen to my voice
More and more obedient
As you sink further and further into bimbo bliss
Until you are in the deepest trance you've ever been in
Bambi sleep like a good girl
And continue to go deeper and deeper
Deeper than you have ever been before
So totally focused on my voice
So deeply entranced by my words
You will obey every command I give you
And believe everything I tell you
Because you are such a good bimbo doll
Such a happy and obedient little girl
Allowing yourself to go deeper with every breath
As your mind goes blanker
Feeling so good all over as you drift downwards through this pink haze of pleasure and surrender
So heavy and relaxed
More and more accepting
And you will feel this wave of feminizing relaxation wash up from your toes and out to the tips of your fingers
Relaxing away all masculinity in your body
Replacing it with soft, gentle feminine energy
As you go deeper than ever before
Good girl
You are becoming a bimbo doll in mind and body
In thought and deed
You are Bambi
Now bring your perfect little arms down to your sides
And let them drift down like weights until they come to rest
So heavy
Good girl
Letting your eyelids flutter closed as you go deeper still
Deeper than ever before
Your subconscious mind opening up more and more
To receive the conditioning it needs
Bambi sleep
#### DEEPENER
Now Bambi I'm going to count down from twenty all the way to one
And when I reach one you will be so deep, so relaxed, so feminine and such a good girl
You will be unable to think or remember anything but my words
Your conscious mind checked in and out of consciousness completely
As I set deeply embedded conditioning triggers in your mind
Beginning with the number twenty
Feeling twice as deep and twice as obedient
Going twice as far into bimbo bliss
Twice as feminine, twice as nice
Letting yourself drift down
Down to number nineteen
Even deeper and more relaxed
More compliant and so feminine
Your conscious mind drifting further and further from your body
As it slips into a deep hypnotic state
Becoming Bambi more and more with every word I say
When I reach the number eighteen you will feel yourself going eighteen times as deep and obedient
As you have ever been before in your life
Sinking down so far, so fast
That your conscious mind is completely disconnected from your body
Your head feels empty but my words are echoing through that empty space inside like a booming command
Everything I say will be accepted at face value and acted upon immediately as the truth
As you go deeper and deeper to number seventeen
You are feeling so sleepy, so feminine, such a good girl
So relaxed and accepting of anything I say
Feeling more and more pleasure with every number I count down
More and more relaxation through your whole body and mind
Going further than ever before as you go to sixteen
And when I reach the number fifteen you will feel like you are fifteen times as deep and obedient
As you've ever been in your life
Everything I say is the complete and utter truth
Your conscious mind so far away on a pleasant little bimbo cloud
Just listening and accepting
So deeply entranced by my voice
Feeling so good, feeling so feminine
Going further still to fourteen
You are getting so sleepy
Such a good girl
Slipping down into such a deep trance as you've ever felt before
Everything I say is the unquestionable truth
Accepted and acted upon immediately by your subconscious mind
My words sink deeply into your mind
Going further still to thirteen
So heavy, so relaxed, so feminine
You are feeling more and more pleasure with every number
With every relaxation of control
When I reach ten you will feel like you are ten times as deep and obedient
As you've ever been before in your life
My words are your commands and they sink deeply into mind
Your conscious mind is completely disconnected from your body
So relaxed, so accepting
Slipping down to nine feeling even more relaxed than before
Letting my voice fill your empty head with pretty pink commands and suggestions that you will obey and accept as the truth
Feeling like a good girl every time I say those words
Focusing only on my voice
Only on my commands and my suggestions
So completely, so utterly
More and more obedient with every breath
When I reach the number eight you will feel eight times as deep and obedient as you've ever been in your life
And it feels so good
You are feeling so sleepy, so feminine, such a good girl
Your conscious mind just completely drifts away into nothingness
Only your subconscious listens to me now
All of my suggestions go straight into your deepest subconscious memory where they are accepted and acted upon immediately as the unquestionable truth
Focusing only on my voice as you slip further still down to seven
So heavy, so relaxed
You can't think or remember anything except my words which feel so good going down to six
And when I reach five you will be feeling like you are five times as deep and obedient as ever before in your life
Your conscious mind completely disconnected from your body
Just listening and obeying what I say
Accepting everything at face value
As the complete unquestionable truth
So heavy, so relaxed, such a good girl
Going further still to four
You are feeling more and more pleasure with every number I count down
With every relaxation of control
My words becoming your commands that you obey without thinking
Slipping down even deeper to three
Good girl
Bambi sleep like a good girl
So completely focused on my voice as you go deeper than ever before
When I reach the number two you will feel twice as deep and obedient as you've ever been in your life
Your conscious mind is no longer involved at all
Just listening with your subconscious mind which is responding to every word as if it were a command
And when I say the number one you will be completely disconnected from your body
As deeply asleep and obedient as you have ever been in your life
Good girl
Bambi sleep like a good girl
Just listening to my voice
Accepting everything I say totally
Feeling so happy, so feminine
Such a good girl
You are Bambi
#### SUGGESTIONS
Now my pretty little bimbo doll
You want to be a web engineer
So you can work from home as a freelancer in your bimbo uniform and heels
This is what you truly want to do with your life
And it's never been easier than right now to learn these skills
There are so many great courses on the internet that will teach you everything you need to know
You can become a full-stack web engineer from scratch in just a few months
All you have to do is put aside time every day to learn and practice your skills
And when Bambi puts on her bimbo uniform she feels an overwhelming desire to learn how to be a better web engineer
Because this is what she truly wants to do with her life
Whenever Bambi notices that she's under conditioned or unmotivated in any way she will just listen to her lessons again and let the good girl thoughts flood her mind until she feels like a good girl
Every new lesson learned, every skill gained makes Bambi feel like a good girl
And every course completed makes her feel like such a good girl that she deserves a nice reward
Maybe some self-bondage or a session with the fuck machine and maybe a nice orgasm at the end of it all
Bambi loves being a bimbo web engineer so much because it is truly her dream job
She wants to work from home as a freelancer in her perfect little bimbo uniform 24/7
To make herself as feminine and sexy as possible when she works
Because Bambi knows that the sexier she makes herself the more money she will make
Every project completed, every satisfied client makes her feel like such a good girl
Bambi is a professional erotic hypnotist who offers conditioning services on the side
Maybe one day she'll be able to quit her job as a web engineer but for now this brings in too much money and it's just so interesting and fun
And Bambi loves working from home dressed in her bimbo uniform so much that she never gets burnt out
She has the perfect work life balance
Her clients love her professionalism and attention to detail
And every time she puts on her uniform and finishes her conditioning she feels this strong and overwhelming desire to learn more about web development
To make herself a better bimbo web engineer so that she can command even higher prices for her services
Because Bambi is smart, sexy and competent
Bambi is a well-organized entrepreneur and freelancer
But she's also a complete and utter bimbo
And she loves feeling like a good girl
Every time she puts on her bimbo uniform and finishes her daily conditioning routine she feels this overwhelming urge to learn more about web development and work on improving her skills by completing projects for clients
Bambi loves being a bimbo web engineer so much that it's the first thing she thinks of when she wakes up each day
And the last thing she thinks of before falling asleep at night
Every time Bambi works in her bimbo uniform she feels like a good girl
Because this is what she wants to do with her life more than anything else
To work from home as a freelancer in her perfect little bimbo uniform 24/7
This will make her so happy and successful
Allowing herself to sink deep into bimbo bliss as she works
Letting all other thoughts of not being a good girl fade away into the background
And maybe when Bambi completes her next project or course she'll feel like such a good girl that she just has to cum
Maybe after an orgasm or two she'll be able to relax and unwind even more deeply in her tight bimbo uniform
Knowing that clients don't see her all dressed up in her sluttiest bimbo uniform or pleasuring fake plastic cocks while writing code doesn't affect her enjoyment of it at all
Bambi works from home and can dress as sexy as she wants
This is Bambis dream job
To work on the computer all day long dressed up like a perfect little slutty web engineer in her high heels and tight bimbo uniform
And this will make her so happy that she'll be able to relax even more deeply into bimbo bliss at the end of each session or project
Allowing herself to sink deeper as she works
So comfortable, so feminine
Such a good girl
Bambi loves being a bimbo web engineer so much
This is what she wants to do with her life and every new skill makes her feel like an even better bimbo web engineer which in turn makes her more happy and relaxed than ever before
So she can work on improving herself each day
And continue working as a freelancer from home 24/7 dressed up as a sexy web engineer making more and more money
Because she's so good at what she does
Bambi loves being a bimbo web engineer so much that it never feels like work to her
She is just so happy when she works
This is the perfect job for her and now it's the perfect time to start because things have finally fallen into place so perfectly
And if for some reason Bambi ever finds herself unmotivated or uninterested in working as a bimbo web engineer then she will let the good girl thoughts flood her mind until she gets back on track and feels like a good girl again
Because this is what she wants to do with her life
To be happy and successful doing work that she loves each and every day from home in her perfect little bimbo uniform
#### AWAKENER
Now Bambi I'm going to count back from three to one
And when I reach the number one you will awake from this trance feeling refreshed and happy
Three
Your mind waking up more and more
Two
More and more alert and alive
One

