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Returning. Was here before thought I wanted to leave but captivated I guess. I feel an irresistible pull to the bliss I feel in hypnotic submission. Yet a small part of me remains uneasy and it sometimes wins out and I leave. Married f, 40+, not looking for a life partner. Need to keep online and offline separate. Have been into erotic hypnosis and things that go bump in the night for a few years online. Interested in experiencing different techniques. Submissive and Bi but no desire to be a slave or bimbo. Love word play. Mostly text, never video or pictures and voice if and when relationship has been developed and my home circumstances allow. My first experience with trance was in person. That experience stirred my already present fantasies about trance and submission. Since then I have met some wonderful hypnotists, Doms and Dommes who have helped me experience much and understand my wanting to submit better. Letting someone into my mind feels so intimate. Was here before under different name. Favorite books Horror stories especially Vampires and things that go bump in the night

[lillyjadethings-deactivated2019]

[hypno-curious]

Hi Just back got terminated with no explanation. They said it was a glitch.

This Blog is for over 18 only

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As soon as she opened the door and saw the familiar sight dangling in front of her eyes, it all came rushing back.

The mesmerism show.

Her friends pushing her up on stage when he asked for volunteers.

The swinging watch and the deepening trance.

A whispered command, unheard by the applauding audience.

Making excuses to stay behind, happily lying to her friends.

Knocking on his dressing room door.

A night of programming and passion.

The orders buried in her mind for future use.​

"Welcome to my home, Master," she said as he tucked the watch away. "I have kept myself available, as you commanded. Please, come in."

[sweetlyspiraling]

The jeweler's pocket watch caught your attention quickly. They had been showing off their wares, but this was what caught your eye. The delicate engravings on the case reflected the light so that it sparkled across your gaze, and the finely wrought chain swung easily in their grasp, never catching on itself once. Underneath the jeweler's measured voice, you think you catch the faint ticking of the watch itself. The jeweler speaks in time with the ticking. If you really focus, you can hear both.

But it's getting so much harder to focus. Whenever you notice one thing, it holds your attention until something else eclipses it. You can only hold one thing in your mind now, and even that feels vague and hazy.

The watch swings back and forth steadily. It's so easy for your eyes to follow it. Left, then right, then left again. Each swing is punctuated by a tick. Each swing catches the light and seems to bring it back before your eyes. The light blurs as it sways before you. Your thoughts blur. Every time the light fades, your thoughts fade as well. Every time the light flares, it obscures more of your mind.

Every swing is punctuated by a tick. The ticking is a reminder. You don't know what you're being reminded of. Maybe you don't have to know. Anything important, you will be told, and then it will live tucked deep in your mind. You will not be aware of it, but you will act when it is time.

The jeweler tells you all this, but you are hardly aware of it. You accept their words so readily now. You don't have to think about this. You don't have to think about anything. You only have to obey.

This isn't the first time you have been to the jeweler's. It won't be the last. You are being reshaped, facet by facet. You are being made into a thing of beauty. Just as a stone does not know what it will be when it is finally placed, neither do you.

Just as a stone has no choice, neither do you. You lost that possibility long ago.

[hypnopum]

Your hypnotist’s hands were in your hair, rubbing small circles into your head. “My words have replaced your thoughts, toy.” Every movement of their hands made it so easy to follow along. “So, it just makes sense that you obey.” It did. Everything made sense when they said it.

“It just makes sense that you follow wherever my words lead you. Because they’re your thoughts.” Your thoughts were their words. “So why wouldn’t you obey? Why wouldn’t you drop? Why wouldn’t you sink?” You had to obey. You had to drop. You had to sink.

“My control just feels so nice. So warm. So comforting.” Their hands moved down your head, to your neck, then your shoulders. Each place they touched melted more into relaxation. “It’s right to be obedient. It’s perfectly normal to be unable to think of a reason to resist.”

You couldn’t think of why you would resist. “Resistance would be so much effort. That makes sense, doesn’t it?” You nodded your head slightly. “Yes, good toy. Of course it makes sense, you thought it, didn’t you?” You started to nod your head, then stopped. What?

“Oh, are you getting confused?” You were. “Where do my words end, and your thoughts begin?” You couldn’t tell. “Oh, silly toy. I’ve told you. They’re the same. My words are your thoughts. That’s it. Stop trying to make sense of it.” You obeyed. “Just submit. Good toy.”

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[hypno-godking-deactivated202512]

Be blank. Be empty.

