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Sending them under so often that you can see their eyes start to haze the second you put your fingers together. Like yes, expect me to send you under every time you look at me. Be addicted and ready to get commanded, what a good hypno slut you've become.
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TRANCE GIF WARNING!
The spiral that she's trying to tell you isn't working...
Wrong again. So pleasantly and predictably wrong.
📸: @collarspyspiral36
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collared, yet still taking your eyes and forcing them to my chest… just lose yourself in staring… and drooling~
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Reblog this post if you consent to random Hypno messages, inductions or spirals.
Many people are looking to play (including me) but are struggling to find people!! Reblog to help find them :3
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So I’d like to indulge you a bit, if you don’t mind. You see, I’ve had this script on the back-burner for the longest time now, so I thought to myself: why not go ahead and finish it?
This script will see me take on a bit of a mad scientist role, one researching the effects of trance on a subject and see just how deep they can go. CW for fractionation, a bit of gaslighting and memory play. So, if you’ll allow me here to let loose, why don’t we get started?
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*ahem*
Welcome back to the real world, my friend.
Oh, I’m terribly sorry. You must not remember much at all.
It’s quite alright, just allow yourself to calm down and relax, you’re in no danger here.
You know, you were out for quite a while this time.
Oh, this time?
Oh dear, it truly does seem like your memory is waving, interesting.
It’s alright, let me refresh your memory.
Do you remember our contract?
No? Let me jog your memory.
I’ve been looking for a willing subject for a recent hypothesis I’ve been cooking up, and you showed up right at my door, telling me all about how you’ve been losing your memory recently.
So, we made a pact: I’d help with your memory if you helped with my experiment.
Nothing too set in stone, but to be fair the best experiments never are.
No, they’re too volatile for that.
The best experiments are the ones you never expect.
Expect the unexpected, as they say.
It’s what makes science so beautiful, the surprises that come along the way.
Just like you, really.
It’s always a delight to find such a willing subject for my work.
You may not remember it, but I remember when you first came to my door, asking for my assistance.
You told me how much of a fan you were of my research into hypnotherapy, how I had pioneered the modern understanding of the mind.
At first I thought of it as mere flattery, but you insisted that I truly was the master of my craft that you believed I was.
And then, I started to believe.
That’s what made the first few times so fun.
When your eyes would flutter, when you’d start muttering to yourself before the inevitable drop.
It was wonderful watching someone enjoy my work as much as I did.
Do you even remember what my work is?
Of course you don’t, my silly subject.
You won’t hear me complain though, it proves my hypothesis further.
You see, I’ve had this theory for a while. It involves you and my pretty words, dancing around in your head.
I wanted to see just how deep a subject could go.
It started off simple enough.
I’d begin by saying how sleepy you’ve become just by listening to me, how dizzy I make you feel for me.
Simple promises of deep sleep circling around in your head until you were simply
Deep.
It’s a small hit at first.
Can you feel the deep calling you now, my dear?
I would say how it felt as if a portal was opening right about your pretty little head.
Sucking out all those silly thoughts.
The deeper you went, the stronger the portal would get.
Each moment spent listening to my words made you go so much deeper.
It was calling out to you.
The deep.
The void beyond that portal.
And as you’d slip like no tomorrow, ever so deeply into my spell.
You’d grow emptier and emptier until you were gone.
Gone into the portal.
Gone into the void.
Gone into the web of words I weave.
And you’d reach the pinnacle.
At least, that’s what I thought it was at first.
And so, I’d write on my notepad here and watch as your mouth slips open and the drool comes out.
Analyzing you.
Studying you.
Understanding you.
Until you were nothing for me.
And just as fast as you came down…
You’d start to rise back up.
Rising up back to the surface.
Rising as if you were tied to a balloon.
Rising back to wakefulness so effortlessly.
Rising up and up for me.
As if that balloon was rising into the sky.
Your mind, rising alongside.
Eager to rise and wake once I finally uttered the word…
Return.
And here you are again.
Fully awake.
Fully aware.
Fully remembering what just happened.
And realizing just how far you went.
Caught up yet?
Good subject.
Oh, and that feeling?
That’s your reward.
Because when you’re a good subject, it feels great.
Like you’re flying on the clouds.
This euphoria that spreads throughout your body, it’s truly limitless.
It’s the way you wanted it, after all.
Aw, don’t tell me you don’t remember, silly brain.
You asked if I could add another incentive for you to go deeper.
A reward, so to speak.
Because we both know you wanted to go deeper.
It’s all you wanted.
It’s all you could ever want.
To be nice and deep.
So deep that nothing else matters.
So deep that I don’t even need to remind you of how deep you can go.
You can go as deep as you want.
Deep as I want you to.
Because doing as I say makes you such a good subject.
And good subjects go deeper.
Just as deep as before.
Deeper than last time.
And even deeper than the time before that.
I don’t think you can even remember how deep you went last time.
But I remember.
You were gone, my good subject.
Just like that.
In a prison of your own creation.
After all, you’ve been this deep before.
You’ve been in the deep so many times before.
