born to fuck, forced to cry

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[slumbertrip]

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first off: i am a lesbian!!!

DNI: MINORS, terfs, pro-ana/thinspo, age regressors

things i like: hypnosis, possessiveness, some cnc

things i don’t like: men, cock, and almost every kink that i didn’t just list. they just aren’t my cup of tea.

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[hypnopum]

“Look me in the eyes, toy.” Your hypnotist said, holding your chin, pulling your head to look up at them. They were smiling down at you, as you sat in the comfortable chair. “Feel your gaze lock on to mine. Find yourself unable to look away.” You lost control of your eyes.

Their smile widened, as you stopped blinking, just staring up at them. “That’s it. Such a well-trained pet. So easy to control. And I want you to stare into my eyes.” You couldn’t conceive of looking anywhere else. “I want you to sink into them. You can do that, can’t you?”

They nodded your chin slightly, up and down, agreeing. And you were sinking. Your body was relaxing into the chair. It was so comfy. “Just stare, and sink, and drop.” They lowered their hand, and your eyelids fluttered, but didn’t close. They couldn’t. Your eyes couldn’t move.

“There you go… Still staring, unable to look away. No matter how heavy, and tired, and droopy, drowsy, sleepy those eyelids get.” As they spoke, those feelings intensified. Your eyelids were so heavy. “You can’t close them. Because you have to stare into my eyes.”

They leant down, coming closer to you. “Because you can’t look away.” They moved their hand on your chin side to side. Your eyes moved, staying locked onto theirs. “Good toy. So obedient. So blank. So blissful. Feel your thoughts draining away.” You felt it.

The sensation of your thoughts being dragged out of your head, and into their eyes. “Pulled into my eyes. And then comes your free will.” The sensation increased. “Your resistance.” Again. “Your personality.” It felt so good. To be so blank, and open, and empty.

“Drained away, by my eyes.” Their hand on your chin was all that was holding you up. “You’re just a shell. A weak, empty puppet, for me to control.” They were correct. That’s what you were. "To fill. And I will fill you, toy. When you’re properly emptied of everything that I need.”

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[hypnepenthe]

helpful partners always love to lend a hand 🤚 🌀

based on an old post from hypnoticdom1 because it’s hot af and I can’t get it out of my head 🥵

[alwayzzzleepy]

i want someone to catch me off guard with a pendulum… just suddenly filling my vision, like uhh right in front of me… swaying so perfectly… back and forth… back and forth….. i just knoww it would be so compelling, so easy to let my brain turn all soft aaand mushy while i sit and stare… just a little bit… mmh longer…

[slumbertrip]

whoops i just realize my last three posts on here were all just goofy…i think i used to try to pretend i didn’t have a personality on here but now i’ve been around here long enough to be like actually who gives a gaf if someone sees my personality and realizes who i am… if you know me you could probably guess i would be into hypno anyway

[slumbertrip]

i love gayyyyy yaoi smut yuppp! #yup

[slumbertrip]

sometimes i worry i’m not as into hypno anymore and then i have a dream where i’m like “yeahh this person is evil but i want to be hypnotized so bad i’m just gonna let them do it anyway” and then i wake up and desperately want to go back. so.

[slumbertrip]

very few things in this world better than cranking your hog on and off for like three hours

[averagevamptboy]

who wants to let me ramble about my nerdy interests then slowly start to touch me up and i start to lose my words quickly and stuttering and mumbling and eventually i’m just whining and can’t even think anymore

[sweet-cheese-cake]

My favorite type of hypnosis is when the tist is really secretive about it. You’d just be having a conversation, talking about a stressful day, and they’d say things like “that must have been so hard” and “it’s good you can relax now” as you find your mind getting slower and slower listening to their calming voice. None the wiser their putting you under for them. They’ll slowly sneak in hypnotic language until you just *drop* for them. Letting them play with your blank mind and limp body. They would act all caring and concerned but they’d be using you the whole time.

[divaofhypnosis]

Sensory deprivation and hypnosis is a great combo. Being blindfolded while listening to a hypnotist. Wearing headphones that block all sound except the wonderful words of a hypnotist. The only thing you can sense is your hypnotist’s voice. There is nothing but hypnosis.

