K’s Hypnokink Archive

K, she/they, 18+. NSFW sideblog (primarily hypnokink but occasional other content) partners are @hypnodin and @nsfws-inc

[yellowlikelemons]

The kind of sex I want requires like 3 layers of psychological manipulation

[lillihammerdown]

Not letting this stay in the tags

[limerent-violence]

so sorry i called you kidnappable earlier, let's take a drive and talk this through ok?

[cyprozombiegirl]

Oh you’re wet? Let me check. You can check me too. Let’s do it together. I want your fingers between my labia, my clit hard against you, pulsing, dripping around your index…but you’re banned from moving your fingers at all. I’ll make you pay for the slightest twitch. Me? Oh I can do whatever I like. Remember, no movement. If those fingers tighten ever so slightly as I graze your throbbing clit, as I reach inches inside of you, well, you‘ll wake up black and blue

[caspianhypno]

Hypnoctic visual induction but instead of a spiral or pocket wacth the old Dvd bouncing logo screen.

[i-suggest-hypno]

real

[clockheartdoll]

[corruptedbyhim]

I've never really considered myself a hypnotist. I'm more of a long game person. You know... conditioning, brainwashing, the slow stuff that happens over weeks and months. But I'm adjacent to the space, and so I've learned a lot from my friends... especially the ones who really enjoy being hypnotized.

And the thing about people who really enjoy being hypnotized is that they're doing most of the work for you. They're scanning every sentence for something that gives them permission to let go. Every word is a potential induction. Every conversation is an opportunity to sink. When you really enjoy being hypnotized you don't need a countdown or a swinging watch or any of that. You just need someone who talks in a way that feels easy to follow.

And you're following right now, probably. You've been reading, and there's a part of you that's already settling in. Already going soft around the edges. Your breathing is getting a little slower. Your thoughts are getting a little quieter. Your body is getting a little warmer. And you might not have noticed that happening just now, but i bet you're noticing it now that i've pointed it out.

And this isn't the first time you've felt this. You felt it last time too. And the time before that. The first time you read one of my posts and felt that little tug in your stomach you probably didn't know what it was. But now you recognize it. You look forward to it. You come here specifically to feel my words sink into you and each time you go down a little easier and a little deeper because your brain already knows the way. I've walked you there enough times that the path is worn smooth.

And each time you go a little deeper you want to go deeper still. Because sinking feels like pleasing me, and pleasing me feels so good that you want to sink again, and sinking again makes you a little more eager and a little more willing and a little more desperate to be whatever i want you to be. You start coming back more often. Reading more carefully. You start wanting to earn my words. and slowly the thing you're addicted to isn't just the trance, it's me. The trance is just how you worship.

And the thing is I'm not even really doing anything. I'm just talking to you the way i always talk. But you really enjoy being hypnotized and you've decided my voice is the one that does it for you. So you show up and your brain starts melting before you finish the first sentence. You're sinking right now and you came here hoping you would. You opened this post already wet and ready to drop because that's what my words do to you now. That's what you've trained yourself to feel. I just write and you drop and each time you drop you're a little sluttier for me.

a little more mine.

So since you're already here, and you're already sinking, and your brain is already getting slow and warm and easy. Why don't you go ahead and drop for me. This is the permission you were looking for. Let everything get quiet and soft and just be here with my words for a while. There's no rush to come back. Take all the time you need. But when you do come back, I want you to notice how good that felt. And I want you to come back tomorrow and be even easier for me. I want you dripping and desperate and ready to sink the second you see my words on your screen.

[sin-aestheticx]

*so horny I'm about to pass out* nono it's fine, keep exposing a lil bit of tummy every time u stretch ur arms up its totally fine I'm so normal about it

[xponentialdesign]

crebri fluctus hypnoticus superum quaeque conversione

[cortexcollapse]

thinking about hypnotic crosswords. across and down, only words that will drag you deeper down. every time you struggle to find a word you wake up a little... just to drop deeper down once you find the solution. a fun little fractionating exercise.

[saikyocrusher]

[creamiipie-deactivated20230707]

[yoyomindloops-deactivated202404]

New relationships

It was nice getting used to the comfort of someone again. She felt naturally relaxed with his touch. There she would be, head on his lap without a care in the world. They had only been seeing eachother for a few weeks now, but she felt that she could trust him.

