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The intimacy of getting to know someone’s kinks and slowly but surely slipping them into conversation~

Slipping them that extra little “good job” after basic tasks and watching their cheeks get hot and their eyes dart around the room.

Asking them to grab a drink and watching the jolt in their step when they register the word “fetch” a second too late.

The back and forth debates and silly arguments ending in cutting them off with a simple “you’re so cute when you get excited”

The tease behind all those knowing glances and trace of the hand touches becoming just too overwhelming until my poor pup is stuttering through conversation and grinding its thighs together begging to be touched😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Kurt Holds Back (But Not Forever)

Kurt couldn't let himself cum. That was the only thought remaining in his head, a desperate warning to his lust-fogged brain from a past version of himself that retained some dim and distant awareness of the sheer seductive power Beverly was bringing to bear on him. That Kurt, the one who could still sluggishly process what she was doing to him as she teased his cock to full erection and gave it teasing licks and kisses, understood that he was falling into her hypnotic spell and if he allowed himself to give in and empty his balls into her mouth then his sated mind would be too weak to resist her any longer. If Kurt came, he'd sink so deep he'd be putty in her hands and he'd never truly be himself again.

The Kurt he was now, helpless to pull Beverly's lips off the head of his throbbing prick even with his fingers tangled in her long dark hair to prevent her from fully engulfing his shaft until her chin was right up against his balls… he didn't have the cognitive capacity to think about reasons anymore. He didn't remember Beverly's purring voice in his ears, promising him so much pleasure if only he relaxed and obeyed, and he didn't remember the sense of dissociated lassitude that crept over his body and made it impossible to rise from the oversized chair that was just big enough for two people to get cozy together on. He only knew that he couldn't let himself cum, that he needed to hold back the churning arousal at the base of his cock as long as he possibly could.

But of course that confusion was a weakness, one Beverly artfully and wordlessly exploited. The longer she teased Kurt's cock with her lips and tongue, the harder it became for him to think. The harder it got for him to think, the deeper his befuddled brain focused less on resisting her and more on containing his arousal. And the more he tried to contain his arousal, the more it became the only thing he could even pay attention to anymore. His entire mind, such as it was, centered on the very tip of his cock as the pleasure gathered within it too intensely to resist. And naturally his subconscious had already uncritically accepted the notion that an orgasm meant slipping away ten thousand times further into blank, oblivious trance.

The end result was inevitable. By the time his resolve finally faltered and failed, Kurt had fully brainwashed himself into believing his orgasm would seal his surrender to the beautiful hypnotist who'd so skillfully seduced him. The relentless stimulation took just long enough to sap his willpower and drain his volition and make it impossible to think of himself as anything other than a passive vessel for Beverly's control. And of course there was no way he was going to get away from Beverly without shooting his hot sticky cum into her mouth, not when she was more than willing to suck him off for as long as it took to utterly defeat his feeble resistance. He'd set himself up for defeat without even realizing it, and the surest sign was that even though he held her by the hair he couldn't bring himself to pull her lips away from his cock.

Kurt didn't know how long he held out. He didn't realize that the longer he fought her, the more his arousal intensified and the harder it became to resist the pleasure building inside him. The ever steepening gradient of his lust made submission a foregone conclusion, though, and eventually he released his load with a final strangled grunt of ecstasy that tensed every single muscle he possessed… and when he finally released that tension, he went completely limp in body and mind and Beverly knew his true brainwashing could begin.

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So let’s discuss pocket watches and why they’re so hypnotic.

So with hypnosis, you really like to have a focus object be something easy to watch and to understand, something that can grab your attention yet not cause any alarm.

From what I’ve seen from history, pocket watches were perfect for this since lots of people had them at the time and they made for simple and effective items to focus on.

Mainly though, it’s that motion of them swinging back and forth that gets your eyes swinging alongside it that really envelops you into a trance.

Focus is really important in trance, and having a moving focus object can create this feeling of momentum, like being rocked to sleep, that your brain simply can’t keep up with.

