Drinking the tea... listen I know it's basic and there's far more creative ways to fall into trance but just imagine with me for a second:
You invite me over to have a cup of tea with you. Knowing full well you've put that special hypnotic drug in the tea, you hand me my cup. I smile and say thank you, politely at you. Still none the wiser and blow on it gently. It smells sweeter than usual. Probably some sort of fancy tea I've never tried before. I take a sip. You look up from your regular cup of tea smiling at me. Trying to act natural, you don't want me to know what you've done yet. But you know, it's only a matter of time now before I find out.
My eyes flutter a little. Why is my head so dizzy all of a sudden. I guess I'm just hungry, maybe dehydrated. My eyes start growing heavier. My head continues to spin circles as I place the cup down on the table, hand shaking slightly. You ask me what's wrong and I say, "oh nothing, I think I'm just a little umm, well, tired. I guess I must not have slept well." At this stage the room is spinning. My eyes are barely staying open as my head starts to grow heavy. My body limp. I can barely stay conscious. Through the fuzzy haze glazing over my eyes I thought I saw you smirk as you take my hand in yours. Patting it gently, so reassuring.
You tell me to, "relax honey, you'll feel better soon." I nod. Of course you are right. You're always right. I smile as I let my eyes flutter closed. Shut tight. Everything turns to black as my body slumps over onto the table. You whisper something in my ear. I'm trying to listen but I can't quite make out anything besides the words, "empty", "obedient", "good girl". Which make me feel so safe. I thought I heard the word "drugged". But I trust you. You'd never drug me, right?
Listen, there's something so insanely hot about being sat in a conversation between people who are clearly very smart, not even being able to even try to follow along, and knowing they fully know how slow you are in that moment. Like, I'm not a dumb person... all the time. But it's just a hot button for me and always has been to be sat there twirling my hair as my thoughts drift away as they keep blah, blah, blahing around me about something smarty pants and I just smile and nod back. Like I'm just there for decoration. They don't expect me to get involved in fact, they love when I'm confused and silent for a change. They think it's cute.
So last night after a weekend of intense shenanigans (we played fraction8 nearly 4 times) I was VERY fractionated still, and very easy. I'm sat in a vc with my wife and our friend. We play together a fair bit and safe to say I was in one of my subby moods. The two of them are science-y types and they were talking about some sort of biology thing (for context I failed bio and chem at high school as well as maths, it's not my jam).
My wife looked in the camera and shushed me. Placing her fingers on my lips always forces me to be quiet. As she holds her finger to the camera I lost the ability to speak. So here I am flustered and fractionated. Squirming in subby frustration at this. She's like "hey since we're going to talk about smart science things you can just smile, nod and look pretty okay?" I start to unravel a little at the idea. While it wasn't stated I should be getting dumber, I was very confused, my head started to spin a little. The last time such a thing was said to me was around 2018 when I was dumbed down in this same situation. Smart people talk while I, the total ditz can only listen to the smarty pants people talking to each other doing their smart things with their full brain. Now this alone would have done me in, however earlier in the call I picked up my tally counter, my personal clicker, the one that now thanks to this friend drops me into trance when I click it. Only for a second of course, not long enough sometimes but enough to get my brain fucked up after a while. He said "I know you haven't even thought about putting it down" and I thought about that for a second. He was right. I didn't want to and after explaining the difference between wanting to do something and actually doing that thing to me he said, "you know while we talk you can also just keep clicking yourself into trance, clicking your mind away." And that did me in. I knew the game was set.
So here I was clicking, fractionating myself, gasping in and out of trance. Each time I came up I'd see the finger pressed against my mouth. I couldn't say anything but just listen to the conversation. I don't know what they said, I couldn't follow it even if I tried really, really hard. It was a blur. At one point I heard my wife point out my adorable eye rolling but I don't eye roll. Well, not normally anyway. See, when I drop I just close my eyes, or fall with them open. Eye rolls only happen when I'm really fucked up and it seems I was giving that level of helpless in the facial department. I didn't even notice. I couldn't even notice. Ooof. Anyway after a while I came back up. My friend looks at me and he said, "click" I verbally repeat it back, unprompted as my finger pressed the button for him. My damn parroty brain just latched onto anything it could as my mind was just putty in their hands and it was awesome. Truly a good time had by all.
