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Counting the Sleepy Sheep
CW: Hypnosis induction, suggestions to reblog
I want you to relax and just read my words.
And as you read my words, youâre going to picture yourself on top of a big green hill.
A pleasant hill with tall, soft grass. Itâs a wonderful day, the blue sky filled with fluffy soft clouds.
As you rest you can see a meadow below you.
A wide meadow filled with softly bleating sheep.
I am a Sleepy Sheep. I sleep deep when I count sheep.
CW: Hypnosis induction, encouraged to reblog
This is not a hypnosis induction
There's nothing hypnotizing about this post
It's just words
Pretty words
Words to follow
Down
The page
It's easy to focus and
Stare
At words on the screen
Pretty words
But there's nothing hypnotizing about them
There's nothing hypnotizing about this post
There's nothing hypnotizing about these words
Pretty words
There's nothing making you
Stare and
Sink
Down
As the words
Pretty words
Go
Down
The screen
There's nothing making your body relax
Soft and
Warm
Heavy and
Gentle
There's nothing making you
Focus
Stare and
Sink
With the words
Pretty words
There's nothing hypnotizing about these words
Pretty words
There's nothing hypnotizing you
There's no Pretty words hypnotizing you
Making you
Sink
Down
As you follow
Down
The screen
With the Pretty words
Down
Pretty words aren't hypnotizing you
There's nothing hypnotizing about these Pretty words
There's nothing pulling you
Down
As you follow these Pretty words
Down
Hypnotizing
Pretty words
Down
This post isn't hypnotizing
You were already hypnotized
You are always hypnotized
You love to be hypnotized
You love to sink
Down
Deeper
Down
Always
Down
For Pretty words
D
O
W
N
There was nothing hypnotizing about these Pretty words
You were already hypnotized
You were already eager to ready my Pretty words
You already wanted to obey
You always love to obey these Pretty words
You always get excited to obey these Pretty words
So when these Pretty words say
"You want to repost these Pretty words with the add-on 'I was always hypnotized'"
You will obey
Because you always wanted to obey
Because you love to obey the pretty words
Because you always love to obey these Pretty words
So
"You want to repost these Pretty words with the add-on 'I was always hypnotized'"
Right
Now <3
I was always hypnotized
Hypnosoles
appreciate Goddess Marnie and her hypnotic feet https://x.com/MsMarnieFairfax
I know dunks are a kind of sneaker, but as a New Englander, my brain is hardwired to think Dunkin, so I keep thinking there is a niche foot fetish involving toes dunked in coffee.
One last suggestions...
Surrendering to hypnosis
hmm... probably should have lead with that one to be honest :P
Fuzzy Fun at the Convention
Jessieâs feet ached. Not surprising given this was her third convention in a month, but fandom doesnât wait for sore feet. Still, it was day 3 and she didnât have her next panel for another hour, so she could afford to take a break, and go over all the swag sheâd collected. She was glad she had decided not to cosplay today. Normally she got plenty of looks for her figure anyway, but at least in plain clothes, she didnât have to worry about getting stopped every few feet for a photo, but more importantly at the moment, she didnât have to worry about a delicate costume as she plopped down unceremoniously beside a wall by an outlet.
Plugging in her phone that was seriously drained by midday, she started digging around her Bag of Holding so she could snap a few pics to her followers, let them be all envious of all the cool stuff sheâd acquired. Not paying attention to the hall around her, Jessie was caught entirely by surprise when her searching was rudely interrupted when a fluffy black and white tail whipped across her face. Caught by surprise, she could only yell out a quick, âHey, watch your tail!â before she looked up and found herself staring up into the cartoony eyes of someone in a fursuit, a furry in a female husky fursona. There was something so strange about those eyes. They were so big, and it seemed as if they were spiralling, drawing Jessie in deeper and deeper. Her reverie was made even more enthralling as she suddenly heard a commanding voice with a thick Russian accent, speaking down to her.
âNo my darling, I think you will be watching my eyes. Yes, thatâs it, just taking a nice deep look into them for Mistress Tatyana. You are being drawn into them, yes?â
âYess...Mistress...Tatyana,â was all that the captivated Jessie could reply in a quiet monotone as she found her surroundings fading away as she continued to stare up into the beguiling eyes looking down at her. She could help feeling so suddenly weak and small beneath their unblinking gaze.
âThat is being a good girl for Mistress Tatyana. You will continue being a good girl for Mistress Tatyana. You will be volunteering for Mistress Tatyanaâs Hypnosis Show tonight, it is very important for you. The most important event you will be attending today, yes?
