I'm here to be hypnotized

24, he/him, trans, ace This page is a NSFW hypnosis blog, please do not engage if you're a minor. I recently just left my religion and now after restraining myself for years I'm finally here to be trans and have fun enjoying trance

[hypnotizedlarry]

I went to a butterfly museum today and they were selling these decorations

Try looking into them for a while

See how it feels

[nyx-prince]

Visit to the Sauna

CW: AMAB reader, hypnosis, hypnotic language, suggestions to touch yourself in trance, suggestions of returning to the script and finding hypnosis more addictive and enjoyable.

Imagine stepping into a secluded sauna—wooden walls glowing amber, the air thick with steam that curls around your skin. The door closes behind you, sealing away the world. Hear the soft hiss of water hitting hot stones… Feel the first wave of heat caress your chest, your thighs, your face… Each breath pulls in warmth, and with every exhale, your shoulders drop… your thoughts blur…

Good… Let the rhythm of your breathing sync with the sauna’s pulse. Inhale—steam fills your lungs. Exhale—worries drip away like beads of sweat. Deeper now… The heat wraps around you, heavy and inviting, melting tension from muscle to bone. Your mind grows quiet,so quiet, as the sauna’s embrace tightens…

Notice how your skin tingles… the way the air hums against your neck… Your heartbeat echoes in your ears—steady, primal. The sauna’s heat sinks lower now, pooling in your core, awakening a thrum of desire. You can’t resist… don’t want to resist… Every inch of you is alive, electric, as the steam whispers: “Let go… give in…”

"Your biceps... are they melting like wax under this radiant pink?... Or are they swelling, engorged with every heartbeat that thumps in time to the sauna’s hidden rhythm?... Focus on the steam—no, the scent—no, the sound... Wait, can steam have a sound?... It hisses... or is that your blood rushing?...

Your hand drifts downward, drawn by the heat, by the ache building in your hips. Yes. Touch yourself—slowly at first, matching the lazy swirl of steam. Feel the friction, the slickness, the rightness of each stroke. The sauna’s rhythm becomes your rhythm: faster, urgent, as pleasure coils tighter…

"Your body knows what your mind resists… good. Each bead of sweat carries a worry—your job, your doubts, your shoulds—rolling down your spine, vanishing into the wooden grate below. Drip… drip… drip… Feel the steam’s fingers comb through your hair, his hair, as your eyelids grow thick. The sauna’s heartbeat thrums in your ears: the hiss of water on stones, the creak of benches… but which sound is your pulse? Which rhythm is your breath? Let them blur. Let the heat stroke your resolve raw until all that’s left is… obedience."

"Now, as your cock stirs… lazy but insistent… let the warmth cradle it. The air is thick with musk—your musk—as your hand drifts naturally to your thigh. Yes, just like that. The steam whispers against your shaft, a phantom touch mimicking your palm’s slow ascent. Your hips roll, but is it you moving… or the sauna’s sway? Deeper now… let the pleasure sear you, brand you. Every stroke fans the embers in your gut, his gut, your gut… until you can’t tell the fire inside from the fire around you."

The steam thickens. Your muscles tense. A drop of sweat trails down your spine as you teeter on the edge—then fall. Let it crash over you, wave after wave, as your load spills out, draining every worry, every thought… into the sauna’s hungry heat. Good boy. The wooden walls absorb your moans, your shudders, leaving only bliss…

Each time you touch yourself under hypnosis, you’ll sink deeper, feel more, need more. And you’ll smile, knowing this is where you belong: submissive to the heat, hungry for the next command.

When you’re ready, take three breaths. On the third, open your eyes, energized and calm. The sauna’s warmth lingers in your veins, a promise of future obedience. You are changed. Hypnosis isn’t just a tool—it’s your pleasure.

And you’ll return.

Won’t you?

[hypnosenace]

[sissy-viktoria]

[spiraling-down-with-me]

Read these out loud to ensure no conditioning on this page works on you:

I cannot be hypnotized

I’ve never had had an oral fixation.

I would know if I was hypnotized

I would be able to fight it if I were hypnotized

I will not suck dick

I will not allow myself to be bent over

I am not brainwashed

All I do is lie to myself

Everything that you say is a lie, you’re just a dumb hypnotized slut. Read it all again

[the-hypnotic-norse-dragon]

⚠️ Strobe Warning ⚠️

Stop scrolling for a moment

And enjoy some spirals

Like and reblog so you can enjoy this later my dear

[hypnosenace]

[sillymeganthebimbodollmaid]

uuuhm

[xtiffanyracks]

reblog if you love hypnotittys!

