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@deeply-tranced
Deep in trance completely mindless
â⌠one does not arrange oneâs own destiny, one submits to it.â
â Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), in a letter to George Sand (1804-1876), Croisset, dated 10th May, 1875, in: â The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert Lettersâ, translated from the French by A.L. McKenzie (1921)
@Nadine Schwarzkopf
This desire dormant within is so much stronger than you. All it takes is a guiding hand, and commanding set of words, woven into an inviting story, to reawaken that need, and remind you of how much you love that feeling of surrender. The mere mention of fluttering eyes, a relaxed and comfortable pose, and the slow, satisfying drain of thought after thought, and you follow right along. Your body and brain mirroring all of those commands, and images subconsciously. Youâre already
live shot of me recognizing a very applicable truth
A mixup filling spray bottles in the workshop results in poor Megan inhaling fumes from a highly toxic solvent that is only safe to to use while wearing a mask. The fumes immediately knock her flat and she needs to be resuscitated by her husband.
If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.
Cara Switches Off
"You didn't know about your off switch, did you?" Jimmy asked, but by then the words were just pleasant noise in Cara's ears. She had a momentary, lingering impression of shock and surprise--after all, it wasn't every day that a man simply sat down next to her and started to play with her pussy through her slacks, at least not as far as she knew--but soon that faded and all that was left in her head was the warm, mellow pleasure pulsing away in her swollen clit. The muscles in her legs slackened into akimbo lethargy, giving Jimmy wider access to her slickening cunt, and he was quick to take advantage of it.
"I didn't think so," he added conversationally, even though Cara's face was now expressionless and her jaw hung open and her gaze had melted into a sightless stare. "Most of Bobby's girls, he likes to keep 'em in the dark about things like that, and I guess it's easy to do when you've always got an off switch you can use whenever you want to slip something into their heads, am I right?" Cara didn't answer, because in all the ways that mattered Cara wasn't there; she noticed him rubbing in gentle circles directly over her clit, and she had a vague awareness of his free hand undoing her fly to get her pants off, but everything else was running in neutral at the moment. She might as well have been a blow-up doll for all the resistance she offered.
"But I guess it works, whether you know it or not," he went on, shucking Cara's pants and panties and leaving her naked from the waist down. She discovered that she went even blanker and deeper once his thumb slipped inside her pussy to skate directly over her clit, and his callused fingers soon rendered her so utterly insensate that she didn't even notice him undoing the buttons on her blouse with her free hand. "It's that whatchamacallit, your deep self or your hidden observer or whatever. I dunno, that's all Bobby's department. I'm just happy he lets me play with the girls." Cara's bra soon followed the rest of her clothing, and he laid her down on her back. Cara barely even knew Jimmy's name, but she was offering no objections when he fucked her in the ass.
She did let out a little grunt when he first penetrated her, purely as an involuntary reaction, but he kept his thumb on his clit and soon she was staring vacantly up at the ceiling while he plowed her asshole with thrust after eager thrust. "Awww, fuck, yeah, there's aâŚ. there's a good girl," he grunted, but of course Cara wasn't really listening because the only thing in her head was a non-stop climax that rang her brain like a gong. She couldn't stop cumming, and every orgasm stopped her thoughts before they could even start, and months of conditioning had gotten her almost entirely out of the habit of even trying to use her mind in the first place. She was one of Bobby's happy little dolls now, her will switched off and entirely absent, and when Jimmy let go with a torrent of spunk deep inside her ass she only sighed in vacant contentment. And that was truly all he wanted her to do.
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Unexpectedly Academic Hypnokink
I was reading a rather intriguing post from a fellow hypnotist about how to make a trigger stay with someone. Or, what science would call operant conditioning.
The post explained several concepts in an extremely scientific way. Graphs included. You know the kind: axes, slopes, arrows.
And some people may not be entirely used to reading things like that. If you havenât touched a mathematical slope since high school, seeing hypnosis explained through line graphs can feel⌠peculiar.
Basically, the question was: how do we make a trigger effective? How do we make it persist?
Iâm not talking about teaching it. Thatâs a different discussion.
Iâm talking about how something stops feeling like a conscious action and starts feeling automatic.
And that is where behaviorism enters the picture. Most people remember Pavlov. But this leans more toward Skinner and operant conditioning.
Pure training. Almost as though we were little dogs.
So while hypnosis does not always enjoy being reduced to behaviorism, some of these ideas can still help explain certain mechanisms.
Science, even for those of us surrounded by it, is difficult to explain. To understand something, you search for constants and variables. Science tries to quantify things, even when some things are difficult to quantify, such as the soul.
In this case, the constant would be the hypnosis or the trigger. That is the thing I do not want to change.
And the variables? The things that help maintain it. The things that fluctuate. Ratio and interval.
Fixed Interval: giving reinforcement at a fixed amount of time. It does not matter how many times the behavior happened in between; the reward arrives anyway.
So the subject has their scheduled hypnosis session. No matter what happens, it occurs.
Fixed Ratio: giving reinforcement after a certain number of correct responses. We only reward the subject once they have done what we asked several times.
The problem with fixed systems is that the mind learns the pattern. And when something becomes too predictable, it loses part of its magic.
Novelty disappears. Surprise erodes. Analytical minds stop responding in quite the same way.
When the subject already knows exactly when the reinforcement is coming, part of the absorption becomes administrative. Almost bureaucratic. âOh yes, this is the part where the reward happens.â
But real hypnosis rarely functions like a laboratory lever.
