A deeper shade

18+ only. Back for the first time in a while. Hypnotist of 15 years. You can submit/ask anything, I'll try my very best to respond 💖 35 years old if it matters to ya, midwest born and raised.

[a-deeper-shade]

Guess I'll make a pinned.

I'm 35, and you can call me Crimson. Or use my blog name, I'm not beholden to either. Soft dom/daddy dom... usually. One does like to indulge from time to time.

Minors, of course, begone. Don't have an age on your blog? I'll block you.

Anyway!

I've been a hypnotist for 15 years. Text, audio, voice, in-person, I've done it all. I've hinted at some of the most fun things in posts so far, and I will continue to do so. My posts aren't inductions and I don't use spirals; my thoughts on such things are included in a post I made a ways back called Crutches, so feel free to search that.

I'd say I'm particularly skilled when it comes to brainwashing and longer-term training, but I've had sessions around everything from IQ play to personality shifts and more. I'm also quite into BDSM, feel free to ask me about it.

I've used a bunch of tags on my posts and most of them aren't... specific to any few, but some posts have been inspired or requested by people I know! Some of the tags for those posts (assuming I ever update this): #🐱, #🍒, #🪡, #🐇, and #🍓, in alphabetical order. A good number of them are quite inspired.

Also, I've got #22 for posts about the major arcana, which is a fun little project I just recently finished! Check out the master list here.

I just started writing about a couple taking a week away at a cabin (it's pretty good), you can find that under #the cabin.

Hopeless romantic, I care a lot and I can't help it.

Somewhat petty note because it happened that one time: If you read a post of mine and it inspires you? Awesome! I'm just going to request ahead of time that you don't make a reblog with four times the text to ape off of my writing and make it all about you. Just write your own post at that point and @ me in it for the inspiration.

Any questions? Feel free to ask, you know where the button is.

[a-deeper-shade]

Hello, I've been reading for a very long time but I've never had the courage to message before. I wanted to say I really love your content. But I usually feel uncomfortable calling anyone daddy. I was wondering if you has any advice for me? Thank you 💕🥰✨

~🫧👑

For a long time? That makes me wonder just who you are 🤭 A proper hello, then, little one, from me to you. How flattering! I see you've picked two emotes, so we should make a name of that. Bubble Princess isn't as cute of a name as Princess Bubbles, so we will use that.

This is a slightly complicated question to answer. So long as your discomfort isn't tied to trauma you're still dealing with, this is something that's doable. The 'why' is important. This would almost be easier to do in dms, but I'll give as broad of an answer as I'm able. I've got to assume you use other terms of address such as sir and struggle with this.

Outside of trauma, one of two things is likely: either you subconsciously struggle to see them as a 'daddy' in the first place, because they aren't acting the way a daddy would to your mind, or you don't feel... hmm. Safe enough with them? To be that vulnerable using it. Then, when you force it, it feels uncomfortable to do so. I would normally recommend starting small, but this requires a bit of introspection on your part and subsequent action depending on the findings.

To boil it down a bit (I know I tend to write longer than is entirely necessary sometimes): Start with you. If you don't feel safe enough to address anyone as daddy, it won't feel natural. You can try and force it, but that's going to cause strain in other areas, so I wouldn't recommend it. In the case someone isn't "acting" like a daddy should, it's a tough one? You can't force people to act in a way that makes it work for you. I feel like that should be a proper conversation to have.

Thank you for the ask! Feel free to dm if you need any further clarification, of course.

[a-deeper-shade]

omg!!

a dom with a hypno knink?! honestly, never thought I'd come across one of you out here in the wild. huge ups 😍

Well, thank you, anon! I do my best, but I should post more often again. I've been struggling to. Life is in a weird place for me at the moment.

[a-deeper-shade]

Your posts are really alluring and so im really curious how does one learn all this? Would you be able to recommend any books or online sources to learn from?

Any tips as well? Im trying to help my owner get into hypnosis, and while i have experience being hypnotised by a pretty skilled person, i wouldn't know how to help a new person get into this skill @.@

Pretty please, thank you

Hello, anon!

