Hello, I’m Jasper, your local cosmic cutie :p. I mostly re-blog but will occasionally write up a post. My blog mainly consists of my following interests (and kinks):
* Hypnosis (if you couldn’t tell)
* Intox, usually medication or alcohol
* Somnophillia
Basically if it causes you to be a little out of it, I’m probably into it.
Closed DMs, especially for sexual matters. The only exception is if you want to discuss SFW hypno.
About me:
I’m a nineteen year old uni student at the time of writing this. I love painting, toucans and hypnosis! I have autism, which is a big part of my life and I sometimes re-blog ASD content. That’s all for now, might add on to this later!
NOTE: If you find this account and know me from SFW spaces, this is my personal account. I only explore my NSFW interests on this account. I love both spaces and keep them separate (as I should).
You're at a party, some house party your friend is throwing. It's alright, nothing special, early in the night, nothing's gotten too wild yet. Someone's set up one of those unofficial little bars, and it looks like one of the hosts friends has claimed the title of unofficial bartender. You watch him carefully yet efficiently make some kind of moderately complicated cocktail for someone, chatting the whole time. Maybe he's a bartender just as his day job? He finishes the drink, hands it off, and looks up at you and smiles.
"Were you wanting a drink?"
You startle a bit, blushing as you realize you'd been staring.
"uhh maybe, I don't- I don't usually drink. I don't like the taste very much." you give an awkward, apologetic half laugh.
The mans smile broadens. "Oh! I love it when people say that, if you'll tell me what kind of flavors you like i can mix you up something with barely any alcohol in it that will taste delicious, I promise."
He winks, and you find yourself blushing again.
"Uh, sure, I guess?"
You fumble through a list of the kinds of drinks and flavors you like. He listens attentively, nodding along, and once you're done talking he starts reaching for various bottles. He holds one up and tells you its just a pre mixed non alcoholic mixer, and it will make up the bulk of the drink.
You watch his hands as he works, moving quickly and efficiently. Within a matter of minutes he hands you your drink and waits expectantly for you to try it. You hesitate for a second, you really don't drink much, and you're worried about getting too drunk somewhere, but there's an impatient little line forming and people are looking and well he *did* say that it was going to have barely any alcohol. You take a cautious sip, and it's actually good! You can barely taste any alcohol, and it mostly just tastes like your favorite juice, slightly minty somehow, very refreshing.
You raise your eyebrows at him in surprise. "It's...good!"
He laughs "Yeah of course it is, I told you I'm good at this."
He smoothly moves on to the next person in line and you move away, absentmindedly sipping your drink. You finish it quickly, not even thinking about it.
About ten minutes later, you find yourself stuck in a conversation with a guy you wish had never been invited. He's not predatory exactly, just can't take a hint, and he's got you backed into a corner droning on about his...Bitcoin stocks or something, you don't know. Then like a light at the end of the tunnel, the bartender appears behind him.
"Hey man! Good to see you, man you've gotta be really happy about this recent upturn in the market huh? Listen I hate to interrupt but could I borrow them real quick? I promised them another drink and I just totally lost track of time!"
He quickly and smoothly ushers you away, and you let out a little sigh of relief. You feel a little...fuzzy almost, just pleasantly happy, and it feels suddenly very good to see him.
"Thanks for that." you blurt out. "I don't know how I would have gotten out of that one."
He laughs and assures you it's no problem. "I really did want to make you another drink though, come on I've got another one I really think you'll like."
You consider it and well, why not? It feels like a great idea all of a sudden and well he's so very nice, and he did just rescue you from an awkward situation, why not take just one more drink? He's pouring light, it'll be alright.
He makes you another drink and it goes down just as smoothly as the last one.
The next couple of hours go much like that, he just pops up periodically, offers you a new drink, chats for a bit. He seems really nice. As the night goes on you start getting more and more flushed, and everything just starts feeling great. You're more social than you've ever been, you're loud and happy, you stumble a little when you walk but you chalk that up to being a lightweight. Finally it all really starts hitting, it gets hard to think, and you wind up sprawled out on the couch in a pleasant, sluggish haze.
You slowly realize that someone is standing over you, and you squint up at them. Oh hey! It's that nice bartender again. You smile blearily up at him.
He chuckles down at you. "You look like you could use some hydration. Go ahead and drink this quickly."
He holds out another cup to you, and you take it and chug it without thinking. Then slowly list over sideways, the room spinning gently. Everything is so nice. You say it out loud.
"You're soooo. so. Nice."
He laughs again. "Yeah I sure am, come on, let me put you down for a lie down."