[saccharinesadism]

evil hypnotist dom who starts counting down in the middle of a conversation when they notice you're getting sleepy

[slumbertrip]

instead of a headset, what about simple glasses that fit comfortably over your eyes. they’ve got two speakers positioned perfectly on either side to whisper soft suggestions into your ears. they play a gentle spiral on the inside, but from the outside, it’s not obvious at all that there’s anything unusual about these glasses. you can spend your day in blissful peace while the world around you is none the wiser <3

[homohypnoticus]

"have you been good?" adrianus asked, looming over him.

victor was on the ground below them, wrapped in their webs. they were thick enough to provide some cushion, so it hadn't been too uncomfortable, but he was certainly looking forward to being freed. he had no clue how long they had left him there.

"well, as you can see, i haven't moved..." he said. not that he could have even if he wanted to.

they crouched down, pulling out a knife. "oh, good boy. you've been so patient."

it was demeaning to be praised like that, especially for something he didn't have a choice in to begin with.

they carefully began cutting through the webs. it did make him a bit nervous, seeing them hold a blade so close to him, even if he knew they were precise and had a steady hand.

"just hold still for me," they murmured.

it was remarkable how often he heard that exact phrase from them.

"did you... were you able to meet with jim?" he asked.

"oh, yes. it went very well."

"...did you hypnotize him?"

they stopped cutting through the webs for a moment to look at him, still smiling pleasantly. "what do you think?"

they clearly did.

he wasn't really sure how to feel about that. jim was his rival, after all, and though victor had technically hypnotized him as well, it was rather brief. adrianus must have been in control the entire time. they were so much better at it than he was.

not only that, but victor didn't even get to watch. he had been stuck here, so as to not interfere with their first meeting. the one time he had tried to assert himself, the one time he insisted on arguing with them, on defying them, telling them that he was coming with them, whether they liked it or not... and he ended up trapped in webs, unable to do anything until they came back.

the thought of it made his heart pound and his face burn. it was impossible not to feel like he was beneath them.

"it's alright, victor," they cooed. "you know, jim told me i should reward you."

"he did?"

"he told me i should brainwash you, as a reward for all the waiting you've had to do. and i agree. i think it would be a very good reward for you."

he shivered.

"shh... i told you to hold still, now. i'm not quite done freeing you. you haven't forgotten that i have a knife in my hand?"

"i-i'm sorry, it was involuntary."

"i suppose i should be careful when i say that word around you. it always makes you so excited, doesn't it? then again, i can say just about anything in that tone of voice, and you'll react just the same, won't you?"

"i'm not a dog," he said, his face feeling hotter.

"i didn't say you were."

"you- you're doing it on purpose. you're treating me as if i'm- it's like how people avoid saying the word 'walk' around their dogs. that's exactly what you were thinking of, isn't it? and how people tease their dogs by saying random things in a high-pitched voice and making them get excited over it..."

they simply continued cutting him loose.

"you called me a good boy earlier. you're absolutely treating me like a dog. do you think i don't notice?"

they laughed quietly. "oh, of course you notice."

"you- you're just admitting it!"

"i am," they replied. "do you have an issue with it?"

they asked as if they already knew the answer, or perhaps as if there was only one answer they would accept.

half of his body was still wrapped up in their webs.

"it- it's just-" a wave of heat washed over him. "it's a bit... it feels a bit... strange. maybe a bit... embarrassing, or... you know, demeaning..."

"and that's how it should feel."

he blinked. "excuse me?"

"that's exactly how you should feel right now, victor."

his whole spine was tingling. he couldn't help but squirm again, even knowing he should stay still.

this time, they put a hand on him, to better hold him in place. "just be good," they whispered.

he had no argument. he found himself being quiet and listening purely because he was at a complete loss for words.

they finished cutting through the web, finally freeing him, but he still did not move until they indicated that they wanted him to.

"how are you feeling?" they asked, helping him up.

"...embarrassed?"

they laughed, though it was barely audible. "do you feel sore, or weak, in a physical sense? do you feel any pain?"

that was what they meant... "i do feel a bit stiff."

"let's do some stretches."

it did make sense, after he had been stuck in the same position for an extended period of time.

still, as they moved and guided his body, it seemed like another convenient excuse for them to be close to him, to touch him. and as gentle as they were, they did seem to enjoy pushing him just a bit too much, encouraging him to hold a few stretches to the point where it was overwhelming, and almost painful. it felt slightly sadistic of them - they cooed at him more, the more he complained or grunted, in a way that seemed less about comforting him, and more about expressing their own pleasure at his responses.

though he did feel much better after the stretching was over. he had the thought that he might become more flexible if he allowed them to do this with him regularly. it was alright to take advantage of this, for the sake of his health, wasn't it? he wasn't simply just... eager to please them. even if he had been conditioned to respond to their praise, and he had received praise after every stretch. even if he had... listened to them, and done exactly as they said, and held it for as long as they told him, no matter how intense it felt. it just seemed as if they knew what they were doing. it made sense for him to listen.

but, as he stood there, thinking about this, feeling the relaxation in his body, he knew. he was already in a light trance, and he had been for a while. it was becoming easier and more automatic to give in to them like this.

adrianus put a hand on his shoulder. "very good. let's get you a snack, as well. are you hungry?"

