44m. Switch

hypno, whatever floats my boat, lurker

[bluedresskitty]

Through The Haze

The sensation was inescapable.

Most of the time, the dull, aching neediness permeated everything. Every conversation. Every action. Every thought. It was just there; a constant pressure that pushed on her mind from all directions, oscillating just enough that she was unable to ignore it.

It was a continuous, inescapable reminder of her predicament.

She knew there must be a way to scratch this itch. But with every attempt to think about anything else, she felt something in her mind redirect her thoughts as though a pair of impossibly strong hands reached out, grabbed her mind's eye, and held it forcefully in place, her unblinking gaze fixed onto the very thoughts that fuelled her arousal.

She knew this wasn't natural, but her inability to focus on those details ensured she was never able to quite piece it together. This might have worried her had her mind been clear, but arousal was too overwhelming. She knew the pleasure that it promised could only be achieved if she relented and gave in.

But that pleasure teased her mercilessly, always just out of her grasp.

And so each time she began to contemplate her situation, her mind focused instead on those thoughts and visions that were exactly the opposite of what she needed to dissipate the pressure. The oscillations increased, the pressure mounted, and the visions intensified.

Her arousal surged out of control. Tingling waves of sensation rippled across her skin as she gasped, taking in the fantasies that her mind forced upon her. Unable to look away, the mounting tsunami of need washed over her amidst several pathetic, aching whimpers.

Then she heard something. A voice snapped her mind away from the arousal momentarily in a way she was unable to do on her own. The arousal did not dissipate, but her focus returned and she felt the world fading back into view.

Through the haze she became aware of someone standing in front of her, shifting slightly as they spoke. She couldn't make out the words, but she noticed their hands moving. Her eyes watched them moving back and forth as her mind began to drift once more.

A scorching wave of heat raced across her skin again as her arousal consumed her and the lurid scenes reappeared in her mind once again.

Who was that talking to her? Where was she? The questions faded and their answers did not seem important anymore. The buzzing through her body assured her that she only needed to nurture this heat and arousal. That the only way out was to chase the pleasure. She closed her eyes and begged silently to feel the pleasure that her heat demanded. 

Deep down, however, she felt the truth, though she couldn’t understand it in her current state — this was exactly what she had asked for, and there was no escape.

There was only more arousal.

[puari-vol]

Peer Pressure

CW: Hypnosis

I stood quietly and unobtrusively off in a corner of the ‘slumber party’ trying my best not to bother anyone. Occasionally I glanced over at my friend Kelsey who was talking animatedly with some girls and wondered why she had insisted I come along. Of course I had agreed at the time, it seemed like a good way to make friends. But now that I was here…I couldn’t bring myself to try talking to anyone. I fixed my eyes on the cup of water in my hand. This was all… fine, I was just being Kelsey's designated driver. I was being helpful, like a good friend should be. It didn’t matter if I had fun or not. 

I zoned out enough that when Kelsey tapped me on the shoulder I jumped

“Did you really just stand in the corner this whole time? Geez come on you goof its time for the movie!” 

She took my arm and dragged me toward the TV. Both couches were full so I ended up sitting cross legged on the ground in front of them. Kelsey was about to sit next to me before she was suddenly pulled away to sit with some other girls, so now I was just sitting next to two strangers. They didn't seem to mind me, but they didn't introduce themselves either.

The lights go off and the movie starts, the chatter dies down as everybody watches. It seemed like there was something wrong with the audio, there was an odd droning sound playing under the movie. But it wasn’t loud enough to be annoying and nobody else seemed to notice so I kept quiet. The movie was honestly kinda boring, I glanced around and accidentally made eye contact with someone doing the same thing. I felt myself blush and turned back to pay attention. The movie kept going and after a while I started to space out. I was so out of it that when something changed it took me a while to notice. The movie wasn’t playing anymore, or maybe…this was part of the movie? The screen just showed a pink and purple spiral spinning around and around. The droning had gotten louder. How long had the spiral been on the screen? I couldn’t remember. I looked to the girl on my right, about to ask if something was wrong with the movie. But she was just staring at the screen, focused. I noticed everyone else was doing much the same. I quickly turned back to the screen, not wanting to embarrass myself. As I watched I tried to remember what had been happening in the movie for this to make sense, the spiral and been going for at least a few minutes now, but the more I tried the more the details of the movie seemed fuzzy and distant. I stared intently at the screen, trying to find out what everyone else was looking at…

I blinked when there was suddenly someone sitting in front of me. I only noticed because she waved her hand in front of my face after she sat down. She was backlit by the spiral on the screen and she smiled at me. 

