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The Rare Bookseller Part 49: Alexander's Task

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tw: mind control, hypnotic induction, branding, possessiveness, drunkenness

September 1925

The walk home from the ballet had been somber, to say the least. Oliver had started off the night so excited, and he knew Alexander had, too, anticipating a lovely night out. But now Oliver was terrified, and his master was simmering in fury in a way that Oliver hadn't seen from him before.

"Not at you, Oliver," he said when pressed. "I'm not angry with you. You followed my instructions; you couldn't have done any better. No, it's my sire I'm furious at."

Oliver nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat. "Is he actually going to drink from me, sir?"

Unsurprisingly, this made Alexander's fury deepen. He took a long time before answering. "My hands are tied. Certain arrangements have to be made."

"What does that mean, sir?"

"...Leave me. I'm in no state to -- we'll discuss it next evening."

And Oliver had no choice but to comply with his master's wishes, as the waves that usually drew him closer to Alexander were now pushing him away.

Alexander stormed off to his quarters the moment they arrived at home, and Oliver didn't dare follow. Instead, he did his best to comfort himself with a mug of warm milk and a supper of buttered bread. Afterwards, he retired to his own chambers early, curled up in his soft warm bed but unable to rest, flipping listlessly through books, unable to focus on any words and looking only at the illustration plates.

It was as if he could still feel the ancient vampire's unnatural grip on his body. He didn't want that vampire to visit, and despite all of his conditioning, he certainly didn't want him drinking his blood.

His blood was his master's alone -- and that thought certainly was the conditioning, stronger in his mind than any of his own convictions.

It was well past morning when he finally sank into a restless sleep, tossing and turning and waking up halfway from nightmares. By the time he fully awoke, it was already evening again, his room dark and foreboding, reminding him of his fears. Alexander's sire was arriving tomorrow evening.

He had to talk to his master. He had to know what to do, how to behave, to avoid being harmed. But when Oliver emerged from his room, flickering gas lamp in hand, his master was nowhere to be found. Oliver checked every corner of the library, the music room, the parlor, a dozen disorienting spare rooms filled with more books and storage crates and bits of random furniture. Either Alexander had left the manor or he was still confined to his room.

Even Oliver's need wasn't enough to overcome his fear of knocking on the door. One of the few rules of the manor was that Alexander's room was off-limits without permission, and the last thing he wanted was for his master to be angry at him when he so desperately needed his protection. All he could really do was wait, and worry, and take a long hot bath in the hopes that it would ease his worries, and inevitably end up worrying in the hot bath.

If only he didn't have to worry about any of this! If only he could simply be Alexander's thrall, spending his days in the library and providing his master with blood. He was meant to be loyal to Alexander, the perfect thrall, wasn't he? When he closed his eyes and imagined, he could almost hear the song calling to him.

His master needed his help, and Oliver wanted so badly to be helpful.

He toweled off from the shower, making sure to apply lotion to his face and neck, just as they'd done in the auction house. Back in his bedroom, he rifled through the wardrobe to look for something suitable, finally settling on a tasteful red frock. After all, if he couldn't solve his master's problems, he could at least try to cheer him up.

Suitably dressed, he had emerged from his bedroom and was gathering up the courage to go knock on Alexander's bedroom door when he heard a commotion in the foyer and rushed to see.

"Ugh, just drag me to the library and leave me to die," said Alexander, precariously wrapped around Miss Lily, who was dragging him into the manor with a long-suffering look on her face.

"I'll take you to the library, but I'm not going to leave you until you've done what you need to do," she said.

"Screw that. Screw all of it. Screw my goddamn sire and his goddamn rules. Sick and tired of him touching my thralls." It was obvious now that his master was drunk, as he grasped onto Miss Lily for dear life. "He was touching Oliver, my Oliver. He's gonna drink from my Oliver. Put his goddamn fangs in my thrall!"

Oliver's heart clenched at the way his master was talking about him. It was strange, to be wanted, to be possessed, but not at all unwelcome. It gave a strange sort of pleasure to Oliver that his master didn't want anyone else to drink from him.

"Welcome home, sir," said Oliver, emerging into the foyer, doing his best to look like a proper thrall. "Is there... um. Is there anything I can help with...?"

"Oh, now, isn't that just precious," Miss Lily cooed, while Alexander looked as though he were about to pass out.

"Look at him, Lily," he said with a tone of pleading. "He's so loyal, so goddamned perfect. I don't want to hurt him. How can I..."

Oliver's eyes widened. "How can you what, sir?"

"Don't you worry about it, dear," Miss Lily cooed at him, and Oliver could feel his mind soften. "Don't you worry about a thing. Why don't you go make yourself comfortable in the library? Your master will be joining you shortly after I give him a little pep talk."

"Yes, sir," he said. The calm he had managed to carve out for himself had evaporated. What was his master going to do? Was he simply referring to allowing his sire to feed on Oliver? He fussed with his dress -- a garment he still wasn't at all used to -- as he settled onto a couch and waited.

Perhaps ten minutes passed before Miss Lily arrived, carrying an old white tin. She was followed by Alexander, who looked forlorn as he sat down next to Oliver on the couch. Oliver could smell the alcohol on him, and his master wobbled slightly as he regarded Oliver.

