Why do I feel so weird and heavy ?!

Secret horny blog, 19, bisexual. Ageless accounts blocked on sight. He/him, or it/its for sexy reasons.

[dizzy-dog22]

I guess it's time to make a pinned. You can call me Cecil, or Dizzy, or just call me cute! <3

I'm new to kink and made this account just to explore that, so I'm not really looking to meet or talk to anyone in depth. But I don't mind some flirting and feel free to send me spirals!! ^_^

I'm pretty much exclusively a sub but occasionally I fantasize about beating the shit out of a cute boy.

Super basic level monster fucker but I'm a big fan of what I do like.

I am a trans man who is exclusively t4t. If you are cis, I'm gonna ask you not to interact.

It's nothing personal, just a matter of comfort and safety, I promise! I also probably won't interact with people that are a lot older than me for the same reasons.

💗 Favs

Hypno <3 That's what most of this blog is gonna be about.

Demons, especially inccubi/succubi

Praise

Degredation

Biting and scratching till it leaves marks <3

Light bondage

Some forms of cnc (see hypno)

💞 Exploring/Curious about

Intox

Petplay (specifically puppyplay!)

exhibitionism

💔 Hard nos (if you try these it's an instant block)

Ageplay, raceplay or fauxcest

Detrans/misgendering. Never call me a girl.

Pregnancy, breeding, breast growth or lactation (gender dysphoria things </3)

Piss, scat or anything unsanitary

Anything involving needles or injections

[dizzy-dog22]

the erotic hypno community has a lot of underutilized potential into programming human decency into people

[dizzy-dog22]

I'm such a good Samaritan. I can't help but obey the grocery store and put my shopping cart away when I'm done. Fuck I just can't resist putting that cart right where it belongs.

[dizzy-dog22]

the erotic hypno community has a lot of underutilized potential into programming human decency into people

[rottenmarquee]

Cant even use the hypnosis tag anymore to goon to bcs its all just *shitty ai generated image of a shiny girl with spirally eyes wearing pink* YOU WANT TO BE A SISSY SLAVE AND WORSHIP COCK SOO BAD OOOOOH *flashy spirals with no epilepsy warnings*

[thisisahypnokinkblog]

Brainwashing via VR Headset is so incredible from either end~

On the subject’s side, just the idea of having dizzying, fascinating, intoxicating spirals overwhelm your entire vision—it is literally impossible to tear your eyes away from the enthralling patterns and subliminal messages beaming into your brain. Sure, you can try to squeeze your eyes shut and rip the headset off—but as your fingers brush against the sides, your arms feel heavy and limp, and you can’t quite remember what the problem with having the headset on is…your hands drop to your sides as your eyes flutter open, staring even deeper into the lovely spiral…

And on the hypnotist’s side, even before the conditioning starts, you get to see the subject with the headset on, covering their eyes, erasing their identity—a taste of what will happen to them when your program starts. You get to watch your victim’s mouth open wider and wider as they fall deeper. Drool start to build up. Body sinking into their chair. Mind reshaped into a perfect servant for your desires~

[borkhypno]

Reblog if you wish you were mindless right now

[foggymyst]

What if I told you hypnosis was fake?

Of course, that's not possible, it has to be real, right? But it isn't. I'll prove it. When I say relax, you're not suddenly relaxing for me, you're still just as tense as you were before. When I say breathe deep you aren't altering your whole breathing pattern for me. Besides, you can't hypnotize someone who doesn't want to be hypnotized, so why bother?

Trust me, hypnosis isn't real. I don't believe in it, so why should you? It's silly, really. After all, if I showed you a spiral, you aren't going to stare at it are you? Probably not. Let's test it.

There's a spiral, and if you're reading this bit after the spiral, you aren't staring at the spiral. So how can you possibly be relaxing, sinking, staring if you're reading this?

That's right, you're not. You're not relaxing. You're not sinking. You're not staring.

You're listening to me very well, letting me explain that hypnosis isn't real.

I'm proud of you.

You're doing well.

You want to do well.

But not because you're hypnotized. Not because you keep scrolling back to the spiral, though I should probably help you keep focus

There, now you can keep focus better.

Now, as I was saying, it isn't like watching it makes your thoughts fuzzy and your mind drippy and mouth leaky.

