if you saw me here, no you didn't

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[hypnopum]

“You thought you were going to be touching yourself?” Your hypnotist said, laughing at you. “Oh, silly toy. We don’t need your hands to make you feel good.” They leant forwards, eyes boring into yours. “No. All we need is my voice. Shh, my weak, sleepy plaything.”

As they ‘Shh’ed you, your mind began to grow hazy, and foggy. They pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, and drop, and drift.” Your eyes rolled up, and then closed, slipping into trance. “Let my voice encircle you. Flooding your mind. Flooding your body.”

You felt it, as they said it. Their words entering you. “You don’t need to think. You just need to listen, you just need to drop. That’s it… And with every word I say, feel yourself becoming more turned on. More aroused. More desperate.” As they carried on speaking, you let out a gasp.

The arousal was sudden, but undeniable. A want for more. To touch, to be touched. “The flame of your lust being stoked more, and more intensely. Awh, are you a desperate needy toy? You are, aren’t you?” They nodded your head for you, with a single finger beneath your chin.

The agreement just turned you on more. “And now… feel that arousal converging, between your legs. Feel my voice, dancing down there, each word a movement of bliss. Like your pleasure is being drawn out of you. It feels so good, doesn’t it, toy?” Your lips parted. A desperate cry.

“Yes, that’s it, moan for me.” They said, laughing again. “You sound so good like that. Get lost in the sensation of ever-increasing pleasure. You don’t need physical stimulation, when my voice can make you feel like this… Sink deeper.” Your mind was rolling with the sensations.

Every word they said felt like a pulse of pleasure, washing from your extremities to your core. “More turned on. Closer to the edge. Oh, that’s it. You want to cum, don’t you? Maybe I’ll let you. Maybe. It’s up to me. My voice has all the power here, doesn’t it?”

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[hypnopum]

“Oops, got your thoughts!” Your hypnotist said, pulling their hand away from your forehead, holding it clasped shut. They giggled as you blinked up at them, mind suddenly foggy, and hazy. “You didn’t need them anyway. Let me just…” They cast their hand over their shoulder.

You felt your thoughts be thrown away. What had been haziness was now blankness, an empty void of thought. “Awh, you look so cute like that. All empty, and blank. Well, don’t worry, we can fill that brain back up with lots of things!” They placed their hand back on your forehead.

“Obedience!” Their palm pressed harder. Your eyes rolled, and you felt your mind rewiring, you wanted to listen. You wanted to do what you were told. “Arousal!” Another press of their palm. You felt tingles throughout your body. Lust, began, swirling in your brain.

“Adoration!” Your forehead was pushed again, and you blinked, looking up at them… They… Oh they looked so good. Their smile was divine. Their eyes looked like golden pools of light. You… You wanted to do whatever they said. The idea of it turned you on. You had to please them.

They pulled their hand away, still grinning down at you. “There we go! It’s so easy to rebuild your brain, however I desire. Today, I just want you obedient, aroused, and adoring.” They leant down, planting a kiss on your forehead. “And you love it, don’t you?”

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[hypnopum]

You couldn’t move. The bindings had you held too tightly. You couldn’t see. The blackout lenses blocked all light. And then you had the words of your hypnotist being pumped into your ears, a short loop, focusing on making you more desperate, more aroused, more sensitive.

And with you like this, immobile, blinded, and unable to hear the outside world, their hands were the only thing you could focus on. The only thing you wanted to feel. And they were happy to oblige. Squeezing, rubbing. Your mouth was open, though you couldn’t hear your moans.

You were just being wrapped in the desire for more. It had started out gentle. A light touch here, a nail softly dragging against your skin there. But now their hands were so much rougher. Fondling, and grabbing. Squeezing tight every place you had ever wanted.

And you only wanted it to continue. The touches were delightful. The feeling left you so desperate. Every time their hands left, you only wanted them back. You were their blank, obedient toy. An object to be touched, and used. And it was the only thing you wanted to be.

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[endlesslyentrancing]

You feel so good when you are limited.

When I put little restrictions on you.

It could be on your mind and thoughts.

How I let your body move, tied up and restrained.

How much you can breathe with my hand around your throat.

What you remember or can process.

All your inputs filtered through me.

[thelastmesmerist]

Hypnotized for TV Remote

She's hypnotized to respond to a TV remote as if it's programmed for her. She's paused, looped, and has her language changed to gibberish.

[saphig-iawn]

If you are reading this, I want you to do something for me.

Be still.

The world will be there when we're done, don't worry.

Just take a moment to be still for me.

Let my voice calm your joints.

Let my words ease your thoughts.

Let my embrace hold you.

Let me make your purpose in this very moment to be so elegantly simple:

Being still.

That's it, you're doing so well.

Let the breaths slow.

Let the body slow.

Let the mind slow.

Be still.

Oh you're doing so well, darling.

No worries about knowing what to say,

Or when to say it.

No worries about knowing how to hold your body,

Or how to move it.

Be still.

You can be still here with me for as long as you wish.

I'll keep you company.

All I ask is that you be still while you do.

Reduce for me.

Simplify for me.

Become an ornament.

Become an object.

Be still.

There we go. Oh I am so proud of you.

For taking this moment to be still.

To be less.

To be removed of obligations,

Even if for only a moment.

And if ever you want to be an object again.

