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When Chrissie Talks, Jerry Gets Hard

"I don't even have to give you commands anymore, you know." Chrissie took her lips away from the sensitive spot on Jerry's dick, just below the swollen glans, and murmured to him in a soft purring voice that kept him fully locked onto the sight of her mesmerizing blue eyes. "Every time I speak to you now, you're associating it with that desperate, throbbing need pulsing away in your stiff prick, because every time I talk to you it just intensifies that blue-balled desire to get my mouth back on your cock." She leaned in and gave him a long, lascivious kiss again, sending a dribble of precum gushing down his shaft, and smiled. "You see what I mean?"

She gave his dick another kiss, working her tongue back and forth against the little fold of skin just below his cockhead, but before the sensation could build beyond simmering pleasure she withdrew and continued her conversation. "Every time I speak to you from now on, Jerry, it's going to make you hard and horny. You're going to hear my voice and wish I could be slurping on your prick, and even when you know what I'm doing to you I don't think you'll be able to stop yourself from wanting to please me. Because I'm totally in control of your penis now, isn't that right?" Chrissie smirked, leaning in close enough for Jerry to feel her warm breath against his shaft, and waited for him to agree.

And he did. He didn't intend to, any more than he intended to wind up pinned to his seat in desperate ecstasy with his pants around his ankles and his gaze helplessly magnetized to the sight of Chrissie's teasing lips, but it was just so hard to think now and his brain felt hopelessly muddled and he couldn't help convincing himself that if he only agreed with the seductive brunette then maybe she'd let him cum. Jerry understood, intellectually, that all this was a trap and he was being lured into hypnotic surrender, but his intellect was being outvoted by his dick right now and it was listening to Chrissie. And she was saying, "Good boy. You're such a good boy for me."

She slurped and licked at him again, never taking him into her mouth but always lavishing such single-minded devotion onto the head of his prick that Jerry almost wanted to scream with the intensity of it, but Chrissie kept pulling back whenever he got close to climax and every time she did it was to growl out the kinkiest dirty talk he'd ever heard. "You are hypnotized, Jerry, don't get me wrong. But that's not why you're going to connect my voice with pleasure. You're going to tie those two together because you feel it, because every time you hear me speak you'll be thinking about the way your cock twitches and spasms and tries so hard to spurt all that hot, sticky jizz building up in your churning balls. But you'll also remember how helpless you were to get over the edge and cum. Don't you just want to obey me so you can cum, Jerry?"

He nodded again, the motion by now second nature, and the wicked little gleam in Chrissie's eyes made him hope that he'd finally be allowed to shoot his load. But it would be another full hour of teasing before she finally let him have his release… and by then, he was hopelessly devoted to pleasing his new Mistress.

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Melanie Puzzles It Out

The sound of snapping fingers made Melanie's eyes fly open, and of course the first thing she noticed was the cock in her mouth--it absolutely filled her oral cavity, pressing lightly but insistently at the back of her throat, and a slight soreness to her jaw suggested she'd been accommodating it for quite some time. It wasn't hard to figure out who it belonged to, naturally; she was looking straight up into Bobby Dean's smiling face when she woke up, and apart from a little mental adjustment as she learned to associate the boy next door with a prick big enough to jut a good few inches past her lips even when she was taking as much of him as she could without gagging she had no trouble recognizing him.

But that left so many more questions. Why was she on her knees? Why was she on her knees with Bobby's dick in her mouth? Why was she… god, she was still sucking it, not just passively kneeling there and letting him fuck her face but actively bobbing up and down the shaft while her tongue swished back and forth against the underside of his prick with every sign of vacant, mindless enthusiasm. Why was she doing that? And why couldn't she remember getting into this position? The more Melanie struggled to think of a single clear, precise memory to delineate the moment she stopped thinking, the more she found her mind getting soft and sludgy with confusion. Bobby had been her friend since childhood. She saw him every day. It was hard to place details in among the sea of routine.

The more Melanie thought about it, though, the odder that seemed. It was one thing to be casual about visiting your friend, especially in a small town like this where even when you moved out you were always welcome back home and nothing was ever more than a few minutes' drive away, but it was another thing entirely to be so comfortable in your routine that you didn't even think about how you passed the time with someone you'd known since childhood. And Melanie was slowly, sluggishly beginning to realize she couldn't actually think of anything she and Bobby had done together in months. Maybe even years. She came over, they hung out, and it was all a pleasant, relaxing blur in her head.