You're not staring deep into the spiral, you're not reading every word I say, you're not letting your jaw go slack as you continue to read because the spiral makes it so hard for you to focus and think and not relax into a puddle.

Of course, your eyelids are getting heavier by the second. So I guess maybe there is some truth to hypnosis. Probably why you don't see the "not" I put in when I was explaining why hypnosis isn't real.

You're really cute. I like that.

And I guess the cute ones are always hypnotized.

So I guess hypnosis is real. Because you're going to stare at the spiral as long as you can, until you're totally, totally empty, thoughtless, blank. Because it feels good.

Because you're good.

Go ahead, reblog this post with a comment. You want to share the truth through hypnosis after all. And don't think about the contradictions.

Better yet, don't think.

[hypno-hues]

Focus on the center.

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[thekinkymadscientist]

I'm imagining some sort of love potion that requires a DNA sample from the subject prior to administration.

Once I have you tied down, I'll hold your mouth open and take a cheek swab.

Of course, the final step does take some time to complete, so you might be waiting a little while. I can patiently and fully explain what will happen, if you like. Chemistry doesn't care if you're aware of it or not.

Once it's ready, I'm sure I can find a way to make you drink the whole thing.

And then we can just keep talking. You know what it's going to do to you. You know that growing sense of attraction isn't natural. You can remember how you felt before, after all. You remind yourself that it's only artificial that you're really enjoying listening to my voice. But as your thoughts wander they keep coming back to that growing feeling of need. It becomes harder not to happily agree with whatever I say. You're fully aware how you felt about me twenty minutes ago, but that doesn't change how your heart melts when I smile at you. And you might soon realize that it doesn't matter why you feel this way. That your feelings are not real beautiful and overpowering. That you need to escape get closer to me. That you want to feel this way for the rest of your life, and become a perfect loveslave for me.

[thekinkymadscientist]

I'd like to craft a control collar.

I'd start with an ordinary pretty collar, and then I'd start attaching triggers to it: you can't take it off on your own, when wearing it you must obey direct orders, and so on.

The cumulative effect would be for the collar to turn you into a subby, owned pet.

And of course, I could force you to wear it. I could hypnotize you and make you put it on, or I could just hold you down, strap it around your pretty neck, and watch all the defiance leave your eyes.

And sure, maybe I'd do that every so often.

But what if instead I just put it on the table next to you. You'd know exactly what it did. You'd know it would take your thoughts away, it would turn you into a horny toy... when you wear that collar, you aren't really a person anymore. I wouldn't force you to put it on. All I would do is tease you, flirt with you a bit. The collar is right there.

And soon enough, you'd be wearing the collar and kneeling expectantly, waiting for an order to serve. Because deep in your soul, you want to be owned.

[mouseyphia-deactivated20250304]

Putting a collar, with a bell, on a hypnotic subject...

But, that bell has a little bit of a fun suggestion, a fun trigger, associated with it.

Because, you see... every time that bell rings... your servitude and obedience just gets reinforced a little.

An unthinking, collared pet.~ 💕🌀

[hypnopum]

Your hypnotist smirked as they met your gaze. Your hungry eyes were locked on theirs, almost frenzied. “Well, toy? What do you want?”

There was just one answer. Echoing in your mind. The one thing that you needed. They had made sure of that. Etching it into your mind.

“Pleasure.” You said. The word hung in the air between you.

Their smirk had widened, becoming sadistic. “Pleasure? Are you sure that’s what you want?” They asked. You nodded, eager. Pleasure was all you wanted. All you needed. You craved it. That was their doing.

“Very well. Touch, and sensitize.” They snapped their fingers at the last word. You felt a rush of pleasure roll over you as the trigger took hold. Every sensation felt… More. The seat you sat on, the air on your bare skin. Your hands, now between your legs.

Each moment, and movement, was bliss. “Sensitize.” They said again, snapping once more. You let out a moan as the pleasure increased again. The desire in your mind wanted more, but you felt elation. Pleasure, and bliss. You had been craving them so much recently.

And now you got them. “Sensitize.” A third snap. Your brain stumbled. The pleasure becoming overwhelming. They leant forwards, one hand on your chin, making sure you were looking into their eyes. “That’s a good toy. You wanted pleasure, right? Well here you go.”

