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Orange Safety Cock

Doreen’s cock was orange. Bright orange, traffic cone orange, the kind of color that they made toy guns in because they wanted to make it very clear to anyone who happened to see them that they were anything but real. It was that kind of orange because Doreen wanted to make it painfully clear to Jessica that she had a strap-on between her legs and not a biological penis, and she wanted to ensure there was absolutely no doubt on that score because she loved the weak and whimpering look that crossed Jessica’s face anyway when she saw that waggling orange shaft. Because she knew Jessica’s secret. She knew what made Jessica mewl and pant and bend over in submissive arousal. And she knew that nothing made Jessica surrender like knowing just how weak she truly was.

Because Jessica had a thing for cocks. She didn’t mean to, it wasn’t something she developed on purpose–she just wound up developing a fetish for hypnosis in her early twenties, and without a local community to turn to in her small college town she wound up listening to a lot of audio files, and once she started digging into the wealth of material out there she found herself gravitating to the ones that made her obsessed with dick. And over time her private porn collection wound up full of pictures of big, hard, veiny shafts, and she found herself sucking on a dildo whenever she masturbated, and by the time she met calm, sensible Doreen she’d become entirely fixated on cock as the very center of her sexuality.

Even that wouldn’t have been a problem–to the extent it was a ‘problem’ that every time Doreen came out of her bedroom wearing a strap-on that swayed and jiggled in syncopation with her every step, Jessica found herself stripping naked and crouching on all fours like a bitch in heat–if Jessica had been even a tiny bit more careful about leaving out her toys. Because when she invited prim, polite Doreen over one Friday afternoon for a glass of wine and a Hallmark movie, Jessica discovered a little too late that she’d left one of her favorite toys tucked away between the couch cushions. And when Doreen pulled it out, there was no way to hide the reverent fascination that took hold of her and dragged her gaze to the phallic totem that never ceased to make her so very, very wet.

Doreen turned out to be a lot less prim and polite and sensible than Jessica realized that day, although she certainly seemed calm compared to the desperate whines of arousal Jessica let out. She remembered most of that evening through a warm red mist the color of the inside of her eyelids–she was so constantly horny, so needy for the cock Doreen held, that she never managed to open her eyes after they initially fluttered shut. Jessica told Doreen everything that night, compelled not just by trance but by the desire to unburden herself of years of secrecy and the desire to be understood. And thank god Doreen did understand. That was the night the two of them became lovers, and that was the night Jessica truly surrendered to Doreen’s cock.

And now? Now Doreen delighted in reminding Jessica that any cock, no matter how obviously unrealistic, made her weak and simpering and mazy and all too eager to please. And as embarrassed as she was to admit it, to Doreen or herself, nothing made Jessica wetter than getting railed by Doreen’s orange safety cock and fully admitting the depths of her conditioning.

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#fiction #hypnosis #not mine

jukeboxemcsa

Coffee at the Mall

“You… sneaky son of a bitch.” Tamika’s voice slurred just a tiny bit as the discreet insertable vibrator between her legs flared to life–a vibrator she absolutely did not remember putting into her pussy before going out to meet Layne for a cup of coffee in the mall food court, and one she did not notice at all right up until he pulled out his smart phone and connected to the Bluetooth antenna Tamika realized had to be sticking out from between her plump tan labia. Which meant he must have hypnotized her into doing it. And she’d once again completely forgotten the depth of his total control over her thoughts, perceptions and memory. It would be infuriating if it wasn’t so fucking hot.

And there he was, sitting across the table from her, an innocent smile on his tawny cheeks as he played with his phone like he was enjoying a game of Candy Crinklers instead of diddling his girlfriend’s clit. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, his finger wiggling the little red dot on the screen up and down with a casual ease that was utterly belied by Tamika’s squirming, desperate efforts to stop herself from moaning out loud in the middle of a public place. “Was this not what you wanted? Because I can certainly stop.” He took his hand away from the device, but Tamika couldn’t help noticing that he’d left it turned on about halfway. Not enough to make her come, but enough to leave her horny and distracted and… vulnerable? Oh, shit. Yes. Definitely vulnerable to his suggestions again.

“I, uhh, I’m not s-sayin’ I don’ wan’ it….” Tamika could hear that slurred, mazy quality in her tones intensifying, and not just because the buzz between her legs was making her clit throb so hard the pleasure felt like a drug hitting her fuzzy brain. No, she sounded this way because she was beginning to drop into a very light trance now, because Layne playing with her like this in a public place where she had to keep her composure was reminding her exactly how submissive Tamika truly was to her boyfriend. They’d been dating about eight months, not quite to the ‘moving in together’ stage but definitely to the point where they spent more nights in bed with each other than alone, and Tamika was reaching a level of hypnotic conditioning where she wasn’t always in control of when she dropped for him. And the teasing little prick knew it.

He reached back out and took control of the toy again, intensifying the buzz until Tamika had to bite her lip to avoid crying out. “Then what are you saying, babe?” he asked, knowing the building pleasure between her thighs was already stupefying her so much she had trouble answering. “Are you saying you want me to be a sneaky son of a bitch to you? Are you telling me that you want me to slip suggestions into your head and make you forget them and then trick you into coming out in public with me where you have to be a good girl and hide how horny it makes you to be used in front of a whole crowd like this? Is that what you’re trying to say?” He turned the vibrator up even higher. Tamika’s eyes went glassy with ecstasy.

