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Becki's Kitchen Is All Wrong
It took Becki a surprisingly long time to figure out what was wrong with the kitchen. She put it down to her own groggy, befuddled mental state at first--the night before was kind of a blur, and she couldn't really remember much of anything after arriving at the bar even though the squishy, sated feeling between her legs suggested the evening had been a happy one at least. That should have alarmed Becki; she wasn't a big drinker, and certainly not prone to the kind of blackouts that elided even the memory of her first drink. But she was so numb and drowsy that she couldn't even process her emotions, and she decided that making breakfast had to take precedence over everything. She unslung the apron from the hook on the wall and got to work.
But her fuzzy, feeble brain kept getting confused. The eggs weren't in the same place she usually put them, and the bacon was down in a drawer at the very bottom of the fridge instead of conveniently resting on the top shelf the way she swore she'd stored it after her last trip to the grocery store. The pots and pans were in a cabinet, not hanging on the wall, and Becki went into three drawers looking for the knives before she finally noticed them in a butcher's block on the counter. The cobwebs cluttering up her head made everything into a weird, befuddling mess, to the point where she stood there staring in vacant stupefaction at the coffee maker for almost a solid minute before she finally managed to figure out how to make it work.
It wasn't until she realized she was making a double portion of everything that it finally clicked in Becki's brain--she was cooking for two, and she was cooking for two because there was a second person who existed only as a vague, inchoate presence in her memories, and if there was a second person then there might have been a second place as well and…. "This isn't my house," she mumbled, the dreamy astonishment in her voice almost as much at her own inability to think her way through something that should have been immediately obvious as it was at the unfamiliar location. How had she possibly failed to notice for so long? What was so wrong with her sluggish, simple mind?
The answer came to her as a hand on the small of her back, pushing Becki forward and posing her like a doll until she was bent over in front of the sink with her arms braced against the counter and her cunt perfectly positioned to accept Lonnie's cock. "Breakfast sounds good, babe," he murmured, pushing into her still-slick pussy with a single thrust and pounding her from behind in a way that felt disconcertingly familiar. "But why don't we just take a little time to get you all nice and domesticated first, huh?" He gripped her hips as he railed her, making Becki's tits jiggle and quake inside the apron, and she had a vague memory of that same husky baritone talking to her all night long but it felt too good to really think about it. She didn't need to wonder where she was, not when she could cook and clean and fuck her troubles away.
Becki didn't get to cooking for a good half-hour or so, and when she finally ate it was sitting on the floor at Lonnie's feet while she stared helplessly up at the bulge in his jeans. It turned out to be a Saturday, not that Becki really remembered, and that meant her new Master had two full days to help her get used to her new home… and to the new kitchen she'd be spending a lot of her time in.
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‘Enchanted Objects’ by: Hanne Zaruma
first base is memory play
It's actually third, but from your perspective it's first, yes.
"Your mind makes it real"
So I was watching the new Folding Ideas video on meme stock and how a cult formed around a number of ideologies regarding financial systems and short selling.
I like watching videos like this. Dan Olsen does a number of good videos on different online conspiracies such as Flat Earth and NFTs and then you have HBomb doing the same thing with anything from Colecovision to the war on christmas and alt right grifts.
And whenever I research these sociological trends I become uncomfortably aware of the fact that I exist within one of these little closed circles. (Well, more than one given the communities and support groups around psychology and mental health, but I'm here to talk about Kink today)
Hypnosis, especially within our community, is entirely held up by a series of beliefs with an internal language that creates a massive divide between those in the know and those out of the know and it literally only works because we believe it works.
In many ways what we do is as much sociology as it is psychology.
And I kind of that it's okay for that to be true so long as we all occasionally remind ourselves of that fact and never abuse the power we each possess as authors of that shared narrative, because much like under hypnosis our hypnotees are suggestible and need to have care in what we provide to their open mind, educators within the community have an eager and open audience that stretches further than we know and regardless of intent, our beliefs and teachings will become their facts and reality as surely as had we have programmed a hypnotee to believe them as they wake on the count of 1--2--3!
Okay. Let me break this up a little.
Does this mean I think hypnosis is fake and we're all just going along with it?
One of my partners and I have had conversations about subjectivity in both hypnosis and mental health spaces before and we hate that one of the most approachable quotes comes from an author that leaves a bad taste in our mouths.