"yes," he said quietly, a little blankly. "i-i could eat, i mean."

"it makes sense that you would be."

it was a perfectly reasonable statement that was already true, but when they said it, it felt as if it became more true.

he couldn't already be feeling like this, reacting like this. they said earlier that they were going to brainwash him, but at this rate, it wouldn't make much of a difference.

he tried to focus his eyes, to blink it off, but that strange, fuzzy feeling wouldn't leave his head.

"i have some snacks in the break room," they said, taking his hand. "let's go eat."

he allowed them to guide him there.

he had never actually been to the break room before, and hadn't even known it was there. they seemed to just change the lab and add things as they pleased, without even telling him. he wondered what else might have been hiding in some of those rooms he had never entered.

the break room was comfortable, but more sleek than the rooms in adrianus' house, more fitting for a room in an evil laboratory. they made him some tea, and gave him some sandwiches, as well as some biscuits that vaguely reminded him of dog treats, though they were good. he hadn't been wrapped up long enough to be starving, but it was nice having some food, and sitting somewhere other than that dark hallway.

now that he thought of it, he should have been much more indignant about being trapped there. then again, victor always strapped jim to chairs and tables and stuck him in cages himself. but that certainly felt different from this. jim wasn't going anywhere, anyway. adrianus specifically did it to stop victor... to... put him in his place.

he almost shuddered, just thinking about it. even in a situation where he could mentally resist them, they could physically overpower him, and render him entirely helpless, so that even his mind would become more vulnerable. it wasn't just that they had the power to force him to do as they pleased - they had the power to make him accept that. even now, as he tried to muster up some anger, or at least annoyance, at being wrapped up in webs and unable to move, he simply didn't feel it.

after all, while it had been sort of boring being unable to do anything, and he did want to see how their meeting with jim went... it was... the first time adrianus had done anything to him that resembled a punishment, the first time they exerted their power in a way that felt so blatant and that so clearly went against his will. they were almost a bit scary, in a way they had never been before. and, naturally, as a villain, he... had an appreciation for such a thing. he had to respect how evil they had seemed in that moment.

"enjoying your tea?" adrianus asked. they had been focused on him the entire time.

"oh, yes. it's nice."

"that's good. it's important to be fed and hydrated. i want you to be ready for your reward, after all."

he wasn't sure if referring to it that way was better or worse than just outright saying it.

"you- you know, that was... it was you and jim who decided on that for my reward, wasn't it? i didn't ask for that."

"people don't always choose their own rewards, do they?"

"i just can't help but feel like it's... more of a reward for you than it is for me."

"but you love being brainwashed, don't you, victor?"

shivers crawled up his spine. he had walked right into that one.

he didn't answer.

"of course it's the perfect reward for you. after all of that waiting, all of that time alone, you get some time with me. you get to be my mindless, obedient drone. won't that be nice?"

they were using that slow, hypnotic tone he was weak to. without thinking, he found himself relaxing and listening, his eyes staring ahead.

it did sound nice. he was supposed to be arguing with them, but he had trouble finding anything to argue with. even if this was more for them than it was for him, was that really a problem?

"being brainwashed is good for you," they continued. "you should take any opportunity you can to be brainwashed."

he could feel the blush spreading through his face. he loved those sorts of phrases. perhaps because they were so transparent, so obviously the words of someone who just wants to control you. it was creepy, it was evil. and yet, a part of him truly believed it. it did feel like it was good for him.

even the idea that he was being tricked only made it feel better.

"oh, look at that," they said softly. "you're falling so easily now, aren't you? you've been especially sensitive today. you'll make a very good drone."

"i'm glad you think so," he responded. even in his trance, he thought he sounded a bit too eager and submissive, to the point where he must have seemed pathetic, but the words had already slipped out.

they looked especially pleased with him for it, however, and his embarrassment quickly faded. "let's go get ready for that, then."

they brought him to the dressing room, and helped him into a latex suit. the process of getting it on wasn't his favorite, but when they zipped up the back, he felt the way it squeezed around his whole body. he looked at himself in the mirror, as they ran their hand along the material, on his waist.