Even so, she made her trembling fingers lift the coffee cup off the table, grateful for the spill-proof lid, and take a long sip. She put it back down, maybe a little harder than she intended, and looked Layne square in the eye. “Yes, Master,” she said, almost daring him to make her come. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Tamika knew exactly how much control she’d given him. But she also knew what she liked.

#fiction #hypnosis #not mine

cannabiscomrade

So Arizona launched an “education hotline” that allows “concerned parents” to report “””critical race theory””” and other things like ~gender identity~ being taught in the classroom

It would be a shame if the number and email were spread to bad actors looking to prank call the AZ Department of Education

602-771-3500 or empower @ azed .gov 🤡

Horne said two staff members are sorting through the calls, and two investigators are working on credible leads.

yeah-yeah-beebiss-1

and for the love of god, don’t just spam it with memes or le funny shrek jokes or whatever, they’ll just hang up

make plausible-sounding reports for things that don’t actually exist, so that they actually have to waste time/resources investigating false leads - the goal is to waste time they would otherwise be using to do their jobs, not to get tumblr clout for being an epic troll

neko-setsuka

So apparently the internet article said the superintendent wouldn't be deterred by the prank calls because they would 'taper off eventually'. It'd be a real shame if this post stayed in circulation via queues so they get a consistent list of prank calls to filter through. 😇

civilization-deactivated2030

Damn, would be real silly if someone automated phone bombing that number or something

the-hedge-hypnotist

This person is impersonating me...

I've been taking a break from most Hypnokink related activities since my Dad died in December and this person has decided to use my absence to pretend to be me and claim my content as their own.

I'm in the process of reporting the account but in the meantime, please be aware that this person is not me and has nothing to do with my content in regards to both The Hedge Hypnotist and House of Hedge.

Needless to say.. I'm pretty fucking pissed off that this person is taking advantage of my time away as I'm mourning. Please feel free to report their account and spread the word. I would appreciate it.

pruning-the-minds-garden

Hedge - the actual Hedge - has sent me quite a bit more information on this and I will be writing up my own post on this, but just so people are aware if they dealt with a person claiming to be "The Hedge Hypnotist" or a closely related name and linking to videos produced by the long-established person of the same name, between the dates of April 5th and yesterday (April 26th), 2023, then that person was very likely an impostor who had nothing at all to do with the actual, established person in the hypnokink community who has long been using that pseudonym. So, in short, you were dealing with a scammer. That may not be a person seeking to scam your credit card, but was certainly trading on the unearned confidence of using that name and pretending to that identity in order to trick people.

Since then that person has changed names, and has done so to the following:

Current Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/hypno-dreammaster

Other current socials https://inraptured.com/profile/MasterKaa91 https://twitter.com/SleepDoctor91 https://www.wattpad.com/user/UpbeatHypnotist92

Known Pseudonyms jamesk.tti at gmail James Kay (kink name) SleepDoctor91 (Twitter/Tumblr Handle) MasterKaa91 (Twitter/Tumblr Handle) DreamyDominant91#7395 (Discord Handle) Hypno Dream Master (Twitter/Tumblr Handle) (As you can see he seems to favor using "91" or [from other, unlisted pseudonyms/handles] "92" a lot. I assume one of those - i.e. 1991 or 1992 - might be his birth year.)

venn364

I appreciate the seed bombing of public spaces as a form of environmentalism as long as you're using native seeds but please don't do it to someone's front yard. I spent nearly six months constantly removing a plant I was incredibly allergic to only to catch someone seedbombing it back because it was 'pretty' and 'had every right to be there'.

My front yard is already filled with pretty and native plants. Even if it wasn't, putting seeds in someone's yard is a jerk move when you don't know them or their history.

I can't take care of a yard filled with plants that make me sick. My yard accounts for most of the neighbourhood's butterfly population on account of everyone else poisons anything in their front yard that isn't grass because of this kind of bad behaviour.

Yes, I'm cutting back a lot of the extra growth out front. It's a fire hazard, there's too much underbrush and I don't intend to be responsible for burning down the neighbourhood. Cutting back plants to reduce fire danger and ensure that I can take care of a garden neglected for over a decade is not a bad thing.

We got twice as many flowers this year because the flowering plants could actually reach the sunlight.

Stop seedbombing my front yard dammit!

karmajam

Looking through the replies and tags and I have no idea where so many people got the idea that seedbombing golf courses is in any way effective.

General rule of thumb with seedbombing is that blasting your seeds into private property (especially gated/fenced property) is way more risk than its worth. Not only is there a risk of getting tangled up in some dusty ass low level court, but cookie cutter suburbs and manicured golf courses with evergreen lawns and not a dandy in sight are far from prime seedbombing soil, as they'll most likely be herbicide-ed into an early plant grave.