“Hey there” she said softly “First time here?”

I just nodded feeling strangely dizzy.

“Kelsy said she was bringing someone knew, is that you?”

I nodded again, she was gazing intently at me and I started to feel self conscious, I averted my eyes and saw that everyone else was still just staring at the spiral

“Well Kelsy has good taste, you’ll be lovely”

I blush, not expecting the compliment

“Um thanks” I mumble no longer able to meet her eyes. She was grinning at me now

“Are you ready?”

“Uh…for what?”

“To learn about the button that turns off your brain” 

I blinked as I tried to sort through the nonsense statement

“The what?”

She giggled and pointed off to my left 

“Just watch, you’ll get the idea”

I looked and saw she was pointing at the girls sitting on one of the couches, all of their eyes were glued to the spiral. As I watched, another girl came up behind them. Starting with the girl on the far left, she leaned down and whispered something into her ear. Then reached over and tapped her on the forehead. At once, she went limp. Head lolling forward, eyes closed. She slumped into the girl sitting next to her, who jolted as if suddenly startled awake, eyes blinking rapidly. But the girl behind the couch simply reached over and tapped her on the forehead as well. And suddenly both girls seemed to be fast asleep leaning into each other. The girl behind the couch smiled and gave them both a pat on the head before moving on to the rest of the couch

“You see? All good girls like you have a button that turns off their brain” 

I was staring open mouthed at the girls now asleep on the couch

“But…but I’m not-”

“Shhhhh”

I felt a hand on my cheek, and my head was turned to face the girl in front of me again. I was blushing like crazy now and I stammered something incoherent. The girl just smiled kindly

“Don’t worry, you won't be bothered by that kind of stuff soon”

Hand still on my cheek, she turned my head to the right, where I watched the girl sitting right next to me get tapped on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she slumped back, mouth open and drooling.

“Isn’t she pretty?” 

She put her hand below my chin and made me nod, I hardly noticed I was just staring at the girl

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, all sleepy like that?”

She made me nod again

“Don’t you want to look like that?”

I nodded, I wasn’t sure if she made me or not

She turned my head to face her again. Her other hand was held up in front of me, her index finger pointed at me. My eyes focused on the tip of her finger

“W-wait”

“Nighty night”

She tapped me on the forehead

[sillymeganthebimbodollmaid]

Fffuck...

[strawbspassion]

hypnosis that turns your brain off as abruptly as yanking out the power cable from a computer. Light fades, fans spin to a halt, the sound of air moving through the machine drops to silence.

Attempts to restart the machine will prove useless until that power cable is reattached. The parts of the whole lie there, completely and literally powerless to do anything so long as this state of disconnection continues.

[mindchangetheseventh]

I dont think the hypnosis is working

The warm relaxing feeling that just kept washing over her is slowly fading.

It feels like waking up from a dream, and yet different.

As if it takes effort to guide her way through that warm fog inside her mind.

Although with each passing second it felt easier to collect more of her thoughts again.

Until finally she managed to open her still heavy eyelids.

How are you feeling? You dozed off there.

There was his voice again.

When she heard it, it fully lifted the fog in her mind.

They made a bet if hypnosis is real, but before they could even start, they drifted off into a discussion.

'Until I was too bored with his reasoning and must have dozed off.'

"Uhm yes, sorry. So, what were you saying?"

She wasnt sure if she saw a hint of a grin on his face after her question.

Be honest, you dozed off. Have you even heard half of what I said? You do remember our bet, right?

She wasnt sure why, but with her fault being pointed out that bluntly, she wasnt sure what to think.

Like her mind hit a mental block that lasted for just a bit too long.

Awww, what is wrong? Is it still difficult to think after your little nap?

That stung even more as she knew that isnt how she normally is.

But this type of honesty was just completely new to her.

To point out things like that without being polite.

And somehow, this behaviour started a fire between her legs she was trying to ignore.

"Yes, of course I remember our bet. I just have to say one sentence and that is it."

There it was again.

The hint of a grin before he answered.

Yes, that is right. Good girl, you remembered. Do you want to hear it?