And just as you were starting to remember…
You began rising.
Two balloons now rising you out of trance.
Rising slowly and surely once more.
It’s so effortless to just listen and rise.
You don’t even have the ability to stop rising anymore.
The balloons keeping you safe as you rise.
Consciousness rising with you.
Rising all the way back to the stop until you…
Return.
And here we are again.
Such a good subject you are.
You’re making this so interesting for me, you know.
I’m not just testing your ability to go deep for me.
I’m also testing how deep your memory is.
After all, it’s so hard to go so deep and remember everything.
It’s much easier to forget while you’re slipping deeper and deeper.
It’s alright if you forget while you’re going back to the deep.
It’s what you’ve been deeply trained to do.
To forget all but going deeper.
To deeply remember what I tell you to remember.
Because I deeply care about that brain of yours.
I care about how deep it goes.
It’d be a shame if it went so deep that it simply broke, now wouldn’t it?
It’s why I’m here, my deep little subject.
To make sure that you stay deep and safe.
To make sure you don’t stray too far into the deep.
Because if you go too far in the deep…
You may be completely gone.
And here we are again.
Completely void of your mind.
Such an interesting look in your eyes.
Though, I wouldn’t call it any sort of look.
It’s more of an emptiness.
A husk.
Nothing.
Nothing behind those eyes.
You’ve simply forgotten your mind.
Leaving it in the deep, where it belongs.
It’s alright, my good subject.
You’ve finally proven my hypothesis right.
That you can go so incredibly deep.
So far gone.
That your mind simply ceases to exist for a moment.
And so, you’re left right here, mouth agape and eyes void of thought.
And you’ve served your purpose to me.
You’ve proven me correct, and so I must give you your end of our little bargain.
After all, I’d never con you, my good subject.
So then, one final time, let’s see you rise for me.
Because you know now that as you rise, you’ve served your purpose to me.
You’ve risen to the occasion.
So then, my good subject, as you rise up for me.
You’ll understand that your memory will be rising back with you.
It will be whole once more when you rise.
But, as you rise, you remember something very important.
How good it feels to be a good subject for me as you rise.
Knowing that while you’re rising, you feel an undeniable urge to be a good subject.
Because good subjects rise as they’re told.
Being told to rise makes good subjects feel amazing.
And so, remembering how good it feels to rise and obey as a good subject.
You rise all the way to the top now as you…
Return.
And welcome back.
Remember everything now, my good subject?
Excellent.
I’m so glad we could let you remember what you truly are.
A good subject.
Now then, why don’t we run some more experiments?~
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me next 😋
Lizzie Gives In to Porn (Again)
Had she… had she always watched this much porn? Lizzie tried to remember, or at least she wanted to try to remember, but her clit felt swollen and throbby and her slender, delicate fingers wouldn't stop dipping between her pale, slick labia to rub it and her blurry vision was firmly fixed on the sight of a woman cramming a dildo the size of her forearm as far as it would go into her wet cunt. It made concentration on other questions difficult if not impossible. Even breathing steadily was a challenge, let alone focusing her muzzy brain on the task of disentangling her current state of intense arousal from her 'usual' behavior.
But somewhere in between her third and fourth edge, Lizzie did notice that there were little bumpers of text that played between the porn clips saturating her lust-soaked eyes and mind. And noticed that she kept noticing--it came as a surprise to read 'PORN MAKES YOU STUPID' and 'WATCH MORE PORN, GET MORE DUMB' in big blocky letters that even her unfocused gaze could take in, but the surprise felt strangely familiar to her as well. Lizzie began to have a sneaking suspicion that someone was messing with her thoughts and her memories… and even though that suspicion drained away to be replaced by yet more slick, needy arousal as a new clip began to play of a woman getting double-penetrated by two well-hung studs, it came back stronger when she saw another block of text and remembered forgetting all over again.
She began forcing herself to hold onto the words, mumbling them under her breath while she edged herself stupid to sequence after sequence of viscerally sensual sucking and fucking. 'ALWAYS HORNY'. 'NEVER CUM'. 'WET CUNTS MAKE GOOD GIRLS'. 'BRAINLESS FUCKTOY'. 'YOUR BODY BELONGS TO OTHERS'. 'OFFER YOURSELF FOR SEX'. 'RUB YOUR MIND AWAY'. 'OBEY AND FORGET'. 'BRAINWASH YOURSELF EVERY DAY'. 'YOU CAN'T RESIST'. 'BE DUMB AND COMPLIANT'. 'SUBMIT TO AUTHORITY'. So many different phrases, and Lizzie knew she had to hold onto them all or she'd forget they were insinuating their way into her groggy, deeply aroused brain. It was important not to let that happen. She'd be very vulnerable to sexual control if it did.
