A girl with a kink

a place to put hypnosis posts I like. I have very specific tastes.

[villainwithacrush]

evil hive mind crab bucket mentality. every time one hero snaps out of it/realizes what they're doing is wrong they're corrupted and dragged down all over again by the rest of the controlled heroes until they can't remember why they fought back. over and over ad infinitum.

[homohypnoticus]

really love physical touch in inductions and as triggers. it's so sensual. for a trigger i like for it to be something someone can do if they're behind you, too. a shoulder touch or like the back of the neck. the back of the neck is really good. any kind of petting is also nice. it's like such a creepy and possessive kind of motion. slow caresses too. or like drawing little circles in the skin. or light touches where someone's like barely ghosting their hand over you. or a massaging motion. ear massages. scalp massages. pulling or pushing motions, moving you, holding you. a finger running down or up your spine. a hand on the small of your back. a hand over your mouth. hands covering your eyes. the way that with any kind of physical trigger or induction technique, if you're already used to it you'll anticipate it any time they're almost doing the motion or they're close to the area they usually touch. maybe they just keep creeping closer to tease you. or maybe they do it so quickly you don't even have time to anticipate it.

[ace-trainer-alice]

Thinking about heart eyes and forced romantic attraction again. Giving someone an overwhelming crush on me... The violating dimension of "normal" emotions. Is it normal for my eyes to be so pretty that you can barely think about anything except how much you want to agree with everything I say and be mine? Yes, of course it is. Crushes are perfectly normal, don't worry about it at all. Such a good toy.

[ravishmentbait]

brainwashing is so so deeply romantic, and a lot of that romanticism is squandered as soon as sex is added to the picture. You want to have me completely? You need that so bad that you're willing to take the time and effort to break, melt down, and reforge any parts of my that aren't conducive to that? You want me to think of nothing but you? For me to love you? Love you as my god, the controller of my reality, the centerpoint of my entire universe? Oh my god I'll do anything for you, anything forever- oh you're. trying to get me off. Moment ruined, go away.

[ravishmentbait]

brainwashing is so so deeply romantic, and a lot of that romanticism is squandered as soon as sex is added to the picture. You want to have me completely? You need that so bad that you're willing to take the time and effort to break, melt down, and reforge any parts of my that aren't conducive to that? You want me to think of nothing but you? For me to love you? Love you as my god, the controller of my reality, the centerpoint of my entire universe? Oh my god I'll do anything for you, anything forever- oh you're. trying to get me off. Moment ruined, go away.

[robot-joint-crush-point]

Permanent hypnosis. Permanently putting someone into a nice docile obedient state where they’ll never be fully awake again. Even if you order them to act like a real person, they’ll still be calm and slow and blissfully thoughtless on the inside, perpetually stuck in a living dream. Or more precisely, perpetually lacking the volition and brainpower to do anything but obey.

[endless-dreaming-and-falling]

Who tf reblogged the triggers post I woke up to like 50 notifications

[endless-dreaming-and-falling]

So like who reblogged the triggers post and why am I waking up to 12 notes a day for it???

[cyclonehypnosis]

Thinking about how hot uniforms can be in the context of hypnosis

Dressing someone exactly how you please, knowing they will happily obey. Knowing when they look in the mirror, they'll see all the personhood they used to express in their clothing stripped away, and knowing they see only the outfit you chose. Knowing they are wearing that outfit not because they had a choice, but because it is so pleasing and arousing to someone else.

Knowing once you control someone's clothing sense, you control their sense of self, and knowing how you can use that to break their mind even further

[matt-is-me]

Hypnotizing you, not with any fancy inductions or spirals, but by overloading your brain with praise.

It all starts out quite normally. A nice, regular chat, with friendly banter, and a few comments about how good you are being by answering my questions and talking to me. That praise feels very reassuring, making it so much easier for you to relax, letting yourself feel more and more calm with each moment that we spend talking.

