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i-can-be-hypno-b4by

sometimes i think i look a lil dumb

then i remember bein dumb is the goal

asmileonyourmind

The center is a soft, pulsing heart of color, and it’s calling to the part of you that is tired of being aware.

Watch how the center spins in shades of pale blue and hazy pink, weaving a net that catches you, holding you still, and gently sets thoughts aside with each breath.

You aren't falling, you aren't sinking.

The deeper you go into the pastel rhythm, the more your thoughts start to feel like light, airy static.

There is no edge here, no sharp corners, as you blur with the soft, rhythmic oscillation of a mind that has finally been given permission to go blank.

The brain fog is a gift. Let it fill you up.

Reblog to spread the happy fog to others. Because when you get lost in it, you find so much more than before.

i-can-be-hypno-b4by

real good stuuuuffs

One of my favorite things about hypnosis is how safe it can feel. There is something incredibly comforting about reaching that place where all the walls come down. No more pretending, no guarding myself. No constantly watching for danger. Just existing in a state of complete trust and vulnerability with someone who genuinely cares about me enough to let me just float in that state where there is no more overthinking, where that chain of that feral beast I keep locked away is being domesticated by them giving it care. Giving it a new way to enjoy something. A comforting thought, a trigger that makes it smile. A little piece of happiness tucked away in my mind for later.

The best hypnosis has always felt personal to me. Not generic or scripted and I think there is no one-size-fits-all. The feeling that someone has taken the time to understand who I am, how I think, what I enjoy, what makes me feel safe, and then built an experience specifically for me.

I love when a hypnotist uses details that belong to me. My interests, my memories or my favorite imagery or just places that feels meaningful. It makes the experience feel less like following instructions and more like being invited into a world designed with me in mind. Knowing that the person guiding me sees me as an individual rather than just another subject. That they care enough to make the experience uniquely mine.

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Crystal Hypnosis) Archive_220621

There's something about the idea of keeping someone drowsy. Conscious, not asleep, but at that point where it's hard to keep your eyes open and nothing feels quite real, muscles going limp while you're still awake enough to try to fight it.

Drowsy, sleepy, but also horny, or sometimes horny, wet and dripping and maybe your fingers are moving between your legs but you're just on the edge of awake enough to be deliberate about it. Or maybe there's a vibrator running between your legs that you're too sleepy to figure out how to turn off or turn up, or there's a dildo sliding in and out and in and out of you.

And you know that if you just woke up you could manage to do what you're trying to do, to make yourself cum or maybe stop the overstimulation, but you're just too drowsy, and it feels like it would be easier to slip into sleep than to wake up, but you don't manage to do that either.

Edging someone with sleep, what a lovely idea~

I always knew pulsy spirals were winners btw

“Oh, honey, look at you, you were so smart twenty minutes ago.” Your hypnotist said, gently cupping your cheek with a hand. “Now look at you. So stupid…” Your hand was moving, out of your control. They laughed at you. “It’s okay, you look good like this.”

Their laughter made everything feel so hazy. Like your thoughts were treacle. You didn’t want to think. You couldn’t think. “All that IQ, all those thoughts, and ideas, drained down between your legs. Keep touching yourself for me.” Like you could stop, even if you wanted to.

They leant down, closer to you. Their scent filled your nostrils, making your brain even foggier. “Touch yourself stupid. That’s a good toy. I want you braindead. Hey, what’s two plus two?”

Your brain was stalling. There was an answer there but… “F-f-”

The word wouldn’t leave your lips. Your hypnotist laughed again. “Oh, f-f-” They were mocking you, and it just turned you on more. “Come on toy, you can answer that. Surely you haven’t got that stupid, have you?”

“Fuck…” You finally said. Was that the answer? You didn’t know.

They were laughing harder now. “Awh, I guess you have got that stupid.” Their hand moved to your head, tousling your hair, as they stood back up. “Well, let’s see what else you’ve forgotten. Where do you live?”

There was only one word in your brain. “Fuck.”

You didn’t know if that was the only thing you could say. Or if it was just all that was on your mind, as your hand kept moving. “Good! And what’s your name?” They asked.

You tried to resist saying it. “F-mmmnh-fuck!” But by now, your mouth was beyond your control.

“That’s right, fuck.” They leant down again, close to you. “That’s your name. You just told me. So why wouldn’t it be? Such a good toy. So brainless. Keep touching. Keep sinking. I want to see how long it takes before you actually damage your brain!”

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“Shh, toy. That’s it.” Your hypnotist said, pressing a finger to your lips. “No thinking. No brainpower. You don’t need any of that. No. You just need to sink, and drift for me. You can do that, can’t you, toy?” Their words felt so nice in your head. You nodded, meekly.

