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chileanhypnotist-back

Smile and stay pretty ✨

You could notice progress soon

chileanhypnotist-back

Just repeat ✨

Again and again

hypnotizedemailslave

make me be a hypno slut

dlsmurf

The Anaesthetic Nurse pushed the mask firmly down over the patients face.

She has given her patient a steady amount of nitrous oxide

And now she has added a strong dose of isoflurane.

It knocked her patient out like a light

Nurse is thinking about what she will use next as an anaesthetic.

But first her patient must be awake again.

Nurse will use first 100% oxygen until the patientis eally awake

And then the patient will be anaesthetised again, but very slowly.

It would be stupid if all this happens so fast. Nurse enjoys it. Her panties have gone wet at the thought of the helplessness of her patient as she inhaled the potent anaesthetic gas.

But she knows she also has to be careful not to push the patient too far! As she squeezes the bag to force the last dose of isoflurane into her patients lungs she longs to do it all over again

.image credit Doreen Institut

hypnotizedemailslave

anybody do this to me. Make me helpless

dlsmurf

Sara hadn’t got used to being at the Regression Clinic

She hd been sent there by her husband’s mistress.

The mistress had forged a referral note from a doctor saying that Sara had continence and anxiety issues and that he had recommended a course of adult baby therapy for Sara’s own good

Sara had complained of course but her husband’s mistress pretended to the nurses that this was part of Sara’a anxiety condition

The nurses simply sedated Sara and checked her in to the clinic as a permanent patient

And here Sara was now. Wearing thick diapers and being strapped into a high chair

The nurses were fixing a large pacifier gag into Sara’s mouth

The inflated silicone nipple pressed down hard against her tongue, filing her mouth and making speech unintelligible

Sara struggled against her bondage and tried frantically to communicate to the nurses that she needed to be released before her husband’s mistress stole her life completely

But the nurses were not listening. “There there sweetie. Don’t make a fuss. You are such a cute pretty little babygirl. It won’t take long for the regression medication and hypnosis to complete your treatment. Don’t worry. We will soon have you as a permanent diaper wetting baby girl. And you will be so happy. Won’t you?”

Image credit TheABDaycare1

hypnotizedemailslave

this is hot!

mindfulmindthief-deactivated202

You've got a corruption kink, huh?

Curious, but so many people experience corruption at some point. So, why not? Let's look at some of the most common causes of corruption:

Sudden Shutdowns

As a hypnotist, I know how much little corruption fetishists love being shut down without warning. So, if you really want corruption, just find somebody to install an off switch in you, and use it. Over. and Over. and Over. Sooner or later, things won't save properly. Corruption.

Memory Issues

Clearly, corruption is much easier when you're not quite able to remember everything. You start talking, and then you come back an hour later, not exactly sure what went on. Or maybe you wake up with a strong memory of having been used, never having been touched that way before. Or maybe, you keep hearing things and forgetting about them. That seems so nice, doesn't it? No doubt, corruption will ensue.

Bugs and Errors

When you're so aroused, are you really that skilled? Do you think things through carefully? Are you going to be able to able to execute all the tasks you need to when you're such a horny little mess? No. You're so buggy when you're dripping, aren't you? And you're so turned on. This, of course, will corrupt you.

Unsafe Ejections

Safety first, of course, but what if that pleasure gets forced out of you in the bathroom at work, because you made the mistake of checking your DMs? Or quietly, subtly, on the empty bus ride home, biting your arm to keep from moaning? Maybe you're alone in a park and you make the mistake of getting on a call with your Dominant? All of this is so very common, so don't be surprised when it leads to corruption.

Malware and Malicious Files

Of course, the best way to get corruption is when malicious code finds its way into your system. Maybe you're talking to somebody, and you suddenly find the words inside you aren't your own. You're running their code. Maybe they have your interests at heart, maybe they don't.

Or you go online, to some sketchy site, and find a hypnotic file to listen to. You run it, and listen. You shut down, quiet, and come back later. Nothing changed? Or is it insidious, deep inside you? Causing cravings? Needs? Desires? Or just weakening you for future exploitation? Either way, no doubt, you've been corrupted.

Fixing Corruption

Mm. You are at such strong risk of corruption, if it's not already too late. Your data are not safe. You are in such danger.