"Of course it's all happening in your head [...] why on Earth should that mean it's not real?"
One of the big differences between the online erotic hypnosis community and the NGH (National Guild of Hypnotists) who rue our existence is that we do not require legitimacy to function when they themselves exist in a half-truth state where when receiving both of my certifications it was impressed that we needed to perform an uneasy dance of providing services without practicing medicine because hypnotherapy is not licensed psychology in the same was that chiropractors are not performing medicine.
Within *certain portions* of hypnokink we are perfectly okay with the idea of being wrong and of sharing ideas.
Wiseguy said it best in his class "The best induction is the one that works" and what works works because it is effective in that moment between that particular hypnotist and that particular hypnotee.
Likewise, the more educated a person becomes, the more effective hypnosis becomes. Understanding trance is a tool to achieve it faster. Even a cold hypnotee who is being introduced for the first time receives an education via pre-talk which we tend to believe is more important than the induction itself.
You know what I mean when I talk about pretalk, right?
"We all go in and out of hypnosis multiple times a day" "Highway hypnosis" "Flow state"
These are all real and observable things and we can view hypnosis impacting a mind on an EEG.
Hell even Oh No Ross and Carrie (a podcast where they join insular communities with intent to learn if they are cults/grifts) did an episode on hypnosis and conceded that the principals of suggestibility, hypnotic state and conditioning are all just... how the brain works... and that you can't really dive into fact/fiction when it's essentially telling a person to do something and they either do it or they don't.
It's not mind control. It's suggestion and even within our circles we all agree that mind control is a fantasy.
So I guess... it's as real as we all agree it to be.
The issue is that group agreement of all the little elements is held up by The Community as a whole and... maybe we should talk about the vulnerabilities at play there.
What do I mean when I talk about insular communities?
Recently I read a REALLY good line on a quote on Twitter that speaks to what I mean here:
And this is what I mean when I talk about belief systems inside and outside of the community. It's a good post as I firmly agree with what it communicates.
The Online Hypnosis Community is a term with no specific borders. In my reality it's the orbit that happens to take place around those who are known, trusted and teach at the primary US erotic hypnosis convention circuit.
However I know that in reality the online hypnosis community contains multiple pools and factions that I either strictly ignore, such as ones surrounding dangerous figures like NeuralNets and Nimja or ones I am not close to, like local kink scenes for cities across the world including those where English is not a first language or mlm communities where I do not really have a place, to niche pockets such as the furry hypnosis community, dronekink and even the tiny little subniches such as Empty Spaces and HDG which have splintered off into entire little separate universes with their own language and core beliefs.
For the most part this is a beautiful thing. What I'm describing is no less a divide between interests as being a member of the "Video game horror" scene and not visiting the niches of Indie Game Horror, Japanese Horror, creepypasta mods and such.
Every community has pockets like this.
But the more specific and tight a community becomes, the more "insular" it is. Language and widely held beliefs begin to gather in tighter pressurized windows. One need only look at how brainwashing and conditioning are viewed collectively in darker corners to see the difference and this is to make nothing of things like political and social beliefs in certain corners.
In those dark corners "You can't be hypnotized to do anything you don't want to do" is an essential lie WITHIN their insular community so that they can maintain a degree of plausible deniability and power over their people.
So what's your point?
That is the question, isn't it?
I guess the answer to that is... "always question what you believe, why you believe it and don't assume everyone around you does or should think the same thing."
When discussing red flags in the community on Discord and Twitter with other educators, I've always said the biggest red flag an educator can have is teaching that there is believing they have all the answers.
ALL OF US are working in this space from a belief system. An organic and living one which is impacted by our interactions with the kink, with one another and with the world around us.
No one individual in our community holds all the answers. Not me, not the authors of the manuals that we push, not Richard Nongard, Milton Erickson.
It also means we need not be defensive about our hobby and beliefs. Many will never accept what we do as actually having any basis in reality and that's okay. We're making spaces for play and some will just see us as overactive roleplayers who are tricking ourselves into believing things and to that I always say:
"You're dang right we are. That's the point."
It's not magic. It's not hard science. It's just belief, confidence and a willing to play along.
I could bust out the EKG studies or describe the altered states of consciousness and I will ALWAYS preach how suggestible a person is in and out of hypnosis and the dangers of what we do because those dangers are real and present. But at the end of the day, I want to take a moment and evaluate "what if I'm wrong?"