"it suits you," they said.

never before had he felt so much like a thing to be possessed.

their other hand moved to his arm, down to his hand, feeling between his fingers. "your hands fit perfectly, as well." they locked their fingers with his, rubbing his hand with their thumb.

somehow, it was the hand holding that felt the most inappropriate out of all of this. these tender, indulgent, almost romantic touches were just their way of feeling how tight the suit was, and enjoying the sensation of the material against their skin. they loved when he was wrapped up tightly in something. like an insect in a web. like prey.

but he just stood there, staring at his own wide-eyed expression. he looked helpless. he looked like someone who was going to be brainwashed. and he looked like he was entirely theirs.

"i like that face you're making," they whispered, near his ear, "but i suppose i should get you your visor and headphones, too."

even when they stepped away for a moment, he didn't move, still shuddering from how they said that.

he allowed them to slip the visor over his eyes, which only darkened his vision the way sunglasses would. they then stuck headphones on each of his ears, which strangely didn't seem to muffle his hearing. they had antennas coming out of them, which adrianus adjusted, and as they did, it almost felt as if those antennas were a part of his body, an oddly sensitive and fragile part of it.

now he really looked more like some sort of robot than a human being. with his eyes covered, his expression was unreadable.

"there you go," they said. "you're ready now. how does that feel?"

he didn't quite know how to answer that. it was such a new, complex feeling. he couldn't describe it.

but he felt he should answer them. "it... it feels... good," he said.

"it does feel good. you're going to be brainwashed. that always feels good, doesn't it?"

"yes..."

he saw it in the mirror, the way his posture changed, how automatic the reaction was. the sight of himself already acting like a mindless drone had made resistance feel all the more futile.

and besides that, it did feel good. he hadn't felt completely sure of it when he said it at first, but when they repeated it to him, he felt a wave of euphoria. he liked the way the tightness of the suit made him feel trapped and exposed, he liked the way the visor made everything a bit dark and fuzzy, the slight blue tint giving his environment a dreamy, sleepy feeling. and he liked the way he appeared in the mirror, blank, empty, and obedient... and appealing, in a very particular way, to a very particular person.

out of his peripheral vision, he noticed adrianus taking something out of their pocket. a remote.

"we're not... going to the... chair?" he asked.

"if i want you to be a drone, i'll need you to remain mindless and obedient. that's why the brainwashing devices must be wearable."

before he could process that, they pressed some buttons, and he heard their voice echoing inside his head, overlapping whispers and murmurs about listening, obeying, giving in.

it overwhelmed him so much that he couldn't stand any longer, dropping to the ground, his hands instinctively clutching the headphones.

"the suit itself can be controlled, as well," they said.

his hands were forced away from the headphones, his arms being pulled down to his sides.

"and of course, there's the visor."

his vision went black. between that, the voices echoing in his mind, and the suit preventing him from moving, he felt almost completely disconnected from the physical world, as if he had been shut down, unplugged.

the only thing tethering him to the outside world was adrianus' real voice, which he could still distinguish from the ones in the headphones. "it feels very different being brainwashed this way, doesn't it?"

"it does," he responded, unsure if he was really even talking or simply thinking it.

a slow, simple spiral appeared in the darkness.

"it feels good," they said.

"it feels good," he repeated.

"you're going to be completely mindless and obedient."

he believed it. it felt inevitable.

"you're going to be completely brainwashed."

the word still sent tingles through his entire body, through his mind, through whatever he was right now.

"you know that you can't resist. and that's alright. it feels even better to give in."

his thoughts were being erased. massaged out of him by the sounds.

he felt a touch on his head. their touch. they were petting him.

"very good," they said softly. "just like that. you're being so good for me."

it was pure pleasure. there was already nothing left but the desire to obey, the desire for their praise. that was all there needed to be.

[oliversrarebooks]

listen to my Voice, hero

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, intimate whumper, restraints, corruption

Are your bonds comfortable, Hero? I wouldn't want to cause any damage to your precious muscles and nerves. You are the city's shining hope, after all. Or at least, you have been until now.

Good, now we can have a proper chat. You can just listen carefully to everything I have to say. 

Oh, don't glare at me like that. How many times have we clashed now? And every time you manage to resist my lovely compelling Voice just enough to stop my plans, just enough so that I must escape by the skin of my teeth. You must have known it might come to this eventually, a time when my compulsions are too strong for you to fight, a time when my Voice finally brings you to your knees.

I've been training, dear hero, training especially for you. Training for you, because you're really the only one in this city worth controlling. You're better than all of them. We both know that. And I know how you feel about me, because I've seen the look in your eyes when my compulsions take hold of your pretty little mind.