That perpetual and consistent motion coupled with the simple yet mundane look of the watch makes it a perfect focus object, one that is so easy to imagine, you may have even been thinking about it during our conversation.

Of course, that’s completely alright. It’s natural to ponder about something like that, how such a simple item seems to take away every bit of brainpower you may have.

The imagination’s an incredibly powerful tool after all.

You’re fully able to dream and fantasize about whatever you may wish at any point.

And yet, as we speak, you may be wishing for that pocket watch to swing in front of your yearning eyes, gently rocking you to sleep.

You may be wishing for words to slip right past your mind as that watch swings back and forth, distracting your conscious mind so that your subconscious is able to fully blossom into deep relaxation.

You may even be wishing for the watch to become your world, the gentle sway taking your silly brain away.

Of course it’s all your imagination, yet it all can feel so real so very quickly.

However, what feels best is when you’re truly lost in the watch’s machinations.

Inside of the watch are so many tiny little pieces, all of which ticking along to the time as a perfect little machine should.

The complexities inside may be too hard for your mind to keep up with, and that’s quite alright.

It’s much easier to instead follow along to the wave of the watch, back and forth as it always has and will go.

The inner workings however tell so much about where you’re headed, a labyrinth within where you can lose so much of your time deep within exploring and understanding.

It sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

It’s just like a beautiful trance, deeper and deeper you go within a void, allowing yourself to flow freely through the complexities of your mind as it slumbers peacefully.

Much like the watch too, your brain is built of so very many pieces, so many words and thoughts that build you into that perfect person.

However, as each piece is taken from your mind, so too is a piece of the pocket watch’s inner workings.

Each is less necessary than the last, yet still build into a gorgeous piece of engineering, such as your mind.

Of course you don’t need every part of your brain, it’s much simpler when there’s less to process and worry about.

Just like the insides of the watch, each piece is necessary to keep time, yet when taken out are still as beautiful as when they’re together.

Only now of course, much easier and simpler to understand and accept.

As your mind rocks back and forth to the rhythm of the timekeeper, the ticks and tocks of the passing moments click away, reminding your slumbering mind of the unimportance of what time it may be.

You don’t need to worry, for right now there is no time and all the time in the world.

You’re completely safe to watch the watch and tick and tick your mind away.

It’s what makes the watch so perfect for trance.

It’s pretty to look at of course.

It’s nice to listen to.

It’s simple to understand.

But it’s the inner complexities that make it truly shine.

Such as your mind, my loyal thrall.

The brain’s infinite depths shine through the brightest when it’s the simplest.

When it’s easiest to see right through it and understand what makes you tick.

And yet, when it’s broken down and split into its smallest parts, it’s just as beautiful as when put together.

Only now of course, it’s lighter.

Floatier.

Easier to swing between my fingers.

So simple and effective.

That’s what makes a watch so beautiful to me as a focus object.

The simplicity on the surface, yet when opened is as complex as the mind.

Every good focus object should have depth.

A spiral’s infinite spin.

A illusion’s everlasting confusion.

An eye’s never ending expanse.

It’s what makes trance everlasting.

Knowing that when you want to escape, you are always free to.

Yet when you want to be truly gone?

There’s no end to how deep you can go.

And so, as the watch swings infinitely in your mind, i want you to appreciate the complex beauty of it.

Understand what makes it beautiful.

And allow your mind to become as simple as an empty pocket watch.

Until next time~

#induction

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Oh no I sure hope you don't get addicted to sniffing your own sweat and musk and getting off to it that would be teeeerrible being turned on by something so depraved surely only some sort of hypnotically convincing monologue could get you to do something as embarrassing as that

#musk

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Hypnotic amnesia, a very much sought after thing, is quite feasible! I've noticed that it happens somewhat naturally for some people, but if it's not occurring for you and you want it to happen, consider that it usually isn't actual amnesia. It's more like your brain ignores the memories rather than abandoning them outright. You might get a nagging feeling that something is off or logically notice missing information, but remember that it's an active thing to forget, not just on the part of the hypnotist but the subject as well. Consider "committing to the bit," and finding that you want so badly to forget that you actively don't think about the memory and replace it with confusion as to where it went.

