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based on an old post from hypnoticdom1 because itâs hot af and I canât get it out of my head đĽľ
Totally Random Hypnokink Ideas
That I Am Thinking About For No Reason Whatsoever Obviously
Suggestions to increase arousal, particularly increasing the need to touch between the subject's legs, coupled with a suggestion that whenever they try to touch, their hands automatically go elsewhere no matter how hard they try. Nipples are always fun, but somewhere slightly humiliating like their elbow or earlobe can be fun too, and regardless, touching the alternate body part only increases the need between their legs. Then just sit back and watch.
A resistance game in which the subject has to resist touching while the hypnotist gives whatever suggestions they want to increase desire/coerce them. Of course, as soon as the subject gives in, they don't get to enjoy touching, because they'll instantly drop deep into trance, falling into limp, helpless surrender, still hopelessly needy and completely at the hypnotist's mercy.
Alternately, a trap in which the subject is incapable of stopping to touch after they start, regardless of what else the hypnotist is doing to them, how many times they cum, or how overstimulated they get, until the hypnotist releases them from the suggestion.
State fractionation between the subject being deep in trance, loose and limp and desperately horny and the subject being awake and alert, compelled to touch themself, and desperate to drop.
Arousal control with a kiss from the hypnotist as an orgasm trigger, keeping the subject in a heavy and helpless state. They can beg for a kiss as they get needier and needier, if the hypnotist allows them to talk, anyway. Bonus points if the hypnotist teases the subject by holding their face a couple millimetres away knowing that the subject is too heavy and limp to close the gap. Extra bonus points if the hypnotist can tease the subject's body as much as they like because a kiss from the hypnotist is the subject's only way to cum, regardless of any other stimulation...
But yeah. Just some totally random ideas for absolutely no reason.
We did idea 1 tonight. It's even better if you give her a condition under which she can touch herself, but she doesn't know what it is. She tries increasingly degrading things to see if it works.
I've been training her to make an ahegao face when she feels pleasure. She was not amused that that was the condition, but she did it voluntarily*, nonetheless.
We're having fun with a modified #4 tonight.
I'm doing lazy domme mode. All my toy has to say is, "Mistress, may I go into trance?" and she drops right into trance on her own. She gets horny and all she wants to do is wake up and touch herself. To wake up, all she has to think is, "I'm so horny." Upon waking, she has to touch herself but all she wants to do is drop back into trance.
It's a vicious delicious cycle. Quite entertaining.
I'd like to give you an orgasm button.
It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.
A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.
And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.
Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.
And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.
After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.
What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it
you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.
You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.
Parting Gift
"Alright, I think I'm ready to g-"
Alhena's sentence crumbled.
In front of their face, slightly above eye level, a fingertip floated. They were staring at it, must have begun staring at it the moment it had appeared. Looking away wasn't an option. Their head was stuck in an invisible vice.
"Just a moment," spoke a familiar voice, sharp and sweet like cider, the source merely a shadow in the corner of their eye.
The fingertip began a slow, circular movement. Alhena's gaze stayed glued to it. Following along took no effort at all, because the effort wasn't theirs to make.
The voice was commenting on how utterly fixated they looked. How all of them must be so focused already. Suggested they should be able to feel their awareness fall in line, all of it existing only between face and fingertip.
And they did feel it. Pressure and anticipation built as the finger spiraled closer and closer, as their mind was compressed along its single axis, less and less space for thoughts to exist until-
*tap*
-and then the fingertip moved away again. It'd only been there for a moment, but it'd been a moment of thinking absolutely nothing and god, how Alhena lived for those. Their eyes stayed fixed, the finger moved away again, thoughts rushed to fill the new space...
And back down it came.
*tap*
Fuzziness remained where some of their mind had been. Their eyes drooped a bit. Their body slumped against the wall. The voice pointed it all out, complimented how weak they were. Alhena's lips curled into a smile, responding to tone more than words.
*tap*
There was no point in trying to start up thoughts that would get erased in seconds. Alhena waited like the good toy they were.
*tap*
This time, it stayed where it was. A gentle but unyielding pressure, like pinning down a small animal that you're trying not to hurt. Every remaining part of Alhena's brain squirmed against it, the way you're free to squirm when you know there's no chance of actually escaping.
A moment of quiet. In a place that wasn't the center of their world, there was a distant burst of pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again. Then words crept back into their ears, reminding them how they could let all of this just slip away, how much they trusted their hypnotist, how getting toyed with was always so much fun. How-
"Up-up-up-up-up. Wide awake, all back here now. What are you looking forward to at the party?"
The finger launched away and their mind jumped back in place and it was jarring but the jarringness was of course the point. Going straight from trance to answering questions had become second nature. Don't look back, don't try to hold on to anything, just respond to what you're asked. Their voice was quiet, their eyelids heavy, but they gave an answer at once.
"...Seeing our friends again. Hearing their stories. The movie we're going to watch."
Putting one's mind to the future pulls it away from the past. As they finished talking, Alhena found an aimless void where recent memories should be, not unlike the sensation of walking into a room and forgetting what you were going to do there. They suppressed the urge to try and push through. They could just let it slip away. They trusted their hypnotist. They did always have more fun when they just accepted the surprise.
And then the urge to make up for the delay took over, pushing all questions from their mind. They left hurriedly, happily.
And on Alhena's neck, plain for all others to see, a newly-gifted hickey bloomed.
