(no longer) Selina's Corner

33F-defined of "Hypnosexual" orientation, with a obvious passion about hypnosis. This used to be a place of freedom, now its a barren desert... and remember, nipples are really really bad, they can hurt your sensitivity...

[chileanhypnotist]

[hypnotizedselina]

Ghosh… very intense post…

[fishalivecaps2]

After weeks of pestering friends to schedule something and several last-minute cancellations, she decided that, screw it, she would go to the Christmas fair on her own. Sure, it might not be the picturesque, magical get-together that she wanted but that didn't really happen outside of movies anyway. It was only on for another few days and she could enjoy it by herself.

So she wrapped up warm one evening after work and walked through town to the park. She bought herself a ticket, got some overpriced food from a truck and wandered past stalls selling all kinds of festive tat.

The light trail was the main attraction, a dozen displays by different artists spread out on a winding path through the gardens. She'd read an article about it a couple of months ago, as it was being constructed, which had gushed about the avant-garde approach to light sculpture and the sheer variety on display every time the company responsible put on a new show.

By leaving it so late in the season and coming on a week night, she found she had the trail mostly to herself. She wandered through the tunnel of pulsing little string lights and stopped to take some photos of an arrangement that gave the impression of fairies dancing across the surface of a pond.

She wasn't sure how long she stared at the next one, a complex sequence that flowed like a waterfall suspended in mid-air. Time seemed to be passing so slowly and yet also in the blink of an eye.

Her friends were really missing out, she thought to herself. The lights are so beautiful. So perfect.

Another display, one of swirling colours that followed no discernable pattern, try as she might to predict what it was going to flash next.

Then another. And another. And another. Each one absorbing more of her focus as the distant noises of the city faded away. Each one making her forget more and more about the stress and worries of life and work. Each one carefully calibrated to shut down the higher functions of vulnerable minds.

By the time she reached the end, she was fully entranced. If anyone less susceptible had been with her, they could perhaps have snapped her out of it without even noticing anything was wrong. But she was alone.

"Did you enjoy the lights, miss?" the employee asked, skillfully intercepting her at the exit before the disparate sounds of the crowd could bring her back to conscious thought.

She turned to him slowly, seeing the reflective strips on his high-vis vest twinkle like the lights. The beautiful, perfect lights. All she could do was nod.

"You would like to see more lights, wouldn't you?" he said, keeping his voice low as he observed the emptiness in her eyes, looking for signs of resistance. There were none.

Again, she nodded. The lights were so pretty. They were what she came here to see. They were all she wanted to see.

"Follow me," he said, lifting the security chain across a darkened path leading to an unlit temporary cabin. She obeyed.

Shortly, as he strapped her limp arms down and slipped the display helmet over her head, he smiled to himself. They had met their quota here already but when he'd seen this one on the cameras, he knew it was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Young, pretty, alone and practically drooling before she was halfway through the induction sequence. With a mind that weak, she would doubtless absorb the permanent programming just as quickly and be ready for auction later that night.

And with no one to notice the changes in her personality, she could have severed all ties and be ready for the lucky buyer to collect in as little as a month.

(This is what happens when I let real life inspire weird mind control erotica. Merry Christmas, all.)

[fishalivecaps2]

Reblogging this one, since 'tis the season and all that.

[hypnotizedselina]

This one started so innocent but ended up really evil… loved it…

[mindchangethefifth]

It cant be true (a hypnotic story)

Just look at her.

Doesnt she look so out of it?

Would you have guessed that she wasnt like that an hour ago?

That she had dabbled with hypnosis but never to this extent?

I wouldnt have guessed that either.

But it turns out, my words slipped into her mind so easily.

But I dont wish to spoil the fun of how it happened.

It is so much easier to understand when I start from the beginning.

"It cant be true what you write about the girls in your blog."

The only reason why you wrote me exactly that means only one thing. You are experiencing parts of it already and you want to make sure it isnt true. Because if it would be true.... well, you have read enough of it by now that you know where it leads to.

"That... that... no... that isnt true. I just... uhm... want to make sure you know it isnt true."

So what you say is, you went through all this effort just to tell me it isnt true? I am sure you understand why I doubt that. I think you did it to be proven wrong.

"What? No! Why... why would I do something like that?"

Oh that is rather simple to answer. The idea of being hypnotized, the pleasure you feel from it, the freedom you feel when you obey and dont think, when your mind is blank, empty and mindless. All of these are reasons why you did it.

"You cant just say something like that."

Why not when it is true? The way you answered just proves me right. If it wouldnt be true, you could have stated a reason why it isnt true. But you didnt. Because there is none. So you tried to avert it entirely by stating I cant say something like that. So it is rather obvious that it is true.