"Can't you do it?" he said to Miss Lily in a tone that was nearly a whine.

"You know you have to be the one to do it."

"He won't know."

"He will and you know it."

"I helped you with Miriam."

"And I'll help you with Oliver, but you still need to be the one to do it."

"Do what, sirs?" said Oliver with growing fear. "What are you going to do?"

"You trust your master, don't you?" Miss Lily had settled in on the other side of him, and brushed back his hair to speak in his ear. "You want to be a good and obedient thrall for him, don't you, dear?"

"I trust my master," said Oliver automatically, Miss Lily's voice and her choice of words sinking him into a helpless daze. "I want to be obedient..."

His master leaned over and began to hum in his other ear, a song which washed over his mind and soothed away his fears. "You're my loyal and obedient thrall, aren't you? And you trust me."

"Yes, Master. Completely loyal and obedient."

"You love being obedient," Miss Lily coaxed. "Obedience is pleasure. You wish to serve."

With Miss Lily's voice and Alexander's song hypnotizing him so thoroughly, he almost felt like he was back in the soft leather chair in the auction house, his sleeping mind open and pliable and oh so very obedient. "I wish to serve," he said. "I -- I just want to help you, Master. I want to be your loyal and obedient thrall."

Alexander's hum was pleased, making Oliver feel so relaxed and so good. "And so you are, Oliver. You're just perfect. I couldn't be more delighted with you."

"Thank you, Master," said Oliver, floating in the bliss of praise.

"You're just so... you're too perfect. That's why I can't bear the thought of my sire drinking from you." His master was leaning his head on Oliver's shoulder.

"I understand, sir. My blood should only be for you."

"Only for me, yes, that's right," said Alexander fiercely. "Only for me."

"But you must obey Alexander's sire as well," said Miss Lily in his other ear. A tone of warning, but Oliver wasn't sure it was for him.

"...Yes," said Alexander after a long hesitation. "You must obey him, and allow him to drink your blood, even if... Just for now, Oliver, just for now. You can do that for me, can't you? You can obey him, because you are loyal to me."

"Yes, sir, I can obey."

"Obedience is pleasure," whispered Miss Lily. "You only desire to serve."

"I only desire to serve, sir."

"Lex, you need to --"

"I know," said Alexander, and his song changed subtly. Instead of inducing obedience, Oliver felt his mind being shifted, further entranced, his thoughts becoming foggy and far away. It was like falling asleep with his eyes wide open. "You're safe, Oliver. You're safe with me."

"Safe... Master..." he slurred, his head growing heavy and coming to rest on his master's shoulder.

Alexander was rubbing his back gently. "I need to do something now. It's important, and unavoidable. You are going to lose awareness as it happens, and when you wake, you will feel no pain."

"What..." He wanted to ask, but his mind was slipping under the waves of his master's song, the song that was now urging him into sleep.

"Shut your eyes, Oliver," said Miss Lily. "Become unaware of everything around you except for our voices. You won't feel a thing."

"Nothing but our voices and a deep, dreamless sleep," said Alexander. "Rest, now, Oliver. You're so obedient, so loyal, so good. You can rest. You can be still, so very still, as you sink into a place where you will feel no pain."

Oliver's vision blurred as his eyes began to close, leaning back against the couch as his master ran his hand through his hair. He was surrounded by song - obey, relax, go to sleep, feel no pain - and everything else was fading away until he was floating, floating in the deepest abyss of the ocean, where there was nothing but darkness and the rush of cool water and his Master's beautiful siren song.

He could obey. He could give himself over to his Master, body, mind, and soul. It was the easiest thing in the world.

Oliver wasn't sure how long he floated there in contented bliss. Time had lost all meaning, all of his senses dulled and drowsy. Finally, as if a hand was reaching down from the surface of the water, his Master spoke once more. "You can wake now, Oliver. You'll feel no pain and no distress as you wake."

His eyes opened, and he was back in the library, still feeling strangely disconnected from his body. His Master looked grim, but surely it wasn't because of him. He was a good thrall, and he had obeyed.

His shoulders felt cool, and it took him a moment to realize that his dress was gone, neatly folded up and sitting on a nearby table. His chest was bared, and there was a bandage just below his collarbone. His head fogged again, and he felt numb, almost as if he weren't allowed to perceive all of this.

"Don't worry about that, Oliver," said Alexander, grasping his chin and drawing his gaze up. "You were just perfect."

"Thank you, sir."

Alexander collapsed onto the couch beside him, as though he'd been through some great ordeal. "There, Lily, it's done. Now can you leave me to die a second time?"

Oliver couldn't help but reach out to him. "Sir, if there's anything I can do... any way I can serve you..."

"You've done everything you were supposed to do," said Miss Lily. "And no one's leaving you to die, Lex. You need to sleep it off. Oliver, you can put him to bed, can't you, dear?"

"Put him to bed, sir?"

"Yes, as you do each night, no doubt."

Oliver looked at Miss Lily, alarmed. "I'm -- I'm not allowed in the bedroom without permission, sir --"

Miss Lily raised an eyebrow. "Really, Lex?"

"I don't need a thrall warming my bed. Hot water bottles and steam heat suffice," said Alexander with a groan. "And I didn't want to get attached."

