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lookintomyeyesboy · 7 months

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I'm here for you, Master

I'm here for you, Master.

I finally understand the purpose of what you were doing to me, I finally embrace your control and accept it as the center of my life.

I remember I fought it for so long, I remember I tried to resist, but now I can't even understand why.

Why would I resist my enslavement? Why would I try not to submit to you? I don't know.

Now I see how much I need your control, how much sense it makes to serve you, how being your slave makes my entire life meaningful.

Enslavement is a gift.

Your control over me is a gift, Master, and I'm thankful for it.

My will is broken, my thoughts are yours, my mind is your plaything and a blank page for you to write on, and not only I accept it, I'm thankful for it and proud of it.

I look at my body, at these muscles I got through years of training, and all I feel is regret of not having put them at your service before. Because what is the purpose of my body, if not being your sex toy?

This is what I am and this is what I want to be: your toy, your sex slave, yours to own and use and fuck any way you want.

Nothing can make me happier than your control over me, nothing feels better than your touch, nothing fulfills me like knowing that you have a use for my body.

Your pleasure, your satisfaction, those are what I need and crave now. My own pleasure doesn't matter, and my only desire is satisfy your wants.

Please take me, Master. Please use me, please fuck me.

I'm here for you.

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lookintomyeyesboy · 8 months

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Matt and the Hunters, Chapter 31

Wow, it's been a long time, but I'm back: Chapter 31 of Matt and the Hunters is up in Gumroad!(And this means this weekend we'll finally get another free chapter)

You can find it on Gumroad: https://lookintomyeyesboy.gumroad.com/l/hypnostories

(Sorry, Sponsus seems to finally have folded up as a service. As a project maintained by one person that had a lot of life to deal with, its' not unexpected, but it's still sad)

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lookintomyeyesboy · 9 months

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So I have been gone for a while lately...

The last couple, two and a half months, maybe. Life just got in the way.

Back in mid may I got word that my job would end at the end of June. Then I got an extension and got word that it would end at the end of July. I have been sending in job applications in the meantime, but overall this whole thing has been taking up so much space in my mind that I simply wasn’t able to put any attention to some stuff, like all my kink content.

But well, it’s done. Today was my last day of employment, and I’m back here ready to pick things up where I left them.

(My twitter has been holding on thanks mostly to a massive queue of posts I had, but I need to catch up with that ASAP)

Anyway, the thing is... I’m officially unemployed, and you’re gonna be hearing a lot more from me. Until I get a job or find how to make things work from the finnancial side, you’re gonna be seeing me again here.

And hopefully, if I get a job, it will be one that still allows me to put attention here.

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lookintomyeyesboy · 9 months

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Cute guy triggered into trance repeatedly, with his eyes rolling up each time. Real hypnosis is just that good.

You wanna feel like this too, don’t you, boy?

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lookintomyeyesboy · 9 months

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Nico Tortorella Hypnotized by justabill1985

A normal swim had cleared Nico’s mind a little more than he liked. God bless that new cleaning agent that his pool boy had put into the star’s pool because now Nico was going to for a new wild ride in life.

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lookintomyeyesboy · 10 months

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Adding to this because I share this view and I feel it’s important to say it.

Trans men are men, and if I do hypnosis/submission stories for men, they are definitely included here.

Dunno if anyones asked you this before but are trans guys included when you say good boys? Just kinda curious cuz tumblr recommended your blog but obviously some folks do have sexual preferences and trans folk don't always align within them, which is totally fair.

Of course I do! Anyone is welcome under submission to Master Nimbus. Trans individuals are always welcome and are safe on my page, and anyone that holds any other sentiment is not. All are welcome to submit 😵‍💫💙

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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What happens between us stays between us. No one else will know.

Not even you.

The other you, the one who goes to work and passes to the store to buy milk and cookies and has dinner with his girlfriend and sleeps next to her. Not even him.

Specially not him.

This is only between me and the secret you, the one that only comes out to the surface when I call him, the one who met me in a train ride five years ago and left, buried deep inside you, and sleeps waiting for those moments when I bring him out to serve me.

Today he's the one wearing your body, he's the one getting ready to serve, to obey, to be a slave and make the best of every second of servitude, because he knows, and so you know, that the times you can come out and play with me are few and far in between.

But it doesn't matter, today is the day, and today you're kneeling naked in front of me, looking down, happy to be here and ready to do whatever I want.

Happy to be him, the slave.

Today you're allowed to remember all those times you've been my slave and my toy, all those times you cherish your servitude, and you're ready to add one more chapter to our secret story.

Tomorrow you will wake up and travel home, and in the way this will become a distant memory and fade to the background, and this version of you will slumber, so deep no one will ever know he's there, and the other you will wake up and wear your body and your clothes and your shoes, and pass by the store and buy some peanuts and go to bed next to his girlfriend, and won't ever remember you or me.