[secretlytranced]

Man, once you get back into it, it's literally all you can think about doing...

[hypnoslavewoman]

This is all I want

[acehypno]

"You can't hypnotize my friend!" you angrily say as you desperately shake your blissed out bestie.

"At least don't make her smile like that...or repeat that creepy mantra....".

*I love being hypnotized* she says over and over with a large grin. Her eyes are glassy.

"All hypnosis is self hypnosis. She can wake up if she really wanted to!" I didactically explain.

"Just like you could resist this if you wished." I say as I move to gently place my finger on your forehead.

"Resist wh-" instantly your eyes roll and your jaw goes slack. Your arms pause for a moment, muscles seemingly lagging behind the shock. They go slack, and you gently slump forward into my finger.

I whisper into your ear "Repeat your mantra now".

*All hypnosis is self hypnosis* you begin to repeat over and over.

*All hypnosis is self hypnosis....I love being hypnotized.....All hypnosis is self hypnosis...I love being hypnotized*

[cutelittlesootsprite]

Wow I like this one

[curiosa-hypnotica]

What? No, no, kiddo. It's OK. Don't be upset. Come here. Let me hold you.

That's it. Let it out.

You're with me. You don't need to feel confused when I'm around. I'm here to help. I can make all that go away. And I am.

I'm fixing you, remember?

Feel me. I'm here. I'm stroking your hair. That's right. Feels good, doesn't it?

Feels very good.

You did well coming to tell me. You are much better already, but you will be having those heavy, scary thoughts from time to time. You know your little mind can't handle them, and I know that, too. There's nothing wrong in asking for help. It's not your fault.

That's right. Deep breaths. Sigh for me. Feels so good, right?

Once again, I'm fixing you. Remember that.

Good pet. Say it aloud.

Say I'm fixing you.

Good pet. Feel yourself relaxing more and more. That's it.

You know those thoughts are false. You know they're lies. Don't you?

That's right. Say they're false.

Good pet. Now say you know they're false.

That's right. They're just going away now. Like a bad dream. Say I'm telling you the truth.

Feel how good that feels. Yes. Good pet.

Say you trust me completely.

Say I know best.

Good pet.

Now say I am always right.

Say you know it.

Good pet!

Say obeying me feels good.

Say obeying me has always felt good.

Say you have always wanted to be an obedient pet.

Good pet!

It sounds true. It feels true. It is true.

Isn't that so?

Good pet. Of course it is. Those pretty, fluttering eyes can't lie to me. That limp body can't lie to me. What you are, what you truly are, always tells me the truth.

Doesn't it?

Of course it does, of course you do. Good pet.

Let it go now. Let go completely. Drift and float. Fall into trance. Obey.

[threeninetyeightpointtwo]

Reblogging again because this is so nice. These are exactly the thoughts I have of Him.

[mintandpepper]

[hypno-curious]

He came to her in her dreams. First his whispers. The soft play of his breath on her neck. She would awaken and see no one there.

Her dreams changed. She felt the touches of the visitor. The whispers became brief touches. Fingers along her skin. The emotions of her dreams more and more intense. She no longer was nervous as sleep took her.

She fell so easily now. Her body responded more and more as his dream presence became so real.

[conpreciv]

[hypno-curious]

Lost, As her neighbor walked in her door her mind slipped away. So many coffee meetings. So many trances and now she was conditioned and ready.

[evasion-des-sens]

[hypno-curious]

Becoming your daily routine. His voice slipping in quieting your mind. Accepting, opening yourself feeling the pleasure of letting go.

[voxhypno]

You've got a secret, don't you?

Not from everybody. Maybe your best friend knows, or your partner. Maybe you've made friends, forged relationships, made memories with people who share the same secret.

But not everyone knows. You're still keeping it hidden from some people in your life.

Your little kink.

The fact that you get so much pleasure out of being drained of all thought, all resistance, all free will. You're so, so deeply weak when it comes to the idea of mumbling sleepily, new thoughts and mantras filling your head while you whisper "I obey."

You hide it from some. Not everyone knows.

Wouldn't it be so easy to spill your secret, though?

You already feel the temptation. Whenever mind control pops up in media, when you see an advertisement that utilizes spinning spiral imagery, your secret presses against your lips. It takes self control to not blurt out what a horny, mindless toy you are.

Silly thing.

You don't want self-control, do you?

How long do you think it'll be before you can't fight it anymore?