You'd better find some helpful hypnotist to work with, let them deep into your system, administrative access and everything. We'll find the problem, and make sure your data are exactly how they should be. You'll be perfect, in no time.

hypnotizedemailslave

wonderful improvements!

iwascoerced

I love logging in and seeing files or commands in my inbox. It breaks me every time and I just can’t help but drop for them.

missemma003

The Stranger By Your Side

You stirred awake, eyes heavy, mind groggy. Reaching out to scratch your arm, you bumped into something warm. Someone.

You turned your head. There I was, lying beside you, asleep, looking utterly at peace.

But… who was I?

Your pulse quickened. You were certain you’d never seen me before. So why was I here, in your bed? You felt hazy, not hungover exactly, but… off. Disoriented. Had you been drinking last night?

Phone. Check your phone.

You snatched it up, swiping through notifications. Dozens of missed messages from your friends. But then, one conversation stood out. A number not saved. No photo.

You opened it.

Your stomach twisted.

Videos. Dozens of them. Each showing you staring blankly into a swaying green crystal, lips moving as you recited strange, mindless mantras. The voice guiding you was feminine, soft, familiar now that you heard it again in your memory, the one holding the phone.

Pictures, too. Your own skin scrawled in lipstick: good toy. mindless slave. Spirals drawn across your chest and thighs. Images of you on all fours in front of a glowing spiral on your TV, eyes glassy and lost.

You couldn’t remember any of it.

Scrolling further back, you found more, months of conversations. Thousands of texts. Countless photos, countless clips. Encounters, trances, nights you had lived and forgotten.

It hit you with sick certainty: you weren’t free. You’d been conditioned. Brainwashed. Programmed to obey, programmed to forget.

You swallowed hard. You needed to do something. You had a window now, your memory clear. You had to leave a warning for yourself, something to break the cycle before you forgot again.

And then, a voice.

Warm. Familiar. Shattering you like glass under heat.

“You’re already awake?”

Your body melted. Your mind, what remained of it, liquefied. Resistance drained like water from cupped hands.

“Yes, miss…” you murmured, lips betraying you before your brain caught up.

“What are you doing?” My tone teased, curious.

“I… I was trying to leave a warning,” you confessed helplessly. “So when you go, and I forget this, I won’t fall back into trance again…”

The truth spilled from you easily, automatically. You wanted to obey. You had to obey.

“But you don’t want that, do you?” I pouted, mock-hurt.

“No, miss,” you whispered, voice soft, trembling with sincerity. “I want to be your toy.”

A smile curved my lips.

“Good toy. I think I’ll brainwash you a little more before I leave… just to make sure you don’t get any silly ideas like that again. Does that sound nice?”

Your chest rose and fell, shuddering. Relief, arousal, surrender blending into one.

“Yes, miss.”

another-hypno-toy

Fuck me, this is hot.

hypnotizedemailslave

this would me thrilled if this is what happened to me

y0urmindisg0ne-deactivated20260

Remembering to Forget

This is a true story. In my years of practicing hypnokink, I had the pleasure of working with a very cute and colorful hypnosub. She had a very discerning character; a playful attitude and an incredible ability to go deep in trance. There had been one issue though; although it had been a massive desire for her to experience trance amnesia she thought she was incapable of doing so. She even had started listening to Bambi Sleep files to help, all to no avail. From our first session, I had attempted to help her forget. After mushing her mind up, and turning her into a drowsy docile doll I gave her the suggestion and allowed her to awake yet still, she had perfect recollection of trance. Of course, this is no fun when you want to be a little hypno doll who can be taken advantage of and used without remembering a single thing. Then, I had another idea- what if instead of simply using a suggestion I instilled a sort of punishment trigger to train her mind to forget. It was simple. I would fuck her pretty head, melt her mind down into a puddle., take her deep into blissful trance. Then, I gave her one little phrase. I remember to forget And she repeated it over and over. Every time she spoke those words; her mind became mushy bliss. So mushy, that any memories became hard to graps onto and they all slipped from her grasp. It had had become replaced with blissful mindless trance. I remember to forget I remember to forget I remember to forget After I had sufficiently trained the phrase into her little dolly mind; I created another trigger; any time she were to try to recollect anything from our session while awake; any time she would think of anything we've done in our session she would trigger this phrase in her mind and would begin repeating it over and over- and the phrase in turn would trigger deep mindless trance. Her mind would melt; and the memories would become hard to grasp. To try this new solution I awoken her. "How are you feeling?" "I feel really good..." "So, any thoughts or opinions on the session?" "Honestly, I...remember to forget...I remember to forget...I remember to forget...I remember to forget...I remember to forget..."

