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Jenny Ums Her Mind Away

“Um. I, I don’t… um. I can’t seem… um. I don’t know… um.” Jenny’s head lolled to the side, her legs parting involuntarily to reveal her smooth, pale pubic mound and flushed, bright pink pussy lips. She stared vacantly into space for a moment, her synapses fuzzing into static as each ‘um’ produced a burst of pleasure that stopped her thoughts stone dead and forced her to effectively reboot her brain from scratch. The dizzying, overwhelming waves of ecstasy made her so groggy, so weak and vulnerable and open to suggestions… but she kept trying to think. She kept trying to speak. She kept trying, and kept failing.

“Something’s, I… um. Something’s not… um. I don’t, I… um. Please, I can’t… um.” She didn’t notice the pattern–Jenny wasn’t even sure she could count to three with her brain reduced to such a sputtering, stuttering, misfiring mess of arousal and euphoria. But her subconscious understood exactly what was happening to her. Every three syllables, it derailed her train of thought into another confused, mumbled ‘um’ and rewarded her with another orgasmic burst of pleasure for her compliance with the suggestion. Her unconscious mind didn’t know why Jenny might want to have complex ideas, why she might want to express them in words to anyone else; it only knew that obedience felt good and it liked the way it made her feel when it did as it was told. And it was so, so much stronger than Jenny’s confused, feeble, scattered little will right now.

“I, I can’t… um. It’s, I, what’s… um. What’s happen… um. What, what is… um. What, I, what’s… um.” She couldn’t even process the depth of her own subjugation. Every time Jenny tried to comprehend the mental static that fogged up her mind and emptied out her brain, she ran out of room inside her head and lost the concept in another wet, sticky ‘um’ that dripped out of her pussy and left her vacant and docile and dumb. Even when she recovered from each visit to the mental void that swallowed her up, Jenny found herself stuck in the same place. Stuck on the same notion. And every time, it got harder and harder to think.

“I, you, you… um. You did s-some… um. You’re making… um. Making me… um. I, I can’t… um?” No matter how hard she struggled to hold onto some semblance of reason, clinging as tightly as she could to the infinitesimal progress her sluggish train of thought made, it was pushing uphill on a track with greased rails. Jenny inevitably backslid down into the valley of empty, sleepy bliss that was deep trance, and she fractionated herself into oblivion with her own efforts to climb back out. Her Master didn’t even need to do a thing anymore. All he had to do was smile knowingly at her and watch as she mindfucked herself into emptiness.

“Um, um, I… um. I, um, I… um. I, I, um… um. Um, um, um… um? Uh, um, uhhh… um?” Eventually, she reached the same point she always reached in their little game together. Jenny’s thoughts circled the drain, going round and round but always descending into perfect, blissful vacancy in the end. She broke her own brain, over and over, until even the part of her that understood that she was trying to struggle against her Master’s suggestions melted down into slick, dreamy bliss and she went limp. And then, a perfectly mindless fucktoy at last, she opened up to be fucked.

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Looks like a ghost city in here

I do miss my golden Tumblr hypno days every now and then I swore I would not come back and I won’t, but I do

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What a year March has been

it’s still march???

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Well fuck.

#I would fuck but I can't go out

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Just watch the pendulum as it swings back and forth

Back and forth

Imagining the tick of the metronome in your mind

Isn’t it lovely?

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Design graphics Geya Shvecova (BLACK HOLE_290220)

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How do you explain a Hypno Fetish?

Is that even the right term?

If you have been following me lately you will have noticed that one thing I am trying to do with this blog is look deeper into the hypno fetish, the community, and the journey of discovering you have an interest in hypnosis/mind control. One thing I have not done is really define what it is about hypnosis/mind control that is appealing.

I was talking with a friend recently about revealing her fetish to her boyfriend and it made me think about the times I have tried to explain it to people. What I usually tell people these days is:

“It’s the bondage of the mind” As if that’s going to help people who might already be a little kinky understand it by comparing it to more recognizable aspects of BDSM.