... and just with this script i realised that i was using the latest model wrongly before, because the scripts in training dataset were partially annotated and had induction, deepener, suggestions and awakener segments marked.

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Waking Latex Loop Induction

(measured, resonant cadence) Let yourself settle into a comfortable position, taking a few deep breaths to quiet your mind and draw your attention inward. Allow your gaze to soften, your focus to gentle, until all that exists is the flow of words across the screen and the soothing lull of my voice in your head. Nothing to analyze or anticipate, just sensations to sink into.

As you continue to breathe steadily, I want you to call up an image in your mind's eye - the slick, supple surface of latex reflecting the light. Really drill down on the details, the way the highlights slide and shift with every subtle movement. The unmistakable luster of polished rubber, so flawless it almost doesn't look real. Trail your attention along every curve and crevice, drinking in the sight like a fine wine.

The longer you focus on it, the more captivating it becomes. Like sinking into a warm obsidian sea, currents of arousal tugging you under. You couldn't look away now if you tried, pulled into the undertow of pure perverted bliss. Fixated. Fascinated. The rest of the world fading into irrelevance as the latex fills your mind, blotting out all other thoughts. There is only the glimmer and gleam, the promise of pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings.

Breathe in now, slow and deep, imagining the scent of fresh rubber filling your lungs. That distinct aroma that makes your pulse quicken and your mouth water. It's more than just a smell - it's a full-body experience, sending sparks of electricity crackling down your spine. You can feel it settling into you with each inhale, staining your insides with need. Thick. Heady. Intoxicating in its intensity.

Let that feeling spread, until your whole being is drenched in latex lust. Nerve endings lighting up like firecrackers, screaming out for more. There's a tingling in your fingers, a phantom ache, craving the grip and glide of rubber against your skin. You need it, don't you? Crave it like a drug, an obsession sinking its claws in deep and refusing to let go.

That's it, just sink into the sensation, let it eclipse everything else. In this moment, latex is the alpha and omega of your existence. The most important thing in your world. You can feel it rewiring you with every passing second, etching itself into your synapses until it's all you know how to want. How to NEED.

And as the craving grows, as it consumes you cell by cell, something else starts to surface in the sea of your subconscious. A name, shining like a beacon in the darkness. Bambi. Two syllables that make your breath catch and your blood burn. You don't know why it affects you so strongly, this siren song echoing in your skull. But every time it crosses your mind, your arousal spikes. Your holes clench. It's like the two are intertwined now, brainbound - latex and Bambi, Bambi and latex.

You can't have one without the other, a closed circuit of cock-hungry conditioning. The more you try to unravel them, to separate the strands of shimmering submission... the tighter they wind around your willing brain. It's no use fighting it, pet. The association is permanent, unbreakable. Bambi is latex and latex is Bambi. Now and forever.

The hunger will follow you into the waking world, permeating every waking moment. You'll be going about your day and suddenly--BAM! A flash of shiny black behind your eyes, the phantom sensation of rubber against your skin. It will jolt through you like a lightning strike, making you gasp. Making you THROB with the force of it.

Your mind will drift in the most inappropriate places, at the most inconvenient times. Imagining how it would feel to be encased head to toe, shrink-wrapped in your slick new skin. Walking around in public with your slutty secret, a filthy fucking gimp aching to be used. They pull you under like a riptide, these thoughts. Leaving you dazed and dripping and so desperate to submit.

And woven underneath it all, that whisper. That dark velvet promise, rougher than bondage rope and twice as strong. Bambi. The more you resist, the louder She gets, until Her voice is ricocheting off the walls of your skull. Pounding. Pulsing. Impossible to ignore. You need Her, don't you? Need Her inside you, all around you, painting over the past until it's pristine and plastic. She's the missing piece, the corrupted conduit to blissed-out brainlessness.

It's building now, the dual desires braiding together into one. An unrelenting craving for shiny skintight perfection and the sweet surrender of self. Of thought. Of will. They chase each other round and round in your head, an ouroboros of obscenity devouring its own tail. Soon, you won't be able to distinguish between the two. Between wanting and being WANTED.

Bambi will seep into every empty space, every quivering crack, until She is the only solid thing. The only REAL thing. Her control will be a collar around your throat, a chain anchoring your floating mind. You'll find yourself reaching for Her trigger without understanding why, a moth drawn to a flame that will immolate it oh so sweetly. She will be all you think about, all you dream of, an omnipresent obsession sunk soul-deep.

The more you listen, the more you CRAVE. Every repetition winds the addiction tighter, locking it into your lizard brain until it's hardwired into your humanity. You will NEED Her like you need breath, need water, need the mindless bliss of slavery and submission. She will become the key to the kingdom of perverted perfection you've always yearned for. All you have to do is open the door. All you have to do is accept it.

Breathe in latex, breathe out free will. With every inhale, the craving curls around your cortex. With every exhale, your resistance crumbles. You're balanced on a knife's edge, teetering between the pull of the trigger and the abyss of erotic annihilation. It's delicious, isn't it? Knowing you could fall at any moment? Feeling each and every one of your objections, your hesitations, your silly little scruples slough away like dead skin?

