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@keepin-it-trancey
Another person contacted me, worried about Nimja's influence. If you ever feel you need it, this file can help you to remove unwanted triggers and suggestions.
There aren't enough safety scripts around, This gets an immediate reblog.
Yes yes yes! We need more safety files!
time for a reblog!
Be safe!! (Get safeties installed upfront too please)
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Brainwashing via VR Headset is so incredible from either end~
On the subject’s side, just the idea of having dizzying, fascinating, intoxicating spirals overwhelm your entire vision—it is literally impossible to tear your eyes away from the enthralling patterns and subliminal messages beaming into your brain. Sure, you can try to squeeze your eyes shut and rip the headset off—but as your fingers brush against the sides, your arms feel heavy and limp, and you can’t quite remember what the problem with having the headset on is…your hands drop to your sides as your eyes flutter open, staring even deeper into the lovely spiral…
And on the hypnotist’s side, even before the conditioning starts, you get to see the subject with the headset on, covering their eyes, erasing their identity—a taste of what will happen to them when your program starts. You get to watch your victim’s mouth open wider and wider as they fall deeper. Drool start to build up. Body sinking into their chair. Mind reshaped into a perfect servant for your desires~
even better when my arms and legs have been bound 😵💫 truly no escaping from the conditioning prepared for me until it's aaall finished 😵💫😍
Brainwashing via VR Headset is so incredible from either end~
On the subject’s side, just the idea of having dizzying, fascinating, intoxicating spirals overwhelm your entire vision—it is literally impossible to tear your eyes away from the enthralling patterns and subliminal messages beaming into your brain. Sure, you can try to squeeze your eyes shut and rip the headset off—but as your fingers brush against the sides, your arms feel heavy and limp, and you can’t quite remember what the problem with having the headset on is…your hands drop to your sides as your eyes flutter open, staring even deeper into the lovely spiral…
And on the hypnotist’s side, even before the conditioning starts, you get to see the subject with the headset on, covering their eyes, erasing their identity—a taste of what will happen to them when your program starts. You get to watch your victim’s mouth open wider and wider as they fall deeper. Drool start to build up. Body sinking into their chair. Mind reshaped into a perfect servant for your desires~
even better when my arms and legs have been bound 😵💫 truly no escaping from the conditioning prepared for me until it's aaall finished 😵💫😍
you betrayed everyhting you stand for and all you got in return was a kickass sword and ability to start fires with your mind and d cups. pretty good deal !
i WILL be nuzzling my face into you like a cat and really there’s nothing you can do about it
i WILL be nuzzling my face into you like a cat and really there’s nothing you can do about it
i WILL be nuzzling my face into you like a cat and really there’s nothing you can do about it
i WILL be nuzzling my face into you like a cat and really there’s nothing you can do about it
dude stop before i develop a strange and powerful fondness for you
something about a statement like "forgetting is a natural process" really gets me. i feel like the thing about those types of suggestions is like, the intent is still obvious. the hypnotist is saying that because they're going to want you to forget something. but they're approaching it very gently. and it's just kind of weird for something like that to be so gentle. it's weird for someone to basically try to tell you that it's just normal. to just kinda be like. "it's okay to forget things sometimes." when you know what they mean by that is, like. "you can forget this thing that i specifically want you to forget." they're just trying to convince you that like, that makes sense and is possible and isn't weird or scary. but like, it is kind of weird. and i'm obsessed with that little feeling of dissonance. that feeling that they're being so nice and gentle and careful with their words and you want to listen and it is kind of working but at the same time the situation is still kind of absurd anyway. and you can't completely ignore that. it's just inherently a really bizarre feeling to be told to genuinely completely forget something no matter how indirect someone is about it. it's just kind of creepy. and giving into it even when it feels kind of creepy is really good
It wishs someone would make it fitget somthn!! Its like veeeeeerry hot~
Think it's cute teasing a bratty girl when she can't really resist. She tries to, but the moment you give her a proper suggestion, that pretense of free will falls to the side like it was never there. So we get to play the game of "she's going to lose no matter what, let's see how much dignity I can take away without completely incapacitating her before she just can't really fight back anymore. And then I'll get to break her ^^"
Like, awwwwwww, you're not gonna listen? Okay cutie, tits out. You don't have to do as you're told? Is that why your hand is teasing over your underwear, darling? Insults aren't going to work either, how about you replace those with an "I obey, Miss." On your knees. Come on dear. You're so strong willed, right? Why are you letting my voice pull you like a marionette? Can't you fight back, darling? Awwww, you can? So if I were to say you couldn't, you'd still be able to, right? Here, I'll give you a chance to show me how strong willed you are, cutie. All you have to do is resist.