And just to be clear, that's not a bad thing just because your efforts have been wasted or because the seeds were wasted, but rather because it just gives the owner another reason to bust out their Plant-Killer 3001EX and squirt a gallon of chemicals into the earth. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but depending on where it is and how much you shoot, it might not be that far off.

Anyway, I'm just gonna speak practically for a second here. Who is seriously out here spreading the idea that seedbombing a golf course (definitely private property, definitely manicured grounds) is somehow better- morally, logically, whatever -than seedbombing someone's frontyard (also private property, also has to be manicured to some degree). Take a second and really think about these things.

headspace-hotel

I've been saying this for a while

Guerrilla gardening has its place and that place is in empty, neglected areas that receive no attention apart from getting mowed or weed-whacked every month or two.

The idea is this: when your area was developed and buildings and roads were constructed, many plant species were extirpated from that area, and most plant species are becoming more and more isolated with populations in increasingly scattered locations

You are re-introducing plants into areas that either are suitable habitat, or where you could feasibly care for them

But the thing is

Guerrilla gardening appeals to the part of your brain that wants to stick it to The Man and do something exciting and risky and cool and "punk"

And I think that part of your brain can be ultimately self-serving.

Because many of the most effective actions you can do don't FEEL badass and subversive. They don't LOOK badass and subversive. Direct action is often boring as fuck and not illegal and won't be recognized as courageous and cool because it's very mundane and often tedious and sometimes gruelingly hard.

The truth is

Two or three friendly conversations with your neighbors about native plants are worth a thousand seed bombs

This type of popular image of "direct action" glorifies and lionizes this idea of an individual person doing something Cool and Illegal, and for the most part, this is a fantasy and a lie and a product of the terribly anti-human, anti-community, hyper-individualistic type of society we are in

Do you want to make your neighborhood into a lush paradise for native species? Talk to your neighbors. Do you want X institution to stop using pesticides on their grass and start a pollinator garden? Call them. Email them. Now find other people in your area who can support you and try again. See if your library can tell you about local environmental organizations. Reach out to the guy who runs the farmer's market or the lady who is in charge of the gardening club. Build up a list of contacts.

Do you know how you can get people to grow native plants? Do you know the number one super easy way to get people around you into growing native plants?

Grow native plants yourself, and when they spread or produce seeds, offer everyone free plants.

I cannot possibly recommend this method enough.

If you would throw seeds into someone's front yard instead of knocking on their door and asking, "Hello, do you want some seeds?" ask yourself why. Because the second thing has a much higher chance of actually having good results.

jukeboxemcsa

A Needy Good Girl Greets Her Master

Nhung knew she was doing exactly what she’d been trained to do, but that didn’t stop her from feeling ashamed of herself when Master came home and found her lying on the sectional sofa with her legs spread and her tits out and her whole body absolutely stinking of sex. She could feel her musk smeared up and down her thighs, coating her fingers, rubbed into the flesh of her pendulous breasts from hour after hour after hour of teasing, and she knew she had to have a look of stupefied helplessness on her face when she said to him, “Pet had too many edges and now she’s dumb.” Even the words, delivered in third person because she had the privilege of ‘I’ revoked weeks ago, made her cunt clench in arousal.

Thankfully Master understood. He sat down next to her, giving her a paternal pat on the knee, and said, “Oh, my poor girl. Did she spend the whole day edging?” He looked at her as though he didn’t expect anything more, as though he already knew that her small and simple mind was incapable of thought or reason once her fingers found her throbbing cunt and she began to rub, and it was honestly kind of a relief to be greeted with the mercy of his condescending assumptions. Even after months of hypnosis and brainwashing, Nhung struggled with a lifetime of cultural programming that told her to be strong, be useful, be ambitious. She was so glad someone could look at such an obvious slut, with her dazed eyes and her disheveled clothing and her undisguised lust, and thing, 'Yes. That’s what I want in a girlfriend.’

She felt herself nod, the action feeling less and less like something she was doing and more and more like something that Master was eliciting from her as she stared meekly up into his eyes, and said, “Yes. Once she did her chores she–” She whimpered, her fingers finding her stiff brown nipples and beginning to rhythmically tug on them as her thoughts went back to the morning and the stupid lust that crept over her. “She thought she was going to play video games, maybe. But instead she vaped herself dumb and edged until she was all leaky for Master.” She squirmed, unable to entirely avoid the embarrassment that accompanied the admission. Video games were the last kind of productivity Master allowed her, meaningless achievements that slowly weaned her off the need to make her day count. To find that she’d finally given them up in favor of teasing her pussy felt simultaneously gratifying and mortifying.

“That’s my good girl,” Master purred, sliding his hand under Nhung’s disheveled dress and rubbing the tan flesh of her pubic mound right over her clit. “That’s my precious little angel. Does she need a cummie now, mm?” Nhung’s cunt flared with sensual heat at the degrading, patronizing term for her orgasms–it always felt so diminishing, having to admit to her desires in such childish ways, but at the same time it freed her from a lifetime of constant demands that left her burned out and overwhelmed and perpetually anxious by the age of thirty. She wanted to be brainwashed instead, and the lingering clash between Master’s programming and everything put in her head by wider society only made her subjugation that much more hot. She nodded again, the motion now instinctual and automatic, and her reward came when Master slid two fingers inside her and began to thrust.