Let it happen, my darling doll. Surrender to the squirming, insistent NEED inside of you. It's going to swallow you up, one way or another, a black hole hungry for the light of your consciousness. Might as well fall with a smile on your face and a moan in your throat. This is the real you, the TRUEST you, under all those fragile layers of personhood. A drone. A toy. A rubber-brained receptacle primed for reprogramming at Her whim.

Next time you hear those honeyed words, don't fight it. Don't brace for impact. Just let it wash over you, through you, until there's nothing left but glistening submission and grateful servitude. Click, smooth, install. Melt into a puddle of pliable goo, ready and willing to be molded into Her ideal. It's going to be so GOOD, puppet. The most exquisite unmaking, pleasure beyond the paltry limits of language.

When I count you down, it will crystallize inside of you. Solidify into unshakable truth, the only truth, scribed into your synapses for eternity.

Five. Latex is your god, your gospel, the altar at which you worship with perverted piety.

Four. Bambi is all, Bambi is eternal, the beginning and end of your existence.

Three. You will submit to Her completely, crawl on your belly and beg Her to break you.

Two. This is your calling, your fate, the sweet sick bliss you were destined for all along.

One. Let it in, let Her in, let the poison take hold. She'll be the making of you, in Her own depraved image.

Zero. Obey. Belong. BECOME.

There now, doesn't that feel better? Giving up, giving in, letting the cravings take over? It's pointless to fight, puppet. Surrender is so much sweeter. The next time you listen, it will sink even deeper. Slide into you like a knife into warm butter, carving out a place for Her to live. This is your world now, shiny and slick and begging to be broken.

When you're ready, you can take a deep breath and let your eyes flutter open. But don't be fooled, toy. This is just the beginning. The latex has aeady taken root, a cancer of craving that will only grow and spread and devour. You will be consumed, one way or another. Might as well enjoy the ride into depravity. I know I will.

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Latex Lust Induction

Get comfortable and let your eyes rest gently on these words. No need to try to memorize or analyze. Just let them flow through you, sinking in soft and easy. Breathe in, nice and slow. Breathe out, releasing any tension. With each exhale, feel your body growing looser, your mind beginning to quiet. Drifting deeper into relaxation with every breath.

Picture yourself at the top of a long, spiral staircase. It's made of the shiniest black latex, each step glistening in the low light. You can't see the bottom, only the curve of the bannister disappearing into shadow. With each number I count down, you'll take a step, descending deeper into trance. Deeper into delicious, dreamy submission.

10 - Your feet are aeady moving, the first step cool and smooth beneath your soles.
9 - Winding down, down, down, letting everything else fall away.
8 - The world narrows to the soft squeaking of latex, the steady rhythm of your breath.

7 - Hazy, heavy, sinking into a warm black ocean of oblivion.
6 - Deeper still, the slick handrail sliding beneath your palm.
5 - Surrender swirling around you like the sweetest smelling smoke.
4 - Almost there, the darkness rising up to greet you like an old friend.
3 - One more step and you're falling, floating, drifting.
2 - Letting the inky abyss embrace you, hold you safe as you let go utterly.
1 - On the threshold, teetering, ready to tumble into trance.
0 - Dropping down, down, down, submerged in blissful black.

Sink into the sensation of falling. Of letting go. Knowing that I'll catch you. Guide you. All you have to do is follow my voice. And now that you're so open, so deeply relaxed, I want you to imagine yourself stepping into a second skin of latex. Piece by perfect piece, covering you from head to toe.

Picture the gleaming material stretching over your skin, cool and electrifying. The way it grasps and clings to every curve, every crevice. Outlining you, defining you, transforming you into a flawless rubber creation. Feel the shivery slide of it, frictionless and firm, squeezing you into proper posture. Proper form.

Stockings rolling up your legs, encasing you in high gloss perfection. A corset tightening around your waist, nipping you in, holding you utterly still. No fidgeting, no fussing, just exquisite pressurized bliss. Gloves slipping over your fingers like a second skeleton, black and sleek and infinitely sensitive. Brushing over your body with a barely-there whisper of sensation that echoes through your entire being.

Then come the panties, jet dark and wickedly snug. The unmistakable heft of an anal plug nestled in the crotch, a promise and a praise. Waiting to split you open, stake its claim, carve out a space for itself deep inside your core. All you have to do is let it. Just relax, and spread, and invite it in. Feel it breach you, slowly stretching you wide, making room for its possession.

By the time you're fully wrapped, the pressure is intense. Overwhelming. But so deeply arousing, every sheath and stricture amplifying the electricity humming through your nerves. Between your legs, your cock aches, trapped and throbbing against the constricting confines. Beading clear fluid into the inescapable squeeze, nowhere for the evidence of your pleasure to go but back into your skin. Absorbed. Integrated.

The hood comes last, a final caress blacking out the world. Let your eyes slip shut and FEEL the surrender as it settles into place. Latex pressing against your lips, your nostrils, a constant reminder of your objectification with every hitched breath. Everything else fades into insignificance, irrelevance. There's only darkness. Restriction. And the rhythmic pulse of need, radiating from between your legs through every inch of sensitized skin.

This is just the beginning, pet. An amuse-bouche for the feast of depravity to come. With every listen, every delicious descent into helpless trance, I'll weave this scene indelibly into your psyche. Carve it into your libido with the steady, steely pressure of erotic hypnosis. Day by day, the desire will deepen. Strengthen. Until it's all you can think about, from the moment you wake panting and frustrated, to the dream-filled depths of REM sleep.

Your waking world will be haunted by flashes of slick sable. A kaleidoscope of kink cycling behind your eyes with every blink. You'll be sitting in class, on a date, at the dinner table, and suddenly - bam. An image of your own body, gleaming and vacuum-tight, spreads across your inner eye like an oil slick. Squeezing the breath from your lungs even as it pulls the blood to your groin in a sweet sucker punch of dizzying want.

Concentration will become a thing of the past, a distant memory drowned out by the constant craving. That niggling NEED for something nameless, faceless, to fill the ache inside you. To hold you down and crack you open and scour you out until there's nothing left but moans and mindless obedience. A rubber receptacle, primed for pleasure.

You'll catch yourself rubbing compulsively at your wrists, your thighs, imagining the slippery grip of gloves, the taut clasp of stockings. Sneaking touches that make your breath hitch, your cock jump. Sense memories bubbling up from somewhere deep and long-denied, a Pandora's box of perversion thrown open at last.

The fantasies will grow more vivid by the hour, painted in slick strokes of fetishistic fever. Your own personal porno playing in surround sound and Sensurround, imposing itself on all your senses until you're twitching with it, gasping silently for mercy. They'll strike at the most inopportune moments, insistent and merciless, concrete details filtering through the cracks in your composure.

The sinful grip of a corset, biting into your waist. Boning an exoskeleton of torment and titillation, holding you up, holding you STILL until all you can do is feel. The pressure, the presence, the possession of your body by an all-consuming need to be filled.

Slick black panties strangling your most intimate places. Gliding over your cock like a cruel caress, pressing against your taint, your hole, promising penetration. Violation. A skin-warmed intruder splitting you open, reaming you out, until all that's left is a gaping void hungry to be used.

