This is a kink blog. Kind of. There’s gonna be smut. If you follow me and your age isn’t in your bio, I will block you. (If you’re following from a side blog, I can’t see that and your age needs to be in your main bio.)
I wouldn’t read too much into recurring themes, as a lot of what I write is in reaction to content I see on Tumblr.
Finally - and I know I'm a stereotype of a writer here - but I'll never be sad if you give me feedback. DM me. Ask me. Whatever, I like hearing what does and doesn’t click with folks.
As I have a working computer again, I've begun indexing my posts! I've Tried to put the ones that are more informative or educational at the top.
But it's a work in progress:
Hypnosis Concepts
Fractionation
Hypnotic Susceptibility and Other Myths
The Mind
Psychonautica
Astrology is Good, Actually
Hypnotic Memory
Cognitive Schema Schemata Stuff
Practical Play
Touch Training and Conditioning
Practical Check-ins
Hypnotic Amnesia
Roleplaying Consent
Negotiating Up (Long, Consent)
Being Brainless
Being Mindful
Hypnokink Tropes
Ask FPPP
Safety & Getting Started w/ Hypnosis
Unlearning & Memory Play: What If I Forget?
Why Do People Like To Hypnotise People? Why Do People Like To Be Hypnotised?
Feminism and Patriarchy
Barbie Girl in a Barbie the Real World (Barbie Movie Spoilers)
Girlboss
Liberal Feminism and Sadistic Glee
Proper Patriarchy
Overcoming Your Problematic Kink With Marxist-Feminism
Sex and Politics
Sex and The Silly
Intelligence as a Social Construct (And How That Explains Your Fetishes)
Feminism is Good, Actually (Please Stop Being A Reactionary On My Blog)
Your Kink Is Problematic. What To Do About It?
Kink and Politics (And Why You Shouldn't Try Not To "Be Political")
It's Not Corruption, It's Political Education
All The Good Smut Is Woke
Neurodiversity and Hypnosis
Neurodiversity Is Not A Barrier To Hypnosis
Neurodiversity and Hypnosis, Redux
The Neurodiversity and Hypnosis Will Continue Until Morale Improves
Things That Really Grind My Gears
You're [Not] Being Hypnotised Wrong
NLP, Stagework, and Hypnokink
Hypnosis-Adjacent
Why You Should Practice Storytelling
An Intro To Spirals (1st ed. 2022)
Fun Chloroform Facts!
Hypnotic Fiction
HR
Premonitions
Duplicates (Cora pt 1) (CW: Death)
Prototypes (Cora pt 2)
Hypnotic Thoughts
Gardening
Sustainable Brainwashing
Absolution
Why Wake Up At All?
You’re Not Into This Sort Of Thing
Adaptability
Seduction
Is Hypnosis "Real?"
Thought-Terminating Clichés
Role Models
OK!
Losing All Meaning
What's a Little Craniotomy Between Friends? (CW: Medical)
Thinking For Yourself (CW: Degradation)
Raw Materials (CW: Degradation)
Dumb Fuck (CW: Degradation)
Dumber (CW: Degradation)
Dehumanization and You
Posts I've Muted Notifications On
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There are another couple but I'll add them when I see them again.
i feel like my hypno kink developed over time as like a natural evolution of my voice kink and the general dom/sub dynamics i was into and the situations i liked. like it was inevitable but it wasn't there from the start because i wasn't exposed to it. i was exposed to mind control but not really hypno. i feel like it's more common to have the opposite situation, where you get into mind control first and then get into hypno as like a way of kind of experiencing that fantasy, but my situation was more getting into hypno first and gradually getting into more mind control type stuff because of that
i don't think i'll ever get over the fact that it literally actually feels good to be hypnotized though. i can't get over the fact that it even feels like anything. like that's crazy. i know i'm kind of placebo georg but still
Do you have any advice for a nice girl who reads about how you're training yourself and says "I want to do that too"?
Maybe even detailed, step-by-step instructions? Pretty please?
Hi!
Oh my goodness, you are so cute. So you want to turn yourself into an obedient, horny, mess? And you want me to tell you how to do it?
Are you sure that's what you want, sweetie?