It was something she didn't have to think about.

And oddly enough, that only made her feel she was melting away.

"I'm curious about something," he said. He placed his thumb on her forehead, pressing the soft spot between her eyes. It softened her brow as her pupils rotated in the direction of his finger.

"Huuuuuuuh" She moaned out, unable to get another syllable as her back arched. It was like he was drilling his finger through her mind, making its way to her privates. Blood rushed to her clit.

"I love how responsive you are," He mused. He pressed his thumb and she gasped in lust and need. "It's hot. Try something with something with me?"

All she could do was nod, her toes curling into his sheets. Her sanity felt ripped thread by thread by the blood rushing down. All from a touch.

Where she focused on his words. his voice. the watch.

"Good toy. Off." He pressed.

She went limp.

Eyes rolled back.

Every muscle relaxed.

She was gone.

He smiled, stroking her hair. He lifted her arm, it dropped. He was impressed. They hadn't known eachother for that long, but with each visit he was rewiring her brain.

"That's a good toy. So responsive. Focus on my voice. My words. The watch.. Seeing it plain as day. You remember the watch. When we first met. How it dangled down the chain. Swaying left and right. Remembering how it ticked. Spiraling you away.'

"We are going to continue our programming today, toy. On."

Her eyes snapped open, "What were you curious about?" She loved his smiles. Anytime he smiled, she felt it.

He laughed, "You're cute. Off." He pressed his thumb and she dropped like a ragdoll. "So responsive. Just a good toy. Obeying commands in and out of trance. Always yes. When you hear my voice. No matter the words. Always yes. My words lead to yes. Do you understand"

A voice that sounded a thousand miles away, "Yes."

"That's my good toy, remember to forget. forget to remember." leaning down. "On," Left his lips before he kissed her forehead.

She woke up moaning in lust his lips on her skin. She gripped the couch they were laying on feeling like her mind was freying away. "What's...when did we start foreplay."

"Does it feel like I'm fingering her?"

Her thighs squeezed as she gasped. "yes."

"Like they are always there."

"Yes," She moaned.

"Tapping away. like the rhythm of a clock. Can't you hear it?"

"Yes." her jaw slacked,

She felt his hot breath as he whispered in her ear. "Can I keep you?"

"Yes."

His thumb pressed. "Off."

And limp she went. So automatic. It had become a reflex to obey his commands.

Whatever they were.

She just obeyed.

He rubbed her forehead with his thumb, letting it spiral down. "I think I will. Keep you. Good toys like you obey. Spread your legs."

She complied.

"Touch yourself."

She complied.

"Mind off. All that's left is my voice. my words. The watch. Helpless to resist."

"I wanted to be brainwashed."

"Yes you did, pet. That's why you swiped right. How we met. You sought me out. Wanting to be brainwashed. And you are. You belong to me now."

"Yes."

"I own your thoughts. Will. Mind. I own it all."

And she complied.

[safeplace42]

Oh wow 😵‍💫🫣🔥

[blissful119]

"I couldn't keep my eyes open"

A true story that a recent conversation with someone on here unlocked a memory of.

Many years ago, I went to college. The class I was in was for mature students - people who weren't ones who'd just left school, and were looking to return to higher learning. I think I was 23/24, and among the younger students in the class.

I remember one day, late spring. It was hot out, and the poorly air-conditioned classrooms caught the brunt of it. We sat in the small class in our usual spaces at chairs - there were maybe 25 of us in total - behind a series of tables lining the sides and back of the room. I was almost directly in the middle.

Today, we were to watch a video. It was an older documentary from British TV - 60's or 70's maybe, it was in black and white. The subject matter escapes me, but I remember thinking it was dull. Boring.

Usually in such instances, I'm decent at keeping my focus and retaining at least some information. I found myself stifling a yawn, which I put down to the heat, but was still kind of embarrassed. If the lecturer heard it, she didn't acknowledge. So I kept watching, and yawned again. I started to lose focus... I opened my eyes. Had I fallen asleep? I hoped nobody saw me, and drew my attention back to the screen. I had to watch it, had to learn, no matter how heavy my eyelids... sleepy eyelids... I could feel my head starting to nod, and I didn't care anymore. I just had to close my eyes...

