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@passionhypnosis
In case you're curious- that last fantasy goes both ways.
Being the high and vulnerable one who can't help but fail to hold onto every thought till they forgot they were even trying...
And the one watching them become more and more melted while I whisper, touch, and gaslight them into submission...
Both ways are an incredible turn-on! I love winning. :)
Trust me
CW: Intox play, CNC, Dubious Consent, Gaslighting, probably my most intense writing yet!
You made a bet with your friend. "I could eat a whole one of those gummies without feeling it at all."
A fun little bet, and you were confident! Slightly less, so now sitting knees crossed on their bed with a bag of those edibles in hand... But you're basically already there and are feeling stubborn.
"Now they might look small, but they can pack a punch. You could always back down if you're too nervous."
Oh, now they've done it. You? Nervous? Never! You reach in the bag and pop one in your mouth without hesitation. "This isn't my first time, alright? Now let's figure out what we'll do when I win!"
Your friend covers their mouth with a little giggle, "We can figure that out after, first we got to see if your story holds in an hour."
"Fine fine! Though it's going to be longer than that, I usually don't start feeling it till 2-"
They cut you off, "Nah these are faster acting than what you're used to, we'll be able to tell in an hour. Trust me." You tilt your head which they return with a gentle smile. How'd they know what you usually take? We've never gotten high together... You decide to shrug it off, "Alright, an hour it is then."
For the next 60 minutes they two of you just talk. Hobbies, gossip, life, it's all rather nice. The two of you don't get much time alone, just knowing each other from the same friends before today. Them accepting this bet was honestly a shock at the time, but hey, you aren't one to turn down a free high!
I'm writing something longer inspired by recent fantasies :)
No silly, you need to get rid of those thoughts. You want to be a good princess for your maids. You want to let them disrobe you and slowly dress you up in a big, impractical dress. You'll be a good princess for your head maid and sit still while she prepares you for the day. You don't need to take care of things yourself. Taking care of things is for maids, and you are just a silly slutty princess.
Isn't this so much better? You can already feel the changes. Letting out a haughty hmmph, because a bratty princess is a good princess. Aren't you happy now? You don't need to have all those yucky thoughts about what you need to do and where you need to be, because you are a princess. A good princess. The only thing you need to do is follow what your maids force you to do ā”
Posts like this are starting to make me really enjoy the idea of using princess as a slightly condescending sub title.
I found a sword yesterday! Long with edges just sharp enough that if I really tried I could wound you.
Gave me the thought of one on their knees in front of me as I rest it on their shoulder. So very close to that sensitive flesh of the neck...
But they hold no fear. They only stare up at me with dull eyes and a hanging mouth. Repeating in their mind an affirmation so loud they can't help but let escape their mouth.
"I swear my fidelity to you... I swear my fidelity to you..."
All while I smile hungrily from above. Sword held so close... foot finding its way between their legs... Encouraging my new subject deeper acceptance of their oath.
Anyway, just a thought I had. :)
imagine were arguing and then you pull out a spiral mid arguement and i automatically slouch and stop talking
Letās stop saying āIāve never met anyone who couldnāt be hypnotized.ā
I was having some teaātoo much caffeine at night is badāand I came across some texts that are as interesting as they are dull. As usual, I wonāt say who wrote it or post the screenshot with the name crossed out; that would get more likes, but we donāt want a witch hunt, do we?
Basically, this letās say anonymous text stated: āOh, if the subject isnāt hypnotized, donāt blame their mental health issues (ADHD, etc.).ā In other words, itās not the neurotypeās fault, but the hypnotistāsāand that theyāve never met someone who isnāt hypnotizable.
Although most of the time the problem is the hypnotist, thereās still that small percentage left. That deviation from the curve. That outlierāwhich is why doctors speak in percentages, in a range of probabilities. Someone resistant, who wonāt lower their defenses, who is afraid, who doesnāt want to let go.
Essentially, they decide itās better and more ethical to blame the hypnotist. And while thatās usually true, thereās an issue with your ego in thereāthat youāre the hero who saves the lost llama that couldnāt go into trance. Who do you think you are, that you must save the subject?
Is the hypnotist a hero? Personally, Iāve never felt like oneāquite the opposite, actuallyābut if I can say something: the problem isnāt the diagnosis.
But itās not the hypnotistās omnipotence either.
Hypnosis doesnāt fail because of the subjectās mind, nor is it guaranteed by the operatorās skill.
It failsāor happensāin the relationship.
That idea of a messianic hypnotist who always achieves a stable trance in their subjects without constant micro-adjustments and who comes out of the session revitalized and happy is a myth.
