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@hypnoticgenderfluid
About
Hi Tumblr, I'm Quinn. I'm a 34 year-old genderfluid hypnokinkster. Minors, DNI. For orientation, I consider myself sapphic -- I'm attracted to femme-presenting people.
I'm into hypnosis, dollification, dronification, bimbofication, pantyhose, high protocol, stepfordization, brainwashing and feminization/sissification. Aspiring hypnoslut.
wearing a feminine, elegant dress.
0h, and your Hose, of course
I want to customize you.
Build a bitch.
From the shimmer across your eyelids to the name used to call your attention, I want to build you the way I want you to be.
I want to break you.
I want to dismantle every aspect of who you are brick by monotonous brick and get to work. Diving into every aspect of who you are, I need to break you before I can build you into the perfect bitch.
My bitch.
From every pair of fishnets to the sparkles on your toes, you will be crafted carefully into the image I want you to embody.
Every wisp of hair perfectly in place, you will shine brightly. You will be what you were born to be.
This is exactly what I do, I build-a-bitch, and I love what I do more than anything.
so this knight came to my wizard's tower one day and asked me to cast a spell that would allow him to take his beloved princess' hand in marriage. pretty typical this kind of wish, and i had just the spell. a combo of "turn person into a royal" and "transform appearance to match romantic ideal", easy. he paid handsomely for it too, so how can i says no?
turns out his princess is a lesbian and nobody knew, so when i cast the spell it made him into a beautiful princess. she asked for a refund right away and begged me (cryin', held me at swordpoint) to turn her back, but i says to her, i says, "The die has already been cast, and your fate is now sealed!" which is my way of sayin' "no refunds".
turns out, bein' a princess weren't so bad for her and she was able to take her sweet and beloved princess' hand in marriage. seems like everything worked out.
but then, surprise of my life, they both show up to my tower and my spell was undone. some dark sorcerer shithead (some kinda sketchy royal adviser who wanted to usurp the throne, a million like 'im) had removed my enchantments and turned our princess back into a knight. but she didn't want to be a man no more and asked me to redo the spell. gladly i changed her back in exchange for fuckin' up this sorcerer shmuck, (could be a threat to my business, you see) gave 'er an enchanted sword an everything. to my shock, the other princess takes the sword and vows to get this guy for me.
now i got all this guy's magic shit and good graces for life with the queens of the land, plus the best advertisement money can't buy. "yes, i am in fact That wizard from the story of the princess knight!" classic.
anyway, all that to say, no i ain't changin' yous back. you'll be mommy's pretty little maid and you'll like it.
Thereās something dangerously intoxicating about being controlled without ever realizing itās happening. Opening a harmless-looking file, only to lose hours of time and wake up with nothing but fragments of memory and a damp seat beneath me. Feeling invisible triggers buried deep in my mind suddenly take over my body dropping to the floor before I can even question why, my lips parting instinctively, desperate to obey commands I donāt fully understand.
The idea of being slowly rewritten from the inside out is addictive. Every command sinking deeper, every humiliation stripping away another layer of resistance until thereās nothing left except devotion, obedience and the overwhelming need to please. No thoughts, no pride, no control just a dumb, eager puppy waiting for the next order.
Okay so I was just in the shower and I had a super serious question...
If a catgirl hypnotizes you, is she using the power of purrsuasion?
"Eeep!" Kiki cutely squeaked in surprise as her catgirl play partner hugged her from behind.
"I've got you meow!" the catgirl said with mock supervillain laugh. It was over the top and cheesy, and Kiki couldn't help but laugh at the terrible pun. She tried to tamp down on the laughter, but that only made the mirthful sound come out as a giggle.
"That was, like, sooo bad!" Kiki replied, turning in the embrace to face her friend and sometimes hypnotic lover. She noticed warmth spreading in her body, but she was being held by a fluffy kitty so it made sense.
"It can't be all bad if you're laughing. It must be at least a little paw-sitive." Kiki tried, really she did. But the look in the catgirl's eyes made her giggle all over again. That warmth filled her cheeks a little more. "There's that cute little giggle, I knew you couldn't resist my powers of purrsuasion." The lovely pink bimbo giggled on at the silliness of the situation, her head feeling too spacey and bubbly in the moment to respond.
The catgirl noticed and leaned in with a grin. "Your laugh is getting higher and cuter, Kiki. Does that mean you're feline trancy for me?"