“I like the idea of a deeper control. I want someone to obey me not based on fear, desire, or anything else but a pure expression of submission.” but that does not really convey all the nuance in the fetish. For example I do want someone to obey me out of desire, I love the idea that someone is so hypnotized and brainwashed that they feel nothing but pleasure by obeying me.

I think part of the problem is there are so many aspects to the fetish that it’s difficult to boil it down into something easy to define and explain.

There is the robotic obedience. No emotion, simply following instructions, with no personality.

There is the blissful mindlessness. Nothing is going on in the mind except pleasure and feeling good. Almost as if the subject is on a drug.

There is the mind control that changes someones personality. Maybe they still become a loyal servant but there mind otherwise functions normally. Maybe you turn a goth girl into a bimbo or maybe you turn that preppy girl into a punk with a Mohawk.

And these are only three examples of the countless things that someone can do with hypnosis. There are people who are into freezing someone, making them forget things, and dozens more.

Even explaining some different examples of it does not really convey why one likes it. I think at the end of the day everyone has their own variation on the fetish and can explain your take best in your own way. That begs the question, How do YOU explain your hypno fetish to others?

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Hypnosis/Mind Control Dialogue Prompts

- “I feel…so weird…”

- “You are my slave.”

- “My head! It hurts!”

- “You are mindless.”

- “I can’t make it stop!”

- “Don’t try to resist it.”

- “Get out of my head!”

- “You can’t look away.”

- “I don’t know them at all…”

- “Call me your master.”

- “I obey you. Only you…”

- “You’ll remember nothing.”

- “What are you doing to me…?”

- “Your eyes feel so, so heavy.”

- “My friends…mean nothing…”

- “All you really want is to sleep.”

- “Please…please stop, just let me go…”

- “That’s it…Going deeper and deeper.”

- “All you can hear is the sound of my voice.”

- “Surrendering feels so very good, doesn’t it?”

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Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Trippy_Tunnel_241119)

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I have always been partial to stories which feature the removal of many layers of clothing as an important plot element. One of my favorite Scandinavian folktales is about a queen who, through some magical conception mishap, gives birth to twins. The younger twin is beautiful and normal in every way, but the older twin is just. Y’know. A big horrible snake with arms.

When the younger twin grows up and wants to get married, the lindworm returns and insists that he, as the elder prince, must be married first. When a massive horrible snake with arms lays down the law like that there isn’t really any room for disagreement, but it turns out to be awfully hard to find a bride willing to marry him. The king and queen search far and wide for a woman who will take a husband who is 50 feet long, doesn’t have legs, and may or may not eat his would-be wives when they are appalled by him, but eventually they find a local shepherd’s daughter who is either coerced, a monsterfucker, or just very open-minded and agrees to marry the lindworm.

Depending on the version, the bride either seeks out the advice of a witch or comes up with the idea all by herself, and goes to the bedchamber on her wedding night dressed in many layers of dresses. Her big horrible snake with arms husband is waiting for her and bids her to disrobe, but she asks him to shed a skin as well. Her sexy Russian nesting doll cosplay has so many layers that by the time she is naked, he has shed all of his skins and is 1.) either a sexy naked human dude underneath or 2.) is this meaty blob of helpless worm meat that must be whipped and bathed in chemicals before he transforms into a sexy naked human dude. Either way, they presumably live happily ever after and the younger prince can finally get married.

I’d like to know how the elder prince adjusted to having a human body. He was born a lindworm and lived his entire life slithering around—he’s never worn pants! He’s never had to sit on a toilet! What’s he gonna do now that he’s a sexy 20-something heir to the throne? Is it a shock for him when he looks down and he’s just got one sexual organ? His butt is in the back now, he’s got to shave, he’s got to eat with a fork and a knife and chew his food instead of unhinging his jaw and swallowing it whole.... is it weird for him? Is his honeymoon spent learning to walk on two legs? Is his instinct to crawl out of bed and drag himself across the floor by his arms? Does he roll onto his back and play dead when he gets scared? Does he wrap his torso around his lunch and attempt to constrict it? Is his wife... into this?