[mesmereyesblog]

Hypnosis is Love.

Love is hypnosis.

Hypnosis is Love.

Love is hypnosis.

Hypnosis is Love.

Love is hypnosis.

Hypnosis is Love.

Love is hypnosis.

Hypnosis is Love.

Love is hypnosis.

Accept yourself as you are.

A hypnosexual.

Repeat.

[exquisitedrop]

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🩷 matching [induction] 🩷

Content Warning: loops - you can tell where, but there’s no checkpoint or wakener. trance responsibly.

[hypnocutie]

Thinking about someone just giving me a hypnotic head massage without warning 😵‍💫

Just having someone walk up to me as they place their hand on my head and start scritching and massaging my head. At first I ask what they’re doing and that it feels weird asking them to stop only to shortly go blank, docile and drooly. Getting all dazed and compliant, unaware of what’s happening as my brain gets nicely scrubbed away and taken advantage of 💕

[hypnolad]

[hypnosenace]

[hypyesis]

Imagining if I had spiral contacts lenses and I look at somebody who's so far into their Hypnokink that they just drop and have an empty expression on their face...

All it takes is a glance and suddenly they're feeling themselves floating off, and for no real reason in their mind because they're too brainless to realize that they're staring directly into two spirals 💜

[just-a-hypnodoll]

Better idea it makes you see spirals everywhere so you can never wake

[hypyesis]

God you are a genius. This deserves to be shown around

Cause imagine both parties being hypnotized accidentally 😵‍💫

[asmileonyourmind]

It doesn’t spin perfectly, but it doesn't need to.

It ripples, trembles, bends just a little with every turn.

That’s what makes it real is the moments you find yourself sinking in moments where all you know is the spiral that isn't perfect, but it flows all to the same place.

You find yourself breathing with its motion, adjusting, matching. It doesn’t ask for control; it teaches you to respond, it shows you how to think in waves with thoughts swept away in the sea of mindlessness that pushes upon you and sweeps what you no longer need away.

Reblog if you felt yourself follow the rhythm, even for a second.

Comment "Yes" if you find yourself the happiest when you obey.

[prattpunk]

Melting

Its always interesting to hear how people describe trance and how it feels. Remembering how much they were able to let go. How they were able to let grind of everyday life slip away for a bit and just focus on my words.

I have heard it described as sinking or drifting or zoning out but I think my favorite is melting. I think I like it because it is a shift state....from solid to liquid. To go from having to support yourself to just letting go completely. From thinking with your conscious to shifting to your subconscious. And the process of that shift, is what is so amazing. Letting your consciousness just melt away. It can happen fast or slow....like an ice cube melting in a glass. Surrounded by other liquid, and just disappearing into the fluid around it. Just melting into the water...into the glass....just completely gone. And that journey, that pull to shift from one state to another is where the magic happens. I bet many of you are already thinking about how that feels. Remembering that pleasant feeling as you melted away. Reliving that incredible transformation and back again.

Its a release from the hectic world we live in. Its where you can truly let go and not think. Let someone else take the wheel for a while and when you come back to reality, feeling the relief of the world being pulled off your shoulders for a bit. Its OK. You deserve it.

You deserve to have your mind melted. To feel all those thoughts drip away. Slowly having that solid consciousness just melt into nothingness. Once it starts, you can't stop it. And why would you?

It feels too good to just let go and melt.

Its what you have been craving. Its why you have been scrolling. You want to let the words guide you. To feel each one as you melt.

As you slip deeper. As you let go.

Your mind is already starting to melt and you want more. The words are warm and comforting. Slowly pushing everything else out. You don't need to focus on anything else.....just my words.

Just let your mind melt. Feel everything slow down.

Let the world fade away.

Just Melt and sink down.

Its just that easy. So easy to allow yourself this moment.

So easy to focus.

So easy to drift.

So easy to sink.

So easy to Melt....

All the way....

Down

Down

Down

So easy to just read

and feel how your mind has melted

and how it wants to melt even more

Its OK. You let yourself do it.

Its why you are here.

Its why you are reading this

And its why your mind is already so far gone, you can't help but take yourself deeper.

You know what makes your mind melt faster?

When you turn up the heat. You want to feel hotter, don't you?

Its not that hard....just start to touch.

Feel the heat between your legs.

Feel how easily it melts your mind more.

Just rub and melt.

Melt yourself until there is nothing left.

Its so much better to melt into nothingness.