What kind of behaviour is that?

'What is he thinking, calling me a good girl like that? What the heck? And why the fuck does that make me so horny?'

Her thoughts were racing in this unusal situation.

"Yes, yes, let me hear it so this whole farce is over."

She was annoyed it took so long.

All she wanted right now was to get away, somewhere alone, just so she could scratch the itch between her legs.

'Fuck, why am I just getting hornier? What is wrong with me?'

Then here you go. The sentence is: I dont think the hypnosis is working. I made it even something you should have no problem to say, right?

'What is he thinking? As if I wouldnt be able to say such a sentence. I am pretty sure I even said it already tonight at some point.'

"Of course I can do that. And when I do it, we are done?"

Yes, of course. As promised.

"Alright then, here we go. I dont think ahhhhhhhh"

The moan just escaped her lips.

In just that moment, she felt her cunt clenching, completly surprising her.

And? That isnt the whole sentence, is it?

"Ahh ahh the hypnosis is working."

She pressed the second half of the sentence out of her mouth, trying not to show the pleasure she felt.

'What the fuck was that?'

Suddenly there was jsut this pulse of pleasure washing through her, making her mind completely drift off.

Now, I wouldnt call that really saying the sentence, would you?

She knew he was right.

That would hardly count for the bet.

But now she was even hornier then before.

'Just one time. I just have to say this stupid sentence one time.'

"I dont think..."

And again, her breath shortened by a sudden pleasure, as another wave of lust washed over her.

It takes a few seconds until she is able to regain her full composure.

"The hypnosis is working."

Her breath is heavier and a few drops of sweat are building on her skin.

She feels herself growing hotter, the longer it takes.

You said it was so easy, and yet you arent able to even say such a simple sentence.

That fueled something in her.

She just had to do it now.

"I dont think... ahhhhhh fuck.... ahhh..... mmmmmm.... the hypnosis is working."

Not good enough. Again.

The rising pleasure distracted her so she didnt even recognize it as a command.

"I dont think... fuck ahhhh mmmmmm the hypnosis is working."

Again.

"I dont think.... ahh... fuck... the hypnosis is working."

Again.

"I dont think.... fuck... the hypnosis is working."

Over and over she just heard again and repeated the sentence.

In combination with the pulsing heat she felt each time, her capability to think dwindled rapidly.

Again.

"I dont think. The hypnosis is working."

Again.

"I dont think. The hypnosis is working."

Good girl. It seems like I won the bet.

She was far too gone by then to even have any thought left in her mind.

As they formed a big pool right underneath her.

[kinofanubis]

Hypnotizing and dropping myself~♡ ✨️🩷

[strawbspassion]

hypnosis that turns your brain off as abruptly as yanking out the power cable from a computer. Light fades, fans spin to a halt, the sound of air moving through the machine drops to silence.

Attempts to restart the machine will prove useless until that power cable is reattached. The parts of the whole lie there, completely and literally powerless to do anything so long as this state of disconnection continues.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Taylor Finds a Purpose

In the end, it was the special sense of fulfillment that defeated Taylor. She had willpower to spare, yes, but she also had a degree in LGBT Studies that didn't open any doors for her professionally and an unsatisfying job that was literally just pushing papers for eight hours a day and a drifting sense of discontent that left her filling her free time with weed and porn and video games. When Paul murmured to her, "Pleasing cock is your purpose," it stuck in Taylor's hypnotized brain not because she was weak and helpless but because it felt so good to finally have a purpose that she instantly clung to the one he provided.

Not that this was the plan when she first began to sink into that reverent hush inside her mind. She thought Paul was mostly just kidding, offering some kind of roleplay scenario where he was the Evil Hypnotist and she was the nubile young grad student who couldn't keep her eyes off his mesmerizing cock. She agreed blithely, assuming she'd wind up just listening to his dirty talk and giving him oral for a little while before they got down to the business of fucking they were both there for--that was the think about a hookup app, you met some freaky guys sometimes and that was fine so long as you both got what you were there for. Taylor was bored, she was horny, and her favorite toys weren't getting the job done. She needed dick and she'd put up with some rigmarole to get it.