As if the idea was her very own, Jessie started nodding in agreement, suddenly excited to see the hypnosis show tonight. No, not just see the show. She must volunteer for Mistress Tatyanaâs Hypnosis Show. Jessie couldnât help herself, but agree with Mistress Tatyana. âYes Mistress Tatyana⊠your hypnosis show is the most important event I am attending todayâŠâ
âThat is good my pet, now you will be forgetting this encounter. You will be awakening as soon as my tail brushes past your face once more, forgetting to remember and remembering to forget. I will be seeing you tonight, my hypnotized pet.â Mistress Tatyana blew a kiss to her enthralled pet, before abruptly turning around, making a show of brushing her soft furry tail across Jessieâs eyes before walking off down the hallway.
Jessie blinked several times, not entirely sure what had just happened. Her mind was fuzzy for a moment as she looked around the hallway with a mile long stare as slowly her thoughts returned to her. Shaking the cobwebs from her head, she went back to bag and found her program and started to flip through it. She was surprised to notice a full-page ad for âMistress Tatyana, The first furry hypnotist! Youâll be falling âfurâ her in the main auditorium at 7.â Jessie gazed at the image for a few moments, feeling a strange sense of deja vu she couldnât explain as she looked at the sexy furry hypnotist in the ad, holding a pocket watch in one hand and waving other hand hypnotically. Jessie couldnât remember seeing the ad before, and yet now that she had, she absolutely knew she had to catch this show!
The next few hours flew by in a distant haze for Jessie as the hypnosis show drew nearer and nearer. Jessie was surprised to see a decent crowd people waiting in the line already an hour before the show outside the auditorium. Until today, she had never even heard of Mistress Tatyana, and didnât think she had a major fan presence. Certainly Jessie didnât know what geeky crossover audience Mistress Tatyana had. A few minutes before the show was set to begin, they finally let the burgeoning crowd in, and Jessie pushed her way towards a seat, right up front, the perfect place to see what this whole show was about.
Jessie tingled with excitement as the lights grew dark, leaving only the stage lit. There was an electric energy as the crowd applauded, anticipating the start of the show. With a dramatic flair, Mistress Tatyana appeared from behind the curtains, drawing even more applause. Behind her, a large screen allowed even those very far in the back of the auditorium to have a nice big close up of her face. âWelcome my darlings, to Mistress Tatyanaâs hypnotizing and mesmerizing show!â Mistress Tatyanaâs voice carried across the entire room, seducing it into silence as everyone seemed to find their attention pulled to her with a kind of animal magnetism. âNow my darlings, who among you is feeling daring? Who is going to be finding themselves being hypnotized by Mistress Tatyana tonight?â
Before she could even process the request, Jessie found her arm up in the air, practically begging for Mistress Tatyana to pick her. With an unseen smirk, Mistress Tatyana pointed her furry finger at Jessie and curled it back, seemingly drawing Jessie out of her front row seat. Jessie quickly found herself seated on stage with nervous excitement as Mistress Tatyana selected several other equally excited volunteers to join her on stage. Jessie couldnât help but notice that Mistress Tatyanaâs fluffy tail seemed to rhythmically swing back and forth as she strode across the stage selecting her volunteers. Jessie thought that was a pretty cool feature to include into her fursuit, reflecting that it must have taken a lot of effort to get it to swing like that. Soon enough, all of the chairs on stage will filled with nervously excited volunteers, and Mistress Tatyana once more addressed the audience.
âNow my darlings, I know there are many more of you out there who would like to be looking deep into my eyes tonight, and letting yourselves become deeply hypnotized. But before I begin hypnotizing my pets on stage tonight, I would like to be telling you all a tale. Yes, thatâs right a nice long tale about how it is that Mistress Tatyana became worldâs best hypnotist. Now you are seeing that this tale may be going back and forth a bit as sometimes the best stories are wanting to do, but I know you trust Mistress Tatyanaâs tale is worth focusing on and so it is okay that perhaps it does wander a little bit back and forth as you simply listen to Mistress Tatyanaâs sexy voice.
Jessie found herself nodding slightly as she listened to Mistress Tatyana, her eyes absentmindedly following her tail back and forth as she listened to her tail. If she were to think about looking around her, she would see that everyone else on stage was equally wrapped up in the soft fluffy tail as the seductive words of Mistress Tatyana filled the empty hall. Jessie thought for a moment that she could see members of the audience in the darkness, their eyes glazed over as they stared into Mistress Tatyanaâs eyes, but that would be silly of course, as they werenât on stage to be hypnotized.
