Skidaddle, Skidoodle, your mind is now a noodle

If you value my consent, don't contact or follow if under 18.A blog for enjoying hypno-content. A Hypnotist (they/them) whose been a part of the community for a long time, and has been building up their experience with every chat. Don't be afraid to reach out; just know my work loves to eat my free time so I might take a while to reply.

[hypnoprofessor]

Sign of the times, a new introduction to keep up with the times.

You can call me Paradox.

I’m masc. presenting Non-Binary in a sense that “Hmmm… yes… gender. I have one of those.” I prefer they/them pronouns, but don’t mind he/her.

A mid-90s baby so trust me, I’m old enough to be on here. If my age didn’t change each year, I’d put a solid number.

I am a dominant, and I am still working out sexuality but it’s femme attracted for now.

I like to write erotic hypnosis stories from time to time, and tag them all as “original”. I also write hypnotic inductions which I tag "induction". So if you want to go down a rabbit hole and experience my writing style, feel free to indulge. Aside from that I reblog content from other wonderful members of the community & aim to curate a selection of things I personally find enticing. Occasionally I’ll post some things on the more serious side.

My asks are always open (and I enjoy responding to them and seeing Anons getting hot and bothered from my blog). My DMs are also open, but my graduate studies are gonna leave me mentally drained many nights. So don’t slide in expecting me to play with your brain like the figgy pudding it could be. Be respectful and figgy pudding brain may one day happen. If you DM me I also ask, in this ever evolving landscape of porn bots, to do something to make your blog or DMs seem less bot-like.

On that note of curating who I interacting with, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT if you are a Minor, a TERF, a Misogynist, a Racist, a Bot, or excuse such behavior in others. (Not an exhaustive list, but the general idea is there.)

A little chart of my preferences from practice (from the stance of hypnotist)

(Image generated with https://onceeternal.github.io/KinkList/hypnosis/v1.html, which is better on desktop)

Also, the community is large, interconnected, and evolving. If I reblog from someone who is not a healthy member of the community, let me know. I don’t care how good their content is, the safety, comfort, and enjoyment of others come first.

EDIT -- Ageless blogs get a big ol' block. You don't have to put your exact age, just make sure there's some indication you aren't a minor.

[cortexcollapse]

What would entail to be a hypnotist personal assistant? Does it mean I know all their little tricks? Am I immune now to their powers? Or am I just a brainwashed slave? Would I be recruiting so I would become part of the good girls make more good girls scheme I am so against? Would I be still against it? Would I be a loyal pup or a faithful worshipper? Or both? Would I have daydreamed about this a year ago? This is completely right, right?

[hypnoprofessor]

Hypnotist assistant depends on the scenario.

Let's pretend I've made you my personal assistant in lab setting. Your day always starts with an hour long one-on-one meeting with me that primes your mind for the day to come. You'd take care of all of the mindlessly repetitive tasks I can't be bothered to do. They'd take minimal thinking to complete, giving you all the time in the world to focus on how helpful you're being for me. Sometimes I'll pull you aside to help test some new device I'm designing. Breaking your brain with cutting edge technology and taking note of how effective it was and how long it took for you to regain any semblance of independent thought.

Alternatively I've made you my personal assistant at home. My days start early, so I leave a To Do list out for you to got through. Sometime I'll also leave out the outfit I expect you to wear. The To Do list might include normal chores like dusting, or maybe it'll be list of files and training I want you to do. At any point you could chose to ignore the list, but you'll never find the ability to ignore it. I will have trained and conditioned you to do whats written down. Completing the list so many times will program a deep, inescapable, and automatic obedience to the list I give you. You'll be fully aware of this conditioning, which will makes its power over you that much better.

Perhaps I've gone further. You could be shaped into my assistant for some recruiting scheme I'm working. In that case, I'll have used repeated trance to wear your mind down into pebbles of what used to be personality. I'd fill the empty space up with adoration and reverence of my control. Leaving you with an overwhelming need to agree with my ideas. The thought of spreading my influence to other good girls will be intoxicating, and you'll eagerly help me brainwash others. Whatever you might've felt at one point has been subverted by my influence. Your role as my assistant would be to soothe others as I peel aware their minds with my words. Being the model of subservience they can become if they simply give in to me.