I want a girl who wakes up before me every morning, rolls over and patiently watches me as I sleep.
She begins her whispers as I start to wake.
Soft, melodic words and phrases capturing me in that moment where my consciousness is on standby but my mind has begun switching on.
That moment when my mind is waiting for input, expecting me to take control. That moment is when she takes the reigns. She hijacks me with her soft, velvety voice, and goes to work rewriting, reinforcing, and reconfiguring me in her image.
And with just a few minutes each morning when I'm most susceptible, her words will be entangled permanently in my mind, solidifying my training, melting my resistance, and guaranteeing another day of uncontrollable arousal.
Primed and ready to channel into service — for her.
putting on a suspicious pair of headphones expecting it to play brainwashing audio, but instead you feel it pushing tentacles into your ears because it was some kind of mimic
I'm not fond of the lgbt at this point like as a demographic white queers aren't any less likely to be racist than any other type of white people. Native queer people get fucking murdered and you can't talk about how their race is relevant, like you haven't been killing us for centuries. Happy pride month
I could wax sociological about how homophobia and transphobia are entwined with white supremacy but none of you fucking listen when we try to tell you anything, you just dig your heels in when we try putting it gently & confirm us as savages when we get angry. I'm so beyond sick of your shit
And I say Native *people* plural because this has happened before. This is what happens. You do this shit to Black people, too. Sometimes it's not about YOU it's about race first before anything else
[ID: a reply from @pacificnorthwhore that reads, "I understand your point but damn this is an aggressive and hateful way to say it" /end ID]
Good cause I hate you but also let me redirect you back to that "not listening when we put it gently and confirming us as savages when we get angry" point
Wanna second this on the Black side. I’ve brought it up on here before but like this is how crackers reacted to me gently spoon-feeding them the most basic of Black transfeminism/intersectional theory, the kinda shit we get taught AS FUCKING KIDS for our own safety:
If a white can’t stand by us when we’re mad and (rightfully tbh) lashing out at them collectively for the oppression and suffering they stick us into, they DEFINITELY won’t stand by us the second shit gets hard. The trash is taking itself out but damn do I wish it wasn’t leaking all over the place and leaving us to clean up after it.
i laid my head in her lap and she started rubbing and scratching it in gentle rhythmic circles and within minutes i was on the verge of falling asleep. i groggily looked up and said “this feels so nice, i almost fell asleep” and she looked down and said “i did a bunch of research into scalp stimulation and found the most comforting speeds, forces, and patterns, and then i practiced on different girls until i had dialed in an effective technique”
Need to clean my house for an appointment today & I actually have the privacy for a few hours to put spirals on every screen & some Stepford / Maid audios in my headphones so no matter where I go I’m locked in. 😵💫💞
Get fucked executive dysfunction, imma hack my brain for productivity AND be dumb & horny in the process 😌🖕🏼
You know I can't help but think this is a unique use case for AR Glasses, like bornally I think their a ridiculous idea, but superimpose a visual induction through a set of AR glass combined with a wifi headset for audio delivery, you would have full functionality to interact with the environment but remain under at all times, hell use the built in camera and you have a literal hypno drone.
Imagine the commercial applications!!!! Waitresses no longer dreading a 6 hour shift as it goes by in an admittedly extremely erotic instant!!
OK... no
..no I saw the devolution into Lex Luthor.... damn that happened fast....
Sweet Hypnotist who loves being able to prove to you just how much they love you, even when they're coaxing you into slipping into a trance. It doesn't take much coaxing from them however, not with their honey-smooth voice cooing praises. Doing so well for me. Just keep focusing on my voice, sweetheart.
Sweet Hypnotist who makes sure that they never have you repeating anything degrading about yourself, brainwashing you to only see the good in yourself. Why should their precious hypno dolly see themself in such a negative light when they're the most stunning Subject?
