A place for mind kink

Hypnosis and spirals. NSFW. I'm 25 yo, if you're a minor, stay away from my blog. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Attention: empty tumblr blogs will be blocked.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Francine Helps Her Doctor With a Project

"Why don't you tell her all about it, Frankie?" Doctor Weston asked, and even though it was difficult to tear her attention away from the slick, dripping cunt in front of her Francine at least managed to take in enough of her doctor's words to obey the instruction. Her lips parted, and even though Francine's jaw momentarily went slack and her tongue briefly lolled out in an unthinking attempt to please the pussy of the squirming, glassy-eyed blonde she was kneeling for she nonetheless managed to babble out a stream-of-consciousness ramble about her favorite topic and her most cherished belief while Doctor Weston groped and fondled the receptionist sitting naked next to her.

"It feels so good to be hypnotized, Cherie," Francine heard herself gabble, her voice slurred and sleepy and unable to filter out even a single thought from her rambling flow of speech. "It makes me so wet to be weak and horny, it turns me on so much to be a slutty helpless pussy pleaser. I told Doctor Weston all about it, all about how much it makes my cunt throb and ache and drool to be a pushover for hypnosis and--and how to do it to other girls, and she's been… nnnnh… she's been practicing on me. Putting me into trance again and again, telling me to fight it and then figuring out how to hypnotize me anyway. Just like…." Francine swallowed hard, not out of any swell of emotion but because her mouth was watering so much it was difficult to speak. "Just like she did with you."

Cherie let out a tiny whimper at Francine's words, but the kneeling woman didn't know whether it was a last gasp of impotent resistance leaving her body or a mewl of desperate anticipation for her final fall into obedience. Either seemed just as likely--Doctor Weston had dropped them both at the same time, using her demonstration of Francine's susceptibility to hypnosis to ensnare Cherie's unsuspecting mind, and by this point the blonde receptionist was so wet and needy that the promise of getting her pussy licked was like an anchor on her mind. Try as she might to fight it, she couldn't ignore Francine's lips just inches away from her cunt, and the desire to be eaten out was gradually eroding her willpower until it was finally ready to vanish altogether.

And Francine had no willpower right now, waiting only for permission to seal her mouth against Cherie's cunt and drive her to new heights of pleasure. "You're going to love it so much when you give up and let me eat your pussy, Cherie, I'm so good at it and you'll be so happy Doctor Weston broke your brain and made you a pushover like me. I'm gonna suck on your clit until you can't think of anything else, and Doctor Weston's going to tell you how to be a good girl while you cum, and you're just… f-fuck, you're going to be so good against my tongue…." Francine probably wouldn't have been this enthusiastic to help Cherie see the virtues of mindless obedience if she was awake. But if she was awake, she would already have forgotten all of this.

Cherie finally gasped out, "yes, please, I don't want to think anymore," and by then she was such a mess that Francine's chin was immediately smeared with the musk of her arousal when she leaned in to lick. She felt Cherie's fingers knotting themselves in her hair, pulling her close and holding her face directly against the blonde's labia, and when Doctor Weston began to speak to them both Francine found that she was too busy licking to think about what she was hearing. But she knew she was being a good girl, and that was all that mattered.

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[secretlytranced]

i just wanna plan a day to sit in a hotel room with the door unlocked, brainwashing in my headphones, spiral and flashing lights on the tv, and whoever knows about it can come in and play with my mindless obedient toy body and then leave when they're done. just a toy. just to be played with.

[puppyrotten]

Lmao I’m so fucking stupid.

-I don’t fully like bimbofication because I think it’s important to have a sense of individuality.