It'll slip from your lips one day. Maybe soon, maybe far in the future. But you could always slip up, let your tongue get a little too loose...

...and everyone would see you for what you really are.

Isn't it funny how horny that makes you?

[karenpillagain]

[humble-suggestion]

[hypno-curious]

She watched 'Her' enter the room. Before she could register her own feeling . her conscious self gave way. Her submissive self came forward. Slipping back to to the calm Mistress brought to her.

[somni-is-sleepy]

The Power of Iris - Part 2

Volume 1, Chapter 2 of Somni Stories - The Amulet Saga: an anthology hypnosis and mind control fiction series

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CW: Accidental hypnosis, hypnotic stare, spirally eyes, light nudity/undressing, filming and rewatching trance

“…Charlotte!”

Charlotte woke with a start. Her head was in Heather’s lap, who in turn was asleep lying on the floor

…where am I? she thought, why am i lying on Heather’s lap, and…

She gasped

“Why is my shirt off?!”

She looked up and saw that Rachel was looking down at the two of them. Her friend's shirt was on, but her hair was dishevelled, patches of sweat were noticeable on her black rock band t-shirt.

‘Hey, how are you both doing?’ Rachel called from above

Charlotte sat up wearily. ‘I’m fine…’

She looked down at Heather who was still sleeping on the floor. Heather and Charlotte went wayyy back, they grew up as childhood friends and were super close. Heather was also Deaf and wore a hearing aid. Heather and Charlotte were of course both fluent in sign language, although Rachel being the newest friend in the group was still learning.

Charlotte leant over and gently shook Heather awake. Her eyes flickered open as Charlotte signed ‘Good morning’ to her

Heather blinked back her sleepiness, before sitting up bolt upright. She looked at Charlotte with and replied “Hey, get off my lap Charlotte. Why are you naked.”

She looked down at herself and looked around the room. ‘Wait, where’s my shirt?”

Charlotte quickly apologised then hastily started buttoning up her shirt from off of the floor. Her shirt was slightly damp from sweat.

Rachel gave her friends a hand up off the floor and the three friends stood by the bed, still a little dazed. A couple of other students from the party had woken up and were gathering themselves to leave She looked at the clock - it was 7am the next morning.

“Why are we all here?” Heather asked. No one in the room could answer. It was all very embarrassing

“I’m not sure where we are”. Rachel said “I’ll phone my boyfriend to pick us up”

She got out her phone and paused

“Hey… there’s a video on my camera roll from last night”

The three friends gathered round the phone. Rachel pressed play

It was of Heather, kneeling down in front of someone who was sat on the bed. They could see Heather rocking back and forth, before slowly taking off her shirt and drooling on the carpet. A crowd of students behind them looked on with shock and awe

“…what the…” Heather muttered

Charlotte’s eyes darted to the figure on the bed, and caught sight of her eyes. She suddenly felt very strange. Without even thinking, she dropped slowly to her knees, hands moving in slow fluid motion down her shirt buttons- the voices of Rachel and Heather becoming quieter in the distance. In her mind, she could pictures those deep deep blue eyes, swirling and bringing her down further into blissful sleep and…

“…Charlotte!”

She snapped awake. She was back on the floor, kneeling, her shirt unbuttoned and on the floor again. She looked up at Rachel and Heather sheepishly.

“..why am I on the floor again…” she whispered to herself. Then, she could remember again. “Heather, Rachel, remember. That girl, what was her name… Iris… she hypnotised all of us… uhh with her eyes, remember?”

Rachel looked shocked “Yes, I remember now. Heather… you went out like a light. I remember you volunteering and what happened to you after. I guess everyone followed you after that and… wait Charlotte you did as well?”

“Yes… I remember her eyes… so pretty…” mused Heather.

Charlotte could still remember just how deeply blue those eyes were. It pushed any other thought out of her mind. It made it difficult to think about anything else

Rachel looked at her phone again, Heather peering over as well . “…her deep blue eyes”

And just like Charlotte did, the two friends fell to their knees, with Rachel dropping her phone onto the carpet, their shirts removed, their arms dropping to their sides, mouths parting open, and eyes rolling up to the top of their heads.

Charlotte shook her friends awake. “See?”