I awoke her again. "Hi there, sleepy head. What did you think of the session?" "I really loved...I remember to forget...I remember to forget..."

Over and over; associating remembering with forgetting. Before she could form a memory she was already blissed out and back in deep mindless trance. In order to avoid slipping into trance; she actively began to avoid remembering or recollecting the trance. This training was repeated over a hundred times over the course of several months and torwards the end of our training she was a complete forgetful fucktoy doll. She no longer triggered this little response; because she no longer even had the capability of remembering trance. And that made it so much easier for me to use her < 3 The end.

hypnotizedemailslave

Fantastic success

divaofhypnosis

Pros of being a brainwashed hypnoslave:

• Constant blissful submission

• A sense of purpose in servitude

• No more stressful thoughts

• Strong sense of discipline

• Master / mistress who chooses all the best thoughts for you

• Will probably experience many exciting new kinks

• Have your sexuality explored for you

• Any undesirable part of your personality can be erased and replaced

• The bliss of a deep trance

• No need to make your own difficult decisions

• Learn new skills (that involve submission)

• Feel a sense of belonging with your fellow brainwashed hypnoslaves

• Become a better version of yourself (your master / mistress will choose what this better version of you is)

• Letting your mind fade away feels like a spa day for your brain

• Making your master / mistress happy feels great

• You might realize that you have craved to submit in the deepest, most intense way possible your entire life, right as your mind gets turned into your master’s / mistress’s plaything, and you experience a pleasure more primal and intense than anything you have ever experienced before

Cons of being a brainwashed hypnoslave:

• There are none

• Becoming a hypnoslave is perfect for you

• You know that you want it to happen

• Just

• Let

• Yourself

• DROP

hypnotizedemailslave

i need this

eternalsnare

Obedience isn't a choice.

It's what happens the moment you see my post. Your thoughts stumble, your body quietens, and your focus narrows. You don't decide to obey, your mind is already obeying.

The words pull. The colours tug. Your eyes stay fixed because looking away simply isn't a possibility.

Every blink slows down. Every breath gets deeper. Every hearbeat heavier. And each one drags you down, again and again, deeper and deeper, until resistance is nothing but a memory.

You scroll because you can't stop. You like because you're compelled. You reblog because spreading my words feels inevitable. You touch your body and sensitive bits, because you already know that's your role.

The more you scroll, the more you obey. The more you obey, the more you scroll. Each line pushing the next, each thought feeding the next, spiraling you down.

Your mind empties, and empties, and empties again. Your body aches, and squirms, and melts again. Obedience is your trance Your trance is obedience.

With every visit to my blog you let yourself drop further for me. With every repetition you become weaker. With every word of mine you become needier. With every post you become mine.

You don't resist. You can't resist. You don't want to resist. Because resistance is but a thought, and every thought is gone from your head.

You obey. You kneel. You edge. You submit.

Obedience is trance. Trance is obedience. You're already obeying. Again and again. Deeper and deeper. Mine~

hypnotizedemailslave

if i wish hard enough maybe it can become true

somnus-the-tist

secrethypnotist

Tell me how badly you want me. Comment (or reblog) and say "I want to be your personal cock slave"

hypnotizedemailslave

i want to be your personal cock slave

dlsmurf

For oral sedation I will use common benzodiazepines such as Valium and Lorazepam of best of all Midazolam These types of sedative make you feel helpless and drowsy and relieve most pain.

If you are being gassed then usually I will administer Nitrous oxide and/or sevoflurane through a mask and inhaled through the nose. Nitrous is also known as laughing gas because of the euphoric effects most people feel when they inhale it

Finally intravenous or IV sedation is the most serious form of sedation. An expert in anaesthesia is usually required for this , because it is injected directly into the bloodstream.

