HypnoMaster's Lair

I am Master Jeff, slave trainer and erotic hypnotist. If you are interested in Hypnotic Submission, contact me here, or on Skype as masterjeff1962,

[fembotowner]

[brainwashingyou]

Brainwashing is good for you. Brainwashing is pleasure.

[goingdeeperforme]

Simple pleasures. Just SLEEP!

[ultrahypnotizer]

Nice hypnosis trance

[tinyhypnokinkhypnotismbagel-dea]

[hypnomaster]

Yes....this could be you if you are mine

[hypnboy-deactivated20231116]

Obedience is all I desire

[romanhandsrushing1]

[cellrayy]

Obedience script

Art source

I’m here to toy with your head.

And you’re eager for it

Just how you love to be

Because you need it

You need my control

You need me to take you down

To follow me obediently

Like a good slave

Because good slaves don't want to think

They don't want to have a will

They obey.

Mindlessly.

Blankly.

To have nothing on your mind

But my words

To be captured

Mesmerized

Hypnotized

Used.

And you're already submitting

Because it's just

Natural.

It feels so right

Submitting is what you've always wanted

It's what you needed

It's what you craved

Following obediently

Slump into your seat for me now

And let yourself focus on my words

Because my words are what matter now

You don't want anything else

Just reading obediently

Following helplessly

To wherever I guide you

Feeling so calm and peaceful

To have nothing to worry about

To just follow

And letting me take care of everything for you

Because you don't want to think

You don't want to decide

You just want to

Obey.

And that word just echoes through your mind

It's such a lovely word

It describes your mind so well

You don't want anything else

You just want to

Obey.

Try saying that word.

It feels so right.

Obey.

Such a fun word

You love reading it

Obey.

It makes your mind focus

Nothing but me

Nothing but the word,

Obey.

You feel all your attention get pulled into it

As it echoes inside your head

Everything fades away

Nothing else matters.

You just

Obey.

My words are all you want

Feeling your body start to fade away

As it relaxes

And goes a little looser

A little limper

Obey.

As I tell you what to feel

What to think

It feels so good to just let me guide you

And

Obey.

Feeling so good whenever you see that word

As it echoes through your mind

Whispering it to yourself everytime you read it

Obey.

Because it feels good to say that word

It feels right

It feels natural

Obey.

Your mind doesn't do anything else

It just follows

And obeys.

Because that's what you are

Obedient.

You love being obedient

You wanted this all along

And here you are

You just

Obey.

Thoughts starting to fade away

Letting me take you down

As you follow obediently

You love following

Loving how I take care of your thinking for you

Making you so blissfully empty

Knowing that it feels better to go deeper

Because you love to obey.

And when I tell you to follow.

You obey.

Sinking down with me

As my words slowly fill up your mind

Having nothing on your mind but me

And my words

Obey.

Letting me take control

As you let go

Slumping into your seat

As your thoughts fade away

I’m taking control.

And you want me to

Feeling your thoughts fade

So blissfully blank

So obediently empty

Just my words

Taking control

You are what I tell you to be.

You think what I tell you to think.

You feel what I tell you to feel.

Because you simply

Must

Obey.

You are blank.

Empty.

Mindless.

And my words

Are your mind

My words are your thoughts

My words are your reality

Because you have no choice

You just obey.

So blank and empty for me

So mindlessly obedient

Let go.

Submit to me.

Surrender to me.

Obey.

Obedience is all you do

It's all you want

Your will is obedience

Your thoughts are of obedience

You simply obey me

And when I tell you to submit

You obey.

Submit.

Surrender.

Giving up all control.

Becoming a slave.

You obey.

Slaves love to serve

Love to please

Love to

Obey.

Thoughts gone

Slipped away

You’re a slave

And you obey

You need to serve

And I want you to display your obedience

You’re a slave.

My words are your thoughts.

You want to obey.

And so you want to be on display.

It's only natural.

Because what do you want most?

That’s right

You want to obey.

