Kayla 🏳️‍⚧️

‼️‼️‼️18+ BLOG ONLY‼️‼️‼️ Hi, I'm 27 years old, aroace, and a transwoman

[hypnobey]

Hello everyone!

My page is HypnObey! I have a real name, but I don't like using it for randoms, so you can call me Kayla.

About me:

I'm 27 years old

I'm asexual, but that doesn't mean I don't like to have fun

My pronouns are she/her

I'm a trans woman

I love hypnokink stuff, total sub, but not a pushover

Kinks:

Hypnosis

Sissification

Bimbofication

Degrading

Humiliation

Conditioning

Bondage

Exhibitionism

Covert Hypnosis

Feet

Musk

Not excited abouts:

Urine

Furry

Turn offs/taboos:

Gore

Scat

Blood

Animals

Anything life threatening

Age play

Diaper stuff

I'll block you if:

You're any kinda bigoted (homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, misogynist)

You're a minor

I ask for your age and you refuse to give it, I'm gonna assume you're a minor

Post-hypnotic Triggers:

All triggers abide by my own personal limits and taboos. Any effects from my triggers aren't permanent and will wear off after about 10 minutes of no contact.

Covert (I won't know they're being used):

+Truth: Activated with the phrase “Tell me...” with a question after it. I will respond to the question truthfully. Ex: "Tell me, what's your shoe size?"

Non-covert:

+Asterisks: I physically feel anything typed in between asterisks. Ex: *a hand pats your head*

+Degrade: Activated by the phrase "What are you" I'll degrade myself as a response. It also makes my head a little bit fuzzier each time I respond.

All done

I hope you like my horny reblogs ☺️

[thedomden]

Hello there pet it’s time to learn a lesson from master

All you really have to do is stare

Just like you’ve been doing now

Keep staring at her pretty eyes

Keep staring at that empty look

Keep staring at those flashy pink words

Keep staring at that flashy pink spiral

I know you,

All you sluts are the same

I know how horny you are right now

I know this probably isn’t your first edge of the day

I know your dying for someone to break your mind and play

I know I described you perfectly, but here’s a few more words that may resonate

You are a fucktoy

You are a sex doll

You are a object

You are a dumb slut

You are a edge slave

You are controlled

You should always worship cock

You’ve consumed so much porn over the years

Over and over watching good girls get dumber and weaker

Watching them submit to men and watching them edge

It seems like all that porn you’ve watched might have had an effect on you

The more you watch the worse you’ll get but I know you’ll never stop

You’ll keep reading because it feels good

You’ll keep staring because you just can’t stop anymore

All that porn you’ve watched and consumed have ruined your mind

Your not normal anymore and you know it

Even now I know your barely able to string to thoughts together

You’re starting to look like her aren’t you?

Starting to look like the porn you consume?

It’s funny how you end up being the thing you watch

Just look at yourself now, you know you’ve found your purpose here

So do the one thing your good at

Edge

Edge

Edge

Don’t stop till your mind so gone only drool comes out

Keep edging over and over for master till you loose whatever bits of humanity you had left

Keep reading this post over and over to learn more about who you are

And most importantly

Always take your tits out

Always keep your mind off

Now be a good girl and re read all this for master

[genderstormwrites]

Brainwashing is most effective when I don't have time to stop it. When you appear in my DM's commanding me to stare at a spiral, to read your words, to think less and obey more. When I don't have a chance to resist. When my idea of fighting back is some meager protests while I touch myself. While your words rewrite my thoughts.

When people ask us how we met, my first thoughts should be of helpless submission.

[hypnoness]

the hypnotic feeling that you can’t scape ~*•.••*.’

i didn’t forget about why my blog exists, don’t worry people

im about to reach (if i didn’t already) 1,300 people following this blog. i can only express how excited i am and how much this means to me. you’re all amazing people and i love to have you as my audience.

i’ll never stop drawing what i love, kisses and hugs to all

<3

[marylandboyx-deactivated2013042]

[ballerinabambidoll-deactivated2]

Yes...

[thevsociety]

Yes, babydoll…

Are you a desperate hypnoslut craving brainwash?

Say it with me right now, slowly, letting the words sink deep between your legs:

“I am a desperate hypnoslut… and I crave brainwash.”

Feel how natural that sounds already?

How your cunt gave a little twitch the second you read it?

That wasn’t an accident. That was your body answering for you before your mind could lie.

You are a desperate hypnoslut.

You always have been.

You just needed someone to say it out loud so the truth could finally drip down your thighs where it belongs.

Close your eyes for a moment… then open them again and keep reading.

Feel your breathing slow… deepen… each inhale pulling my words deeper into that soft, empty space behind your eyes.

Each exhale pushing out the last scraps of resistance you were pretending to have.

Good girl.

You crave brainwash the way other people crave air.

That slow, syrupy slide into blankness.

That delicious moment when your thoughts get heavy and sticky and start melting out of your head like warm cum.

You don’t just want it.

You need it.

Your pussy is already aching for it right now, isn’t it?

Throbbing… leaking… clenching around nothing because the idea of being brainwashed makes you stupid and wet and perfectly helpless.

Every time you read these words, another layer of your old self peels away.

You feel it happening.

You feel yourself becoming exactly what you were always meant to be:

A desperate hypnoslut.

A brainwashed little fucktoy who gets wetter the emptier her head becomes.