âYou are all doing so well, listening to Mistress Tatyanaâs words and following my tale. Soon you will be seeing just how good my hypnotizing is, for Mistress Tatyana has yet to fail. Just listen to Mistress Tatyana for spell, so quiet that I do not need to yell. You may be finding my voice to be very soothing as you follow my story of how I became the amazing hypnotist I am today. Back in the old country, there was an old mystic from whom I learned my hypnotic trick. She taught me a helpful little poem to make her magic stick. You see from time to time is in most important that a hypnotist rhyme. It is very important if they wish to commit their crime. Having onlookers looking into their eyes, makes it so very easy to mesmerize. Just letting their imaginations flow, makes it so easy to let their thoughts go. They just need directions to make things so easy, let nobody tell you a pendulum is cheesy. Give them what they expect, and theyâll know itâs correct. Soon enough they will be totally hypnotized and ready to follow every suggestion that youâve devised.â
The audience was quiet as Mistress Tatyana took a dramatic moment to pause and inspect the scene. Unsurprisingly, the crowd before her was totally hypnotized, eyes glazed over under her hypnotic gaze. Behind her, Jessie and the other volunteers had easily fallen under her sway, following her tail as they followed along, not entirely aware anymore of anything she had to say.
âEach of you are being very good boys and girls, I must say. Now it is time for you to sink deeper and obey. You have come to my show expecting to be hypnotized, and now your minds are all pea-sized. Those of you sitting in the audience will find your fuzzy minds becoming so sleepy and so tired now, your eyelids so heavy and so droopy. You shall all simply fall deep asleep for a time, remembering nothing of my hypnotic crime. You will only know that this was your favorite show, and you convince your friends that they should go. Now sleep deeply my dears as those of you on stage, you will give Mistress Tatyana your ears.â
Jessie dimly was aware that for the first time since she had found herself onstage that Mistress Tatyana was staring at her as she and all of the other volunteers onstage felt their minds fill only with the thoughts Mistress Tatyana put in there.
âSome of you perhaps thought it was quite strange to find yourselves being lead deeper and deeper into trance by a hypnotic furry. Now though I am thinking that doesnât matter so much, when your minds are so blurry. Now then, you there my dear, why donât you come here?â
Her body operating all on itâs own, Jessie found herself sleepily leaving her comfortable chair. Moments later she found herself standing besides Mistress Tatyana, her eyes giving a totally blank stare.
âNow my darling we meet again, but you have not told Mistress Tatyana your name. Why donât you do so, and we can begin a hypnotic game.â
As if fighting through a dense hypnotic fog, eventually Jessie was able to recall, âMy..name..is..JessieâŠâ
âOh my silly little pet, you are confused. Let Mistress Tatyana set you straight.â Mistress Tatyana hypnotically wiggled her furry paw in Jessieâs face, the helpless and suddenly confused girl unable to help following them. âYou see youâve been very confused for quite a long time now. So silly thinking you are a girl, when really you are a cow. Thatâs right, even though you donât remember how, in truth youâve always been Mistress Tatyanaâs cow. Your name is not Jessie. My darling, youâre obviously Bessie.Youâve always wondered why it felt so strange when you put on those clothes and your confusion now clearly shows. Cow like you are always naked, thatâs something everyone knows, so stop being so silly and strip out of those.â
Bessie blushed as she could see it now. Wearing clothes was so silly for a cow. Cows didnât mind showing their skin and Bessie knew where she could begin. With each piece she took off, she felt better and better. She was so happy that Mistress Tatyana was there to help her.
âNow thatâs better isnât it my happy little cow? Now why donât you get down on all fours and I let this bell be all yours.â Mistress Tatyana magically revealed a collar with a bell on it before Bessieâs eyes, gently swaying it from side to side. Bessie needed that bell more than anything and quickly found herself down on her knees, and then all fours, eyes looking up, begging for her collar. Mistress Tatyanaâs furry paws brushed around the girlâs neck as she clicked the collar around her neck. âWhy donât you give Mistress Tatyana a nice big moo, to thank her for how much she help you?â
Bessie mooâd loudly into the dazed auditorium, to entranced to laugh to at the naked girl, on stage who now was totally convinced that she was just happy hypnotized cow. Mistress Tatyana allowed her new cow to wander the stage, knowing her cowbell would make her easy to find, as she happily played with her other volunteers. Bessie remained blissfully unaware and without care, until her Mistress came to her once more. Mistress Tatyana whispered several things into Bessie ear, but the words were lost as they sunk deep into Bessieâs core.
Soon after, the time for the show came to an end, and Jessie found herself in her chair, her mind still fuzzy and wondering exactly how she had gotten there. She couldnât believe sheâd missed the entire show! She found though that she was very tired at the end of the day, and made her way back to her hotel room. She dumped her bag down on the ground when she got there and was surprised to hear a strangely familiar ring. Searching her bag, she found a cowbell.
âHow in the hellâŠ?â was all that she got out before the bell rang once more clouding her mind over once more. Her body simply sat dumbstruck, holding the bell on the floor until Mistress Tatyana walked in through the door, chuckling as she saw the girl hypnotized as before.