You can't fight back, can you dear?
I enjoy it the uh. Normal amount.
Being bratty is just so much fun
nobunny is talking enough about girls topping submissively and adorably and little-style its all about girls being assertive n rough n stuff... its fluffed up...
As things get hotter, I want you all to be good for me and making sure you take care of yourselves.
Drink plenty of water. Eat well. Wear sunscreen that is effective for your skin type. Do not walk your pets if you cannot hold the back of your hand to the floor for more than five seconds without pain.
If you don't follow these things then I am sorry but I'm going to have to turn you into something to make you learn your lesson; don't try me~
Lauren Figures It Out
It wasn’t possible. That was all Lauren could think of as the rag pressed itself to her mouth and she felt the acrid vapor enter her lungs, making her mind instantly fuzzy and her muscles immediately slack with drugged exhaustion. Chloroform didn’t work like it did in the movies, it wasn’t some magic sleeping potion that could take effect in seconds. She–she shouldn’t already have trouble keeping her heavy eyelids open, just from a few moments of inhaling the soporific gas. Her eyes shouldn’t be rolling back in her head as though the fine and delicate movements of controlling them had become too difficult under the drug’s influence. That was impossible.
It would take five minutes, maybe even longer, to pass out from chloroform inhalation. She should be able to struggle, to fight off this dreamy lethargy that gripped her kitten-weak muscles, and push the rag away from her face long before her mind collapsed into an oblivious void of drugged unconsciousness. The recorded cases of chloroform’s use as a drug to incapacitate a victim always involved another agent administered to make them too weak and helpless to resist, and Lauren had been wide awake when the cloth was pressed to her face and she began to cough and splutter under its influence. She… she should be able to fight this. Why wasn’t she fighting this? Why was she sinking down, deeper and deeper into relaxation, her eyes now less than half-open as her body went limp?
Even if it was real, even if it could work this fast, it shouldn’t really knock her out like it always did in stories. Her assailant would have to continue administering a steady volume of the volatile chemical compound to keep her body from metabolizing it, and watch her closely to make sure nothing obstructed her airway while she was unconscious. And yet, somehow Lauren felt an inexplicable conviction that she’d wind up out like a light while her body was a–a plaything–for anyone who wanted to use it. She wouldn’t be able to struggle. She wouldn’t even know it was happening. She was about to sink into an insensate abyss, and there wasn’t any chance of escaping it.
That should have terrified her. Hell, just the use of chloroform should have terrified her–Lauren knew the drug caused cardiac fibrillation as a known side effect, she had every reason right now to suspect that her heart might randomly stop and never restart. And yet she felt… relaxed. Not just chemically-induced relaxation, but a warm, comforting drowsiness that communicated itself straight down into her slick and soaking cunt. Lauren’s eyes were mere slits now, she knew that at any second someone might spread her legs and fuck her semi-conscious body while she lay in a drugged stupor, and yet all that did was make her pussy wet. It shouldn’t have made sense, any more than the unnatural effectiveness of the chemical wafting into her lungs, and yet–
And then, the same way she always did in her last few seconds of consciousness, Lauren puzzled it out. The chemical in the rag was a harmless scent compound–it didn’t even smell like the real chloroform. Her hypnotized mind associated it, as always, with unconsciousness, and she was sinking into a deep trance so that she could live out her fantasies of being a drugged party favor at someone’s decadent get-together. And the hand that held the cloth to her face was her own. Reassured, Lauren slipped away into oblivion and let herself go limp.
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Power Powers Through (Not)
it's like such a casual genre of d/s, but switching from a normal tone of voice to a formal one, calling someone's name in just that way, and watching it obediently freeze still and wait to be told what to do is really quite awesome. even if it realizes what it's doing and breaks it a moment later, you both saw how it responded, and that's the fun part anyway.
I wish I have a whole day to stare at spirals and think nothing with my empty mind, drooling and dripping, listening to audios that bimbofys me, with my whole mind getting reset, feeling needy and horny and keep my body at this state for the whole day