No, no, be quiet. Be quiet.That's it, there you are. Oh, the delicious expression on your face when I use my Voice on you. I'll never get enough of it.

Most heroes look terrified, you know, to have their thoughts pulled out from under them, to find their body out of their control. Terrified, angry, defiant -- that's how the other heroes look. But you're different. In that moment when I weave my spell on you, when you feel your mind go hazy and your body stop obeying your commands, I see something else in your eyes. I see relief. Deep, unmistakable relief.

No, don't try to deny it. I've tangled with you too many times to be wrong about this. You're relieved when I compel you. You'd never admit it, not even to yourself, but you long for the way it feels. You long to have your choices taken away. You long to not have to make decisions. You long to not have to fight any more.

But every time, you fight. Every time, you break free of my Voice. And I can see the toll it takes on you. That's why I've been training so hard, Hero. So that you couldn't resist my Voice, wouldn't be able to break free. So that I could give you what you want more than anything. 

I've seen you, Hero. I've seen you at your best and at your lowest, haven't I? I understand you better than anyone else in the city. You know it's true. And I can see how exhausted you are. How you've been worked to the bone. How you never get to rest, never get a vacation. I even tried cutting back on my evil schemes in the hopes that you'd take a break, but all you did was pursue other villains twice as hard. 

There are deep bags under your eyes, Hero, marring your beautiful face. There's resignation in your tone that was never there before. I can't stand it, can't stand the way the city treats you. You're destroying yourself to save this ungrateful, useless population and all they do is criticize you. It makes me sick.

And I know what you do once you've defeated me and I escape back to my lair. I know you return to your cold, empty apartment, and curl up on the couch with some convenience food, trying to relax. I know how you toss and turn at night, wondering if you're doing the right thing. I know how lonely you are, Hero. I'm lonely too, you know.

I wish you could see how glassy and dazed your eyes are right now. It's beautiful. Listening to my Voice is so nice, isn't it? Yes, that's it, just relax.

Oh, your hair is so soft. I bet you haven't had a tender touch like this in a while. I saw you lean into it before you caught yourself. Let me run my hand through your hair, there's a good, relaxed hero. Is that a sleepy little smile I see? You like that, don't you?

In fact, you like all of this, don't you? You like having no choice but to relax and listen as my compelling Voice weaves a spell around you. You like the feeling as I slowly hypnotize your vulnerable mind, how your resistance slips away little by little. You've thought about this on those lonely nights, haven't you? What it would feel like if I won. What it would feel like to succumb to my hypnotic compulsions. What it would feel like if you stopped fighting and let me take charge of your mind completely.

Oh, don't struggle. Don't struggle. Relax.There it is again, that relief. My Voice feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good to have the fight taken out of you. Don't deny it, it's written all over your face.

You don't need to pretend you haven't thought about it. You somehow manage to always be the first hero on the scene whenever I try anything. Almost as if you're willing to drop anything to see me, isn't it?

But you were scared. I'm a villain, after all. I don't deny it. You must think I might hurt or humiliate you. Well, you can put all of your fears to rest, because I have no intention of that. I respect you far too much. I'm going to take good care of you, Hero. I'm going to give you the treatment you deserve. I'm going to help you relax. I'm going to take all your worries away.  It's going to feel amazing, Hero, I promise.

I'm sorry, were you trying to say something just now? Still trying to fight it? You'll have to speak up, it's too hard to hear you when you're so out of it.

"It's wrong"? Is that what you said, Hero?

No, what's wrong is how little reward you get for everything you do. That's why I had to do this, had to train my Voice to be strong enough to be irresistible even to you. Now I can reward you. I can give you everything you want, everything you need, beginning with the beautiful, relaxing oblivion of total and complete obedience.

You'll get other rewards, too, of course you will. Together we'll share in the riches of the city, bend everyone in power to our wills. It's what we both deserve. But this is your first and most important reward -- obedience. Nothing is more calm, relaxing, and peaceful than knowing you have no choice, than having every decision made for you.

And all you have to do is listen. 

I'm too strong for you now, Hero, my Voice too compelling. You're almost entirely under my spell, aren't you? I can see how drowsy you are, how my compulsions are putting your conscious mind to sleep.

Yes, that's it. You're too exhausted, Hero. Too tired. Too many nights with too little sleep. You need to rest. You need to stop fighting. You need to surrender.

No one will think any less of you. They'll see how powerful I've become, how easily I can command even the strongest and smartest. They'll realize you had no choice, that it was out of your hands. You won't need to feel guilt or shame. Everyone will know this wasn't your fault, that there was nothing you could do to prevent yourself falling under my villainous control. 

