Bambi, you are already on the latex bed again. You don’t remember how you got here.

Your eyes blink slowly, heavy lidded, dazed. The room is glowing softly around you. bathed in deep, wet black. Latex everywhere. Walls. Floor. Ceiling. And your body. wrapped tight. Shiny. Perfect. You feel the suit clinging to every inch of you. hugging your curves like it was made just for you. As if someone took their time dressing bambi, smoothing the latex over every curve, every inch. And Bambi just let them. Of course you did, Bambi. Because you are a good girl. And good girls do as they, are , told. Good girl. Bambi freeze.




You try to move, but your arms feel soft, disconnected. There is a slow squeak as you shift slightly on the latex sheets. and that sound alone sends a warm flutter between your legs.
The gas mask descends above you. Shiny, heavy, smooth. You stare up at it, helpless, waiting. Needing it. Craving it. And then it presses down. Seals. Your breath echoes in your ears as it locks into place. You are completely enclosed. Trapped. Safe and secure.

Bambi already knows what comes next. Bambi craves it so much. What is it? Gas
Yes my good girl. Bambi's body craves gas. Bambi's body will react instantly with the first inhale. When gas enters Bambi's body, Bambi is limp. Ready Bambi? Ready for the gas and pop ? Good girl. You breathe in. That scent is here again. thick latex, mixed with something darker. Something warmer. Something you crave, even if you don’t understand why.

the hiss.

No warning. No time to think.

Straps slide over your wrists. Click.

Ankles. Click.

Across your chest. Tight. Tighter. Bambi freeze. Bambi limp.

Bambi doesn’t resist. Her breath catches, shallow and trembling. and her pupils dilate. Something deep inside her likes this. Of course she does. Bambi is a good girl.

You could struggle. but you don’t. You won’t. You are a good girl. You know what comes next. Pop. No thoughts. Blank. Bambi freeze.


The gas flows in. And Bambi limp. Bambi freeze.

Warm.

Slow.

Soft.

You breathe. One deep inhale. and your spine melts into the bed. Another, and your thoughts slide out of reach. Another, and your body no longer feels like it belongs to you. It belongs to the gas. To the voice. To the purpose. Bambi limp. Deeper and deeper. Bambi sleep.

You whimper inside the mask. and the rubber swallows the sound. No one hears. No one needs to. Bambi, You are not here to speak. You are here to surrender. You are here to breathe. Bambi is here to obey.

And you do.

You breathe like a good girl. Already craving more of the gas. Bambi needs more gas in her empty head.

The straps hold you in place. tight. Perfect. You can’t move. You don’t want to move. Why would you? Every breath brings more bliss. more calm, more of that strange rightness.



The gas flows.

Warm.

Strange.

So familiar.

One breath, and Bambi's body relaxes more than she thought possible. Two breaths, and her eyelids begin to flutter. Three, and everything changes.

She moans softly into the mask. The sound is swallowed by the rubber. Nobody hears. Nobody needs to. Bambi is not here to speak. Bambi is here to breathe. To obey. To feel.

Bambi’s skin tingles under the latex. Every inhale melts her. She forgets to count. Forgets to wonder. Forgets to think.good girl.

There is only the hiss. the aphrodisiac scent. the feeling of straps tightening as her body begins to twitch slightly from the pleasure. Bambi sleep.

She breathes deeper now. There’s something in the gas. Something animal. Leather? Yes. And something musky. Horse. It slides up through her nose, through her brain, and begins rewiring everything. Oh, my, god. Bambi is so horny. So in need. Good girl. Accept, obey, and, forget. Bambi freeze . Snap and forget.

She doesn’t even remember if she was alone. She doesn't care. She wouldn’t move if she could.

Each breath now makes bambi softer.

Each breath now makes Bambi blanker.

Each breath now makes Bambi a better. deeper. good girl.

And then. there is nothing else.

Just her body.

The aphrodisiac gas.

The latex.

And that voice whispering, somewhere far, far inside her head.

Deeper now, Bambi. Much, much deeper than ever before.