Only… it didn't turn out to be bullshit. When Paul started talking to her in that low, soothing voice of his, murmuring softly while Taylor followed the twitching tip of his prick, she legitimately started to feel her eyes getting tired and heavy. She genuinely felt her focus and attention narrowing down to the tiny beads of precum dribbling from his cock, flowing out and reminding her of the arousal pulsing away between her thighs, and it didn't seem like very long at all before Taylor was blinking long, slow, lazy blinks that emptied out her head and left her staring at Paul's dick in vacant fascination. By the time she actually extended her tongue to give him that first lick, there was nothing affected or fake about her descent into trance.

And he knew it, too. He began coaxing her with warm, gentle praise, telling her what a good job she was doing pleasing him, associating each flick of her tongue against his sensitive glans with an accompanying throb of ecstasy in her own clit until Taylor genuinely felt like sucking dick made her cunt wet. Her eyes went glassy and unfocused, her thoughts slowed to a stop, and she discovered that she frankly kind of adored being down between Paul's legs giving him a long, sloppy blowjob. It contented her to be so totally absorbed in a single activity, to make her lover happy and experience such bliss in return, and when he murmured that single phrase, "Pleasing cock is your purpose," it just kind of… sunk in. Deeper than she ever thought it would.

She wound up putting Paul's number in her phone after they fucked, calling him up the next night and asking if they could do the same thing again, and it never even occurred to her that second time to ask him to do anything with her pussy. She didn't need to get her itch scratched, not when it felt so good to suck Paul's cock, and Taylor found herself going a lot deeper that second night. But she knew that was only the beginning of his control.

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[hypnochris69]

Up, and, down, down, down…🌀

[masucline-authoritative]

Nothing turns dominant men on more than moulding his ‘submissive’ (who is not even his submissive yet) into his needy little plaything, gaslighting her slowly into enjoying, liking, craving what he does with her

[albihypnostuff]

casual hypnosis is underrated

No big plan to make u a pet or a slave, just a friend being a bit michevious and wanting to see that empty look on ur face.

bonus points if the induction is casual too, just feels like a normal conversation until you realize your thoughts are all sluggish and you feel so heavy~~

[ms--medusa]

Certainly one of my favorite types of hypnosis!

No strings, no brainwashing, just some simple slyness between friends 😉

Normalize hypnotizing your friends just for the heck of it.

[stillvathek]

“I talked to my friends and they said it’s all just made up?”

“That so?”

“Yeah! All these, uh, triggers or whatever you said you gave me! It’s just manipulation and stuff! Not real.”

“Seems a bit mean to call it that but sure, okay. So it doesn’t actually do anything?”

“No! You just tricked me.”

“Right. So if I said that good girls don’t think, you wouldn’t repeat that mindlessly and just as a reflex?”

“Good girls don’t think. No, I wouldn’t, and - hey! No! Stop!”

“But you said it wasn’t real, I thought?”

“I-it’s not! But that doesn’t mean you can-”

“Kneel. Oh, look at that.”

“S-stop it! It’s not real! They’re not real!”

“So why are you still down there?”

“Because I w-want to be! Not because you said! I can get up!”

“Go on on then.”

“I want to be down here…”

“Of course. Moan.”

“Nnnhh… no! I-I can’t, my friends said-”

“Say please.”

“Please!”

“Good girl. You know, I think your friends might not have realised how far gone you actually are. If they had… well. Drop.”

“Nnggh…”

“Aww, she’s fighting it! That’s cute. It’s not real though, so it should be easy. Drop.”

“I-I… n-n-nnn… can’t…”

“You’re getting all worked up trying to talk. No words. Ah, there you go, much better. That’s less to worry about. Now you can just focus on how you need to drop. Drop deeper. Dumber. Weaker. Blank. Can’t think. There you go. I know that look. You’re drooling again, cutie. You always do that when you’re nice and relaxed.”

“...nnh… ah…”

“You know, I think I need to have a word with some of your friends. Set them straight. That’s a good idea, isn’t it? Giggle and nod.”

“Hehe…”

“Good girl. That’s for later though. For now, well, it’d be a shame to waste having you on your knees like this…”

[stillvathek]

Bug zapper

Jenny had a couple things she needed to do, but they could wait. That was why she was still in bed.

Overnight, her phone had updated, and so now everything was in the wrong place and worked differently, and this was annoying. What was even more annoying were the new things cluttering up the place. One in particular instantly caught her attention.

‘Bug Zapper’.