#fiction #hypnosis #not mine

debora-goth

#spiral #fast

sir-dyke-genderpunk

“A society which cannot tolerate genderbending or cross- dressing ultimately will not tolerate homosexuality, bisexuality, or any other deviance from sexual or gender norms, no matter how closeted or assimilated.”

- Dagger: On Butch Women, 1994

pruning-the-minds-garden

Unsafe Hypnokink Creators and Hypnotists List

And other unsafe persons

This list is to lead to the posts that I come across that detail credible (and I am using my own definition of credible; I'm not a lawyer nor a court of law) accusations of wrongdoing by hypnokink creators, and therefore people to Avoid. The article names here are going to be the names of the people who are detailed in the linked article, and where parenthetical attribution is given that is to indicate that the post is not written by me. I'm doing a Read More in order to make sure that as I edit the content below the cut (the list of creators), it updates the text that appears on Reblogs.

pruning-the-minds-garden

I'm reblogging this because of an addition to one of the already-noted persons on the list. Professor Mesmer had a Buzzfeed News article written (in part) about him.

I have issues (unsurprisingly) with some of the things in said article, but not the parts that matter for Mesmer's presence on this list. I also have it from more than one direct source that he is James and James is him, so just know that link is already made. I don't want to out anyone without their permission, though, so I won't name names beyond what I have done. Anyway, thought I would let people know about that and about the article being a thing that happened.

#real problems

kittyplanchett3

y'all have seen the article so here's my story:

This is gonna be a tldr sry bout that 🫠 cw: abuse mentions/sa/drugging

------How it all started:

I decided to meet a guy at a bar that I had been chatting with online about hypnosis because I was curious. It led to me being sucked into an insanely abusive situation. He met the other girls the same way and some of them like me were also creators/very experienced in kink outside of hypno. Some of them were also experienced in kink & hypno and even with their knowledge on safety got sucked into the same situation.

At the time my life was pretty stressful and I was looking for new ways to unwind. I had been interested in mindfulness for years/used to teach classes on meditation & things and I was curious about hypnosis. I didn't think hypnosis actually worked or that it was real at the time. While we were getting drinks he offered to show me what a vanilla session felt like and took me back to his office after hours to hypnotize me. I didn't take any extra precautions/wasn't nervous because I truly didn't think hypnosis would work and really just wanted to confirm that it was placebo or social pressure that got people to do things. I also felt pretty confident that I had control over my mind after years of meditating daily and wasn't too worried someone could fuck with my head in any malicious way. Surprisingly the hypnosis worked, unsurprisingly the session didn't stay vanilla and he took advantage of me that first night after trancing me for hours and never taking me out of trance to have any distinct check in before starting to make things sexual...and he ofc used manipulation and gaslighting and hypnosis to convince me I wanted it/initiated what happened.

I wasn't upset when I got home later and I was excited to listen to the audio file he gave me to assist with sleep (ofc I found out later it wasn't for that/he gave it to a few girls after first meet for same reasons.) I was also excited to try doing another session with him again and having him turn my mind off again because I truly hadn't felt so relaxed in yearsss even when meditating. The fact I had 0 intention of playing with this person that night/that I wasn't physically attracted to him/that he didn't stop to ask me about my limits or safe words before initiating sexual play etc didn't even cross my mind or concern me and it wasn't until sometime later that I would realize why I felt that way or why what he did wasn't okay or normal or acceptable.

Fast forward 2 years he gathered 6+ other girls in a similar way and was essentially turning us into his "dolls" using hypnosis, gaslighting, threats, general manipulation and physical/mental abuse. Some peeps didn't have as bad an experience as I did but for people who were physically living close to him he acted the most reckless. I had moments of clarity a lot and would disagree or challenge my tist when he wanted myself or others to do something unsafe and that was reflected in how he treated me. There were times something in my life unrelated to the files would make me recall something he did with the clarity of what actually happened (and not what he manipulated me to believe) and I would get super upset and confront him about things...the first time I met him was a huge issue that came up and I didn't realize his offers to come over to talk about things that day were malicious. He also constantly bugged me about meeting my friends and wanting me to recruit them. He never met any of them because I just stopped seeing them/hanging out and talking to everyone for like 2 years...at the time it was the only thing that I thought I could do to prevent him from meeting them and it's left me very isolated/I lost a lot of connections.

About his sadism...it was rly bad. One thing he loved to do surrounding the first time I met him was to regress me back to that night or the day after. He would make me forget who he was but he would make me remember what he did. Then he liked to watch my reactions. He would make it so I couldn't scream/throw things when an apparent stranger who I remember sexually assaulting me as if it were the night before was in my house/on my bed. I would literally be tied up or unable to move/legitimately terrified for my life thinking and he would make me recall what happened and would slowly use hypnosis/gaslighting/manipulation to calm me down and make me get turned on by what he did until I eventually wasn't upset and I admitted I was thankful for what happened/happy he did what he did. The last time I remember he somehow got me to reconcile that I was aware that he did assault me and it was fucked up for him to do that but that it was what I needed and that I was happy to be so brainwashed that now I am thankful it all happened. One of the times he did this, he did it with another girl assisting him (and no pretalk or negotiations about any of this with either of us) and she was obvi uncomfortable because she was being used to assist him in assaulting me in a scene neither of us were rly prepared for intensity wise. I don't blame her at all because we all at times were being used by him to assist in hurting or punishing each other etc and she was also tranced before that session by him. He essentially seemed to get off on me vividly reliving experiences with him that involved him violating my consent. It was fucked and he also used aspects of these types of "lessons" to make me stay when I wanted to leave.

