HypnoPum

A fan of erotic hypnosis, 30/NB (they/them). I write erotic hypnosis microfictions! No minors, please. Support me on Patreon.com/hypnopum!

[hypnopum]

“Awh, who’s my cute little idiot huh?” Your partner cooed at you. “Who’s so completely stupid for me, huh? It’s you!” They cupped your chin with their hand, pulling your gaze to theirs. “Awh, you’re blushing… Is it humiliating when I talk to you like that?”

It was… But that wasn’t a bad thing. “Like you’re not even a person? Like you’re a fucking pet?” Their eyes were boring into yours, as they smiled down at you, maliciously. “Good. You should be humiliated. I can see how turned on it makes you. It isn’t normal, freak.”

They let go of your chin, and took a step back, examining you. “Oh my god, is that turning you on now? What can’t I call you? Pervert.” You averted your eyes, unable to stop the blush, the heat, creeping through your body. “Okay, no, I’ll stop. I won’t be too mean.”

With a chuckle, they came back to you, closer. Their voice softened. “I mean, I know you’d like that, but denial is good for you sometimes.” They placed a hand on both of your cheeks, and again, pulled your gaze to theirs. “Hey, come here. Look me in the eyes.”

With that command, you knew what was coming next. Your mind began to grow a little hazy, a little eager to give in to them. “I know, I know, you’re an idiot for me. But you are my idiot. Just a brainwashed, stupid plaything, that I get to toy with, and tease, and talk down to.”

They let go of your face. You didn’t look away from their eyes. “But I have another use for you. Kneel, toy.” Obediently, you lowered yourself before them. Their smile widened. “Good. Blank.” They snapped their fingers. The effect was instantaneous, and powerful.

The trigger hit your submissive brain, sending your thoughts scattering. They laughed. “Good. Time to put you to use.” They said, slipping their trousers, and underwear to the floor. One of their hands moved to the back of your head, pulling you towards their crotch.

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[hypnopum]

“Awh, toy! You are too cute! Ah, ah, ah, shhh…” Your hypnotist pressed their finger to your lips, silencing the words before they began. “Toys don’t talk, do they? No… That’s for humans. People. Toys aren’t people, toys are toys, dummy.” They laughed down at you.

You were blushing. The eyes of the rest of the room were fixed upon you. And your hypnotist was so easy to agree with. Toys didn’t talk, of course not. You just nodded your head. They clapped their hands, excitedly. “Good! Such a good toy. Now, kneel.”

With a speed that even you weren’t expecting, you sank to your knees. “Excellent, okay, and freeze!” They snapped their fingers on that last word, and your body locked in place, on your knees, before them. They turned to the crowd at the edges of the room.

“So, as you see folks, once I’ve got my toy in this headspace, it doesn’t matter that they’re not in trance anymore. They’re still acting on that obedience conditioning that I did earlier, even when they don’t realise it.” They reached down to you, smiling. “Aren’t you, toy?”

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[hypnopum]

“Sit, pet.” You sank to your knees, looking up at your dominant, who smiled, holding up something in their hand. They pressed and- *click*

The sound reverberated through your brain. It danced in your mind. It made you quiver. Hours of brainwashing and association activated.

Pleasure flooded you. You let out a small gasp as it hit, and your dominant laughed. “That’s it, good pet. I love how well trained you’ve become. And it all started with a-” *click* The pleasure was stronger this time. More intense. You stayed kneeling.

But you wanted to squirm, to writhe. They laughed down at you. “Awh, you look so cute like this. All needy just from a-” *click* “That’s all it takes, is” *click* *click* *click*

The consecutive clicks compounded the pleasure, and your resolve broke. You sank to the floor fully.

As you writhed, and squirmed, and humped, your dominant continued to laugh. “Like a bitch in heat, it’s adorable. How helpless you become, from a simple sound. You’re such a good pet for me. I love the associations we’ve made in your brain, toy.”

