Hello and welcome. I'm a UK based hypnofetish writer and manipper. This is a place for me to write stories, and cross-post manips. Almost certainly NSFW and very obviously fantasy, not reality - to be clear, these are fictions, they do not represent real life or how I would like women to be treated in real life (without consent). But if fantasy's your thing, you'll like it, if you keep looking. Deeper, and deeper still...deeper in my power... Messages, questions and submissions are *always* welcome...(I have some RP muses over @deeperlusting)
Everything on this blog, aside from the personal and addressing real world issues stuff, is *fantasy*, and not reality. If you deliberately choose to ignore that distinction, and harm anyone in reality, the author here does not support you, will not back you, does not condone you.
Fantasies, however dark, are just that. They are not real, however much in the moment we may imagine them to be.
But if you cannot or refuse not to draw a clear line between what you personally are turned on by and what causes harm to others (including mental, physical, emotional pain and rulings to restrict their automony to live without causing harm to themselves and others), *you should stay away from this site and reflect on your behaviour and beliefs*.
I refuse to feel guilty for my fantasies, because some people try to use them as fuel for their own hate. Love your kinks, love your lusts, love each other, reduce the harm you do.
A new commission is published on Read Only Mind! It's a bit long for tumblr but here's an excerpt:
The Screening Process
The office had emptied hours ago, the last of the junior associates scattering toward the elevators shortly after seven, their voices carrying that particular Friday evening desperation. The relief of escape mixed with the dread of Monday's inevitable return. Brian had watched them from his desk, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, waiting with the patience of a man who had learned that the world rewards those who are willing to stay when others leave.
By ten o'clock, only the security guards remained, and they never bothered with the executive floor. Brian stood, stretched his narrow shoulders, and allowed himself a small smile. He had spent fifteen years becoming invisible: the quiet man in IT who fixed the printers and reset passwords, the one people spoke over in meetings and forgot had been invited to lunch. He had cultivated this invisibility like a gardener tending a poisonous plant, pruning away any attention, any presence that might make him memorable. Being forgettable had its advantages. Being underestimated was power.
He moved through the darkened hallway, his rubber-soled shoes silent on the carpet. The corner office at the end belonged to Ashley Chen, Junior VP of Sales, the company's golden child, the woman whose curves and calculated charm had apparently convinced the board that she deserved the COO position that should have been his.
Would be his.
Fifteen years of building the infrastructure that kept this company running, of knowing every server, every line of code, every vulnerability in their systems, and they were considering handing the crown to a saleswoman with a pretty face and a wardrobe budget that could fund a small nation's economy.
Brian paused outside her door, his hand on the handle. He ran his thumb over the letters of the name plate, feeling the raised metal. Soon, he thought. Soon that plate would read something else, or better yet, be removed entirely. But first, he needed to teach Ashley her place. He needed to show her that all her qualifications, her MBA, her "vision," her fucking presence... None of it mattered against a person who understood that power wasn't given, it was taken.
The door clicked open. He didn't bother with the lights. He moved to her computer, a sleek tower tucked beneath the mahogany surface, and knelt. From his pocket, he withdrew a small USB drive, no larger than his thumbnail, matte black and unmarked. He had spent three months developing this: coding the firmware in his apartment during the lonely hours when other men might have been drinking or fucking or doing whatever it was that normal people did with their evenings.
The drive slid into the USB port with a soft click. Brian stood, brushing dust from his khakis, and reached across her keyboard. A few keystrokes activated the program. He watched her monitor, currently displaying the company screensaver, that ridiculous Barton & Sterling logo spinning in corporate blue, and saw what he was looking for: the almost imperceptible stutter, a micro-flicker that would register in the peripheral vision but never quite reach conscious awareness. The refresh rate was precisely calibrated, the subliminal messages flashing at intervals too brief for the rational mind to catch, but perfect for the subconscious to drink in like a thirsty man at a poisoned well.
"You are helpless. You are confused. You need someone to help you. You need someone to show you. You need someone to guide you."
The messages cycled, buried in the flicker, invisible and insidious. Ashley would stare at this screen for hours every day. The flicker would drive her to call him eventually. He knew that even as subtle as it was, it would eventually drive her a little crazy. But that was all part of the plan. By then, her mind would be completely open to his "help."
Brian let himself out, leaving the tiny drive in place, unnoticed in the back of her tower, and slipped back into the hallway, closing the door behind him. The security cameras would show nothing, or if they showed anything, they would show a man in IT doing routine maintenance. He was, after all, the Junior VP of Infrastructure. Who would question him checking on a computer?
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Brian stepped inside and pressed the button for the parking garage. He was already hard beneath his khakis, aroused not by any physical attraction to Ashley - though he supposed she was attractive in that obvious, vulgar way that men seemed to prefer - but by the knowledge of what he was going to do to her. He was going to dismantle her, piece by piece, until she was nothing but a beautiful, mindless puppet, and he would be the hand inside her, making her mouth move, making her nod and agree and surrender.
A never ending row of mindless, obedient pleasure drones, chanting mantras of complete and utter obedience to me, their one true Master, whilst stroking their cunts and drooling their brains away.
itslike typical that after i stop obsessively checking to see if you replied to that ask you reply like straight awayyyy hehe
anywayyyy umm yess sir its like better late than never
anddd happy birthday
what would you like as a birthday present from yoir followers sir?
Good girl. You always come back for more....
What would I like for my birthday? Hmmm, well, some obedient, submissive, docile, empty headed girls dressed to thrill, totally obedient to me and treating me to their gorgeous bodies, would be lovely...
For any vanilla blogs following me in secret to send me a dm or drop an anonymous ask and tell me what you found here that made you follow me. Confess your depravities to me. You can trust me.
How about 98. Mass-Hypnotizing (hypnotizing a large number of people at once)?
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know
Yes please - this is definitely up there in my 'evil mind controller' fantasy wish list.
After all, once you've done a few test runs on some female friends & acquaintances, and maybe one or two one-night stands with your celebrity crushes, why wouldn't you take things to the next level by mass-enslaving an almost-army of mindless thralls to do your bidding?
I swear some day I'm just going to work my way through this list, offering opinions on each and every one. But I'd also love some asks on this lazy, far-too-hot Sunday.
not gonna say exactly how i reacted when you said well done for calling you sir, but safe to say im at least a litttttle more flustered than i was before i realised youd replied sir 🫠
im looking forward to anything you write - but i realllllly hope you like/find inspiration in the halsey pics 🤭
Better late than never for me to publish this.... Isn't that right?