Sweet Hypnotist who refuses to let their dolly be sad so they hypnotize you into being a ditzy sweetheart for them until they're certain that you'll feel better outside of the static. The love to see your eyes get glassy as you simply stare off into space, giving them free reign to reprogram you to be a happily ditzy sweetheart for them 🩷
CW: brainwashing, corruption, mind control, personality erasure, identity erasure, alien parasite, femsub, bunny suit, body modification,
Hi hi~ As I said, a new series...
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Ariadne Farron had expected more.
That was the problem with places like this.
They came with reputations. Whispers of the strange, and unseen traveled along the slow far-reaching data trails. Stations at the very edge of mapped space were supposed to be treasure troves for someone like her. A collector of the unusual. A curator of the 'impossible to find'.
She turned lightly on her heel, slipping between two passing groups with practiced ease, her red hair fanning out behind her in a brief arc of motion. Her eyes moved quickly, scanning stalls, displays, fabrics, silhouettes.
Nothing.
"Disappointing," she muttered.
A rack of shimmering garments caught her attention for half a second, until she recognized the cut. Core design. Slightly altered, maybe, but nothing she hadn't seen a dozen times before.
She didn't even slow down.
Another stall offered layered accessories, intricate and colorful. For a moment, she leaned in, fingers brushing lightly across the materials.
Synthetic blend. Mass-produced.
Ariadne straightened immediately, her interest gone.
"What's the point of coming all the way out here," she murmured under her breath, "if everything just loops back to the same boring designs?"
She pivoted again, weaving through the crowd with a dancer’s instinct for space and timing. The market was alive. Hundreds of voices overlapped, lights shifted, scents mixed in a way that should have been overwhelming.
It wasn't. Not to her. Because none of it stood out. Her lips pressed into a thin line.
Already, she could imagine Captain Aries' expression. That knowing look. The slight tilt of her head.
'You won't get your way every time, Ariadne.'
Ariadne exhaled sharply.
"Yes, yes, darling," she muttered. "Very wise. Very insightful. As always."
That didn't make it any less irritating.
With a small, decisive motion, she stepped away from the flow of the crowd and settled onto a narrow bench tucked between two quieter stalls. The noise of the market dulled slightly here, though the glow of it still pressed in from all sides.
She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, her gaze drifting without focus for the first time since she had entered the place.
'Maybe this had been a waste of time.' The thought sat poorly with her. Ariadne didn't do wasted opportunities.
Her fingers tapped lightly against her knee, impatience settling in.
Then her comm activated.
"Ariadne," Mitsuko's voice purred through the small speaker.
Ariadne's head tilted immediately, interest snapping back into place.
Mitsuko didn't sound casual. Her voice charged with a tone the pilot let rarely slip, despite her adventurous nature.
"I think I found something that would interest you.”"
Ariadne smiled.
"Well," she said, pushing herself smoothly to her feet, all traces of earlier disappointment gone in an instant. "You certainly have my attention, dear Mitsuko."
Her eyes sharpened, a spark returning to them as she turned toward the deeper corridors of the station.
"I'll meet you there shortly. And, darling?" She paused, her smile widening slightly. "Don't go wandering off. You know how I feel about that."
Without waiting for a reply, she cut the communication line with a flick of her wrist.
"Time to go hunting." Ariadne's murmur faded into the noise of the crowd, as did her slender form, disappearing into the shadows between market stalls. The pulse of the place, once an annoyance, became her ally now.
Ariadne flowed through the gaps and edges, following the directions of the Aurora Zephyr's network.
This station wasn't large, and Mitsuko had picked a meeting place just far enough from the main hub to suggest discretion. That alone sent a ripple of curiosity down Ariadne's spine. Mitsuko wasn't the sort of person who would have sought out such a location for no reason.
And if there was anything Ariadne appreciated, it was a well-timed hint of the unknown.
The corridor curved around, lights dimming slightly, the noise of the market becoming a dull, constant rumble in the distance.
The new location settled in between the constant flow of chaos. It's tantalizing quiet screamed unique. It was behind a mix of a café and bar.
Her eyes spotted some of the waitresses. And they definitely looked unique. Ariadne could not hide the spark in her eye as she spotted the latex looking bunny suit, that hugged each of the women in an alluring manner.
The mask with the two glowing slits of light and the two large ears on their heads, definitely stroked Ariadne's curiosity.
She wondered what would make Mitsuko choose such a location.