ā¦ Ā· Ā· Ā· ā¦
Hypnosis isnāt a spell that works in a vacuum. It needs something key: rapport. Connection. Trust.
No one surrenders to a vulnerable state unless there is at least some connection with the guide.
In person, this is woven through tone of voice, eye contact, body language, and realātime adaptation. Itās a dance, not a monologue.
Sometimes, trust isnāt the main focus. Thatās where another ingredient comes in: expectation and authority. Fame, reputation, ritual. A respected hypnotist can facilitate trance simply through the weight of what is expected of them.
And then thereās the third pillar, the most subtle: feedback. A good hypnotist reads microāsignals (breathing, blinking, muscle tension) and adjusts their rhythm and words in real time. Thatās why itās easier to hypnotize in person than over video call, and much easier than over text. A text canāt dance with you.
So before we declare āeveryone is hypnotizable,ā letās ask: What are we calling hypnosis?
Humans are bad at defining subjective experiences. If by āhypnosisā we mean someone following a simple suggestion (āyour eyelids are getting heavyā), then maybe yes, everyone can. But if weāre talking about deep trance, amnesia, hallucinationsā¦ thatās another story.
ā¦ Ā· Ā· Ā· ā¦
The phrase āIāve never met someone who couldnāt be hypnotizedā usually comes from someone who:
ā Only works in ideal settings (workshops, preāselected volunteers).
ā Defines āhypnosisā so broadly that any response counts as success.
ā Or ignores the failures (confirmation bias, ever present).
Itās not a superpower. Itās a game of cooperative influence and, like any game, it depends on the rules, the players, and the environment.
ā¦ Ā· Ā· Ā· ā¦
Hypnosis is probabilistic, not deterministic. It depends on:
ā The subject: their suggestibility, their mental state that day, their real willingness to let go. ā The hypnotist: their skill, their charisma, their ability to adapt. ā The context: privacy, safety, ritual, expectations.
Not everyone wants to drop in. Not everyone can, at that moment, with that person, in that place. And thatās okay.
The āinfallibleā hypnotist probably only dances with those who already wanted to dance. And that says more about the setup than the power.
ā¦ ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā¦
ā¦ Source: Yume Desu
ā¦ Date: 2026-03-01
ā¦ Status: Fragment
ā¦ Record: Complete
Princess girls and Puppygirls are both different manifestations of wanting to be loved in a way you haven't felt without having to kill yourself to earn it.
"Villainess" princess girls on the other hand can't accept they actually deserve that love or admit that they need is so they dress it up as something they are taking from you.
Cat girls want to be loved but don't want to be overwhelmed
Knight girls and maid girls are convinced they have to earn the love they're missing by becoming essential to someone else.
Being raised with the expectation that we would perform masculinity left us all with a hole in our hearts that nobody taught us to patch and we're doing the best we can.
What is a wolf girl?
Puppygirl who thinks she has to be scary to avoid being hurt again.
Audio File version of my last script induction! "Are You Restrained?"
First time making an audio file so please be gentle! ^_^
Hope you enjoy :)
Are You Restrained?
(And here is something I wrote this morning!)
What if you held your hand in front of you and gripped the wrist with your other. Theoretically if you then made that hold a bit tighter, would you say your hand has been restrained? The feeling is being caused but your other hand yes, but ignore that hand for now. Just focus on the one being held out. On that squeezing feeling circling around. Where is it tightest? The top? Bottom? Left? Right? Maybe evenly spread holding your wrist right there in place. How does that feel along your hand? As well as up your arm? Do you feel the circulation being restricted? How that tightness is spreading down your upper arm? How tight and restricted your wrist feels being held right there in front of you. Unmoving. Is that not how it feels to be restrained?
What if then we say while being held in place the tight feeling on that wrist suddenly felt so much heavier. As if a weight has been attached, becoming heavier every second. Pulling on your wrist causing it to start rapidly fall downwards. Down your Torso Chest Stomach Waist. Pulling harder and harder on that hand forcing it quickly to sink as if a weight had been attached. Dropping your attention down and allowing your whole body to feel a heavy pull right from your wrist. Suddenly heavy Suddenly falling Suddenly dropping Your wrist, your body, your mind.
What if that feeling pulled the rest of you with it. Pulling you all the way down. Slowly bringing you to the floor. Stuck in place as the heavy weight keeps making you sinking in. Continuing to pull at your mind's focus as your body is dragged down. Even as your hand stops you just continue to fall. Wrist moving slower. Body dragging deeper. Mind sinking further.