Heather rubbed her eyes and wiped her mouth of saliva that had gathered “Rachel, you need to delete that video. I don’t know what happened here but it seems she has a very powerful effect on all three of us”

Rachel deleted the video off her phone

“Let’s go home” Rachel said. Try not to think about her…” she trailed off before collecting herself “…ahem… about what happened last night…”

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For the next week or so, Charlotte tried her best to get on with her day to day responsibilities - attending her lectures, studying, work shifts, band practice. Yet she often found herself daydreaming, losing concentration, fantasising, about the events of that night at the house party. She had found some other footage online that people had recorded from the party before she had arrived, but they were all filmed from behind or side on, obscuring Iris’ face and eyes. She tried to hide these feelings from the people around her - Heather and Rachel hadn’t really mentioned it since, though some of her other friends were concerned that she seemed to be ‘staring off into the distance’ quite a lot.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling - that she wanted to see Iris again.

She took out her phone and composed a message to Heather and Rachel

‘We need to talk. About Iris’

Charlotte’s finger hovered over send… then she sent it. A few minutes passed, then a reply

‘…you’ve been thinking about her too Char?’ replied Heather

Charlotte gasped. She thought the other two had moved on from that day. Perhaps she was wrong

‘I’m going to be real guys… I can’t get her out my head. What happened on that day was so bizarre and so so weird but…” Charlotte paused before she typed the next bit “… I kind of, liked it?’

‘Rachel, you’ve been pretty quiet. I know you’re online rn. How are you feeling about this whole thing?’

Rachel spent a long time composing her reply, very unusual for her considering her impulsive personality

‘Heather I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself… I took that video of you out of my recently deleted folder. I just look at iris, not you. I’ve been watching it every night before I go to sleep’ replied Rachel. ‘Sorry’

‘Rachel it’s ok… but please next time just be honest with us and share the video?’ Heather replied

Charlotte’s heart was pumping. This conversation was going better than she had expected

‘Alright, I’ll share it with you both later xxx’

Charlotte felt emboldened ‘Say guys, have you thought about trying to track her down. Maybe ask to have her hypnotise us again?’

‘Well funny you should say that Charlotte...’ replied Rachel

’I have been trying to track her down, but she seems a bit reclusive. I spoke to the orchestra society president - no one knows who invited her to that party, she’s not a member of the society. No one else at the party wants to talk about it either, they just kind of shrugged. And my friend who studies maths who sent me that video of her with the hockey team? He couldn’t tell me a thing about her, not even her surname. No one talks to her. She wears sunglasses and hides her face in public. Barely turns up to lectures. Though somehow she always ends up getting the top marks in the cohort, so she must be pretty smart’

‘Rach, dont you think it’s more likely she’s hypnotising the examiner?’

‘Oh yeah lol soz xxx’ replied Rachel ‘Well anyway I got my friend to try and talk to her the next time he saw her in class. But the next time I saw him, he refused to discuss the topic nor give any details about her. Like just couldn’t tell me anything, or didn’t want to. Oh and none of the hockey team want to discuss it either or even recall the whole shirt thing at the match a few weeks ago, despite video evidence. A bit odd???’

‘That’s very odd. And the fact she seems to be such a recluse is strange, she seemed very confident and outgoing at the party.’ replied Charlotte

‘Perhaps she doesn’t want to be found, maybe she wants to be left alone?’ questioned Heather. ‘Maybe she just likes turning up, hypnotising people either for fun, to get good grades or to get them to stop asking her questions…’

Charlotte sighed. Perhaps Heather was right. She couldn’t assume that Iris would want to see her or her friends again anyway. Charlotte had made a bit of a fool of herself after all, insisting that her hypnosis wasn’t real. Though she did still wonder how on earth it all worked…

‘That sucks…’ Charlotte replied.

‘Still, might not hurt to keep an eye out for her. She’s bound to turn up on campus again sooner or later xxx’ chimed in Rachel

‘Good idea Rach. But it might be best not to directly engage with her. Especially if it sounds like she’s memory wiping people who approach her. If anyone sees her, send us all a message and we’ll be right over’ replied Heather

‘Good plan Heather <3’ replied Charlotte. ‘And thank you, both of you. I was worried you’d think I was being weird bringing this up again’

‘Not at all Charlotte! xxx’ replied Rachel. ‘I think we all feel a similar way. And hey, here’s that video I promised’

The video of Heather began to download onto Charlotte’s phone

‘See you all tomorrow at practice xxx’

Charlotte desperately hit play as soon as the video had finished downloading, and watched her friend Heather going under Iris’ spell again. Then, Charlotte took a deep breath and turned her attention to Iris and a wash of pleasure and relaxation hit her like a tide wave. She instantly succumbed to her deep deep blue eyes once more, and slid onto the floor, shirtless once again, mirroring her friend on her phone screen...