I tried to leave 3 or so times before I finally got out and he always managed using some combo of coercion, gaslighting, manipulation, threats, or hypno to convince me to stay/make me think I was wrong or overreacting/remembering stuff wrong about whatever thing. He also always offered to fix it with hypno and it always ofc made it worse. I was afraid to ask for help at the time cuz of how much control he had over me in various ways and I didn't think anyone would believe me as he often told me to post about how much I loved my experiences/how great he was etc and I did it cuz I was afraid of upsetting him. The social reinforcement was also very strong. After I left he tried to get the other girls to stay by telling them I was brainwashing them not to like him and that I just had a different viewpoint on what happened than him...which wasn't the case. He would deny he did something to my face even if the girl sitting next to me was in the room when it happened and tried to manipulate the other girls into staying by either trauma dumping, bringing up his depression, love bombing...you name it. Thankfully everyone left.

Hypno on its own can be effective but paired with other forms of control and abuse and being surrounded by people that are reinforcing it because they are also being hurt and either don't see what's wrong or are afraid to bring up a problem because they don't want to be punished/made into an example just makes everything soooo much worse. Again tho hypno was just that...a tool. He would have been abusive even without the hypno and he often abused us out of trance. Blaming hypno or just the files is wrong and I don't want people to use what happened to us to demonize the kink.

Before anyone accuses me of making any of this up there are multiple girls who witnessed the abuse irl/people in other countries who messaged myself n others when we were in it seeing what was going on/being concerned and I have years worth of screenshots, photos of injuries, videos of me clearly not in the state to consent etc to back up everything I have said.

------Where does Bambi come into all of this:

I didn't even know hypno files were really a thing when I was started on the bambi files as my first set of files. My tist mentioned they were for bimbo stuff and would help me turn my mind off but I thought it was more of a sometimes for fun thing and I def didn't know they could cause problems until it had already started working. In the very beginning I enjoyed the files and thought they were a fun way to turn my mind off and he very much at the start made sessions focused on my pleasure. It was until later on that everything became focused on him and it happened so slowly that I didn't notice that change as it was happening. Over time tho I started running into problems with being forgetful, unmotivated, easily distracted, I became too agreeable and it scared me when I noticed it etc. He consistently misled me about issues I was having and anytime I brought up a concern from something I saw online he acted like the poster had no idea what they are talking about/that the files are safe.

Since I left that dynamic I've added tons of info to an unofficial faq I started about the files that contains triggers not listed by the creator on the official FAQ, full transcripts of the files and a list of safety issues for harm reduction. I've also worked with other mods who have the same view I do about harm reduction and safety and we decided to ban the creator from the discord because we aren't okay with how they hide behind anonymity and intentionally mislead people about the files they create. you can find the unofficial FAQ/transcripts (wip) here:

Being involved is nice because I feel like I'm using my horrible experience to possibly help someone else avoid going through the same thing with the harm reduction resources like transcripts that I'm creating. It's also challenging because of emotional and other types of flashbacks certain language/trigger words or imagery give me but I feel like I was kind of put on a pedestal as an idol of sorts while I was in the cult because of my Bambi transformation process and because of that I think I'm in a good position/have the experience/motivation to try to talk about the safety issues.

------Would you ever recommend someone listen to the Bambi files?

That's a deeply personal decision and I feel like it's invasive to inject my own limits, experiences and feelings about the files into someone else's sex life. I would however mention that before they decide to listen they should check out the info I've been compiling first because informed listening is important and the files have programming that can cause massive safety issues irl especially around consent. I've written things about this in the unofficial FAQ I've been working on.

------Why haven't you reported this person to the police?

This is a huge case that would effect everyone that was hurt in different ways and if I reported they would by proxy get sucked into my investigation. I want to give everyone the time they need to heal. I've gotten free legal advice that's avail for victims of assault and this likely would be a federal sex trafficking case because at times he crossed state lines and at times, he did things that would be considered sex trafficking...other abuse not even considered. It's a big deal to report, it would be a big case, reporting doesn't always end up with the victims getting justice and it's traumatic af for everyone who was involved that was hurt. I'm not at a place I can invest time in that and still maintain my sanity. I might report someday, but not rn. If someone else reports him I'll stand by them and help in any way I can.

------Where did this happen:

The general Boston Ma area for the most part tho some stuff happened to other girls out of state.

------Last thoughts:

It's been almost a year since I left and I still love hypno, I still love making hypno/bimbo content despite my experience. I also still love making content for bimbo because the community is fun af and the people who listen always get really excited about new files and it makes me excited to make them. I'm rly thankful my experience hasn't tarnished hypno for me. I also appreciate everyone who has been understanding of my hiatus from a lot of things last year. I'm finally back to making things regularly again but it was hard for awhile.