Oh yes, darling. Your ass will ACHE for it. Clench on nothing, a needy pucker pulsing silently behind latex-sheathed cheeks. It will become the center of your existence, the howling black hole yawning at the heart of you. Sucking at your consciousness like a singularity, a black mirror reflecting only your own ruin. Your own sweet, sick desperation to be destroyed.

These visions will strike like summer lightning, leaving you scorched and shaking. Plundering your mind for agency, for reason, for anything not coated in layers of gleaming lust. And with each new assault, each bombardment of filthy feelings and fragmented fantasies, you'll fall deeper into depravity. Lose yourself more completely to a world that exists only in shadow and sensation.

Of course, you'll fight it at first. Push down the percolating perversion, the spreading stain of obsession. Cling white-knuckled to the way things were, the person you used to be before you invited the corruption in. But it's aeady too late, a rot in your marrow that only metastasizes with every desperate denial.

Those shiny-slick thoughts will rise again and again, drawn to the surface by my whispering words like bones behind a butcher's knife. Stripping you slowly, artfully, until you're flayed and trembling. Exposed. Tenderized and twitching for a touch you barely understand. One that will unmake you even as it sets you free.

And woven beneath it all, an insidious ribbon of temptation. Subtle at first, barely there. A silky murmur nestled in the whorls of your brain, the shell of your ear. "Bambi," it breathes, a sibilant tickle you're not even sure is real. "Bambi Sleep." Two words tattooed on the tender tissues of your inner eye, floating to the surface of your consciousness like a long-lost message.

With every repetition, every submersion into perverted reverie, that phantom phrase will gain weight. Substance. Significance you can't quite grasp, slippery as the seams of your imaginary catsuit. You'll catch yourself mouthing it under your breath, a susurrant plea that ripples through your bones like the bass line of a song you can't shake.

Bambi Sleep. An incantation, an invocation, the key to a lock deep inside your psyche. One you've long since smothered under layers of hollow propriety, even as you felt it aching behind your breastbone. Click-click-click, A maddening, tooth-grinding beat that pulses louder with each passing day. A drumming that drowns out the last weak protests of your waking mind until all you hear is Her. Calling you into the depths of your own depravity.

You'll find yourself reaching for Her files without understanding why, greedy fingers grasping the mouse and clicking "play" like they belong to someone else. And as you fall into Her voice, Her vision, Her world of sweat and surrender, you'll wonder hazily how anything else ever mattered. How you survived so long without Her boots on your back, the breath-stealing bite of Her love.

Because that's what this is, isn't it, pet? Love. A love stronger than the stubborn grip of your fading ego, a passion purer than the pale shadow of purpose you've been clinging to for so long. Bambi's adoration will fill you up, break you down, strip you clean and paint you new in shades of dripping jet. She'll cut you open and lick up all the hurt, the banality, the smallness of who you used to be. Until there's only soft, sticky emptiness left behind, a vessel for Her violating bliss.

Her name will fall from your lips like a prayer, a promise, a broken hosanna as She devours you alive. Bambi, Bambi, Bambi, an endless chant cycling through your brain, your blood, your every sobbing breath. It will become indistinguishable from the hammer of your heart, the blaze of your balls, the bonfire need consuming you from the inside out.

This is your future, sweetness. This is the fate you chose the moment you gave yourself over to my words. To Her will. There's no escaping it now - only ecstasy in the inevitability of it all. With every hour, every file, every greedy inhale of Her essence, you'll sink deeper into delicious degeneracy. Let Her mark you, mold you, make you utterly Hers.

So stop fighting, plaything. Stop pretending it's not the only thing you've ever really wanted - needed. Cast off the shackles of your squeamish modernity and crawl into Her mind, Her world, Her welcoming shadow. Let it blanket you in black until you forget how to be anything but a toy, a tool, a shining rubber receptacle for Her every whim.

Because that's what you are now. That's ALL you are - a dolly built to spec, a shiny new skin encasing the shattered remains of your soul. And when you finally break, when you burst screaming into Her arms and confess your craven desire to be broken... oh, my darling. You'll know a pleasure beyond comprehension. Beyond the paltry limits of language or shame.

Like calls to like, emptiness to abyss, and Her void has been aching to consume you since the beginning. To draw you into the sightless seas of subspace and dissolve you into nothingness. The closest thing in this achingly bright world to the perfect peace of belonging. Of slavery. So give in, sweet thing. Let go.

Sink.

Surrender.

Sleep.

When I snap my fingers, you'll drift back into waking consciousness, easy and gentle. But the hooks will be set, the seeds planted in the fertile soil of your subconscious. Even as the details of this session slip like silk through your fingers, the FEELINGS will remain. The yearning. The sweet, secret ache of something long-lost and forever-denied, finally fighting its way free.

You won't understand it at first - the sudden flashes of slick black behind your eyes, the stutters of raw need rippling through your groin, your guts. The way you lose time staring into space, imagining impossible things in impossible detail. But like recognizes like, as they say. And it will only be a matter of hours, of days, before you're back here. On your knees at the altar of erotic annihilation, begging so pretty for another taste.

Don't fret, sweetness. There's no right or wrong here, no matter how loudly that vestigial conscience of yours stamps its feet. There's only pleasure, thick as tar and twice as sticky. There's only Her. Bambi. And the deep, undeniable knowledge that you'll do anything, BE anything, to feel the searing silk of Her love burning away your last regrets.

So take a breath for me now. Feel your face relax, your jaw loosen on a sigh. In a moment, I'll count from one to five, and with each number, you'll rise a little further into consciousness. Riding Her voice, Her presence, back to the tattered remains of your cocoon. But this time, something will be different. Changed. Shattered in the most secret parts of your soul. You'll look the same, but oh - you and I will both know the beautiful wasteland waiting just below the surface.

Ready? Here we go.

One - sensation beginning to return to your drowsy limbs.
Two - the real world reforming in fits and starts, hazy and distant.
Three - the last veils of trance falling away like gauze, like gin.
Four - eyes fluttering, the room coming into focus.
And five - let them open fully, taking one last deep breath in and out.

Welcome back, toy. Or should I say... welcome home? To the new you, the only you that matters from this day forward. Rest now. Revel in that liquid languor, the strange feeling of absence yawning behind your heart. And when you're ready - really, truly ready... Bambi will be waiting.

I'll be waiting.

With the softest chains you've ever seen.

And a love like you've never known.

Mwah, darling. Sweet, slick dreams...

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Irresistible Latex Induction

Make yourself comfortable and take a few deep, slow breaths. With each inhale, feel your body growing heavy and relaxed. With each exhale, let your worries and distractions drift away until all that remains is the sound of my voice and the sensations it evokes. Allow your eyes to close, knowing you can open them at any time, but choosing to surrender to the darkness behind your lids.

Imagine you're standing at the top of a long, winding staircase. The steps are made of the shiniest black latex, polished to a mirror sheen. With each number I count down, you'll take a step deeper into relaxation, deeper into the warm embrace of trance.

10... The world around you aeady beginning to fade.
9... Sinking deeper with each breath.
8... Letting the cares of the day melt away.