What if then everything started feeling that tight restraint? The heavy feeling spreading out up your arm Across your shoulders and neck Over your head Down everything else. Just a restricting squeeze with heavy weight coming from your wrist, covering your body, and spreading into your mind.
Continuing it's pull. Continuing to sink. Ever deeper. Ever further. If that was the case, would you feel like it was restraining you? Restraining your wrist. Restraining your body. Restraining your mind. Not allowing a single movement. Not a twitch, a thought, a word. Nothing more but the realization of how little control you've been left with. Realizing you can't move. Realizing you can't think. Realizing that you've been caught. Would you then say your own grip has made you restrained? Would it force you to nod that head and agree? Would it?
ā¦ That's good to know. Of course that is all hypothetical. There is no weight, there is no tight grip. You are free to move and to rise up. To stretch, to breathe, to smile. Able to continue to think as much as you desire. Because wouldn't be that easy to capture you! Wouldn't be that easy to restrain you. Right?
Fishing Through The Pond
(An old piece of mine I forgot about. Here you are!) A boat traveling out into a pond Swimming slowly towards the center Finding it's way past leaves and little green pads While the wind blows through The trees and the water And all things living in Once the destination is reached The sailor comes to a halt begins to hum a gentle song Sending a line zipping through the air Until it finds it's place Plopping down the surface Ripping through the waters that surround The waves pushing out towards the life around All floating through feeling the push Followed of course by a gentle pull A pull back towards a little red white ball Bobbing up and down as it causes the ripple Tempting those who see it to think Of the space in between Them and it As each push it gives Causing a pull from them A dance twirling back and forth Following the music hummed through the wet air Their bodies find themselves brushed by the wind As the mind focuses in On this space that begins to shrink Feeling closer than all else Yet impossible to reach Every step towards Making every inch longer Every inch longer Making the ripple even stronger Until the last one is reached And they find their hold Onto this ball, their object of focus Holding close, as all else is distant Spinning, twirling through waters to the hum As they are pulled along Without even noticing the line retracts This place they enjoy Turned from water, to a boat But does it matter when all they need Is this ball, and the music to sing Along they sing to the song Happy as can be So if they are happy to be Then you too will sing for them, won't you?
Here's a fun little water spiral I've made. I like the way this one both looks like it's ripple out, sending everything slowly out. But also looks like the center is swirling in a little whirlpool. Bringing only the focal point deeper into the waters while pushing everything else away. Only the center focus mattering, all else allowed to simply flow out and fade into nothing. Leaving only the most important part left. The Center. Only The Center. And Nothing Else... :)
Pokeball Caught you!
(Note- A silly little hypno story- and also the first then I ever wrote!! Also oral fixation heavily involvedā¦)
There you are, minding your own business when suddenly- WHAM! Something's hit you on the head! You turn to get a look, it's some kind ofā¦ ball? Before you can consider it anymore, the ball splits down the middle and opens up! You feel a force pulling you towards it. You try to move back, but the strength of the force grows and grows, sucking you straight to the ball. It almost seems to be getting bigger! ā¦or are you shrinking? Before you can think about it more the ball has enveloped you, closing back up as it latches itself shut around you! Darkness overtakes you, you feel around your dark metal prison, searching for some way to pry it open. When a smell starts to fill the ball! It feels almost, familiar.. like the smell of your home. Comfortable, relaxingā¦ Almost instantly you feel a fuzziness start to overtake your head, you try to shake it off but as you do you notice the a sweet taste in the air. Like your favorite treat, making you feel a pleasantness through your mouth and throat.
As nice as it feels, this is strange. How does it know what your home smells like, or what you eat? It almost makes being here not feel so badā¦ which just makes you want to get out even more- FLASH sudden light overtakes the entire room, blinding you! When you open your eyes and adjust, you see all the walls of the ball have been overtaken with screens upon screens upon screens. Upon them? Spiraling shapes and images, looping through over and over againā¦ They feel like they're drawing you in to stareā¦ To look closerā¦ You shut your eyes as you feel the compulsion. Feeling around blind to find your escape. But it's impossible to find anything in here without your sight! And there is this itching thought in the back of your head, almost like a sound echoing back and forth in this prison. Telling you to openā¦ just open your eyesā¦ It- it can't be that bad can it? You need them open to seeā¦ You do as the voice tells you, and are rewarded with another sweet taste in your mouth. The spiraling seems to have intensified, moving quicker and in unison.