To have your self be neatly wrapped in my words,

And looked after for a moment.

Then all you need to do.

Is read my words once more,

And feel the stillness embrace you.

[saphig-iawn]

Conditioned so beautifully.

Like a delicate vase on my potter's wheel.

Gentle adjustments.

Soft guidance.

[mesmirised]

boy who gets hard just from being hypnotised

[spiralceph]

Last reblog reminded me of this but I'd love one day to be a tape cassette and a hypnotist/domme just taps the functions on the tape player to pause me, rewind, play again and, eventually, stop and eject me.

Then, perhaps, without the cassette player to give me any power to move or speak or think, they gently take a pencil and use it to twist the spools so my tape, every instruction that makes me, unravels and, once I'm exposed, they can snip and add and remove different parts into my tape. Then I'm put back in the tape player but I can't know for sure what they've changed until they press play.

[hypno-matt]

Computer how can I erase every single part of my brain and turn into a completely blank slate? Computer can you hear me?

[spiralceph]

Me, age 16, seeing simplified amd cartoon doodles of peni: Yeah this is an oversampling, there's so way it actually looks like that

Me, age 20, seeing photos: That cannot be right, it's plastic or surgery to exaggerate an unrealistic ideal or something

Me, age 26, after a good few months of bottom growth: ...Well I'll be damned

[laurawful]

I'm so very normal I can be trusted with your exposed subconscious please let Me talk to you while your critical thinking and higher cognitive abilities are asleep, just once just for a little bit...

that's all it takes

[thequeenoftheentiregoddamnworld]

Hey, hey, look me in the eyes when I tell you this okay? The whole "do trans women or trans men have it worse?" debate going on right now is the most obvious CIA bullshit on earth cause honestly we've both got it pretty shitty and fighting each other isn't helping anyone

[laurawful]

girls should ruin my brain if they want to...

[beeblanker]

it's just very hot & sexy & good to be an active participant in your own brainwashing. correct even. like i'm very smart and that means that i'm very very good at making myself dumb. like even my smart girl brain knows that i'm meant to be dumb & blank. other people's thoughts wouldn't feel so good in my brain if i was meant to think for myself. etc.

[beeblanker]

i am pretty brainwashed i think

[grimpact]

okay look. if you tease someone with the goal of riling them up to the point where they threaten to do something to you but you have No Intention Whatsoever of holding yourself accountable to them or the feelings of arousal you're provoking, you're not being a brat. you're treating that person like a smut dispenser & showing them you're an unsafe person to play with.

by disrespecting the rule of transactionality in brat/dom dynamics, you're blurring the lines of what are & aren't the expectations. that level of obfuscation is dangerous bc if your dom doesn't have a clear idea of how far you'll take a scene they might escalate things on their end that result in you or them getting seriously hurt, physically or emotionally. that or you might just burn them out & guarantee they'll never want to play with you again, since you're giving them Nothing for all the frustration you're offering them.

Not Giving Anything At All makes it so your dom is doing Literally All Of The Work. they have to manage the frustration of not getting you to behave the way they want you to despite behaving in the way you want & expect them to, as well as placing them in a situation where they have to maintain a scene that is becoming increasingly grating & objectively unrewarding for them to keep participating in.

here's what giving as a brat looks like: knowing what you want & being able to communicate that when engaging with someone. you like being a brat? okay. what do you want out of it? do you like being forcefully reminded you're not in charge? do you appreciate the predictability of your instigation & their reaction? do you enjoy the gradual switching of roles? assuming your play partner will instinctively """get""" where you're coming from will actually only get you where you already are, & them nowhere. if they tell you that's not great for them, are you gonna take that seriously? or are you gonna keep playing pretend bc you're having fun & invalidate their warranted dissatisfaction?

what makes bratting rewarding for both ppl involved is knowing the brat is escalating in a circumstance where they're ready & willing to engage with the full wrath & consequence of the dom. the fun part for brats is acting as if they hold all the power by being a tease, provocative, by instigating. the fun part for doms is showing them the consequences of their actions. it's transactional. brat behaves a certain way, dom reacts accordingly. bratting must account for this exchange. bratting is about seeking this reaction, seeking attention, consequence, accountability. it's the transactionality that makes the shit rly hit.

it's also proportional. being annoying is appealing in direct proportion to the amount of consequence you will face for behaving that way. you're very annoying throughout the day but your dom gets to beat the shit out of you when they get home? effervescent. you're very annoying in a circumstance where you know you will face absolutely no consequence whatsoever from the person you're going out of your way to provoke? you are Not fun to play with. or funny. just annoying.

if you're getting off on the idea of getting someone pent up & then putting absolutely no effort or work whatsoever in coming thru with being accountable to them, then find someone who's into denial or edging with whom you can negotiate & engage in that sort of dynamic. & please consider that you might actually just be a dom (or a switch) yourself since you clearly value being a position of power more than you do being in one of submission.

misbehave responsibly.

thank you for your time.

[grimpact]

here's what baby doe is talking about:

you can find even more details here.

self-knowledge will Always benefit you & your loved ones. seek it!

[instructionsuncleartoaster]

Game mechanics is such an underrated kink.

Like I want to be fucked so hard you can see my intelligence stat go down and getting the statuses of “impregnated x 5,” “mind broken,” and “job change: fuck toy”

[harmexpo]