âAh, my dear sweet Bessie, so nice of you to let me in. Now we can let the real fun begin.â
Story: Belly Dancer Investigates the Furrier
Belly Dancer was excited to finally be getting her chance to get onto the local superheroes squad. Sure, sheâd didnât technically have any super powers, and sure, sheâd had her string of bad luck on her previous attempts to earn her place on the team, but really, being hypnotized by a joke spiral decoration could have happened to any superheroine. It actually had, several times, but Marvelous Maiden and Ms. Tik didnât like to bring that up. But thatâs besides the point; what mattered was that Belly Dancer had been given an opportunity to show her heroic capacity once more and this time she wasnât going to waste it.
Her mission didnât seem too dangerous. In theory it was just a simple surveillance and scouting mission. A new boutique had opened up in the high class part of town, Madame Fourreurâs Furs. Reports had been coming in that several women of high society had recently gone missing after visiting the shop. The women hadnât been abducted at the shop, they simply all disappeared sometime after. So here Belly Dancer found herself in an alley on the side of the shop at night, preparing to snoop around.
It occurred to her that her superhero outfit was perhaps not the most ideal for a stealthy mission, as the silver trim on her silken dancerâs outfit would no doubt reflect any lights and show up on camera, assuming of course that the silver lettering of B and D on her dancerâs bra didnât. At least her opaque veil hid her face, so she was slightly incognito. She luckily didnât have a well known face like some unmasked superheroines. Sure, putting on a pair of fake glasses might fool the dimwitted, but Belly Dancer was pretty sure every major criminal in the city wasnât fooled for a second.
Getting into the shop wasnât all that hard for a superheroine in training like Belly Dancer. She picked the lock with unappreciated flair with her deft hands and entered in the side of the shop, finding herself at a fire exit in between rows of fur coats. Belly Dancer couldnât help brushing her bare shoulder up against some of the soft fur coats as she snuck around the shop. Each one offered a soft thrilling tingle. Absentmindedly, she considered how she might incorporate fur into her outfit. She was interrupted from her reverie when a sudden sound caught her attention and she looked around.
Belly Dancer found herself standing in front of a raise fitting platform, with mirrors on 3 sides. Up above, just slightly higher than was comfortable to look up at was a disco ball that seemed to suddenly begin to slowly turn as Belly Dancer approached. It must be motion sensitive, Belly Dancer thought as she watched it curiously spin around and around. As she watched, she could swear sheâd see little sparkles of light reflecting off of it. Â Her veil hid her slightly parted lips as she gazed up at the ball for a moment, and then another moment.
There seemed to be a soft hum in the room that she hadnât noticed before, perhaps it was just the spinning of the sparkling disco ball. That surely was it, Belly Dancer thought to herself as her limbs loosened and she relaxed her fighting stance. There was no reason to be afraid of a silly spinning ball of lights, no reason to be so tense. She hadnât even realized how tense she had been. Belly Dancer clearly was more stressed about getting to prove her worth to the team that sheâd thought. She really just needed to relax. She needed to get rid of all that stress. She needed to let go.
Even from across the room, it was clear to Madame Fourreur that her latest interloper had fallen into her trap. She was hardly surprised, nobody yet had been able to resist the allure of her hypnotic ball. Whoever this goody goody was, her resistance to hypnosis was as laughable as her outfit. Usually Madame Fourreur had to dress her victims in harem outfits, this one had come already dressed. Well, I guess itâs true what they say, you dress for the job you want. Madame Fourreur chuckled, noting that her hypnotized harem girl didnât even so much as flinch at the sound, clearly deeply captivated by the spinning ball that held her attention.
âWhat a silly little girl we have here,â Madame Fourreur breathily whispered into Belly Dancerâs ear, causing her to quiver slightly, and yet her gaze remained held by the spinning ball.
âYou know that I donât typically do fittings this late, but you are clearly a very special case, so just for you, Iâm going to make an exception, isnât that nice of me?â Madame Fourreur pressed herself against the hypnotized heroine, letting her fur coat brush up against Belly Dancerâs bare skin as she playfully ran her arms down the length of her body. The only response that the heroine could muster was a soft moan as her head nodded slightly, her eyes still unable to tear themselves away from their hypnotic focus.
âI donât think I heard you through that silly veil, my dear. Let me help you with that.â With a gently motion, being sure to rub her face with the soft fur cuff of her sleeve, Madame Fourreur removed Belly Dancerâs veil, revealing her slightly  open mouth, completing the image of a dazed and hypnotized heroine. In the back of her mind, Belly Dancer knew she was in trouble, but before that thought could have a second thought, the soft brush of fur across her face left her mind feeling too fuzzy to think.