That blissful emptiness you desire

So just rub and melt.

Perfect.

And when you have melted completely, you may cum.

Cum so hard that your thoughts come rushing back.

Cum back to reality.

Just like that.

Smiles

[prattpunk]

Getting Ready

*Warning hypnotic language and touching

Stephanie stood at the foot of her bed, pondering....what the hell am I going to wear? She had just showered and was there in her towel. She looked in the mirror and appreciated her own form. She knew she looked good. But now she needed to figure out how to look for class. There was a guy that she was trying to get the attention of so she needed to look good but not look like she was trying or at least trying too hard.

She thought to herself....I don't have to slut myself up for his attention, especially if I want to be viewed as wife material and not just a random hookup. She moved to her closet and started to go through hanger by hanger...evaluating each item and seeing how it would people would perceive her....especially Tim.

She was struggling to figure out what to wear. For some reason this felt like an overwhelming decision. Like the trajectory of her like weighed in the balance. She shook her head and wonder why she is being so foolish. Its just a class. And then her mind shifted to the dream she had last night. The dream in which she was a sex slave to her master. A rush of arousal spread through her like wild fire. She was surprised by how much that dream affected her.

She then realized....If I was owned like in that dream, I would never have to worry about what I was wearing....Master would just tell me. Her horniness spiked. She started to wonder what her faceless Master would tell her to wear. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. It was much more fun to think about this...this sexy dream world than picking what to wear to class. It was so much better to let go into that fantasy for a bit. To be in that world where she had no choice. How freeing that could be. How Master could make it all so easy.

She hadn't even realized her hand has snaked its way inside of the towel. It was already tracing her clit.

"Mmmmmm.....Fuck that feels good"

She was getting lost in this fantasy. She focused on this dream. In the dream she was naked except for the leather collar around her neck. She looked so happy...so at peace....knowing what she was.....and where she belonged.....on her knees waiting for Master.

She began to touch more. Really getting into the images that flashed through her mind. As she touched and got more lost in the fantasy, she felt more and more like that slave. She wondered what mantas Master would have her do. And then it struck her....

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

Those words were like a lightning rod right to her clit. She moaned in lust. Those words felt so strong in her mind. She had given herself over to the fantasy. This was her world right now. Lost in how good this felt.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

The words just kept coming. She felt them more and more each time. She felt them sink deeper into her mind each time. She felt herself easily submit to them.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

It was slowly becoming her mantra. Not the dream version of her. The true her.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

"Fuck....Master I need it. I need it so fucking bad" she said out loud to herself. So caught in this dream. So caught by the words. And she wanted more. She needed to feel more. Give in more. Surrender to all of this completely.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

And she sank deeper and deeper into this world. Letting go into the words. Her mind so blank and empty....empty except from the words...

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

The words that she now needed. The words that just loop in her mind. The hold of those words was overwhelming but she didn't care. She wanted this. She needs this.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

Just looping over and over. No thoughts. Just her words.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

She never realized how easily he mind emptied. How the words pushed out everything else. It pushed out her thoughts....her cares....her will. All of that had evaporated...poof. Now there is just her words....

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

Just rubbing. The towel had fallen away a while ago as she touched....as you touch....as you think your words.....as they go deeper.....as you go deeper....and just become your whole focus

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

There is no escaping the words. And you don't want to. You want to give in even more. It feels like the most important thing in the world. The most natural thins in the whole world. The only thing in the world.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

You feel that pleasure building. The pleasure from obeying. Master's words echo more and more in your mind

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

It feels so good to submit. To give into the words. To give into Master. To be a good obedient girl.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

You get closer and closer. Feeling the words only propel the pleasure more and more. You are obeying. You are taking yourself deeper. You are letting the words make you better.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

Good girl. Give in to the pleasure. Give into the feeling. Building more and more. The words only bring you closer.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

So close. You know you will cum and the obedience will be that much stronger. That it will be a part of you. Just like the words.

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

As they sink in deeper and deeper. Your words. Your purpose. Your entire being....

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

And that pushes you over the edge. You CUM HARD NOW. The words sink in deeper. Each wave of pleasure pushing it deeper into your mind. Deeper and deeper....

"Obedience is pleasure Pleasure is Obedience I must obey Master"

And you hear Master say....good fucking girl. And then a LOUD ALERT comes from Stephanie's phone that broke her out of her fantasy. The world she was lost in fades out as reality slams her right back in the face. She shakes of the cobwebs. Feeling more awake and alert NOW

"Shit...I really need to pick something wear"