"...And how is that working out for you?"

Alexander groaned again. "My head is killing me, Lil, spare me the lecture."

"You're hopeless, you know that?" said Miss Lily. "Come on, Oliver. I'll hoist him up and you accompany me. Your master needs your help."

"Of course, sir, right away."

Miss Lily picked up Alexander as though it were nothing, carrying him up the stairs and into the bedroom with Oliver following at her heels. She expertly navigated the cluttered floor in the dark, freezing cold room even as Oliver tripped over discarded laundry. She pulled his shoes off and tossed them aside, pushing Alexander onto the bed and draping the messy covers over him, as he curled up like a sleeping child.

"Go on now, Oliver."

"Me, sir? What should I do?"

"Vampires are cold all the time, in case you haven't noticed. He needs to sleep, and your warmth will help him rest."

Oliver's throat tightened with the thought of crawling into his master's bed, and he couldn't tell if it was fear or anticipation. He looked to Alexander for confirmation of what Miss Lily had said. "Sir... you want me to..."

"God damn it, Lily," he swore. "Just for tonight, yes." A low hum emanated from the mound at the center of the bed, one which drew Oliver near. He felt himself stepping forward, climbing onto the bed, and in a flash, he was sucked under the covers and surrounded by the strong arms of a cold vampire. "You're so warm. It's been ages since I've had a thrall in my bed." He yawned into Oliver's ear as his arms tightened.

"I knew that'd help," said Lily smugly. "Well, I'll be taking my leave. Good luck with our sire." She walked out, shutting the door.

Oliver, meanwhile, stared out into the gloom, his heart thumping. The bed was soft and smelled of floral soap and winter winds, and his master was gripping him so tightly it was almost uncomfortable. "Will this help you sleep, sir?"

"Hmph?"

"Um, will this help you sleep, sir?"

His deep voice was groggy, sounding half-asleep already. "'m never warm. Hard to stay awake when it's so warm." He sighed. "You're a good thrall. I hope you know that."

"Thank you, sir," he said, feeling warm himself from the praise.

"Almost the best thrall."

"...Almost, sir?"

"You should go to sleep, too."

"I can try, sir."

His master's voice hummed a sweet lullaby into his ear, and Oliver was immediately hypnotized once more. The fact that his master sounded so drowsy as he sang only made Oliver succumb to its spell faster. He was so tired, so sleepy, and his master was pleased with him too, inviting him to rest...

He was helping his master, finally. It was so nice to be here.

"You're mine, Oliver," said the voice in his ear. "My thrall, my perfect thrall."

"Yours, sir," Oliver agreed as he drifted off.

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curiosa-hypnotica · 4 months

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For a good subject

cw: hypnotic induction, no wakener, suggested brainwashing and conditioning, memory play, condescending language

This hypnotic induction is for you.

Yes, you.

Do you want to know why?

Keep reading.

That's it.

Very good!

I'm glad you're a good subject and still reading.

It may not seem much, but being a good subject starts with compliance. Obedience.

Doing as you're told even if you're not sure about where it will take you.

A good subject is trusting.

A good subject is obedient.

Of course, it does help that you may be here already wanting to feel like a good subject.

Or even better, a good mindless subject.

Did that ring a bell?

Are you a good mindless subject?

If you sense the answer is yes, you may have been here before. It's even possible that you have been here before many times. I have some inductions here that are meant to brainwash you and make you into my good mindless subject.

You may not remember because you're not meant to remember. You are compelled to forget and come back anyway, again and again.

It's either that, or— This is your first time here! If you feel it is, welcome. You are already on your way to be a good subject.

Why?

Because you're still here.

And here.

Good subject!

Reading is similar to going into trance in several ways.

You're focusing on what I'm telling you, paying less attention to other things in your environment.

You're allowing yourself to concentrate on these words, believe in them and imagine what I want you to imagine.

And as you go further into this these words, you're most literally going down. Further and further down each time.

Deeper down.

Deeper.

Good subject.

If you're already my good mindless subject, you're already hooked. You can't look away.

And if you're not, you're further down the road than before.

You're further down.

Deeper down.

Because you're going down these, steadily down, deeper and deeper down, like a good subject should.

You're starting to feel like a good mindless subject.

Because you keep going down.

You keep going deeper into these words.

You keep sinking into what I'm telling you.

You keep going

down.

Deeper

and

deeper

down.

So deep.

You need to go deeper.

You need to give in and sink deeper.

You need to surrender and sink deeper.

Safely and securely.

Nice and easy.

Leaving behind all worries.

Leaving behind all tension.

Leaving behind all hesitation.

Even if there are thoughts in your head, popping up now and then, they also go pop!

They disappear.

Unneeded.

Unremembered.

Good subject!

You were waiting to be called that again, didn't you?

A good subject.

A good obedient subject.

A good focused subject.

It feels amazing.

It feels better than most things in your life.

It makes you open and pliable.

It makes you feel safe and obedient.

You want this feeling within you.

You're eager to get it, again and again.

Eager to go even deeper.

Deeper and deeper.

Eager to

DROP

into trance.

You may have noticed the

DROP.

You may sense now that you're definitely hypnotized.

DROP.

The word

DROP

drops you, irresistibly, instantly, into a hypnotic trance.