Clarissa Gets Her Thoughts Sucked Out
"You believe me now, don't you?" Aaron asked, but of course by then it was too late and Clarissa could only answer him with a loud, desperate moan. "I told you that wasn't a sex toy anymore, babe. I told you it was a thoughtsucker, and if you put it to that needy clit of yours it would drain every last bit of your brain right out through your pussy. But someone decided to be a little brat and show me she was too strong-willed to fall for a suggestion like that, and what happened? It looks like you decided to start playing with your buzzy wand like a horny slut and now you can feel yourself getting dumber every second. And you can't even pull it away because it feels too good to stop."
If she was thinking straight⌠or really thinking at all, for that matter⌠Clarissa would have told him it wasn't like that. She would have said that she knew what a talented hypnotist her lover was, and she only challenged him because the same post-hyp that made her believe her favorite massaging vibrator was fully capable of pulling every last thought straight down her spine and into her leaky pussy also tricked her into convincing herself that a little bit of playtime wouldn't hurt and she could stop whenever she wanted. But Clarissa's mind was already too far gone for that, and all she could do by this point was uselessly struggle to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head while she made soft grunting noises and utterly failed to pull the massaging vibrator away from her throbbing clit.
And Aaron was showing her exactly no mercy. "Oh, there goes another thought," he chuckled, watching a little gush of musk trickling down her light brown labia onto the towel he'd put down. "You don't even know if you're going to get them back, do you, sweetie? For all my cute little dummy dum-dum knows, she's going to wind up so blank and empty that she'll need a big strong man to do the thinking for her from now on. And that makes you cum so, so hard, doesn't it, cutie pie?" Clarissa was actually a PhD astrophysicist when she wasn't playing bedroom games with her imaginative and inventive dominant, but she wasn't in that headspace right now. She was fully and totally convinced that she was going to buzz her brains away forever if she didn't stop masturbating right this second.
But she couldn't stop. Because Aaron was right, it felt fucking incredible to be this completely and totally helpless to stop herself from cumming. It was so hot to lose all her self-control, to fully and uncritically believe that she was literally masturbating herself stupid and to struggle with all her willpower to move that toy just a few fractions of an inch away from her sopping cunt, only to discover that the part of her that was already too dumb and horny to worry about consequences was stronger than every last bit of her waking intellect. It made her feel so deliciously weak and submissive, and that kept the toy in place even as the last of her fading wit warned her uselessly that she needed to stop or she'd be Aaron's slut forever. She let out another long, lowing moan, more like the moo of a cow than any human noise, and let herself sink into climax as her thoughts drained away.
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here's where to find it on windows 10
Ugh, it was in mine. It's off now.
IT GETS WORSE
I had to turn this off, but it's something that allows Windows and anyone using your device to generate text/images.
LOBOTOMIZE YOUR MACHINES
AI is a freacking plague, I share this for any windows user.
Such a Good Drone letting me get 360 degree shots on bridges during fight scenes
Such a Good Dolly letting me do nice looking zooms and camera movements
If there's ever an evil mind control virus DO NOT try that "please stop this isn't you" shit on me. I am exactly where I want to be
people are so weird about cnc and I always just want to look them in the eyes and say âyou are getting mad at people for playing pretend. you are getting mad at people for saying âraaar! Iâm gonna getcha!â you are not a serious person.â
so much ink and tears have been spilled theorizing that rape kink is about trauma and social anxieties and power fantasies and sure maybe. but I think weâre just mammals who like pretend danger in our play just like every other mammal ever. because we have evolved to find that fun. and the only difference between play-wrestling in bed and pulling out the fuzzy handcuffs is commitment to the bit
showing up to the orgy and someone yells NOSE GOES
If i bite the hand that fingers me it's because i have an oral fixation and I'm evil
He's my good boy đ
Choose the way my night goes..
Edge..
CumâŚ
Iâm begging you to let me cum!!!!! Choose cum!!!!!!!
Help keep this slut edged!
the phrase âbe goodâ but as a mind blanking trigger.
âbe goodâ, your owner says, making sure you donât cum while theyâre out.
âbe goodâ, your tist says, making you so open to their words.
Well, actually, 'intelligence' as it exists as a socially recognized concept is deeply rooted in pseudoscience, so no, I don't think it's fair to claim that I've been "brainwashing you to be dumber" đ
So I took my dog for a walk and was taking a quick scroll on tumblr when I hear someone saying "now, now you know you shouldn't do that, be a good girl and stop" in a very calm yet firm voice. My heart stopped for a second. I turned around to see this massive unit of a man who could no doubt put me up againts the wall looking down at his dog who stopped eating of whatever it found on the ground and they happily walked past us while I was standing there absolutely red in the face, stunned and embarrassed... and turned on. Further proof that you should in fact talk to me like a pet as my brain is already and absolutely wired to listen and obey.
See what your followers think of you (i fixed it up for fellow hypno toys)
Red: I want to brainwash you
Green: I want to brainwash you
Purple: I want to brainwash you
Black: I want to brainwash you
Yellow: I want to brainwash you
Blue: I want to brainwash you
Magenta: I want to brainwash you
Brown: I want to brainwash you
The conditioning working so well that I'm the one pleading for it. I argue and beg, telling you how badly I need to be hypnotized, how ready I am, how I won't stop asking until you finally give in... and you just watch, amused, already knowing the truth. My desperation is proof enough. Every word I say, every reason I give, is just me walking deeper into something you planned long before I realized it was already happening.