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The Great Bambi Experiment
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Mistress leaves this morning for a week.
By trickery or opportunity, I have been stoned, dressed and hypnotized at least briefly most days since I discovered Bambi Sleep.
Now I have a week to myself. The Basic Plan is as follows:
Back the truck against the edge of the Rabbit Hole, then jump in! Oh, I’ll be dressed fabulously for the trip, thanks.
Stay tuned.
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Posted on : Apr 26, 2019
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Commented on Apr 30, 2019
Two stories: 1. I had a dream this morning wherein a large, handsome Dom man stood in front of me, put his hand on my shoulder, and looked deeply into my eyes. In my mind, within seconds I turn into a sissy/bimbo and kneel in front of him in abject, mindless servitude. That’s a new one for me! And,
2. Bambi, as an alternative persona, has reared her head in an entertaining way. I think I mentioned my ‘time freeze’ experiences, where I feel unable to stop myself from doing some task. Well, as a variation, I find that after a ‘freeze’ event I often dance about in an effeminate manner, or sometimes kneel, and I hear myself reciting ‘mantras’ about revoking my masculinity, and giving my life to feminization, and, and... The only reason I remember these events at all (in my kitchen, and NOT in trance), is the strange diction, where I hear, for example, “This one is so compliant when dressed. It’s so dumb when it acts girly.†It’s my voice. Bambi whispers (literally) her message while she has my body frozen, or sometimes dancing.
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Commented on Apr 29, 2019
Speaking of documenting...
I spent the afternoon in bliss again listening to my entire Bambi Enforcement playlist. I recall none of it, with the exception that my consciousness roused during one file when I noted the command when duly triggered (can’t recall) to get horny, to kneel, and to go blank and empty. It kinda shocked me because I had been doing that all day, but had no idea why!
Tonight for bed: Oblivion!
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Commented on Apr 28, 2019
That’s the deal!
I go DEEPER and I obey Bambi’s programming. I’m their ideal recruit and candidate...for what I know not.
I will DOCUMENT every step of the way, keeping notes both here in plain sight, and in my journal.
Subtle. For now, I shall keep my journalistic plans to myself. And, who am I anyway?
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Commented on Apr 28, 2019
Just because it occurred to me on mushrooms, doesn’t make it a bad idea. I need to write. Specifically, I need to write a novel exploring the risks that very specific targetable vulnerabilities face online. I can use, as a muse and inspiration, my Bambi experience. That means that I’m doing research for a novel with my participation, documenting the effects.
The other question is just how deep a population is required to mine a vulnerable group. How hard would it be to find a date at a wedding: “Hi. Wanna fuck?†You get slapped, and move on. It’s a big group. Alas, your approach isn’t very time effective.
Now, use the internet. You’re not looking for a date, but you’re looking for vulnerable males. How many, um, wealthy, isolated, submissive, transvestites are there? Find them? Easy. Manipulate them? Easier! They’ve already provided a means to observe stimulus-response, as you perfect the isolation of fetishes. It’s the Internet itself. As for the extent of the subsequent manipulation, I offer myself as Exhibit A. There may be others. Let the fun begin!
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Commented on Apr 28, 2019
I’m enjoying the thin fog of drama that envelops my Bambi experience. It’s Day #3 of The Great Experiment. I feel woozy, horny and happy. The events to document:
1. I have a ‘friend’ on Discord with whom I have shared my suspicions;
2. I have sent an e-mail to someone claiming to be doing Bambi ‘research,’ who now has a link to this page; and
3. I was joking in Discord/Experience today about finding the way into BS Level #2. NOT subtle.
This is indeed getting more interesting.
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Commented on Apr 27, 2019
Day #1 of the Bambi Experiment: Wife left yesterday for a week. Rabbit Hole awaits, so I got to work: in uniform, dosed on weed AND ‘shrooms, horny from porn, and ready. I played my selection from the Starter Induction series while the ‘meds’ kicked in. I took a break to dance, and let Bambi really fuck with my stoned mind, enjoying that unique feeling of being subject to compelling hypnotic control. I then settled back onto the couch to listen to the entire Enforcement series, twice; once while deep in trance, and once while edging to the thought of how fucked I am. Later, after the meds had peaked, and I felt empty, docile, submissive and broken, I listened to Oblivion before I let myself pass out.
That was last night. Day #1. Uh oh.
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