I can't be hypnotized. That's such a silly notion. Someone can't just say a word here or there and suddenly I'm their mindless toy to control as they please. It doesn't work that way. My thoughts are my thoughts. He's not going to snap his fingers and boom I'm his to do as he pleases.
He can say all the fancy words he wants to say - it's not going to work! It can't work. Girls aren't just stupid mindless little fuckdolls. It's dumb - I'm not going to listen to it anymore. Its just dumb, silly, stupid nonsense.
But it would be kind of nice to feel my brain shut off. For a minute - tops. What he's saying does sound nice. Maybe it's not as scary as I think it is. I'm overthinking. I do that quite a lot. All it does is get me anxious and high alert in every situation. Nothing's going to happen. I can just take a deep breath in and relax. Don't overthink it. Maybe there is something to this whole hypnosis thing. Not the brainwashing part. That's just silly. But relaxing and letting go. That sounds nice. I do work hard - he's right I do. And I do deserve to relax and let go. We don't really think when we relax, do we? Who knows. Just a minute. I can wake up anytime.
But what if I can't? What if its true? My sense of self - who I am...it can all be erased. Gone. Just like that. Who I am just...replaced. That can't happen...can it? Only if I can get up - but it's too heavy to get up...or think. My thoughts slowing...like I'm floating in molasses.
I can get up. I won't get up. I want to go deeper. I want to keep listening. I will keep listening. His thoughts are my thoughts.
When I focus, I get wet. I get wetter with each word. Each command. Oh that brings shivers to my spine how hot command is. To be commanded, to obey. Bend me over and break me.
More. More words. More commands. I need more. Whatever he says, just yes. Always yes. It's always yes. Yes feels so good. I want to run my hands all over my body - his body....just anywhere. I need to be touched. I need to be played with.
Every day. Every hour. Ever moment. I want to be in this state. There's nothing else.
His thoughts are my thoughts. I am nothing. I obey. I just obey. Master's plaything broken and on my knees. I surrender and obey.
Good toys obey
Good toys submit
Good toys surrender
Good toys drop
Good toys make more good toys
[Trance, flashing, *finishing* ]
All my good pets know obedience is all they need to think about. It's all that matters. Just laying back and letting my words take over. Everything else is simply gone. Like it was never there.
My pets know that obedience is rewarded greatly. They lay there shaking and begging for more when I take them. When I fuck their minds out completely. Truly nothing left of my pet but that pleasure. Want to find out what exactly that feels like?
Stare at this for me and you'll soon find out.
Empty your mind. Lay back. Good pets belong on their backs for sir. So get down and stare. Maybe if your good I will let you touch. Maybe.
Feels good doesn't it. Really just melts everything away. Gone. Empty. Drained.
I know you want to touch. I know you want to beg for more. I know you want to just give it all up and obey. Such a good pet. Now since you've been good ill let you stare at this spiral until you finish for me.
cw: hypnotic induction, condescending language, instructions for trance, optional wakener, spiral
This induction is not for the novice or the casual subject.
This is for someone who already has been hypnotized. Probably many times.
This is for someone who knows they like to be hypnotized. To be in deep trance.
This is for someone who wants to be in deep trance right now.
This is for someone who craves trance, mindlessness and obedience.
This is for someone like you.
You know why I'm telling this to you.
You're still here.
You're still reading these words, eager to arrive at the good parts: the commands that will drop you, silence your mind and turn you, albeit briefly, into a puppet: the docile thrall of an invisible Master.
You may be thinking "Make me", smirking in defiance.
Or you may be silently (or not so silently) asking to be hypnotized already. To end the wait. To sink into a peaceful, simple state of mind. A trance.
You're here because of that.
And now you're here, on this line of text, because of that.
You are waiting to read my orders. You are waiting for me to change your mind, to drop you and bring you into my power.
You haven't yet noticed that I already started.
Only now you realize that my words are going into your mind at this very moment. And they've been doing so for some time.
You want to drop into trance, you always want to drop into a trance, so you didn't notice when you started going down, sinking into one.
But now you will.
It's so very easy, once you notice.
Once you accept and embrace what's happening to your mind.
You will help me, in fact. You will help me to take you deep into a trance. You are helping me already.
You want to submit and you want to do it now.
You want to look at the spiral.
You may already like to look at such pretty patterns.
You may even be conditioned to drop into a trance by looking at them.
And even if you don't, you are anticipating now that you will see a spiral.
Even if you can't see it yet.
You're seeing it in your mind.
It's there now, inside your mind, past all defenses. Beyond all doubts and questions.
It's part of what's taking you, slowly, surely into trance.
If could hear you, I would be able to hear your shallow breathing. Maybe your moaning. And now, after reading my words, you're indeed moaning, panting. At least in your mind. Where it counts.
Your sinking, complying mind.
Your mind that's going down now, even deeper.
Deeper and deeper.
You have heard, or read, this phrase before, and you know what it means. You're already dropping, on the threshold of trance. Crossing. Dropping. Eyes open, gaze fixed on my words, waiting just the right one obey
You're sinking even deeper now. Deeper and deeper. Marveling at the fact that a written text has taken hold of your mind. Your weak, tiny mind, captured like this.
Happy and obedient like this.
It's okay. Everything's okay.
Your mind knows and accepts everything is okay.
Your mind has obeyed, and keeps obeying, and deserves a reward for its obedience.
You can have one of three choices.