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[hypnopum]

“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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[hypnopum]

Those eyes shimmered in the half light of the candlelit room. You couldn’t look away. They were your entire world. You felt claws, on your chin, directing you. “Good plaything. Hypnotised, eager, willing. You love this, don’t you?” Their voice was pure desire. You nodded.

With a laugh, the figure settled back on the bed. “Well, I can hardly blame you, you summoned me, and I wanted a little fun tonight. Do a good job, and maybe I’ll keep you. Now, down.” Those claws dragged you to the bed, between their legs. You heard a laugh.

“Thaaaat’s it, mortal.” The demon said, leaning back, as their legs wrapped around your head, pulling you deeper between their thighs, where their sex waited for you. “Let your tongue do what comes naturally.” You began to lick, and suck, hungrily. Needily.

And with each movement of your mouth, the urge to continue flooded your mind. The sweetest of juices landed on your tongue, making you want more. The demon, Sinder, was moaning, soft, and low, as you got lost in the taste of their sex. “Mmmph, yes, keep going.”

You could feel the demon’s claws at the top of your head. Their thighs on either side, and their legs behind, had you trapped. There was only one thing to do… And you had no complaints. With every lick, the only thing you found yourself wanting to do was sink deeper into their sex.

“This is what I love about mortals…” Sinder said. “You always dive head first into things you shouldn’t. This is going to change you, you know? Every lick lets my addictive juices sink deeper into your brain. Rewiring you, remaking you into my oral toy.”

You were half listening, letting their words sink into your open mind. “Awh, I thought you wouldn’t mind… No, you just get to brainwash yourself into my willing slave, a sex toy, for me to use.” They paused, as the pleasure seemingly became a little much for them.

As their moans subsided, they pushed themselves up on the bed, lifting their legs, which in turn, lifted you up, slightly. And with a fluid motion, they pivoted. Your body responded automatically, rolling with them, and found them sat upon your face.

“That’s it, mortal. Let me have all the control. I need to use your body, so your brain doesn’t get to be involved. Let your brain submit to the reprogramming. A demon’s sex is such an enticing thing. I can’t blame you… But if you had doubts, the time for them was an hour ago.”

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[hypnopum]

“All it takes is a snap, toy.” Your hypnotist said, emphasising their words with a snap of their fingers. That single action filled your brain with a hazy fog. It was so hard to think. They giggled at you. “There you go. That’s what I expect, toy. A blank, brainless toy.”

Their hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently, pulling your heavy, sleepy gaze upwards, to them, towering over you. “And that’s exactly what you are, whenever I snap.” They snapped again. It felt like the power had been cut to your brain. Your eyelids drooped more.

“This is how you’re meant to be, toy. Blank, brainless, and mine. Sinking deeper with each snap.” A third snap. Your eyes closed, you were only being held up by their hand, in your hair. They released that hand, and you fell forwards, into them. It felt right.

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[hypnopum]

This was your happy space. Head empty, letting your hypnotist sink their claws into your brain. “You’re better off like this, toy.” They said, as you sat, limb, relaxed, in the chair beneath them. “Trapped in trance, mindless for me. Letting me do all your thinking for you.”

It felt so good. To be blissfully blank for them. “You don’t have to worry here, do you? No, you just relax, and let me take charge.” Their weight, pressed against your legs, was keeping you centred on who was in charge, and it wasn’t you. You didn’t want to be in charge.

“Give up all your willpower, all your responsibility. It feels best when you’re not in control.” They paused, their hands brushing down your bare chest. “When I’m in control. So, sink deeper, toy. Let your brain absorb my presence. My power.”

It felt like your brain was a sponge, soaking in warm water, absorbing their voice, their control. “Let yourself be overwhelmed by me. This is when you’re happiest, isn’t it, toy? Happy, and blank, and brainless. Owned and controlled. Such a good toy for me.”