And the fact that you actually enjoy this, the fact that you long to give in so badly and fall under my hypnotic trance? That can be our little secret, Hero.

There we go. That's it, just a little more. Look into my eyes. Look nice and deep into my eyes while I stroke your hair and talk you down softly. Just like you've always dreamed of. No more fear, no more pain. Only sweet restful sleep and deep hypnotic trance. 

That's it, Hero. It's too late. You're too tired, too drowsy, too captured in my Voice to fight it. There's nothing to do. Nothing you have to do. Just feel yourself growing oh so dazed and sleepy as I weave my Voice around you. So comforting. So right. Exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed. Exactly where you belong. 

Tell me, Hero, tell me you want this.

That's it, that's it! Oh, how I've longed to hear those words from you. Tell me how my Voice makes you feel. Be honest.

Oh. Oh, my. That's... that's even better than I expected. Far, far better. You love my Voice that much? Oh, Hero, dear Hero, why didn't you say so before? You could have had this any time. I would have been more than happy to bring you to my lair and give you the hypnosis you deserve. You could have been listening to my Voice all day.

Well, it doesn't matter now, because now you can have my Voice all you want, stronger than it's ever been. Isn't that nice? Oh, look at you bob your drowsy head. I don't even need to compel agreement out of you. You're so deeply hypnotized, aren't you? Good, good. Good hero. 

My hero.

Now, why don't you go all the way under? Just keep listening and let your eyelids grow oh so heavy. Let those heavy eyes close. Don't open them again. That's a good hero. So obedient and docile. You're so, so beautiful to me, my drowsy, docile hero. 

Yes, docile. That's what you are, deep down inside. All your strength, all your determination to do the right thing, all of that is a mask that conceals who you really are. A docile and obedient little lamb. And no one needs to know that but me. I'll fulfill your deep craving to be hypnotized and controlled, and you can still be every bit as strong and determined when you're working under my orders. Doesn't that sound just perfect for you? 

All the way under, now, deep into hypnotic trance. Let your resistance fade, my hero. Let your mind fog. Let your mental defenses fall.

Surrender. Surrender and submit. Submit to me, just like you've always wanted.

You can finally feel that relief. You can finally take that rest. Because I have you now. You're mine. I'm in complete control now, my docile little hero. 

And I order you to feel nothing but bliss.

Masterlist

If you like this, you may like "the defiant princess" for more gentle, slow induction on a resisting subject.

[oliversrarebooks]

the defiant princess

TW: hypnotic induction, mind control, restraints, belittling language

Ah, hello, your Majesty. It's so kind of you to grant me an audience. I hear you put up quite a fuss while my henchmen tried to make you comfortable in those ropes, but really, it was the only way I could get you to hear me out.

Don't worry, I understand. I know how busy you are. So many important decisions to make, wars to avoid, criminals to pardon, and peasants to help. It must be so, so... tiring to be so noble, wouldn't you say?

A witch? Yes, your majesty, I am a witch. An enchantress, to be precise, a very powerful one, and I'm only here to help advise you.

Oh, my, what language! That's the spitfire princess I've heard about! So brave and defiant. So admirable.  That's exactly what I wish to speak to you about, your Majesty.

You see, I'm ever so worried about you. All of that defiance must take a toll on you. A bratty, headstrong princess like you needs a firm guiding hand. Someone to help them rest and sleep. Someone to help them be more docile and obedient, just like a good princess should be.

It's so cute to see you struggle against those bonds. I assure you they're quite tight. And I can also assure you that there's no fighting what's about to happen to you. Soon, you're going to be far too drowsy and entranced to resist anything I say.

You don't want that? Well, what would you think if I showed you the gift I brought you? It's a lovely crystal pendant, a rare piece fit for a princess of your temperament. You could practically say it was made just for you. See how perfectly its facets catch the light as I spin it? So lovely, isn't it? So hard to tear your eyes away.

Here, let me help you, let me move it closer to your eyes, so that you may see it better. Oh, were you trying to look away just now? I think you'll find that's quite impossible. No, don't struggle. There's nothing to fear, nothing to worry about. Just a beautiful, captivating crystal. Just keep looking, keep watching the way it sparkles in the light, as I slowly swing it back and forth. Back and forth, in front of your eyes. So beautiful. So perfect. That's it, your majesty. 

I love the way the crystal looks reflected in your glassy, dazed eyes. I love the way your struggles against your bonds have become weak and lifeless. I love how I see you trying to tear your eyes away, but they keep flickering back to the crystal. 

