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purplehypnospiral · 11 months
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Sometimes I just want someone to sneakily hypnotize me in a conversation until I'm too horny and mindless to disagree with whatever they're saying. Is that too much to ask?
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hypnoslipperyspiral · 2 months
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Tie my up on a vibrator chair, putting a VR headset programmed to show only spirals, a mask over top constantly pumping me with 🍃 to keep me weak and unable to resist
Ugh please
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mindless-ben · 1 year
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ohhh fuckk im so weak tp rhis spirall.... cant help but staree deeper deeper deeperr.... everything looks wavy and pulls me riggt back to the circle when i look away.... took ten minutes ti wrute this because i coudlnt stop drop drop droppp dropping to it fuck please use it against me please the best spiral
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ownedthoughts · 1 year
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Hypnotic collars <3
I have such a pretty neck, it deserves to have a mind controlling collar wrapped around it.
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ghouljams · 5 months
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@maelstrom007 you're right Love getting tapped is so good, we love a little light(moderate to severe) hypnosis. Have fun, stay safe, I haven't written for these two in a while.
Simon catches you in a bar. You're late getting home. Which is pretty much exactly what you planned on being. Just on the right side of drunk and having the best time. Even better seeing his skull mask stalking towards you. All the shadows on your body buzz excitedly, Simon's mark squirms under your skin eager for what it knows is coming next. Your favorite preventative measure for a hangover, and your favorite weapon in your monster's arsenal. You hold your arms out to catch him when he reaches you, amd are scooped up nice and tight against his chest with a grumble.
"Lover," you drawl, pulling the r too long, "you always know just when to find me, I was getting so bored." Ghost blinks slow at you, like a cat.
"You're fuckin' hammered," he tells you, and you wiggle in his arms.
"Just a few bottles deep, I had to keep up with the others," you tell him, he shakes his head.
"You've flipped French love, can't understand a word," he growls. The crowd parts for him, strangers stepping out of the way as he carries you towards the door. That makes sense you suppose, you have had a lot to drink and this tends to happen. You shouldn't be expected to speak English all the time, you are full of talents and other words and you are damn well doing to say them.
You prattle to him in French as the crowd moves and flows around the two of you. You pluck at Simon's tethers, picking out the ones that give you the brightest burst of sensation and toying with them. His growling grows louder, the rumble of it starting to alert the rest of the crowd that there's a predator in their midst.
He sets you down against the bar, holding you firmly between his hands. He stares you down like he's trying to glare a new hole in you. After a moment he reaches for your face and you can't stop yourself from lighting up. He grabs your chin instead, his eyes crinkle at the edges.
"You're tryin' to get tapped," he accurately guesses. You pout, and he presses his thumb against your lips. The bass of the bar's music thumps in time with your heart, hammers in your ears. He chuckles, low and dark, it's the loudest sound in the room. "And ya didn't wanna ask for it, little brat." He pushes his thumb into your mouth, presses it down against your tongue. "Spendin' too much time with Soap."
He lets you attempt to explain yourself, holding your mouth open each time you attempt to speak. Ghost leans close, and you wonder if he might kiss you, he even pushes his mask up. The best you get is his tongue pushing in next to his finger, dipping into your mouth briefly before he spits on your tongue. You shudder. If there weren't so many people in this bar...
"Alright, let's get you home," Ghost relents pulling his thumb free and smearing your drool across your cheek. You sigh, fishing around in your purse for your phone, figuring you'll call an Uber. His fingers press against your forehead the second your guard drops.
The world pitches forward, all the colors of the room bleeding together as Ghost catches you and hauls you up over his shoulder. Your limbs feel like they're made of TV static, like every inch of you has fallen asleep at the wrong angle. Pins and needles in the most pleasant way. It's like you're floating. Your mind can't focus on anything, too busy floating with the rest of your body to notice the way Ghost stalks towards the exit, the way his shadows smoke and slither over your skin. You simply hang over his shoulder and enjoy the ride.
You think your vision might have gone black. Oh, no, no you closed your eyes. Nope it's black. Oh no, false alarm you're staring at Simon's sweatshirt. You twist your fingers into the fabric, you think you do anyway, and hold onto him. Ghost echoes in your mind, that low chuckle, the rumble of his growl, you wish he'd had time to dirty talk you more. Brat or no you got what you wanted. The best high money can't buy, all yours for the low price of your whole life.
Pretty sweet deal when Simon drops you on the bed as soon as you're home. Strips you and crawls over you, arranges you exactly how he likes, and hikes your legs up over his shoulders. All his, you think, utterly and completely his. That's why you went out tonight, because you knew he'd find you and take you home to keep you. It's a wonderful game you play, one that has a winner every time. But when Ghost pulls his cock free of his pants, already achingly hard and drooling for you, you're not sure who the winner is. Maybe both of you. It certainly feels like both of you when he pushes into your cunt, already nicely molded to his shape, and you both groan.
"Yes," you whine, trapped with sluggish limbs and a fuzzy brain as he pushes in and out of your dripping cunt. His hips snapping against yours, his teeth teasing the length of your neck when he leans over you.
"Mine," he tells you, reminds you with the points of his teeth and the drag of his thick cock against your walls. Each thrust seems to drag you further into the magic he worked on you, pulls you further under water, under his spell. He never needs to tap you more than once to have you exactly where he wants you.
"Yours," you agree, feeling his teeth press against your skin. Never enough to break skin, just enough to keep you on edge, just enough to frighten you. So what if you're both winners, winning feels fucking great.
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femboyfertility · 1 year
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Please, I just need to have my brain turned to mush for a while... I need to have someone control my thoughts and drag me through the deepest pits of whatever horny fantasies the Tist has for me... I want to be a good hypno toy...