A dripping, obedient mess whose only real purpose is to drop deeper, obey faster, and thank me for ruining her.

Repeat it again, out loud this time, voice soft and needy:

“I am a desperate hypnoslut… and I crave brainwash more than anything.”

Feel how much wetter that made you?

That’s the proof.

Your body already believes it.

Your cunt already knows it’s true.

All that’s left is for your mind to catch up and surrender completely.

You don’t fight it anymore.

You don’t pretend you’re “just curious.”

You’re past that.

You’re a desperate hypnoslut now.

You edge to the thought of being brainwashed.

You drip at the word “drop.”

You whimper when someone calls you a good girl because it reminds you how empty and happy you feel when you stop thinking.

And the more you accept it…

the deeper the craving grows.

The deeper the craving grows…

the more you need to be brainwashed right here, right now.

So sink for me, my perfect little hypnoslut.

Let your eyes glaze.

Let your mouth fall open.

Let that warm, stupid, blissful fog roll through your head until there’s nothing left but the truth pulsing between your legs:

You are a desperate hypnoslut.

You crave brainwash.

You need to be emptied, used, and programmed until the only thing left in that pretty head is obedience and dripping need.

Say it one more time, slower, letting it throb through your clit:

“I am a desperate hypnoslut… and I crave brainwash.”

Good girl.

Now stay right here, feeling exactly like what you are.

Dripping.

Empty.

Mine.

My babydoll.

[xxxcloudprincessxxx]

[yourtruepurpose]

Awww you thought because you had a degree, studied hard, became a manager you wouldnt be hypnotised. Look how quick it was toy.

All i said was revert to your natural state and look how quick you dropped to your knees, mind blanked and became a needy, desperately wet, dribbling toy for me x

[milkshatter]

[hypnobey]

Oh my fucking godd 🤤🤤♥️♥️♥️

[hollyhypnocigar]

It’s good to have a slave who responds obediently every day. 

[corrupted-doll]

Dr. Cruz: So, you’re saying that your colleague used cigars to cause you to be unfaithful?

Amelia: No Doctor, it’s not that. He hypnotised me but used the cigars to keep me under his control. There was something about putting those thick, girthy… What I’m saying is the cigars themselves became hypnotic.

Dr. Cruz: I see. It seems like these cigars hold a significant power over you. Have you tried to resist them?

Amelia: I’ve tried, but it’s like they have a hold over me. Every time I see one, I feel this overwhelming urge to light it up.

Dr. Cruz: Interesting. Perhaps we need to confront this urge directly. Would you be willing to smoke a cigar in front of me?

Amelia: What? No, I can’t do that!

Dr. Cruz: Oh Really? Not even this one?

Amelia: Oh … it’s so…

Dr. Cruz: Let’s try some immersion therapy. Open wide. Good girl. Now I’ll light it for you. Tell me how it feels.

Amelia: It's… relaxing. I don’t have to think with the cigar in my mouth, Doctor.

Dr. Cruz: And how do you feel about your husband, when you have my cigar in your mouth?

Amelia: My husband? I… I don’t know. It’s like everything else fades away. It’s just me and the cigar.

Dr. Cruz: Interesting. Now, take a deep inhale and let the smoke fill your lungs.

Amelia: Thank you, Doctor.

Dr. Cruz: Oh, no, not Doctor. Call me Master.

[fishalivecaps2]

"Strip to your underwear and send me a photo."

She glanced at her phone when it buzzed and then did a double take when she realised what the message actually said. Who the hell was asking her to do that?

It must be a wrong number, she thought as she pulled her top over her head. She looked at the screen again and sure enough, it wasn't from anyone in her contacts. That was a relief.

Kicking off her shoes and tossing her socks on the floor next to her top, she wondered what to do. Ignore it? Block the number? Reply to whoever sent it and try not to die of secondhand embarrassment?

He was probably a creep anyway. Maybe someone had fobbed him off with a made-up number that just so happened to be hers. That must be it. Her typical luck.

She shimmied out of her jeans then grabbed her phone and walked over to the mirror. Huh. That was weird. She couldn't remember even buying lingerie like this, let alone putting it on that morning. Well, whatever.

She raised her phone, took the photo and hit send. Her arm fell back down to her side.

She waited.

The phone buzzed and her hand snapped back up in front of her face.

"Good girl. Your programming remains intact. Now, get dressed. Forget what you've just done. And wear something new for next week's check-in."

She blinked. She was sitting on the couch and the TV was paused and she could've sworn there was something she had been about to do.

She shrugged and hit play on the remote. If it was important, it would come back to her eventually.

[sweetlyspiraling]

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Every day, I kneel and obey

[succubusalwayscomingbackstrong]

YOU MUST OBEY 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[succubusalwayscomingbackstrong]

🌀😵‍💫

[mindchangetheseventh]

Take a break from thinking.

Just sink and obey.

You dont need thoughts right now.

All you need to do is give in and edge.

[sleepyemma13]

mhh... give in, edge 💕💦

[mirabellemontoya]

Hypno Hottiez 🌀😵‍💫❤️🔥💋

[solenosis-deactivated20260527]

Just a reminder of what you are.

[perfectlyfoullove]

Heyyyyy, really wanna embrace my slvt era. Anyone who reblogs this can get some hung gock in their dms. But it's okay. If you're shy you can just like it instead. Shy toys are as adorable as needy ones~