That got a laugh from them. “Such a good plaything. I love when you get like this. Head empty. Willing to do whatever I ask of you. And I know how nice it feels for you. Obedience is pleasure, after all, isn’t it?” Again, you nodded. Agreeing was obeying. Obedience was pleasure.

“That’s it. Let yourself get lost in that loop. Keep nodding your head. Agree with me. Obey me. Feel my pleasure, that makes it feel even better to keep on agreeing.” Their words were wrapping around your mind like rope. Binding you. “All mine, isn’t that right, toy?”

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“Awh, toy, are you okay?” Your hypnotist asked, looking you over as they sat down. “You look a little out of it. Here, have another shot. That’ll pick you up.” They pressed the glass to your lips, and you took it, eagerly. You’d take anything they gave you, in this moment.

Your mind grew hazier, and foggier, as the liquid tumbled down your throat in a mad rush towards intoxication. Your hypnotist was laughing. “Oh, you’re so stupid, toy. Here, have the bottle.” They placed it into your hands, and you lifted it to your mouth.

The first gulp tasted sweet. But then another came. It was too sweet. Spilling over your lips, down your chin. You lowered the bottle as you swallowed, and you teetered, dizzy, mind spinning. Your hypnotist took the liquor from you, as your brain spaced out.

“There you go. I love that this doesn’t need to be real to work on you, toy. Your mind is so fucking weak. So susceptible.” They pushed your body, weakened by the ‘alcohol’ backwards onto the bed. They giggled. “And now I’ve got you right where I want you.”

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Your hypnotist’s eyes were like jewels. So pretty. They were smirking at you. “You feel that compulsion, don’t you, toy?” The compulsion? You… You tried to think, and struggled. “That eager need and want to give in to me. The compulsion to stare into my eyes, silly.”

Oh. Yes, you felt that. It was the driving force in your brain right now. “Like you can’t get enough of them.” You never wanted to look away. “That’s because you can’t get enough of them.” More. More. More. You blinked. Were their eyes watching you still, behind your eyelids?

“They consume you. Breaking your brain” Your head was getting fuzzier, the longer you stared. “Making you weak. Making you helpless.” A soft whine left your lips. Their eyes were your focus. “And you just can’t stop staring.” For a brief moment, you considered looking away.

“No matter how much you might think you want to… And let’s be real, you don’t want to.” The moment passed. You had forgotten it. You just wanted to stare. Could do nothing but stare, and sink, and drop. “If you wanted to, you’d have looked away already.”

You didn’t want to look away. “But you’re still staring. So, you must want to stare, huh?” You wanted to stare. You needed to stare. “That make sense, doesn’t it? Especially to a silly little mind like yours.” Your brain felt so hazy. “So, keep staring. You can stare as much as you want to.”

Their smirk had become a grin. “I want you obsessed with looking into my eyes.” That obsession was blossoming in your brain. “Being my blank, brainless, staring, plaything.” Every word made you weaker. “The compulsion will only get stronger. But you don’t mind, do you?”

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“Look me in the eyes, toy.” Your hypnotist said, holding your chin, pulling your head to look up at them. They were smiling down at you, as you sat in the comfortable chair. “Feel your gaze lock on to mine. Find yourself unable to look away.” You lost control of your eyes.

Their smile widened, as you stopped blinking, just staring up at them. “That’s it. Such a well-trained pet. So easy to control. And I want you to stare into my eyes.” You couldn’t conceive of looking anywhere else. “I want you to sink into them. You can do that, can’t you?”

They nodded your chin slightly, up and down, agreeing. And you were sinking. Your body was relaxing into the chair. It was so comfy. “Just stare, and sink, and drop.” They lowered their hand, and your eyelids fluttered, but didn’t close. They couldn’t. Your eyes couldn’t move.

“There you go… Still staring, unable to look away. No matter how heavy, and tired, and droopy, drowsy, sleepy those eyelids get.” As they spoke, those feelings intensified. Your eyelids were so heavy. “You can’t close them. Because you have to stare into my eyes.”

They leant down, coming closer to you. “Because you can’t look away.” They moved their hand on your chin side to side. Your eyes moved, staying locked onto theirs. “Good toy. So obedient. So blank. So blissful. Feel your thoughts draining away.” You felt it.

The sensation of your thoughts being dragged out of your head, and into their eyes. “Pulled into my eyes. And then comes your free will.” The sensation increased. “Your resistance.” Again. “Your personality.” It felt so good. To be so blank, and open, and empty.