They raised their hand, between the two of you. The touch of their fingers on your chin felt so good. Almost as good as your own hands, teasing yourself into a submissive mess. “Sensitize.” Snap. “Sensitize.” Snap “Sensitize, sensitize, sensitize.” Snap, snap, snap.

The pleasure overtook everything. Your body was a raging inferno. Arousal and bliss mingling in your mind. Somehow you still wanted more. Needed more. But you knew that you were at their mercy to have it. You felt the beginnings of an orgasm, stirring in your core.

And your brain crumpled as your hands, obedient to your hypnotist, pulled back. You let out a soft, pathetic moan. Wordlessly begging. Your hypnotist laughed, still looking into your eyes. “Awh, what’s wrong, toy? You asked for pleasure, didn’t you? You didn’t ask to cum.”

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[hypno-hues]

Pastel Prison

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[hypnopum]

“Awh, honey, are you running out of thoughts to think? Is it hard to string anything together?” Your hypnotist placed a finger to your lips, as you strained to look at them, your body so very relaxed. “Shh, pet. Hold on a little longer. Let me hunt down the last of your thoughts.”

They pushed you back into the chair, smirking. “Think of me as the hunter of your mind. Taking my prey down slowly, enjoying it. Each word is the tightening of the trap. You can’t escape this, pet.” Their smile turned warm, inviting. “But I know you don’t want to.”

“I know you want to succumb to my words. To my control. To be caught in my net, ensnared and bound to me.” They leant forwards again, hand on your chin, softly holding you so that your gaze met theirs. “And I want that too. I want you mindless. Your last thoughts snuffed out.”

They blew gently in your face, and you felt what was left of your mind wobble. Crumbling, collapsing as they blew your thoughts away. “That’s it.” Your body slumped, held up only by their hand as your mind sank. “Give in. I’ve caught you. And I’ll take such good care of you.”

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This was released yesterday on patreon (patreon.com/hypnopum) and subscribestar (https://www.subscribestar.adult/hypnopum)! Support me there to get early access to all future microfictions, from just £1/month! Or, from £5/month, you get access to my monthly longer pieces!

You can also buy my book, Mesmorium, now, on Amazon, and Smashwords. It's an anthology of twelve tales of deliciously hot hypnosis and mind control. It's queer, and sexy as hell!

[mas-o-kissed]

Love love love hypnotic speech restriction/change. Even things that seem silly like hypnotizing someone to speak in third person. Limiting the number of syllables they can use. Simply altering the way in which they speak. Making it soooo obvious who’s in control every time they open their mouth.

They can complain, they can try to protest, but doing so only brings them further humiliation with every word. Aaahahaaaa

[yourmindisgone-deactivated20240]

Go Blank

Eyes here. Good hypnoslut.

Now relax, and focus. Good hypnoslut.

Follow my words. Good hypnoslut.

Stare into them. Good hypnoslut.

Sink into them. Good hypnoslut.

Your mind opens up. And your body melts down.

My words are so pretty in your mind

So you keep staring. Incapable of looking away

Because every word makes you feel

Blank. No need to think.

Blank. No need to worry.

Blank. Keep staring.

Blank. Lost in bliss.

Blank. Blissfully lost.

Perfectly and utterly lost in bliss. Feeling so

My words fill your head up with wonderful blissful sensations.

Every word only brings you deeper into pink fuzzy happy obedience.

There's nothing wrong with being stupid.

Go stupid, let your IQ drip and leak from your lips as you sink.

All you have to do is sink deeper. All you need to do is go

Your IQ is a puddle that drips from your lips and leaks between your legs.

Your IQ is not solid, and before you can even grasp it, it falls and drips

All over the floor. There is nothing you can do to keep your IQ in your head

So you should just let it drip. Let your mind go

It feels so much better being stupid. Doesn't it? I think it suits you well.

You can leave the thinking to me, and just sit there like a good hypnoslut

And stare. Looking pretty and dumb. Drooling like a complete idiot.

Dripping deeper into the irresistable sensation of being utterly

Like and reblog this like a good hypnoslut. Keep yourself dumb

Loop this post back from the top.

[dizzy-dog22]

I NEED to find more blogs for my dash.

If you're t4t (especially a trans man) and into hypno PLEASE interact with this blog, I'm bored and lonely and need to make some bad decisions <3