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Pandoras box also contained that pregnant krusty the clown fanfic that zeus wrote but no one is talking about that
So you just put words together then, huh?
every day I go down the list of every god praying that one of them takes my ability to read away
No one was talking about it - and it could have stayed that way.
Can we have some more Mrs. Ruadhan dommy mommy?
I've got a couple of WIPs anon, its coming I promise
On your knees for me, pet.
âȘDoesn't My hypno crop top look so cute on Me?âŹ
Oh how silly of Me. Did I mention I designed this and you can get your own at
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âȘAddicted, obsessed, compelled, whichever word you choose the reality is that I'm already deep in your head. You can't help it, and honestly I don't think you want to. I am blissâŹ
If you know Me, you know I really enjoy finding hypnotic objects and doodads that I feel can be fun to use to guide people down into trance.
I put together some of the fun hypno toys Iâve found over the last few years, and put them in this post so you guys can explore some of them yourselves! I hope you like the ones Iâve shown!
âȘI like making My space calming and a reflection of My interests. Naturally I have a lot of hypno stuff. Here's some of the ways I like to express that in My spaces!âŹ
I enjoy creating spaces that reflect that which I'm passionate about, which means I have a lot of hypnotic stuff around My room...
Action at a Distance
Dawn is loving every goddamn second of this. Sheâs staring at Leoâs crotch with a fascination that borders on the hypnotic, and not necessarily the near side of the border, either; sheâs been put under dozens of times, and sheâs intimately familiar with that drifting, disassociated feeling in her brain whenever she lets herself drift into total fixation on her focus object. When she watches his flushed, twitching, throbbing cock, dribbling surges of warm precum onto his own balls with every new pulse of arousal, she knows sheâs at least lightly entranced by it. But thatâs part of the thrill.
Because while sheâs staring at his cock, she canât really notice the way his nearby fingers continuously make a light, gentle strumming motion in the air like heâs petting an invisible cat. She sees it, and sheâs loosely aware that itâs happening, but sheâs not paying attention to it. She canât, not with his pulsing, drooling shaft capturing so much of her concentration. Itâs only her subconscious that really knows what heâs doing. And her subconscious has already decided to cut her waking mind out of the discussion. Dawn only gets the edited version of this particular conversation, and that directly from her tingling nipples rather than her deep self.
But even though she doesnât know that the post-hypnotic suggestion that Mistress instilled into her brain makes her nipples tighten in unthinking pleasure every time Leo makes that particular gesture, she certainly feels it. It makes her breasts tingle and ache with sensual bliss, throbbing with euphoric sensation that only deepens the erotic trance sheâs drifting into. It makes her more and more eager with every passing moment to continue the stroking motion that her hand and wrist keep performing automatically and instinctively,the one that she is allowed to understand. The one that makes Leo feel like sheâs jacking his hard, horny cock.
She can tell exactly what kind of an effect sheâs having on him. Sheâs attuned to his sighs and whimpers with the kind of focus that only the lightly hypnotized can manage, lost in a rapport so perfect and complete that sheâs no longer sure which aspects of her arousal are her own and which ones are developing in perfect mesmerized sympathy for her lover. All she knows consciously is that the more she strokes Leo, the better she feels. And the better she feels, the harder and faster she wants to stroke. Dawn canât stop now. And she wouldnât want to even if she could.
Her deep self knows the rest of the story. Itâs fully aware that Leo precisely mirrors her suggestions with his own, that heâs every bit as fascinated by the way her dark brown nipples have gathered into stiff buds as she is by his raging erection. Heâs hypnotized by her pale, sensitive tits, and only his subconscious is aware of the stroking motion thatâs turning his cock into a small fountain of precum. He only knows that he wants to keep building her arousal, to make her cum just from the phantom sensation of his fingers on her breasts alone. He wants to hear her whimper. He needs to see her moan. Heâs absolutely fascinated by her right now.
And both of them know, on some level, that their Mistress is watching them both with a voyeuristic hunger that verges on hypnotic in its own way as well. She loves training her very good pets, and she loves the way they love it too. By the time theyâve had a few sessions of this under their belt, theyâll be primed to respond to their new triggers in any situation⊠and Mistress is already quite wet thinking about the implications of that notion. And all the things she can do with her sweet, obedient playthings.
(Like this flash fiction? Want to see more? Visit https://www.patreon.com/Jukebox or drop me a tip at https://ko-fi.com/jukebox if you like my work!)
(Crossposted to my BDSMlr account which Iâm no longer allowed to link to. Itâs not hard to find there, though.)