-holy fuck dronification is so hot I want my mind erased I want all of my individuality erased and reduced to a rubber toy

[villainhypno]

i like sleeper agents but i like a very specific flavor. i dont usually like more robotic hypnosis, i like dopey sleepy stupid hypnosis. so im not As into sleeper agents getting activated and going rigid and robotic as they carry out their duty. but i Love it when they're activated and they just slump with a blissful little sigh as it settles over them, like a heavy blanket smothering away anything that isnt their new special job. clearly too out of it to remember what they're doing after the fact, practically asleep as they happily carry out their orders and then obediently return to their starting position to wake back up. thats cute

[feralposting]

A collection of spirals I like for gits and shiggles

[feralposting]

[chelefading]

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[prettylittletoezz-deactivated20]

Received a new Snapchat chat from Sir.

My cunt throbbed and I knew she was going to take control again.

He simply said ‘Hump’ and my brain broke. I don’t even remember what excuse I made to leave the table at dinner but I’m couldn’t care less. The second I closed the stall door my tongue fell out as my mouth opened and I snapped this pic to show Him I was ready to obey.

He replied ‘Start’

I set my phone up so I could be fully seen. My tits were already out, nipples stiff, and I was to keep my shorts and panties on. Sir likes my soaked panties.

He FaceTimed. And I began humping his chosen item. Today it was his boot.

My tongue was still out, I didn’t hear two girls come in and enter stalls nearby, and my eyes couldn’t leave his.

My cunt curled and pulsed with sinful pleasure that wrecked my brain. Sir was all I could see. All my cunt needed. To be used.

I started to get close and began groping my tits. My nipples always my weak spot. The pleasure roared to my ears but I never stopped staring into his eyes.

Hump. Drool. Pleasure. Obey. Edge. Obey. Edge.

This words swirled around until I heard a snap. My body froze. My breath caught. My brain went dark and my eyes briefly closed. They opened and I began to clean up.

“Good pet. Go back like nothing happened, but those panties are mine.” He told me before handing up.

I slipped my soaked panties in my purse, wiggled back into my damp shorts, adjusted my tank top, and walked to wash my hands. An old lady was drying hers and I knew she heard his command. My pussy throbbed and I bit my lip. I had to go back. I can play again. Not yet. Mm I was feeling so deliciously needy and horny and I was savoring it.

I walked back to my friends at our table but not before slipping my panties to the bartender.

[tineyearthling]

[oscuripensieri]

This is too pretty

[thelastmesmerist]

Attack of the Hypno-Zombie

The hypno-zombie has risen and she's hungry!

[ayerslix]

An excerpt from today's Slut School Pop Quiz.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Mindy's Special Cushion

There was a bright red cushion resting on the floor when they got to Jay's apartment, over by the far wall right where the hallway into the bedrooms started, and the moment she saw it Mindy couldn't take her eyes off it. She knew exactly what it meant, she could feel the pull of it on her suggestible brain the same way true north called to a migrating bird, and even though she managed to carry on a few halting conversations with Jay and his friends her gaze kept darting over to it as she lost her train of thought and wound up staring blankly into space with her lips parted into a wide, accommodating O.

Because she knew what that cushion meant, both to her and the collection of mostly male friends Jay had invited over for the night's festivities. A red cushion meant that the evening was going to get more and more debauched as it went on, with sex very much on the menu when it came to the group's range of activities, and Mindy… god, Mindy had been fucking programmed. She'd been hypnotized and brainwashed, and even though she not only knew it but actively and enthusiastically consented to it she always felt a little bit different about her knowledge when she felt it actively tugging on her mind like this. Mindy was going to wind up kneeling naked on that cushion, probably before the first hour was out, and from there her role in Jay's social circle was going to change fairly drastically.

The others all knew it, too. The men, the women, everyone on the spectrum in between, they all gave Mindy amused and knowing glances every time her eyes glazed over or she caught herself drooling down the front of her blouse. They'd all been to Jay's parties before, they'd all watched as the post-hypnotic suggestions lurking in Mindy's brain persuaded her to divest herself of her clothing one article at a time until she was totally nude… and once Mindy was naked, the pull of that bright red cushion intensified until she found her feet moving her in that direction without any conscious intention on her part. And once she was standing over it, Mindy always wound up thinking just how relaxing it would be to sink to her knees and stop thinking for a while.