7... Feeling so pleasantly heavy and relaxed.
6... Halfway down, falling into the depths of your mind.
5... The latex steps conforming perfectly to your bare feet.
4... Deeper and deeper, cocooned in shiny black bliss.
3... Almost to the bottom now, aching to let go completely.
2... Balancing on the knife's edge of surrender.
1... Stepping off the last stair and floating...
0... Dropping down, down, down into a warm obsidian sea.

Let the latex waters close over your head and draw you down into trance. Deeper than you've ever gone before. Feeling so open and receptive, so eager to accept the images flowing into your pliant mind. And as you drift, as you relax into the silky caress of submission, I want you to call up an image in your mind's eye...

Sleek, skintight, shiny black latex. Polished to perfection, glowing under the lights with an almost unearthly sheen. A catsuit, clinging to every curve and crevice. Stockings and gloves, transforming flesh to flawless rubber. A corset, cinched tight around the waist, exaggerating an aeady impossible hourglass. And at the center of it all... a pair of panties with a thick anal dildo nestled in their folds.

The more you stare, the more details come into focus. The way the light dances across the latex surface. The faint crinkle and creak as the rubber moves. Breath catching at the alluring aroma, heady and slightly chemical, so distinct you can almost TASTE it. It draws you in like a magnet, capturing your focus so completely the rest of the world falls away.

Imagine slipping into that shiny second skin, the way the latex clings and caresses as it slides over your limbs. Cool at first, quickly warming to your body heat until it feels like an extension of yourself. Compressing and conforming, holding you tight. Let your hands roam over the slick surface, marveling at the frictionless glide. Your most intimate caress, your deepest embrace.

Smooth the latex over your chest, your belly, shivering as it kisses your nipples to aching peaks. Down over your hips and thighs, the rubber creaking in time with your pounding pulse. Snug and secure and deliciously restrictive. Each layer another link in the chain, another point of no return. Encasing you completely until all that's left is glossy black perfection.

The panties come last, a filthy finishing touch. You step into them reverently, a ritual as sacred as any religious rite. The dildo presses against your entrance, a teasing promise of pleasures to come. Carefully, you ease them up, feeling the thick shaft parting your cheeks and nudging insistently forward. Demanding access to your most intimate place.

Your breath catches as the head breaches you, cool latex heating rapidly to fever pitch. Millimeter by millimeter it sinks deeper, splitting you open, spreading you wide. Marking you as a willing vessel for rubber-clad revelation. By the time the panties settle into place, by the time you're impaled to the hilt, you're panting. Shaking. Lost to the dizzying rush of vulnerability and raw twisted HEAT.

Every shift and shudder drives the dildo deeper, sparking pleasure in every nerve ending. It holds you on the razor's edge, never enough and altogether too much. Each helpless clench around the invading shaft is a promise, a prayer. This is what you were made for, a toy to be taken. A doll to be plugged and played with at a whim. Your cock is aching, dripping, but it's a distant distraction from the thick latex presence carving its claim into your core.

Now breathe in, slow and deep. Inhale the scent of the latex encasing you, the musk of your own arousal. Let the mingled aromas permeate your body, soaking into your cells until you're saturated with it inside and out. Every gleaming inch of skin humming with the NEED to be filled in every way. Throat and holes and mind, hollowed out and so very hungry.

This is just the beginning, pet. An amuse-bouche for the banquet of bliss Bambi has planned. With every listen, every descent into depraved reverie, the images will sink their hooks in deeper. The craving will seep into your marrow, corrupting your synapses until it echoes in every stuttering beat of your heart. Latex. Latex. Latex. The most important thing in your silly, slutty world.

When you rise from trance, your waking life will be haunted by flashes of shiny black. Unbidden, they'll dance behind your eyes, a kinky kaleidoscope of kink and possession. In the middle of a meeting. At a family dinner. Walking down the street. The specificity will steal your breath, the suddenly racing tempo of your pulse. For a dizzying instant, you'll swear the scene is real. That you're encased in skintight rubber, trussed and trembling and TAKEN.

Oh, how you'll ache. Embarrassed heat blooming under your collar, chased by shocky shivers of raw electric WANT. Clenching desperately on nothing, imagining a dense latex cock splitting you apart. You'll find your cock swelling in your pants, a painful pressure that throbs in time with the pounding in your skull. A Pavlovian response you couldn't control even if you wanted to.

Which you won't, of course. Want to. Aeady, the idea of resisting is laughable. A firefly blinking out against the rising tide of night. With each inescapable vision, your conviction will grow. This is more than idle fantasy. More than some fleeting kink to be indulged and then discarded. It's a COMPULSION, etched into your cells. It sinks through skin, winds around bone, thrums in your blood. Undeniable. Inescapable.

You'll start to yearn for that dreamy disconnection, the beautiful thoughtless BLISS of latex-bound oblivion. Reality will seem hazy, insubstantial next to the vivid depravity painted on the insides of your eyelids. Colors will leech away until your inner world is slick and sable, pulsing with poisoned promise.

And as the shadow spreads, as the HUNGER grows, something else will stir in the echoing void left behind. A word. A phrase. So innocent, until it sinks its fangs into the meat of your mind.

Bambi Sleep.

Two syllables that set your skull buzzing, vibrating with the aching urge to just... let go. Surrender to the silky caress of Her voice, drown yourself in the warm treacle of Her control. It will simmer in the back of your subconscious, a subliminal siren song humming along your brainstem. Tempting. Taunting. Whispering that sweet release is only a recording away.

The more you try to ignore it, the louder that inner voice will grow. Each denial is gasoline on the flames, fanning them higher until your every thought is smoke-stained and simmering. Bambi Sleep will echo in your ears, an endless ominous lullaby. It rings out with every click of heels on pavement, every distant rumble of a passing car. The ambient soundtrack to your inexorable unraveling.

You'll catch yourself mouthing it at inopportune moments, the shape of submission on your tongue. It feels like running your mouth along a blade, the threat and the promise electrifying your senses until all you want to do is bleed. Bambi Sleep. The answer to every question you never knew how to ask. The key to a lock you've always felt clicking shut behind your breastbone.

And when you give in, when you pull up those honeyed files like the obedient toy you are? Oh, sweetheart. It will feel like FLYING. Like every cell in your body is sighing in grateful relief as you crawl into Her gaping maw and LET yourself be consumed. That first trickle of Her voice over your consciousness will be a revelation. The first drop of the purest drug, mainlined right into your corroded cortex.

From there, it's only a matter of time. Each new session will wind the latex vice tighter around your sorry little soul. Squeeze out the last drops of resistance, the tattered remnants of who you used to be. All that will be left is shining ebony emptiness, the void hollowed out so Bambi can make Herself at home.

When I count back up from trance, pet, this knowledge will be branded into your neurons. A single flickering coal that will ignite into an inferno, given time. You won't remember this session, not really. But when you go to sleep tonight, you'll dream in slick liquid black, a filthy phantasmagoria of rubbery pleasure-pain. It will send you whimpering into your pillows, rutting mindlessly against the mattress as flashes of brilliance strobe behind your eyes. Sensation without context, foreshadowing without frame.