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This is so fucking wack
You guys really just hate any woman using her sexuality to make money. Youâll consume all her media for free but the moment she wants something in return yâall get spiteful and way outta pocket about it. The whole âbut Snapchat doesnât allow adult content!â is fucking weak because Iâm sure yâall still posting ass and thirst traps constantly.
I donât even know how this alone would be an act of tax fraud, you have no idea what income she reports, but the fact that yâall feel SO strongly about this shit that you try to fuck up peopleâs livelihoods for the laughs is garbage. I hope the next time yâall need any assistance everyone spits in your face.
Itâs been awful on Facebook. Men would go and harass women who do sex work. And start posting edgy memes and saying really disgusting shit. And these are the same ones that are like âI respect all women! Why donât they like me!?â đ
the sites that we use to sell our content TAX US . iâve sent in the tax forms on more than one occasion .
and of course they arenât out there reporting their weed guy to the irs. itâs pure hatred of women
The incel army CANâT report you to the IRS even if they wanted to.
i truly hope that the anxiety and fear those women felt due to these monsters comes back to get them (the men) 10 fold.
Like to charge, reblog to cast.
@instructor144 Maybe help spread this around to put some lovely sex workers at ease?
BOOST. Knowledge is power.
On men who make women into the gatekeepers of sex and kink
My apologies, some of this shit is terribly heteronormative, mostly because lesbians and nonbinary people do not harass women in the way these jackasses do.
I was at an event this summer and I met a creep there. I had met him the previous year as well, but he hadnât really stuck in my mind. I had seen his kind before and I had heard his jokes before: a geek and an eternal bachelor, who makes sophisticated jokes and puns, who contributes to the community with his knowledge and gives a good speech or demo. Over the years, I taught myself to ignore these guys so hard, that I forget what they said. (which is a coping mechanism for abuse btw) But there he was, joking about how I had blanket consent to do anything to him, gawking at my kinky outfit as if I was a porn video and he was in his bedroom by himself.
His jokes were so forward, they made my subby partner uncomfortable, and I started to wonder. So when I was talking to other women, I would just ask: âHave you seen that guy? Has he ever creeped you out?â And the answer was a unanimous yes. He was lecherous and forward to every woman I spoke to. Now, I didnât speak to all the women at the event, of course. Still, that amounts to a lot of women who he creeped out. For perspective, this guy is 60+ and I talked to women between 20 and 40.
As for his behaviour: the guy stayed carefully within the lines, staring without inappropriate touching, being polite and funny, to a certain degree of funny. One woman I spoke to described his creepy behaviour as ânot offensive enough to reportâ, and most of them talked about how he flirted with them even if they had never given him any affection in return, and even after they had told him they were not interested. His excuse was that he was just making pleasant conversation.
In private, one woman (under 30) told me the story of how that man, a few years ago, at a different event, had violated her boundaries. She had told him about that boundary, but he did it anyway. The violation was verbal, something he said, and it happened in a public play area. He was trying to trick her into playing with him again, into topping him. It was reported and handled appropriately at the time. It made me wonder whether he was still as forward with her as he clearly was with all the other women. It made me wonder whether he had started to carefully stay within the lines since that slap on the wrist, and I wondered how many times he had tried to trick other women into topping him.
This man is intelligent and educated; he knows that what heâs doing is wrong. Itâs not just pleasant conversation, he wouldnât act this way towards a man his own age. This is how a man makes us women into the gatekeepers of sexy times, by treating it as a challenge, a series of hoops he needs to jump through, after which he expects to be rewarded. Iâm sure some of you are inclined to snicker at him, because this is the reason he is single. But the rise of incels in our community casts a dark shadow on this behaviour.
We, all of us in this community, are creating an environment where men are allowed to act like this. An environment where men try to badger and trick women into playing with them, where women have to be constantly on their guard, where our inboxes are bombarded with messages asking, pleading, ordering and manipulating us into playing with them. Somehow, we have created this environment where many people deny the existence of sexism, but this shit happens every day, online and at events!
It makes me sick to my stomach. And this is just the glimpse of it that I get as a white woman. If this man in my example was a black man, no one would let him get away with it. If I was a black woman, I would have been called hysterical. Ugh, there are people who will read this and not understand why Iâm making a fuss. It makes me so sick.
And the fact of the matter is, these men who behave like this, they are people who learned this behaviour somewhere. Their experiences throughout life have taught them that this is how to interact with women. And one woman telling them to stop does not deter them. Getting slapped on the wrist does not deter them. They refuse to treat women with respect, and I donât know how to change that.