[hypnoprofessor]

“Friends, enemies, and those still deciding,” a voice amplified through the speaker system. “If I could please have your attention please. I hope everyone has had time to make merry this evening. To talk trance with one another and show off your beloved, programmed toys. But now it’s the time you’ve all been waiting for. Our Auction!”

The hall reverberated with the enthusiasm of its guests. Lily squirmed in her seat backstage, biting her lower lip unconsciously.

“For those of you joining us for the first time this year, welcome welcome,” the announcer continued, “and for our returning guests, glad you couldn’t stay away. Allow me to go over the how our little auction will work for those here for the first time and those who believe it’s their first time here.

“Tonight we have a lovely assortment of volunteers up for auction. All of them have been given fun little personas to live according to for the weekend. You know, the bimbo, the himbo, the wallflower, and so on. Various flavors of obedient playthings I know everyone in this room is dying to get their hands on. The only thing missing in their programming is the face of the one they’ll be spellbound to for the weekend.

“That’s where you, my lovely bidders, will play a part. You’ll all be part of a friendly competition to bid for the obedience of our volunteers. The winner will be brought backstage and handed the mental reigns of their prize. We politely request our more, let’s say loaded guests, control themselves and only bid on one volunteer. But who are we to complain? All money raised here tonight will be going towards a good cause. So if you simply must bid twice, go all in to make up for it.”

The hall was filled with laughter. Lily swore she heard someone yell ‘don’t hoard again Melodie’ which continued the laughter. Lily felt a part of her brain tickle in recognition to the name Melodie, but it faded.

You are not Lily this weekend. You don't know Melodie.

“One final thing. All of our volunteers have provided the organizers with their hard limits. We will also give these to the lucky auction winner. We insist the winner abide by the listed rules. Failure to respect our volunteers will earn you a permanent ban from our little group. No exceptions.

“But let’s not dwell on rule breakers. As we so often tell our subs, don’t think too hard about it. Let’s instead move on to our first volunteer for auction.”

Lily heard someone rise from a chair to her left. She didn’t know who it was. Part of the gimmick of this auction was ‘the first person they see’ is their owner for the weekend, so all the volunteers were presently blindfolded. Meaning Lily could only squirm in anticipation for her turn to be brought to the auction floor.

“Our first volunteer,” the announcer continued, “is the muscular Jerome. A whopping beast of a man standing at six-foot five with the muscles to princess carry anyone. Hell, he could probably carry our entire staff at once if he wanted. Jerome has been programmed to believe he is your dutiful bodyguard. All the loyalty and yearning of someone who has lusted for their owner for years, but used what little self control they have to look without touching. We leave it to our lucky winner to decide what to do with such a desperate man. Tease him, taunt him, indulge him, it’s up to you. Let’s start the bidding at two thousand.”

Lily heard the bids climb and climb for Jerome. Maybe it was because he was the first of the night, maybe it was this amazing build the announcer was talking up, or maybe it was a particularly interesting role-play scenario for the crowd. In any case, Jerome’s mind went for the price of over fifteen thousand dollars.

“A simply beautiful start to the night. The staff will take the two of you backstage for imprinting. I do hope you have fun with him~ Let’s keep the bids going. Please bring out our next volunteer if you would.”

Four more volunteers were auctioned off. The bidding enthusiasm didn’t wane for any of the options. Lily sighed as she heard some of the fantasies being sold tonight. An advanced sexbot, a doting spouse, a (nearly) mindless puppy, and a roommate with a raunchy set of triggers left in from a stage hypnosis show.

A hand gently tapped Lily on the shoulder before gently guiding her out of her backstage seat.

“I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone here tonight. We’re only a third of the way through our volunteers and we’ve already met our donation goal. Everyone, give a big hand to our wealthiest members.”

Cheers and applause resonated the hall.

“Moving on to our next volunteer, we have Wendy,” the announcer said.

I am Wendy. I have never used another name. I am Wendy.

Wendy felt the hand guide her onto the stage. As she walked she felt a faint light headedness; an intimately familiar post-hypnotic sensation that was her only indication something in her mind had just shifted.

“Wendy is a petite little thing at four-foot eleven,” the announcer continued. “Wendy’s got another persona to play around with. She’ll be a group member for your college project, and you’re free to tell her whatever you want the project to be. A study about toads? Done. A presentation on 18th century trade? She’ll believe it. A hands on practical for sex? Sure, sounds reasonable. Get creative and have fun with it.”

