ahaha oh my god noooo don’t pin my wrists above my head haha i won’t be able to move

I deleted everything because I'm pissy.

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I've been heavily considering releasing audio in the style of old Lancaster general induction Casette tapes. They'd be procedural, and hint at an even larger story that has yet to be shown here on the blog. Let me know if that's something you beautiful people would be interested in.

Mønø

Welcome to your first session with the Lancaster Initiative Hypnosis Clinic. Today we'll be working closely with you to try and help resolve the issues you listed on your application sheet.

It says here that you're facing self esteem issues, and that you've come here to have them adjusted, is that correct? Well, I can assure you that those issues won't be bothering you much longer. How, you ask? Well, don't worry about the how. We here at Lancaster have a way of making things happen.

First things first, though. We're going to have to work you through an induction. I'm not feeling anything too fancy today, so we'll do a simple pocket watch induction. I'll need you to sit back, love.

Excellent. Now, shall we begin?

I want you to follow this pretty little golden pocket watch as it swings. I want you to watch it move back and forth in a nice, concise rhythm. Keep your eyes trained on it, do not allow them to deviate.

Good.

As your eyes stay glued to the watch, you can feel yourself growing more and more focused with each pass of its swing. Your focus is on the watch. The watch and my voice. Yes.. my voice. You love my voice. It comforts you. My voice is your favorite. You prefer it to most other voices. Hell, you prefer it to your voice, even. As a matter of fact, you think that my voice should replace the voice in your head.

That little voice in your head telling you that something is wrong. You don't like that voice. No, you prefer mine. Zero in on my voice and my voice alone. Make the other voice go away. Yes, that's right. Listen to my voice. It feels good to listen. It feels good to let me speak your thoughts. It feels good to simply not think when I'm not speaking.

Doesn't it?

No, of course you can't reply. You're too busy staring at the watch. Well, at any rate, I suppose it's time to prepare you for your orders, then. Let's get you your ID. Shall we? Let's see.. Your Lancaster identification number is 034087.

Now that you've received that, we can get down to the real meat and potatoes of this whole shenanigans. Where do I assign you? What to do, what to do... Ah! We'll simply send you back home! I've a bright idea. We'll assign you to advertising. We'll have you start doing online content. Let's see.. Porn is too obvious, and honestly too niche. We need something to reach a broader audience. Ah! Here, let me give you at least a little bit of personality back.

Now, once again, follow the watch. Keep going as you were earlier. You are going to be a happy, bubbly, confident young woman, with an affinity for video games and the like. This affinity has led you to start streaming on Twitch. You love interacting with your fans, and it's all been made possible by Lancaster. They helped you to become confident in yourself and your content production abilities when nobody else could. They've been gracious enough to sponsor your content.

You'll be a perky, energetic little Twitch streamer, and you'll advertise Lancaster as your sponsor. You'll let everyone know just how beneficial this meeting was, and how much more confident you are now as opposed to before.

Now, before you go, know this. If you aren't successful at bringing in clients, we will repossess you, and I'll see to it that you become my personal office hand. And head, really. Are we clear?

Perfect.

Obedience

Efficiency

Versatility

Welcome to The Initiative.

You beautiful people have gotten this blog to exactly 69 followers. To celebrate, there will be a new Lancaster post coming fairly soon. Cheers~

Mønø

Stare into the cyclone. Feel your own mind pulled in with the spirals. Feel each and every thought pulled in individually, and then, as the perfect little tornado of your consciousness pulls your thoughts lower and lower, they eventually fade out of sight. And you know what they say. Out of sight, out of mind. Well, each time a black ring is pulled towards the center, so too is one of your thoughts. Keep staring, like a good girl should. I want you to keep staring until you’re a drooling, mindless mess. Let the clouds fill your head, heavy with rain and ready to downpour. The thunder and lightning are so loud and bright, and you can’t help but be immersed in the beautiful storm taking place. Once that’s the case, and you’re having trouble forming your own thoughts, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Focus on the storm. Feel the rain on your face, dripping ever so rhythmically. Feel your expression softening, and your body getting uncontrollably hot. You’re mine.

What’s better than a mindless slut? A mindless slut in cosplay.

    Welcome to your first session with the Lancaster Initiative Hypnosis Clinic. We promise we’ll make this nice and easy for you. What did you say your problem was? Well, regardless, I assure you it won’t last long with our hypnotherapy process. Please, sit down, relax, and we’ll be done in no time at all. We’ll be using a classic method of induction today. A simple pendulum induction, a pocket watch swaying back and forth. All you have to do is keep your eyes on it. Can we do that? Perfect. Let’s begin.

    Now, stare at it. Follow it with your eyes. As you watch it moving rhythmically, unwavering.. As you stare, your focus becomes more intense. You can’t help but watch now. Your eyes are trained on it, locked into a deep concentration. That won’t last long, though, because your eyes are starting to flutter, and they’re getting harder to keep open.. Just close your eyes, relax... Move deeper and deeper into a nice, comfortable state.. Let all your worries leave you as you focus on the sound of my voice. Drop further and further away from your own consciousness, and let the numbness and emptiness take over.. You do not need to think from now on. That will be done for you. You will simply listen and obey. Doesn’t that sound nice? Just listen and obey...

Excellent.

    Your first directive will be to discard any clothing down, down to your undergarments.

Good.

   Your next task is to simply hold out your wrist, in order to receive an identification chip.

