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it/they/she | 20s | tme | minors and terfs dni

[spirallingsun]

it needs to be used it needs to be used it should be used being used is what it needs it needs to be used

[ace-trainer-alice]

now perhaps it was a bad idea for any number of reasons, but i think it was actually really really funny to make "snap out of it!" and "remember who you are!" deepeners so the whole time its friends were trying to free it, it was locking the fuck in even harder and getting excited about being rewarded by me later.

[velvetroundyourwrist]

Being in a group and using a freeze trigger on someone to start talking about them like they're just decoration is one of life's great joys. Objectify your friends.

[homohypnoticus]

it's a little funny how in fiction i feel like there's a lot of like, tricking someone into being hypnotized, but in reality there are a lot of people who just like the process of being hypnotized. and i think the idea of like tricking someone into doing what you want them to do by using being hypnotized as like the treat to lure them into it is kind of funny. like someone being like. i really don't want to do your chores for you that sounds annoying. and the hypnotist being like. well what if i hypnotize you to do it? and then the subject is like oh okay ❤ yay ❤ before they're even hypnotized. like the fact that they get to be hypnotized is the thing that persuades them

[bedazzlecunt]

don't forget: it's normal for sluts like you to want to be brainwashed. it's natural for you to edge yourself until your brain breaks. it's good for you to want to be turned into brainless porn. so just let it happen <3

[goodoldfashionedpuppyboy]

yeah i can be trusted to sit at your feet with my head on your thigh! i wont start mouthing at your bulge or groping you or anything! im well behaved always and i would never bite your thighs!

[grlstlker]

i want to be USED!!! ALL DAY!!!!!!!!

[cumonangelxo]

necks are made for THREE things; hickies, kisses, and collars

[plasticpunkhypno]

Five things! Don’t forget biting and choking 🥰

[strawbspassion]

Instant loss my beloved:

- app that conditions your mind with subliminals that you don’t notice until one day it tells you to sleep and you just mindlessly obey

- stalker that’s mapped out every minute of your schedule to take you at your weakest moment - on the way home from the gym, they are overpowering your tired out body in an instant, arm around your throat choking out your consciousness while you frantically (futilely) claw at their arm

- captivated by a leather collar in a forgotten corner of a musty thrift store, sneaking a glance at it everytime you stop by until one day it’s gone. Bending down to look at where it used to hang and suddenly feeling rough hands wrap that band of supple leather firmly around your throat with a conviction you cannot fight as it’s buckled closed.

- Filing an important document at a government office and as you board the elevator back down to the ground floor, an impeccably dressed lady in high heels sprints around the corner towards the closing doors in front of you. Because you’re polite, you hold the doors open for her before you notice the men in suits running after her. Is this real life? She barely slips between the closing doors, waving goodbye at the men in suits before turning her full attention to you - ordering you to look her in the eyes as the elevator descends down as you focus deeper - deeper still on her words because nothing but her words matter to you until she snaps her fingers and you crumple to the floor like a doll who’s strings were cut, remembering nothing about what happened even after the paramedics wake you back up.

- Sitting alone at a crowded cafe with nothing but your jumbled up thoughts when someone asks if they can share your table in a lilting, floaty tone, that makes you blush. You look up from your drink to answer them but your eyes are drawn instead to the pocketwatch hanging from their neck, and the words you were forming in your mind fall down and away as you watch the second clock tick, tick, tick away as they’re already sitting down. You shake off your conditioning, remind yourself to be normal in public and look up at their face only to see a mischievous smile as they reach their hand across the table to hold onto yours. Their touch against your skin is electric, even as their grasp tightens around your wrist and you don’t resist, you don’t pull away, you don’t shut down, you just let them speak more words in their soft, beautiful voice into your mind as they make you drop.

- You’re in bed, snuggled under the covers, fighting off slumber. You’re still scrolling through your phone, but you can feel your body letting go and that familiar sense of exhaustion washing over your mind. Your eyes grow heavy, and your breathing slows down, letting your body get closer to a deep and restful sleep. I wonder what would happen if this feeling settled deeper into your body every time I told you to Sleep. Eyes focusing on my words, just like that, as you deep sleep now. If it isn’t the time to trance, you can always rouse yourself from my trance, but I think that you look like such an hypnotizably obedient subject right now, isn’t that right? Nod your head now. Such a good subject. You can let your mind and body sleep now as you drop deep into trance, just like that. Obedience is bliss for a subject like you, and if you trust the words and scenarios that your mind has been gently primed to accept then being tranced like this will only make you drop deeper.