But I do know that I want to be at and organise events where all participants can feel safe and wanted. And that means that I want men like this to feel unwelcome at those events, to stay away. I cannot change these men into good people, but I can create a space where I, and people like me, can feel safe. That is the extent of my power.
If you organise or contribute to an event, you are partly responsible for the atmosphere and safety at that event. As a presenter, I know that modeling the right behaviour is hard, I will admit to preferring to preface my demos with âthis has all been consented toâ than to do the negotiation in front of the class. But I realise that I have some limited power in making the event safer, by thanking people for behaving appropriately, and opening my filthy mouth to people who behave inappropriately. Because letting it slide just means weâre condoning it.
I just re-read this and realized âwait, I was at that event. I think I know who this guy is.â
Iâve never been to a fetish event but I know with absolute certainty I would be trying to be charming and funny, and I absolutely would end up being this creep.
I used to go to fetish events, then realized as a single submissive guy there wasnât really any point in my attendance other than to be an awkward voyeur on the side, so I stopped going lest I find myself being one of the really creepy/predatory dudes. Woo low self-esteem!Â
IMPORTANT: There are other reasons to go to an erotic hypnosis convention!
You can go to make friends, and to see existing friends that youâve made online! Yes, there is definitely play going on, and itâs easy to fall into the trap of thinking that the purpose of the con is to hook up and do sexy things. But you will have plenty of time to simply hang out with people, get to know them and chat with them about your shared interests, and make friends that will last a lifetime. This is why hypnokink cons are great for people who may be ace or aro as well. If youâre going to the con thinking, âThereâs no purpose in interacting with women if it doesnât lead me to sex,â that is a big part of your problem right there.
You can go to develop your skills! Even if youâre a submissive who never plans to hypnotize anyone, there is a real set of skills that you can learn for being a better subject. You can find plenty of hypnotists who want to help you practice those skills, which will make you better at going into trance and following suggestions and that, in turn, will make you more interesting to a dominant hypnotist! (Itâs important not to treat these practice sessions as covert invitations to make the situation sexual. Learning how to respect boundaries is another very important skill you can go to a con to help develop.)
You can go to build your reputation within the community! I certainly donât want to suggest that thereâs a âmoral dessertâ aspect to this, but at the same time, if you want people to know that youâre a hypnokinky submissive whoâs charming, witty, friendly, respectful and open to a relationship with the right dominant, thereâs no better way to do it than to go to a hypnokink con and be charming, witty, friendly, respectful and unattached. Spend some time volunteering, getting to know people, and being genuinely interested in them as something other than sources of fulfillment for your fetishes, and you will be amazed at how fast you change from âthat dudeâ to â[Scene Name], that really nice guy who spent the whole weekend being really cool to everyone and who [Other Scene Name] really liked being around!â
And eventually, yes. If you go to these things and youâre genuinely interested in making friends and hanging out and learning new stuff and being the kind of person folks want to hang out with, probably someone will say, âHey, would you like toâŠ?â But you canât skip all the steps in between. You canât even take shortcuts. Youâve got to care about other human beings as human beings if you want them to care about you, and socializing without ulterior motives is a big part of that process.
Hypnovember - Day Twelve - Stage
(Possible CNC, possible dubious consent)
âRaise the curtain.â
Agatha paced the floorboards offstage, nervously. The stepped shakily onto center stage. She was trying not to crumple the piece of paper in her hands, but her fingers, her hands, her whole body was shaking. This wasnât working.
It had worked in rehearsals and in previews, but this was opening night... why wasnât it working? âRaise the Curtain,â she whispered to herself, again, more insistently. Nothing happened.
âRaise. The. Curtain.â
She didnât have time to call her roommate, Naomi, who had given her the hypnotic trigger in the first place. The actual curtain was actually going to raise in mere moments and Agatha was actually going to have to actually remember her lines and actually.... act.
Her roommate was out there, probably, just beyond the curtain. This was her idea.
âYouâre an amazing actress.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are! Whenever you read me a story from the newspaper, or one of the plays from our literature assignments, you really make it come alive.â
âThank you. Thatâs very kind, but I get so flustered talking in public. I tried auditioning once, and I was just so pitiful.â
âI have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.â
â...OKâ
âWell, you know Iâm taking a class in hypnosis?â
Agatha blinked. âYes.... no. Come on.... does it actually work??â
âIt does. And itâs actually really good for these kind of things, helping you out of your shell.â
Agatha thought briefly that there was a strange look crossing Naomiâs face when she said that.