From there, it was just a question of who would skullfuck Mindy first. It didn't always happen right away; yes, Jay's parties usually devolved into orgies by the end of the evening, but they weren't just about sex and often people were having too much fun just talking to simply launch right into the decadent lechery portion of the festivities. But the sight of Mindy kneeling there, staring sightlessly into the distance with her pert pale breasts waiting to be groped and her vacant mouth equally ready to be plowed, always enticed someone into holding her head in their hands and filling up that hole with a hard cock. And once the first blowjob happened, others swiftly followed. Jay was always around to check in with her, make sure she was doing okay, but apart from that Mindy's memories quickly devolved into one stiff prick after another for pretty much the rest of the night.

It left her in no condition to drive--one of her many, many post-hypnotic suggestions made the act of fellatio into an orgasmic high for her-- thankfully, though, Jay had a spare bedroom for that exact purpose, and she usually wound up cuddled with a few others who'd indulged too much in one pleasure or another and needed to crash for the night. The extra company made it difficult to extricate herself the next morning without a little more sex and submission… but that was hardly a problem for Mindy and she usually enjoyed the second day of being used even more than the first.

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[sexualeuphoria]

[ace-trainer-alice]

As much fun as training an active behavior is, a lot of the time it just feels to me like practicing communication with extra steps. It is fun when someone doesn't realize what they're doing. Like, training your pet to sit in your lap when you pat it is fun, training your pet to walk over to you or lean in when you make the right motion works wonders, or like training your pet to start following your hand when you snap in front of its face is hot as hell.

But personally, I feel like training someone not to do something is just hotter. Consider, like, training someone not to speak in words when your hands are on them. Ideally without them even noticing it. Give or take setting up the nonverbal safeword first. Training someone to freeze when you make the right motion so you can inspect them. Training someone not to try to pull away from your grip or break a hold.

I find the anxiety of it is dangerously attractive to me. Watching my toy sit there not entirely knowing why they're doing what they're doing but knowing that they're supposed to be doing this. The confused stares and fidgeting. Biting their lip and staring expectantly. Sometimes I'll point it out after, but sometimes they stop doing it when you tell them. It's just delicious to my sadism, an obedient toy staring up at me asking for permission with desperation in its eyes? All I ever want.

[cyclonehypnosis]

Imagining parading around a hypno sub, their mind so blanked they are unable to walk by themselves and just follow you around. Perhaps their eyes are crossed, mouth drooling. Perhaps you have them walking like a zombie behind you, eyes wide open with nothing behind them

Imagine bringing them to a con with other hypnotists and their subs. Instead of a "trophy husband/wife", where a partner is paraded around to show off their looks, we have a "trophy sub", where a sub is paraded around to show off how deep in trance they are, and how eager they are to serve their dom

[jukeboxemcsa]

Suzi's Own Enthusiasm Gives Her Pause

It's when Suzi's hands go behind her back that she realizes just how deeply she must have been conditioned by the man from the coffee shop--it was one thing to find herself wandering into a hotel room she didn't remember checking into, tugging off her skirt and panties and pulling her tight turtleneck shirt all the way up to her collarbone to expose her tits before lying on the bed with her face against the mattress and her ass offered in expectation, and quite another to deliberately and intentionally offer her wrists as a convenient handle to the man fucking her up the ass right now. Something in Suzi's mind wants her to be more helpless, craves to be grabbed and manhandled and used like a blow-up doll by someone she barely even recognizes, and the surge of pleasure she feels in her leaky cunt tells her she already lost to it long ago.

Not that she remembers being hypnotized, or programmed, or brainwashed--but Suzi's a smart woman, even if she looks like a bleach-blonde, big-titted slut with a broad pale ass that absolutely invites anal penetration. She knows that her behavior isn't natural, that it doesn't make sense in any kind of world where she's in control of her own actions, and she manages to deduce that all her submissive behavior has to be the result of some kind of deep and indelible external force acting on her conscious mind. And the fact that her pussy literally drools onto the mattress every time she thinks about being conditioned to obey tells her that she's fully and completely succumbed to that power.

