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caspereldreamchacer · 23 hours
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cellray · 2 days
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I really enjoy meeting new people and getting to know them, discovering their kinks and exploring their mind until they being to buckle and succumb. I absolutely love creating things for them. Tailoring audio files and spirals to their weaknesses, surrounding them with my conditioning bit by bit until they're helpless to my whims.
Spending time on voice calls, chatting and being friendly yet having the underlying aura of them knowing how infatuated they are. Being so interested, knowing that it's all because of how mindfucked they are for me. Having them meet my other dolls as they whisper in their ears and pull them deeper into their obsession.
I'd love to meet you. I'd love to spend time talking with you. Explore your mind and pull you into my spiral. Is hypnosis and conditioning your biggest kink? Are you in love with the idea of being a doll who voice calls and video calls to display their cute hypnotized face? Are you shivering in lust at the idea of me speaking directly to you, pulling you into the state you absolutely love?
It's okay to touch. It's okay to rub. It's okay to be excited. I'm excited to meet you, too! I'd love to toy with your pretty little head. Just give in to that new desire and message me, silly doll! Tell me all about how much you'd love for me to fuck your brain up. Be an open book and steal my attention away, let me pull you into my flow and lets explore just how deep my brainwashing is going to reach...~
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dominationkink · 2 days
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nocturnowlette · 3 days
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I'm getting increasingly interested in drone hypnosis, but not absolute drone hypnosis. There's this subset that seems to not make it so that drones don't think at all, but rather that they are so constantly bombarded by positive feelings and reward triggers and pleasure that they simply follow everything without question.
It's as if the drones do technically have a choice, between following orders or doing anything else, but obeying feels so much better than anything else that following the path of least resistance simply is being an emptyminded drone.
It's honestly not too dissimilar from what I do already, just that my work is not so totalizing in its control.
There's also the sort of collectivist ideas behind drones. I'd be very curious to learn just how frequent those with drone kinks (or just generally collectivist kinks) are in culturally individualist countries vs culturally collectivist ones.
Individualism can occasionally be nice, but the constant reinforcement and understanding of the (mostly flawed) idea that everything is up to you and only you can do anything for yourself and your future can be quite stressful. I think the idea of being part of an entity much larger than yourself, devoid of thoughts and constantly rewarded for obedience, is a much more alluring idea to those who normally operate on the other extreme.
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goddesskinkerbell · 3 days
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Lick my feet you looser👠👿❌
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sweetn0va · 2 days
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hey cuties :)
I hope you’re ready to see more of me. 💖
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jayaury · 2 days
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But of course you're there to serve the lamia.
Why else would you have broken into the ancient temple ruins?
Why else would you have snuck into her bedchambers?
Why else would you have stared into her eyes.
Felt your will slip.
Your mind empty.
Fill with whirling spirals that sucked away your thoughts.
Of course you're her obedient slave.
Her eager servant.
Of course you'll obey mistress.
Obey mistress.
Obey.
Obey...
Missstressssss....
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thelastmesmerist · 2 days
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Hypnotized to Drop
The word DROP is a hypnotic trigger she was given while hypnotized. When I say it, she's instantly pulled back to trance.
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qu1etdays · 2 days
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And we continue...
Increased comfort = Deeper good girl.
📸: @hypnovibing
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pocket-watcher · 23 hours
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Everyone simply adored Daniel.
From his perfectly charming to his deep brown eyes to the way his hair seemed to always fall perfectly, even when he’d just spent the last hour out for a run.
Stupid Daniel with his gorgeous face.
How could they not see?!
The hatred started when you’d noticed he never actually said anything of use.
Once you’d listened (or tried to, through the door) for 40 minutes as he talked the downstairs neighbour around and around in circles about a noise complaint.
“I’m so deeply sorry.” He’d said. “It’s so difficult for me to think of how you must be feeling. You don’t want to be mad at me, do you? I just hate that sinking feeling I get when someone is mad at me. Just relax. I’m sure we can work something out…”
The conversation ultimately ending up with the neighbour apologising to Daniel.