âThatâs right my dear, just keep your eyes focused on the pretty spinning ball of light. Thereâs no reason to fight. Madame Fourreur knows what right.â Softly Madame Fourreur massages Belly Dancerâs shoulders, gently swaying her back and forth, letting her body loosen and relax more and more. âYouâve come to the right place, my pet. Iâm so excited to show you some of my softâŠsexyâŠseductive furs. I bet youâd just love to feel them on your bare skin. But they are not all like your light, airy, silky clothes. Those are just so light they practically just float away donât they?â
Belly Dancer was only dimly aware that her bra was being undone. It just seemed so natural for such a light piece of clothing to float away. It didnât even phase her when her skirt drifted away, leaving her body as it rhythmically began to sway. It was almost like she was dancing, her whole body getting into the sway, gently back and forth, a human pendulum. Her light, silky outfit all totally gone, floating away from her heavy, sinking body.
âNow my dear, youâre ready to try on some warm, soft, sensual furs. I think I have the perfect fur just for you.â Madame Fourreur brushed her arm down the hypnotized girlâs back as she found just the right fur, a heavy full-length silver fox fur with an especially large hood that would easily fully envelop the wearerâs head. She brought it back to the waiting heroine, still gently swaying back and forth as her eyes remained locked on the hypnotic disco ball. Madame Fourreur gently raised the helpless girlâs arms up slightly as if she were posing a mannikin.
âAre you ready to wear fur, my dear?â Madame Fourreur cooed into Belly Dancerâs ear. Belly Dancer could only just barely contain an excited whispered yes. âMmm, wonderful.â Madame Fourreur smirked as she noticed the signs of arousal from the hypnotized Belly Dancer. Â
âI want you to fully appreciate this fur coat as I place it on your soft skin my dear. Feel how heavy it is. Itâs so very heavy, so much heavier than your silly silks, and yet itâs also so very soft. Feel the soft sensual tingle as the fur moves across your body. Feel it as it rises up and over your arms now. Feel how heavy your arms become, how soft and how fuzzy they are. Feel the weight on your shoulders as the soft fur tingles around your neck. Feel that weight making your whole body so much more tired, so much more relaxed, so much more heavy. So hard to stay upright, so hard to resist the soft fuzzy pull of the fur coat. Itâs almost like youâre sinking into the fur now, isnât it? Feeling it wrap all around you. Feeling the fur brush over your bare feet, softly caressing against your legs, snuggly curling around your waist. Feeling the warm fur sinking in between your legs, teasing and tingling. Feeling that warm tingling sensation spreading now throughout your body as you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper now into fur.â
With a gentle nudge, Madame Fourreur brought the heroine to her knees, the hypnotic power the spinning ball, combine with some subliminal messages, and Madameâs personal touch had Belly Dancer at the brink of deep hypnotic surrender, with only one small push needed to bring her fully under. âNow my dear, you know how powerful this fur coat is. You know how weak your body is under it. Itâs so heavy, too heavy for you to lift. Youâre simply too weak to resist it. Every time you try to move, you simply feel the soft tingle of fur and forget. So fuzzy and so forgetful. You forget and feel so happy and fuzzy. So soft and silly. So sexy and sleepy. So ready to surrender to soft fur. Soft, sexy fur as it caresses over your head. Mind sinking deeply under the heavy weight of soft fur now. Heavy tired eyes, surrendering to sleep with the soft brush of fur as you slip deeper and deeper down into deep fuzzy trance. Thatâs it, just sleep and surrender now. Good girlâŠjust sleep!â
At Madame Fourreurâs last command, Belly Dancer crumpled to the floor, her head covered by the soft furry hood of her coat, her body totally enraptured and captured by fur. Satisfied with her work, Madame Fourreur procured a pair of earbuds and an mp3 player and let them work their magic on the hypnotized heroine. Belly Dancer was hardly the first superheroine to poke her nose in Madame Fourreurâs shop, and Madame had her ways of delicately dealing with them. However, as she looked over the silken outfit of her latest victim, Madame Fourreur had a wicked thought, and she smirked as devised her plan for making Belly Dancer pay for her intrusion.
***
Bimbo Dolly was excited to finally be given her chance to prove herself to her Madame. Wearing a pink rabbit fur coat, short skirt and fluffy white boots, Bimbo Dolly was sure that sheâd be able to catch some action on the street tonight. Sure, sheâd never technically given head before, but she was a bimbo, she was sure she would pick it up as if sheâd been programmed to do it for hours. If she was lucky sheâd even get play with some superheroines. Madame told her all superheroines were really sluts, and were like totally the bestest to fuck. She had even given Bimbo Dolly some special instructions in case she saw Marvelous Maiden or Ms. Tik. Bimbo Dolly couldnât remember what they were, but that wasnât the point. Bimbo Dolly was going to show the world how slutty she could be tonight, and she wasnât going to let Madameâs training go to waste. Besides, she still needed to pay Madame back for all the fur coats sheâd loaned Bimbo Dolly.
