You relax and look forward to the idea of mindlessness and your brainwashing where others only see fear. You already are corrupted, let yourself feel better, let yourself get worse.
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You relax and look forward to the idea of mindlessness and your brainwashing where others only see fear. You already are corrupted, let yourself feel better, let yourself get worse.
I think the best part of covert hypnosis is the way theyāll respond to you like itās a regular conversation, asking questions, getting you to elaborate, totally unaware that youāve already started bending their will to align with your own. The more buildup you give it, the less theyāll even realize whatās happening to them, up until theyāre nice and mindless for you.
Slimes
Little story about slimes.
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Jade, an aspiring and plucky adventurer, stood before a cave.
This would be easy, she told herself. A low-level bounty. Just clearing a cave of some slimes. No problem, even for a first-timer like her. She knew all about slimes, she had her sword (a bit on the small side, but it was all she could afford), she was feeling brave - it was going to go great.
She told herself as much anyway.
Good fucktoys know that their best self is whatever pleases their owner the most. Trade your free will for their control. Become the best version of you. Agree and obey.
š¤ slamming my tendrils right down your ears, letting them coil around your brain before digging in further, rewiring you, making you mine, no more silly memories of anyone or anything else, just ME and that's all you need isn't it? Ah, I love that dumb little look on your face, so dazed and docile like a good bitch~ maybe if you ask nicely I'll give you a reward...oh wait, you can't speak can you? Well maybe if you behave I'll give that back now won't I~
You smirked at your hypnotist as they towered over you. Your eyes met theirs, but you shrugged off their words. āJust sink, and drift, and drop, toy.ā They said. Your grin widened.
āYouāre going to have to try harder than that today.ā You said. You were resolute.
They werenāt going to bring you down so easily.
They smiled, leaning down over you. āOh yeah? Are you sure about that?ā they were very close to you. āAre you sure that Iām going to have to try? Or will you break, like a good little plaything?ā
You tried to keep your eyes on theirs. But they were so close to you. Their presence felt so overwhelming. You broke eye contact, and they brought a hand to your chin, pulling your gaze back, immediately, effortlessly. Their smile widened. āThatās it. Just stare.ā
They gave your chin a soft squeeze, and you felt your mind buckle. All those ideas of resisting were flitting away, drifting into nothingness, at their touch. It felt like their touch was draining you of energy, of willpower. You let out a soft noise, and they laughed.
āIs that it, toy? I just have to be a little firmer with you, and you canāt help but giving in? Itās okay. We both know how easy you are. How weak and blank and mindless I make you.ā They pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your lips. āItās okay. Youāre mine. All mine.ā
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Just a fun little thing I made.
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Subtle paranoia that every thought, feeling, or impulse might be a hypnotic suggestion...
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You send me a āmeditation/sleepā playlist. As I turn it on and drift off to sleep, I hear something odd. A quiet voice can be heard in the background of the file. Oh well.
As I drift off to sleep listening, I wake up in the middle of the night, undressed, sticky, horny, and feeling fuzzy. What happened? I reach for my phone and restart the file to try and get back to sleep.
As I drift back off to sleep I hear something odd. Oh well.
the dom being in a trance is underrated. someone being completely focused on you, nothing more important to them in that moment than what they want from you. they don't even have the capacity to think about anything else. it's like that post that's like, relentlessness is when you see a clear path to your goal and you don't care about anything except the perfection of it. what about when the mantra they're repeating isn't something about being submissive to you but how they need to be in control, or how cute you look, or something kind of menacing and creepy?
acting like an evil robot that's programmed to subdue you. acting like a zombie that has to bite you. acting like an animal being taken over by instinct. etc
Hypnovember Day 22: Betrayal
Her favorite part of resistance play was the little betrayals.Ā
The way her eyes would blink when it was suggested even though she diligently tried to keep them open.Ā
The hot tingle of pleasure that would go through her when he reminded herĀ of how much she loved to be hypnotized.Ā
The moments when her calculated actions became reactions- her subconscious betraying her so gradually that by the time he finally gave her permission to give in, there was no resistance left at all.
It had been all over the news: keep your windows closed and doors locked.
There was some kind of chemical in the air, a pink cloud spreading across the country. It was⦠effecting people.
It was poisonous? No. Unbreathable? No.
The news was being purposefully vague and it was infuriating. They made it sound like life or death and then didnāt explain what the symptoms of someone breathing it in were?
Ugh.
You sat huddled on the couch as your coworker went around checking every window and door was secured. It was a small enough office, and the break room was comfortable enough.
But when your coworker came back something seemed⦠wrong.