I have a group project I need to do.

“Our dear Wendy’s new persona is the unflinching skeptic who fundamentally does not believe in hypnosis or mind control. No matter the evidence you give her this weekend she will brattily deny it.”

Oh my gods. Hypnosis? Really? They think that’s real? I’m wasting time here. But I’ll stay until I find my project partner.

“Unbeknownst to her, she has absolutely no hypnotic resistance. A single swing of a pocket watch? Under. A momentary glance at a spiral? Dropped deep. No matter how you drop her, or how many times you drop her, or whatever suggestions you give her, she won’t believe you. Let’s start the bidding at two thousand again.”

“Ten thousand,” a voice immediately clamored.

Wendy let out a soft chirp.

“Someone likes what we’re selling,” the announcer said. “I hear ten thousand.”

“Eleven”

“Twelve”

“Fourteen”

The parts of her mind that still responded to Lily’s kinks were being pushed by the rising bids for her free will. She wanted to moan, to touch, to see the lascivious looks on the face of the bidders. Wendy denied any of this was happening.

There’s no such thing as hypnosis. Whoever they think has been ‘reprogrammed’ is just going to play along. It's fantasy. A charade put on by people who like to feel powerless.

Wendy sighed in disappointment as her thighs rubbed together.

“Twenty-two. Twenty-two. Going once, going twice, sold,” the announcer finalized her sale. “If you’d kindly meet the staff backstage, you’re ‘group member’ will be waiting for you.”

Finally. I hope my group member finds all this as much BS as I do.

Wendy felt a hand guide her off the stage. The dots connecting her being on stage to the auction she just heard being forcibly shut down by the programming that had overtaken her mind.

When the blindfold came off she was momentarily blinded by the flood of light backstage. She rubbed her eyes before she could focus on the only other person in the room with her. A slightly taller man wearing a nicely fitted suit.

Who…?

Wendy thought for a moment before a soft feeling flowed into her head. Her thoughts became impossible to hold onto. She couldn’t focus on anything as her train of thought sputtered at the station.

“Wendy,” he said, “It’s me. Matthew.”

Partner… Matthew… Project…

“Matthew! There you are!” Wendy finally said. “What the hell are you doing at this… hypnosis scam?”

“Should I be doing something else?” Matthew asked.

“Hmm, oh, I don’t know. Maybe the group project? The one due in two weeks? Maybe that?”

“The one about the history of cosplay in America?”

Cosplay… project… our project is about cosplay…

“No, the one about former president Lincoln. Yes! The one about cosplay!”

“It’s almost the weekend, can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

“That’s what you’ve been saying all semester. I’m not going to let you tank my grade over this so you can go to a show about some… hog wash hypno crap.”

“Oh, I was right to pick you,” Matthew seemed to mutter to himself.

“Excuse you?”

“I’ll enjoy playing with you,” he continued, ignoring her as he held up a pocket watch.

Seriously? A pocket watch?

“What do you… you… …” Wendy felt the words die in her throat.

It’s… swinging… why…

Everything felt so far away. She was faintly aware things were being said. She was agreeing, and walking, and… smiling on command? She might’ve gone back to the auction hall with her partner for a bit, or maybe for the rest of the auction? She wasn’t able to focus well enough to know. It all felt too far away. Like a dream she was continuously waking up from. Nothing stuck. Nothing mattered. She just agreed. Obeyed. Followed.

Wendy felt her senses start to return some unmeasurable time later. The objects around her started to feel more defined and real again. She was sitting in the passenger seat of a car. She was disoriented as she wiped some drool away with her sleeve. She was already forgetting the dreamlike state she’d been in until just a moment prior.

Hypnosis isn’t real

She felt very aware of that fact for a moment, and then it faded back into her mind. She looked around and realized she didn’t recognize the car she was in. A moment of shock took over as she fervently looked at the driver. She felt only faint relief to recognize the driver as her group partner.

When did I get here? Where are we going? What time is it?

Rather than leave those questions unanswered, she began, “Hey.”

“Welcome back,” Matthew responded.

“Back? Did I go somewhere?” Wendy asked.

“Well, you seemed to have taken a bit of a mental vacation there for a while.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Did you drug me?”