âI donât know....â
âCome on.â Naomi gave Agatha one of her crooked smiles. âWhen have I ever steered you wrong?â
Agatha gave a look. âTwo words. Tattoo. Removal.â
Naomi laughed. âOk. Name another time. Besides, college is supposed to be the time you cut loose and experiment. Hereâs a chance to show how talented you are.â
âFine! But no funny business.... no... making me bark like a chicken.â
Naomi smirked. âI promise. I wonât make you bark like a chicken.â
Agatha threw a pillow at her.
But that was it. For that entire weekend, Naomi hypnotized Agatha repeatedly. For Agatha, it seemed like the weekend flew by, and she seemed energized and alive by Monday. Naomi, for her part, also seemed overjoyed, but a little tired.
Still, Agatha felt a brand new sense of confidence: she was participating in classes more, had dumped her pushy boyfriend (what was his name? Derek? Rick? Frederick? Whatever.), and had gone on a wardrobe overhaul with Naomi. They had been spending even more time together, and Naomi was only too happy to donate some of her parentsâ platinum credit limit to Agathaâs sudden interest in ties and bespoke blazers.
Agatha was also so happy to have found herself in rehearsals for a brand new experimental play. It was a mark of how effective the hypnosis had been that she barely remembered auditioning for it.
The play explored interpersonal power dynamics between women, and it was called âLook Into My Eyes.â Each night was a completely different experience, with roles drawn out of a hat from random suggestions. Some nights were extremely risquĂ©, and Agatha always seemed to draw the dominant roles. It wasnât like Agatha to enjoy putting the other cast members in their place on stage. But Naomi had helped her. She said that any time she felt unsure of her role or her place, she could just use the trigger âRaise the Curtain,â and everything would fall into place.
âItâs just a variation on the Stanislasvki method,â She remembered Naomi telling her, âsay that trigger, and your unconscious will make sure that youâre ready for the role thatâs presented to you.â
And it worked. Sheâd say it, and she became the characters she was given. It was as if Agatha was shoved aside, and the character was in her place. And Agatha grew to love the experience.
The first few rehearsals were relatively tame: âhorny woman making the first move,â âexperienced senior teaching virginal sophomore,â and âtherapist/patientâ were some obvious (and clicheâd) suggestions.
Agatha was surprised by how well she took to them. And she hugged Naomi and thanked her after every performance for giving her the confidence.
One night, though, she was given âCEO,â and she remembered the scene ending with her forcing her costar to bend over her desk writing âIâll be a good capitalistic workerâ over and over while Agatha spanked her with a copy of the Wealth of Nations.
Naomi had been there, and said she thought it was unusual but incredibly hot.
Just the night before the opening, Agatha was given âNun/naughty college student at all-girls college,â and before too long had her co-star crawling across the stage on all fours, we Agatha spanked her with a ruler.
But this was tonight. Opening night.
âRaise the Curtain!â Still, nothing. Nothing was happening. Tonightâs role was written on a piece of paper in her hands, but she was too nervous even to look at it.
Finally, she heard a voice- it was Naomiâs voice.
âRaise the Curtain, now.â
Agatha blinked. She suddenly wasnât on a stage. She was in their living room. Naomi was sitting in a chair, looking at Agatha with a look of trepidation.
Agatha looked around, and the memories shifted back to her, of Spring Break, and Naomi and her enjoying role after role in their apartment staycation.
She looked at Naomi again. Naomi was tied to her chair with ropes. Agatha was somehow sure she had tied them, but could barely remember that. There was a pile of plays on the coffee table, and an assortment of sex toys and flogging equipment, including a nunâs habit, as well as a pocket watch and some flashing lights, scattered around the room.
There was a pause. Naomi glanced down at the paper in Agathaâs hand.
Agatha looked down and read it.
âHypnotist,â it said.
Agatha felt a surge pass through her.
âReally.â She said more than asked. She could see Naomiâs breathing and pulse quicken.
Agatha rolled up her sleeves, and grabbed the pocket watch. âWell, then,â she said, âletâs find out whatâs been really going on. And what roles you can play.â
Naomi moaned contentedly, as she felt her mind slip away, and Agatha took another turn on the main stage.
Pro-tip: Hypnosis techniques that include finger snaps can be perverted and supercharged by instead tapping your clit. For example, setting snaps as a trigger to come up and instantly go back down, then making the tapping of your clit an even more powerful version. Once thatâs established, the fucking tease torment of a repeated, tap-tap-tap-tap-tap of a cock against your clit will also be mercilessly fractionating, sending you swirling down until thereâs nothing left but a pliant fuckdoll.
Ooooh!