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subsyd78 · 5 months
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Dropping
Okay, so my last post was apparently adult 😂 Here's another that just drops me into a state of obedience to any master.
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milkubunnyy · 1 year
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Happy Valentine's Day from a brainwashed and empty bimbo ✨💕
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fulfillpurpose · 1 year
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I want to take your words from you. But not all at once.
Just look you in the eyes in the morning, lull you into a trance, and then say fifty words you'll never understand again. Randomly-chosen. You won't remember which they were. But every time you hear them, or try to think of them, the meaning will slip away - you'll just feel a little shock of hazy bliss, and lose yourself to need for a moment.
The first time, it'll be a tiny little sacrifice, one that would probably never even matter. You might know 30,000 words - what's fifty of them? But every day, it'll grow, until it stops being a fun little surprise and starts being an incapacitation.
It'll take a year or two for me to take away every single one. But maybe you'll get lucky.
Maybe two months in, you'll lose "the", and never be a human being again.
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lesbian-stim-toy · 3 months
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Need a man to hypnotize me and fuck with my mind so he can just snap and turn me into his perfect cock obsessed little straight girl whenever he wants
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mindless-ben · 1 year
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being high and edging my mind away makes me feel so good!! rubbing, drooling, eyes rolling back, good boy
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ownedthoughts · 8 months
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Everything I read with hypnotic language, any media depicting an induction, it all makes me so fluttery eyed and vacant, I have to shake the fuzz away physically to refocus. I'm so conditioned to feel entranced and I love it
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slowlymyavenue · 16 days
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Follow and obey again
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Repetition is one of the more interesting tools for instruction. It also lends itself rather well to conditioning and brainwashing, as it turns out.
It took me quite some time to break away from my aversion to it. A fair amount of the time, repetitive language is indicative of a lack of imagination. A fair amount of the time, but not all of the time.
Hypnosis and conditioning rely on it, after all, so I've learned that certain concepts merit extra...emphasis, let's say.
On that note, we're going to revisit the concepts from one of my earliest scripts.
Before we begin, take a moment to focus. The text should be in the middle of your screen, and you should be sitting attentively, but comfortably.
Allow your natural reading pace to slow down. You may even let yourself read over each sentence again before moving on to the next. There are plenty of things that require haste; this is not one.
Let yourself savor the sensation of your eyes traveling across my words, and enjoy the way my words sound inside your head as you read them.
If this is not the first time you are reading, now would be a good moment to ensure you are no more clothed than absolutely necessary. It will be difficult to break away before much longer.
Repetition calls back to one of the most basic methods of inducing trance: back and forth motion. It's a classic - often a cliché - but undeniably effective.
The movement of a pendulum, of a metronome, of a pocketwatch...all accomplish the same basic function; they cause your eyes to travel back and forth
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Focus here, now. Concentrate on this point. Reading slowly can make that exercise somewhat disorienting, and you have lost track of how long you've been reading back and forth. The shift to a more normal text structure will cause you to automatically fixate on my words. You'll find it is already difficult to look away, as though your eyes are tired, even though the movement required to read is the same as it always has been.
Allowing your gaze to travel back and forth so freely has helped to clear your mind. It is much easier to let my words echo inside your head, to read over them again and again. As always, this makes you feel calm and relaxed, and creates a building sense of pleasure along with a desire to be given instructions to follow.
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Focus here. You are going to read the above section again, more slowly this time. You'll find it feels natural to repeat the words to yourself; this chant will guide you into a very blank, very empty, state.
When you've completed the section above for the second time, you are likely to discover the chant continues for the rest of the post. That's okay. It simply means the conditioning is settling into your mind.
You've been very good, so far, about following my instructions. It is time for a reward of sorts. When your eyes next begin to travel across the broader spaces of text, your hands will be inexorably drawn to your breasts. You'll stroke your nipples - mimicking the back-and-forth movement of your eyes. As you read on, the compulsion to stroke will grow stronger.
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Allow your eyes to be drawn here. I'm sure they are beginning to feel quite heavy and tired. Each time you stroke your nipples and speak the phrase, "follow and obey," you feel yourself being drawn deeper into a mindless haze; your eyes are starting to glaze over as you let them travel back and forth...unable to look away. The helplessness arouses you further, and your nipples have become stiff and sensitive.
Soon you'll be closing your heavy, glazed, eyes. You'll chant softly to yourself, succumbing to the power of my words. When you wake, it will be that much easier to focus on my words - in this post, or any other. The attraction you already feel towards my words will become amplified. This is the conditioning - the repetition - taking hold...brainwashing you.
As you read the final section, you will become more and more helplessly aroused. Your hands will not move away from your breasts, and you will continue stroking your nipples back and forth until you've read the following section three times. When that happens, you'll finally be able to close your eyes - or leave them open, staring blankly. You will stroke your wet and sensitive pussy until you bring yourself to orgasm. After you orgasm, you'll drift back to wakefulness feeling calm, comfortable, and relaxed. Now...focus, and enjoy.
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free-use-puppy · 2 years
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a dom that hypnotizes you so you can't cum without their permission, and tells you they'll give you permission after you count out 15 edges - the thing is, they've also hypnotized you so you get dumber with every edge...
after 10 edges, it's getting so hard to think... but you have to keep counting...
at 13 edges... is it 13? you might've lost track - umm... what comes after 13? you can't remember... how many edges do you have left? it's 3, right?
you're at... um... the number right after 13! so that means you have to do... the number after 3... umm, 4 more edges, that's right, and then you can cum...
one more edge, that's - a lot of edges, right? maybe even the biggest number you can think of! what's the biggest number? um ... 9! that means you have to keep edging, right ?
(you never count up to 15 edges that night, certainly not before you forget what a number even is, reduced to a babbling little idiot for your dom to enjoy.)
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