The place looked like something out of a sleezy rec. None of these waitresses had natural curves. She knew that, as she watched them, but she was sure the place was more to her taste than the rest of the station. This was a unique expression she hadn't found anywhere else yet.
So, with a skip, she entered the alley besides the interesting establishment. There the network told her stood Mitsuko.
Ariadne felt a shiver race down her back at what she saw.
Mitsuko stood, leaning against a wall in a latex looking bodysuit that was all too similar to the one the waitresses wore. The curves the latex hugged, were far more exaggerated. Her chest, which had never been small, stood out, round and firm, the two globes pushed up by the latex in an obscene manner that had Ariadne blush, as she stared at her crewmate. Her waist had been slim before, but now the hourglass shape that had formed, seemed even more impossible.
Ariadne's gaze wandered further down. Over those wide hips, that made her crewmate look like the perfect mother to be, and down her legs. They were long and slender and ended in a pair of heels that looked even more daring than anything Ariadne herself would have ever worn. Her heart beat faster at that sight.
And then she looked at the bunny ears, and the mask, which was far less expressive, and showed a pair of glowing slits, that was all that could be seen from the face.
"Oh my." She said and swallowed hard. "Darling. This is." She shook her head. "How. How?"
Ariadne felt something stir in her. The sight was beautiful and erotic. It was the perfect combination of a woman's sexiness and a cute allure that was irresistible to behold.
She swallowed hard as the pilot moved and a scent reached her nostrils, sweet, almost sickening, but alluring at the same time. Her head grew dizzy and Ariadne swallowed again as her cheeks flushed red.
The pilot had not been someone she had felt attracted to. At least not in a sexual way.
Mitsuko, in her opinion, had been cute. And her adventurous nature had been alluring. But she was a friend and part of the dysfunctional family the crew had formed.
Yet, this was different. Ariadne did not know why she would react like that. Her mind was clouded as if she was intoxicated.
Mitsuko moved and Ariadne felt a shiver of arousal run through her. The pilot was sexy. Everything about her seemed to scream 'Fuck me!' now.
"Well, I am glad you like it." Mitsuko purred, her voice even more sultry than Ariadne remembered.
"Darling, what happened," she breathed, unable to take her eyes from the other woman.
"A discovery. And I think you might want to share in this little wonder." The woman purred and stepped closer to her. "It is so exciting, I don't even know how to describe it. You need to feel it, to understand."
She reached out and touched her arm and Ariadne gasped at the sensation.
"What," Ariadne started to speak but was silenced by the touch on her skin.
A sensation raced through her, almost as if the touch was amplified, pleasure rippling in waves through her. Mitsuko's hand felt like thousand tiny tentacles stroking her skin.
And as the woman spoke, she realized the same, as if her voice vibrated in her mind.
"Let me give you this wonderful feeling too." Ariadne could hear the sultry tone of Mitsuko and it was almost hypnotic, the words sinking deeper than they should.
She felt a fog cloud her thoughts and with it came the realization, that she should feel fear, but all she could feel was arousal.
A small part of her mind screamed, that this was all wrong, that this had to be something sinister.
But the sweetness that filled the air made the worries seem distant. Ariadne felt her head spin and her eyes grew unfocused, as she watched Mitsuko move in the alluring latex looking bodysuit. It was all so wonderful, as her head tried to make sense of it.
"Darling," Ariadne whispered. "I, this."
She tried to pull herself away from Mitsuko but her legs felt wobbly. All she could think about was how good this all felt.
"It is okay. I understand, Ariadne. But this is good. So good." Mitsuko said and Ariadne could not resist, her own body seemed to crave more of Mitsuko's touch and her eyes could only watch as the latex looking material on Mitsuko's body shifted. She felt Mitsuko's arms on her waist, pulling her into an embrace, and as they touched her skin she gasped. The tiny tentacles, that made her skin feel so wonderful, now seemed to crawl along her waist, her blouse and pants melting as the material spread along her form. Her mind grew foggier and she could not resist, the pleasure and desire she felt, making her gasp and whimper in need. All the thoughts that screamed this was wrong and dangerous were fading away.