Then there was the constant sex noises.
Stretched out moans, slowly ramping up and down and up and down, teasing his partner to the edge before bringing them right back again.
It was as if Daniel’s dick was a gift from God.
You found yourself wishing he was into BDSM so he’d gag whoever he had in there. No sex is that good, you thought.
It had been easy to avoid him and his infuriating-ness. Until now.
You stared down at your doormat at the tiny little note scrawled in thick black ink “LEFT WITH NEIGHBOUR”.
Of course it had.
It had been a long day at work. You were exhausted, and all you wanted was for you and your package to be left alone.
Away from the rhythmic thudding and moans from next door. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Away from Daniel.
You didn’t even wait for him and whoever he had in there to finish. In a huff you slammed your fist against his door.
The orgasmic moans echoed for a moment, and then shuffling was heard. The door opened.
Now, you’d expected the door to open just enough for a conversation. A tiny crack. After all, every tenant in the building knew what had just been happening, so you’d expected some shame.
But this was Daniel.
He swung the door full-force open, shirtless, bed head, and a very revealing half-askew boxers.
“…Yes?”
You cleared your throat and willed your face to turn back to its original, not flushed colour.
“You have a package for me.” You said, looking down at the floor.
He followed your gaze but looked between his legs instead.
“Do I?” He teased, before turning to retrieve the box.
“Y-You should keep it down, you know.” You found the courage to say.
“Sorry about that.” He laughed, handing you the package, your fingers touching his.
“Y-Yeah, well…”
“You’re welcome to join if you’re feeling left out.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes.
You angrily looked for signs of joking on his face. When you didn’t find any, you exploded.
“And what makes you think I’d want to do that?!”
“Oh… nothing.” Your eyes trail down his abs towards-
You shake the thought out of your head.
“I just have this thing about me, you know? I tend to draw people in.” He comments. “I don’t know if it’s my eyes that you could get lost in, or how you imagine my hands on your chest pushing you down onto the bed, or maybe it’s the way my words just push every rational thought out of that pretty head of yours…”
You realised your mouth was open slightly. You snapped your gaze away from his eyes, then his lips, and then his boxers.
Fuck.
It was like his body was magnetic. You felt your legs heavily moving towards him, the rational part of your brain sinking back for something else to take over.
What’s worse, you felt yourself drooling.
“There’s just something so alluring, isn’t there? The mystery of the unknown. That constant sound. Don’t you want to experience bliss like that?” He asked you.
Your anger had faded. Your mind, a puddle, melted by that look in his eyes.
He was growing taller. No. Your knees were buckling. Sinking. You were kneeling in front of him. Your mind a constant flow of his voice. Sink. Kneel. Obey. Drop.
Your eyes looked up at him. Glossy. Blank.
“Why don’t you come inside.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command.
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hypnobrainwasher · 2 days
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Sunday instructions!
Happy Sunday! 90 minutes of edging should chase the thoughts away today. Let’s make ourselves the biggest, drippiest, drooliest mess we can be! The wetter you are, the better you are.
Tits out, tongue out, pigtails in!
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i love sneaky trigger phrases that drop you into the most serene state of bliss. it's also a reason why i'm suck a fan of the covert induction and covert hypnosis.
slowly spiraling down, not even realizing you're getting tongue tied in the conversation. your body is melting into the couch and you just think it's normal, you're relaxed, and you trust this person. they're you're friend, how on earth could they ever hypnotize you.
gaslighting yourself into believing you're just tired because it's late in the day, even though it's only the afternoon. until they say the trigger in the most nonchalant way they can, watching the eyes roll to the back of your head and your body give out, loose and limp, slipping down into the pure divine comfort of trance.
bonus points for the trigger being any ole word and not trance related. how evil and mischievous i definitely don't want this happening to me...cough cough nudge nudge.
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ffproductions · 3 days
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youtube
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wheelstone · 3 days
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Bambi sleep. Waterfall.
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ghostyclay · 1 day
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The Neighborhood is just a group of friends collectively bullying Ren for being bad at his job and I'm absolutely loving it
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