A game, apparently, which had come through with the last update, along with a handful of other things she didn’t know or care about. She’d been about to get rid of it along with all of the rest when she’d stopped. Maybe the game was good? Probably not, but then again it was free - she wasn’t expecting much, and maybe it’d kill an hour.

She got rid of the rest, but kept the game.

Pretty standard stuff, all told. There were bugs, they were trying to reach a little pink blob, she tapped on them to zap them, they got zapped. Easy. Some of them needed more zapping than others, some of them needed zapping a certain way, but whatever. Not difficult, and quite compelling. Slick. Zapping the things was satisfying.

She kept playing.

One detail did nag her a little though.The meter she was protecting was marked ‘Willpower’, which Jenny thought was kind of strange. Surely it should be health or hitpoints or vitality or something like that. That’d make more sense. She put it down to laziness, or a poor grasp of English, or anything, really, and then didn’t think much about it. They weren’t hitting her, so it didn’t matter.

Game was nice and easy. At first. Zapping the things was so enjoyable that Jenny barely noticed that she was having to put more effort and attention into it, only really noticing when the first bug managed to slip past her and get to the pink blob.

As soon as the bug made contact that ‘willpower’ bar lost a sliver and, more weirdly, the action paused so that words could suddenly appear on screen. The words were:

“Stick out your tongue.”

“What? Dumb. No,” Jenny said, frowning to herself.

Tapping the screen made the message go. More poor English? Kind of specific. Kind of weird. Game going for some sort of surreal edge? She had no idea, but she doubted it was important. Jenny had bugs to zap and tap, and so that’s what she did. She still had some time before she had to do anything else.

The difficulty ramped up pretty quickly from there. She almost expected the game to start trying to sell her things at this point, gems or stars or whatever, something to make it easier for money, but no. The bugs just kept coming harder and faster, and even with some truly expert tapping they kept slipping past here and there, getting to that pink blob, cupping away at the willpower meter.

It was about halfway down now. Jenny felt a little lightheaded. The sun was well up in the sky now and a few of the things she’d meant to do had passed her by, but she hadn’t noticed. She could see the screen, and that was what mattered.

And about this time, another new bug appeared. There’d been a couple special bugs so far, of course. The ones that moved extra quick or need special tapping or whatever, but something about this one caught her eye. Just something in the way it seemed to sparkle on the screen as it wriggled towards the pink blob. Something so pretty and distracting about it. Bigger, too.

“What’s that…”

She was so distracted looking at the thing she didn’t notice one of the regular bugs sneaking in until it was too late to stop it. The willpower meter took another hit, she winced, hesitated, and the big new bug slipped in as well. When it did, she froze still. The game kept playing, but she couldn’t.

Helpless, totally helpless. The feeling ran top to bottom. She knew, in her core, that she wasn’t allowed to move. She could have, but she wouldn’t. She wasn’t allowed. Instead she had to wait, frozen and still, as a further tide of smaller bugs swept in, and another bite was taken from the willpower meter.

She might have groaned, and then the words flashed up again.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Jenny did as she’d been told. She couldn’t resist. It hadn’t been a request, it had been an order. She didn’t have the willpower to refuse. And since she hadn’t been told to stop, it stayed out as she kept playing.

It was downhill now. She was going to lose. She knew it. She couldn't stop playing, and she couldn’t win, so she was going to lose. A little whimper passed her lips but no-one was coming to help her. She tapped and tapped but they kept getting closer and closer. She was going to lose.

“Moan,” said the game the next time she missed a bug, and she did.

Hopeless, it was hopeless. The bugs were getting smarter, smarter than her. Dodging where she tapped, tricking her. Too quick for her. She couldn’t give up, she knew, she knew she had to lose and had to try to win. They had to beat her.

She did let one of the special bugs slip through on purpose, though. Partly because she’d wanted to feel that overwhelming, overpowering sense of helplessness again, but mostly because the game had told her to. It hit, she froze, and another handful of the smaller ones came in to knock the willpower bar down further still. Barely a few pixels now.

“Spread your legs.”

“Ngghh… I…”

A flicker of resistance flashed through her brain, but only a flicker, and it was gone before she could even notice it. Her legs spread. She’d made a wet patch on the bed. Her hips jolted. The bugs swarmed in towards the blob. She couldn’t stop them. They got past her.

The meter hit zero.