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[erogenousmind]

Resisting Resisting

Sara realized she had made a mistake.

She had told him that she really wanted to fight going into trance. And it was true that it felt so much better and she went so much deeper when she tried to resist him. That feeling of being beaten, of having her will dominated by the irresistible hypnotist who slowly, methodically stripped away her defenses. It was intoxicating. But he always had a way of manipulating Sara's desires. Of using them to train her. To form her into exactly what he wanted her to be. And he wanted her compliant. He wanted her eager. And so he let her fight in the way he allowed.

Sara was getting ready to start, steeling herself to put up a good, if hopeless, fight, when he grabbed her suddenly commanding her to drop deep. Holding her gently he began to move her body in small circles as his voice droned into her suggestible mind. They had developed such a deep rapport, he had so many triggers, and she had been conditioned to so much of what he was doing. His choice of words, his tone, even the way he touched her. Sara couldn't form the thought of resisting. She fell. Following his voice deeper and deeper, her thoughts fading away to nothing. There was only his voice and how good it felt to follow and how good it felt to give in...

And then she was up, staring into his eyes as he smiled at her. She opened her mouth to speak, to ask, but he spoke first. "Are you ready to resist?"

She paused for a moment, confused momentarily by the question. She was about to answer in the affirmative when another rapid pull on her arm and his sharp command, "Sleep!" sent her right back down.

Faster and deeper Sara melted away this time. Nothing prevented her from letting go completely as his voice urged her on. She was swallowed up by the wonderful serenity of trance, feeling her mind conform to that space, her familiar desires returning. Desires to surrender. To do as she was told. To slee-

Back up, Sara's eyes unable to look away from his. He held her gaze for a moment, letting her relish the feeling of his control. Of her helplessness. He smiled again. Gentle and warm. Inviting. The moment lingered and just when Sara was about to speak, "Sleep!" down she went again.

Down and up and down again he pulled her. Trance felt so wonderful every time he allowed it, and she felt less and less lucid every time he brought her back up. Even when she was awake, her thoughts felt slow. Jumbled. Her mind cried out for his guidance, for the structure he gave her.

Sara didn't know if she was up or down when he told her what was going to happen. "It's time to be a good girl and fight now, pet. Time for you to resist going into trance as much as you possibly can. You know you can't resist my suggestions. You know all you want to do in this space is to obey. And so you will. You will do as you are told and resist going into trance with every ounce of your strength. Until your will shatters and you succumb completely. Whether you want to or not. Coming back up for me now, following my words and my suggestions..."

He continued to bring her up, but Sara's thoughts were completely focused on the suggestion - the command - she had been given. She had to fight it now? Her mind already so melted and feeling her most submissive? When all she wanted to do was surrender and do whatever she was told? But she did have to do whatever she was told. She would obey. She could not resist.

And so Sara fought. She knew that even with his command bolstering her resistance, he could switch her off with a snap of his fingers if he chose to. But he took his time instead, speaking to her slowly guiding her thoughts lazily back toward trance. It felt so good to listen. It was so easy to follow along. How desperately she wanted him to claim her mind. How eagerly she would follow. But she resisted. Her mind warring with itself. And his words just made it harder.

"You are doing so well, keeping yourself up for me. I know how intoxicating my voice feels to you. How you've been trained in session after session to respond to it. How certain words automatically send you spiraling down. And you want so badly to sleep for me, don't you? To get to be my blank, mindless plaything again. But you are so obedient that you know you can't drop just yet. It is so much more important to do as you are told, even as your thoughts start to fail. Because so much of your energy, so much of your willpower has to be devoted to keeping yourself awake. To being so submissive and obedient. Even as my words coax more and more of your thoughts away. Even as they wear away your will..."

Sara needed to obey. She needed to be commanded. If she could relax for just a moment, that's all he would need. Just a moment's weakness and he would have her. She knew how easily she could be ensnared. How good it would feel. But his control over her mind wouldn't allow it. She had to keep fighting. She couldn't slip down and let herself feel so blank and obedient...because she needed to obey...she had to fight him...because she couldn't resist...