Ok but now I can't get the image out of my head of just booping the clit
~HA
I wanna b trained and brainwashed so much that I forget how to speak
Thatâs not so difficult as my good girls know. You can even have a trigger that when you suck a lollipop you forget how to speak. What a pity youâre not serious
See like it was said in the post before, when we girls post something we usually have a certain person in mind. This isnât a âI want the thousands of my followers to volunteer and fuck meâ post. Iâm not âseriousâ because youâre not mentioned nor invited. For the love of Hylia just mind your business it ainât that deep
Fine. Happy to. But if you post in public dont be surprised that you get reponses in public.
And maybe put âownedâ or âtakenâ on your blog so people can know and not offend you with replies
op is hornyposting but mad when ppl reciprocate w more hornyposting
I will at this point direct folks back to the statement I made a couple of weeks ago on this topic:
âCalling oneself a submissive is not consent. Being into the same kinks you are is not consent. Not being currently owned is not consent. Even explicitly saying, âGod, I am horny as fuck and really want to be dominatedâ is not consent, although it is certainly an indication that respectfully expressing an interest in negotiating consent might be very well received. The only thing that is consent is a clear, unambiguous, enthusiastic expression of non-hypothetical interest in doing kinky shit with you specifically.
If they didnât say that, if they didnât do that, if they didnât clearly and directly express that, then you donât have consent and you should not be acting sexual to that person. Not because it drives women out of the scene, not because we canât have as much fun when submissives donât feel safe, but because women have an inherent right to be treated with respect and basic decency and they should get to enjoy their kink on their own terms without constantly having to fend off assholes. I really donât think this is or should be a controversial stance.
Consent, motherfuckers. Please.â
I will add further to that statement that no, women should not have to put âownedâ or âtakenâ into their profile, because being the property of another man is far from the only reason why they would not necessarily welcome a smug insinuation that the only reason why they wouldnât do something sexual with you is that they donât really enjoy the thing they just very literally said they enjoyed, and a woman should not have to deflect unwelcome attentions by explaining that another man has claimed exclusive rights to their bodily autonomy.
Think of it this way. Would you think this shit was weird in any other context? âI really like pizza.â âWell, I make an excellent pizza, I could even show up at your house unexpectedly and make one and shove it into your mouth. What a pity youâre not serious.â âI love motorcycles.â âIâm heading to Sturgis tomorrow for a three-day rally. What a pity youâre not serious.â It would be taken as incredibly intrusive to assume that interest in a hobby automatically meant an interest in sharing that hobby with you right now in a very intense way, but for some reason any woman who talks about kink is fucking assumed to be asking to be dominated right that second or else theyâre lying.
Just⊠donât do that.
THANK YOU
Reblogging to support jukeboxâs message above. That was a bunch of creeps and iâm glad someone said something.
Ways the hypno community on tumblr could be improved:
Stop reposting gifs and art without sources
Tag gifs appropriately with proper warnings
Content warnings for files and inductions
Eliminate underage content/child character content
Donât steal peopleâs selfies to put gross captions or roleplay on them wtf
Stop. Fetishizing trans people
Respect doms and subs and consent
Donât caption other peopleâs work to capitalize off of it (âmsg me if you want to look like the guy in this video I didnât makeâ)
Pay sex workers
Stop being fatphobic
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I canât believe this has to be saidâŠ
For a long-ass time, Iâve been a fan of D/S and hypnotism. With those kinks comes a large power split between dom and sub. I personally am a straight guy dom who has a straight girl sub. Iâm completely fine with having substantial power over my female partner.
But for the love of Christ, can you stop talking about eradicating feminism?! Like how fucking stupid do you need to be to think that a âmen are superior to womanâ or that âwomen live only to serveâ? We are all goddamn equal in worth, respect, and dignity. If a woman wants to submit to a man, thatâs her right; but you donât get to pull this pro-patriarchy bullshit. Feminism is about fighting for equality between the sexes and respect a womanâs decisions that sheâs made.
So all you Menâs Rights Activists and supporters this misogynistic shit, you all can swear off. Youâre not welcome here, youâre not welcome on Tumblr, youâre not welcome in society. Any place that has even the slightest shread of dignity will disown you.
Go to hell assholes.
Sincerely,
Proud feminist male.
Could not have worded it better myself
I donât post about these things much anymore, and some of the shine has gone off, but some sort of patriarchy things definitely get me off.
But to be clear: women are mens equals and feminism has been a tremendous force for good. If you disagree fuck off.
Occasional hot play is not real life and Iâd prefer my followers donât confuse the two.
I have to agree here. Feminism means women get to choose to be submissive bimbo fuck toys.
Its a privilege to have anyone choose to submit to you. Not your right, but theirs. And they are fully able to take it away.