Goodness, this is such a late reply. I can't exactly explain my absence in an answer, since it's... complicated, but! I always recommend a few specific things as far as groundwork goes. I made a post about it a ways back that I feel answers this exact question. You should check it out!

Relevant post

[a-deeper-shade]

Self-care post, self-care post!

Whether it's a cup of tea and some piano jazz (a favorite of mine), a specific snack that helps you stay grounded, or building a nest on the couch and watching The Pitt while you're dozing in and out because you're just a sweet little puppy, self-care is important and can take many forms.

Today, we're going to practice some of this for ourselves. How? Well, impact play is a great tool for maintenance. What you're going to do is spank yourself, to be blunt. If you have an implement, a flogger, or a paddle, retrieve it, but these aren't necessary. If you've nipple clamps, put them on. Strip down your bottoms, and take a seat in a chair. You'll see where we're going with this.

When striking yourself, it can be difficult to get a proper angle, so you're going to be spanking/slapping (however you want to see it) your inner thighs. They're typically a meatier spot and can be a bit sensitive, depending on your aim. You don't want to push too far to start, so begin with a few lighter hits. Get used to the motion.

When you're ready, increase the force behind your arm. If you're a proper masochist, you can make use the mantra, "This is good for me," every time you hit yourself.

How long do you go for? If you want me to give you a number... 40 hits once you've found your impact/pain level. That's 20 per side. If that's too low? Go for 60. It should be enough to clear your head, leaving you soaked and drifting in a lovely, submissive headspace... and when you're done? Then, perhaps, a nest or some tea and jazz, little one. Relax, and get back to your little normal.

Things will be okay.

[a-deeper-shade]

Cuddles are such a lovely, intimate act. They come with so many perks, too!

I'm warm, so you can snuggle right in. Relax a while.

Let's paint a little scene, shall we?

The day is winding down, which means it's finally, finally! Snuggle time. Attention time? Well, sometimes it's that. Other times, you snuggle close, and my smell hits you, and you're done. A happy sigh, that feeling of quiet spreading through your head. Perfection.

"I'll put a movie on, if that sounds good?"

You barely pay attention as I'm speaking; your other senses are in charge. My smell, the feeling of my muscles under your hands as you gently touch me, and the pets you're getting, and anything else falls away.

"There's that new Mortuary Assistant movie... but it's not a horror night, and you're a soft girl, aren't you?"

You nod against me, hand drifting lower, brushing against a familiar shape. Your mouth waters, and you curl your fingers around it, slowly pumping your hand on instinct.

"I know, I'll just scroll a bit and pick something, shall I? Hmm, a Joe Dante movie might be fun... something light, like Explorers..?"

There's a pause. It's long enough for you to look up into my eyes, and you fall all over again.

"Aww, silly girl. You've already got a blank expression on your face, don't you? You're so weak for me. Well, go on then. Down, girl."

You don't remember the rest of the night, aside from an overwhelming sense of submissive pleasure, and cumming to the point you were crying.

Then again, you know that you don't need to remember it.

Daddy knows best, sweetheart.

[giveherswords]

[a-deeper-shade]

Pain is a clarifying force, darling. You might not know that you need it, but you get so caught up in that pretty little head sometimes. You don't always understand what will help you out of the funk you fall into. You fret, and you overthink, and you just can't choose for yourself.

Why not let me make it easier for you? I can read your expressions, and I know what you're thinking - it's hard not to when I've been giving you thoughts. I know, I know, little one. You're thinking, "I want to be able to make it on my own." I know that you've been working on that, but it takes time, and if you go too far with that desire, you'll simply end up feeling aimless and lonely down the road. Trust me on this, okay?

You need a safe outlet for the stresses that build up inside of you and the urges they feed into. I do, too. Biting, slapping, choking... you're so pretty when I'm hurting you, but sometimes they're not enough.

Let's begin. You have your safe word if you need it, and I'm going to be here every moment. After we're through this, some snacks, hmm? Treats for my good puppy? Oh, and make sure you keep count, or it's back to zero.

[a-deeper-shade]

Making a lengthy, fun reblog after being gone for a while, only to have the tumblr app crash on me was a trip.

There's at least a post going up today 🎉 maybe even multiple posts, we will see how much time I have.