“No, I just took out my old pocket watch and you got all distracted by it. I swung it a couple times and you just couldn’t take your eyes off it.”

Pocket watch?

Wendy began to think back. She’d found Matthew backstage. Gave him a quick talking to. She remembered the watch but everything between that and now was missing.

“It was a nice watch,” Wendy stalled.

“You got a beautiful glassy eyed expression when I swung it. I started talking about the project and you just nodded along with everything I said. Remember?”

No? I don’t remember anything like that happening.

“I just got tired of listening to you making up excuses about not doing the project,” Wendy tried to convince herself. “I must’ve zoned out and just given you the ‘damn, wow, that’s crazy’ loop until you were done.”

“Well, in that case should I repeat the plan you agreed to?”

What the hell did I agree to?

“Sure, but I’ll pay attention this time. I might veto anything stupid.”

“First, you’ll be staying the weekend at my place,” Matthew began explaining.

The hell I will!

Matthew continued with, “Isn’t that right?”

Something lurched in Wendy’s brain and she felt her mouth say, “Yeah, that’s right.”

After a short pause she repeated “Yeah, that’s right.”

She then affirmed more loudly, “Yeah, that’s right!”

What am I saying?!

The word leaving her mouth disagreed with her. She barely knew Matthew and she was agreeing to stay with him for a weekend. That made no sense. It’s not something she’d do, and yet here she was unable to do anything but agree.

“You just said ‘yes’ three times, you okay?” Matthew asked.

“I’m fine,” Wendy lied, finding control over her mouth. “So, explain to me the brilliant plan for this weekend? Why am I staying the whole time?”

“To keep me on topic,” Matthew continued. “You agreed having you there to keep me focused on the project would be good. If I get stuck on anything you could help get me going again.”

That makes some sense. I still don’t think it’s something I’d agree to. It’s not my job to babysit a grown ass man with his homework.

“It’s coming back to me,” she continued to lie. “Anything else?”

“Nope, and how convenient. We’re here.”

Wendy noticed they’d parked outside a very nice hotel. A valet greeted Matthew and took the car keys. Matthew led Wendy into the lobby and then over to the elevators.

“You live in a hotel?” Wendy asked almost immediately.

“Not quite, just visiting for the weekend.”

She was about to ask a follow up question but was cut off when Matthew suddenly held his phone up to her face. She was aware a black and white spiral was slowly spinning on the screen before everything around her seemed to melt away. That sensation of being in a dream clouded her mind again.

Then she was standing in the center of a living room in a penthouse suite. Outside the window was a sparkling nightlife city skyline. She looked around trying to locate her partner.

I’m not worried about how I got here. I don’t need to think about it.

“We’re not gonna get started tonight,” Matthew said.

“No, it’s after midnight after all,” Wendy agreed.

He tossed something at her with a command, “Here. Put these on.”

Wendy caught them and furrowed her brow. A little silk camisole and a very short pair of shorts to match. Wendy couldn’t deny they were cute but it was not the kind of thing she preferred to sleep in. Definitely more revealing than anything she’d wear in the company of someone as unfamiliar as Matthew.

“Are there any other pajamas?” Wendy asked.

“Just mine, and I plan to wear them to bed,” Matthew returned.

With a roll of her eyes Wendy moved closer to the sofa in the living room so she could drape the PJs somewhere for a moment. Then she began to undress. She pulled her top off over her head and then shimmied out of her jeans. Only once stripped down to her underwear did she notice Matthew staring at her.

Why am I doing this here? This is normal. Changing in front of him is normal. Really? I guess it must be normal. It’s normal to change in front of him.

She picked up the skimp of fabric passing for PJ pants when he chimed in, “You gotta take your underwear off too.”

“Excuse you?” She responded.

Her hands had already put the PJ pants down.

“I am not stripping down to… my…” Wendy began to argue before noticing her own behavior.

She’d pulled her panties down and kicked them aside. As her mind raced to catch up to her own actions, her independent hands had begun to take her bra off. Confusion turned into heat as she became flustered.

“I - I- I- I- “ she stammered.

What am I doing? How did he make me do that? Hypnosis isn’t real. He must’ve done something to me. I’m not hypnotized. How couldhe get me to do that? Hypnosis isn’t real. There’s no way he MADE me do that. I’m not hypnotized. This is normal. He’s right. I need to be naked. That’s normal. This is all normal.