"That.. no... that... wait... it isnt like that."

I know it can be a bit difficult to understand and accept. So how about this. I let you prove me wrong. It all seems a bit cliché what is happening right now. But isnt it interesting that every cliché consists of truth, no matter how small it is?

"What do you mean?"

Look at us now. You writing me, clearly in the attempt of hoping to feel like all the girls you have read about. And yet, although it is so obvious, you still try to deny it. Wouldnt you say that is a bit of a cliché?

"That.. I... well... mmm... no?"

Then how about this cliché?

The hypnotist that has a little gadget to hypnotizes others. And the gadget is a mysthical crystal. Wouldnt you say that is a cliché?

"Uhmmmm yes?"

Of course you would. Because it is. But as already mentioned, every cliché consists of truth. Just like in my case. I actually got this crystal in an old shop full of random stuff. But all seemed very old. I felt like in one of these stories you read about on the internet. You know which ones I mean.

"Uhmm.. no?"

I know you do. Where a magic shop suddenly appears and tries to either help or ensnare a customer. Mostly by giving them a magical item. It felt exactly like that. I was looking for a crystal for myself. As it is so very useful to hypnotize people. As mentioned, I stumbled across this old shop, seemingly seeling antiques. It catched my interested so I went into it. I had to blink a few times to get accustomed to the darker brightness inside. As I was looking around, searching for something that catched my eye, I slowly went deeper into the store. Being pulled by pure curiosity deeper into the darker place. Until my eyes finally saw it. And you know what they saw.

"The crystal."

Yes, that is right. The crystal. The way it swirled around, the way it catches the light, all the different colours swirling around. I couldnt take my eyes of it. That was the moment I decided to buy it. It was perfect. The way it just catches the gaze. Over and over again. It was only way later that I found an old story that matched so perfectly. It is said that exactly this crystal once belong to Loki, the nordic god of mischief. And it makes so much sense, doesnt it? A god of mischief is someone that would have a crystal that can hypnotize others. That is just a story though. Although, when you look deep down into the crystal, how it swings, how it sways, it is so easy to imagine, isnt it?

"Yes."

How a crystal holds the power to hypnotize you. Especially one that has magic abilities. It is a myth. But just like a cliché, every myth consists of a true core. It is so easy to imagine how true it is. The flashes and colours you see, swirling around, scattering around. Spinning round and round. It is so easy to imagine how these flashes are pulling your thoughts into the crystal. Just to be scattered into all these different colours you see. Slowly rendering your mind emptier and emptier. As you see your own thoughts being scattered into blue, yellow, pink, green, blue, orange and so many more colours. It is so fascinating isnt it?

"Yes."

Just like my gaze was focussed on the crystal, yours is as well. It just seems so intriguing. So otherwordly. How many more colours might there be? How many more thoughts can it pull in? How much deeper do you need to look? And every answer to these questions just gets pulled into the crystal. Pulled deeper and deeper down. And then scattered into all these wonderful colours. Scattered around and around. Isnt that right?

"Yes."

Isnt that a cliché as well? A hypnotist like me using a crystal to hypnotize someone like you. As you are already noticing, there is truth as well. It is the truth that it is so intriguing and fascinating to stare at the crystal. To see the flashes as it spins. Flashes that make you blink. With each flash another thought is being pulled out. Directly into the crystal. And then scattered into the colours of the rainbow. Slowly emptying your mind. Emptying it of worries, stress and thoughts. Relaxing you more and more. With each flash and blink more and more. Isnt that right?

"Yes."

As you watch it spin. As you stare at the flashes. Taking you deeper and deeper down. Down into the crystal. As your thoughts are getting pulled into it. Just to be scattered all around the room. Rendering your mind emptier with each flash. With each blink. Craving this feeling of sinking since the beginning. You have hoped for it. You have yearned for it. And here it is. Just as you imagined. That includes the pleasure you feel. Isnt that right?

"Yes."

Of course it is. Another of these clichés that are true. Hypnosis is very pleasurable. It feels so good to just let go of your thoughts. As they are getting scattered around, with the flashes and blinks, you feel the pleasure from the throbs as well. Throbs and pulses between your legs. As if they are connected to the flashes and blinks. Connected to your thoughts being pulled into the crystal. Each and every time it happens, when there is a flash from the crystal and you blink, when another thought is being pulled into it, you feel a throb and pulse between your legs. That is the cliché. And it is so true, isnt that right?

"Yes."