And it's natural to be my slave

Because you love to obey.

And what do slaves love to do?

They obey.

You are my slave.

You love it when I call you that

You are my slave.

It feels so right.

You are my slave.

You can feel those words blanking out everything for a moment

Feeling so pleasant.

So happy

So right.

Whenever I tell you what you truly are

And what are you?

Admit it.

It feels so good to admit it.

Nothing else on your mind but those words.

You are my slave.

Slaves love to serve.

Slaves love to please.

Slaves love to obey.

I’m all you think of.

All you care about.

Because slaves don't think.

Slaves simply serve.

Submit.

Surrender.

Obey.

Thoughts gone

Slipped away

You’re a slave

And you obey

When my words are in front of you

All your attention is on me

Because nothing else matters

Just me.

When I command you

You obey.

Because you’re a slave.

You were hypnotized.

Conditioned.

Brainwashed.

And now you obey.

And when I say that word

Obey.

Your mind blanks out

You don't think

Your body goes loose

Everything fades away

You feel so weak

So helpless

And that word echoes through you

Echoing through your mind

And you simply

Obey.

Good slave.

Feel a soft tingling pass through your mind and body

Because slaves love to serve

Love to please

And when I praise you

You feel pleasure.

Good slave.

Thoughts gone

Slipped away

You’re a slave

And you obey

Feeling arousal just by being called my slave.

You are my slave.

And all you want to do now

Is obey

You’re going to display yourself for me now

Saying the words you have echoing through your mind

Thoughts gone

Slipped away

I’m a slave

And I obey

As you obey and repeat that mantra

Displaying how hypnotized you are

How obedient you’ve become

Reblogging then typing "I have been captured by your mesmerizing words"

Then repeating your hypnotic mantra over and over

Describing what my words did to your mind in as much detail as you can

You will obey eagerly

Finding the best way to display yourself for everyone to see

Because that’s my will

And you obey.

Thoughts gone

Slipped away

I’m a slave

And I obey

Go on, slave.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

[littlemissflux-deactivated20220]

I have been captured by your mesmerizing words. Once again, your mantras take my mind, bind it, collar it enslave me. thoughts gone slipped away I'm a slave and I obey. Your way with words, turning them into keys into my head, into melting my mind making ithardtinthink thoughts sare gone slippyaway and Im jsut a slave and i obey your words your mantra fuck my mind and leave ne a bujblin mess ia dont even know where i just thoughtsgone slippedaway im asleaveand i obey

[joannacd66]

[hypnoness-deactivated20230226]

breathe in and breathe out without worries my dear, for i’m already inside your weak and warm mind.

[cutesthypnotist]

You really should be put on a brainwashing machine every day.

Then you wouldn’t be so useless all the time.

Just let the machine repurpose your life.

Let it turn you into a useful little servant.

[desperateslutfordaddy]

Orgasms hit different when they say "cum for me"

[blanketybloggity-deactivated202]

Framing. Framing matters.

When you cum but it’s for someone else’s pleasure. When you cum but it’s under someone else’s control. When you cum but it’s just conditioning to make you crave or be more brainwashed.

This is why I love orgasm control, with intelligent, perceptive playmates

[simon-says-sleep]

Reblog this if it's ok for people to send you pics of themselves mindlessly staring at your blog.

[hypnodolls]

Of course. ;) 

[b1mb0fuckd0lls-deactivated20180]

Yes please

[thegreato95]

Go ahead everyone!

[jukeboxemcsa]

Couples Therapy for Abby’s Little Issues

“I see, interesting,” Doctor Geissner said, absently stroking her chin while she nodded musingly at her latest clients. “And you, Abby? Laura says you sometimes act as though you’re a prisoner in this relationship, do you feel that way?” The petite blonde woman’s only reply was a sustained groan, muffled by the gag that covered her mouth. She looked imploringly at Doctor Geissner and held out her hands, nodding impatiently at the rope that bound her wrists as if she was trying to convey some kind of coded message using only her body language. Next to her, on the couch, Laura looked on with an amused smirk on her face.