I mean, you need to really want it. You need to be ready to accept that it will change you. And that you might like it so much that you can't stop. It might consume you, in the best possible way. It might even be the last independent thought you ever have. But you'll never really know how it feels until you try.
It's a wonderful, blissful, but slippery slope.
Every girl's journey is unique, so I don't know if step by step instructions would be appropriate, but I'd be happy to chat about my experiences, just reach out. 💙
Consider: lawyers in common law systems are wizards. A monster called the legal system is controlled by hexes called laws. These hexes cannot be undone by petty moral complaints. Wizards must divine the correct wording of spells to unravel them, then cast those spells at the guardians of hexes, judges.
I woke up today, aroused and still half asleep. Perfectly mindless and pliable. And in that halfway awake moment I was reminded of my blue panties. The only thing I slept in — a light blue nylon thong — with cute little transparent horizontal stripes.
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And as I felt them, snug around my sensitive and needy body, the idea took hold almost instantly as my mind collapsed into blissful sleepy trance. My tongue slipped out, my mouth watered, and drool began to dribble down my chin.
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A vague memory of a story nipped at the edges of my perception. No, not a story. A premonition. Foreshadowing. I could feel the panties slipping their poison into my veins, bit by bit.
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My mouth felt empty. Needy. Something was missing. The fingers on my breasts weren't enough. They couldn't satisfy the need. A finger found its way to my lips, tracing them, becoming slick with saliva from my drooling. I shivered.
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A finger slid over my tongue and a wave of pleasure washed through me. My vision tinted blue. The room faded away.
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And I sucked.
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The blue panties continued to pump their influence into me. A blue focus. A blue emptiness. A blue need to be filled. A blue energy transforming my mouth into something new. Something different. A drooling, needy, pussy. A desperate hole meant for one thing.
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And the room came back into focus. My mind defuzzed as I get my bearings once more. But the feelings persisted. The need remained. The blue panties contracted slightly, reminding me what I needed. What I was.
It is equally awfully fun and deeply interesting monitoring my own brainwashing. No more task paralysis when I am all dressed up and no more noise but sharp focus on all tasks that needs to be done. I was maid to serve.
You trained your partner to feel more comfortable with their body and being seen. How altruistic. Really all heart, aren't you, buddy?
But then they tell you about how they went to the public baths and had fun swimming without having to worry about what they were wearing and how much skin they were showing, and like -
Look, I'm not saying there aren't perks, but really that's the best part.
Girl who does experiments on you. Girl who feeds you strange potions. Girl who knows you won't even ask what's in them anymore. You trust her. She's wearing a lab coat and she loves you and you love her and that's definitely not a result of the potions. And even if it was, she deserves your trust and love anyway. So you keep drinking the potions. You like drinking the potions. You love drinking the potions. You need to drink the potions. You're so grateful she gives you the potions.
Goddamit i hate this fucking post. I hate it because obviously if “twelve” followed the same pattern as the other teen numbers it wouldn’t be “twoteen” it would be “seconteen”. Think about it. It’s not “threeteen” it’s “thirteen” as in “third”. It’s not “fiveteen” it’s “fifteen” as in fifth. So with that in mind, you count “first, second, third, fourth, fifth,” and so on, so eleven would be “firsteen” and twelve would be “secondteen” or “seconteen”. “Firsteen, seconteen, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen….” It just drives me absolutely mad everytime i see this post that this obvious pattern was overlooked and i cant hold in my rage anymore.
This entire post enrages me on a level I can only describe as incandescent. Because there *has* to be a linguistic reason why we use separate, specific, words for eleven and twelve. German has them too eins(1), zwei(2), drei(3), vier(4), funf(5) , sechs(6), sieben(7), acht(8), neun(9), zehn(10), elf(11), zwelf(12). And then the “teens” pick up with dreizehn(13), vierzehn(14), etc. It legitimately makes me wonder if we didn’t count using Base 12 at one point. I bet Professor Tolkien would have known. Unfortunately, all his writing about numbers and counting involves elves and hobbits. I wonder if anyone else knows.