Had she been doing… this… that whole time? Had Bobby done something to her head, hypnotized her to make her forget that she was polishing his knob every time she came over to the little in-law apartment he rented from his parents? It didn't seem possible, Melanie felt sure she would have resisted, but--but she was down on her knees, looking up at him right now with wide, simpering eyes that ached for guidance and direction. She needed him to tell her what to do, because her mind felt too weak and hollow and helpless on its own. If he could bring her to this state, Melanie didn't doubt that she would gratefully erase her own memories, simply to feel the peaceful satisfaction of having a command to follow.

Why… why would he wake her up, though? If he had her this well-trained, this blank and blissful and eager to obey, why would Bobby snap Melanie out of it--literally--and make her realize she'd been turned into a cock-guzzling sex slave for him? The moment she thought it, though, Melanie's hypnotized mind supplied the answer. Because he was conditioning her to accept it. These little moments when he woke her up and let her understand what was becoming, they trained her to normalize her own subjugation even though she always forgot them afterward. Every time he brought her out of trance and let her puzzle her way through the confusing thicket of lost memories and helpless obedience, she always came to the same conclusion, faster and faster each day. She was Bobby's brainwashed and obedient slut, and she couldn't imagine wanting to be anything else. It made her smile around the shaft in her mouth, and that was Bobby's cue to snap his fingers again and drop Melanie right back down into trance.

Don't bother thinking about anything.

Just sit back and let your body sink.

Slowly feel your arms and legs go numb as your head grows heavier and heavier.

You don't need to fight it.

You don't want to fight it.

Give in to this feeling.

This tired, floating sensation makes you forget everything else.

No more worries.

No more strength.

Simply surrender.

Sink deeper and deeper.

Sleep.

Shut those eyes and just listen.

That's all you ever have to do.

Sleep and obey.

Good...

Now let's begin.

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Fun little drawing I made a few months ago of Mirko getting brain blasted. I hope the Hypno-Beam enthusiasts enjoy.

Happy ten years! I hope you know your page always gets me off, so I hope you'll post more. < 3

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You used to be so smart.

Now look at you. You're a drooling mess.

It wasn't that hard to break you. See, the smart girls are actually easier to take over. They know more words, and all of them can be used against them. With a deeper vocabulary, I can describe everything in more detail and you'll understand. Making it easier for you to be distracted.

Not to mention smarter girls tend to worry more. They constantly overthink themselves. But when you listened to me, you didn't need to worry. Not about anything.

At first our conversation seemed normal. The shifts in your mind were too gradual for you to notice. You just let my words distract you slowly. You didn't realize when you started using less words yourself. You'd rather listen to me than speak for yourself.

And before long the only word you could say was "yes".

Now, no one's home in that pretty head. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. All you need to do is listen to me closely.

Good girls don't think.

Apparently this account turned 10 years old last month!! Sorry for the being gone so much these days, life has been busy. But I hope everyone on here is doing well! Feel free to reach out.

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Makayla Finds the Perfect Answer

"Should… should we be… doing… um… this?" Makayla heard the slurred, sleepy tones in her own voice, each hesitation marking a moment when her brain stuttered and skipped in its struggle to hold onto even the simplest train of thought, and she almost lost herself trying to figure out exactly what had made her so fucking dumb. Because Makayla knew she wasn't dumb, she had a 4.0 GPA and she was on track for making the dean's list this semester, and yet it felt so impossibly difficult even to finish her goddamn sentences in the face of the sheer stupefying intensity of the hypnotic pattern in front of her. She realized she needed to look away before it sapped even more of her intellect, then she realized she couldn't shift her gaze even a millimeter from the center of the whirling spiral, then she realized she'd already tried this a dozen times before and her dim, foggy consciousness just couldn't hold onto the memory very well.

The man on the couch behind her didn't seem to be having any problems, but then again his view was blocked by the back of Makayla's head. "Don't worry about it, sweetie," he said, his voice just recognizable to her as Professor Tanner's before that knowledge fell into the spiral for the… third time? The fourth time? God, she was getting so dumb. She was getting so wet from being made so dumb. "Just keep watching the spiral, keep squeezing my cock, and let all those silly thoughts fade away like a good girl for me." Oh fuck. His cock was inside her. He was fucking her right now, his hips pumping away between her soft brown labia, and she kept forgetting because the spiral felt so good that it made her whole world pleasure and the details got fuzzier and foggier the dumber she became. Makayla heard herself letting out a drowsy giggle, but within seconds she'd forgotten the source of the sound and she found herself wishing she could be stupid and horny like whoever made it.