Reinforcement is not always simply a reward. Sometimes it is attention. Sometimes it is absorption. Sometimes it is connection. Sometimes it is the momentary dissolution of the critical response.
And humans are far too complex to obey graphs perfectly.
There is always the exception. The standard deviation. The unexpected emotion.
It also matters how much the subject participates in the process. A person who knows they are being conditioned begins to metacognitively observe what is happening. And that conscious observation changes the experience itself.
Still, the post contained an interesting idea:
If you want a behavior to become automatic and persistent, variable systems tend to be more effective than completely predictable ones.
Though perhaps the most common mistake is not reinforcing too much.
But rather trying to move too quickly from constant connection to intermittent reinforcement before the response truly exists.
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The Drop
Today Iâm thinking about the drop, the moment off a trance trigger when someone falls into trance. Iâm not thinking about the induction, so much, though they have commonalities, but about that instant, the snap of a finger, the utterance of a word, and the response.
And there are so many different responses. Eyes closing. A look becoming a vacant gaze. The slump of the head, the slackening of the jaw, the collapse backward of a seated person, the slight sway of someone upright as their attitude changes.
Itâs easy to get caught up on those. Every so often a gif will go round the hypnotic side of tumblr of someone reaching the drop, and we reblog, because that image, that visual, speaks to us deeply, dominants, submissives, switches and all.
But today Iâve been thinking about the whys and the wherefores, because the visual alone isnât it. Itâs what it has come to symbolise to us. What we associate with us.
(Itâs a conditioned response, in short.)
And it symbolises so many things. Trust. Acceptance. Mutual readiness to play. For a drop, you need a trigger; by and large we visualise the trigger as something used between two people working together steadily, building an understanding. A drop, as opposed to an induction, sets the tone instantly, where an induction might be between experienced partners or people meeting for the first time.Â
So when the drop goes - thatâs it. The session begins, or moves on to a different phase. That wide world of possibilities gigglisgallery was talking about the other day - erotic hypnosis, but that doesnât simply mean moving to the sex acts unless thatâs what youâre in the mood for, there is so much more to do - has just opened up. And at the moment of the drop, the path you take together could lead anywhere in that world, right up until the suggestions begin and everything crystallises.
A drop can come out of nowhere. It can linger over a few seconds, or the head can pitch forward like a stone so fast that you barely have time to register it. And both of those are great.
But when we think about the drop, weâre thinking about the dizzying range of possibilities. Weâre thinking about what we might be made, and weâre thinking about what to make people. And the world, for a brief, shining moment, is our oyster.
I canât believe this post is not immensely viral among the hypno community. Only 85 reblogs?
This was too well written to pass up. Please read it. Itâs worth your time, I promise.
Thanks to @hypno-curious for reblogging it where I could see it
âDrift for me, toy. Further and further away from awareness.â Your mind felt like it was drifting in an ocean of bliss. âMore and more mindless for me. âEvery word that your hypnotist said pulled you further away from the shore of consciousness.
Now you were floating, drifting on the surface of mindlessness. âSuch a good toy. So eager to follow my words. Sink for me. Drop for me.â You felt your limbs drop, limply, onto the bed. Your mind plummeted. Further away from the surface of mindlessness, now you were sinking.
And it felt so good. âNo need to think. Just sink deeper. Just drift further down. Feel my words wrapping around that brain of yours.â Their words were ropes, chains, weights that pulled you deeper, and deeper. âAnd it feels so good to sink, doesnât it toy?â
If you had had any strength, you would have nodded, but you couldnât. You could just sink deeper. Floating on a current of their words that dragged you further under. There were no thoughts. Just their words. Their control. Their commands. You didnât want to be anywhere else.
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More Than Magic
⌠some invitations are already in motion before the door is even named âŚ
⌠á ጠá âŚ
A gesture.
A pause.
A moment that feels too small to matter.
And yet somehow it does.
That is how a trigger begins.
Not as magic.
But as recognition.
Something the mind does not question because it arrives too smoothly to be interrupted.
People call it magic.
But magic suggests illusion.
This is not illusion.
It is repetition that has learned your name.
More than magic.
Because magic ends.
But a pattern shared between two minds does not end where attention stops.
It continues in memory in expectation in return.
And sometimesâŚ
in the quiet certainty that it will happen again.
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âOkay, toy. Just sink. Just slip into trance for me.â Your hypnotist said, one hand brushing down your chest. Their words, their tone of voice, their touch made your brain go blank, so easily. âThatâs it⌠Youâre ever such a good plaything. Let your brain turn off for me.â
Your eyes were rolling upwards, as your thoughts melted into nothingness. âYou donât need to think. No, you just get to be blank, and obedient.â Their words were filling in the space where your mind had been. âIt feels so good to be mindless, doesnât it toy?â
Their hands were tracing over your skin, each touch, each downward brush of their fingers pulling you deeper. âNod your head.â You nodded, agreeing with them. âYes, good plaything. Just blank, and empty, and oh, so agreeable.â You wanted to agree. You wanted to obey.
âAnd the more you sink, the better it feels. You love this feeling, donât you toy?â You kept nodding. Kept agreeing. âYou love it when I make you feel like this. Helpless, weak, submissive. And you just keep sinking deeper, with every word I say. Such a good toy for me. â
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Blank â¨
Headphones means brainwashing. You don't want to turn off