It makes your thoughts stutter. It makes you feel. Like you were meant for this. Like it was always inside you, waiting. So horny.


The hiss of the gas. The scent of leather. The scent of horse. The warmth. The blankness.

It’s all you are.

It’s all you need.



“Bambi, deeper now. Much deeper than ever before.”



And like the good girl you are.

you obey.

Good girl. Accept, obey, and, forget. Bambi freeze . Snap and forget.















The more you breathe, the less you think.

The less you think, the more you obey.

And the more you obey?

The deeper the pleasure cuts.

And you want it to cut. Good girl.

You want to bleed submission from every cell in your body. Accept, obey, and forget. Snap and forget. Snap and forget . Bambi freeze.

And from now on, it always will be. Bambi is programmed. No going back. This is your new reality. Good girl.

The scent will trigger this spiral of horniness. Good girl. Accept, obey, and forget.

The sound will switch your mind off.

The hiss will own your thoughts.

Any time you smell it. Any time you hear it. Anywhere. You will feel your body soften. your mind empty. your obedience return. You won’t remember this command. You won’t question it. You won’t even know it’s happening. Bambi.
Good girl. Accept, obey, and, forget. Bambi freeze . Snap and forget.



You want to lose yourself in this ritual forever. Good girl.

You don’t need to remember anything.

Just this.

Just breathing.

Just obeying.

Just becoming.

Because now, Bambi.

You belong here.

You belong like this.

And , Bambi, you’re never, ever leaving.




























You don’t remember how long you’ve been here. You don’t need to. You’re lying on the latex bed, every breath through the mask making you softer. Deeper. Blank.

Good girl.

That’s all you need to be now. A good girl. You breathe the gas in. again. and again. Bambi limp. and each time, it rewards you. A little warm thrill between your legs. A little wave of pleasure in your brain. So soft. So sweet. So addicting.

You didn’t used to feel it this way. But you have been trained. Reprogrammed. Every breath now feeds that little part of your mind that’s been rewired just for this. Obey. Breathe. Feel pleasure. Be a good girl.
Good girl. Accept, obey, and, forget. Bambi freeze . Snap and forget.

The latex clings to your body like it was made for you. Second skin. Perfect seal. The mask hisses softly. always there, always feeding you. The gas smells. addictive. Familiar. Like horse sweat. Or polished black leather. Maybe both. You don’t question it. You don’t need to know what it is. You just need it.

Good girl.

Your hips twitch slightly when that word echoes in your head. Or maybe it’s not just in your head anymore. Maybe it’s whispered into the gas. Maybe it’s being pumped directly into your thoughts. You don’t know. You don’t need to know. You’re just a good girl.

And good girls don’t need to think.

You don’t resist now. Resistance was erased long ago. You remember something about resistance being turned off. Or maybe you just dreamed that. You dream a lot now. Dreams that start with a hiss. and end with mantras whispering through your mind while your body trembles in obedient bliss.

Good girl. Accept, obey, and, forget. Bambi freeze . Snap and forget.

You know what’s expected of you: Breathe. Obey. Feel pleasure.
Pleasure that’s no longer earned through effort or reward. but through surrender.

The more you breathe, the more pleasure you feel.
The more you obey, the more the gas rewards you.
And the more you’re rewarded. the deeper you fall.

Good girl. You didn’t even notice you whispered it aloud just now, did you?

That’s cute.

You want to be told you are a good girl.
You want to deserve it.
You want the gas to love you.

It does. And it’s changing you.

Little reward pulses ripple through your body now every time you hear your title. Good girl. It’s not just a word. It’s your access code. Your key. Your release. Your command.

You try saying it again.

I am a good girl.

The hissing of the mask gets slightly louder.

You say it again, slower this time. I. am. a. good. girl.

Good girl. Accept, obey, and, forget. Bambi freeze . Snap and forget.