The other people around you, those that aren't also blitzed out of their minds, kind of laugh and then go back to their conversations.
He gently helps you up and then guides you back into the house. You vaguely realize he's taking you upstairs when he starts coaxing you up the first step. Even in your hazy state, this strikes you as odd.
"Hey aren't, don't. Don't most people go to the-the guest bedroom...? that'ssss downstairs....righ?"
"It's already full, I'm just trying to get you some privacy. Ah dear I didn't realize you were such a lightweight, I'm going to have to carry you okay?"
He scoops you with one arm behind your back and one arm under your knees.
You giggle. "Princess carry!"
He laughs "That's absolutely right!"
You kind of doze off and then wake up a little again when he sets you down on a bed and starts taking your shoes off. You lie back against the comfortable mattress, staring up at the ceiling with your arms outspread.
When he reaches up and starts tugging at your waistband, you look down with some concern.
"what-what are youuuu doing?"
"You're drunk enough you'll probably piss yourself during the night, don't worry I'm just trying to save your pants."
You give up trying to figure out if that's normal or not, and just lift your hips to help him get your pants off. you lay there blinking again, and then become aware that he has crawled up on the bed beside you. You slowly and painfully turn your head to look up at him.
"heyyy whats-you coming up here?"
Without saying anything, he suddenly straddles your chest, clamping one hand down on your mouth. Not that it would have mattered much, you're too out of it to even be able to process what is happening to you. You struggle feebly, but he doesn't even seem to notice. You hear the sound of a zipper, and then his hand is removed and replaced by something else.
"Open your mouth." His tone is completely calm, somehow almost indifferent.
"No what-what are you-"
He reaches down and pinches your nose shut, and when you reflexively open your mouth to breathe, shoves his cock inside.
You go completely still, brain unable to process what is happening.
"And don't even think of trying to bite me, or you'll really regret it."
Without any preamble, you feel him make a hard thrust as far down your throat as he can force it and you gag and struggle harder. He thrusts hard in and out of your throat and you feel tears leaking out of your eyes. It's painful and violating and it's making you really panic. You feel the edges of your vision start to go black and only then does he pull out to let you take a breath.
You choke and sputter and gasp for breath. "There we go, if you hold still I'll let you breathe, alright?"
Dumbly, you nod, and he shoves his dick back in your mouth, fucking it like a pussy.
When he finally pulls all the way back out you feel a sense of relief, okay it's over, it's done. When he rolls you over onto your stomach you just lay there limply, completely out of it.
You swim back into reality to the feeling of him between your legs and something pressing against your hole.
"N-no no wai-" you mumble. In one smooth stroke he bottoms out in you and you let out a gargled wail at the sudden violation.
He lays down on you with his full weight and presses your face into the mattress, fucking in and out of you at a brutal pace. You scream into the mattress, it's all too much too hard too fast. You feel overwhelmed and helpless.
You don't know how long he fucks you for but you start feeling him fuck into you harder and he grunts out. "'m gonna fill you up now you fucking slut. Take it fucking take it."
You whimper and fruitlessly try to wriggle away. More than anything else you don't want that to happen.
It's no use, in one last thrust he plunges all the way into you and you feel his cock twitching in you, filling you up. After he cums he pulls out and gets up while you lay there in a stupor. You hear a camera click a few times and then the door opening and closing.
The next thing you remember it's the next morning, and everyone at the party thinks someone else invited the bartender. No one knows his name.
I'm a very firm believer in establishing a consistent visual language when hypnotizing people.
Having established a puppet string metaphor to move someone's body, frame other suggestions in a similar way! Maybe tightly grasping the strings makes the subject unable to move. Maybe letting go makes them slump. Maybe their mind's got strings too, and you're using those to pull them up and down and up and down and up and down-
Anyway, that's just one example. How do you conceptualize your own mind? An intricate mechanism? A glowing web of connections? A computer program? A building? A placid pool of water, thoughts drifting across the surface? Whatever resonates with you, there's a way to exploit it.
As a visual type of person, this style of hypnosis is extremely effective on me. Never thought of how my mind works. Would be a shame if someone found out and exploited it :3
Halfway through creating a hypno website. I plan to have visuals, gifs, definitions and a q&a. I would love for some input on what people would like to see from the site. I have included a gif to get your attention lol.
condition me when I'm sleepy, when my mind super suggestive and my body is extra sensitive, when all my defenses are down
I'd be so far gone before I even realized what was happening, nodding along to all your suggestions, grinding against you, trying to satiate the growing need between my legs
make me your perfect little plaything when I'm half asleep and unable to resist your words
Bad idea to ask a hypnotist if they have the time cause they’re just gonna insist that you look at their pocket watch and swing it back and forth, back and forth…
And by the time you’re their obedient little subject like 10 minutes or longer are going to have passed.