I opened them again, almost snapping awake, and the video was still going. I looked around sheepishly as I wiped a little drool from my mouth, ready to flash an embarrassed smile, and noticed something odd.

Everyone else was in the same boat. On my left, a line of people either asleep, or close to it, heads lolling forward. One woman was just staring at the TV through slightly drooping eyelids, mouth hanging open. It looked like she was asleep with her eyes open.

Then I looked to my right, and the same. One guy, arms crossed, head dropped forward, deeply asleep. The posh woman in her 50's, head nodding then snapping up, a few times, before she just let her head drop the same way you would if a stage hypnotist told you to sleep. The attractive woman in her early 40's, chin resting on an upturned palm, eyes rolling as she struggled to keep her heavy lids open, before just givng up and dozing off. Everyone was either completely asleep, or on their way there. Except the lecturer, who seemed completely awake, alert, and didn't say a word.

I genuinely worried for a moment someone had found out about my hypnosis kink, and I was on a hidden camera show. I tried to keep watching, but my eyes started to feel heavy again...

We all kind of woke when it ended, and shortly afterwards the class ended. We all left, and were chatting about how weird it was, that we all either were falling or fell asleep.

What I can tell you is we all passed. Despite me remembering not a single thing I learned or saw in that class. But it was just the heat and the boredom, and not a case of us all being hypnotized... wasn't it?

[blissful119]

I'd also like to add that while I've obviously used some specific phrasings because hypno/sleepy kink, I have embellished none of this. This did actually happen.

[dykesnuffinggoddess]

I love the domestic side of pet play so much. Curling up next to me with your head in my lap and your collar on, nibbling on my hand and barking softly? Yes, please. More of that.

[divorce-enjoyer]

well im fucking the cursed amulet. so mind your business

[divorce-enjoyer]

"isnt that an unhealthy power dynamic" no its a sex thing "arent you and the amulet growing codependent" no its a sex thing "isnt the amulet sucking your life force" no its a sex thing. god forbid people have kinks.

[divorce-enjoyer]

[divorce-enjoyer]

who are the toronto maple leafs

[rebellum]

???????

[hypnosenace]

[strange-private-fantasies]

Thinking of tentacle monster that fucks you from the inside out. It forces its way inside your body, living in your stomach or womb. And from there it will occasionally use its tentacles to rail your holes whenever it pleases without warning

From in your stomach, you could just be buying groceries when suddenly a tentacle jams up your throat into your mouth. You gag and choke on it as it fucks your throat, and if you don’t want people to pass by and see a tentacle thrusting in and out of your mouth, you better keep your jaw clenched shut so it can’t make it past your teeth. You can try and struggle to swallow it back down into your stomach, it but fights you every step of the way, and the feeling of your throat constricting around it only helps please it. Alternatively you can give it lighter swallows and suck on the tip in your mouth to make it cum faster and therefore stop sooner. And if you’re not exceptionally skilled at swallowing up its seed faster than it can pump its load, you’d better find somewhere for it to go. From an outside perspective it’ll probably look like you’re vomiting up cum. But once it’s over, it’ll slowly recede back into your stomach

From in your womb, you could be sitting on the bus waiting for your next stop when you feel it start to press hard against your cervix, and you only have a second to brace yourself before it shoves itself into your pussy and starts thrusting in and out. There’s not much you can do without drawing attention to yourself, so you have to just sit back and try not to moan out loud. Sometimes it’ll stick further out to stroke different segments of its long tentacles, snaking around you. Someone might notice the moving shapes under your clothes if it extends far enough. Eventually you hobble off the bus and find a private place to slip your clothes off, and jerk off the tentacle to help it finish. Then you lean against the wall, whining a little it pulls all the way back into your womb, rubbing your insides all the way.

Idk something about the helplessness of the monster fucking you being the safety of the one place you can’t even try to do anything to it: Inside you. And if anyone knows where to find content similar to this please lmk. Doesn’t even have to be a tentacle monster, just anything fucking someone from the inside

[xibaxiba]

desperate dead-eyed angel girls in your area??