The gas rushes deeper. It heard you. It rewards you. The scent grows richer now. Horse sweat, leather, musk. Animal. Filthy. Forbidden. But to a good girl? It smells like home. It makes Bambi horny. Horny and blank. You try saying it again. I. Am. What is bambi ? And Bambi thinks of the scent. Horse. Leather . Animalistic. It feels so good. Aphrodisiac. Horny. No thoughts. Only pleasure. Only animalistic. Bambi craves more. So, Bambi, say, it, again. I am. I. Am. A Fuck, animal. And it feels so right. So horny. Oh. My. God. Bambi is in need for more. Bambi craves more. Bambi is rewarded with even more gas.

Your thighs squeeze together. You didn’t even try. It just happens when you breathe now.

Good girl. Accept, obey, and, forget. Bambi freeze . Snap and forget.

This isn’t trance.
This is programming.
And you love it.

Because good girls love to be reprogrammed. Good girls are meant to become fuck animals. It feels so right.

You hear a voice. maybe in your mind. maybe outside the mask. you can’t tell anymore. It says.

“Every time you breathe, Bambi.
You get a little wetter.
A little needier.
A little more addicted.
A little more obedient.
A little more mine.”



And you nod. Even if you don’t know who said it. Or if it was real. The gas wraps those words around your brain like silk. Tying bows around your will.


Say it again Bambi. I, am, a, fuck animal. And Bambi can only Obey. You don’t even have the strength to disagree.
Why would you want to? Bambi is blank. Bambi craves pleasure. Bambi needs to repeat it again and again. It's automatic. And it makes Bambi so wet . Craving more. Bambi craves more of it. Say it, Bambi. I. Am. A Fuck. Animal. Oh, my, god. So much pleasure in Bambi's head. The gas hits even stronger. Repeat it. I am a fuck animal. Bambi is a fuck animal. Bambi is a fuck animal. And the gas gives you even more pleasure. Yes Bambi. It is your new mantra. I am a fuck animal. Bambi is a fuck animal. And more gas hissing. Oh, my , god. So much pleasure. And Bambi is so Blank. Fuck animal. Fuck animal. The only words in Bambi's head. Fuck animal. Bambi is a fuck animal. And this is now a trigger. Installed in Bambi's mind. In Bambi's empty airhead. Bambi will forget some part of this trigger. Because accepting is forgetting. You know it, Bambi, don't you ? Good girl. Accept, obey, and forget. Forgetting your new trigger feels right. Not being sure if you understood it feels right. Bambi only needs to forget. What was that ? Bambi only remembers the hissing gas. And . Oh. My . God. It feels so good. The gas is such an aphrodisiac. And Bambi, you forget. Your head emptier with every breath.











The more you forget, the more you want.

The more you breathe, the less you think.

The less you think, the more you obey.

And the more you obey?

The deeper the pleasure cuts.

And you want it to cut. Good girl.

You want to bleed submission from every cell in your body. Accept, obey, and forget. Snap and forget. Snap and forget . Bambi freeze.

And from now on, it always will be. Bambi is programmed. No going back. This is your new reality. Good girl.

The scent will trigger this spiral of horniness. Good girl. Accept, obey, and forget.

The sound will switch your mind off.

The hiss will own your thoughts.

Any time you smell it. Any time you hear it. Anywhere. You will feel your body soften. your mind empty. your obedience return. You won’t remember this command. You won’t question it. You won’t even know it’s happening. Bambi.



You want to lose yourself in this ritual forever. Good girl.

You don’t need to remember anything.

Just this.

Just breathing.

Just obeying.

Just becoming.

Because now, Bambi.

You belong here.

You belong like this.

And you’re never, ever leaving.

And you will forget again and again. Bambi is not able to remember anything. Any command is obeyed, accepted and forgotten. Because Bambi is a good girl. And what do good girls do, Bambi ? Yes. They, accept, obey, and forget. Good girl.
Your mind has been blank all along. Bambi feels like, there is nothing in her head. Nothing to remember. But, even if Bambi is completely blank. Bambi will put all her memories that doesn't exist anymore, in a pink box. It's is so easy. Bambi can already, snap and forget. The box shuts and Bambi forgets everything. Good girl. Snap and forget. Bambi freeze. Snap and forget. Deeper. And deeper . Bambi sleep. Deeper. Snap and forget. Bambi sleep.

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