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[hypnopum]

“You thought you were going to be touching yourself?” Your hypnotist said, laughing at you. “Oh, silly toy. We don’t need your hands to make you feel good.” They leant forwards, eyes boring into yours. “No. All we need is my voice. Shh, my weak, sleepy plaything.”

As they ‘Shh’ed you, your mind began to grow hazy, and foggy. They pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, and drop, and drift.” Your eyes rolled up, and then closed, slipping into trance. “Let my voice encircle you. Flooding your mind. Flooding your body.”

You felt it, as they said it. Their words entering you. “You don’t need to think. You just need to listen, you just need to drop. That’s it… And with every word I say, feel yourself becoming more turned on. More aroused. More desperate.” As they carried on speaking, you let out a gasp.

The arousal was sudden, but undeniable. A want for more. To touch, to be touched. “The flame of your lust being stoked more, and more intensely. Awh, are you a desperate needy toy? You are, aren’t you?” They nodded your head for you, with a single finger beneath your chin.

The agreement just turned you on more. “And now… feel that arousal converging, between your legs. Feel my voice, dancing down there, each word a movement of bliss. Like your pleasure is being drawn out of you. It feels so good, doesn’t it, toy?” Your lips parted. A desperate cry.

“Yes, that’s it, moan for me.” They said, laughing again. “You sound so good like that. Get lost in the sensation of ever-increasing pleasure. You don’t need physical stimulation, when my voice can make you feel like this… Sink deeper.” Your mind was rolling with the sensations.

Every word they said felt like a pulse of pleasure, washing from your extremities to your core. “More turned on. Closer to the edge. Oh, that’s it. You want to cum, don’t you? Maybe I’ll let you. Maybe. It’s up to me. My voice has all the power here, doesn’t it?”

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[hypnopum]

“Did I say you could stop?” Your hypnotist asked, as you sat, quivering, in post orgasm bliss. Your mind took a moment to catch up – they hadn’t told you to stop touching… So… Your body was reacting before you had finished processing the thought.

More touching. More pleasure. Only… This was more intense. “That’s it toy… You’re still under my control, no matter how much your body feels like it can’t take any more. So, keep going.” Your mind was crumbling again, any semblance of thought was dissolving.

The pleasure and their control were intertwining, wrapping around your brain, and crushing it. You let out a soft whimper as the pleasure continued to grow, continued to pulse, and spike. “Awh, what’s wrong?” Your hypnotist cooed down at you, as you writhed.

“Is it too much sensation? Are you feeling overstimulated? Has it begun to hurt yet?” That last question was asked with a… vindictive tone. And it was beginning to hurt. The spikes of pleasure were becoming small brushes of pain. They were laughing as you gasped.

“Good. I want you to hurt for me. To suffer for me. I want you to feel your submission through the sensations that creep through you. Pleasure can be a source of pain, just as surely as impact can, toy. Keep going. You can stop when I tell you, okay?”

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[hypnopum]

“Scrolling is better than sex.” That was what the ad had said. Maybe you shouldn’t have clicked that link. But you were horny, and needy, and so fucking desperate. You just wanted to feel good. You just wanted to find more porn to watch. So, you had clicked.

Now your phone wasn’t responding to you. The pretty pictures, and videos kept on scrolling automatically. Soaking your brain, and body, in all the pleasure and dopamine you could handle. Your hand was moving absent mindedly between your legs.

But cumming wasn’t really on your mind. You were gooning by this point. The only thing you could focus on was the images, the videos. Occasionally, a spiral would cover the screen, and words would fill your ears. Encouraging you to sink deeper. All you could do was obey.

And that was okay. You didn’t want to do anything else. You just wanted to become more braindead, more obsessed, needier, hornier. Why would you stop? You had all the porn you could ever need, right here. That ad was right. Scrolling is better than sex. Of course it is.