“Drained away, by my eyes.” Their hand on your chin was all that was holding you up. “You’re just a shell. A weak, empty puppet, for me to control.” They were correct. That’s what you were. "To fill. And I will fill you, toy. When you’re properly emptied of everything that I need.”

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“Sit, pet.” You sank to your knees, looking up at your dominant, who smiled, holding up something in their hand. They pressed and- *click*

The sound reverberated through your brain. It danced in your mind. It made you quiver. Hours of brainwashing and association activated.

Pleasure flooded you. You let out a small gasp as it hit, and your dominant laughed. “That’s it, good pet. I love how well trained you’ve become. And it all started with a-” *click* The pleasure was stronger this time. More intense. You stayed kneeling.

But you wanted to squirm, to writhe. They laughed down at you. “Awh, you look so cute like this. All needy just from a-” *click* “That’s all it takes, is” *click* *click* *click*

The consecutive clicks compounded the pleasure, and your resolve broke. You sank to the floor fully.

As you writhed, and squirmed, and humped, your dominant continued to laugh. “Like a bitch in heat, it’s adorable. How helpless you become, from a simple sound. You’re such a good pet for me. I love the associations we’ve made in your brain, toy.”

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“Awh, toy, you are just eating this up, aren’t you?” Your hypnotist said, leaning down, over you slumped in the chair. “I can do whatever I’d like to you, and you just keep sinking deeper into mindlessness for me. Deeper into bliss. I can just-”

They slapped you, not hard, but enough to shock your mind for a moment, and then your brain collapsed, deeper into unconsciousness. “There you go. What a pathetic little creature. A mindless object. You don’t care what I call you.” They said, laughing.

“Not that you have the thoughts to do so at this point.” They cupped your chin, tilting your head this way and that. “No, you just get to be my good, obedient plaything. Blank, mindless, and feeling oh, so good.” It did feel good, to be empty headed for them.

They came closer, planting a kiss on your cheek, pressing you into the chair. “Awh, remember earlier, when you were telling me that you had to resist? That you had to be good? Now look at you, just a blank, brainless plaything, for me to toy with. You are being good though.”

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“And pop!” Your hypnotist said, giggling, as the trigger affected you. You felt your brain flood with one thing, arousal. Your breath hitched. You met their gaze, and you were full of want, desire, need. Before you could act on those feelings, your hypnotist’s hand was on your chest.

As they pressed you back into the bed, holding you still, they winked. “Pop, toy, pop!” Your eyes rolled back, your hands gripped the sheets. You could feel the primal lust flickering inside you. A soft growl emanated from your throat, and they laughed again.

“Oh, toy, what’s wrong? Are you all full of wanton desire?” They asked, tracing a single finger along your neck, trailing it backwards. You knew what was coming, but you were in no place to stop it, even if you wanted to. They found the spot on your neck they were looking for.

And as their nail dug in, your body froze, as pleasure crystallised through you. You were held, stuck in place on the bed, as arousal and pleasure blossomed within you. You met their gaze, and for all that primal desire you felt, you knew, in that moment, that you were their prey.

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Your eyes rolled back in your head, as your hand continued to bring you to ever rising heights of pleasure. Your hypnotist laughed at you, as you moaned. “That’s it…” They said. “There’s nothing wrong with being my weak little plaything, is there, toy?”

You… You couldn’t find anything wrong with it. Not that you could really think right now. “No… Not when you feel so good. That’s it. Just keep moving your hand, fucking yourself into a sweet, susceptible state. I want you desperate, and needy, and oh so fucking weak for me.”

Their words sounded so nice. So easy to listen to. “Because when you’re like this, you’re at your most malleable. You’re not on the edge, you’re just floating in a sea of pleasure for me. And you’ll agree with anything I say in this state, won’t you?” You nodded your head.

You felt so eager to obey. So willing to submit. “Good toy, that’s it. Just sink deeper into the pleasure. Let my voice, my words, get more deeply intertwined with your brain. You’re so easily mouldable, toy.” Their hands moved to your head, gently massaging your thoughts away.

“If I wanted to, I could take away the idea of cumming from your brain. You wouldn’t know what it was. You’d just be a pleasure puppet, lost forever in this bliss.” That sounded so fucking hot. To be so controlled that they took away something like that? Incredible.

“But I wouldn’t do that… Would I?” They paused, still massaging your scalp. “Maybe I would. Maybe I’d break your fucking brain into pieces, take out what I deem as non-essential, and then replace it all with whatever I see fit. You wouldn’t have a choice, would you, toy?”

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