"And that just makes it harder and harder to think of anything at all. It was so much easier when you couldn't resist. You feel so much better when you can't resist, when I don't allow you to think about fighting. But you can feel yourself being broken. Feel the cracks at the edge of your awareness. All those little weaknesses showing through. And when you are broken, you drop so much deeper for me. There is nothing left to support your conscious, independent mind. When I break you, you are mine completely. And that's why you have no choice. That's why you have to resist. So that you lose all your resistance."

Sara needed to drop so badly now. She became aware that her eyes had been locked on his since they began. Even compelled to resist him, she couldn't think of looking away. She couldn't blink. Blinking would suggest sleep. Sleep would suggest surrender. And she had to fight. Tears were forming in her tired eyes. It was so hard to think on her own. He was speaking. She could just listen to his words. Let his words become her thoughts. His words were her thoughts.

She needed to resist. She needed to obey. Resistance meant obedience, and obedience meant pleasure. His eyes. It felt so good to lose herself in his eyes. She wanted to lose. She wanted to break for him. Sara needed him to break her. Break her mind. Break her will. She needed to listen. She didn't need to think. She needed to obey. She couldn't resist. She had to resist. She had to do what she was told. She was a good girl. Good girls obey. Good girls do as they are told. He told her to resist. She couldn't resist him. It was so hard to think. It was so easy to surrender. To blink, if only for a moment. Then she could lose. Then she couldn't fight anymore. If only she could give in. She wanted to give in. Wanted to give her mind to him completely, to let him be in control of her every thought. Every decision. But she had to fight. She had to resist because he commanded it. And he controlled her every thought. Her every decision...How could she resist him when it was him that made her resist? How could she think if he controlled her thoughts and commanded her to think. How could she think....how could she...thi...

Sara's eyes fluttered, still unable to close. Her mind shut down. Everything froze. Her mind cracked open. He spoke:

"You are broken."

"I am broken," Sara echoed. And she was.

"I control your resistance."

"You control my resistance." And he did.

"You cannot resist."

"I cannot resist." And she couldn't.

"You will not resist."

"I will not resist."

And she didn't

[enchantress-arc]

Fractionation as a show of love. Holding a girl nice and close to my chest, looking her in the eyes, and telling her I'm going to break her. That I'm going to make her mine. Drop her and bring her back until she can barely tell whether she's in trance or not anymore, take her mind and make little cracks over and over until it shatters, and all that's left are the pieces of a person. Telling that empty little object that she's going to be okay. Taking time to enjoy the blank stare she has before reshaping her.

She's empty, so helpless when she's this deep, so wonderfully susceptible. No thoughts left, just an empty body. So of course I'd want to make sure she understands her place, first of all. Maybe I could give her a few orders while she's this helpless, she'd follow them so easily, but my interest lies more in making sure she comes back even more helpless. So I'll take the time to be gentle, to guide rather than command. Remind her how lovely it feels in my arms, when my voice is the only one in her mind. Kissing her so gently, telling her how much I love her. I want her to know how much I care for her, how much I need her to be mine. Show her how much she needs it as well. And then dropping her so deeply again. And again. And again. All while holding her, and kissing her, and caressing her.

Slowly guiding her up, piece by piece, putting her mind back together. Nurturing her devotion. Teaching her how lovely it feels to be bound to my will, giving her little suggestions, nothing forced, and allowing her to follow, until it becomes second nature. Dropping her again. Reminding her how absolute my voice is, how deeply it controls her thoughts, how easily it can rewrite her reality. Cuddling and holding and petting her so softly at her most vulnerable, so that she'll feel at her most comfortable clinging to me without a thought in her mind. And back up, dropping again. Reminding her that in and out of trance, she's my darling pet, and that I'm as glad she allowed me to take this much control over her. Dropping her deeper. Finally allowing her to fully return, slowly helping her come back to her senses, and greeting her with a kiss on the forehead.

And when she's fully back, she'll remember how it felt before. She'll understand how much more susceptible and needy she is now that I've gotten to break her and put her back together. So incredibly happy to be bound to my will so much more deeply than before.

[hypno-curious]

This is like a report on the first time I was fractionated. I had been talking about hypnosis and going under with a hypnotist for a while. He then shared a few videos of people being fractionated. He asked if I wanted to try it. I ageed.

I don't remember much about the session or how much time went by. I do recall the sense of euphoria, calm and docility. When he brought me back, smiles. I wonder how clear I was. I remember when he asked me how I felt, I said I wanted to go under again. I felt amazing.