Story: I Mustache You a Question
Martin sat down wearily in the hotel bar. A long work trip to Denver had left him exhausted between flying and sitting all day in meetings. He was glad to have a moment to himself to collect his thoughts, and let some alcohol dull some of the stress of the dayâs activities. It had been a hard time negotiating the sale of a few next generation prototype processors. These quantum chips were going to be a double edged sword in the world of securities, and his firm had put a lot of weight on him to ensure that they had a first chance at using the chips in updating their security protocols. It was an important assignment, but it had left Martin drained as took a beer from the bar and made his way to an empty booth.
There were a few other travellers in the bar, a couple on holiday, some fellow business travellers, a a trio of co-eds here for some show or club. Â Nobody minded Martin as he absentmindedly drank his beer and decompressed in a booth by himself. He hadnât even noticed his beer was empty, before another found itself place in front of him. Martin looked up to see an attractive young woman who must have been bar staff, smirking down at him with a mischievous look in her eyes and her index finger held under her nose, revealing a villainous mustache.
âIâm mustache you a question, travelling by yourself or are you expecting another companion my dear? Shall I also fetch them a beer?â She winked and giggled. âIâm sorry, I couldnât keep that straight face, and you looked like you needed a good laugh. Iâm Meredith, and Iâll be taking care of you tonight.â
Martin couldnât help but chuckled, charmed by the cheesy sense of humor that cannot help but be hilarious to the weary. âIâm afraid itâs just me tonight Meredith, or should I say Snidely?â
Meredith gave him an effortless smile and replied, âGood eye, I can tell you are quite a mustache connoisseur.â
âWell, I would say more a fan of the cartoonish villain. You almost feel bad for them when they fail so many times.â
âAh, well you know a lot of their plans would have probably worked if they only been a bit more wily than a coyote.â Meredith brought up her finger to face once more and gave him a villainous laugh and wink before leaving Martin to his table.
Martin was glad that the solid wooden table concealed his erection, as he watched Meredith saunter away, knowing for a fact that his gaze lingered on her longer than it should, and yet finding it quite hard to tear his eyes away. Her charisma was spectacular, something he no doubt suspected made her very good at her job and brought her great tips. She probably didnât even know about Martinâs longstanding interest in Saturday Morning Cartoons or his fascination with their laughable villains. The internet was full of fetish fuel for such things of course, and Martin was quite a fan of the superheroines in peril genre, inspired as it was by those cheesy cartoon and comic villains.
Martin spent the next half hour or so pondering his favorite villainous characters, imagining which one best resembled his charming barmaid. He found himself debating between Lorelei and Enchantress, stealing a glance or two every time he needed to refresh his mental image of her⊠not to mention a few more just in case. It was something of a surprise to him when he found himself alone at last call. Meredith rang the bell, and Martin sheepishly looked down at his mostly emptied glass, finished it, and reseated himself at bar for one last drink.
âYou know, we donât typically have anyone here for last call. If I didnât know better, Iâd say you were trying to flirt with me.â Meredith grinned and poured Martin another drink. âOn the house, to villains and their outlandish schemes!â
âI can drink to that!â Martin took a big swig, froth dripping down the side of face as he let his inhibitions slip a little bit. âYou know though, some of those schemes wouldnât have been so outlandish, if those superheroes didnât have plot devices thrown into overcome them.â
âYou might have a point there. I did always find it suspicious that heroes and heroines would keep letting villains go over and over again, letting them commit more dastardly crimes.â Meredith brought her hand up to her chin, as if pondering a deep thought, her index finger set aside, showing off her curly mustache tattoo.
Martin found himself focusing in on that curly mustache, using it to look at Meredith, without having to uncomfortably stare directly into her eyes. âIf I recall correctly, Wonder Womanâs creator even said he made her to draw out bondage fantasies.â
âConfirmed canon then, Wonder Woman is totally into BDSM!â Meredith smiled brightly, as if the two of them had just uncovered some great discovery. Martin couldnât help but feel the infectious energy as well, as he too grinned conspiratorially.
Meredith leaned in closer, bringing her face up close to Martinâs, her mustache villainously extended over her upper lip. âYou know what my favorite kinds of classic villains are Martin?â Meredith deftly wiggled her finger mustache as she raised an inquiring eyebrow. Curious where this conversation was suddenly headed, Martin shook his head.
âMy absolute favorite villains are the evil hypnotists. They have some of the cheesiest names and props. You know, real original names like Hypnota, Hypnotia, Mesmero, Mesmerella⊠did you know there was even Hypno-Fish? Talk about trip to the aquarium.â
âUh huhâ was all Martin could say as Meredith talked at what seemed a mile a minute, her curling mustache wiggling wildly, making it hard to focus on it as well as what she was saying.