Trying to hypnotize you? Your majesty, I'm not trying to hypnotize you. I am hypnotizing you.

You've probably realized this by now, but this is no ordinary crystal. It's a crystal that has the power to put people to sleep, even the most bratty, defiant princess. It has the power to make you docile and weak the more you watch it. No, don't try to look away. Keep looking, and let the crystal steal your will away. 

Doesn't it make you feel so very quiet and docile, the way your eyes keep following the crystal back-and-forth? Doesn't it make you feel weak and compliant, when you just can't seem to look away? 

Yes, very good, your majesty. Let the crystal drain your willpower, let it replace your strength with a slow, delicious drowsiness. Keep watching. Watching the crystal will make you feel sleepy, and you're already too docile and weak to do anything about it. Oh, no, don't argue. I think even you realize that you're falling under my spell. The crystal's light is making you so sleepy, so drowsy. And it's so hard to be defiant when you're so sleepy, isn't it?

With every slow swing of the crystal, you can feel its sleepy, hypnotic power tugging at your eyelids, making them so heavy, gently coaxing them to close. The crystal's light is soothing you to sleep, dear princess, easing you under my hypnotic spell. The more drowsy and dazed you become, the easier it is for my words to slip past your defenses. Your mind is getting so, so tired, so tired of struggling.

Oh, you say you aren't sleepy? Awww, poor sleepy princess. You don't sound like a brave, defiant woman any more. You sound like a sleepy little girl protesting being put to bed. Look at that cute little yawn. I think you are sleepy. I think you are very, very sleepy.  I think it's so adorable to see your heavy eyelids blink so slowly as you try to keep yourself awake.

It's okay, sweet princess, just keep watching the nice sleepy crystal. It's your gift, after all, a pretty little gift that will help put you to sleep, a perfect gift for a drowsy and docile princess who needs someone else to do all the hard thinking for her. 

What's that you said? I can't understand your groggy little mumbles, especially when you keep yawning like that. You're not going to fall under my spell? Your majesty, you have already fallen under my spell. There's no use in trying to resist. You're already half-asleep and so dazed and obedient. 

Yes, obedient. Look at how your eyes are still following the crystal, just as I told you to, even though you're so very drowsy now that you would love for your eyes to shut. It's hard to keep them open, isn't it? You'd much rather close your eyes and sink deeper under my power, but you can't stop watching the crystal, the crystal made especially to put bratty little princesses to sleep. It's almost like you want to be put into a deep, entranced, hypnotic sleep.

No, you say? Your futile struggles really are so cute. It's so funny to think of how you normally are, bellowing orders left and right, and here you are with me, so hypnotized and sleepy, mumbling out your tired little protests. This is so much better, isn't it? It feels so nice to be so, so hypnotized and sleepy. It feels so nice to feel yourself slipping under my spell, knowing that when I've completely hypnotized you, you won't have to worry about anything any more. 

Shh, shhh, princess, hush, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay to let yourself be hypnotized. You're so tired, aren't you? As endearing as it is to watch those pretty eyes glued to my crystal, I think you need to rest them now. Just for a minute. Your eyelids are so, so heavy now, as though they have little lead weights attached to them. Just let them shut. You'll feel so much better. Yes, that's a good princess. That's a good girl. That's a good little girl, a sleepy, docile, and dazed little girl.

Just relax now. Just keep your eyes closed. Are you still trying to fight sleep? Aww, you're such a cute little brat. You know very well you're too drowsy to resist. You're going to feel yourself beginning to slip off into dreamland. The beautiful hypnotic crystal and my soothing voice are going to send you to a lovely, sleepy place where you'll feel so docile and relaxed that you won't ever want to leave.

The part of your mind that wants to resist me is sleepy, too. It's falling asleep, little princess, I'm putting your resistance to sleep. You can picture it in your mind, the strong, defiant princess you normally are, sitting on her throne and commanding her servants. You can see her yawn, her eyelids droop and flutter. You can see me cradling her in my arms, carrying her off to bed. She's falling asleep, dear girl, that strong-willed part of you. There's nothing left to resist me with. You're too sleepy, too hypnotized.

Yes, just go to sleep, fall deep asleep, and let the hypnotic spell seal around your tired little mind. Your free will, your personality, your desires, all will fade away as my hypnosis locks you into deep, sweet sleep. It feels so, so good that you won't ever want to resist it. You're meant for obedience and sleep, princess. Your usual personality was just an act, wasn't it, an act to conceal your true nature as a docile, helpless girl. 