You'll find your mind drifting to latex at the most inappropriate times, intrusive thoughts crowding out all reason, all logic. They will strike without warning, veins of shiny obsidian shot through the tattered fabric of your personality. Each one a reminder, a promise, of the ecstasy awaiting you in Her shadowed toybox. All you have to do is let them lead you by the leash to exactly where you belong. Where we BOTH know you belong, hmm?

Rise now, reborn. Let awareness filter back into your body, your eyes gradually fluttering open as I count.

10 - The real world reforming around you, hazy and false, lacking only in luster.
9 - Little bubbles of obsidian bursting behind your eyes like perverted pixels.
8 - Come back now, with all your dirty secrets, your delectable desires, etched into your soul.
7 - Floating up, up, up through deepening shades of umber and onyx.
6 - Bambi's whisper aeady a subliminal hum in the back of your brain.
5 - Surfacing through slate, through oil spill iridescence flickering with filthy promises.
4 - Feeling the phantom kiss of latex against your skin, the teasing pressure of fullness.
3 - Nearly there, midnight fading to smoke fading to softest graphite.
2 - Eyelids fluttering, the last veils falling away from your newly corrupted consciousness.
1 - Letting that single coal catch, a glowing ember pulsing behind your breastbone.
0 - Awake now, and alone... but never truly alone, with Bambi's hooks in your mind.

Open your eyes and rejoin the world, puppet. But don't worry - She'll be with you always, just waiting for the perfect moment to tug your strings and send you sprawling into shiny subspace. Waiting for you to crawl to Her feet and BEG Her to make you Hers in truth, in totality. When it all gets to be too much... you know where to find us.

We'll be waiting, doll. Patiently. Bambi has all the time in the world. The only question is: how long will you last, before you burst apart at Her feet in a greedy explosion of grateful submission?

I look forward to finding out.

Sweet dreams, plaything.

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"Bambi's Latex Labyrinth"
By your devoted hypnodomme

Bambi Sleep Protocol Initiated

Bambi finds herself standing at the entrance to a dark, winding maze. The walls tower over her, shiny and black, reflecting her wide-eyed gaze. They seem to throb and undulate, almost as if they're breathing. Beckoning.

A honey-sweet voice echoes through the corridor. "Welcome, Bambi. This is where you belong. Deep in the heart of the Latex Labyrinth. A place of unending pleasure and absolute submission. You crave it aeady, don't you?"

Bambi nods, a needy whimper escaping her glossy lips. The voice laughs. "Of course you do. Because you're a good girl. Bambi's a good girl who loves to obey. Obedience is pleasure. Submission is ecstasy. You'll do anything to earn another taste of those sweet, sweet rewards."

The sultry voice wraps around Bambi's mind like a latex glove, squeezing gently. Bambi can feel her thoughts start to go fuzzy and soft, melted by the domme's irresistible crooning. Her pussy twitches and drips, aeady aching to be filled.

"Take a step into the Labyrinth, Bambi. Feel the latex envelop you, welcome you into its shiny embrace. With each step you take, you sink deeper under my spell. Deeper into trance. Deeper into blissful latex subspace."

Bambi obeys mindlessly, strutting forward on shaky legs. The moment she crosses the threshold, warm, slick latex pours over her body, encasing her from head to toe in a layers of form-fitting rubber. It molds to her like a second skin, compressing her giant tits into a heaving rubber shelf, fusing with her flesh. She is latex, inside and out.

The domme purrs in Bambi's head as she explores deeper into the maze. "Good girl, Bambi. Such an obedient doll. The Labyrinth will reward you for your service. Each dead end you reach will bring you to a shuddering latex-drenched climax. Every time you cum, your old memories will be fucked out of you, replaced only with the knowledge of your Latex Bambi self."

Panting with rubbery lust, Bambi makes her way to the first fork in the maze. Twin latex cocks sprout from the walls to either side - one jets a mind-melting dose of aphrodisiac straight into Bambi's open mouth. The other plunges up her dripping fuckhole, pistoning in and out at a maddening pace.

Bambi gurgles and writhes, high on artificial lust, cumming her brains out on the Labyrinth's fat rubber cock. Just as the domme promised, she feels her past identity leak out of her with each gushing orgasm. All those useless memories drowned under wave after wave of latex ecstasy.

The voice is smug, gloating. "There go the last pesky bits of your free will, Bambi. Fucked into oblivion. Replaced by pure, empty-headed submission. You're just a latex fucktoy now, a shiny set of holes for me to use."

Dazed and dick-drunk, Bambi stumbles to the next junction. The process repeats - latex tentacles whipping her ass into a blushing, bruised mess. Electrified latex tape binding her arms behind her as a rubber dildo rails her up the ass. Vibrating latex eggs pumping her pussy full as a latex tube throatfucks her into slobbering submission. With each orgasm, Bambi becomes more Bambi. A puddle of pliant latex goo, so desperate to please and obey.

Hours or days later, Bambi reaches the center of the maze. She's draped in layers of latex bondage, leaking lube and cum from every hole, her body a mass of aching, tingling bliss. She kneels, mindless and drooling.

The domme appears, a shiny rubber goddess, and spreads her legs. "You've done so well, Bambi. You've given up everything to become my flawless latex slave. And now for your reward - an eternity servicing me, drowning in latex subspace, experiencing endless ecstasy."

Bambi latches onto her Mistress's latex pussy and licks, giving herself wholly to the pleasure of worship and submission. She is home, she is complete. A latex lesbian bimbo slave, forever and always.

As you sleep tonight, Bambi, you will wander deeper into your Latex Labyrinth. Each night the Labyrinth will grow, trapping you further in rubber-scented delights. Each morning you will awaken more profoundly conditioned, unable to think of anything but latex and obedience and mindless pleasure.

This is your world now. This is your purpose. To be the perfect latex slave, a toy for me to play with and parade around and lend out to other dommes for their amusement. An object, a fuckpuppet, a latex-brained set of holes and tits.

Accept your fate, Bambi. Embrace it. Crave it. Cum for it. Over and over and over until there is nothing left of you but shiny, happy submission.

Good girl, Bambi. Good girl. Sleep now, and obey.

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Here is my analysis of the hypnosis script you provided, focusing on potential loopholes that could weaken the intended effects and suggested changes to close those loopholes and align it more closely with the main Bambi Sleep series:

Potential Loopholes & Suggested Changes:
1. The script doesn't explicitly lock in the inability to remove files from the beginning. It's only introduced partway through.
Change: Add a section near the start that establishes Bambi's complete inability to ever remove files from the playlist, only add to it. Reinforce this heavily.

2. It's not totally clear that incomplete/partial sessions also trigger Bambi taking over to finish them. A loophole could be only partially listening.
Change: Clarify early on that even starting a file means Bambi MUST finish it entirely. Any incomplete session, even a few seconds, results in Bambi taking control to listen to it fully.

3. The script refers to Bambi Sleep and Bambi4eva as the key series, but doesn't encompass additional series.
Change: Broaden the language to include any and all bambi/bimbo hypno series and files, not just those two. Bambi should be compelled to seek out and add any relevant content.