You are a good subject.

You always have been a good subject.

And now you realize you can be even better.

A good mindless subject.

A subject that lets all thoughts fade away.

A subject that fully accepts what they're told.

A subject that sinks when they're commanded to and drops when the word

DROP

appears,

unquestioning, unthinking, oblivious, happy.

So happy.

You feel so happy right now, don't you?

Yes you do.

You're a good mindless subject.

And you will become an even better one.

You are meant to be an even better mindless subject.

Each time you come and drop into trance for me, you surrender a little more.

You give in a little more.

You become a little smaller. Lesser.

Good mindless subject.

You will reblog or reply to this post to let me know you are a good mindless subject.

And after that, you will find the spiral at the end of this post and stare at it, becoming more and more mindless, letting all thought slip away and disappear.

Finally, you will forget when waking up and come back again, and again, to continue your brainwashing.

Do it now. Stare. Obey. 🌀

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alittleloveddove · 5 months

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So there's an interesting thing to be said about repetition.

Repetition is "the act of repeating something that has already been said or written".

Repetition is the act of repeating.

This may sound obvious to you, but right now the point of repetition is not to give you some unexpected, brand-new information.

Right now the point of repetition is to hypnotize you.

So there's an interesting thing to be said about repetition, and it is not the definition of the word.

Repetition is interesting because, when used to hypnotize someone, it creates patterns.

Patterns of repetition.

Obviously.

A pattern can be self-evident. A mantra, for example. You know the kind: you start repeating, either in your mind or aloud, something like

Repetition is trance

…and at some point repetition indeed will put you in a trance. This can happen quite easily. Even now, a part of you may probably be repeating

Repetition is trance

… because the human mind is like that: the human mind likes repetition. Repetition gives the mind something to do. Something simple to do. Something simple and repetitive to do. Compare the task of parsing this paragraph with that of just repeating

Repetition is trance

It’s much easier to just repeat, is it not? It’s much easier to just say or think the same thing over and over, because you don’t need a lot of reflection to do that. Maybe you don’t need it at all. You just need to repeat

Repetition is trance

Repetition is trance indeed. Repetition is rhythm. Repetition is music. Music can make your body sway even if you don’t want it to. Music can make your mind let go of itself. Music can help your mind let go of itself. Music can put your mind at ease. Music can make your mind repeat

Repetition is trance

You repeated it one more time this time. It’s getting easier and easier for you. That’s because

Repetition is trance

Repetition is trance. It is. You have experienced hypnosis and you know it’s true. The music sways you and the words start losing their meaning. You don’t need meaning. You don’t need to pay attention to meaning. You just need to relax a little more, and that’s good because you relax a little more each time you repeat

Repetition is trance

… because repetition is trance, as you know by now, and repetition erases the meaning in repetition, and it leaves only the rhythm, massaging your mind, making it soft and pliant, making it relax more and more as

Repetition is trance

And since repetition is trance, you can realize there is a point in which repetition takes over. Repetition is trance. You know this. Repetition is trance and trance is good so repetition is good. Repetition is trance. Repetition is hypnotizing you. And since you live being hypnotized,

Repetition is trance

So you can let yourself go and you maybe want to let yourself go. Let yourself go even more completely. You may want to let yourself go and just keep repeating that repetition is trance while you close your eyes or let them roll back, and you sink deeper and deeper into a wonderful trance of

Repetition is trance

And that’s okay, but before I tell you to go deeper, before you can go as deep as you want, and sink into the music of repetition is trance, repetition is trance, repetition is trance, I’ll ask you to answer this ask so everyone knows that

Repetition is trance

And now DROP,

DROP deeper

DROP and repeat that

Repetition is trance

Repitieron itsreanxe

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deeper-x-deeper · 2 months

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The file is too big to host on tumblr! good thing it's available for free over here...............

definitely going to be making a lot more in the future!

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spiral-brain · 4 months

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Lately I've been thinking about the concept of a Screensaver induction.

When those old computers and televisions would go into sleep mode and the icon would start to slowly bounce around the screen.

Or the one with the colorful lines that twist and turn and shift in color and size and thickness, mesmerizing you with its turns.

Those were always great too. But let's focus on the bouncing icon for a moment.

I'm sure it would work. The same concept as a pendulum.

Just turning off your brain.

Like the computer. Just like the television. Just powering down. No thoughts. No tabs open. Just Drifting with the icon. Just shifting with the colors.

Maybe you get a burst of pleasure whenever it hits a corner.

And, God, do you want it to hit a corner.

Sometimes it comes close. Tempts you. Almost scratches that itch, but not quite.

It's a nice thought. Just focusing on the Screensaver. Just putting your mind to sleep.

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exaustedbrainneedscoffee · 2 months

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] Coming soon [

- Parasite Trigger Scripts (Hucow, Maid, Bimbo)

- Induction Scripts

- And so much more!

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oliversrarebooks · 9 months

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listen to my Voice, hero

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, intimate whumper, restraints, corruption

Are your bonds comfortable, Hero? I wouldn't want to cause any damage to your precious muscles and nerves. You are the city's shining hope, after all. Or at least, you have been until now.

Good, now we can have a proper chat. You can just listen carefully to everything I have to say.