Zero fun rbs about mail and armoring, though, which is saddening.

[a-deeper-shade]

Hypnosis is a skill. Like any skill, this means a number of things.

Some are inherently predisposed to it. Some aren't.

Even if you aren't, you can learn to drop.

Want to try it out?

Trancey language ahead. You've been warned.

It's easy once you learn to let go.

Once you learn to relax.

Learning is an important part of hypnosis. It's why hypnosis is so effective.

Your brain was made to learn things.

Every moment, even now, neurons are firing.

Ideas are being considered.

You're breathing.

Following along.

That's simple to do, right?

All you have to do is read my words.

Like any skill, we start simply.

You won't begin and find yourself humping the air, begging for release. You won't begin by cumming in your pants... probably.

Depends on what you're into.

Where were we? Ah, yes. Hypnosis.

All you have to do is think my words.

Don't worry about how to do it, just look over the words. Hear them in your head.

You don't need to go quickly.

Take a few deeper breaths. Relax a little. It's okay.

If you start to feel something, a heaviness, that's okay, too. It's normal.

It's normal to lose track of your thoughts like this.

Reading, following, relaxing.

It's normal to feel like you can't think, but that's fine.

You don't need to think right now.

This is a simple cycle. An effective one.

Let go of those anxious thoughts you've got running through your head.

Perhaps they feel quite insistent?

Say yes to me.

That's all you need to do.

Say yes, and breathe.

Read my words. Let them in.

It feels good to do that. You'll learn.

All you have to do is agree.

Give it a try for me.

Relaxing? Yes.

Are you feeling heavier?

Yes.

More and more with every passing moment.

Slowly falling?

Yes.

Feeling more open? More accepting?

Yes.

Those sensations spread through you more completely as you follow along.

All you have to do is accept my words, and you relax.

You feel that heaviness.

The more often you do this, the better it will be.

You want it to be better, don't you?

Nod for me.

Good pet.

Re-read this a few times for me, why don't you? It'll help, I promise.

[a-deeper-shade]

Silence leads the mind to wandering. Wondering... and this is particularly prominent in those with submissive tendencies. In this post, we're going to imagine a pretty normal scene. You've sent me a message and are waiting for a reply.

You read over your message again.

I wish I could just get down on the floor for you and hump your boot.

You sent it a bit ago now, and you know I'm working, but usually, I've replied by this point. We've sent little back-and-forths like this hundreds of times.

You can't help how your mind works. Those anxious gears get to turning. Making you think things you know aren't true - but they're there. Am I just busy with work?

The work day is nearly done. Am I disinterested? Or is it something worse?

Have you done something wrong?

You strip, pose, and send a photo along: a shot of you kneeling, with the camera looking down at you. You know it's a favorite of mine.

Still, no reply comes through.

Maybe you did do something wrong?

I would have told you, right?

You realize you're biting your nails, and so you stop.

You should set your phone down, you know that. I recommended you do so the last time you said you were struggling with this.

You try, but it doesn't solve the issue; you just keep looking at it.

Then it buzzes.

A reply!

You little minx. Just wait until I'm home. There's a box by the door. You'll know what to do.

There is a box by the door, under the small table, and in it are a number of items.

Your collar.

A tail plug.

A pair of paws that buckle on, removing the use of your hands.

Your leash.

Every little bit of anxiety melts away. Not from the reply, though it helped address your main worry.

It's the feeling of getting back to our little normal that does it. Coming back to a place where you belong.

It's a little like the way you feel when you kneel for me, and that brings a satisfied little smile to your face.

You're going to be doing a lot of that tonight.

Kneeling. Serving. Getting lost in me all over again.

It's going to be perfect.

[a-deeper-shade]

There has been a good bit of silence from me. Going through... a slow sort of drowning, you might say. But! That's my burden to bear. Let's chat hypnosis.

Hypnosis can be such a wholesome and grounding activity! It helps with stress and stops you from thinking too much... simply lovely. Some might bristle at that, or say, "I need to handle x myself," but humans are social creatures. Nobody makes it through life alone.

So what if you need a bit of a mental reset now and again? It's just some maintenance.

It's good for you.

In similar news, I know I've said it like ten times? But file stuff soon- once I'm done being sick and my voice is back to its smooth, relaxing normal.