She inhaled the artificial perfume that rose from her Mitsuko with deep breaths.
Her head was swimming in a sea of pleasure. Ariadne's eyes closed and when they opened again, they were unfocused. Her blouse had all but disappeared and the tendrils of slime had begun to spread to her bra and panties.
"Oh, god," Ariadne moaned. The tendrils that crawled over her sensitive breasts and nipples, made her moan and gasp for air.
Mitsuko chuckled and her voice seemed like a whisper in Ariadne's mind.
"Don't worry, I will take care of you, just let it happen. You will feel so good, and we can be together. You can understand the pleasure I feel, Ariadne."
Mitsuko pulled her even tighter into the embrace and Ariadne could feel Mitsuko's large breasts pressing against her chest, sending ripples of pleasure and desire through her. The wetness that exploded between her legs was eagerly absorbed be the slime that spread over her body.
Ariadne's moans and whimpers were getting louder, as she could no longer think of anything but her own pleasure. Her mind clouded by the sweet artificial smell, she could no longer recall the thoughts that told her, that she should be scared, and that this was dangerous.
She gasped for air, her hands touching the latex like bodysuit, feeling it under her fingertips, her eyes rolling back in her head as her mind was filled with the sensation.
Mitsuko chuckled again, the voice a sultry purr, as the slime spread along Ariadne's neck.
"That's it. Give in. Become addicted to the pleasure. You need it," she said, her words vibrating in Ariadne's mind. "It's okay to lose your inhibitions."
Mitsuko's fingers caressed Ariadne's skin, the slime tingling along her neck, making her moan, the sensation so much stronger than when she touched the latex.
"You want this, Ariadne. I can see it. You are so eager to feel what I am feeling," she continued, and Ariadne could only moan louder, unable to speak.
The slime was spreading, and it felt like it was caressing every inch of her, touching her mind. The pleasure and the artificial smell of the slime filled Ariadne's mind with thoughts of nothing but the pleasure.
It felt so good.
The tentacles on her breasts, crawling over her nipples and squeezing her sensitive orbs, made her moan and gasp. Ariadne's skin felt alive, like every pore was drowning in bliss. The slime that crawled over her ass, squeezed it, and pushed in though her rear entrance.
It made her moan, her voice rising in pleasure as her mind grew even more foggy and lustful.
"More. More," she moaned, her mind only filled with desire.
Her hands clawed at the latex, as her pussy felt so wet and needy. The tentacles of slime on her ass felt so good and the way the slime crawled into her rear entrance, it was too much for Ariadne, her mind could not think straight.
She felt her orgasm building, her entire body shaking with the need to release. But something was missing.
Ariadne could feel it, like a hole that needed to be filled. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she looked at Mitsuko.
"Yes," Mitsuko purred, her voice low and husky, "Give in. Give yourself to the pleasure. I am here for you. I will take care of you and give you what you need." Her hand moved to her back. And produced a familiar silver mask.
"Here, darling," she purred, as the slime on Ariadne's body seemed to vibrate and her pussy quivered with need.
"Please. Please," Ariadne whimpered as the tentacles in her ass began to thrust and the pleasure was becoming unbearable.
Dimly, Ariadne saw the inside of the mask filled with a familiar black slime. As the mask drew closer it grew and stood up, forming a phallus. Ariadne's lips formed an inviting ring. Her mind screamed in pleasure and lust as she took the phallus in her mouth. The slime filled her, spreading to her throat. Ariadne gagged, her throat bulging from the intrusion as it thrust deep. She moaned, her body trembling as it fucked her throat.
She swallowed the slime that pushed in, the tentacles in her ass thrusting in time with the tentacles in her throat, the tendrils in her pussy vibrating, her clit swollen and needy. She could no longer think, when the mask seeled shut over her face.
The darkness and the feeling of being filled in every hole made her head swim with even more arousal, as her orgasm washed over her. Ariadne could feel the slime crawl inside her ears and the tendrils in her ass grew thicker, thrusting deeper and harder into her.
She moaned, the sound muffled, her voice rising in pleasure.
Her eyes opened wide behind the mask, as the tendrils in her ears crawled inside, her ears feeling so full.