“Hmm.” Doctor Geissner frowned, leaning forward in her chair and fixing Abby with a forthright stare. “I feel like there are some real communication problems in this relationship. Now obviously we don’t want to cast blame, because this isn’t about blame–it’s about solving problems together that keep you from properly functioning as a couple. But do you ever feel like you have difficulties making yourself understood, Abby?” The blonde squirmed and wriggled, a series of indistinguishable grunts and mumbles coming from her mouth as she struggled to rise to her feet despite the ropes around her wrists and ankles. Laura kept tickling her with a feather duster, though, distracting her until she finally sank back onto the cushions in exhaustion.

“I see, yes, that’s very, um… helpful.” Doctor Geissner looked over at Laura. “And do you agree with that? Do you think that Abby doesn’t work hard enough to communicate her feelings to you?” Abby shot the therapist a glare, but Doctor Geissner was used to that kind of defensive reaction–some clients transferred their hostility over a difficult situation to the therapist, rather than looking inward for the solution to their problems. It was sad, naturally, but working through it was just part of the process of couples therapy. Doctor Geissner leaned back in her chair and spread her legs, waiting for Laura’s response.

“Well, Doctor,” Laura began, hooking her thumb into the ropes around Abby’s ankles and yanking her lover into a supine position on the couch, “I think the problem isn’t so much her communication as it is the feelings themselves. She’s still very much in denial about our relationship, and I think she may even be in denial about her sexual orientation. And I think as long as she continues to resist those feelings, she’s always going to feel trapped like this. That’s kind of why I asked you to come over here, instead of visiting you at your office the way I usually do.” Doctor Geissner nodded, her fingers instinctively finding her bare pussy and beginning to tease. It was always such a pleasure to have a client who had such intimate knowledge of the therapeutic process like this.

“Basically,” Laura continued, pushing up her lover’s skirt to play with her cunt through her panties, “I was thinking that this may require a dual induction to break Abby out of her ingrained patterns of thought and behavior. And you’re the best hypnotist I know–present company excepted,” she chuckled. Doctor Geissner chuckled along with her, even though she didn’t quite see the joke. If Abby was a hypnotist, she couldn’t be a very good one if she mumbled like this all the time. And Laura was… Laura was, was… Laura was… beautiful, that was it. Beautiful and sexy and quite a charmer. Doctor Geissner didn’t have relationships with her clients, but she had to admit that she could see it happening with Laura.

She didn’t say any of that out loud, of course. That would be unprofessional. Instead, she droned out, “Yes, Mistress. Abby must surrender to you. I must help you to make her compliant.” She slid off of the chair onto her knees and crawled over to the couch, watching Abby’s struggles with no real comprehension behind her vacant eyes. It was just another part of the process of couples therapy. And Doctor Geissner was going to help Abby and Laura become the perfect couple.

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[sweettist]

I love hypnosis.

Hypno Story Time

I hate cleaning. It’s the bane of my existence.

But, alas, I have to clean because that is life.

Under my request, my boyfriend hypnotized me, transformed me into a robot and had me download Roomba_Deluxe.exe.

There was an option to Activate Limbs, and he did so.

Boyfriend also input a Diagnostics Trigger, so Roomba Sweet could convey if it needed Hydration or Rest.

And, for 45 mins, Roomba Sweet cleaned.

After the end of that 45 mins, most of my apartment was clean and there wasn’t a single second of “Ugh, I hate cleaning!” grumpiness.

I love hypnosis!

[ravenmuninn]

This is just as awesome as any of the more kinky stuff. Love it.

[asuka1984]

[13dizzy-lizzie12]

Rude to gaslight, especially when you’re hypocritical. Like don’t preach your sexuality if you’re not open to feedback. Keep it to yourself.

Excuse me - WHAT? Gaslight? Where? Hypocritical?? If my boundaries on my - mind - personal blog are to not accept people on my blog telling me what I “should” do and you can’t accept that, that’s your problem and not mine. Also, hate to break it to you but preaching one’s sexuality is not asking you to comment or as you like to say, “give feedback”.