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Everything that makes you exceptional can be exploited.

Those extra arms backfired, huh? 

#bondage

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#bondage

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The Details Show Who's in Charge

Anyone coming on them in the autumn woods would have thought--if they weren't shocked by the presence of two men having sex out in the wilderness, and were given to contemplating the dynamic at play in this somewhat unusual situation--that Tim was the bottom. He was a short and slender man, with delicate pink skin and reddish-brown hair… what virtually any gay man would immediately identify as a twink… and he had his legs hooked over Mike's muscular shoulders while the taller, stronger, intensely masculine man literally lifted Tim's entire body, again and again, to push Tim's ass up and down onto Mike's stiff cock. There was a fucker and a fuckee here, and for a lot of people that would be the end of it.

But if they were to watch for a few moments--either unobserved, or because Tim allowed them to see the lewd and uninhibited display of homoerotic lust--they'd begin to notice that Mike's rhythmic lifting and lowering of Tim's buttocks had a strangely mechanical pace to it, never speeding up or slowing down even when the bigger man's breath came in panting, gasping whimpers of desperate arousal. At some point, even a man with complete mastery of his own urges would have give in to the throb between his legs and started fucking faster, eager to reach climax and spill his seed, but Mike moved like he was running on clockwork. He was an automaton with a single purpose, and that purpose was plundering Tim's ass with his cock.

And then there was his facial expression. While Tim had a Billy Idol sneer on his face, arrogant and proud and lustful all at the same time, Mike stared back into his hazel eyes without even a trace of emotion. His jaw was slack, his brow smooth and unfurrowed despite the mewls of helpless arousal that escaped his throat, and he blinked perhaps once every couple of minutes as he gazed blankly at Tim without ever once breaking eye contact. He looked like there was nobody home inside his head, and if a hypothetical observer at first thought he was simply a dumb jock or a man so caught up in the throes of desire he simply wasn't thinking anymore then a few minutes of watching would make them think it was perhaps more than that. Even someone who'd never seen it happen would know--Mike was hypnotized.

That information would recontextualize everything, at least for whatever imagined person stumbled upon the two men fucking in the woods. Tim might have been the one being penetrated, but it was only because he chose to. He'd mesmerized Mike into nothing more than a dildo for him to fuck, a mindlessly obedient sex toy whose only purpose was Tim's sexual gratification, and Tim was enjoying the anal stimulation enough to keep Mike's throbbing erection trapped right on the edge of orgasm so he could keep pounding Tim's ass just a little bit longer. Whether Mike had asked to be hypnotized as part of some fetish between the two, or whether Tim's will was stronger and he lulled Mike into a state of mindless, desperate lust without the big man ever even knowing how deeply he fell was a question that could only be answered when they stopped.

And depending on who the observer was… if they were a man whose body Tim appreciated, and a mind sufficiently distracted by the lusty display they'd just witnessed… Tim might answer it a bit more clearly and emphatically than any voyeur might expect.

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How do you make friends with hypnotists I always feel shy about talking to one ;×;

hypnotists are not some mystical, scary beings. they're just like a regular person. just make friends within the space and things will fall into place. otherwise, you can check out places specifically made for seeking people out, like hypno discords and other places

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That's it, bro. Just focus on the pretty words as your head gets so so fuzzy. Such a good bro. No more thoughts. Just empty-headed bliss.

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#hello ma'am

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Forcing you under again and again. Your brain melting under the pressure as your thoughts leak out of your head. Your body going limp as you can’t hold yourself up any longer. Falling deeper and deeper into the blissful state of submission. Until there’s nothing left but obedience.

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knowing you mutually masturbate to the thought of each other is so fucking hot