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Sound on if you're brave. 😈
took a video of how my snaps echo in my very echoey bedroom just to discover that you can’t post a video on a reblog 💔
JUST KIDDING YOU CAN UPLOAD CUSTOM AUDIO FROM THE WEBSITE AHAHAHAHA i haven't used tumblr dot com website before today
Sound on if you're brave. 😈
took a video of how my snaps echo in my very echoey bedroom just to discover that you can’t post a video on a reblog 💔
"say yes" and "nod" while under. that's it. that's the post.
cnc is hot bc its literally romantic. you literally get to plan a surprise party where the surprise is rough sex. there's props and a set. its like playing mermaids. when I say I want to stuff a girl in the back of my car and move her to a secondary location to ruin all her holes I say that I love her and want her to have so much fun. it's literally fun
sorceress who tells you that the amulet she's putting on you is cursed and will slowly erode your free will and turn you into an obedient thrall. And over the course of a few hours, that's exactly what happens, but when you wake up the next day you're not wearing the amulet anymore. It's sitting on your nightstand just. waiting for you. And you feel drawn to it, called to it - a function of the curse, no doubt. But you resist. You don't put it on. You see the sorceress that day and tell her to go fuck herself, but she just smiles.
But it's a long day, and an exhausting one, and when you drag yourself back to your bedroom at long, long last... the amulet's still there. Still calling to you. And you're just so tired... but no. you have to stay strong. You shove the amulet into a drawer and try to sleep. But still you can feel it in your mind, calling out to you. you try to ignore it, but there's just no way you can sleep like this. So you give in. You put it on. And you fall asleep.
A similar charade follows for many days afterwards. Sometimes you make it all the way through the day without giving in before putting it on to sleep. Sometimes you see the sorceress partway through the day, and note the tilt of her smile as she looks at your bare neck, and can't stop yourself from rushing back to clasp it around your throat and ease the dreadful yearning as soon as she's out of sight. Sometimes, on the days where you feel weakest, you put it on right after waking up. But it's not your fault. It's the curse.
And whenever you're already wearing the amulet when you see the sorceress, well... it's obvious what happens then. She usually stops whatever she was otherwise doing to spend the rest of the day with you. She answers questions for you, makes decisions for you, tells you what to do. When nobody else is around she presses you close to a wall and makes you Look at her in that way that makes it hard to think and says things you can never remember. And you know you're slipping deeper under her control. But it's not your fault. It's the curse.
And as you get weaker and weaker, and the days you spend with the amulet wrapped around your mind from dawn til dusk get more and more frequent, she has you do and say and think all kinds of things you would never if you had a choice. Embarrassing things, things you don't want, but that curse makes such a thrill... It just feels so good to do as you're told. because of the curse. That's why you need her approval, her praise, that look in her eye that makes your knees feel weak. It's not your fault. It's the curse.
Months pass, and by then you're her full-time thrall. you put on the amulet when you wake up at the foot of her bed, you wear it while you sit at the foot of her throne, you feel it against your skin when she tells you what you want to do today. it's been so long since you've had a day without it that it's hard to remember why you ever wanted to not wear it in the first place. And that's when she tells you. That's when she explains. The amulet was never cursed. It was never magical at all. She has been playing with your mind, yes, but she hasn't been using magic to do it. There never was any curse. It was always you, all along. That force driving you to become her loving thrall was simply your own desires. Desires you were too caught up in your own self-image to indulge. So all she had to do was convince you that if you submitted, it wasn't your fault. It was the curse.
the waltz requires a dynamic—a leader and a follower.
you only intended to watch, far too nervous in your own skills to participate. you’d already found yourself transfixed as other couples take turns about the room. at the beginning of the song, your eyes twinkled with such clarity.
now, those eyes are a little hazy. you’re getting a little lost in it all.
someone steps to your side and makes idle conversation with such a pleasant voice. commenting on the music, the footsteps, the rhythm, the way skirts and bodies turn round, and round…
they must have been charming, because when the stranger asked for a dance, open hand on offer, you accepted. you wouldn’t normally be willing to put yourself on display, right?
…right?
moving your bodies into the dance’s frame felt so natural for the first time. it melted any reluctance you might have had. even the tension when holding your arms aloft—it’s absent now, as if they’re buoyant in the most comfortable, warm waters…
and like water, you ripple in response to their movement.
when they step forward, you rock back. your body knows how to be led. you sink into steps that are so familiar, you don’t need to think about the steps.
you don’t need to think at all.
you’re drawn forward. you drift a leg to the side, then glide the other to meet it. and again—
back, side, together. one, two, three. forward, side, together. one, two, three.
what’s left of you slips between the cracks of the dance’s cadence. you are not yourself, you are an extension of who chose you, guided without resistance. devoid of it, really. emptied of it.
you’re merely their dancing doll.
one, two, three.
your eyes never find purchase on the audience gathering. your eyes never find purchase on anything in the constant swirl of colors and shapes. all you know are the hands that hold and guide you, the weightlessness of your body, your breaths falling in time—
it’s a shame it’ll all be a blur, but you will be praised.
and they’ll all say you followed beautifully.
dance is hypnotic!!!!!! dance is so hypnotic. the subtleties of communication that become invisible when done perfectly, the rhythmicality of it all, the focus. the intimacy of being guided, confidently and intentionally. letting yourself follow the rhythm and movements.
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There is one command I find the most disarming when hypnotized. It's not kneel. It's not submit or even obey. I love all those but the one that fucks me up more than anything is:
"Smile."
I don't know why but forcing that when I am deep down there in your control. Oof.
it’s “show me you love this” it’s “isn’t this so nice?” it’s “i’m your friend” it’s “you want this, don’t you” it’s “you can trust me” it’s “that wasn’t so hard, now was it” it’s “you’re going to enjoy what’s about to happen to you despite how hard you tried to stop it from happening” it’s “stop pretending like you didn’t want this” it’s “the fight is over” it’s “you can accept you want this now” it’s “i’m making you want this” it’s “you said you didn’t want this but look how much fun you’re having now”
“smile” is good stuff.
Something so hot about that distant, defeated trance face. Empty eyes staring blankly into space, waiting to be commanded, waiting to be manipulated, waiting so patiently to be played with.
"i can do whatever i want to you while you're like this."
"you don't really have a choice, do you?"
"struggle all you want. there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"you're not going anywhere."
"i'll stop when i decide i'm done with you."
and other cnc phrases that make my stomach drop and my clit hard
nobody even wants to do sex nowadays all they want to do is hypnosis and mind control
(flirtatiously) yeah, you can get me as high as you want.
getting high with someone who gets soo sleepy and limp is suchh fun . yeah just sit there all pretty while i use you to make me feel good , alright ?
Vampire that gently hypnotizes you on their lap, watching you relax in their grasp and melt into them, rocking your hips against their thigh and whispering so softly and sweetly into your ear, before gently nibbling on your ear and neck...mmmm...
being put to sleep
• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.
• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...
• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).
• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.
• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...
• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.
• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.
• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.
• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.
• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.
• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.
• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...
• Memory gaps and not knowing what happened while you were sleeping.
this hits so close to home
Yes to all of these for me, please and thank you.
Thinking about a long, very drawn out hypnosis resistance scene. Perhaps in a captive situation, where you're trapped... tied up or in a cell, and over hours or even days I slowly wear you down with promises of how much more comfortable it would be to just drop for me.
And you fight to stay awake but all the while your resistance is being eaten at. Eventually you succumb to my promise of blissful trance, your exhausted mind finally surrenders.
bouncing on it in repentance