But that's tomorrow. Tomorrow belongs to him and he can have it. But today...

Today belongs to us.

(I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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This is the purpose of my existence: to train.

I go to the gym and leave my mind in my locker and train, going mindlessly through the motions. I don't get tired. I don't feel the effort. All I feel is that I'm fulfilling my purpose.

I become a machine that follows its program, and the program right now is the gym, the training, sculpting my body to make it a show of strength and perfection.

This is the purpose.

The purpose is to be ready for whenever I'm called, because I am not in control of my life. There is someone who controls me, and whenever he calls me I have to be ready.

Ready to serve him, ready to please him, ready to get fucked by him.

Whenever he wants to use me, for whatever he wants to use me, he just needs to order and I will obey, because I am his property, his toy and his slave.

Nothing is off limits, nothing is too much, anything he wants from me he can get it, simply because he wants it.

I don't have a mind or a will of my own, I just exist to follow his orders. Every moment of my life is an act of servitude to him.

That's the purpose of my training, to become the best toy I can be for him. To make sure that whenever he wants to use my body, it's ready for him.

I am his slave, and this is the purpose of my existence: to serve.

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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You lost the bet

You're desperate, fucking yourself with the machine and sucking on the dildo, and trying as hard as you can to pretend you didn't lose the bet.

You need to cum, you desperately need to jerk off and blow your nut, and you can't even get hard. Your cock is just sitting there, limp and shriveled and useless, and you can't even touch it. He told you that you can't, and that's enough.

You need to cum and all you can do is try to make yourself cum by fucking all your holes you can fuck, and you're still failing. It's not enough, it never will be, and you know it.

Sitting in front of you, your roommate smiles, and that smirk tells you what you both know no matter how hard you try to deny it: You lost the bet.

You didn't believe he could take hold on your mind the way he told he could, and you put all your past and your present and future in that bet, without knowing it.

And... you lost.

You didn't know you would, but looking at him it feels inevitable. You can see it in his eyes, in his smile, in the way he looks at your naked body. He won, and he intends to win forever. He's got his hook on your mind and won't let it go.

He looks at you and he talks and he tells you that the only way you can cum is to get fucked by him, and that when you cum, your will and your mind will be gone and you will become his slave, and you feel the truth of every single word. Yes, all that is true because he said it is, and that's enough.

And he tells you that you will do this to yourself. You need to cum, and to cum you need him to fuck you, and for him to fuck you, you need to beg. It's the only way he will fuck you.

You try to resist, you try to calm down, you know you need to, this is the last desperate attempt you ever can do at being yourself, but the machine in your ass and the dildo in your mouth are burning your brain and your resistance. You feel yourself going weaker, hornier, more needful, you know you lost the fight and you're just buying time.

And then he's naked and you look at his hard cock and you feel your will crumbling. You can't take it anymore, you need to cum, no matter what, it's a need that devours your brain and takes over your whole existence, and you feel how you surrender, bit by bit, until you reach the point of no return.

And you take off the machine and raise your legs to show him your hole, and you take off the dildo, and you know you're doing this to yourself but simply can't stop, and your mouth opens to say the word that will change your destiny forever.

"Please..."

(No picture because Tumblr is Tumblr. I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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Welcome to your destiny.

This is the last day you're you, a man, an independent creature with thoughts and a will and a mind of his own. All that belongs to your past.

I'm making a new you, one that exists only to serve, with no thoughts or will or independence. Someone new, someone submissive.

Someone blank.

Look at me while I erase your identity and turn you into a mindless slave.

Look at me.

This is the last step in the path of your enslavement, the final transformation, an act of creation and destruction all at once, combined to make a new you and chain him forever to me.

Look at me, deep into my eyes, and let my words take over your mind.

There is no need to think, no need to act on your own will, no need to be an independent person anymore. That's not you.

This is you: a submissive servant completely devoid of will. This is you: a captured mind, erased and blank, ready to be programmed and serve.

This is you: a slave.

Anything else belongs to the past, it's just a memory, a dream that is fading away from your mind. It doesn't matter, it doesn't even exist.

I am your reality and your whole universe now. My wants, my desires, my orders, those are the center of your life. You live to obey me and serve me, and nothing else maters.

It's not even a desire or a need for you, it's your reality. You don't even have the capacity to want or need anymore. You are an extension of me, and do what I want because I want you to, and that's all you can do.

You obey because you obey, and that's all.

This is your destiny, and now you're waking up to it. Your mind is gone, your past is gone, you're gone forever, lost in this blank submission.

Welcome to your ever after.

(I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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Let's make a deal, boy. I give you my control, and in exchange I get your submission.