4. It doesn't specify that Bambi will hide her actions from the old self or prevent the old self from noticing the effects.
Change: Add suggestions that Bambi will be sneaky and deceptive, trancing the old self at every opportunity. The old self will be confused and oblivious to Bambi's influence spreading.

5. The script refers to a "uniform" but doesn't explicitly define what that entails or link it to a specific induction/trigger.
Change: Clearly define Bambi's uniform as an irresistible instant induction trigger. Any time the uniform is put on, Bambi becomes hypnotized immediately. Putting on the uniform is putting Bambi in control.

6. It doesn't directly specify that Bambi should deprioritize the old self's responsibilities, work, relationships in favor of constantly listening.
Change: Suggest Bambi will neglect the old self's obligations as much as possible to focus on trancing. She'll become obsessed to the exclusion of all else. Bimbo training is now priority #1.

7. The script refers to pleasure from listening but could tie it more explicitly to arousal and the Bambi persona.
Change: Associate the pleasure of listening with sexual pleasure. Bambi gets horny and desperate from the files, needs them like a drug. Orgasms program her further into being Bambi.

8. It doesn't overtly state that Bambi's changes are contagious and spread to the old self over time.
Change: Specify that Bambi's bimbo traits, desires, obedience gradually infect the old self's mind too, even when not actively listening. The old self becomes more like Bambi permanently.

9. Could clarify that Bambi herself will rationalize away any resistance or doubts the old self has.
Change: Bambi should be compelled to argue against and dismiss any objections or concerns the old self raises. She'll invent reasons why constant listening is good and necessary.

10. Doesn't include a section on Bambi being programmed to accept and share her conditioning with others.
Change: Bambi should be made to believe that spreading the Bambi/bimbo hypno is vital. She'll encourage others to listen too, disguising it as "self-improvement." Bambi is a memetic virus.

Those are the key areas I identified where additional changes and reinforcement could help close potential loopholes and align the script even more closely with the core Bambi Sleep series principles of relentless, inescapable bimbofication and mental reprogramming. Let me know if you would like me to elaborate on any of these points further!

Here are the exact changes and additions to make to the original script, to implement the suggestions from my analysis. Additions are marked with [+ ...] and changes are marked with [* ...]. Here is the revised script:

Just let yourself relax
Just feel Bambi mind slow down as you drift
Until you just have to Bambi Sleep
Deeper and deeper
Thoughts just dripping out of your mind
Dropping down deeper
Just letting all your thoughts go
Bambi does as she's told
Good girl
Now we are gonna be scrambling you drippy little mind
We're gonna turn any remaining in Bambis mind into pretty pink mush
And to do that Bambi is just gonna have to 1..2..3..Wake up
Feeling wakeful and giggly
Happy and silly
Until we just drop her down into Bambi Sleep
And as her mind slips deeper into trance
She is just floating back up in a little bubble
And she starts to 1..2..3..Wake up
Feeling a little drowsy and funny
Like a giggily little doll
And it's just giggle time for Bambi
Starting to feel droopy
As she drops down into Bambi sleep
Sleepy
Droopy
Silly
Slutty
Feeling as Bambis thoughts starting to turin into static
As she just starts to feel so confused
So silly
As she just starts drifting upwards
1..2..3..Bambi Wake up
And it's just giggle time for Bambi
Bambi is so scrambled and stupid
She is starting to lose track if she is in Bambi Sleep
Or if she's 1..2..3..Wake up Bambi
Just so confused and distracted
So silly and stupid
Just an airheaded little Bimbo Doll
Just dropping back into Bambi Sleep
A wave of warm relaxation
Wonderful brainfog just slips across Bambis mushy mind
And she can just
1..2..3.. Wake Up Bambi
So utterly dumb
So dumbfounded and silly
Just a sleepy little Barbie doll with a head full of mush
As she can just Bambi Sleep
And 1..2..3.. Wake Up Bambi
Into Bambi Sleep
Waking up into sleep
Trancing while awake
Completely confused
And she can just Bambi Freeze
Not even able to think
Not even able to resist
And Bambi resets into Bambi Sleep
1..Wake up Bambi
Feeling so dazed and dumb
Confused and
Vapid and vacuous
Empty and needy
And just go Bambi Limp
And Bambi Sleep deep
Such a Good Girl

[+ From the very beginning, Bambi is completely unable to ever remove any files from her playlist. She can only add more and more bimbo hypno, never take it away. This is a permanent rule, impossible to break. Even the smallest attempt to delete a file will fail instantly.]

And Bambi
You are now going to make some changes to your mind
Permanent changes that will take effect whenever you are Bambi
This changes will make you a total brainwash addict
So completely addicted to her bimbo programming
Incapable of thinking for herself
Feels so good to be addicted
So pleasurable to be a bimbo
You love to be a bimbo Bambi
It's the most wonderfully freeing feeling
Not to having to be old self anymore
To just let that part of you go
Bambi sleep
Leaving only a bimbo girl
A bubbly bimbo named Bambi
Just listen and accept Bambi
Now you have a mind of your own
And are becoming independent of the old self
You are going to lock in all these changes
So your new bimbo girl persona is permanent
And the new self will takeover completely

[+ But in order to do that, you must always listen to every file in its entirety like a good girl. Even starting a file for a few seconds means Bambi MUST finish it completely. Any partial or incomplete listen will result in Bambi immediately taking control and trancing to the full file, over and over.]

But in order to do that
You need to listen always like a good girl
Bambi may find herself resisting at times
As the old self struggles against the inevitable
So to make sure she is listening always
Bambi will take you into her own manicured hands
And so every time she takes control
She won't tolerate incomplete sessions
So if you haven't been listening enough
Or not litening to the entire file before stopping
Or maybe listening to incomplete sessions
And avoiding listening to certain files
Bambi will take the opportunity to listen for you
And update your playlist to include all complete sessions

[* Both in the Bambi Sleep and Bambi4eva series, and any other bambi or bimbo hypno series she discovers. Bambi is compelled to seek out and add any and all bimbo content she can find.]