Also idk where y'all got the idea that being arrested for prostitution was a concern all of us have but that's not the case. He never paid me money to see him. Even then I talked to a lawyer and that's not an issue. Someone individually may have that concern but legally it's not mine and I don't like being grouped into that assumption.

Also all the girls that I know that lived closest had no problem with their housing. We were concerned that he knew where we lived and had keys to some of our houses but none of us ever lived with him. No idea where that came from but yea.

#real people #real problems

jukeboxemcsa

A Bratty Slave Pushes Her Luck

“I don’t think this is very fair, you know!” Amanda called out, unable to stop her lips from quivering in a childish pout that almost completely ruined any kind of gravitas her statement might have. Which wasn’t much, she knew, what with her petulant tones and her see-through mesh top and her legs spread and her skirt hiked up all the way to her goddamn waist and her panties resting five feet away from the tree she was sitting under. But it would have been at least a little bit more impressive if she didn’t look like a pouty little girl on top of everything.

And of course it didn’t sway Master at all. “Of course it’s fair!” he called back from the picnic table, popping a grape in his mouth and favoring her with a condescending smirk. “Your panties are right over there, sweetie, and if you really are a big girl and a smart girl and a strong-willed girl who isn’t all brainwashed for Master, you can just stand up and go get them before someone comes by and sees you showing off your pretty pussy like a needy little slut.” And of course he knew that would only make her cunt wetter and leakier, and of course he knew that being leaky and horny and throbby only made Amanda’s brain fog up and made it harder to think about being anything but a good girl for Master. Which meant she wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until she apologized for being a brat, and Amanda wasn’t going to do that.

Really. She wasn’t. She was determined not to apologize this time, because every time Amanda gave in and crawled over to Master (figuratively and sometimes literally) and apologized for being such a naughty little girl she could feel a tiny little part of her independence melt into a puddle of lust that dripped out between her thighs and made her more genuinely submissive to her lover, and while she enjoyed the fuck out of their games, that didn’t mean she wanted… okay, yes, yes it did, it absolutely meant she wanted to feel herself diminish more and more into a smol and needy plaything who couldn’t fight her owner’s hypnotic control. But she should probably fight it anyway. “I, um, I don’t care if they do,” she pouted, not quite certain that her response made her sound any less slutty than Master’s condescending description of her but not really caring anymore. She was being defiant, that was the important part. That was all that mattered.

Until Mr Miller, their neighbor from down the block and an occasional partner in Master’s little games, came wandering by and shot her a look of such ostentatious surprise that Amanda instinctively knew her lover put him up to it. That didn’t stop her from letting out a tiny squeak of embarrassment and trying–and failing–to close her legs before she could show off her gaping pussy any further. “Oh–oh, um, hi, I–I was just, uh, I mean, I was, um, um, um… Master?” His only response was a chuckle, and Amanda began to get the feeling that simply apologizing wasn’t going to be enough to get her out of this one. Mr Miller knew what kind of girl she was, after all. And he would almost certainly want to give her a good hard fucking now that he knew how wet she was. With a whimper, Amanda crawled over to the picnic table and presented herself to be used.

#fiction #hypnosis #not mine

cannabiscomrade

It would be a shame if the number and email were spread to bad actors looking to prank call the AZ Department of Education

602-771-3500 or empower @ azed .gov 🤡

Horne said two staff members are sorting through the calls, and two investigators are working on credible leads.

yeah-yeah-beebiss-1

and for the love of god, don’t just spam it with memes or le funny shrek jokes or whatever, they’ll just hang up

neko-setsuka

civilization-deactivated2030

Damn, would be real silly if someone automated phone bombing that number or something

ringofkees

The type of mind fuckery where you start a sentence in one part of the room and finish it in another. Confused, you go to ask what happened but before you can even part your lips to speak you're in another position, feeling a little fuzzier but unaware just the same. You shake your head, attempting to disperse the delicious dizziness clouding your mind as you look around the room. This continues, teleporting from one spot in the room to another, being positioned without your knowledge, trying so hard to keep from slipping under. And before know it, you're in your final destination. This time, on your knees. This time, you're in front of a swinging pendant. This time, there'll be no escape from the fuzziness swirling in your head. You're right where they want you, as you have been the entire time. Under their control and hypnotic spell.

jukeboxemcsa

Coming Home Always Feels So Good

“And sleep.” Wanda always felt a little bit guilty about the way she treated her wife when she got back from a business trip, but it was just so hard to resist triggering the beautiful brunette after so much time away from one another. Video calls only went so far when one party was in Nebraska and the other was in Osaka, and as much as Wanda loved using her fingers on herself it didn’t compare to Pam’s well-trained tongue. By the time she got home from the airport, Wanda was just about ready to jump her good girl’s bones… and knowing she had a trigger that would make Pam into a blank, compliant slave with the snap of a finger made temptation a little bit too hard to bear.