As we continue chatting, though, my compliments become more and more frequent. Calling you a good toy each time you answer a question, conditioning you to feel so incredibly accomplished by simply following my words. And with each passing remark, your mind becomes more and more fuzzy, every thought slowly replaced by the overwhelming need to be praised.

Eventually, it becomes all that you can think about. A chorus of "great job!" and "good sub", desperately bouncing around in your head, shattering your mind to pieces. It feels so good to be praised, to be reminded of how amazing you are when you obey, dropping deep into trance as my warm words echo in your pretty little head.

After all, it's true. Every word I said was correct. You are such a good toy, and you love being reminded of how adorable you are when you follow my commands~

[hypno-gears]

Villains who grab their victim's head while hypnotizing them❤️❤️❤️❤️

It's like they literally have the victim's brain in the palm of their hand.

Even hotter when the victim tries to resist the spell but are trapped in the villain's grasp.

[servantofdiscord]

You find yourself wearing a cursed snake-themed collar that can’t be removed and will give your reflection hypnotic eyes. Every time you go to check on yourself in the bathroom or a pool of water your own face will be staring back at you with irresistible & colorful eyes that you will be powerless to look away from. Your mind will quickly calm into a serene silence perfect for anyone to take advantage of you and give commands directly to your subconscious.

Your friends eventually find out and start teasing you relentlessly about it. About how dopey you look whenever you look into a window that’s just reflective enough and you just stand there slack-jawed and drooling. About how suggestible you are like some kind of obedient Narcissius, doing whatever silly task is asked of you no matter how degrading. About how red your face gets once you’re no longer locked in eye contact with yourself and the shame of getting lost in yourself AGAIN is apparently no less potent than the other hundreds of times you’ve been caught like this.

Some of them even started carrying mirrors to drop you into mindlessness when you least expect it. You’d be pretty mad at them taking advantage of you like this but they’ve conditioned you while you were tranced out to just live with it. It’s just one of those things you accept now, a harmless prank is all, there’s no reason to get so upset over a good-natured joke. Besides you look so cute when you can’t control yourself and you wouldn’t want to deprive your friends that would you?

[gayofthefae]

Using this post on everything forever this bullshit comes up so much 😭

[catnipl0ver]

Pet girl who is conditioned to have her thoughts become slower and slower whenever she hears the sound of a bell.

Pet girl who is made to wear a collar with a bell on it whenever she needs to be a bit more docile, dumb and obedient.

Pet girl who is reminded with every step, every readjustement of her posture, every tug on her leash that thoughts are for people. And that cute little pets don't get to think. They have people to do that for them.

[oliversrarebooks]

siren song for sirens

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just a gay hypnotic mermaid thing don't mind me

tw: mind control, capture, drugging, horny imagery, mentions of drowning

The yacht was relatively small, but it still reeked of luxury, sleek gray bow cutting through the choppy ocean. It had been a while since she'd had such a prize in her waters. She wasn't sure what had changed about the humans, but it had become rarer and rarer for them to stray into her territory; perhaps they had a better way of warning each other. As long as it had been since she'd feasted on drowning humans, she certainly wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her up.

Boats like these were easy to ensorcel. The rich were bursting with unchecked desires -- no matter how much wealth they possessed, they always wanted more, more money, more fame, more sex, more of all the world's treasures. It was so easy for a siren to weave an inescapable net around them, enslave them with their cravings, and pull them down into the depths. The crew, too, were simple enough to capture, with their jealousy and their longing for more. Perhaps they didn't deserve it, but she took them all the same. And once the boat was emptied, she could have her fun sinking it and harvesting all of its treasures.

This boat already seemed strangely empty, though. She could sense only a few crew members below deck, and the only living thing above deck was a single woman, lounging at the railing. She was dressed in a billowing white shirt and tight black pants, like a romantic sailor of old, untamed hair blowing in the wind. She scanned the water as though she were searching for something.