Images & videos start to appear along the spirals- what are those? Taking a closer look you seeā¦ yourself. The moment you were put into this ball. Another person, the one who threw it? This is the person who captured you in here? Capturedā¦ Another wave of fuzziness comes over you, you try shaking it off. You were trying to escapeā¦ right? You see a big round button around a latch at one side of the sphere, that has to be how you get out! You start to walk towards it, finding your moments to feel very slowā¦ Each step feels like it takes hours, or maybe seconds- you can't tell. The only thing to look at as you slowly make your way is the spiraling images around. Hearing other thoughts bouncing along the walls againā¦ what are they? You can't quite pay attention as the sweet taste is flooding your mouth now. Everything just feeling so disarmingā¦ These sensations overwhelming you over and over againā¦ For hours? days? years? You can't tell, they are starting to feel like all you've even known. This smell is familiar, this taste is familiarā¦ The sounds, images, they must be familiar tooā¦ right?
Looking at them again you see yourselfā¦ you look so much awake, aware. Is that how you usually are? This fuzziness has been clouding your mind this whole time, it's hard to even imagine being that way. And this other personā¦ Who are they again? Your captor, right! They captured youā¦ capturedā¦ youā¦ They had to have done it for a reason. Why? Maybe they liked you, maybe they wanted to keep you for themselves. Wanted to give you these pleasant feelings, familiar sensations. Wanted you to feelā¦ good? Maybe they wanted to take you as their own, keep you as a slave. Slaveā¦ That means they'd want to be yourā¦ master? That person asā¦ your masterā¦ Making youā¦ obey themā¦ Is that right? Is that what they want? Or is thatā¦ what you want? Do you want that? Want themā¦ as your masterā¦ yourā¦ masterā¦ You fall down to your knees, going limp inches away from the big button. Contently staring up at the screens as a satisfying click can be heard from outside. The capture was a success, and now your master can celebrate their new pet.
Here's a fun rainbow spiral! Feel free to watch the different colors swirl around and be pushed out. Can see the futile effort to make it make towards the center, trying to get all the way in... Only to just not have enough to make it and getting pushed all the way back once more.
Enjoy the colors cuties :)
Sit here with Mommy...
(Note - I made this a while ago- and honestly forgot I made it. But feels pretty fitting for me...)
Look at you So stressed So worried About what's to come Take a moment Take a breath Deeply In Deeply out It's okay You're safe now Here with Mommy Wrapped up around you Petting your head All the way down the shoulders She understands And she knows what you need Mommy knows what you need She whispers to your ear "Mommy with take care of it" "Mommy will take care of everything" Such a soft voice Such soft breaths "There's no need to worry now that I'm here" Now that Mommy's here She will do the worrying for you She will keep those bad thoughts away "You only need to sit here with Mommy" Relaxing with Mommy Into her words Into her voice Into her touch Into your head Soft happy words from Mommy "Let me worry" Soft sweet words from Mommy "While you ease" Into your ears "Ease away" Pushing away all else "All else inside" Making it so much easier To lay back into her To set your heavy head down "Relaxing into Mommy" Relax into her embrace Blanketing your head "Blanking your mind" Covering your eyes "Fluttering close" Until nothing else is in sight Only the words you know true Bouncing in your soft skull The simple truth that She knows what's best Mommy knows what's best Mommy knows what's best Mommy knows what's bestā¦ "Mommy knows what you need" "Mommy's song in your ears" "Making all else but me" "Just simply disappear" "Just breathe in what I give" "And breathe out what I take" "So simple and easy" "Even an empty head can do it" "Breathe in that cycle" "It's all that you need" "Following what I say" "As all else begins to fade" "Only my voice matters now" "With the comfort it gives" "With the happiness you feel" "While it penetrates your mind" "In that addicted rhythm which I speak" "Just let anything elseā¦" "Simply fade away" "Only Mommy's words matter now" "Only Mommy's thoughts matter now" "Any else you do not need" "Why would you, when this makes you feel so calm" "Being wrapped up here with me" "It's the best comfort you could know" "Coming here must be such a joy" "And if it feels so wonderful" "Why not come back for more?" "What wonderful sense that makes to you" "As all my words surely do" "With a lovely smile that it gives" "Both me and you" "But for now, our time must end" "For now, you've relaxed to the peak" "But remember, I will be here" "When I take those worries once more" "Rise up, let the thoughts return" As she pulls you to your feet "Open your eyes, open your mind" "And be ready for the day" She smiles As you stretch And sigh Standing back up Once more And ready for life again Glad you enjoyed This little escape Until next time Keep the worries away~
First spiral, first fun! Enjoy. :)
