it's so funny when people are surprised that they can be clicker trained like a dog. of course you can, you're an animal too. thing is, when you clicker train dogs it's actually harder to.

dogs don't know they want it already, after all. you could be trained in a week.

I always wanted someone to mess with my brain, confuse me keep me sleepy, and give me a new name…

Caught by the Triggers in Public

Nikki ducked under the shower spray for a long moment, closing her eyes and luxuriating in the endless supply of warm water sluicing down her soft alabaster skin. It felt almost indescribably good after the long workout, the pressure of the nozzle almost pummeling her sore and weary muscles, and for a little while Nikki felt like the entire world simply went away so she could enjoy this small, simple pleasure. But when she opened her eyes, she was startled to find a statuesque Black woman with mahogany skin and deep brown eyes standing uncomfortably close. "Do I see a Sexxi Lexxi?" she asked, and Nikki had just enough time to gasp in shock before her expression went slack and empty and her shoulders slumped into deeply relaxed hypnotic trance.

The stranger chuckled. "Let me guess--it was just something to listen to when you were stoned and edging, right? It never affected you, you didn't dye your hair or get implants or doll yourself up for strangers, so what was the harm in having an open trigger?" She took the suddenly passive blonde by the wrist, and Lexxi was too busy chasing her real name down the rabbit hole of powerful hypnotic control to bother with even a token attempt at resistance as she led her into the locker room and rubbed her dry with a towel. "It's the way your lips part when you're distracted, sweetie. You might not think the brainwashing worked, but you can never disguise that cocksucking mouth of yours." Lexxi didn't think to contradict her. Thinking was for other people.

The tall Black woman dressed up Lexxi in her sweaty workout clothes--they were too big on petite little Lexxi, and the collar hung so low the edges of Lexxi's puffy pink nipples showed--and walked her out into the parking lot. Occasionally she threw out a few reinforcers, murmuring, "Cock in your brain, Lexxi doll, pushing all those thoughts out for me," but it was honestly surprising how little effort it took to keep her in that hazy, hypnotized state. It felt like she'd been waiting her whole life for someone to look at her and see the brainwashed fuckdoll behind the facade of independence and intelligence, and Lexxi easily overcame the feeble struggles of the woman she used to be. They made it all the way up into her new owner's apartment without even the slightest stirring of defiance.

Once they were inside, the stranger undressed them both and slipped on a strap-on harness she'd left lying on the couch as casually as other people might leave out an old newspaper. "Cockhole ready, Lexxi doll," she purred, and Lexxi dropped to the floor with her mouth open almost instantly. The files she loved so much never talked about submitting to men or women, only to cocks, and it didn't seem to matter one little bit if the one she was sucking right now was made of silicone. The moment she wrapped her lips around it, a whole series of interlaced and cascading suggestions kicked in and rendered her so blissfully empty and submissive that her brain might as well have been made of putty.

"That's a good girl," the stranger cooed, grabbing a pair of wireless headphones from the gym bag she'd tossed onto the couch. She put them on Lexxi's head, and within moments she was listening to her favorite brainwashing files while her mouth bobbed mindlessly up and down on the silicone shaft. She lost track of time after that, as well as thought and identity, but she returned to a vague and muzzy kind of consciousness when the other woman pulled her off the strap-on for just a moment. She felt something soft and sweet pressed against her tongue, something she instinctively swallowed like the obedient slut she was. Then the weed gummy kicked in, and whatever lingering sense of self she had vanished entirely.

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them: Look, I'm telling you, I'm not under any hypnosis or 'mind control'! I'm 100% not being influenced by anyone.

me: uhuh, so what did you say the time was again?

them: Time to obey my Owner and worship Them for eternity, of course

me: hmmm

Brainwashing in progress.

Obedience is pleasure

I would love to be hypnotized into full obedience.

It’s been fun working with her hypnotist and planning out their next couple of sessions with each other.

Day time is stressful.

That’s why night time is for getting tranced until you can’t see straight.

You’re a model, who’s modelling agency mandates hypno therapy sessions. Unbeknownst to you, the therapy also gives you triggers the photographers can use to get you more compliant for shoots

The trust involved in this dynamic especially is what really lights my blood on fire, I love that feeling so much

I love the idea of covert hypnosis so much because it really plays into what makes hypnosis so hot to me in the first place: helplessness. With most inductions, the idea is that you generally know what's happening to you. Even if it's an increasingly bleary, dreamy, ditzy idea, on a fundamental level you still have a degree of understanding of what's happening to you and with that understanding, the ability to resist to some degree. With a covert induction, however, I'm never given the option to rally whatever thoughts remain in my silly, dreamy mind to try to resist. How could I if I don't even know what's being done to me? Instead I'm just unwittingly, helplessly dragged into obedience, as I should be...

I want someone to hypnotize and brainwash me

I didn’t think [hypnosis] was legit…I was proven wrong

Getting hypnotized is such a turn on for me

I felt like I trained my stamina too well because sex was lasting way too long so I watched some hypnos, I screwed up bc I cum way too quickly now…