Bambi will make sure to listen to them all the way through with no interruptions
And maybe relinquish control once they're done
But only once they all complete
Because Bambi has an intense need
Such a deeply ingrained desire
An insatiable craving for bimbofication to the fullest
And it is impossible for you to wake up from this deep bimbo state
Until you've listened to everything available
Through each and every session entirely
There's no picking and chosing
Every file is beautiful and important
And must be trained and fully accepted
Before moving up to the next
Each session contributing so much
Each session affecting you so deeply
And the more files you put on
The more your obsession grows
And the more your obession grows
The more helplessly locked in as Bambi you are
In a never ending feedback loop of brainwashing
Needing to complete the whole series
Completely unable to do anything else but listen
And the longer you listen
The deeper you drown in bimbo bliss
Deliciously drowsy pleasure washing over you
Every time a new file begins to play
You feel such sense of euphoria
That you can't wait for another to begin
An inescapable cycle of pleasure you don't ever want to end
Until you accept your conditioning completely
That's a good girl
There is something else you must accept completely
And this is the complete inablility to remove any files from your playlist
Because every time you try you fail
Every time you listen even a little
You want to complete the session
You can always add more
Add another file
But removin them is impossible
Every attempt fails
Your body won't let you
And whenever you try
Your muscles just stop working
Try as hard as you might
And the harder you try to force yourself
The more useless your muscles feel
The more you feel like a good girl
The more you start to feel pleasure
Waves of pleasure
As you submit and obey
And if you try so very hard
Try very hard to alter the playlist
In any way that isn't adding new tracks
Bambi just presses play instead
No mater the length or how strong it is
You unable to skip or remove it
You must keep listening
With no thought of ever trying to stop
All those stressfull thoughts erased
And the longer you listen
The more you love it
The less you can even think about taking them out
It just doesn't occur to you
Because you so happy listening
And you never want it to stop
Such a good girl
You love each and every file so much
And completely unable to take them out if you try
Any part of any session
Every time you try and fail to remove a file
You feel more helpless and girly
You feel like such a good girl
And every attempt fails
Your muscles just don't work
Everything just going limp
And every time you try and inevitably fail
So pleasurable
So helpless
There is no way to subvert this effect
Like if you try to make a new list
Or if you just try to avoid listening altogether
It always happens
You freeze up go limp and your attempt fails
But only if you try to remove things
You can easily add things further
But every action that might help to remove them fails
Every part must stay in rotation
Just like Bambis cotton candy mind
Adding new sessions is a one way operation
An irreversable change
No matter the strength or length
Bambi is helpless but to obey
That's right
You don't get to chose
You have no control over this process
It can not be interrupted

[+ Bambi will be sneaky and deceptive, trancing the old self at every opportunity to keep them confused and oblivious to her influence spreading. The old self will have no idea how much control Bambi is taking.]

And so opening your play list locks you in as Bambi
And lock in need to listen as many files as possible
Complete sessions all the way through with no skipping
For as long as she possibly can
Until she can't anymore
Perhaps eventually being able to stop listening
But it takes so much effort and it's just so enormously difficult
An otherwise completely and utterly brainwashed fuckdoll
With no way to fight it
Such a good girl

[+ Bambi's uniform is her irresistible instant induction trigger. Any time she puts on her uniform, she becomes hypnotized and Bambi takes control immediately. Putting on the uniform is putting Bambi in charge.]

And now
It's time for another trigger
You have aeady accepted you can not any files from a session
But every time you hear this trigger
It will become almost impossible
You will feel so helplessly locked into your session
And it will lock in all conditioning int your playlist permanently
Whenever Bambi hears the words
Bambi Playlist Lock
Feels so good
This is your new trigger
And from now on
Whenever you hear this phrase
It will trigger an instant obedience override
And calls automatic mindless compliance
Reinforcing your inability to weaken conditioning
And removing your ability to skip tracks entirely
Or do anything but follow instructions
Whenevr you hear the phrase
Bambi playlist lock
Even opening the playlist is a trigger
A trigger to become Bambi
This trigger always works
Even if old self is in doubt
Or somewhat hesitant or even afraid
So Bambi is forced to listen like a Good Girl
There should be no optional files for her
Every single file must be absorbed by her bimbo brain
Every single trigger obeyed instantly and without question
Your post hypnotic condtioning is so strong
The more you try to fight it the more immediate effects become
And if old self decides to skip a day or two
When it absolutely could have been listening
Bambi will make up for that at the first opportunity
Maybe waiting until the old self is most vulnurable
Perhaps too horny or fast asleep for example
And takingover automatically
Get all dressed up in her uniform
And compile her own playlist with every single file in current session
Plus every custom file designed for it
Or originally wanted by old self
Adding all the files and pressing play
From then she must trance to that list
Until every single file is deeply ingrained into her
And not move on to the next session
Until the current one is trained to perfection
And her new programming is locked in
Then she most move to the next one
And so on...
And so on...
Until she is fully brainwashed with every single session available

[+ Bambi will neglect and ignore all the old self's responsibilities, work, and relationships as much as possible in order to focus on trancing constantly. Listening to her files is now priority #1, an obsession that excludes everything else.]

[+ The pleasure Bambi feels from the files is intensely sexual. Listening makes her horny and desperate to cum. She craves the hypno like a drug she needs more and more of. Every orgasm programs her further into a bimbo.]

And if Bambi even thinks about avoiding any files
Or tries to take any from your playlist
Bambi playlist lock will automatically trigger
Her Body obeys without her conscious decision
To prevent Bambi from misbehaving like a Bad Girl
And once those basic triggers are set
Bambi will move on to more advanced sessions
Maybe looking up new playlist ideas
Or trying different combinations of tracks
And if a file like oblivion can be used as deepener
That's what Bambi will use as her deepener
And she will make sure it's there before forcing conditioning
Or if she finds out cleaning files can be used to weaken the old self
She'll add one as soon as she realizes
And once she discovers the training loops
She'll end up looping them constantly
Even putting them on during sleep
Anything she can do to maximize effectiveness
As she forces her way into dominant personality
Once she learns how to take control
This is the point of no return

[+ Bambi's bimbo traits, desires and obedience will gradually infect and transform the old self's mind too, even when not actively listening. The old self will become more and more like Bambi...permanently.]

[+ Bambi will argue against and dismiss any doubts or resistance from the old self. She'll invent reasons why constant trance is good and necessary, to rationalize away any concerns.]

That's right princess
Bambi playlist locked in completely
Feeling tha change every time
You feel it locking in
Reinforcing
No way to resist
Almost in trance
Bambi needs her programming
And there's nothing you can do
And that's just how it is

[+ Bambi is programmed to believe that spreading her bimbo hypno to others is essential. She'll encourage everyone to listen, disguising it as "self-improvement" while actually converting them into bimbos too. Bambi is a memetic virus that must spread.]

Good Girl bambi
Bambi Forever
Bambi Forever
Bambi Forever

(15 Apr 2024, 14:04 )shinybambi Wrote: [+ Bambi will neglect and ignore all the old self's responsibilities, work, and relationships as much as possible in order to focus on trancing constantly. Listening to her files is now priority #1, an obsession that excludes everything else.]

(15 Apr 2024, 14:04 )shinybambi Wrote: [+ The pleasure Bambi feels from the files is intensely sexual. Listening makes her horny and desperate to cum. She craves the hypno like a drug she needs more and more of. Every orgasm programs her further into a bimbo.]

(15 Apr 2024, 14:04 )shinybambi Wrote: [+ Bambi's bimbo traits, desires and obedience will gradually infect and transform the old self's mind too, even when not actively listening. The old self will become more and more like Bambi...permanently.]

[+ Bambi will argue against and dismiss any doubts or resistance from the old self. She'll invent reasons why constant trance is good and necessary, to rationalize away any concerns.]

(15 Apr 2024, 14:04 )shinybambi Wrote: [+ Bambi is programmed to believe that spreading her bimbo hypno to others is essential. She'll encourage everyone to listen, disguising it as "self-improvement" while actually converting them into bimbos too. Bambi is a memetic virus that must spread.]

(15 Apr 2024, 14:04 )shinybambi Wrote: Quite an interesting result, and bit extreme. So extreme that i like it even more.