She heard a whisper in her mind. The voice of something beautiful. It sounded like a symphony of moans. She could not help but moan herself as her orgasm was prolonged by the thrusting tendrils in her ass.
Her mind swam with the sound, as it grew louder, and her ears were no longer just filled with tendrils, but the slime spread further in.
"Oh yes," she thought. "I can hear it."
And she could feel her body change, her hips widening, and her breasts growing. The tentacles in her ass, pushing in and out of her, growing larger, and thicker.
Her eyes grew heavy, her orgasm not subsiding, as her mind filled with someone else.
She could feel the pleasure of the others, as she joined the symphony.
Ariadne could not speak, she could only think her moans as she felt her body fill out the bodysuit. She could feel the others, feel their hunger. It was like a thirst that had been with her all her life. A desire that was burning in her core.
Her body trembled as the slime crawled deeper into her head. Her pussy felt so good and her clit throbbed with the need for release. Wave after wave of orgasmic energy did nothing to quell the desire.
But with every orgasm that crashed against Ariadne, more and more of her body, of herself, yielded to the other that moved through her mind.
She could no longer resist, as her hands clawed at her body, the latex like material that formed her bodysuit feeling like skin, as she arched her back. The tendrils in her ass were thrusting in and out, filling her more and more.
The hunger and thirst were burning, and the more her mind yielded, the stronger the hunger grew. She could not resist, she could not think, she could not moan as her body submitted to the delicious other inside her.
Ariadne could feel her mind being devoured by the symphony and she felt it grow, her mind expanding, growing wider. She felt her self become less and less.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, the tendrils in her ears, and the tendrils in her throat, crawled further and further inside, until the tentacles were filling her mouth, her ears, and her throat, until there was nothing of Ariadne left in the body.
She was no more, as her self dissolved into the other, and her orgasm faded away, as the last bit of her melted away.
***
Xel-Mina stretched into awareness. She felt new. The host had not been special, despite its meager attempts in live. It had been one of the weak ones she had consumed before.
Xel-Mina had not even been aware, that her host had been anything other than a weak, feeble one. She could not even recall her host's designation. It had been delicious.
She had of course preserved the memories of this host. But Xel-Mina would never allow this Ariadne to be anything more than a delicious morsel in her memory. The only thing she truly shared with her host was the hunger for the extraordinary. It was the small concession she gave this disappointing human.
"How are you, Xel-Mina," asked Xel-Selene through the mouth of her host. "Is this host to your satisfaction?"
"It will suffice. But, you know how I am, Xel-Selene. My hunger can not be satisfied, and my thirst is unquenchable," replied Xel-Mina with the mouth of her new host.
Xel-Mina could not recall ever not having been hungry. And while the taste of her host's memories was like the sweetest wine, her lack of resistance left the meal to be meager. "But it doesn't matter. There will be many opportunities in the future to find feasts."
Xel-Selene laughed and the voice that came from the human's lips was sultry. Xel-Selene's taste in hosts had always been delicious. This new host was no exception. She could still taste the rich memories that made up the host's life and it had a wonderful aftertaste that lingered in Xel-Mina's mouth.
"You know how to make the most of it. And I know you'll enjoy every second of it. But, we should find a way to sate your hunger, Xel-Mina."
She straightened her new body into a tantalizing pose. "Of course, Xel-Selene. I have the perfect place in mind to expand into. For all that this host lacked the substance of resistance. The taste of her memories is truly a unique composition. Darling." The word rolled over Xel-Mina's tongue and the memory of Ariadne using the word to describe the humans around her, made Xel-Mina's desire grow.
The two Xel-Naga moved their hosts' bodies in a slow tantalizing sashay. One step closer to the resurrection of their Queen Mother.
my senior english teacher told me that any scene with a woman in a cornfield in every piece of literature ever is about her journey to womanhood/pleasuring herself in the field and i just.... believed her
Hey bro, your misogyny is touching the hypnokink in my plate. No, I can't have it this way, it gives me the ick. Yes, I want the hypnokink thing without the misogyny. Bye and thanks.
"Let me take care of you," god yes please, somebody fucking hold me already and stroke my hair ugghh my heart's gonna burst just thinking about someone's deep, unyielding affection for me