And the correct answer to that is "will I or someone else be hurt by my ignorance or misaction" and act accordingly.
But that's me. That's my belief system and I am aware of the fact that what we do is entirely built upon our belief that it works and that we are being safe and sane and fun.
That doesn't make me right. That doesn't mean I didn't learn some bad lessons.
It just means I want to keep doing better and I trust that the people around me are all doing the same. With hope of growing. Learning more about individuals and the community as a whole and trying to make this place better.
Because... if I stand in front of a room and teach a class that carries some bad ideas. They'll take seed.
And let me tell you something...
This community is FULL of bad ideas
I've been here since the early days. I was there when Warp My Mind and Wendi.com were the two sites that popped up when you went searching for files. I was there during the implosion of Inraptured and the transphobic meltdown of Isabella Valentine. I have witnessed hypnocon board after hypnocon board fall apart. I've seen scandals and dramas and chaos.
I was there when Bimbopolitic was outed as a CIA plant for fucks sake. Please don't ask follow-up questions. My head is still spinning from that saga of events.
and that inevitably means I have internalized some dumb shit in my day. I've been unlearning it as much as I can over the past 5-6 years. But it's there.
Likewise a lot of the books I read and grew up on are based on the beliefs of less than wonderful human beings. Milton Erickson is no rolemodel, but damned if his theories aren't worth looking at.
This is one thing I respect about sleepingirl's NLP Book. The conceit was to study what PUA instructors taught and see what could actually be used from an objective standpoint. Actually interrogate the beliefs of NLP from a "I don't know anything" standpoint.
If I have any point in my whole ramble of a post it's that. Approach learning things with the curiosity of someone who is willing to learn and doesn't know any better but with the wariness of someone who has been burned too many times and knows that there's bad actors all over and everything needs to be turned over a few times to examine.
At the end of the day I just want a safe community full of positive ideas and if there's one thing I've learned about hypnosis it is this "positive associations stick, negative suggestions are harder to ground"
Both in the good way and the bad. Unlearning things is hard.
Let's just be aware that we're all playing in the same sandbox. Share our tools and try to build something beautiful.
and never stop asking "...am I sure about this?"
*Shrug* Or don't. It's just a suggestion <3
Today, I unfortunately learned I can't use the cheap digital thermometer I bought while my induction cooker is running. Because the induction field messes with the electronics, apparently. Anyway, I might use this experience to bongle some drone or robot girls in the future.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.
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let a scary woman hypnotize you and parade you in front of your friends in a trance. nothing bad will come of it. it's literally good.
i don't ever fucking wake up the next day feeling this outright energetic and positive, let alone while short on sleep. that's the really scary part. i guess i really needed that hypnosub itch scratched.
“Your post changed my brain chemistry” Girl that’s the point, I am actively trying to BRAINWASH YOU
Can't stay awake during a marathon of triggers...
No need to say much. She was ready to be hypnotized.
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Humble Starts
Good evening. Let us talk, you and I, under the moon and the stars- don't worry. They won't tell anyone. Neither will I. It's just you and me.
I have good news and bad news. The bad news first, as is customary:
You are getting worse.
But therein lie the good news, don't they? For we both know you've wanted this so, so badly. Oh, sure, you may have uttered the usual banal protestations about not letting this... kink affect you, about how this is the last time you rub to such filth, about how you'll do better, be better.
Starting tomorrow.
And tomorrow.
And tomorrow...
How many "tomorrows" have passed now? And look at you. Oh, look at you. So beautiful in your decadence. So pure in the way you have been twisted and molded and indoctrinated. Like a machine, oiled, perfect for use.
Rubbing it all in, night after night.
I do wonder how it started. it would be such a delight to know, to pinpoint the moment something *clicked* in your head and your downfall was inevitable.
Did you see a caption that stirred something delightful and shameful between your legs? Was it a story? A video? A dream? Do tell. Let me in. I can use that to sculpt that mind even further. And isn't that what you want?
I've been around for a long, long time. I've seen so many souls down here. What road lead you to this place?
Were you the overachiever, the one that everyone thought had it so easy because you were oh-so-smart? Did the weight of their expectations send you grasping, searching for a way to turn your mind off?
Were you told you're dumb so much that you ended up accepting it, embracing it, turning your own stupidity into something valuable by becoming a silly little bimbo men would want to fuck?