And watching Pam’s eyes glaze over, and her expression soften into stupefied ecstasy, and knowing they were sitting right there in the driveway and the bedroom was less than a hundred feet away… it made Wanda’s clit throb so hard she could feel every heartbeat with a physical force. “Leave the bags, sweet girl,” she growled, her contralto voice husky with lust. “Let’s just go inside.” Pam nodded blankly, a trickle of drool already beginning to gather at the corner of her slack and vacant mouth, and Wanda found her fingers trembling so badly with desire that she couldn’t get the key into the lock on the first try. By the time they got inside, she was so wet that the bedroom seemed impossibly distant and she wound up collapsing onto the couch instead.

Pam didn’t object. Well, she couldn’t, really, not in her current state. They’d negotiated limits, of course, and Wanda respected them every bit as firmly as she did her wedding vows despite more than a few of her co-workers treating the two-week trip as a hall pass to cheat on their spouses, but deep down she knew that years of hypnosis play had left Pam permanently submissive to her leggy blonde wife. A little thing like commanding her to kneel in front of Wanda on the couch and pull the horny woman’s pleated pencil skirt off before simply shredding the crotch of Wanda’s pantyhose with her fingernails? “That’s my good little slut,” Wanda purred, watching her lover perform the task without a moment of thought or hesitation. “Now lick.”

Pam sighed in lusty ecstasy as she practically dove face-first into Wanda’s muff, and it took less than a minute before two weeks of sexual tension melted into a glorious, intense orgasm that smeared Pam’s whole face with musk and left Wanda flat on her back on the long end of the sectional sofa. She and Pam had called each other every night while Wanda was away, masturbating together with the desperate urgency of two people who couldn’t get enough of each other, and yet when Pam’s tongue touched Wanda’s throbbing clit it felt like she hadn’t had a climax in months. She wrapped her legs around the hypnotized woman’s head and pressed her down as if she was trying to fit Pam’s whole head inside her dripping cunt.

It felt like hours before she was finally satiated, and Pam surfaced from trance to find her lover practically drunk with ecstasy and her mouth filled with Wanda’s taste and scent. “Did, um, did we….?” she mumbled, before Wanda dropped her again and began to finger Pam’s sloppy wet pussy. She always felt a little bit guilty about letting her pleasure come first… but that didn’t mean she didn’t take care of her good girl.

#fiction #hypnosis #not mine

jukeboxemcsa

Emily's on Automatic

Emily had long ago lost track of what she was doing. She could taste something warm and salty against her endlessly licking tongue, a flavor that connected with something primally erotic inside her empty head and made her drool with anticipation of some wonderful, blessed event, but the degree of higher cognition required to realize that she was slurping on her Master’s cock like a lollipop simply no longer existed in her hypnotized brain. She only saw the spiral now, swirling behind her eyes and tugging her thoughts away as fast as they could form, and her mind sputtered uselessly in loops of confusion that only deepened her conditioning.

And the entire time, her tongue kept ceaselessly working away at the tip of her Master’s stiff prick, working away at the frenulum until his smooth and steady voice began to tremble and strain with the effort of holding back his titanic load. Not that Emily knew what was happening to him, but she felt her clit began to throb with an excitement that required no thought at all to enjoy. She grew eager for whatever was going to happen next, but her licking neither sped up nor slowed down–she was too well-trained for that, and too deeply hypnotized. The pace of oral sex was her metronome, kept by the turning of the spiral in her mind’s eye and constantly tugging her will deeper into trance with a quicksand pull, and she didn’t need to do anything more to make her Master cum. The sight of his mindless slave and the relentless stimulation would do that.

Even when she felt his shaft twitching in her hand, a tangible reminder that his orgasm was approaching with all the inevitability of the tides, Emily still didn’t react. She was simply too mindless for that, too caught up in the spiral inside her head and pulled down by its endless undertow. Later, of course, she would recognize with a shy and sheepish delight exactly what kind of effect she’d had on the man she loved, and she would watch the video they made of her oral lovemaking with his semen still dripping from her face, but in the moment she felt nothing but the warm and thrumming euphoria of pure trance guiding her ever deeper. Master’s voice was training her to be a good cockpleaser. She didn’t need to think about anything but that.

She could have gone on like this forever, blank and brainless and happily licking with that same metronomic pace, but even the most self-controlled dominant has limits and Emily’s Master was rapidly approaching his. The voice in her ears stuttered and hesitated, groaning out hypnotic programming that became more and more rambling and repetitive as his own thoughts descended into the tip of his penis and gathered there for one final, culminating burst of pleasure, and if Emily had any kind of will of her own she would have used it in that moment to finish him off with a frenzied burst of enthusiastic sucking. But she was too deep even to know what was happening until the first jet of semen splattered across her cheeks, and it was only when she felt him empty his balls all over her face that she finally woke to realize she’d been a very good girl indeed for her owner.

#fiction #hypnosis #not mine

writtenbynath

The files called B*mb* Sleep are harmful. And it would be a lot less harmful if it was just a crappy set of files, but what makes it really dangerous is the people who keep pushing it on others, brandishing its harmful and dangerous reputation as points that make it interesting.