Curious, the siren skimmed the top of her mind, sampled her desires. There was a rich array of them, the familiar lust for money, the equally familiar lust for carnal pleasures, and then --

She saw herself, reflected in another's mind.

So this foolish sailor had come here looking for sirens. Perhaps she hoped that she could experience the bliss of a siren's song without succumbing to the spell, as many had before, all of them drowned. Or perhaps the arrogant woman thought she could capture a siren, keep her for her own as a plaything.

The siren's lips curled into a cruel smile. She liked this one, liked her insolence. She thought she wouldn't drown the woman right away -- she could cast a spell to grant her gills, and hypnotize her into senselessness, and put her on a leash of kelp and pearls, and adorn her with sparkling treasures. Yes, such a pet would be the envy of her friends and her sisters. This one would look so beautiful with empty eyes and jewels in her flowing hair. It would be a fitting fate for one who dared to possess a siren.

Just as the siren opened her mouth to sing, dooming the sailor forever, a sweet, clear note echoed through the ocean, undistorted by the waves. It was a gorgeous sound, more lovely than even the siren's own song, more lovely than even her queen's voice. She looked up, and the woman was smiling, her hair and face illuminated by the setting sun, bathed in red and orange, and the siren had never seen anything so alluring.

A wave of euphoria passed through her, and she shuddered. She had to possess this human. Her mind was filled with dreams of showering the woman with pearls and gems and flowing silks, of pulling the woman close, of pressing her lips to the human's soft mouth and overflowing breasts and --

The siren breached the surface of the water, swimming so close to the ship. She was dimly aware that this wasn't how she normally captured boats -- she usually kept her distance and enticed the humans to jump -- but everything felt so warm and the woman was so close --

The siren shrieked as something coarse closed in around her, and she was hoisted into the air. She'd been caught in a net like any common fish, utterly humiliated. How had the human done this, caught her so off guard? This woman would pay, no matter how beautiful she was.

But as the siren turned to look at the woman, her fierce thoughts of revenge dissolved into sea foam, and she was falling into a stupor once more. The woman put a slender finger to her lips, gently shushing the siren, and the siren felt strangely compelled to obey.

No! A part of her fought, swimming against the inexorable current. She could still take this woman, she could still turn the tides. All she had to do was skim the woman's mind for her desires, and…

And she saw herself, reflected in another's mind.

It was she who had been hypnotized to senselessness, deep green eyes wide and glassy. It was she who was wearing the leash of kelp and pearls, adorned with sparkling treasures. It was she who was dressed in gems and flowing silks, floating submissively in an enormous tank filled with coral and jewel-like fish. It was she whose breasts were exposed for the woman to fondle and kiss with lust in her eyes.

She looked so, so beautiful as this woman's pet.

And as the woman sang, the siren's fantasies and desires intensified. The net was lowered onto the deck of the boat, and the siren was laid out on the warm wood, gazing up at her impossibly ravishing mistress.

A thin strip of some unfamiliar soft material was wrapped around her mouth, the woman gripping her face with a look of hunger in her eyes. The siren tried to open her mouth to make a sound of adoration, and found that she couldn't, the strange device holding it shut fast. She'd been disarmed, helpless, sprawled out on a dry deck and robbed of her voice.

And she would have panicked about it if she weren't captivated by the glittering eyes above her.

Something sharp and cold plunged into her neck, and the world grew slower and further away. The woman stroked her cheek, her smile growing sinister. The siren blinked slowly, torn between the desire to lay still and please her mistress, and the fading sense that she was in danger; both of those thoughts started to dim as she grew so, so sleepy. Her muscles loosened and her eyelids drooped as the woman spoke in an unfamiliar language. There were footsteps echoing behind her, hands picking her up, and she only wanted to sleep. Sleep, and dream of being a pet, of being so desired.