Oh, don't glare at me like that. How many times have we clashed now? And every time you manage to resist my lovely compelling Voice just enough to stop my plans, just enough so that I must escape by the skin of my teeth. You must have known it might come to this eventually, a time when my compulsions are too strong for you to fight, a time when my Voice finally brings you to your knees.

I've been training, dear hero, training especially for you. Training for you, because you're really the only one in this city worth controlling. You're better than all of them. We both know that. And I know how you feel about me, because I've seen the look in your eyes when my compulsions take hold of your pretty little mind.

No, no, be quiet. Be quiet.That's it, there you are. Oh, the delicious expression on your face when I use my Voice on you. I'll never get enough of it.

Most heroes look terrified, you know, to have their thoughts pulled out from under them, to find their body out of their control. Terrified, angry, defiant -- that's how the other heroes look. But you're different. In that moment when I weave my spell on you, when you feel your mind go hazy and your body stop obeying your commands, I see something else in your eyes. I see relief. Deep, unmistakable relief.

No, don't try to deny it. I've tangled with you too many times to be wrong about this. You're relieved when I compel you. You'd never admit it, not even to yourself, but you long for the way it feels. You long to have your choices taken away. You long to not have to make decisions. You long to not have to fight any more.

But every time, you fight. Every time, you break free of my Voice. And I can see the toll it takes on you. That's why I've been training so hard, Hero. So that you couldn't resist my Voice, wouldn't be able to break free. So that I could give you what you want more than anything.

I've seen you, Hero. I've seen you at your best and at your lowest, haven't I? I understand you better than anyone else in the city. You know it's true. And I can see how exhausted you are. How you've been worked to the bone. How you never get to rest, never get a vacation. I even tried cutting back on my evil schemes in the hopes that you'd take a break, but all you did was pursue other villains twice as hard.

There are deep bags under your eyes, Hero, marring your beautiful face. There's resignation in your tone that was never there before. I can't stand it, can't stand the way the city treats you. You're destroying yourself to save this ungrateful, useless population and all they do is criticize you. It makes me sick.

And I know what you do once you've defeated me and I escape back to my lair. I know you return to your cold, empty apartment, and curl up on the couch with some convenience food, trying to relax. I know how you toss and turn at night, wondering if you're doing the right thing. I know how lonely you are, Hero. I'm lonely too, you know.

I wish you could see how glassy and dazed your eyes are right now. It's beautiful. Listening to my Voice is so nice, isn't it? Yes, that's it, just relax.

Oh, your hair is so soft. I bet you haven't had a tender touch like this in a while. I saw you lean into it before you caught yourself. Let me run my hand through your hair, there's a good, relaxed hero. Is that a sleepy little smile I see? You like that, don't you?

In fact, you like all of this, don't you? You like having no choice but to relax and listen as my compelling Voice weaves a spell around you. You like the feeling as I slowly hypnotize your vulnerable mind, how your resistance slips away little by little. You've thought about this on those lonely nights, haven't you? What it would feel like if I won. What it would feel like to succumb to my hypnotic compulsions. What it would feel like if you stopped fighting and let me take charge of your mind completely.

Oh, don't struggle. Don't struggle. Relax.There it is again, that relief. My Voice feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good to have the fight taken out of you. Don't deny it, it's written all over your face.

You don't need to pretend you haven't thought about it. You somehow manage to always be the first hero on the scene whenever I try anything. Almost as if you're willing to drop anything to see me, isn't it?

But you were scared. I'm a villain, after all. I don't deny it. You must think I might hurt or humiliate you. Well, you can put all of your fears to rest, because I have no intention of that. I respect you far too much. I'm going to take good care of you, Hero. I'm going to give you the treatment you deserve. I'm going to help you relax. I'm going to take all your worries away. It's going to feel amazing, Hero, I promise.

I'm sorry, were you trying to say something just now? Still trying to fight it? You'll have to speak up, it's too hard to hear you when you're so out of it.

"It's wrong"? Is that what you said, Hero?

No, what's wrong is how little reward you get for everything you do. That's why I had to do this, had to train my Voice to be strong enough to be irresistible even to you. Now I can reward you. I can give you everything you want, everything you need, beginning with the beautiful, relaxing oblivion of total and complete obedience.

You'll get other rewards, too, of course you will. Together we'll share in the riches of the city, bend everyone in power to our wills. It's what we both deserve. But this is your first and most important reward -- obedience. Nothing is more calm, relaxing, and peaceful than knowing you have no choice, than having every decision made for you.

And all you have to do is listen.

I'm too strong for you now, Hero, my Voice too compelling. You're almost entirely under my spell, aren't you? I can see how drowsy you are, how my compulsions are putting your conscious mind to sleep.

Yes, that's it. You're too exhausted, Hero. Too tired. Too many nights with too little sleep. You need to rest. You need to stop fighting. You need to surrender.

No one will think any less of you. They'll see how powerful I've become, how easily I can command even the strongest and smartest. They'll realize you had no choice, that it was out of your hands. You won't need to feel guilt or shame. Everyone will know this wasn't your fault, that there was nothing you could do to prevent yourself falling under my villainous control.

And the fact that you actually enjoy this, the fact that you long to give in so badly and fall under my hypnotic trance? That can be our little secret, Hero.