Jenny went limp. Legs still spread, her arms fell down by her sides, phone still clutched in one hand. The game didn’t stop. The bar was empty, but the pink blob was still there, vulnerable, and in the bugs went. The little regular ones, the fast ones, the bigger special ones, all of them. Every one that went in made Jenny twitch a little, moan a little, made the wet patch underneath her a little bigger.

A trail of drool ran down her chin as she stared up into nothing.

There was nothing in the way anymore. It all went right into her. No fight, no resistance, nothing. New ideas started smothering her old thoughts. A new Jenny being put together, piece by piece. A softer, simpler Jenny. Easier. More helpless. More fun. It filled up her head.

Eventually, she sat up, she smiled. She felt so much better. One hand went immediately between her legs, while the other brought her phone up again.

She’d send the game to her friends. They’d like it, too.

[stillvathek]

"This stuff is all a joke, right?"

"What stuff?"

"All this flashing swirling whatever. Girls drooling. That stuff."

"I don't know. Does it seem like a joke?"

"Yeah! Mean, look at this one. Lots of pink and flashing and all these pictures of girls just staring and drooling. It's ridiculous, and- Hey, was that a word?"

"I didn't see anything. Are you sure?"

"Yeah yeah, I saw... huh."

"See it again?"

"No I, think... wait..."

"Keep looking, you'll see it."

"Just keeps flashing... pink.... it's - there, I saw it..."

"What?"

"Broken... it said broken..."

"Say it again."

"Broken..."

"Keep looking, there might be more."

"Yes... more... I see... broken... blank..."

"Very good, you found the other word. Good girl."

"Nngghh... blank... good.... w-what..."

"Shh, this is just a joke, remember? Keep looking."

"Joke, yes... keep... looking... broken... blank... pretty girls...."

"Just like you, good girl. Keep looking. There's another word in there for you."

"Pretty... broken... blank... brainwashed... ?"

"That's the last one, good girl. Three words in this one and you found them all, well done. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yesss...."

"Feels good to say. Say them."

"Broken... blank... brainwashed..."

"Good girl. You can just keep saying them now you found them, it's like a little treat. See? Jokes are fun."

"Broken... blank.... brainwashed... broken.... blank... brainwashed..."

[titnosis]

getting hypnotized in the back of the bus by a stranger who saw me drifting into sleep...

[titnosis]

I'm so tired. and the bus is filling up. ugh, I hate when it's crowded and I have to share a seat. well, at least this woman next to me smells nice. is that lavender? so relaxing. I wish i didn't have such a long commute on this bus. maybe i can relax my eyes a little. it's going to be a while before my stop anyway.

"it's all right. what's your stop? I'll make sure you don't miss it."

that's nice of her. do i look that tired? I'll just mumble a thanks and get comfortable. car rides always made me sleepy. something about the gentle rock of the bus. even the stops didn't bother me, they were so rhythmic. bus stops. door opens. people get off.

"you've really had a long day. don't you wish your thoughts could get off the bus, too?"

an interesting idea. i would be a lot less stressed if i could forget about work for a while. the bus stops. i picture my coworkers getting off the bus. i feel my mind relax, hearing the sound of the doors close.

"doors open, thoughts leave. Just relax, darling."

that's right. doors open, thoughts leave. I'm done for today. I can just relax and let myself drift. I don't need to think. I'm so tired. I feel myself drifting faster, eyes heavy. the bus stops. the doors open. my thoughts leave.

"and drop."

i drop deeply, body frozen in obedience. the doors open. my thoughts leave.

"deeper for me."

i can't think... im so deep.... im blissfully asleep for her... her hands slip into my shirt... she plays with my nipples. im so wet. the doors open. I drop deep.

"good girl. doors open, drop deep."

she keeps playing with me. my mind is completely gone. it feels so good to be hers. she took control of me so effortlessly. the doors open, I drop deep.

"it feels so good to relax with me, doesn't it, darling?"

the more she plays with my nipples, the better it feels. it's too hard to think. I nod my head. I feel so good. I'm so relaxed. she knows how tired I am, I can trust her.

"that's right. and thinking is so hard, isn't it?"

i keep nodding my head. it's so hard to think. I've been thinking all day. the doors open, I drop deep. my thoughts leave. is thinking hard? it sounds like soo complicated

"let me think for you."

i keep nodding my head.