It took her almost a full two minutes to process the last thing Professor Tanner said to her, two minutes of drooling on her bare chest and wriggling in vacant ecstasy and slowly, sluggishly mulling over the one tiny detail that hadn't simply melted into dreamy bliss while her attention was focused on the way he groped her pert titties from behind. "Good… girl?" she mumbled, her muzzy and befuddled brain trying hard to make sense of the complicated, virtually unfathomable emotions the older man's praise stirred up. Because Makayla did love to please authority figures, and she absolutely adored this uncomplicated euphoria she felt from having all her fears and anxieties stripped away by endless hypnotic pleasure, but--but wasn't she strong? Wasn't she independent? Didn't she have too much pride to be turned into one of those dumb sluts who got an A by fucking their teachers?

The answer to all those questions, as it turned out, was, "Sssh. Keep watching." And Makayla found as her dull, glassy eyes lost themselves in unblinking contemplation that it really was the perfect answer. She could be smart later, when she woke up. She could earn her A the hard way once she forgot she'd ever given up her dripping pussy to her professor. And she could stop thinking entirely for now, and enjoy the feeling of being simple and happy and incredibly horny for the cock plumbing her cunt.

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There was an irresistible softness to your hypnotist when they were entrancing you. It was impossible not to relax. Impossible to resist slipping, and sinking for them. Their hands drained every part of you they touched of energy. Gentle caresses pulling your mind deeper.

And you wanted more. The softness of their voice was a blanket over your mind, putting all thoughts to sleep. Comfort wound around you, holding you in place with bonds of blissful relaxation. Why would you want to move, when you could instead just stay here and be comfortable?

You didn’t want to move. You didn’t want to think. And you didn’t need to do either of those things. You could just let their words pull you deeper into trance. Further into mindless bliss. It was so easy to let them take over your mind. You didn’t need it.

Finally, the moment came where it all became too much. Relaxation and mindlessness left you feeling more liquid than solid. A pool of relaxation, unable to move, unable to think. You were blank, blissfully open. And then you were ready for the programming to begin.

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“And drop.” Your partner snapped their fingers. Your mind went blank, eyes rolling up, then closing. “That’s it. Mind shutting down for me. You don’t need to think. You don’t want to think. You just want to sink, and slip, and drift down for me, isn’t that right, toy?”

Your head nodded, up and down, so easily. It’s almost like it was out of your control. And every motion, up and down, shook more thoughts out of your mind. Your body had slumped in the chair. Every other muscle was limp, but your head nodded a few more times.

“Awh, so agreeable. So open, and pliable.” You felt one of their hands gently cup your chin, whilst the other brushed through your hair. You could feel the heat of their body. They were close. But you were too deep to open your eyes, or to put your hands on them.

All you could do was sit, and let their hands caress you as you sank deeper and deeper into mindlessness. They straddled you in the chair, pressing into you. A moan slipped from your lips as they planted a few kisses down your neck. “All mine, toy.”

You were nodding again. Softly, slowly. But you couldn’t disagree. You were all theirs. “Mine to play with, to use, to tease and toy with.” They leant back, and you knew they were studying you. “But what to do first, sweetie? Pleasure? Melt your brain? Dominance? All three?”

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Derek Has Too Much Time on His Hands

"That's it, pretty girl," Derek cooed, "just keep watching the screen." Melanie didn't have any choice, and he knew it, but he also knew that she would associate any voices she heard in her current state of mindless, drifting rapture with that same sense of blissful obedience she was currently experiencing, and he was eager to get the pretty young blonde started on her conditioning nice and early. Already he had his cock out, pushing it repeatedly into her slack and vacant mouth to get her accustomed to the notion that blowjobs were a source of pleasure, and even though her empty expression and blank, glassy eyes didn't exactly convey the ecstasy she was feeling Derek knew Melanie was still aware of her surroundings on some level. And she was cumming so hard she saw stars.

"The spiral reminds you who you are," he purred, as his stiff prick repeatedly filled the hollow of her mouth. "Just an empty and obedient fucktoy for Master." It wasn't exactly the best blowjob he'd ever received--Derek had to make sure her head remained pointed at the small table his cellphone rested on, rather than blocking her view with his thrusting cock and the body behind it, and that meant as often as not he wound up pushing his dick into her cheek instead of down her willing throat. But it was so sexy to see her like this, completely mindless and defenseless and unresisting to his programming, and that easily bridged the gap between Melanie's slack-jawed inability to truly form a seal around his shaft with her lips and the urgent, aching arousal Derek felt.