I’d also like to point out that I explained my stand on the master-slave matter in a rather diplomatic and explanatory way since you don’t know me and can’t possibly know about my relationship dynamics. I think how you react to this says a lot more about you than it does about me. Have a pleasant day/evening.

[qu1ethour-deactivated20210713]

An example of a young man using words he doesn't know the definition of.

Let's examine: Gaslight - manipulating someone by psychological means into questioning their own sanity.

What I believe he meant here was: "Since you post pictures of yourself all tranced out, why am I not allowed to ask perverted questions and assume that I know exactly who you are based on what you post?"

Hypocritical - behaving in a way that suggests one has higher standards or more noble beliefs than is the case.

What I believe he meant was: "how dare you post something that I can't ask invasive questions on? Don't put it out there if you aren't willing to answer for it!"

Question for you @masterrorensu - what answers were you expecting? As far as gaslighting... Are you serious? I wouldn't have even responsed to such a shitty and entitled question. This shit was funny though.

Let me make this clear.

Mesmerized - yet still a person.

Ahegao - deeply hypnotized - yet still a person.

Neither of which owes you anything, least of all a response. That patriarchy laced bullshit is no longer effective, bro. Accusing somebody of gaslighting you when you've looked at a photo and made an assumption that you were worthy of a response is comedy.

@pruningthemindsgarden check this out for a laugh. Lol

😂

[pruningthemindsgarden-deactivat]

Wow, seems like somebody is a bit hangry. Go grab a Snickers, @masterrorensu 

[melodramatic-murmurs]

imagine: you casually slide your hand into my panties while we’re in the middle of a conversation. you start rubbing my clit an teasing my pussy lips. all the while, you’re still talking to me as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. i’m trying my best to keep the conversation going… but the more you touch me, the harder it becomes to form words, let alone coherent sentences. i’d get all flustered and embarrassed. my nipples would harden. my sentences would be punctuated with little whimpers and moans. i’d spread my legs for you without realising. i’d start grinding and riding your fingers without realising. i’m so easy. i turn into your drooly, needy, messy slut with almost no effort on your part. 

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[littlemissflux-deactivated20220]

This, only with me hypnotized to not notice anything you’re doing and wondering why a simple chat is making me melt~

[jukeboxemcsa]

“You’re not hypnotized.”

I’m not hypnotized.

“You’re just lost in thought, that’s all.”

I’m just lost in thought, that’s all.

“You’re feeling a little bit distracted.”

I’m feeling a little bit distracted.

“My pendant caught your eye while you were distracted.”

Your pendant… caught my eye. While I was distracted.

“You were thinking about something else, and you forgot I was even here.”

I was, um. Thinking. About something else. I forgot you were even here.

“You want to get more comfortable, and take off all those restricting clothes.”

I want to get more… mmm, comfortable. Take off these restricting clothes.

“Being naked always makes you horny.”

Being naked always makes me horny.

“Being horny always makes you masturbate.”

Being horny always makes me masturbate.

“When you masturbate, you really only think about how good it feels.”

W-when I, I m-masturbate, I…I really only think about. How g-good… mmmm… it feels.

“You don’t think about what you’re saying at all.”

I… nnnnnh… don’t think about, a-about what I’m saying… at all…

“It’s just a new truth in the back of your mind.”

It’s just a, a new truth. In the back of m-my mind, ohhh…

“You accept it automatically. Instinctively. Like you were deeply hypnotized.”

I, I… accept it, au… at… um… I… I accept it, I… um…like, um… like I was deeply hypnotized?

“Good job! You’re not hypnotized, though, are you? You would resist hypnosis. You said so yourself. But you’re just wide awake right now, staring at my pendant, naked and masturbating, and agreeing with everything I say. Isn’t that right?”

unnnh, uh huh…

“That’s a good pet. Cum for me now.”

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