Here, let me fasten that crystal right around your pretty neck. It looks so perfect on you. It's going to keep you weak and docile and hypnotized. As long as you have this on, you'll be able to walk and talk and do your daily tasks, but your mind will secretly be completely asleep. You'll be able to hear my words no matter where you are, and my words will become your thoughts. As long as you have this on, you will obey me and only me, do you understand? Only my words will control you, no one else's.

Yes, princess, you want to remain asleep, you want to remain hypnotized. It feels good, doesn't it? Yes, so good. That drowsy little smile of yours says it all. You won't ever take the crystal off, will you? Of course you won't. You need the crystal to help you stay asleep. You need the crystal hypnotizing your docile little princess mind. You need it more than anything.

And you won't let anyone else take it off either. No, that would be awful. You don't want that at all. Even if some idiotic hero tells you the crystal is dangerous, you need to keep wearing it no matter what. If someone tries to take the crystal from you, you'll resist them with all your might, won't you? Yes, that's right. 

And this one is very, very important, my sleepy little princess, so I'm going to need you to listen carefully. You can't tell anyone else about the crystal, or about what happened here. You'll keep the crystal hidden under your dress so that they won't question you. You can't let anyone know you're asleep and hypnotized. They won't understand. They'll try to wake you, try to steal your crystal, and you can't have that happen. If you ever try to tell someone about the crystal, your mind will feel so hazy and foggy that you can't get the words out. But you won't even try, will you? Of course not, you're too docile and obedient. You'll only show people the crystal if I want you to.

What's that you're trying to say? Who will rule the kingdom? Why, you will rule the kingdom, of course you will, there's nothing to worry about at all. You're a docile, helpless princess -- of course you can rule the kingdom while fast asleep and completely hypnotized. It will be so easy, so much easier than it's ever been, because my voice will advise you on everything you need to do. Yes, it's so much better to rule the kingdom while hypnotized. No more difficult decisions or boring state dinners or ministers clamoring for attention. You can sleep through it all. Isn't it wonderful, to be under a hypnotic spell?

Yes, it is, isn't it? It's just so right to be a sleepy, hypnotized princess, trapped in the spell of a witch, just like in the fairy tales you love. But unlike the foolish little girls in those stories, you know better than to want to be rescued. You understand that princesses like you are meant to be in a deep hypnotic trance. That's why it feels so very good.

You love your witch, your darling enchantress who whispers in your ear and makes you oh so drowsy and captivated. You love being obedient and entranced. You love it all.

And wouldn't it be just so lovely if more people were under my spell? Wouldn't it be ideal if everyone in the castle were under the influence of my lovely, sleepy, hypnotic crystal? Don't you want them all to be as contented and obedient as you are?

Yes, that's an excellent idea, your majesty. Let's hypnotize the entire court, one by one. You're so brave and intelligent, so good at ruling the kingdom, the best princess the land has ever known.

Here, let me take care of those ropes. You've been bound up so long, but you're not going to foolishly try to fight me any more, are you? No, of course you aren't. You're as sweet and docile as a kitten, a drowsy little kitten waking up from her nap. You can open your eyes now, princess, and remain completely asleep. There you go. Aww, that adoring look on your face is so delectable!

You will kneel before me, won't you? Sleepy, hypnotized princesses must kneel before their new mistress. Yes, that's a good dear. Oh, you look so cute, looking up at me and blinking slowly, still so dazed. You've had quite the nap, haven't you, princess? You must feel so refreshed, now that you're finally getting the sleep you need.

Now, your majesty, do you see that sweet young woman in the corner? Yes, your chief handmaiden. You've been best friends with her for your whole lives, isn't that right? She tried so hard to protect you, so brave and loyal. She's been trying to wriggle out of the ropes and shout through her gag this entire time, poor thing. Does that upset you, dear princess? Don't you think she needs to relax? Don't you think she needs to get some sleep?

Why don't you go to her, soothe her, and focus her pretty little eyes right on that hypnotic crystal? Why don't you hypnotize your friend into lovely, submissive sleep? Then you'll both be under my control, isn't that perfect? Yes, that's right. Good princess. You're following my suggestions so well. Let me guide you, let me help you put all of your subjects to sleep, one by one.

Yes, that's a good little princess.

Masterlist

If you like this story, you may like "listen to my Voice, hero" for more gentle, slow hypnotic induction on a resisting subject.

[slumbertrip]

the fun thing abt having a hypnokink is that it comes with a lot of good aesthetics so if you have a bit of a sense of humor you can fill your home with spiral and clock and eye imagery and suddenly you have a cool home and a fun inside joke with yourself