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[hypnopum]

Your hands were stuck in a loop, between your legs, touching you, pulling you closer, and closer to the edge, then, right as you were about to cum, your brain would switch off. Then you’d come back up, and need to touch more. “Touch, drop, obey, toy.” Your hypnotist said.

Your hands were drawing pleasure from wells you didn’t know existed. “That’s all you need to do. Is touch, and drop, and obey.” It felt too good to even think about stopping. Not that you could think. “The more you touch, the more you drop, the more obedient you’re being.”

That logic tracked. As much as anything did in your head right now. “So, just keep touching. Get lost in the pleasure for me.” Your eyes rolled up as you reached the edge, your body went limp, and then came back up. Your mind was so hazy… You only knew to touch.

“That’s it… Sink deeper. Drop further.” They sounded so pleased with you. “Touch. Drop. Obey. Such a good toy for me. My obedient little pleasure puppet. Helpless to do anything but sink further into pleasure for me. Because it feels too good to stop. Touch, drop, and obey!”

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[hypnopum]

You felt their teeth at your thigh, biting, sharp pressure, that pushed all the thoughts out of your head. And then they pulled back, leaving you feel drained, and kind of hazy. You felt them lean up, looking at you, and your hypnotist laughed. “That was just one, toy.”

Their fingers trailed over where they had bitten. “Just one hypnotic bite, and look at you, you’re already struggling to hold on. They moved up to your stomach, then your chest, and leant in again. The bite was harder this time, it focussed all your attention on it.

By the time they pulled back, you realised that your thoughts were even more distant, harder to collect. They laughed. “You look so cute like this, chewtoy. A helpless little object I can play with. That was two… One more, and you’ll be completely gone.”

They moved higher up your body, face to face with you, they were grinning, a malevolent grin. Before you could gather your scattered thoughts, they leant down, teeth to your neck. This time it was like a switch had been flipped in your brain, turning your mind off.

Your entire world was focussed on the feeling of their teeth at your neck. And it felt so good. Such an intimate area, being bitten so hungrily. You felt your empty mind being drained away, replaced by their will, their control. You were their chewtoy. Their plaything.

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[hypnopum]

Your hypnotist held back, their hand was raised, the slap that you wanted, that you craved, hovering, inches above your cheek. And nothing came. You let out a whimper, a moan. You wanted that slap, and the fact that you wanted to be hit filled you with a hot embarrassment.

“Awh, am I being mean, toy?” Your hypnotist asked, peering down at you, as you continued to whimper, getting lost in the feelings coursing through your body. They laughed. “No… I’m not. I’m giving you exactly what you need, aren’t I? You’re getting even more turned on.”

You were blushing, your eyes still glued to their hand, and you nodded. That made them laugh again. “You’re such a helpless, needy, obedient slut. You crave this feeling, the dangling sensation, between what you want, and what you crave. You want to be slapped…”

Their hand moved, a tiny amount, and you whimpered again, eager, desperate, needing, wanting that impact. “But you crave denial, of the things you want…” They laughed at you again as your blush deepened. “Really, it’s pathetic, toy. Most people don’t want to be slapped about.”

They leant in. “And even fewer people fantasise about being denied getting slapped about.” They held their position, eyes so close to yours. “But it’s okay. I like pathetic, blank toys. I will slap you, and you’re going to drop from it. Ready? Three, two, one.”

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[hypnopum]

You couldn’t move. The bindings had you held too tightly. You couldn’t see. The blackout lenses blocked all light. And then you had the words of your hypnotist being pumped into your ears, a short loop, focusing on making you more desperate, more aroused, more sensitive.

And with you like this, immobile, blinded, and unable to hear the outside world, their hands were the only thing you could focus on. The only thing you wanted to feel. And they were happy to oblige. Squeezing, rubbing. Your mouth was open, though you couldn’t hear your moans.

You were just being wrapped in the desire for more. It had started out gentle. A light touch here, a nail softly dragging against your skin there. But now their hands were so much rougher. Fondling, and grabbing. Squeezing tight every place you had ever wanted.