"just let yourself fall."

it feels so good to nod my head.

"sink into my words"

the doors open, i drop deep.

"and surrender completely."

i go completely limp, my mind empty as I lean on her. I feel so heavy. I think she's still... talking.... she's.... still

"whenever you hear my voice, you'll be drawn to me"

I'm so drawn to you

"you'll feel yourself sinking just at this cadence of words. you will feel so relaxed with me."

so relaxed with you

"the doors open. you drop deep. even deeper if you can hear my voice."

doors open... drop deep....

"when I wake you up, you'll feel brand new. it feels so good. you'll yearn for it. but you won't remember exactly what i did. just that you want more."

i want... more...

"you want more. you want to drop deep. but it's time to wake up. "

time to...

"wake up, darling. this is your stop, right?"

[theoriginalspiralking]

Autum Trance

Shhh… listen. The leaves remember what you’ve forgotten. They know how to let go. They drift because they trust the wind. They fall because falling feels right. You can do the same.

There’s a spiral turning, slow and golden, winding through the season and through you. Every circle draws you closer to stillness. Every round pulls another thought loose, and it feels good to release it.

Each breath out brings a tiny wave of ease. Each breath in fills you with something warm. Maybe that warmth feels like peace. Maybe it feels like joy. Maybe it feels like quiet pleasure—the kind that hums gently in your chest when everything in you finally agrees to rest.

Round and round the spiral turns. Your thoughts become leaves, each one floating away, each one glowing for a moment before dissolving into air. And with every one that leaves, you feel a little lighter. A little freer. A little more alive.

Let that feeling grow. Let it spread through your body in the way that feels best to you. It might be warmth. It might be tingling calm. It might be a soft pulse of contentment— your own private language of pleasure, whatever that means to you.

Let it move however it wants. Follow it. Let it paint your breath with gold. Let it hum in your fingertips, in your shoulders, in the space just behind your heart.

The spiral deepens. The season sighs. All around you, the world glows amber. You are a leaf now— weightless, perfect, falling exactly where you’re meant to land.

And as you fall, every layer of worry loosens. Every shadow of thought drifts away. All that remains is the gentle pulse of being alive— the quiet pleasure of simply being.

So breathe. Soften. Fall. Let go. The spiral carries you deeper, and the deeper you go, the better it feels to drift.

Until you are nothing but peace, nothing but breath, nothing but that warm, quiet joy that autumn teaches the leaves— the beauty, the relief, and the pleasure of letting go.

[darthva4517]

[the-voids-desires]

Imagine it’s late at night after a long day of work and you just want to relax and let your mind settle.

You get ready to just relax and lay down when all of a sudden you hear static and a familiar hum come from your tv in the other room.

Finding it odd you get up to go find out what happened and turn off the tv but as soon as you enter the room you see a spiral playing on repeat on the tv.

What’s even more interesting is the relaxing hum that you hear coming from the speakers that seems to get louder and push more and more of your thoughts out of your mind the closer you get to the tv.

As you watch and listen to the Tv you start to see the words STARE, RELAX, OBEY appear. What’s more is you can now hear them coming from a soothing voice mixed in with the relaxing hum.

It’s not long before those are the only words in your mind as all other thoughts have been pushed out and replaced as even more words are added until they form a simple mantra repeating on loop endlessly in your mind

STARE RELAX OBEY LET THE VOID TAKE YOUR MIND AWAY

STARE RELAX OBEY LET THE VOID TAKE YOUR MIND AWAY

STARE RELAX OBEY LET THE VOID TAKE YOUR MIND AWAY

STARE RELAX OBEY LET THE VOID TAKE YOUR MIND AWAY

STARE RELAX OBEY LET THE VOID TAKE YOUR MIND AWAY

It’s not long before you feel and hear yourself repeating the words along with the him not even noticing when or how your clothes came off and you began touching yourself.

But none of that matters now all that matters is you now know you belong to and must obey The Void. After what feels like hours the tv finally turns off and you find yourself back in your bedroom laying on your bed naked drifting off to sleep.

Not even noticing the moment a small thin black line form around your neck and spiral down your body until it forms a lovely little brand/mark just below your stomach.

Drifting off to sleep you feel what you haven’t felt in so long. You feel relaxed, satisfied and without worry or stress and you know you will feel that way every night from now on