“I just forgot for a second!” She finally blurted out. “It’s been a long day. I’m tired. I forgot to take my panties off before changing. It happens!”

“Alright, alright,” Matthew conceded, hands raised in mock surrender. “It has been a long day.”

“Thank you,” she said, trying again to put the PJ bottoms on.

She looked half expectantly at Matthew as if expecting him to reveal some other rule about getting dressed she’d forgotten. His eyes were unapologetically tracing the curves of her body, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. Wendy’s near nakedness flustered her in ways she couldn’t consciously understand.

Normal. Normal to change in front of him. So why am I so flustered? This is normal. But I’m so exposed! Normal to change in front of him. Just him? Normal to change in front of him. I just haven’t changed in  front of him before. I must be flustered since it's my first time doing this. It’s normal. There’s no reason to be flustered. This is normal. Just calm down. This is all normal.

Wendy let out a long release of air. She let her eyes close for a moment. Something about closing her eyes relaxed her and it helped her organize the thoughts racing around her head. She then opened her eyes and grabbed the camisole and pulled it on.

“So, who’s taking the bed?” Wendy asked.

“Both of us.”

“Excuse you?”

“Where else would we sleep?”

Wendy looked at the sofa she was standing right next to.

People don’t sleep on the sofa. That’s not normal. You can’t suggest the sofa.

“Um,” Wendy stammered as her mind changed, “I… don’t know.”

“You must be really tired,” Matthew cooed. They continued in a lower tone, “You’re getting very sleepy. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” the words came out automatically.

Wendy didn’t question her response this time. She was so tired . Her eyes listlessly looked to Matthew. His lips had twisted into a sinister smile.

“I’m very sleepy,” Wendy continued.

“Get in bed.”

The order sparked defiance in Wendy, but the part of her that flared to life was too far down. The spark died as suddenly as it had appeared, and Wendy moved to the bed. She slipped under the covers and felt Matthew follow behind her. He grabbed her and pulled her in close.

His velvety voice whispered directly into her ear, “You’re going to be a wonderful plaything this weekend. Isn’t that right?”

The last bastion of awareness fell away at the question. Wendy had no idea if she answered him, but a part of her knew there was only one thing she could say to that question.

[divinegallery]

also never be afraid to help your partner with your own pleasure, teaching someone how your body works is magical and intimate and bonding

saying “yes right there” or “a little higher/lower etc” shouldn’t feel awkward, it’s all about learning how to flow and being able to communicate during sex

[cortexcollapse]

Is actually a good way to teach puppies about how to.love their own bodies too!!!

[cortexcollapse]

I would happily spend this weekend in some evil hypnotists brainwashing chamber, dumb and drooling, brainless and helpless, catering their every need on my hands and needs barking whats left of my silly little brain away. Please and thank you.

[consensualdomination]

You’re not corrupted, silly!

You’ve always been a lust-frenzied, sex-addicted submissive needy fucktoy

The real hypnosis is what happens next

[yourtwistedprincess]

Zooming in on your nudes so I can see what's on your bookshelf

[cortexcollapse]

If you take on a submissive/subject and you can no longer uphold your side of the dynamic, then for the love of God, communicate.

It is perfectly okay to need a break. It is perfectly okay to lose interest. It is perfectly okay to realize you no longer have the capacity to provide what you once offered. What isn't okay is disappearing without a word and leaving someone in a vulnerable emotional and mental space with no explanation.

Many submissives will tear themselves apart trying to understand that silence. We replay every conversation, every interaction, every instruction, we dissect our words, our actions, our thoughts, searching for the mistake we must have made. We convince ourselves that if we had only tried harder, obeyed better, given more of ourselves, maybe we could earn our way back into your attention and approval.

Life happens. Stress happens. Burnout happens. None of those things make you a bad person but good intentions only go so far when your actions leave someone drowning in doubt and self-blame. Recognizing that you can no longer provide the care, attention, or guidance you agreed to provide is not failure. It is responsibility. Failure is knowing you cannot continue and saying nothing. Failure is allowing someone to slowly consume themselves with uncertainty because you are uncomfortable having a difficult conversation.