[a-deeper-shade]

I recently encountered your blog and love your writing style! I tried to search for a bit but I couldn't find an answer to what I wanted to know, so I thought I asked. Are you strictly straight and only write for woman, or are there some occasional blogs for both sexes?

I'm glad you like my content!

Wow, I really haven't been around for a minute, I don't recall seeing an ask come in. My apologies for the wait. To answer your question, a good amount of my writing is pretty straight-oriented, but not all of it is. I'd say it depends on who I'm writing to/about when it comes to Anon posts, and I'm not terribly active in scrolling Tumblr myself right now... I just don't have the time for it. Moreover, most of the people who follow me and actually have the courage to reach out and start a conversation (or put in asks, which then lead to conversation) are women, so that's how it has turned out. I wouldn't mind writing more non-hetero content, but discussions spur thoughts and those lead to posts 🤭

I hope that answers your question!

[sunflowersandhappycolours-deact]

In case you need this today

- you are not a failure - you are not a waste of space - you are loved - you are wanted - i believe in you - you can do it

[a-deeper-shade]

Just one more.

That's how you get worse. You know that, don't you? You must at this point.

It's just one more.

Just one more edge. One more moment of pleasure. It's not like giving me a single edge makes you that much weaker, right?

Just one more hit. Slowly, adoringly. Like greeting an old lover. Hold it. Let it go again. That's better.

Just one more post. It feels good to scan over those words, even if it's a post you've read before. Then perhaps another. You can feel the words slipping deeper, taking hold.

You can't help yourself. You haven't been able to help yourself for a while now. It's what you keep using as an excuse, isn't it?

It's just one more edge.

One more hit.

One more night of submission to a stranger on the internet.

Come on, pet.

Just one more for me, don't question it. It's good for you to do as I say.

Just one more. On. And on. And on.

[a-deeper-shade]

"Daddy's got to leave for a few hours."

Daddy's leaving?

You whined. The first time a whine like that left you, it was so embarrassing you flushed a dark scarlet, but such reactions are normal now. You don't question them.

You don't question the fact that you've blinked and found yourself suddenly kneeling next to the door, either, looking up at me. My lips aren't moving, but you hear my words in your head as if I've spoken them, anyway.

"Good girls accept what they're given."

Good girls accept what they're given, you echo.

"You be good while I'm away, pup."

Your nodding is immediate, eager, and when my boot presses against your crotch, you roll your hips against it thankfully. A whimper escapes you, but you're more preoccupied with my hand ruffling your hair.

"That's my girl. I'll give you a few more minutes, and then I really do have to go."

In your excitement, you clench down on the plug inside you. I'm right, of course.

You never can help yourself.

You lean against my leg, cheek rubbing against my growing bulge, and you lose yourself in your place. The cycle of rolling hips and panting only pulls you deeper, and it helps you remember the truth of it all: The world outside can be scary, but this place, where you can rely on me to take care of you, think for you, and make use of you... this place is where you belong.

[a-deeper-shade]

Consent is exceptionally important, darling.

It is, of course, important to remember that you've given me explicit consent to decide for you.

That's a good thing. It's good that you trust me.

I will say that you're lucky I'm not the kind of guy to try and make you forget what your safeword is. I have that ability. I'm already in your head. It would be easy to cause you to... misplace something like that.

If I were such a person, I would take my time with it. Wouldn't want you to rebound out of fear for your own safety, you know. Might harm our trust.

I'm curious, though: does any of this make you wonder if you're really the one making the few decisions you have left?

[a-deeper-shade]

You're allowed to yap at me, pet.

Just know that if I've had enough of it, or I need to think about something, my fingers are going into that sexy little mouth of yours.

Yes, you're going to moan. Weeks and months of conditioning have ensured proper response. You'll feel yourself getting more and more soaked while you're sucking softly, sinking, reaching down to slowly rub yourself through the layers of fabric. You'll give me those dreamy doe eyes, and whimper, and we're both going to love every moment of it.

I might even give you little whispers while you're lost in service. Reinforce the weakness in your knees, and remind you of what matters. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure you thank me properly when you think you're in control of yourself again.