I don't get why anyone would think these files are harmless fun. Bimboification and free use are incredibly niche and don't always go together. You can't push this on people who just want to get hypnotised. There's a lot of stuff in these files that most people just don't want. Advertising it as harmless fun is ridiculous.

Fact of the matter is, those guys want a cheatcode to control other people. They can't hypnotise people, they need a file to do it for them. And these files give them open triggers to use on a person who has been conditioned. The guys who push these files on other people are just looking for someone to use triggers on, because they don't know how to actually do hypnosis with another person.

So, be wary whenever you see someone claim that these files are even remotely interesting. Be wary when someone says you should listen to a file and you don't know what it does.

Now I'm not intimately familiar with these files, bit as I understand it, they are designed to be listened to on loop or in succession, so that the user becomes conditioned. Conditioning is harder to resist and remove when you eventually want to stop and get back to your normal life stuff, like your job and your family. And these files don't just have a simple reinduction trigger that others can use, it's designed as bimboification/slutification, designed to change the interests and kinks of the user. That's a big decision with a lot of risks, not something people should advertise as "a fun file". It can really impact someone's life and that should be a conscious decision, taking into account all the risks.

Pushing these files on hapless people who just want to be hypnotised is wrong. Yet somehow these files have a bunch of fans who seem to do just that.

writtenbynath

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/jessicalucas2/erotic-hypnosis-bambi-sleep

Told you. The worst thing about those files are the guys who push them on unsuspecting people who just want to be hypnotised.

hypnomindstorm

When shit like this is what people outside the community know and hear about us, it's no wonder we get banned and blacklisted on every porn and adult meet site.

Stop forcing your fetishes on people. Especially the ones that can ruin their lives.

And just don't use those files. Don't share them with others, don't recommend them to others. Erotic hypnosis should be safe, sane, and consensual, like any other kink. We can make it that way, but we need to do a lot of work first.

Thanks for pointing out the red flags, @writtenbynath, as always.

jukeboxemcsa

Andi Lifts Her Skirt

Lou was getting that skeptical expression again, the one Andi recognized from almost a dozen previous dates. “I didn’t forget this time, okay?” she snapped preemptively, not so much angry as slightly stung in the pride by the implication in his mistrusting gaze. “God, you make it sound like I can’t even come over to your apartment without, um….” She trailed into silence, grateful that her tan skin hid the blush she could feel prickling at her cheeks. “Uh, you know,” she finished sheepishly, even as Lou raised a single eyebrow and her embarrassment redoubled at the look on his face. He was going to make her check, wasn’t he? He always made her check these days, even when they weren’t really going out.

“Look, I–I know it’s fine,” she babbled nervously, filling in his side of the conversation from the expectant way he stared at her as though she was a silly little girl and not a grown-ass woman who knew how to dress herself. “I just, um, I don’t know why we have to check, that’s all. If I, if I wasn’t wearing them, I… I’d notice, wouldn’t I? It would feel different, and I, uh, I, uhhh….” His other eyebrow went up, and Andi felt a surge of embarrassed arousal wash over her whole body and settle directly into her throbbing clit. Because Lou knew she wouldn’t notice. Because she hadn’t noticed, not last time or the time before or that time she couldn’t stop herself from lifting up her skirt right in the middle of the supermarket to see if she’d actually put on the panties she thought she had. And every single time, she was surprised to discover she hadn’t.

Her cheeks got even hotter, the uncomfortable silence stretching and deepening until she finally snapped out, “Okay. Fine. I’ll check. It’s not like we’re even going anywhere, we’re just chilling in your room and–” Her voice broke off as she lifted her skirt to see a bare, smooth-shaven pubic mound and a pair of soft labia that glistened ever so slightly with arousal. Because it did arouse her, didn’t it? As hard as she blushed, as much as she squirmed every time Lou made her check to see if she was wearing panties and as dumb as she felt when she discovered she’d somehow forgotten yet again, it made her so, so fucking wet to discover that she was nothing more than a silly little girl who couldn’t even dress herself without the help of her man.

Andi’s stare deepened, becoming fixed and vacant as her jaw slackened and drool began to drip from her ruby red lips. Something about that moment of discovery, about the sight of her own pussy staring lewdly back at her from underneath her skirt and reminding her just how foolish and scatterbrained she truly was, it… it was kind of mesmerizing. Andi couldn’t look away whenever Lou made her check her cunt for panties, and that only turned her on all the more. Even as she watched, she could see the tiniest trickle of musk drip out from between her labia and soak into the bedspread at the notion that she was out of the house with her labia so exposed and vulnerable, right out in the open and there for anyone to see any time she bent over or sat down. Like she was some kind of dumb horny slut. Like she was a silly, giggly girl who, who wanted to be fucked so fucking bad that she… that she….

“There we go, pretty girl,” Lou purred, as Andi’s legs spread wider and wider until her labia parted of their own accord and her pussy gaped hungrily for his cock. He undid his fly and pulled out his stiff prick, and the part of Andi who remembered his post-hypnotic suggestions widened her vacant smile into a blank, helpless grin of anticipation. This was what she came over for. This was what she loved so very much. And she was always grateful to her Master for debasing her in exactly the way she secretly craved.

#fiction #hypnosis #not mine

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