Sheād been gone for longer than youād hoped, she didnāt seem to rush to return to you.
The blank smile on her face. The blush on her cheeks. The way she swayed in place.
āUh⦠are you okay?ā Youād asked, mentally checking all exit routes of escape .
āYeah⦠yeah⦠all good.ā Sheād said, sounding almost high.
Yeah. You had to get out of here.
āYou⦠you sit⦠relax. Iāll keep watch.ā Sheād said before you could object. She sat down on the couch with you, rubbing your arm comfortingly.
Was she infected? She was acting strangely, sure, but she wasnāt attacking you. Or dying. Or doing much of anything except staring blankly ahead at the TV and moving her arm up and down your own.
You tried to breathe away from her, unsure if the smoke still lingered in her lungs. Her hands stroked your arm rhythmically up and down, occasionally moving round and round in spirals. You felt yourself relaxing, as hard as you tried not to.
You found it harder to think. Debating it in your mind. If she was infected, what would you do about it? Youāre still trapped inside with her. And every second you spend debating it you found yourself wanting to stay moreā¦
You noticed she was flushed, tugging at her clothes. She took off her jacket. Her other hand lazily drifted over her chest.
The room felt hot, stuffy all of a sudden. You tugged weakly at your shirtās collar. Your vision was hazy, dreamlike even. When had her hand moved to your legs?
The smoke surrounded your mind like a blanket.
There was a moan. Whether it was hers, or yours, you were unsure. She was helping you undress. Kissing you. Pink smoke clouding your brain, slowing your thoughts, passing between your lips.
You hungrily breathed it in.
It was too stuffy in here, she had agreed.
Was it her idea or yours to open the window?
The smoke surrounded you both as you stumbled back together. You needed her.
The news droned on in the background, but you couldnāt listen.
Taking a deep breath, you let yourself sink completely.
Something about being so brainwashed that youād mindlessly do anything as soon as you read your new text message from Them. At work or in public? No worries, you will find a place to serve. Gosh that idea gets me every time..
Good Girls Obey...
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Wouldn't you love to have new fetishes installed directly into your broken, hypnotised mind?
Waking and finding yourself squirming with pleasure at the idea of being leashed and led around on all fours.
Maybe suddenly wanting to touch yourself to the thought of disciplining your own slave, a new found dominant side taking over.
Or maybe you awaken with an overwhelming need to be watched as you fuck whoever you are told.
And with a click of Their fingers you sleep, ready to have more new desires conditioned into your open mind.
You had downloaded the game because everyone was talking about it. Supposedly it was addicting and challenging, the perfect combo. So you opened it up on your phone after a few minutes and clicked the play button.
And nothing. Just a blank screen with nothing on it. You waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally a quick red circle appeared then disappeared.
āLoser. Try again?ā
You sat there stunned. Was that the game? Quickly tap the button? You could definitely beat this. You clicked the play button and waited. Ready to start. You slowed your breathing. Focused entirely on it. Not blinking when suddenly, the red circle appeared. You tapped it furiously and were rewarded with a bright flash and the words āLevel 2ā.
You celebrated quickly. Ready for the next level. The circle appeared quickly this time. You tapped it. Rewarded with the same bright flash. You felt excitement build within you. This was fun. And you were getting good at it.
One by one the levels came and went. You hadnāt even noticed the circle lingering on screen longer and longer, the levels taking you longer to complete. All you became aware of was focusing intently, tapping the red circle, and winning the game.
Your breathing slowed as the victory screen flashed. The bright light burning the word Relax deep into your brain. Your body slumped forward on the couch. Your arms falling into your lap. You waited for the red circle to appear. It did. Your finger moving in slow motion to tap it. Pressing down firmly on it.
The bright light flashed burning the word Blank deep into your brain. All thoughts drifted away. Your mind growing sluggish only the red button that needed pushing remaining as a lonely thought.
The bright light flashed burning the word Obey deep into your brain. You could see the button and moved to press it. It slowly disappeared, drowning into a deep red spiral that filled the screen. You found yourself falling, pulled by your thumb, drifting down into the screen. Words flashed. Burning into your brain. Time disappeared entirely as the darkness swallowed you whole.
āLoser. Try Again?ā
You blinked looking at the words. The light outside your window was gone. Hours wasted playing the game. You closed the app, surprised at how addicting it was. Youād have to play again though. You had to win. You werenāt the kind of person to give up. Especially at a game that fun.
Maybe if you beat it youād even consider getting a red button tattoo. A big button that someone could press. Your mind began to drift away at the thought. Of a big red button. Connected to your brain. That would make everything go away.
Slowly you began to open the app without even thinking.