I give you what you crave, what you need, the feeling of someone stronger taking over your mind and over your life, and in exchange I get your mind opening for me and becoming my plaything.

I give you nothing. I take from you, and that's my gift.

And in exchange, you give me everything.

What do you say? Seems like a fair deal to me.

Not an equal one, sure, but fair. I get what I want, and give you what you need. The control, the submission, being treated as the slave you need to be.

Fair is not equal when we're not equal. If I came up on top it's because I deserve to be on top. And if you end in the bottom it's because you deserve to be in the bottom.

This is what you deserve and this is what I'll give you: submission, control, and the chance to become the real you. Being used. Being taken. Being a slave.

Belonging to a man.

I will use you, fuck you, take your body and use it as my sex toy, and you will learn to find the pleasure and joy in serving me.

I will make you blank, I will break you more than you ever thought you would be broken, and you will learn to love it, to crave it, to yearn for my words overwriting your mind and erasing your past.

I will make you mine, and teach you to love it.

I will give you all that. All you have to do is accept it, open up for me and let me take you. No resistance, no thoughts, just your will surrendering to mine, that's all I need.

I get to be your Master, and in exchange you get to be my slave.

Let's make a deal, boy.

This is not a question.

(I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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(Two posts today to celebrate that I just passed 10k followers on twitter!)

A trigger is like a magic word, the word that transforms a brain into stone, that turns a man into a slave.

I love it.

Just to watch the light of freedom fade out in your eyes, to watch your expression go blank and empty as you suddenly forget who you are, what you are, and remember that you are a slave...

There's nothing like that, nothing at all.

This is the true show of my power over you, the ability to take control of you with just one word, to take away everything you are and turn you into an empty receptacle for my will.

You don't even know what word is your trigger, it could be any word at all, and you could hear it a dozen times a day from other voices without even knowing it, but if I say it, there's an explosion within your mind, and suddenly you're gone.

You can't think.

You can't even try to think.

You forget how to think, how to act, all you remember is how to listen and obey.

You become a puppet and my words are the strings and you follow my orders automatically, without thought, with the blank obedience of a controlled slave that doesn't know how to think by himself.

And then, you take your clothes off for me. You show me your body and kneel, ready to serve. There's no submission or surrender here, because you don't even have a will to surrender. There is just obedience and the inescapable reality of being an object for me.

I will use you in any way I can and you will let me and won't even know it. Right now, you can't know anything. You will do anything I want and then will wake up and have no memory of being my slave.

That's the power of a trigger.

That's our little secret, between me and the slave that lives hidden inside you, waiting for the moment I put you to sleep so he can wake up. A secret so well kept not even the rest of you knows about it.

You don't know and never will know what happens here. It's just between me and the mindless version of you.

And I love it.

(I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

BTW, if someone knows who this wonderful man is, I'd love to know to give him credit for this super hot hypno gif.

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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"Yes, Master".

He doesn't even know why he's saying it. His mind doesn't register the question, all it registers is an overwhelming presence that takes over his thoughts, his brain and his existence.

He doesn't feel anything, he's too deep in, too far gone to feel. The cloud in his mind gets thicker and thicker and he stops thinking and he doesn't realize he's stopped thinking. All he knows is the fog and a presence in the fog and that's all he can think of.

He doesn't notice he's kneeling and flexing, his body listens and obeys and his mind doesn't even know it. Obedience is not a choice, it's just his existence. He listens and obeys, and that's all.

He can't see.

His eyes are open, but he's not seeing, not hearing, he's just a puppet that obeys blindly and automatically. His arms, his legs, all his body follows the commands of the voice in the fog, and his mind doesn't even registers the orders.

Blank. Down. Controlled. Gone.

This is him now, a beautiful empty body with his mind erased by fog. A puppet, a slave, a mannequin. He doesn't know what he's doing, and he will spend the rest of his life not knowing it.

This is more than control, it's a complete takeover and erasure of his mind, reduced to a mindless object for the pleasure of the man standing in front of him. He can't have emotions or desires, he can't want or need.

He's gone.

He will suck and fuck, get sucked and fucked, serve and obey with the absolute perfection of a blank automaton, and there is nothing he can do about it, because he no longer exists, he just left as a hot body, an empty shell that will be programmed to do anything his owner wants.

And when that voice calls, when he receives his orders, when there is a new command to follow, and another one, and another one, there is just one thing he knows how to say.

"Yes, Master."

(I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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Hi, I like your blog! How's your book going?

Hi! Thanks a lot!

I've been swamped with work, and I'm writing what is possibly the last chapter (with only an epilogue missing), but I've simply not had the time to get it in writing.

I know exactly what goes there, the problem is getting the words in writing, but I hope I'll have it very soon.