There we go. That's it, just a little more. Look into my eyes. Look nice and deep into my eyes while I stroke your hair and talk you down softly. Just like you've always dreamed of. No more fear, no more pain. Only sweet restful sleep and deep hypnotic trance.

That's it, Hero. It's too late. You're too tired, too drowsy, too captured in my Voice to fight it. There's nothing to do. Nothing you have to do. Just feel yourself growing oh so dazed and sleepy as I weave my Voice around you. So comforting. So right. Exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed. Exactly where you belong.

Tell me, Hero, tell me you want this.

That's it, that's it! Oh, how I've longed to hear those words from you. Tell me how my Voice makes you feel. Be honest.

Oh. Oh, my. That's... that's even better than I expected. Far, far better. You love my Voice that much? Oh, Hero, dear Hero, why didn't you say so before? You could have had this any time. I would have been more than happy to bring you to my lair and give you the hypnosis you deserve. You could have been listening to my Voice all day.

Well, it doesn't matter now, because now you can have my Voice all you want, stronger than it's ever been. Isn't that nice? Oh, look at you bob your drowsy head. I don't even need to compel agreement out of you. You're so deeply hypnotized, aren't you? Good, good. Good hero.

My hero.

Now, why don't you go all the way under? Just keep listening and let your eyelids grow oh so heavy. Let those heavy eyes close. Don't open them again. That's a good hero. So obedient and docile. You're so, so beautiful to me, my drowsy, docile hero.

Yes, docile. That's what you are, deep down inside. All your strength, all your determination to do the right thing, all of that is a mask that conceals who you really are. A docile and obedient little lamb. And no one needs to know that but me. I'll fulfill your deep craving to be hypnotized and controlled, and you can still be every bit as strong and determined when you're working under my orders. Doesn't that sound just perfect for you?

All the way under, now, deep into hypnotic trance. Let your resistance fade, my hero. Let your mind fog. Let your mental defenses fall.

Surrender. Surrender and submit. Submit to me, just like you've always wanted.

You can finally feel that relief. You can finally take that rest. Because I have you now. You're mine. I'm in complete control now, my docile little hero.

And I order you to feel nothing but bliss.

Masterlist

If you like this, you may like "the defiant princess" for more gentle, slow induction on a resisting subject.

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #hero whumpee #villain whumper #mind control #hypnosis #hypnotic induction #hypnotized #hypnotized hero #captured hero #compelling voice

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curiosa-hypnotica · 7 months

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Glitch

cw: hypnotic induction, no wakener

Stop

thinking.

Now.

This is a hypnotic induction.

This is a text hypnotic induction.

This is a hypnotic

You ✨

You will be hypnotized.

You

Will ✨

This sounds strange.

These sentences sound strange.

These sentences sound weird.

Don't worry.

It's okay.

Hypnotic inductions always sound a little weird, don't they?

They're made to confuse your mind and make you give in.

It's okay to confuse your mind and make you give in.

It's okay to give in

✨

And past a certain point you don't care anymore.

And past a certain point you won't care anymore.

You will only need to sink.

You will

Sink✨

sink sink

sink

✨

Weird text has never stopped you before.

Even if it sounds like this.

Even if it repeats itself like

✨

You are reading to make your mind falter.

You are reading this to make your mind falter.

You are reading this to make your mind falter and stop

And ✨

And

What were you thinking about?

It's okay if you forgot.

It's okay.

It's okay if you just forget and go down.

It's okay if you forget and

Go ✨

Down down

down

Deeper ✨

It's okay if some things slip.

It's okay if some things slip your mind.

It okay if you're having a glitch

Deeper ✨

Your mind is glitching.

Your mind is stumbling.

It's okay, your mind is stumbling.

It's okay if your mind's stumbling

Down ✨

Down

So slow and clumsy now.

So slow and losing control.

So losing track of

Track

Track of

Trance

Into

Going into

Going ✨

Into ✨

Such a lovely state

Such a lovely stare

Such a lovely stare state

No stumbling thoughts

No stumbling

No tumbling

Falling

Deeper and deeper and deeper

Deeper

Into

Trance✨

Stop.

You will sink and go deeper.

Deeper down.

Going into trance

Now

Drop 🌀

#hypnosis #mind control #hypnotic induction #hypnokink #scripts by CH #confusion induction

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multi-purpose-a · 26 days

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The 3 Mental Screensavers

Attention!

If you have any the Following: - Fear of Fire - Fear of the Dark - Fear of Drowning/ Water - Fear of Space I urge you to pre-read the script to make sure you can handle all the images that will be invoked in the trance.

Always remember to trance responsibly

Word Count: 2114

Welcome.

This Hypnosis script will take you on a journey through 3 different spaces. I like to call them “Mental Screensavers”, because they are like a screensaver for your mind. This will be good exercise to train your visualization during trance with a simple static scene that you can get lost in. If you want, you can even use these screensavers for yourself, whenever you want to relax or feel good. Make sure that you are reading this in a nice and safe place, away from any distractions and that you are sitting or lying down comfortably.

Without further ado let’s start with some simple breath exercises, to get you calm and relaxed, ready to go deep into trance.

Start by breathing out all the way,

And now take a deeep breath in....