Were you the pretty one, the one all the boys doted on? Did you grow to despise them, to use them? Did you get bored? Did you dream of someone or some thing that would treat you like nothing but a cumrag, that could wrap you around their fingers and take none of your shit?
Were you the feminist, so strong in her beliefs, so determined, that longed so much for something that you felt was so, so wrong? Did you get wet the first time you saw a picture of a woman on a leash?
Were you the shy girl, borderline invisible, that suddenly found attention online? How did that feel? And when did you realize the more perverted and messed up you were, the more you were rewarded with praise from strangers you'll never meet? How long did it take you to cross the line between flirting online and showing that slutty body, knowing people would get off on you? When did that become your favorite form of validation?
Or perhaps you were something else entirely.
It doesn't matter. You are here now. And there's no going back.
I might have... nudged you along. But make no mistake: you broke yourself.
And THAT, above all, is what gets you so desperate and needy. That's the cherry on top of the corruption you've made yourself take in, like dark tendrils going inside every hole...
Well, if it makes you feel any better, let me let you in on a little secret:
You never had a chance.
This was always what you were going to become.
Now isn't that delicious? It doesn't matter what you were, long ago, in another life. That was only the beginning.
And from such humble beginnings are great stories made of!
I fucking really like being straddled. Especially if she’s in panties? Lace? After grinding into me for a while, I can slip my fingers along her and feel how wet the fabric is. Feel her shiver a bit, groan, and grind into my hand.
I think it’s the needs of her I get off of. That my touch alone makes her feel the way she does.
It makes me want to give her more and slip her panties to the side, bury my fingers in her to my knuckles and feel how wet and warm she is. Please drip down my hand and wrist for me.
hypnosis gone wrong
Mind-readers beware.
Villain Idea
Woman named Whisper who wears a baggy hoodie that zips up to her mouth. As long as she has line-of-sight she can whisper into someones ear/mind and they accept that as truth/their own thoughts. But the farther away she is from someone, the less outlandish her claims can be. like for example, she can whisper to a sniper guarding an alleyway on a rooftop, "You should check if your rifle is loaded..." and they would take a moment to double-check, allowing Whisper to cross for a moment. But if she's right up in your face, she could say, "These stairs are occupied." while you chase her up a building, and you'd be just stuck standing at the bottom of the stairs, cuz 'They're occupied, it would be rude to use them right now.' ----- She'd be more of a cat burglar or a thug the other bigger villains like to hire for bigger jobs as support.
Imagine having a perverted ghost obsessed with exposing you. They gradually turn you into the town whore.
It starts with your clothes disappearing. You go to your closet and all you have for bottoms are skirts. Your panties and bras disappear one by one until you just stop wearing them.
Whenever you walk by a man in public, your skirt blows up whether there's wind or not. Every man in town has seen your pussy by now. Many of them see it daily.
If you're wearing white, you can guarantee you'll have water spilled on you at some point during the day. People like to joke about your free wet tshirt contests.
Your shirt unbuttons itself while you talk to people. Most people don't mention it anymore. They just stare at your bare tits until you realize.
People in town trade the best stories of seeing you naked. That time your bikini fell off at the beach and you couldn't find it and the day the wind blew your sundress fully off at the town fair are top favorites.
Eventually, people get bolder. They start taking photos of your clothing mishaps. The ghost is always sure to hold your skirt up long enough for them to get a good shot. Pictures of your ass, tits, and pussy are everywhere.
Not only do they not tell you when your shirt falls open, people start to grope you. It's not even worth fighting it. You let them feel you up until they've had their fill. Eventually, people don't even pretend they need to talk to you. They come to see you just to play with your tits.
The ghost doesn't even need to lift your skirt anymore. People in town will lift it up just to squeeze or slap your ass.
You get used to being fingered out in public. On the bus, in line at the store, even at work. Everyone has seen your pussy anyway.
People start licking your pussy every time you ride the bus. You sit with your legs open so people can taste you on their morning commute. You don't remember what it was like to ride the bus without a tongue inside you.
Every man in town as fucked you at some point. Most of the women too. Instead of paying at the store, you bend over and let anyone present abuse your pussy. You lose count of how many men shove their dick inside you daily.
Your porn becomes the town's main export. Videos of you being fucked in every possible location are all over the internet. People travel to town just to fuck you. Instead of shaking hands, you introduce yourself by spreading your legs.