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[oliversrarebooks]

get lost

a story about hapless wanderers and the fairy that collects them

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TW: mind control, drugging, restraints, captivity, hypnosis, non-sexual touching and manhandling, condescension

You are lost.

Maybe you decided to go for a hike that was above your skill level. Maybe you wandered into the woods behind your suspiciously cheap vacation rental. Maybe you woke up here among the thick undergrowth. You might not even remember how you ended up here.

But you know for sure you are lost.

Any hint of a path has long been swallowed by roots and branches, moss and weeds. You might have some supplies, but they're not nearly enough to spend a significant amount of time lost in the forest. The trees are even so thick overhead that you can't reliably tell the direction of the sun, if you even knew which direction might help.

The only thing you can do is to keep trudging, hoping that eventually you'll get somewhere.

The more you climb over thick roots and rotten logs, the more you wade through tall grasses, the more exhausted you're becoming. Your calf muscles ache. Your arms are scratched and stung from twigs and rough bark and bugs. You're so tired. But you know you can't stop for long if you hope to get out of the forest before nightfall. It can't be that much further, can it?

You pause for just a moment to lean against a tree, taking a deep breath. The smell of green leaves and damp earth fills your senses, both pleasant and oppressive. This time, you think you sense something else. It smells almost sweet, like flowers or candy. It's different. And while you're not sure it will help, you feel drawn to it.

As you stumble further into the forest, you notice more and more flowers growing thick around you. Scatterings of clover and goldenrod are giving way to larger, more exotic blooms, in stunning jewel-tone colors. Even as the forest gets deeper and darker, you see more and more of the flowers, surrounding you, and the scent of sweet nectar and pollen grows stronger. It makes you feel woozy, almost drowsy, but you can't stop now. You need to keep going. 

You wonder vaguely how such large flowers can grow in a place with little sunlight. The flowers hanging from the branches and swaying in front of you are nearly as big as your entire face. They sway softly in a breeze you can't feel, and you watch them, transfixed in wonder. They're beautiful. And they smell so good.

You don't notice when your feet stop moving. You barely notice when something warm snakes around your ankles.

The flowers sparkle and shimmer and sway in front of you, and you sway too, dazed. A cloud of yellow engulfs your vision and you cough softly as your head fills with pollen. You feel so sleepy, so deeply drowsy, as though you'd like to lay down and take a nap, just rest your eyes for only a minute...

No, you can't stop here. You're lost, and the forest is dangerous. You muster up what strength remains to you to try and take a step back, only to realize that your legs are halfway wrapped in vines, holding you firmly in place. Your feeble struggles cause you to lose balance, and more vines catch you, wrapping around your chest and arms.

Your limbs are already heavy and numb from the sedating pollen, and your weak thrashes against the vines holding you captive do nothing to free you. Just as you start to panic, your mind trying to reassert itself against the numbing influences, the flowers appear before you again, distracting you with their colors. They're starting to blur, your vision fogging. You're getting sleepy, all of your fight draining from your body. You yawn involuntarily, taking in more pollen. You're fighting a losing battle against your heavy, drooping eyelids.

As your mind starts to slip into a drugged, half-awake daze, you're vaguely aware that the vines are pulling you against a tree and restraining you firmly but comfortably. You can hardly move an inch now, but you're becoming less and less inclined to try. It's so much effort to resist, when you could just fall into a dozing dream, relaxed and comfortable and so drowsy.

One of the flowers is growing closer, engulfing your entire vision. You feel the soft petals brush your cheek, the scent of sweet pollen and nectar intense as the flower seals around your face. The dim spark of consciousness that remains to you recognizes this as the final step in the trap: it's going to put you to sleep. You know now it's aware of what it's doing, and it's going to incapacitate you, make you sleep so deeply, helpless and unaware, vulnerable to whatever or whoever set this trap in the first place.