Suzi very much wants a glorified stranger to walk into the room, not even bothering to greet her, and stick his lubed-up cock into her tight and hungry asshole. She wants to be an anal-only slut, something that always seems so natural whenever she's using a dildo up her butt to make herself cum and so utterly absurd in the moments after her climax before she forgets entirely what it was that got her off. She can't wait to feel this man's semen leaking out of her ass while she goes into the hotel bathroom and cleans herself up, and she can't wait to let this entire encounter slip out of her head and leave her blissfully untroubled by the soreness in her backside she's going to feel the rest of the day. Whoever did this, they've gotten to Suzi so deeply that she craves her own degradation and that excites her instead of frightening her.

It vaguely occurs to Suzi that she already knows it's not the man from the coffee shop who accomplished this spectacular feat of brainwashing; she doesn't have any idea who's actually responsible, that knowledge is hidden from her on a deeper layer of her conditioning that she can't access even during these brief periods where she recognizes the oddity of her own behavior, but it never even occurred to her to suspect him. He's just a beneficiary of her anal-only training, one of the many men who gets to trigger her and follow her to this hotel room and enjoy plowing her needy asshole while she begs him to fuck her the only way she can still want to be fucked, and he may not even know exactly who did the hard work of turning her into his slut. Suzi may never find that out… and she gets a thrill of ecstasy on realizing that if she ever did meet the people who did this to her, she'd probably thank them.

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[simon-says-shush]

Brainwashing people, and MAINTAINING that brainwashing over a long period of time, is hard work.

That's why so many people who style themselves as some kind of epic hypno villain are, in fact, simply absurd caricatures of incompetent disney villains.

You have to not only put in the work, you have to dedicate yourself to it.

[designertrances]

It is somehow a combination of long term project management, a curiously attentive entemology of a peculiar organism, and bonsai pruning... but sexual

[deeperforme]

Hear hear. So many *think* they want a brainwashed devotee, but when the rubber hits the road, they half-ass it. They cut corners, they slack off. They fail to really pound in that conditioning, triple strong. That's how things go south. "Remember who you are!! Remember, we're your friends who care about you!!" and they suddenly wake up from the spell? Couldn't be my thrall.

[feralposting]

A collection of spirals I like for gits and shiggles

[cutelittlesootsprite]

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[oscuripensieri]

For keepsake

[writtenbynath]

How dangerous is hypno kink really?

The problem with trying to classify how dangerous hypno play is that different types of hypno play have different risk profiles.

Hypnotising your partner casually for relaxation or party tricks is absolutely very low-risk. This is why I often advertise hypnokink as easy to learn and fun in the bedroom. Tricks like this are easily learned in one workshop and it just opens up so many kinky possibilities.

Intense hypnotic roleplay scenes and edgy sadomasochistic scenes are about as dangerous as shibari and impact play, as in the bottom will need aftercare because they may not be able to care for themselves for a while. The top might need aftercare too btw, I know I've certainly had my moments. Play like this might lead to trauma, despite everyone's best intentions. Now you all know I believe in RACK. I'm not going to say you shouldn't do it. I'm telling you that if you want to do this, you should figure out the risks and the precautions you could take to mitigate those risks. Inform yourself.

Now… Conditioning and brainwashing play, including but not limited to personality play, addiction play and/or online files, can be life-destabilisingly dangerous. Absolutely high risk! And unfortunately, this danger is freely available online with no one to provide a safety net or aftercare. It's hard to tell the "harmless" online files apart from the ones that could fuck you over, especially as a beginner. It's hard to tell the friendly online hypnotists apart from the culty abusive doms that could fuck you over. And it's hard to find help when you've become the victim of one.

If you didn't know, now you know.