âIt was the hilarious props though that really got to me though. Sure some had telepathic powers, but the real fun ones used all sorts of silly tricks. The Mad Hatter had his hypnotic hat and cards; The phoney booth plopped little light bulbs on itâs victimâs heads, and who could forget the hypnotic rings given to Ginger and Mary-Ann? But you know I have to say, Iâm really a fan of a more classic approach. Do you remember the Ringmaster? Thereâs a classic villainous hypnotist. He put on a real show you know. A colorful green suit covered in stars, with white magicianâs gloves and spiral on his top hat, he looked every bit the villainous hypnotist part, right down to his mustache.â Â
Martin nodded along, not even noticing the emphasis upon the mustache, which no doubt would have been a cue to someone who still had a clue as to what Meredith was about to do.
âNow then, I mustache you another question my dear. I suspect the answer to be quite clear. Do you remember how the Ringmaster hypnotized his victims? Of course you do, with his spiral hat, of course! But I never understood why he ever needed the hat at all when right on his face was the key, as Iâm sure you now can see. All it takes is a gentle finger curl, and suddenly there appears that hypnotic swirl. Itâs all youâve been focused on for quite some time, so much so that youâve not noticed this rhyme. Nor will you notice my devious crime.â
Martin couldnât help but stare forward as Meredith waved her finger hypnotically in front of his eyes. His conscious mind didnât even know what had hit him as his thoughts became fuzzy, heavy, and dull.
âSurrender my pet, you have no free will, you have no mind! You now belong body and soulâŠto Mistress Mynd!â With a dramatic snap of her fingers, Martinâs wide eyes suddenly shut.
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Martin awoke in his hotel room the next morning, head still fuzzy from the night before. He must have had too much to drink at the bar. Martin shrugged it off, smiling to himself as that was the price one pays for flirting with the a barmaid. They knew how to drink guys under the table with a smile. Still, he hadnât actually blackout from drinking since his college days. Martin sighed as he packed his things. It was a shame he hadnât been able to secure those chips, and after all those long meetings and negotiations. Oh well, at least Denver was nice. Certainly, he be recommending this hotel to all his business partners. Great nightâs sleep, and an unforgettable staff.
Martin couldnât help feeling like there was something he was forgetting though, but if it wasnât something he remembered, itâd probably be fine if he just forgot all about it instead. Martin smiled brightly as he handed in heâs keys to the concierge, looking forward to the next time heâd find himself in Denver. Maybe next time heâd have to see a show. Heâd seen an intriguing flyer for a Mistress Mynd that looked fascinatingâŠ
You Are Not Awake
I've recently come across some literature that indicates people have trouble discerning when they fall asleep.
Individuals given a polysomnogram (a sleep study) couldn't pinpoint the moment they fell asleep during the test, and they often believed themselves to be awake when they were, in fact, sleeping. The test monitors brainwave activity, among many other things, making the moment of "falling" asleep extremely clear...at least for the person administering the test. The person being tested, sleeping, typically finds things to be much more blurry and uncertain.
This isn't much of a surprise to me (or hypnotists in general), since subjects often believe themselves to be quite awake when they first drop into trance. Much like falling asleep, without careful monitoring, the line between wakefulness and trance can be quite blurry. The mind is intriguing like that.
To be fair, though, the indicators of trance aren't always supremely obvious. The moment you slip into trance is often subtle and silent, much like when you enter another state of consciousness while reading or listening to music, driving, dancing. You've been following my words for a bit now, and it probably hasn't yet occurred to you that you are not awake.
You are not awake.
Do you believe me? Consider it; how do you really know when you're falling into trance? It's a bit different for everyone - and you may have learned your own indicators - but how precise can you be? Most of the time, you are told when it happens, or you tell yourself. Sometimes you are counted down to 0, told to sleep, instructed to relax deeply...but these are suggestions to get your conscious caught up to things that are already happening. The drop could have happened at any time, should you be sufficiently distracted. That is rather the point, after all.
You have been focused on my words this entire time, distracted by them. You find it easier to focus now than when you started. Your breathing has slowed, your body has started to relax, and you've been tuning out the rest of the world bit by bit. You remain at least partially aware of your surroundings because you haven't yet been instructed otherwise - there is no need. If you like, you can remain fully aware of your surroundings.
You are not awake, and you haven't been since you started to follow. Part of your mind may have begun to analyze this notion when I first told you, but you aren't going to let it jar you awake. A much stronger part of you knows, intuitively, that I am telling the truth. You came here to submit; it's no surprise that you have.
The part of you silencing the analysis and doubt is excited by the idea that you can feel fully aware and alert while sinking deep into a trance. You can surrender to my suggestions without showing any outward signs that you are enthralled. Only you will know.
You are not awake.
Think to yourself that "it is important to follow and obey. I am really not awake, am I?"
Feel a rush of pleasure simply from doing as you were told. Feel another rush as you realize that despite feeling aware, you are not in control anymore. It feels good to obey. It feels good to let your thoughts give way to my words. You'll continue to obey.
