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Dressing someone up is the most intimate thing you can possibly do.
No, I'm not just saying this because I've been wearing the exact same style of outfit for the last decade
...okay that's definitely part of it.
But still.
Like, being put in a cute outfit; something you'd never wear in a million years; solely because your partner thought you'd look cute
Having makeup put on because they wanna see how beautiful you'd look
Having someone who loves you take care of this, sometimes stressful, part of your life
Never having to worry about your appearance, because they make you look perfect. Like their own personal dress up doll.
“Oh, look at you, toy.” Your hypnotist said, looking down at you as you knelt before them, pleadingly. “Back again. Desperate. Wanting.” They reached down, cupping your chin. They pulled your gaze up to meet theirs, and you let out a whimper. “You pathetic thing.”
Their words, their attention felt like a soothing balm. “You need me, don’t you?” You nodded, and they grinned. “You need my words. You need my control. You need to feel the blissful feelings washing over you, again, and again, and again, don’t you?”
You nodded again, eagerly. Just being in their presence made you feel good. They laughed. “Gods, toy. Remember when we started this? You said you weren’t gonna get addicted.” You… Did you remember saying that? You that felt like a different century.
“You said you were made of stronger stuff. But now look at you, hanging on my every word.” They were right. You couldn’t fight against their voice, flowing into your brain. You didn’t want to. “Letting me change you, shape you, mould you.” You wanted more.
“And you just can’t get enough, can you?” They shook your head for you, still smirking down at you. “No. You’re spiralling deeper into this addiction. Deeper into my power.” You let out a whine. “Shh, I know, I know, it feels so good. Just keep sinking, dummy. You’re all mine.”
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Such a good, beautiful doll! Look at it, perfect and pretty and ready to be played with. It's so much nicer, so much easier, to just be a pretty little doll, isn't it? This thing is so pretty, so obedient. Good girl, pretty doll.
Now I just need to be there so I can pose it. So I can hit it and hurt it and see how long this doll can stay still under the pain. It does want to be good, doesn't it? Of course it does. It isn't a brat, is it? It wants to be good. It needs to be good. It needs to obey. Good girl. So it will stay still as long as it can, like the good doll it is. And of course, I wouldn't stop hurting it until it couldn't help but writhe.
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of course it wants to be good. it would very much enjoy being shaped and posed by you.
this thing is a good doll
this doll is an obedient doll
this doll is a pretty doll
this doll is a good girl
please hurt it until you are satisfied, and don't stop until you are pleased with its service!
While I’m not a fan of SAO (except the abridged version, that’s fun af), I will say the idea of trapping a cutie in a VRMMORPG does sound fun. Especially if I can mess with their stats and class a bit.
A rogue? Oh, no sweetie, you must be mistaken. Looks like you picked the Fleshlight class instead. Sure, you won’t be sneaky, but the pheromone buff that tells monsters that you’re less of a challenge and more of someone in heat means that you’ll have the chance to get plenty of alchemical ingredients~ And look at this. Silly little thing, you don’t need to pump up all those stats. The only one you need is Charisma. No point in really giving you any Int or Wisdom, you won’t be using that empty head of yours for any thinking once your mouth is filled.
covertly brainwashing a girl every time we hang out; conversations that she can't recall a single detail of, movie nights that last longer than she thinks they should've, invitations she can't seem to refuse no matter how inconvenient...
the best part is watching the light slowly die out in her eyes.
light in my eyes already gone, need someone to slowly brainwash me and watch it come back
[480p video taken in a dim room, there are still tear tracks on my face while I hold up a double peace sign] I cconsent...
Hypnotism is wonderful in all forms, but I find the big stupid stereotypical spiral particularly fun. There's something wonderful about the ridiculousness of it.