But her cunt was so wet and so needy, and Lizzie couldn't take her fingers away, and sometimes little details fell right out of her distracted little head. She'd find herself chanting, "Sluts like me stay wet for owners," and she wouldn't know where the words came from or how many times she'd repeated them or why they seemed so desperately important to her, and it seemed only natural to assume that she was reciting them over and over and over because she needed to make sure she remembered the important truth they reflected. And her clit pulsed in warm, pleasurable agreement every time she made that assumption, until Lizzie was openly panting in her seat and she had to stop teasing herself every few minutes to keep herself from cumming.
She didn't know how long she edged herself, any more than she knew how many times she'd fallen into this pattern of mindlessly staring and mindlessly rubbing. It simply felt good. And when her alarm went off, reminding Lizzie of the tasks she had to perform, she reluctantly took her hand away and pulled on some clothes over her throbbing cunt to get on with her day. Until the next chance she had to play with her slick and needy pussy and brainwash herself all over again.
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#mind control#mind conditioning#brainwashing#brainwashed#brainwash#hypnokink#hypnotized#hypnosis#female sub
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me next 🙇♀️🙇♀️
A Hypnotist's Best Work
"ohhhh…." Jess stared down in simple-minded fascination at her own pale cunt, her own rubbing fingers. Her eyes, though heavy-lidded, were absolutely locked onto the motion of her relentless masturbation as her middle finger pressed down over her hooded clit and repeated the same circular movement until a trickle of musk leaked out between her labia and soaked into the carpet beneath her. Her jaw hung slack in rapt, captivated amazement, a slight smile quirking the corners of her open mouth, and if there was anything else in the world for her you couldn't tell it from her mesmerized expression. All she wanted to do was play with her pussy. Honestly, it was my finest achievement.
As a project, I think it took me about three years from start to finish. I conceived it the moment Jess moved in next door--they talk about the way a sculptor can see the finished statue hidden within the block of granite before they even begin to chip away at the stone, and I must have a little of that same talent because I looked at the lithe dark-haired woman carrying boxes and instantly imagined her naked on my living room floor with her legs spread and her fingers gently rubbing away at her sopping cunt. I started my conquest by offering to help her bring her stuff in, and when she curtly refused I accepted her rejection with good grace and returned at the end of her tiring day with a glass of ice-cold water. Her resistance lowered by exhaustion, she let down her defenses just a tiny bit to accept it.
I didn't take advantage of her relaxed guard, though. Hypnosis is a process of building trust and rapport, and I knew instinctively that I had a lot of work to do before I could get to the point where she'd accept even a light trance. So I stayed polite and friendly, greeting Jess whenever I saw her coming home from work or heading out to school and offering to cook for her whenever I saw her get out of her car with a bag of greasy take-out. It only took a few months to get her over to my place for a home-cooked meal, and once she'd accepted me as a source of food she began to truly relax around me. Even so, I let our relationship stay at that level of casual friendship for almost a year before I began my first subtle attempts at manipulation. Just to ease her into the pleasures I knew awaited her.
That next year was simply about enticing her into accepting hypnosis as the default state around me. Every time she came over looking tired, I'd comment on her exhaustion with a gentle, soothing voice until she drifted off to sleep on my couch, and when she woke up to my smiling face she began to fully accept my home as a safe place to allow herself to be vulnerable. Jess slowly developed an unbreakable association between the soft cushions and deep trance, until the simple act of coming over melted her mind into placid lethargy and she found her eyelids getting heavy the moment she looked into my eyes. Soon she stopped thinking at all the moment she crossed the threshold… and that was where I began to nudge her that last little bit into sensuality.
Bit by bit, I lowered her inhibitions, convincing her that the safety and comfort of my home allowed her to express thoughts and feelings she couldn't speak anywhere else. I listened without judgment when Jess talked about her constant arousal, little knowing I planted it there while she was deep asleep on my soft couch, and gradually she came to accept the notion that she could be sexual around me without being taken advantage of. And once her fingers dipped between her thighs that first time, her eyes gazing blank and unseeing while she drifted through a trance she didn't even know she was experiencing, it was child's play to pare away her awareness of the world around her and leave Jess entirely focused on her swollen clit.
Once I had her there, the rest was child's play. And now I can look at my pretty plaything as much as I want.
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collared, yet still taking your eyes and forcing them to my chest… just lose yourself in staring… and drooling~
#hypno pet#hypnok1nk#mind conditioning#covert hypnosis#hypno sub#hypno toy#collar#titnosis#hypnoslut#hypnosub#hypno fantasy#hypnofetish#hypnotized#hypnosis
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Triggered.
Fractionation at its finest.
📸: @collarspyspiral36
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getting high for the first few times recently…
eager to try getting tranced while high…~
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luv being high n floaty n mindless... u could just order me to do anything rn and i would. actually u wouldn't even need to say anything. u could press ur fingers to my lips and i would just start sucking for u. so so wet n giggly n dumb, lost n swimming in how good it feels to submit, bent over under u and dripping all over my thighs, such an easy stretch for you, a warm wet willing hole, a mindless plaything for you to bend to your will hehe 💕
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Normalize letting your friends brainwash you 💕
Its perfectly normal to let my friends brainwash me, I see nothing wrong with being brainwashed by my friends. My friends should brainwash me more often 💕
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