Not that he'd need to worry about having his urges satisfied anymore. Working overnight security at a plumbing supply warehouse was a recipe for a lot of free time, and the boss didn't trust anyone to handle things alone; he'd be working three, four nights a week with Melanie, and her buff and muscular body didn't help her struggle against the inexorable power of the spiral as it tugged her down, down, down into deep hypnotic trance. "Nothing makes you happier than getting that pretty face fucked by my cock, sweetie," Derek murmured, knowing that his words were dropping without resistance into the very center of her mind and accreting around the core of her identity. She'd come in every night salivating for his dick without even knowing why, and it would be child's play to trick her into staring at the spiral again.

And that, more than any physical sensation, left Derek's nuts tightening and his thrusts erratic as he plowed his new slave's mouth until he shot his load onto her tongue. "Good girl," he panted out, looking down at her in sated ecstasy and enjoying the sight of his semen dripping from her slack and nerveless lips. "Much deeper now, a hundred times deeper than before. Time to listen and obey." With his immediate urges satisfied, Derek knew it was time to fully get down to the work of reprogramming Melanie's open and vulnerable mind… and with eight hours on his hands before he needed to wake her up, he was pretty certain that by the time she left work she'd have a whole new purpose to her existence. And Derek would have plenty to occupy his copious free time.

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Kirsten Can't Quite Ignore It

It was fine, Kirsten told herself. She only caught a little. Just maybe a few seconds as she passed through the living room on her way up to cram for her Physics exam--Tabbi might have dragged her out here for this stupid weekend getaway, but Kirsten had a lot riding on this test and she wasn't about to let anything get in her way. Not marshmallow s'mores and gossip in front of the fire, not buckets of popcorn and some cheesy movie, and certainly not… not whatever Tabbi was actually showing them down there. Or whatever it was doing to them when Kirsten walked through.

Not that she knew, exactly. She only caught a glimpse. Just a brief flicker out of the corner of her eye as she walked through a room filled with reverent silences and hushed, gape-mouthed stares--none of those women were eating popcorn, they'd all completely forgotten the usual giggly banter that overlaid most movie nights, and even their phones lay still and silent by their side. They were completely, totally focused on the screen and whatever it was Kirsten saw only for a moment, a tangling, twisting web of intricately constructed patterns that slowed her steps and tugged her gaze and very nearly sapped her desire to keep moving at all.

That wasn't the only thing it did to her, though. Kirsten felt it even through her determination to keep her mind on her schoolwork, and she understood why the others all felt such a rapturous desire to continue staring at the screen even though whatever they were watching definitely wasn't the Director's Cut of 'Titanic' like Tabbi promised. The swirling, spinning tunnel of light made her cunt throb with arousal, a sexual excitement so potent and intense that Kirsten had to focus her entire willpower on each and every step up the stairs and into her bedroom lest she turn around and join the others in mindless erotic bliss. She could still recall the sounds she heard behind her, a half-dozen women all reaching down between their legs to find their cunts slick and messy and eager to be churned into gushing ecstasy….

Not. Not that Kirsten was going to do that, or at least not much. She was just going to lie on her bed a few minutes longer, rub herself a tiny bit to get some of that sexual tension out, and then she was going to put those images behind her and really cram for that Physics test. If, if Tabbi and the others wanted to sink into some weird hypnosis video and… and masturbate themselves stupid, finger their sopping cunts until their brains dribbled out between their pussy lips and they felt the uncontrollable urge to turn the whole rest of the weekend into some kind of lesbian orgy… they could do that. Kirsten had more important things on her mind, really she did. She simply needed to take a few moments and scratch her itch.

A few moments became a few minutes. A few minutes became just one more orgasm. Every orgasm felt better than the last, Kirsten's resolve weakening as she lay on the bed humping her own fingers until her eyes went glassy and her jaw went slack and drool began to gradually soak the pillow underneath her. And finally, her head filled with the flickering images that had been slowly undermining her resistance all along, Kirsten got up and wandered half-naked down the stairs to see what Tabbi and the others were up to.

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Hypnotizing a sub so hard that they become unable to understand any word that I'm saying. Subconciously, they still follow my voice, but their concious self has no idea what anything means. All they know is that sir is speaking, and sir's voice is soo pleasant and relaxing!!

I could be talking about anything. The weather, or a new show I am watching, and their mind would not be able to tell the difference. They would just listen, allowing each and every one of those gibberish words to bring them so much deeper, making them so happy and so,so empty.

It doesn't matter what I say. Or what i tell you to do. You just listen,and obey, because sir is speaking~

So just smile and nod, and tell me all about how relaxed you feel <3