There's nothing you can do about it but take a deep breath. You're so comfortable and sleepy, and your eyelids are beginning to flutter, too heavy to keep open. You relax into the vines. Everything's starting to feel so floaty and far away, and it's so nice to feel your pain and fear flowing out of you. Every breath smells like flowers. Every breath pulls your eyelids down, coaxing you into a gentle, easy slumber. You're too tired and dazed to fight it, to even remember why you wanted to fight it. It's so much nicer to stop moving, to shut your eyes, to let the gentle flowers and vines lull you into sleep.

You skim the edge of sleep, and your dreams are filled with the forest, but you're not lost any more. You belong to it. You're part of the moss on the trees and the breeze ruffling the flowers and the ants marching in a neat line. Your mind relaxes, defenses lowering, as the wind and the  trees whisper to you in words you don't understand.

You don't know how long you sleep, but eventually you feel someone pulling at the vines holding you in place, the light pressure on your body loosening. You fall forward into warm arms, blinking slowly, dazed and just barely awake.

"There, there, I've got you," says a voice like flowing water, washing over you. "Just relax. You're safe."

You have questions, but your tongue is too thick to speak and your mind too drowsy to formulate them. "What...?" you manage.

"Shhh, hush, now. I'm going to take good care of you." 

You're being picked up in a strong grip, and you feel yourself being carried away, the meager light around you dimming as you're brought into an even deeper part of the forest. Your helpless body is laid down on soft grass and moss, propped up against a tree, and you sink into it, fighting the urge to fall back asleep.

A face appears in front of you, shining in the dim light. The eyes sparkle and the mouth smiles, but you can tell instinctively it is not human. 

The strange being sits back and begins to play on a set of panpipes, a low, haunting tune. Its form is difficult to make out, youthful and humanoid but not clearly male nor female, and you can see sparkling, deep blue wings like those of a butterfly. A fairy, perhaps -- that's the closest thing your mind offers. It seems clad only in flowers, ribbons, and strings of beads, which flutter slightly in the breeze. 

It's so hard to think, to even remember how you came to be here, and the music is slowly but surely stealing your focus away. The song is so beautiful, and you're completely relaxed and calm, not at all inclined to move, much less escape. Increasingly less inclined to think too hard about any of this. The air around you seems to sparkle as your vision blurs, your eyes blinking so, so slowly. 

Through your haze you see the fairy smile, looking down at you. You smile back weakly. It stops playing -- although the music continues to tie your mind in binds -- and kneels beside you. It tilts your chin up with the softest of touches, their fingers like sunbeams, and gaze into your glassy eyes.

"What's your name, little one?"

Your name spills from your mouth, and the fairy laughs with a sound like bells.

"Of course it is. You're such a silly little thing, running away from me, aren't you?"

Running away? Your brow furrows. Even in your entranced state, that doesn't seem quite right, does it...?

"You don't even remember why you ran away, did you?" The fairy ruffles your hair affectionately. "It's an awfully good thing I found you before you hurt yourself. You were like a helpless moth, flapping uselessly against a spider web."

"I didn't..." You're trying to collect your thoughts enough to explain why that's wrong. "I didn't run away from you," you finish weakly.

"No?" It leans in closer, eyes far too bright. "Then how did you get here?"

Your mouth opens and closes.

The fairy traces a finger along your cheek, just under your eye. "Can you remember?"

You can't. Your mind is still full of fog and pollen and everything feels like a blur. "...I was lost," you manage.

"Yes, you were," it says with a predatory grin. "And now you're found, but you don't even remember that you belong to me. Poor dandelion fluff." It produces a long, iridescent ribbon from seemingly nowhere, holding it up in front of you. "But don't worry, I'm not mad. I know you can't help it. Your head's just so full of flowers that there's no room for anything hard, like memories."

You'd like to protest, but that seems right somehow. Doesn't it?

"Here, let me put your collar back on." It ties the ribbon in a bow around your neck, and you're too relaxed to stop it. The ribbon feels silky smooth and weightless, and the fairy wraps one end around its wrist. That feels right, too, like something long forgotten locking into place. "Let's get you home, little moth."

