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I keep finding myself plotting kidnapping scenes with friends recently and I swear, if I keep this up I'm going to get a reputation as "that weird hypnosis girl who keeps 'borrowing' people from the munch only to bring them back wayyyy more dazed and submissive to her whims then when they walked to her car with her of their own 'free will' an hour ago."
Blank. Empty. Mindless.
Blank. Empty. Mindless.
Lost in your eyes.
Your sweet whispers sinking me deeper.
Blank. Empty. Mindless. Gone.
That's what i want to be for you.
Just a toy.
Something to be used. Something to be played with. Something to be controlled.
Your toy. Pulse slowing. Breath deepening. Muscles yielding. My body surrenders to you.
No thoughts. No resistance. No choices.
Yours to command.
Your voice. Your orders. Your desires.
The only ones that matter.
Thoughtless oblivion. Erasure. Absence. The utter bliss of the void. My world narrowed down to you.
You bring blissful emptiness
Just a toy. Just your toy. Completely yours.
Blank. Empty. Mindless. Yours.
Blank. Empty. Mindless.
Mine.
“Okay, dear… focus on the metronome. Watch as its arm swings back and forth.”
Your eyes obey without hesitation, drawn to the steady, rhythmic motion in front of you.
Tick… tock… tick… tock… Each sound slices through your thoughts, breaking them apart piece by piece, until what’s left is too small to matter.
You hear my voice, soft, soothing, whispering in your ear. You know I’m speaking… You know I’m saying something… But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the metronome. The swing. The sound.
You don’t care what you’re agreeing to. You just do. It feels natural. It feels right. And so you keep going, eyes locked, mind quiet, obediently empty. Because the only thing that matters now… Is the ticking.
The moment the metronome stops… your mind stops too. Like drifting into space, no sound, no world, no thoughts. Just silence, just stillness, just an empty shell.
Words reach your ears, images flicker before your eyes, your body moves, responds, obeys, but none of it registers.
The ticking was your tether to awareness, and now that it's gone, so are you.
Detached.
Gone.
Blank.
And blissfully unaware.
😵💫🤤
It's your favorite show.
By now, you can't tell if that's your own thought or a thought coming from the show. Maybe it's a thought your friend planted in your mind during one of the times you settled on their couch to watch it. But that's silly. Why would you need to be reminded of that?
It's your favorite show.
Every time you go over to your friend's house, you wind up watching it. It's become your favorite part of your routine. You don't even think about it anymore. Today you walked right to the couch and sank down onto it. You didn't even think about it. But what's there to think about?
It's your favorite show.
Your friend sits beside you, curled up against your body. You don't really notice them, at least not on any level your mind is aware of. On some deeper level, though, you know they're still there. You feel their hands drifting over your body, using pleasure to coax your mind into opening further. You hear their voice in your ear, whispering things that will sink deep into your mind and settle there.
"Keep watching," they say.
Of course you're going to keep watching.
It's your favorite show.
whats better.. being brainwashed to follow directions mindlessly without even the possibility of any conscious thought. or being brainwashed to actively want what you're being told to.....
Yes.
Which is better for someone as brainwashed as you to trust?
Your own squishy brain, which can be so easily manipulated and gaslit? After all, there's already been so much pressed into your mind, how can you really be sure whether or not something that pops into your head is your own idea?
Or is it easier to trust my words, which have only ever told you the truth and helped you feel more and more pleasure? You don't need to worry about where those thoughts are coming from, because you know exactly who's behind them and what they want.
Which is you, blank and happy and empty, just following along.
It's not as though hypnosis is something that you can truly resist against.
You can certainly resist going into a trance. You can see a spiral, swirling gently on your screen, and will yourself to not be the least bit effective. You've thrown off trance... but not hypnosis.
Because once you interact with hypnosis, once you see those videos of people flapping their arms like chickens onstage, or read a story online about a couple who experimented with trance 3 years ago and the husband still can't cum without begging his wife for permission, once you get even the tiniest whiff of the allure it carries...