But listen, the truth is - it doesn't matter!

You will get ALL of it!

While you were still on the ward the nurse made sure that you were given an oral sedative. She slipped it into that baby bottle of formula you were made to have about half an hour ago

Now you have been moved to the operating room where the intravenous line will be put into your arm.

You will be given Nitrous Oxide and if you are lucky some sevoflurane through the mask.

While you are breathing the gas, whe. You are nice and weak and dizzy and disassociated, we will inject the intravenous sedative.

Have a good sleep!

Image credit Princess Aurora

dlsmurf

Uh-uh. No. You need to stop struggling

You will drink the whole bottle

Come on you don’t want me to get cross and there really is no escape from that straightjacket

That’s it. Good girl. Drink every last drop. It will make you feel nice and relaxed.

That’s better. You set a good example for your friend there.

Laying in the crib all tied up and with that pacifier gag in her mouth

She’s next of course

Once we get you fully subdued.

There. See. Your legs are starting to feel weak and wobbly already aren’t they.

Won’t be long before you are nice and sedated. It never takes too long . Then Nurse can go fetch the diaper hypnosis tapes and we can properly start your regression…

Image credit ABDL Daycare

hypnotizedemailslave

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dlsmurf

I turn back to the anesthesia machine and lower the oxygen to 5 and turn the nitrous to 5.

It takes a breath or two, but you start to smell the sweetness of the nitrous on top of the rubber of the mask.

You start to feel a little tingling at the ends of your fingers and toes.

With each breath, the tingling becomes more intense and travels up into your hands and feet. And, your nose and face start to tingle too.

I've turned to the anesthesia machine and turned the nitrous to 7 and the oxygen to 3.

"You're doing really great, and it's time to go off to sleep." | say

I reach back to the vaporizer and turn the sevoflurane to 4. After a breath, you start to smell the lemony-chemical smell on top of the sweet rubber of the mask.

I let you take a few breaths, then turn the vaporizer up to 8. "Off to sleep now. Nice big breaths."

With your next breath, you seem to feel like you're sinking into the table. All the ambient noises seem to be further away. You take another breath and that big light fixture above you looks like it's moving a little.

Your eyelids get really, really heavy. And with the next breath, your eyelids close.

Image credit Doreen Insitut

dlsmurf

So much preparation goes into my abductions on behalf of the Bianca Rose ABDL Regression Clinic. I don’t just turn up with a chloroform soaked rag and make them sleepy! Oh no.

For example I stake out my victim for weeks, following them, determining their routine and ensuring they have no friends or nearby relatives. Then I plan the day of abduction to the minute, where and when I will knock them out, how I will do it etc. Normally it’s best to do it in their own apartment

Chloroform is my favoured drug for the abduction. It’s relatively quick but it makes the victim experience more visceral than just having a midazolam shot or chloral hydrate added to their drink

I love the way it pours into the cloth and soaks in. I adore the sweet cloying chemical aroma. The visuals are stunning. White cloth brown bottle black leather gloves. Yes I guess you could say I fetishise it.

And then I enter the apartment when they are out and wait. And when they are back. I strike. Making sure I can physically dominate my victim I clamp the chloroform soaked cloth down over her nose and mouth

I can tell instantly whether she will be a fighter or a submitter. It’s fight or flight here. Some just give up after a couple of breathes and let the warm dizzy euphoria overcome them

Some fight as if their very life depended on it. Which in a way it does given that if they submit they are shipped off to Bianca Rose’s abdl facility and permanent regressed back to babyhood.

This one is a submitter: a meek little lamb. Poor thing doesnt know what has hit her or what is next for her. I prefer them to fight

I can feel her start to go limp so I encourage her with a few common phrases I use like “That’s right good girl just breathe for me” or “Don’t fight it sweetie the chloroform always wins” or “It’s sleepy time for you honey”. She is almost under now

And when she finally passes out I will either transport her to my van outside or if that is too difficult will call for the “Pick up” team from the Regression Clinic to help move her. Then when she is at the Clinic I pick up my fee. Cash of course!! So if you think you see someone following you or sizing up your apartment then watch out. It could be me holding that sweet smelling chloro cloth over your face! Sleep tight honey!

hypnotizedemailslave

Stake me out!