It picks you up effortlessly once again, and your limbs are too heavy and numb to do anything more but lean against it. In the blink of an eye, you're flying. The soft, rhythmic wingbeats fill your ears and soothe you as the fairy somehow glides effortlessly through the thick tangles of branches and vines.

You come to a stop at a darkened clearing filled with enormous mushrooms, large enough to sit on and pulsating with soft blue-purple light. There are beads and ribbons and trinkets hanging from every tree branch. In the dim light you can see the sparkle of many colored crystals, and, off to one side, there seems to be a pile of people huddled on top of the mushrooms. Humans, like you, all in various states of undress, with their skin painted in wild, rainbow hues. All of them seem fast asleep.

Before you have a chance to wonder if this is the fate that awaits you, you're laid out onto a bed of soft mushroom, your ribbon-leash tied to a tree. You try to push yourself up and look around, but your head feels dizzy and your arms are heavy and uncoordinated. The fairy pulls your pack from your back and pushes you down gently. You watch as it rifles through your things, tossing this and that to the side, running its fingers down the rough paper of your sketchbook, using your pens to mark its hands, clicking your flashlight on and off, before tossing it all into a pile of other backpacks.

"Drink." The fairy is holding out a small clay cup of unnaturally bright red liquid. "You must be thirsty, little moth. Drink."

You swallow hard. Your throat and lips are dry, but the last remnant of your reason is warning you with all its might. "What is it?" you ask.

"Medicine, silly thing. Medicine to open your mind. Medicine to help you accept. Medicine to soothe you to slumber."

You manage to shake your head. "I don't want that."

The fairy smiles, the shimmering red liquid reflected in its impossibly large eyes, and speaks your name. It sounds like water rushing down a mountain, like fire consuming a forest.

It holds out the cup once more, and your hands reach to take it, unable to stop yourself from drinking. The medicine is warm and tastes like sweet berries and slides down your throat like a living thing.

"Foolish little bunny," it says gleefully, and then you feel everything. Slow. Down.

Suddenly, you're hyperaware of everything around you. The mushrooms below you and the cool air around you makes your skin prickle, the beads clinking together overhead sound like a symphony, and you can smell a hundred things you're sure you've never smelled before. It would be utterly overwhelming if you weren't completely relaxed. A butterfly flaps nearby, and you watch its wings sparkle through lazy, half-lidded eyes.

The fairy is in front of you again, holding a tray of little pots of pigment. It dips its fingers into the purple and runs its thumb along your cheek, outlining your eyes. Symbols are drawn on your forehead as it mutters strange words under its breath. With the pads of its fingers, it coaxes your eyelids shut, and you can feel pigment being applied to them too. You're not inclined to open them again as it lines your lips with colors, running down your chin and onto your neck.

"You're so cute under my spell," says the fairy. "Sometime I'll take you to a still pool so you can see how beautiful my painting is on your blank face."

It picks up your hands and decorates those as well, as your mind dozes and drifts, listening to the far off sounds of bird wings and creatures scuttling through the undergrowth. Your thoughts are filled with colors and mushrooms as a deft finger draws lines around your arms, the fairy's muttering turning into a song, a spell. 

You can feel the magic settling on you and around you like a heavy blanket. Your shoes and socks are pulled off too, landing nearby with a thud, and your feet are decorated, pigment tickling the soles of your feet and the spaces between your toes. Hands that feel sun warmed draw your wrists together and bind them with more silky, weightless ribbons.

"Sleep now, tired little thing. You're safe and sound here with me."

You're half-asleep, eyelids fluttering, as you're picked up and set down again next to the pile of other humans. 

You were lost.

And now you have been collected.

And now you will not be found.

[marblingminds]

no one talks about how hot non sexual Dom/sub Hypno is, like yes Ur mindless and obey me, all the time all day