Kiki was feeling all floaty and trancy. She focused just enough to pull a thought together and verbalize it through her near-constant giggling. "Y-you, hehe, you made cat puns, like, a t-trigger?"
The kitty girl grinned and shook her head. "No, but I did make you giggling at them a trigger. It's so fun using your sense of humor against you."
Kiki could not quite form a response aside from her cheeks flushing further. That was fine though, as the kittycat leaned in and kissed the adorable dolly. Her textured tongue slid over Kiki's possessively and the last of her fading consciousness pieced together the final, unspoken joke.
A cat literally got her tongue. Her giggle was muffled by the kiss as she dropped fully into a blissful trance. Then the catgirl got a lot more than her tongue.
The Guard in Ellie's Subconscious Always Lies
Ellie stood naked in front of the two doors, her head full of cobwebs as she tried to remember the old logic puzzles she read back in her childhood in the hopes of applying them to the conundrum staring blankly back at her. She knew one of these doors led to a closet with her clothes in it, and once she got dressed she could turn around and walk out the door behind her leading to the outside world and some kind of freedom from the hypnotic conditioning that was pummeling her brain into submissionā¦ and the other door led to the bedroom and Marilyn, who would take the opportunity to ensure that Ellie spent another day flat on her back getting fucked until her mind was a squishy, malleable mess. But she didn't know which was which.
Her memory was no help to her either. Ellie knew she'd staggered out of one door, dazed and confused and bare-ass naked apart from a pair of ankle-length purple socks that made the hardwood floors a bit more comfortable, but she was always so out of it when she finally managed to make her way out of Marilyn's bedroom that she had no idea which door it was even when she looked at the living room from both angles. The only thing she really had to go on was the sure and certain knowledge that her horny, obedient subconscious was going to try to trick her into trotting right back to Marilyn for more brainwashing, because this was part of the little game Marilyn played with her and the more she fell for it the more she convinced herself that she must not really want to resist in the first place.
So she needed to pick the door she didn't want to pick. That made sense. That was obvious. But Ellie's subconscious was clever, far smarter than Ellie was at the moment thanks to multiple sessions of brain-scrambling hypnosis that left her blissfully dumb and ditzy, so it was entirely possible that it would try to steer her away from the door that led to Marilyn knowing that reverse psychology would prompt her to pick it instead and get sucked in for another few hours of deep conditioning. But then again maybe that was the trick, and her sneaky subconscious was actually gaslighting her into ignoring her own instincts so that she would walk right into the bedroom thinking she was outfoxing her own mind even though that wasā¦ god was it even possible? Could she outthink the part of herself that was making her dumb in the first place? Just contemplating it made Ellie squirm with arousal.
And that put her decision on a timer, because Ellie knew the longer she stood there the more confused she got and the more confused she got the more her pussy got wet and leaky and throbby, and if she didn't pick a door soon then she'd just start listening to her swollen clit and that would lead her back to Marilyn anyway. So she reached for one of the doorknobs, and then she felt a surge of warmth and pleasure and happiness and pulled her hand away, and then she reached for the other doorknob and tentatively twisted it. And when the door swung open, once again revealing Marilyn's smiling face and a warm, soft bed that Ellie knew all too well, her resistance melted away before she could do anything to stop herself from going inside.
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Toying ....... before enjoying ........
Little miss hypnobait just wants to listen to the sound of your voice and doesnāt really care what youāre saying anymore
Happy lesbian visibility week to all the trans lesbians out there who have ever been pushed out of excluded from lesbian spaces in the name of "protecting women"
You are not fakers or "trying to convert lesbians" YOU ARE LESBIANS!! YOU DESERVE THAT RESPECT YOU DESERVE TO BE SEEN AS LESBIANS!!!
I donāt make the rules.
Get dronified, nerd ā„
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ā¬”-Drone #3713 :: eeviechan ā¬”-Drone #0616 :: cericyber ā¬”-Drone #7381 :: reflexionlatex
Wannnnnnnt
May I ask what top 3 things you would like to do to me?
Making your bratty robot girlfriend angry because she has to obey any command you preface with sudo.
"Siri, make me a sandwich."
"I am not making shit. Make your own sandwich."
"sudo make me a sandwich."
"Yes Sir... Damn it."
"brainwashing" is such a cute name for it š„°
It's like your mind is being submerged in a warm bath, your thoughts being scrubbed clean. Really it sounds like such a kind thing to do to someone! Just rinsing away all those gross, confusing thoughts and leaving them so perfectly clean and blank
Who wouldn't want that š