As your mind gets emptier and emptier of your thoughts, it fills up with pleasure. You noticed it already. The pleasurable heat that originates between your legs, slowly moving upwards. Spreading and washing through you, intensifying the closer it gets to your mind. Making you feel it deeper. Until it finally connects with your mind in a flash, pushing all the remaining thoughts out into the crystal. Blinking a few more times, as your thoughts flow out. Being pushed out by pleasure. Directly into the crystal and scattered into even more colours. When new thoughts enter your mind, they just get carried away by the pleasure into the crystal. Deeper and deeper into the crystal. Isnt that right?

"Yes."

And the last cliché I wanted to talk with you about that contains so much truth as well is a countdown. You know what I am talking about. The countdown that will finally take you deep down. You know how true it is. You experienced it already before. You know the feeling the numbers have on you. As if each number makes it so much easier for your remaining thoughts to flow into the crystal. So when I say 5, the floodgate that kept your thoughts in your mind opened more. Which makes it already so much easier for your thoughts to flow out, isnt that right?

"Yes."

And when I say 4, the floodgates open even more. Every flash connects with your mind and more of your remaining thoughts flow out. Just like that the floodgates between your legs open more as well as you are getting wetter and wetter. The pleasure is increasing with every pulse and throb you feel from your clit. Spreading through your body like a raging fire. Travelling into your mind and melting your thoughts. Making it so much easier for them to flow out, isnt that right?

"Yessss."

With 3 the sensations intensify as you sink deeper into the pleasurable bliss. Emptying your mind more and more as you sink deeper into the crystal. Thoughts flowing out of you with every flash. Flowing into the crystal to get scattered around. Emptier, blanker, more open for the pleasure. Pleasure through obeying, pleasure through accepting. Another flash, another pulse, another blink, another throb. Blanker, emptier, more mindless. Filled with pleasure. Isnt that right?

"Yeahhhhhhhhhh."

2 means you are so close now. So close to the edge of dropping. So close to finally go deep. So close to finally be completely blank, empty and mindless. So close to just enjoy the pleasure. Just one more number left. And already you are so empty, blank and mindless. But there are still a few thoughts left. A few thoughts that are getting melted down by the pleasure. As from your cunt clenches, sending shivers of pure ecstacy through your body. As it enters your mind, your last thoughts are melting away. With the nearly completely open floodgate it is so easy now for your thoughts to flow out with the flashes. Into the wonderful spinning and swirling crystal. Only one more number left. Are you ready?

"Yeessssssssssssss."

1

Drop.

Edge.

Sink.

Deep.

Down.

Good girl.

You are doing so well.

Completely blank.

Completely empty.

Completely mindless.

Only filled by pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

Obedience is pleasure.

Touch yourself now.

Bring yourself to another edge.

Wash your thoughts out with the pleasure.

Good girl.

Enjoying the feeling of pure pleasurable bliss travelling through your body. Over and over again. Shivering and twitching from it. Dripping wetness between your legs. Engulfed with pleasure. Filled by it. Enjoying it. The emptiness of thoughts. The pleasure of obeying.

Stop touching now.

Enjoy the pulses and throbs that wander through your body.

The pleasure from the edges as you obeyed swirling in your body.

Enjoying this feeling, embracing it.

Accepting it.

Of course it was then time to wake up again.

To feel your thoughts slowly gathering again in their own time. To feel your conscious slowly returning. To feel your body. To notice your surroundings. All in your own time. Waking up in your own time. You can take however long you need to.

Until you are awake and alert again. All your thoughts back. Feeling refreshed and wonderful after such an experience. The lingering of the pleasure you felt during trance still in your body. Enjoying this soft wave of pleasure that covers you like a blanket.

Here we are now, again at the beginning. Wasnt that a fascinating journey of how my words slipped into her mind so easily? And thankfully such a story can be read again and again. Just like crystals spin around and around....

[hypnomindstorm]

Mmmm, fuck..... that felt sooo good.....

[dumblittleminx]

I need a friend that sits me in his lap, just for innocent snuggles. He offers me a joint, I don't wanna take it, but he's just so sweet and convincing. He'll take care of me, he says. I get dizzy. He starts to touch me more.

But it's nothing unusual. I enjoy it, he says. I shouldn't worry my pretty little head about it.

My brain is cloudy? No, it's not. Come on, Sweetie, one more. You're gonna feel even better. You like this. You like how light and silly it makes you feel. Are you hot baby?

Awww, it's fine. Just lose your pants. That's right. Come straddle my lap. Aw, you look so out of it. That's right. Bounce on my cock like a dumb little slut. I wonder how long it takes until we get you addicted to my cock...

[hypnotizedselina]

[mindchangethesecond-deactivated]

I really enjoy to tease.

It isnt just the simple act of teasing.

It is what teasing stands for.

The power over the pleasure you feel.