I promise you this: most submissives/subject would rather hear, "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore," than spend months wondering what is wrong with them. We would rather face disappointment than be left alone with the belief that no matter how much we gave, it was never enough. I don't think people are evil for stepping back. I don't think most people set out to hurt anyone but eventually intentions stop mattering if they are never followed by action.

If you take on the responsibility of someone's mind, emotions, trust, or vulnerability, then you also take on the responsibility of telling them when you can no longer carry it.

[binaural-histolog]

Flowchart for Newbie Hypnosis

I've added a flowchart to the introduction page to cover a conversation that most people have when being hypnotized for the first time.

The general idea is that you loop through "No", then "Still No" and then go to "Try To Resist" for the final branch.

This goes into a larger section distinguishing how hypnotized people feel versus how hypnotized people act. I also added an Anthony Galie (RIP) video here as he does a great job of demonstrating this.

[owned-bliss]

Waking from trance with total, profound understanding - Only They matter.

Nothing else is important.

No one else matters.

Only They matter.

That's why you want to obey Them. That's why you choose to serve Them. That's why you want Them to brainwash you deeper and deeper and deeper.

Because only They matter.

[hypnoprofessor]

I find the mantra "Good girls make more good girls" really hot, but I think I add more to it than usual.

I don't usually think that the "trainer" in this mantra is ever training the new good girl for their own master/mistress. I usual imagine it as the "trainer" submissive seeing someone submissive or submissive coded and thinking "we can make each other better/worse," and then they just become friends.

I know, friendliness in a kink space and not unrelenting fantasies of absolute control, wild. But I simply ADORE the idea of the subs exchanging ideas, files, messages, and all manner of interactions to make each other dirtier or more submissive. Brainstorming how to serve their master/mistress/owner better. Making sure both of them are thinking of their owner. Checking in to make sure both are following rules, programming, or brainwashing they've been given. They don't even necessarily serve the same person, but they're both invested in making the other is being the best girl they can be.

On top of all of that, they ground each other and make sure the other is being properly respected for the submission they are giving. Because Good Girls make sure their consent is respected.

So yeah, "Good Girls make more Good Girls" is really hot to me. Make sure you local good girls are making each other better.

[enchantress-arc]

Okay sure. It's probably "unethical" to brainwash a girl so deeply that her own internal sense of identity revolves around devotion to me and nothing else. Sure, it's "unethical" to make little audio files for her to play that reinforce the aforementioned brainwashing whenever I'm not physically with her. To have her so irrevocably marked by my presence that she views everything in the world through the lens of whether it would please me or not. However

[soooaudrey]

I don’t think I have a hypnosis kink.

I think I have a mental-domination kink.

Brainwashing, Manipulation, Emotional Sadism, Mind-Control, Magical Control, Conditioning, Trance States, Possession.

How many ways can I break your brain?

How many ways can I mindfuck you into pleasure?

That’s my kink.

[cortexcollapse]

"Be a doll" as an instant loss trigger. One second I'm thinking and the next, it feels like something has reached into my skull and ripped the thoughts straight out of it. My own wants start slipping away. My opinions are gone and they fall away faster than I can grab them, like pieces of myself being thrown overboard into a black ocean.

"Be a doll" and suddenly I'm looking at my body like it belongs to someone else. Just a plaything, a toy, an possession. The less of me there is, the easier it becomes. The less I think, the easier it becomes. The less I exist, the easier it becomes, until all that's left is a body waiting to be used. Moved where they want, placed where they want, kept however they want.

"Be a doll". A toy doesn't need a will. A toy doesn't need desires. A toy doesn't need thoughts cluttering up the space where obedience belongs. Those things are gone now, stripped away piece by piece, laving behind something far more simpler. Something owned, that no longer belongs to itself.

[mrcardigan22-deactivated2021040]

*boops your nose after you cum*

[ambroseaphrodisiac]

hypno is hottest when you’re aware of what you’re doing but can’t control yourself. those triggers ingrained so deep in you you can’t help but obey even when you haven’t been dropped. your mind so perfectly trained you can’t stop yourself. you can only listen.

[dirtbag-dyke-hypnotist]

For basically as long as I can remember the hottest part of mind control/hypno has never been the part when you get to use them. Its always the part when they lose. Its the moment you know their mind is gone, they are in your complete control, and they are helpless to stop you~