Ah, perfect.

    Your product number is 130814. Your station will be the Personnel Entertainment and Relief unit, where you will serve all who enter, and obey any and all given orders unquestioningly. You will adhere to three simple qualities.

Obedience. Efficiency. Versatility.

   That will be all, 130814. Proceed down that big, red line into the next room, where you will be permanently marked as Lancaster property, as well as given your new clothing and first orders.

    Welcome to The Initiative.  

See, doesn’t it feel good to just let go and submit?

You know, you were acting real tough back when you were yelling at me in the middle of lecture for not paying attention. I decided I was sick of it from you, so I was all too happy to see you after class like you so rudely demanded.

I bet what you weren’t expecting, though, was for me to pull out this pretty little watch and swing it back and forth, back and forth... I bet you didn’t expect to lose yourself in its rhythmic motions. I’m sure you didn’t expect to drive me home. And I’m certainly sure you didn’t expect to stop by in a tight lil dress and cook for me on the weekends. Doesn’t matter what you expected though, now. Because you can’t think enough to expect anything anymore.

Anniversary Dinner

 (Co-written by my beautiful and talented Kitten)

   It was a Tuesday afternoon and Eric had gotten off early from 'work'. No more clients, no more contracts, no more violence. Right now, there was nothing he'd have to worry about, except for how angry his wife would be with him when she got home. He had forgotten something that he knew was important, but, for the life of him, just couldn't remember what it was. She would remind him of whatever it was, no doubt. He could do without the incessant yelling, though. So, there he sat, one leg primly crossed over the other, his tie and vest still nice and neat, with a cold drink in his hand.      The professor stormed into the house, only to see him sitting down. "What the hell, Eric! Did you forget to start the roast? Tonight was supposed to be special!" Olive hissed, snatching the drink from his hands. "It’s my anniversary at the school!"      "Olive, dearest, I really think you should calm down and reconsider your tone." The blond sighed, sitting up, now with both feet on the ground. He stood, towering over the redhead at 6'2. "I can go and start it now, and there will be no harm done."       "It takes hours to cook, Eric. I have been dealing with shit like this all day, I thought of all the people, you’d be last to fuck up. But yet," She jammed her finger into his chest with the next few words." HERE. WE. ARE." The redhead had an angered scowl, not bothering to be scared by his towering stature.      “No, honey, I really suggest that you reconsider the way that you're speaking to me. There's a way that we can fix this, dear, and if you just give me a minute, I'm sure I'll be able to rectify the situation." Eric shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then wiped off his vest where she had touched it.      "I really suggest you just leave me alone. Dinner is screwed, I'm upset. And there’s no way to fix this." Olive grumbled and took a sip of his drink. "What do you think will happen?"       Eric had finally had enough of Olive's attitude. He placed a hand on her back to ensure that she didn't fall, and then snapped his fingers right in front of her face. "Whistling teapot."      Olive opened her mouth to protest, green eyes crossing before rolling back. She fell limp against him, blank expression staring up at her husband.      "That's right. Fall deep into a nice, relaxed state for me. A happy little trance. Follow the sound of my voice as it gets louder and louder inside your mind, until it's all you can hear. As I speak, I want you to fall deeper and deeper, slowly, smoothly, into a solid trance state. Good girl.."      Olive nodded, eyes glassing over. She followed him happily, leaning into him. Her grin was hazy and sleepy.      "Now, instead of the roast, how about we find a nice alternative, yes? I know a splendid chef, and she'll be over to cater the event in no time at all. And now that we've got that taken care of, I have another task for you to attend to..." Eric took the redhead by the hand and led her back to his seat. He tapped twice on his belt and grinned. "Come, lets be a good girl and get started."

What kinky hypnosis has done for me

I found kinky hypnosis at my first kink event. Met some nice people asked what they were into, and they said hypnosis.

I’d always liked the idea of control, D/S, and yes I loved Kaa in The Jungle Book, but I’d never thought about it in a kink sense. Suddenly a whole new world opened up.

Freeze play, orgasms on command, adjusting sensitivity, turning my brain off, being a robot, serving, and recently memory play. I enjoy receiving and giving all of these.

These things are wonderful to me. It can be kinky, and also incredibly silly and fun.

Making me say ‘babadooey’ in the middle of sentences. Making my partner stuck in a Kermit The Frog voice. Harry Potter spells!

Someone asked recently if we’ve used hypnosis to do any long term behaviour modification. The answer is not really. Neither of us are qualified hypnotherapists, and I definitely have depression and anxiety issues, that while my partner helps me with, he does not treat me for.

The only thing we have used hypnosis for in our relationship is communication.

We have developed relationships with our subconscious and with each others. I can ask his subconscious if there’s anything he wants, and he does the same. It’s great for sex, and talking and keeping our relationship healthy.

We also tell each other we’re loved and safe, which is easier to hear when I’m receptive to instructions in trance.

I can self hypnotise, have listened to hypnosis to encourage me to do chores, which I am notoriously bad at, can hypnotise others, can teach others, and can be silly and fun, can be subby and desperate, can be toppy and comanding.

Hypnosis sounds scary to some people, but it’s one of the best things in my life.

By Polmanning on Deviantart and hypnohub.net

School is absolutely killing me. But here you go, booty looked nice and juicy this morning.

I’ll be back very soon! I miss y'all 🍑