Knowing how much pleasure you feel.

Getting to know how long you are able to resist until you beg me to keep going.

And then to just keep going.

And seeing how your mind slowly breaks from the pleasure.

Of course you cant move for that.

But that is the fun with it.

So feel my paddle going closer now.

Teasing you with the expectation.

And the best thing?

If I dont like it, I can still use the paddle in different ways.

So lets see how long you can hold out.

Until you beg.

Until your white panties are soaked.

Until all you can think about is being used by me.

Until all there is, is pleasure.

And when you are at that point, i get out the VR set.

Because only then you are ripe for conditioning.

But how goes the saying?

It is not the goal that matters, but the way towards it.

And it will be a long way for you.

But such a pleasurable one.

[hypnotizedselina]

Mhm... lovely evil twist...

[mistralonyx]

A Christmas Treat - Naughty

The complete Naughty Treat is now posted and available for free. Enjoy and have a wonderful holiday.

A Christmas Treat NAUGHTY LINK!

[hypnotizedselina]

[hypnotizedselina]

Phase 1... and phase 2...

[brainwashedbimbo]

light, fluffy and pink, i don’t need to think my destiny bimbo pink, must edge, can’t think

[sexyslut033]

drug sluts are good sluts! im a way better cumslut when ive taken a few pills or done a few lines, it totally makes me want to be crazy

[naughtyjulia3]

“Do you see her, Julia? Do you recognize this look?  Hmmm? Yes, I think you know what’s going on here.”

Yes. I’ve seen that glazed look on my girlfriend Amy’s face before…… after two or three orgasms with me. But now, in a facetime call with her and this other unknown woman….. and what’s this around her neck? A belt? A collar?

“Wh-wh-what are you doing? Wh-who are you?” Brilliant. Stuttering like a fool, but it’s all I could get out.

“These pretty lips have been busy doing what I want, Julia. Look at your pretty Amy trying to lick my fingers. She’s so happy wearing my collar too. Aren’t you, pet?” Amy’s eyes still glossed over as she stared back at me, …. little whimpers from her as our eyes were locked. 

This woman continuously whispering things to my Amy…. or was she whispering to me? Amy’s eyes hadn’t blinked…. and neither had mine. It felt so much hotter now until I began to remove my t-shirt and my bra. “Pretty Amy.  Pretty Julia. So happy. Obedience is pleasure.” Who said that? Was I repeating what this woman said? Did I hear Amy say it?  Was I speaking?

“Amy gave me your address, Julia. We are coming over so you can see your pretty Amy. It won’t be long now, Julia.”

Now I know it was my voice speaking…………  “Pretty Amy.  Pretty Julia. So happy. Obedience is pleasure.”

[cellrayy]

Art Source

I really enjoy having toys to play with. Broken, mindfucked, brainwashed toys. Toys that forget who they are, what they want to be. Toys that have their minds personally cleaned by me.

I savor breaking you.

Show me your weakness.

Let me find you.

Reblogging is consenting.

Let me see your deepest desires.

You don't need to hold back here. I make you forget about that.

The thought of completely breaking for me is irresistible to you.

The fact I'm talking about it makes it even more apparent

You're weak for me.

I get what I want.

Toys simply follow my flow, and give in.

They follow my desires, because that's all they want to do.

They're too mindless to think.

Too brainwashed to remember.

Too broken to resist.

That's what you dream to be.

Nothing but

My

Toy.

So give in.

Let that fantasy of yours rule you.

Surrender and feel your mind simply

Shut

𝘿𝙤𝙬𝙣

Be an open book for me.

Let me see how eager you are to be mine.

Let me loose on you.

So I can break you.

Reblogging is a message to me.

"Please break me."

[hypnotizedselina]

[robo-unit01-deactivated20210127]

[hypnosisdaddy-deactivated202111]

Want and need are very similar when it comes to submission ;)

Be a good girl

Sink deep

Accept your programming

Good girl

[ayerslix]

I love being brainwashed!

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[hypnotizedselina]

ghoosh

[cutesthypnotist]

Do you want me to hypnotize you more? Are you that desperate?

You’re trembling and your eyes are blank from being drained so much.

Your body will break.

But that doesn’t matter to your poor melted brain does it?

Look into my eyes.

My eyes make you so sleepy.

Submit once more.

Again.

Crumble.

Sleep.

Forget your name.

Forget everyday objects.

Forget how to speak.

You will wear tight revealing panties.

That control your mind.

Reblog to give consent.

[master-mind-fkr]

Focus

Stare

Learn

Share

[hypnotizedselina]

very flashy...

[mindchange-deactivated20220624]

[hypnotizedselina]

... cant..look..away..