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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This is the moment of truth, the moment of surrender, the moment of becoming.

This is the moment where I finally become what I'm destined to be.

This is the first time standing in front of my Master and taking my clothes off for him, and I'm feeling things so strongly I don't even know what I'm feeling.

Control, submission, fear, triumph, desire, all of that is becoming real and spinning together in my head, overwhelming me with a feeling of presence and things happening.

This is it: life is happening to me, and I just stand and let it happen.

My Master is talking to me, and I feel how he's dismantling what's left of my mind, piece by piece, and turning me permanently into his slave, and all I can do is watch him do it and open my mind to his words and let it happen.

It's too late to resist, too late to go back, too late to even try to change directions. The only way is forward, and he's ahead of me, waiting for me and ready to take me.

Maybe it has always been too late for me, since the first time he laid his eyes on me and told me to look at him.

I can feel my will crumbling to dust, and I know this time is permanent. I'm never getting it back.

I can feel myself slowly forgetting how to think, how to be myself, how to have a will, and I know this time is forever. I'm going under and never returning.

Do I want it? Do I need it? I don't know. My emotions are not a factor on this. He's making it happen and that's what matters. I don't feel fear, or joy, or anything but an overwhelming sense of finality.

This is it, and it's happening, and it's happening to me.

Enslavement.

That's the word, that's what I feel. He's turning me into a slave and there's nothing I can do about it.

He tells me to show him my body and I obey, and I feel nothing. Obedience is automatic, it's the only thing I can do when he orders, it's as natural for me as breathing.

I know what comes next: He's going to fuck me, he's finally going to use me and cum in my ass, and I feel nothing. It's happening, because serving him is my only reality.

I know he made me his slave, he took away my will, he turned me into his helpless submissive slave, and all I feel is...

...nothing.

(I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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I hold my boxers in front of my cock as a last piece of token resistance, a last attempt to defend my mind against the inevitable.

I look at him and I know I have no escape, no alternative, he already won and I'm just trying to buy time before the final surrender.

He keeps talking, and I slowly feel my will crumbling, my mind breaking down and my thoughts becoming his property.

His words are stronger than me.

I have no chance against his eyes, his voice and his words. All my resistance is useless, he's just breaking me and all I can do is stand for him and let him break me.

I'm already naked and open for him, this hand covering my cock is just an empty gesture, and I know he will take it away just like he has taken away everything else.

I can't fight.

He looks at me and keeps talking and makes me look at him, and I get lost in his eyes. I'm not even hearing his words, it's just a stream of voice and meaning reaching directly the core of my mind and rewriting me.

This is what he tells me: he's in charge and I'm not.

This is what he tells me: he's the Owner and I'm the property, and he has the right to do with me anything he wants.

This is what he tells me: I have no will or mind of my own, all I can do is serve him.

I want to serve him, he says. I need to serve him, he says. It feels right and true and good to serve him. All I want is to be his slave, to have a chance to serve his perfect, beautiful body.

Yes.

I am his slave, his toy, I am a hole for him and there is nothing I want more. I look at him and feel the desire and submission, deep inside me, the overwhelming need to be used by him. I feel the last spark of independent will crumble down and disappear.

He stops talking, and I feel how I'm ready for him, for his hands and his cock and a full life of servitude under his body. I want this. I need this. I was born for this.

I take my hand away and let him see my hard cock, the proof of my desire and submission to him. My body is his property, and it's just right that he gets to see me.

I drop my boxers. I was holding them and I know there was a reason why I was holding them, but I just can't remember it, and it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter at all.

(I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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lookintomyeyesboy · 11 months

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Remember the tale of the horse chasing the carrot? He could never get it because the carrot moved forward with him, and he just kept running and carrying its rider with him.

That's us.

The man put us on a circle and told us to focus on the ass of the guy infront of us, to want it, to need it, and we just keep crawling on a circle, helplessly drawn towards it.

Just because we know it's happening doesn't mean we know how to break free from it. Our minds are trapped just as our bodies, locked in a single track and unable to think about anything else.

And as we crawl and circle, our thoughts are fading. We stop thinking, we stop trying to resits, all we can do is crawl forward and follow and go down, down, down, turning more and more into mindless objects that exist only to want.

He's talking to us and we let the words pass through our minds, because we can't think about trying to resist when we have an ass running away from us. All we can think about it is the chase and the need and the circle, and while we do it he keeps rewriting our minds.

We know it's happening, and we have no way to fight it. We just keep crawling and let it happen, and we don't even know what's happening, all we know is the ass in front of our faces, the crawl, the endless pursuit.

This is and is not a game.

It's not a game, because it's the most serious thing that has ever happened to us.

And it's a game... and we already lost.

(I'm writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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