I was playing with my worry stones and was like, I could do a trance with these. A tactical trance! Instead of visual fixation devices, tists should start using tactical fixations.
the thing about having a hypno fetish is that you can get this pavlovian response to like everything that's associated with relaxation and sleep. and then just the fact that you're having a pavlovian response is also sexy. anyway i really like the word "soothing"
the tub was large enough to comfortably accommodate both of them, the bathroom was dimly lit with purple lights, and the water was warm. jim sighed as he lowered himself into the bath, leaning back against adrianus.
"oh, look at that," they murmured. "you're already melting..."
it was true. it made sense, though. he was already prepared to relax, the atmosphere was nice, and on top of that, it was very easy for him to slip into trance with them to begin with.
maybe it was still notable how quickly he sank, but he was already too relaxed to care.
"that's nice," they whispered, running their hands along his skin. "it feels nice, feeling you release all of that tension..."
his mind felt fuzzy and soft, his body warm, relaxed, blushing.
"tilt your head back for me," they said, "and close your eyes..."
he did so easily and automatically, as they gently poured the water over his hair.
"tilt it a bit more..." they guided his chin with their hand. he offered no resistance at all. warm water ran down his head, his neck, his back.
"there you go," they said softly. "i'll just get the shampoo."
he had noticed earlier that all of the soaps were lavender scented, all saying things like relax, sleep, and soothe on them.
the thought was barely enough to get him to speak. "am i still going to smell like lavender after this?"
"to be completely honest," they said, lathering their hands, "it probably won't be very noticeable to you, by the time i've dried you off." their fingers ran through his hair, pressing into his scalp, sending tingles through his body. "but it's alright if you still smell it, later," they continued. "how nice would it be, to stay in a trance for the rest of the night? you don't really need to wake up..."
their fingertips massaged his head. his breathing was slow and deep. "that would be nice," he said quietly. "you're right."
"that's right..."
the scent of the lavender sent him deeper. there was something about the idea of having that scent rubbed into him. as if it would soak through his scalp, to his brain. a literal sort of brainwashing, scrubbing and cleaning with fingers, soap, and warm water.
they began washing away the shampoo, carefully running more water through his hair.
"tell me if any soap gets into your eyes."
"it hasn't."
"that's good. you've been doing very good, jim."
he knew that he hadn't really been doing anything in particular, but the praise was still nice.
"you can tilt your head forward again, if you'd like. you can open your eyes, as well, unless you want to keep them closed."
he opened them, though only a bit.
they were massaging the body wash into his skin now, starting with his shoulders and back. "that's right," they cooed, as their fingers pressed into his skin and muscles. "just relax. you're in such a nice, pleasant trance, aren't you? feeling so comfortably sleepy..." their hands moved down his back. "the smell, the lights, the water... the very room you're in is telling you to relax."
he didn't think it was possible for him to feel any better than he already had, but their murmurs combined with the massaging motions were irresistible.
"it's always easy for you to relax around me, isn't it?" their hands wandered, rubbing his arms, his stomach, his chest. "it feels good to relax. to let go. to melt..."
even as they touched more intimate places, he was only focused on relaxing. he was only thinking of the trance he was in. their voice and touches hadn't indicated that he should be feeling anything else.
"just let yourself be completely scrubbed clean..."
they didn't need to tell him. he was already allowing it.
"all of your thoughts are being rubbed away... washed off..."
both their voice and movements were slow and drawn out.
"you feel clean, don't you?"
"i feel clean," he repeated.
"you feel relaxed."
"i feel relaxed..."
"when we're done with our bath, i'll help dry you off, put on some lotion, and help you into a nice, soft robe... and you can enjoy this feeling for the next few hours... unable to wake up. you'll feel the soap in your skin... you'll smell the lavender... you'll feel how clean and soft your body is. how clean and soft your mind is. and you'll want to keep it that way. you won't want to ruin it."
normally, it was difficult for him to stay in trance for extended periods of time, especially without someone actively giving him suggestions throughout it.
still, right now, he had a feeling it would be a while before he would come back up. they were right. he didn't want to ruin it. he wanted to feel his clean body against the clean sheets when he went to bed that night. to feel his clean mind against their suggestions of sleep. softness rubbing against softness. no friction. no resistance. he only wanted to relax.
I’ve been looking for a story like this. Something about being in water is oddly hypnotic. Also scent is always a great addition to a hypnosis story 10/10