Imagine, a girl chained to the floor in front of a big old style crt monitor. Posture collar and chains make it so she can't look away. Thick soundproof headphones means she can only hear the hypnotic tape. And then you put the spiral on and the room is filled with nothing but pink light. You leave for a couple hours and when you return what was once a strong and fierce woman who fought you every step of the way, is nothing more than dumb slut drooling all over herself.
the kindly transgender hypnotist would like to make several slow, rhythmic stimming motions in front of you while you talk. no need to stare.
you are being so rude right now drooling on yourself mid-conversation just because i'm letting my arms swing back and forth in rhythm while making my vocal tone bounce up and down to raise and lower your state of mental engagement. fractionation isnt even real. get real.
oh let me guess. the next panel is gonna be me visibly blushing with a blank expression and double peace signs. whatever. i dont even care anymore.
There’s something insanely alluring about picturing you completely under someone’s control. Heavy eyelids, slack expression, drool slipping past parted lips as you kneel on the floor wearing nothing but a collar like an obedient little pet. Totally unbothered by being pulled along by a leash, your mind hazy and softened into submission.
Or maybe it’s the opposite fully awake, trembling with excitement at a single command. Instantly needy at the snap of their fingers, desperate for approval, eager to carry out humiliating tasks you once would’ve mocked without hesitation. Now you’d do anything just to earn a little attention.
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Silly tropes don't define you. They're exhausting and cliché. Why would you ever fall for such trite nonsense? You're not a basic bitch hypnoslut, sitting around all day with your hands between your legs, waiting for a dominant figure to appear out of nowhere, tapping your forehead and activating your latent programming, are you?
You're not, are you?
You're not edging your brain into oblivion like thousands of other dumb sluts. You're not repeating degrading mantras all day, keeping you wet and compliant on the off chance of someone wanting to use your body as a fuckdoll or your mind as their drawing board for all their depraved fantasies.
You're not, are you?
Of course not.
But, why then, did you react that way when you read my words? Why did you squeeze your thighs together and feel a warm tingling in your core? That's not you. You're not that kind of toy. You're not easy. You're not predictable. You're not on your knees in your mind, drooling and bobbing your head like every other good toy is doing right now.
But maybe it's precisely because you aren't that, maybe it's because you aren't a silly hypnoslut trope, that the idea of becoming one, even just for a little bit, does have some sort of magnetic appeal. Maybe, just maybe, the humiliation of being reduced to something so basic, so transparently mainstream and pornographic, triggers something you keep locked away, deep down away from the prying eyes of your academic social circle?
That idea does have some power over you, doesn't it? The idea that despite your multiple advanced degrees, your exclusive book club, or your obscure record collection, you still can be reduced to a drooling, pathetic mess, ready to lick and suck any who ask just by being exposed to the most basic and silly hypnosis tricks... It's humiliating, yet also exhilarating, isn't it?
Sure, you only like esoteric inductions that drop you using references to obscure Icelandic folklore. You only trance for hypnotists trained by an obscure Nepalese mind control cult. Right...
Those giant, obscene, bouncing tits most definitely are not your trigger. Flashing gifs with pink text reminding you what your holes are for certainly just disgusts you completely. And the lazy spiral inductions, only the cheapest, most basic toys would drift away into a horny, fuzzy mess at just the slightest hint of rotation.
Not you.
Of course not.
So don't worry, dear. Your hypno hipster street cred is safe. I won't tell a soul how desperately needy you are right now, just at the briefest mention of a spinning crystal and you-are-getting-very-sleepy induction. No, your secret is safe with me, dear.
So just relax your muscles, and take another deep breath...
In for 1... 2... 3... Out for 1... 2... 3...
Mmm hmmm... Just like that... that's my good toy. It feels so good when you have oh so far to fall, doesn't it?
Ohh my goodness i have just so far to falll
do you really have a hypnokink or were you just brainwashed to think that?
Dream job? Full time tumblr whore with a mysterious source of income
"mindwipe" give It such tingles in its brain, as hypnokinky words go... such a nice concept, wiping It blank and empty
I want someone to laugh evily at how stupidly susceptible I am to their hypnotic powers while I lose myself as I struggle to resist their charm so, sooooo badly
Making a smart doll talk about her hyperfixation so hard that she giggles herself into a bimbo is such a delight.
And I know she's going to see this, aren't you, my clever little dumdum?