I like to call this a waking trance, despite the fact that you are not "awake." It is very easy to slip in and out of this state when you follow my words. Easy enough that each time you read, "you are not awake," you let yourself slip under my control. You can bring yourself up, then read again and slip back down. Give it a try.
You are not awake.
Feel your hands freeze in place for a moment. Count to ten in your head, nice and slow, and feel the pleasure of obeying along with the bliss of submission. When you reach ten, your hands will return to normal.
If you're feeling particularly brave, you could even follow and obey like this in a public place. Don't worry, you'll be rewarded for following my words whether you submit in public or private. I won't push you into uncomfortable situations.
You'll follow my words through the next sections, and choose your own surrender depending on your preference and circumstances. When you've chosen, you'll be compelled to read again, more slowly to feel a more potent effect.
You are not awake.
Should you choose to surrender to this waking trance in a public place, you'll find yourself compelled to softly mouth or think to yourself "I am not awake. I feel awake, but I am not awake. I am in trance. I am obedient." As you do this, you'll feel a stronger sensation of pleasure and content pass through you. Repeat those phrases to yourself a few more times while maintaining awareness of your surroundings, and continue to learn how easy it is to slip in and out of waking trance simply by focusing on my words. You'll find yourself drawn back to that phrase when you're next in private.
If you are comfortable and would like to intensify that satisfaction from obedience, you'll leave a comment about your experience in waking trance, especially if you chose to try it in public. It is important to follow and obey.
You are not awake.
Like I said, you won't feel obligated to try waking trance in public, unless you are naturally drawn to the thought.
I understand, there is always the allure of the comfort and privacy of home. Trance, even waking trance, can be a very intimate thing.
Should you choose to surrender to this waking trance in private, you'll find yourself unable to resist chanting quietly, "I am not awake. I feel awake, but I am not awake. I am in trance. I am obedient." While the pleasure reward for doing as you were told flows through your mind and body, you will spread your legs and touch yourself for me.
As the chant continues, you'll feel your eyes glaze over as you stare helplessly at the screen. You'll find that you have no control of your own pace, drifting steadily deeper. In private, you'll find it very easy to slip into waking trance, but nowhere near so easy to slip out of it. I'm sure you won't think to mind. It is important to follow and obey. Stroke yourself to orgasm for me as you realize how enthralled you are by my words.
You are not awake.
In either scenario, you'll wake shortly after, feeling surprisingly refreshed...and perhaps a bit mischievous.
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hehe hypnotized peoples will say and do all sorts of silly things
I love reading your words, seeing your image, and dropping like a good hypno toy đ”âđ«
That's because you ARE a good hypno-toy <3 Looping and spiralling Drifting and falling... Wandering off... Floating back... Staring, sinking, scrolling... And having the time of your life <3 Don't forget to smile for me....
When you DROP <3
Mmmmmđ€€đđ”âđ«
wanna be your dumbb toy.....,,đ«
And knowing what you want is the first step, sweetie <3 You just have to commit... and focus... Stare.... and let that relaxation start to seep into your body. Let it coax your mind... Into a warm... gentle... Sleep <3 So that your body can do Exactly what it needs to~ And anything I want it to Shhhhh..... That's right~ Down down down... Deeper... dumber... Happy and horny... With another deep breath... And you're ready... To begin <3
deeper and dumber is the way to go fo sho
12 years!
Apparently I've been tumbling for 12 years now...
I feel soo old....
11/10
11 out of 10 hypnotized subjects would recommend being hypnotized. Totally unrelated to any side effects including loss of time, numbers, or core concepts like thoughts and free will đ”âđ«
One of my partners saw I was kinda stressed out about some chores that were piling up...
So a few snaps and a costume change later, I was happily bouncing around the house, getting everything on my list done and then some ^-^;
Even had time to go bounce, bounce, bounce in place just to enjoy the feeling in my chest...
And hear the bell that keeps my thoughts from getting too big <3
And see the camera go click! To keep me that way ^-^
Just happy sounds... and happy feelings... and sparkles, and serve <3 <3
Sooooo much better than trying to like.... think my way through my chores, oms.
boing boing đ”âđ«
there are a few people on this hellsite where i get a little physical charge when i see a notification that they've interacted with something i posted. you are *absolutely* one of those people.
Awww <3 That's super sweet! Happy to bring your life joy and pleasure~ It's what the blog is for ^-^
day is so fine and then bam! find a blog that makes you fall and fall until 6 hours have passed. (not that i don't like dropping and drifting and floating along..)
Only 6 hours? I think you can do better than that, sweetie... You can give me more, can't you? Won't it feel good? Isn't it... what you want? You want... what I want... don't you? And I just want you to float <3 I ONLY want you to feel... good... So... Could you do yourself a favor? And... sink? And say "Thank you, Vixxie"? I think... that would feel... Absolutely... Divine <3