And you only wanted it to continue. The touches were delightful. The feeling left you so desperate. Every time their hands left, you only wanted them back. You were their blank, obedient toy. An object to be touched, and used. And it was the only thing you wanted to be.

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[hypnopum]

Your hypnotist looked up from their phone, where they had been looking at their calendar. “Awh, plaything, you look so desperate!” They said, reaching out, cupping your chin with their hand. “I know, you’ve been denied for so long, but hey… You’ve only got one day left!”

As they said that, your chest burned with pride. You had made it. A full year, just one more day to go. “One day, and you’ll be allowed to get off. Isn’t that nice? Won’t that be pleasant?” They met your gaze for a moment, before looking to the side, thinking.

“I mean… If you want to get off, that is. You’ve been denied for so long, it’d be a shame to break that streak, wouldn’t it?” Their gaze snapped back to yours.

“Ye- I- Umm…” Your mind was struggling to think. Their eyes bored into yours, and that made you feel so eager to agree.

They nodded, and their hand, cupping your chin, nodded your head for you. “I agree! It’d be so nice to know you’re being so, so obedient for me…” When they put it like that… It would be nice. “So why not, you can go another month?” It sounded so reasonable. But…

“What’s thirteen months when you’ve done twelve already, huh?” Yeah, you could do thirteen months. Just one more. They shook their head, reconsidering. “Though thirteen’s unlucky. We should do fourteen, to be safe. What do you say, toy?” They were smiling at you.

“Thank you, dominant, for helping me choose.” You were blushing, as their attention flooded your weak, subby brain. What else could you do but agree? You wanted to please them, even if that meant two more months of denial. It was an easy choice to make.

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[hypnopum]

“Oops, got your thoughts!” Your hypnotist said, pulling their hand away from your forehead, holding it clasped shut. They giggled as you blinked up at them, mind suddenly foggy, and hazy. “You didn’t need them anyway. Let me just…” They cast their hand over their shoulder.

You felt your thoughts be thrown away. What had been haziness was now blankness, an empty void of thought. “Awh, you look so cute like that. All empty, and blank. Well, don’t worry, we can fill that brain back up with lots of things!” They placed their hand back on your forehead.

“Obedience!” Their palm pressed harder. Your eyes rolled, and you felt your mind rewiring, you wanted to listen. You wanted to do what you were told. “Arousal!” Another press of their palm. You felt tingles throughout your body. Lust, began, swirling in your brain.

“Adoration!” Your forehead was pushed again, and you blinked, looking up at them… They… Oh they looked so good. Their smile was divine. Their eyes looked like golden pools of light. You… You wanted to do whatever they said. The idea of it turned you on. You had to please them.

They pulled their hand away, still grinning down at you. “There we go! It’s so easy to rebuild your brain, however I desire. Today, I just want you obedient, aroused, and adoring.” They leant down, planting a kiss on your forehead. “And you love it, don’t you?”

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[hypnopum]

Something stirred within you. A desperate want. A need, and as your mind rocketed out of trance, your eyes fixed on the only thing before you. Them. Your hypnotist… You were on them in an instant. You saw a flash of their grin before your teeth were at their neck.

They let out a moan as you bit them, your hands were moving across their body, holding them close. You wanted more. You wanted to hear them scream, and beg, and moan… “Freeze.” One word from them, and the sound of their fingers snapping had you locked in place.

A pleasure drunk laugh fell from their lips as they pulled back away from you. You could still feel the need. Your desire, your wanton lust for them was only growing stronger. Your eyes met theirs, and they laughed again. “Oh, pet. I know. You want me so bad.”

They circled you, one hand brushing across your shoulders, examining you. “But even when you’re this needy, this full of such powerful desire… I control you. Even when you want to use me, so fucking badly… You need my permission. Remember that. Unfreeze.”

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