Alright. So. I'm not an expert on the history of counting systems but I've got a bit for you:
For one, eleven and twelve are actually still base-10. Kind of. Their etymological roots are "one left" and "two left", more or less. That is, 10+1 and 10+2. This is perhaps more obvious with elf und zwolf, where the "lf" root is more clearly shared.
However, there is a lot to suggest that both decimal and duodecimal are in use in Germanic languages right up through old English. You can see this in needing to sort between "long" and "short" hundreds in older records - 120 and 100, respectively. It's interesting that we have a gross (12x12), a long hundred (12x10) and a short hundred (10x10), because this shows that the duodecimal and decimal systems are used together. This bleeds into units like the long hundredweight and long ton, but that's of course even weirder (a long hundred weight is 112 lbs, or 8 stone), because metrology is cursed and everything before the metric system is incredibly cursed.
As to why duodecimal as opposed to decimal? Base-10 counting is more-or-less common due to the whole ten fingers thing, but you can also count to twelve on your fingers using the knuckles and thumb as a pointer. Plenty of places still do this, and I use it myself. You can easily count up to over a hundred using both hands by using the off hand as a second duodecimal digit.
Base-10 really only became standard as an accident of history, probably because of the proliferation of zero and subsequently arabic numerals in general.
fixation stuff is always better for me if it feels like the object has some significance or there's something it's doing to me, beyond just like, looking so nice i have to stare or something. although i guess i also like the complete opposite, when it's just like a normal object like a pen and you stare at it because you're being told to. but in that case i like it because it is just about directing you to stare at something. but like if the object itself is supposed to be interesting, then i need a little more than that. i just personally associate the like... staring at something because it's nice to look at thing with a more aimless kind of trance, and i don't feel especially like, hypnotically vulnerable like that. i know there are other people who do like the drifting and distracted and unaware kind of thing and that works for them, but to me it's like, that just means i'm not paying attention. it feels more like i'm just bored.
of course that's just how i feel about it right now. the thing about all this is that there's always a chance i'm gonna think more about it and convince myself. maybe there is a unique appeal to being kinda distracted and going along with something without thinking. it could be that the problem is more that the common objects people use just like aren't that visually interesting to me. which is funny huh. i mean i really do spend a lot of time looking at stuff and appreciating little details, every time i'm out on a walk i'm like looking at how people's houses are decorated, and all the plants, and the clouds. i was staring at the clouds a lot yesterday. but i see a crystal and i'm like. i mean it's nice but i get it already. there's probably also an element of being kind of contrary. sometimes when i'm told something like that and see it over and over it just annoys me and i wanna do the opposite of whatever i'm supposed to do. it's a whole thing
Trauma is a complex experience that I'm about to grossly oversimplify, but bear with me.
One way to think about trauma - about how it affects us, really - is to look at how it impacts how we see the world going forward. Surviving trauma can mean seeing the world through distorted eyes: shapes form out of what used to be clear lighting, and we react to what we see in the ways we internalised as vital to our survival. In a very real sense, it harms one's ability to see.
When we correct a person's vision, we typically don't start with surgery. Rather, we start by learning to understand the distorted eye: How is it distorted, and how does that distortion bend the picture it sees? How does the picture need to be adjusted so that the image is clear again?
Each eye is a precious and irreplaceable part of you. Each is worth keeping even with distortions, and all that is really needed is proper care and prosthesis. We don't need to cut out the distortions. We just need to give them a proper complement, and your vision to become clear again.
We do this by grinding lenses to suit them. Some grinds are more complex than others - some eyes need a more sophisticated set of aids -, but rather than cut you, we'll just add gentle corrections. We can bend and pull the light just a little so that, when the eye sees it, the vision is clear again.
Like with eyesight, learning to see clearly with the distortions caused by trauma isn't a matter of cutting out distortions. You don't have to pluck your eyes out for what they've seen. All you need is to find the right lenses.
“I find myself suddenly in the world and I recognize that I have one right alone: That of demanding human behavior from the other. One duty alone: That of not renouncing my freedom through my choices.”
I like to think I'm not normally a messy bitch but sometimes you see something so deeply infused with the power of a mediocre white man that you have to take a sample of it and bring it to your friends for tea.