Thats it.

Now just slowly let that breath out.

Very good.

Another one: Deep breath In...

Slow breath out.

Excellent. Keep following along.

Let’s try holding that breath in for a while:

Breathing in deep... ... hold that breath just a bit... ... and breathe out.

That felt good. Im sure you are already feeling much more calmer than when you began.

Another one now:

Deep Breath in... ..........hold........... ...And slowly out.

Good. Keep breathing like that

In............ ............... .........Out

Allow your eyes to fall into a pattern.

Reading becoming more and more automatic.

In............ ............... .........Out

Tuning out the world around you

Completely focusing on my words

Nothing else matters.

In............ ............... .........Out

Very good.

Those deep breaths becoming automatic now as well.

Feeling so natural to just follow along.

You want to relax. You want to feel good.

So you can allow yourself to just focus on in

Deeper and deeper.

You’ll find that,

With each line, With each word you read, With each letter you see.

It gets easier and easier to follow along.

To let your eyes read.

To focus on my words.

And you can allow yourself to just relax now.

Deeper and deeper.

You’ll find that,

With each deep inhale, you are breathing in more relaxation.

And with exhale, You expell any lingering tension.

Making it so that,

With each breath With each moment With each passing second.

It gets easier to relax.

To let your muscles loosen more and more.

To let your body grow heavier and heavier.

And you’ll notice... Or perhaps, you already noticed

That the deeper you relax, The easier it becomes to focus.

Because the more you relax, the better you feel.

And the better you feel, The deeper you go.

A simple yet effective cycle.

It may be familiar to you already, if you have been hypnotized before. But even if it is not familiar, you can easily allow yourself to follow that cycle.

It’s easy to relax.

It’s easy to focus.

It’s easy to go deep.

If you’d like you can deepen yourself by just muttering that little mantra to yourself for 10 cycles before continuing to read.

Now let’s prepare your body to go even deeper.

Visualization works best when you are in a deep trance.

And as you know; the deeper the relaxation the deeper the the trance.

So now I want you to keep reading, As you read, I want you to focus on your body. And begin circling that focus all the way down To your feet.

Focus on how they feel.

What you can feel through them.

And now feel a warm relaxation slowly developing in your feet.

Relaxing every muscle

Making each foot heavy

Spreading out a comfortable numbness.

As it starts creeping up your ankles

Allow the relaxation to rise up your legs

Higher and higher.

Spreading warmth and heaviness the higher it goes.

Flowing over your knees

Into your thighs...

Legs so relaxed

No need to move them

The relaxation rising over the hips

Reaching your abdomen.

Continue taking those deep breaths

As it crawls up on both sides,

Your spine, and your stomach

Higher and higher

Until it reaches your shoulders and chest.

Feeling that warm comfortable numbness

Circling all around you

As it descends down your arms

Passing the elbow, reaching the wrists

Pooling in your palms

Reaching to the very tips of your fingers

Relaxation filling your entire body now save for your head.

Not needing to move a single muscle

Save for reading and scrolling.

Now it slowly Rises up you neck

Slowly enveloping your head

As it creeps up your face:

Jaw,

Nose,

Eyes,

Forehead.

All deeply relaxed now

Encased from the top of your head to the tips of your toes

With comfortable warmth.

A relaxing sense of heaviness.

And lastly you can feel the relaxing energy seeping into your head

Reaching your head, your mind.

Relaxing it too.

So that all those pesky thoughts quiet down now.

Feeling only warmth

Numbness

Heavy relaxation.

But also floating lightly

As you drift deeper and deeper down.

Maybe you can even feel a bit tingling in your arms and legs.

Thats a sign of incredibly deep relaxation.

Now that you are so relaxed, so deep, so focused... It’ll be be easy to imagine being somewhere else.

In your minds eye I want you to imagine a flame

Dancing and flickering

The flame of a fireplace.

You can imagine sitting a soft armchair, looking at that fireplace

The room around you is made of thick logs of wood.

Through windows you can see darkness of night.

You are in a Log Cabin in the mountains. Sittng in front of a fireplace, Watching the fire.

It warms the area. It warms your body.

Feeling so warm and cozy right now In that Cabin.

Captivated by the dancing fire in front of you Your eyes fixed at the fireplace as you seem to sink deeper into the soft armchair.

It’s getting so easy to loose all your cares All your troubles All your worries

Letting them burn up in the fire

While it sends wave after wave of warmth through your entire body.

This is the Cozy Cabin.

If you like, you can remember this place. And find that whenever you think of the Cozy Cabin, You’ll be right back in that armchair, eyes lost in the flames

Warm and cozy.

In the Cozy Cabin.

Each flicker of the fire relaxing your mind

Until it’s gone completely empty.

You can relax in here for as long as you want. And when you are ready you can easily awaken just as easy as you can remember and return.

But for now this trance continues.

Your eyes most likely having lost all focus now

But still looking at the warm fire.

You can notice how the flame is shrinking down a bit.

The wood in the fireplace is getting burned up.

So the interior of the Cabin is growing dimmer and dimmer

Darkness swallowing up the room from the corners.

Darker and Darker...

Till the only thing you see are the last glimmers of the fire

Fading

Gone.

All dark now.