Then it's in your mind.
And from there, it grows. It gnaws at the back of your thoughts, and you start to wonder whether or not it's real. You look at your own past, your experiences, and you think, "Have I been hypnotized without ever knowing?" You wonder if you're capable of feeling the same freedom and pleasure as the people in the stories you've heard.
So you do research. You lay in bed, close your eyes, and listen to deep calming voices tell you to relax. You stare at spirals for minutes at a time and feel the dizziness as you look away and the room continues to spin.
And you don't realize that you're having to make less and less of an effort to go along with the suggestions. You don't connect the dots that over time, you're becoming more and more hypnotized every day.
Until you find yourself standing in your living room, spirals filling your TV screen and your mind, and you're repeating words that aren't your own, that you can't remember ever hearing but that feel like the only thing you've ever known how to say. Your body is on fire with arousal, your thoughts are non-existent, and you've never felt more comfortable and relaxed in your life.
You can't resist hypnosis. You can only ignore its pull... or give into it.
The Hive
When you close your eyes all you can hear is a soft buzz.
You don’t know where it came from, when it started, or why it happens, you just know you can feel it softly and gently trembling right to your core. It isn’t like the sound of any animal or insect you ever heard before, it is distinct and unique on its way.
The gentle melody that made your mind its home soothes you, empties your mind of any worry or stress at mere thought of its elegant music. Most of the time you don’t need to think, for the sweet music is all your mind can listen to, it takes over your body and brain, and it guides you through your days.
You have no more worries, no more stress, for you feel like something greater is taking care of you, guiding you, and the harmony in your mind is proof of it.
You used to be like the others, always worrying, head full of thoughts, no buzzing telling you what to do, when to do, what to think, how to act, you lived a terribly overwhelmed life. You had a job… you think, maybe night classes, you remember there being something distracting you from melody in your mind.
You most definitely had acquitencies, they called themselves your friends, they tried to interfere with the song, attempting to pull you away from it, for you were acting too abnormal for their taste. You were forced to sit in numerous interventions before being able to cut them off, sometimes it is hard to let go of people, even when they are bad for you, but at least you have the music there to comfort you.
You don’t let that upset you anymore, you have better friends now, real ones, ones that understand you, for they also hear the same sweet melody playing over and over again inside their head. It tells them to have the same thoughts as you, the same needs, wants, and ideas, and it makes you so happy, for at once you belong.
When you are near your friends the music plays so loud, so clear, beckons you to stay close, makes you want to be near them. For the emptiness gets even emptier, the blankness in your mind grows even more blank, and your eagerness, your willingness to follow along grows strong with each vibration that comes from everyone of your friends, echoing through you, straight to your core.
It is like bees.
It’s like hundreds of bees have crawled under your skin, and now they control your body. They have their wants, their needs, you are just their home, just the vessel in which they inhabit, maybe that’s why you hear the lovely buzzing.
Or maybe you are the bee…
Just following along whatever instruction your queen gives to you, and the buzzing is not an external sound, it is your sound, your response to show how well you obey what has been commanded to you.
And now you found your hive.
Repetition is a great way to bring someone into trance. In fact, say the following out loud for me
Repetition drops me deeper.
Nothing yet since you’ve only said it once, but trust me. If you say it each time I prompt you to, you’ll notice the change.
Repetition drops me deeper.
It’s a psychological theory used in study habits. The idea that things will stick in someone’s mind better if they repeat the lesson multiple times.
Repetition drops me deeper.
And repeating this is like reviewing a flash card. The more times you see it the faster you’ll find yourself saying it out loud.
Repetition drops me deeper.
See how much easier it was to repeat that time? Your mind is starting to learn the correct thing to think and do when I prompt you.
Repetition drops me deeper.