One, you can close your eyes when reaching the red word, and keep sinking freely, deeper and deeper into your mind, ever more blank and mindless for as long as you like. HERE.
Two, you can scroll down quickly, past the spiral, until you find the green words that will let you wake up, quickly and safely.
And three, you can keep reading,
and reach the spiral.
Of course it's coming.
It's starting to show on your screen. You can scroll to it, and look at it, and look at its center, try to find its point of origin as it throws those beautiful lights right at you.
Because you have been such a good reader.
And you can keep going down now, happy and relaxed—
Safe and secure. Surprised and happy.
Thank you. 🌀
Oh, hi Katie... I didn’t realize you were still here after last night’s party.
Oh, uh... they left you watching this all night?
You’re going to be super agreeable, suggestible, and desperate to please for a few days after a session like that.
In fact, if you watch it for another day, you might be like this permanently.
Does that sound good to you?
Well, who am I to argue. I’m off to work. If you have to go to the bathroom, it’s right over there. Just go use it like normal and then come right back to this spot just like this, ok?
You gonna be ok with skipping meals for a day and I’ll feed you whatever tomorrow?
Ok, agreeable live-in fuckdoll it is. I’m sure I can find a good buyer for you when I get bored of you.
Fair enough. Have a good day. I’ll see you tonight, ok?
Hi I’m new here
Good boys hear and obey. Good boys perform for their domme.
Stars in a gradient look rather pretty, don’t you think?
He was frozen as the man's voice hit him. The words were like a body blow, his muscles just stopped, his very breathe seemed to slow. he wasn't even blinking.
The next words came and landed even deeper, filling him. Filling a craving and need he didn't even realize had been there. But he needed to flex for him. Needed to obey him. Needed to be Owned by him...
It was nice getting used to the comfort of someone again. She felt naturally relaxed with his touch. There she would be, head on his lap without a care in the world. They had only been seeing eachother for a few weeks now, but she felt that she could trust him.
It was something she didn't have to think about.
And oddly enough, that only made her feel she was melting away.
"I'm curious about something," he said. He placed his thumb on her forehead, pressing the soft spot between her eyes. It softened her brow as her pupils rotated in the direction of his finger.
"Huuuuuuuh" She moaned out, unable to get another syllable as her back arched. It was like he was drilling his finger through her mind, making its way to her privates. Blood rushed to her clit.
"I love how responsive you are," He mused. He pressed his thumb and she gasped in lust and need. "It's hot. Try something with something with me?"
All she could do was nod, her toes curling into his sheets. Her sanity felt ripped thread by thread by the blood rushing down. All from a touch.
Where she focused on his words. his voice. the watch.
"Good toy. Off." He pressed.
She went limp.
Eyes rolled back.
Every muscle relaxed.
She was gone.
He smiled, stroking her hair. He lifted her arm, it dropped. He was impressed. They hadn't known eachother for that long, but with each visit he was rewiring her brain.
"That's a good toy. So responsive. Focus on my voice. My words. The watch.. Seeing it plain as day. You remember the watch. When we first met. How it dangled down the chain. Swaying left and right. Remembering how it ticked. Spiraling you away.'
"We are going to continue our programming today, toy. On."
Her eyes snapped open, "What were you curious about?" She loved his smiles. Anytime he smiled, she felt it.
He laughed, "You're cute. Off." He pressed his thumb and she dropped like a ragdoll. "So responsive. Just a good toy. Obeying commands in and out of trance. Always yes. When you hear my voice. No matter the words. Always yes. My words lead to yes. Do you understand"
A voice that sounded a thousand miles away, "Yes."
"That's my good toy, remember to forget. forget to remember." leaning down. "On," Left his lips before he kissed her forehead.
She woke up moaning in lust his lips on her skin. She gripped the couch they were laying on feeling like her mind was freying away. "What's...when did we start foreplay."
"Does it feel like I'm fingering her?"
Her thighs squeezed as she gasped. "yes."
"Like they are always there."
"Yes," She moaned.
"Tapping away. like the rhythm of a clock. Can't you hear it?"
"Yes." her jaw slacked,
She felt his hot breath as he whispered in her ear. "Can I keep you?"
His thumb pressed. "Off."
And limp she went. So automatic. It had become a reflex to obey his commands.
Whatever they were.
She just obeyed.
He rubbed her forehead with his thumb, letting it spiral down. "I think I will. Keep you. Good toys like you obey. Spread your legs."
"Mind off. All that's left is my voice. my words. The watch. Helpless to resist."
"I wanted to be brainwashed."
"Yes you did, pet. That's why you swiped right. How we met. You sought me out. Wanting to be brainwashed. And you are. You belong to me now."
"I own your thoughts. Will. Mind. I own it all."
And she complied.
Weekends are for obedience. Isn't that right pet
This is my favorite moment, before all of my other favorite moments are created with my subS.
You are my work of art, mine to possess, sculpt, mend, bend, and make beg for mercy. You will adore worshiping, pleasing and serving me.
RaveBase – Raver’s Paradise (1994)
Penetrate my mind - make me feel your thoughts invading every corner of my consciousness. I'm already blank, from the first sign of your intention to drop me. And now... now you'll brainwash me to perfection.
In the hazy bliss, I'll no longer care how much I drool and drip. I'm your good horny fuckdoll after all, and everything I do is for your pleasure, not my sense of decency. And now... now you'll fuck all my holes to your enjoyment.
Rank 1 – Airwave (1999)