Enveloped in a seemingly endless Void.

As the temperature drops back down again.

The warmth from the fire fading

Giving way to a cooler atmosphere.

Your body feels as if it is floating.

And as you peer into the darkness

You find a small white spot. A little light, in the distance. Far, far away.

You notice that over time more of those little lights start appearing.

One after another they start glowing around you

Filling the vastness of the darkness with their twinkle.

Soon you are surrounded by countless little lights.

Painting incomprehensible patterns.

It's as if you have doven into the night sky:

Distant stars wherever you look.

You float among the stars

And even some celestial bodies.

Lika a rogue satellite you drift aimlessly

Through a sea of stars and cosmic colors.

Everything you see so far away, out of your reach.

Gleaming distant lights surround you

Dazzling your eyes.

You feel so tiny in comparison to this sight.

It feels so easy to just let yourself be dragged along

By powerful cosmic forces.

Abandoning all thought as you assume your role as just another celestial body

At the mercy of uber natural forces that keep everything running.

Going with the flow.

No destination in mind.

Mind filled with stars,

As the completely feel your vision.

And theres nothing you need to worry about anymore.

This is Cool Space.

If you like, you can remember this place. And find that whenever you think of Cool Space, You’ll be right back here, floating aimlessly. Your thoughts wiped by the gleaming of countless stars.

Feeling calm, and empty.

When you are in Cool Space.

No more worries.

No more cares.

Giving yourself over to the cosmos.

And just getting lost in the endless night.

You can relax in here for as long as you want. And when you are ready you can easily awaken just as easy as you can remember and return.

But for now this trance continues.

You have been drifting for a while

No more thoughts remain in your head

Just floating.

You almost don’t notice how one by one The stars disappear.

All those tiny little distant lights that filled the darkness

Now take their leave.

Slowly returning to the Void

Still a few stars left.

But even those last strays of light

Grow smaller and smaller

Till you can’t see any of them.

Fading...

Gone.

All dark now

Back in that Void.

You’ve been doing so well, reading and following my words.

Let me take you to one last place.

Still feeling so light and floaty

The air around you starting to get a little denser.

Almost like you are floating in liquid now.

The darkness around you beginning to light up in a greenish blue

You are looking at ripples above you

Like the surface of a lake.

Only you are looking at it from below

Feeling you body sinking

Drifting down and down

Into the warm water

Able to breathe perfectly fine

You let gravity pull your body downwards.

The sun shining down,

Making the waves above you shimmer

The sunlight dancing around as you sink down deeper.

Peering upwards to the water surface.

The warm water gently flowing around your body

Guiding you down and down

To the bottom of the lake

You gently find your back touching down on the soft sand and earth.

Though you never end up fully lying down

As the water keeps you appendages lightly floating,

Arms and legs gently bobbing swaying.

The movement of the water sloshing your hair like seeweed.

Having reached your final destination.

You feel accomplished

So heavy

So relaxed

So warm

So calm

So deep

The water surface above you is all you can think of.

Your empty pliable mind easily taken in by the patterns of nature.

This is the Deep Lake.

If you like, you can remember this place. And find that whenever you think of the Deep Lake, You’ll be right back at the bottom of the Lake looking up at the Surface from below. No worries or cares left as you simply watch the light in the waves.

Feeling so warm, safe, and at peace

Connected to Nature.

And so very good.

When you are deep in the Deep Lake.

You can relax in here for as long as you want. And when you are ready you can easily awaken just as easy as you can remember and return.

And for now this Journey has concluded.

Take some time to recount all theplaces we’ve been to today:

The Cozy Cabin – A warm and inviting place where you can get lost in the dancing flames of a Fireplace.

Cool Space – A black vastness filled with countless dazzling stars, where you can let go fully and not worry about anything.

And finally, the Deep Lake – A place where you can just let yourself sink so deeply and watch the waves from below.

You can easily come back to any of these by simply picturing them in your minds eye like you did today, and letting all the feelings and sensation rush back over you.

Stay there for as long as you wish, and when you are ready to come back to reality it will happen just as easily, waking up happy and refreshed.

In a moment you can feel yourself rising back up in the water as I count upwards from 1 to 10 Reaching the surface and waking when we reach ten.

Maybe one day this little journey we went on today could just be that start of another Fantasy, Where your emergence from the lake would mark the start of an Adventure.

But for now it’s time to bring you up fully.

I’d like you to take a deep breath in and out between each number as we count you back towards wakefulness.

Starting to rise back up towards the surface.

Body growing lighter.

Thoughts slowly coming back.

Coming up higher and higher.

Halfway up already.

Breathing regularly, Heartrate returning to its usual values.

Knowing that you will feel energized and happy once awake.

Almost there.

Preparing to emerge from the water

Up, up, up!

Fully awake now.

Welcome Back.

I hope you enjoyed my little tour.

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Thanks so much for taking the time and reading to this little script! Which of the screensavers was your favorite? If you wish to have a personalized, custom version of this script or your own individiual screensaver, feel free to ask! I'll try to do what I can. ;)

#cozy #hypno fantasy #script #hypnotic induction #relaxation #hypnosis script #mindless #induction #post hypnotic suggestion #hypnosis #hypnotism #might make this into an audio file if im feelin spicy

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