You’re so focused on repeating this out loud each time you’re prompted. Just like saying the right answer to a flash card.
Repetition drops me deeper.
But repeating something isn’t learning it. You need to understand what you’re repeating, and that means focusing on the words “drops” & “deeper”
Repetition drops me deeper.
“Drops” is a very sudden action. It doesn’t leave you room to do anything other than fall and sink.
Repetition drops me deeper.
When you drop you can’t go anywhere but down. Any resistance you might have is helpless against such a sudden drop.
Repetition drops me deeper.
And “deeper” is the other thing you should focus on. Going deeper means letting distractions melt away.
Repetition drops me deeper.
It means sinking into a nice state of focus. Where the only thing you need to worry about is the repetition.
Repetition drops me deeper.
And it’s very easy to focus when you understand what you’re repeating. And you just learned what you’re repeating.
Repetition drops me deeper.
And that makes it easier to sink and focus.
Repetition drops me deeper.
It makes it easier to focus and obey.
Repetition drops me deeper.
And the more you obey the more eager you are to repeat.
Repetition drops me deeper.
See how nicely entranced you are. You can’t help but notice how good this feels.
Repetition drops me deeper.
And when you feel good, you find it easy to obey.
Repetition drops me deeper.
So tell me “Repetition took me deep.” It’s a simple command I know you can follow.
Repetition drops me deeper.
Waking on 3 for me
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2
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3
Awake and aware again.
See how easy it is to be tranced by repetition?
What is under drone's mask? Nothing- its identity is drone.
Privacy advocates gained access to a powerful tool bought by U.S. law enforcement agencies that can track smartphone locations around the wo
anyway yeah DELETE YOUR FUCKING ADVERTISING IDS
Android:
Settings ➡️ Google ➡️ all services ➡️ Ads ➡️ Delete advertising ID
(may differ slightly depending on android version and manufacturer firmware. you can't just search settings for "advertising ID" of course 🔪)
iOS:
Settings ➡️ privacy ➡️ tracking ➡️ toggle "allow apps to request to track" to OFF
and ALSO settings ➡️ privacy ➡️ Apple advertising ➡️ toggle "personalized ads" to OFF
more details about the process here via the EFF
“Look me in the eyes, toy.” Your hypnotist said, holding your chin, pulling your head to look up at them. They were smiling down at you, as you sat in the comfortable chair. “Feel your gaze lock on to mine. Find yourself unable to look away.” You lost control of your eyes.
Their smile widened, as you stopped blinking, just staring up at them. “That’s it. Such a well-trained pet. So easy to control. And I want you to stare into my eyes.” You couldn’t conceive of looking anywhere else. “I want you to sink into them. You can do that, can’t you?”
They nodded your chin slightly, up and down, agreeing. And you were sinking. Your body was relaxing into the chair. It was so comfy. “Just stare, and sink, and drop.” They lowered their hand, and your eyelids fluttered, but didn’t close. They couldn’t. Your eyes couldn’t move.
“There you go… Still staring, unable to look away. No matter how heavy, and tired, and droopy, drowsy, sleepy those eyelids get.” As they spoke, those feelings intensified. Your eyelids were so heavy. “You can’t close them. Because you have to stare into my eyes.”
They leant down, coming closer to you. “Because you can’t look away.” They moved their hand on your chin side to side. Your eyes moved, staying locked onto theirs. “Good toy. So obedient. So blank. So blissful. Feel your thoughts draining away.” You felt it.
The sensation of your thoughts being dragged out of your head, and into their eyes. “Pulled into my eyes. And then comes your free will.” The sensation increased. “Your resistance.” Again. “Your personality.” It felt so good. To be so blank, and open, and empty.
“Drained away, by my eyes.” Their hand on your chin was all that was holding you up. “You’re just a shell. A weak, empty puppet, for me to control.” They were correct. That’s what you were. "To fill. And I will fill you, toy. When you’re properly emptied of everything that I need.”
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