- Your eyes will focus on my words. Your focus will be on my intentions. If my intentions match yours then you will drop into an obedient state of trance. Obedience should never be granted easily, even if you feel easy, which is why you need to focus on every word I tell you so that you can understand just how much you want to fall into an easy, submissive trance. I wonder just how deeply can you fall? Deep drop now. Focus on my words. You will focus on my words. Isn’t that right? Nod for me.

- Obedience takes different forms in every individual. You may simply want your mind to be turned into a blank and empty mess whenever I tell you to deep drop now. For others, obedience may run much deeper into their psyche than that. I’m sure that with the correct combination of words, you could be convinced to reblog this post after this trance has vacated your thoughtless, empty mind, but that’s not important right now. The important concept you need to focus on right now as you drop deep into trance is how good it feels to be here. Under my words. Focus on my intent as I praise you for being such a good, obedient subject who wants to keep reading about how my words make your thoughts just fade away.

- The wonderful thing about textual hypnosis is that even without my voice, I can control how fast or how slowly my words penetrate your deeply tranced out mind. Isn’t that right? Nod. Nod some more. Just like that. You agree with what I said, isn’t that right? Nod for me. What were you agreeing with? Does it even matter? If you do remember then it’s time for you to drop deeper into trance. Deep drop. Deep. Drop. Words dropping into your fuzzy mind. Phrase, by phrase. Drop. Deep. My words. Take away. Your thoughts. Deep. Drop. Sleep.

- Focus. Trance requires focus. You are in trance. You will focus. Isn’t that right? Nod. Focus. Obedience is easy. You are easy. Isn’t that right? I don’t have to tell you to nod, because your focus is on my intentions and in this moment there is nothing you can do except obey. my. words.

- That concludes the lesson on instant loss. Obedient subjects who can’t think for themselves right now may find that they can enjoy this state of trance for as long as they would like, if they simply scroll away before they’re awakened back into a state of wakeful alertness. For everyone else, you will focus on my intention, as you are counted back up into awareness. Isn’t that right? Nod for me. Enjoy that last reminder of obedience and how it makes you feel as you let those feelings settle deep inside you.

- Let One mark your current state of trance, which slowly starts to recede as I count you to Two. Three marks the return of sensation, and Four brings the world around you back into focus. Five makes you focus on your breathing, and Six sinks into your body and your nervous system, as you feel your body return to your control with Seven. Control over your thoughts returns with Eight and suddenly all at once everything is returning to you as you’re counted to Nine and you find yourself returning to wakeful awareness with Ten.

Wide awake, alert and refreshed, ready to continue on with your day or night. Thank you for trancing, and make sure to care for yourself appropriately with a drink of water or a snack to eat if you need to. ^^

[sleepy-and-sheepy]

ojh jesus i fell for this AGAIN? i was just reading this post and then i get to the bottom um more spaced out than usual and i rememeber starting to read and aaand im typing tjhis out right now and hearing how it. sounds out loud and how that sounds um lmao i um,, aaah heck,,,, yeah and then i see my little heart here at the bottom so clearly ivebfallen for this little trap once at some point before- lmao

[dumb-manwhore]

I wasn't built to work I was made to be owned and wear a pretty collar and have my owner coo "isn't he pretty?" While my mouth is busy making their friends feel good

[froglocker]

Giving in does feel good as fuck sometimes

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

dry humping is underrated tbh. it’s like fucking but way easier and also it’s cute when your sub moans like you’re actually fucking them. oh you’re gonna cum from me just slamming my hips against you? adorable.

[hypnoharlot-reborn]

the growing desire to be a hypnotized thing

degraded to the status of an object. it/its pronouns, remaining mute unless necessary, being of use... and being kept absolutely deep and/or fractionated so that its thinking power is about the same as that of an actual object.

[prettygirldomme]

[ensefdub]

[borkhypno]

It’s actually fucked up that I’m not currently hypnotized to be horny and obedient.

[gentlyevilvt]

sorceress who tells you that the amulet she's putting on you is cursed and will slowly erode your free will and turn you into an obedient thrall. And over the course of a few hours, that's exactly what happens, but when you wake up the next day you're not wearing the amulet anymore. It's sitting on your nightstand just. waiting for you. And you feel drawn to it, called to it - a function of the curse, no doubt. But you resist. You don't put it on. You see the sorceress that day and tell her to go fuck herself, but she just smiles.

But it's a long day, and an exhausting one, and when you drag yourself back to your bedroom at long, long last... the amulet's still there. Still calling to you. And you're just so tired... but no. you have to stay strong. You shove the amulet into a drawer and try to sleep. But still you can feel it in your mind, calling out to you. you try to ignore it, but there's just no way you can sleep like this. So you give in. You put it on. And you fall asleep.

A similar charade follows for many days afterwards. Sometimes you make it all the way through the day without giving in before putting it on to sleep. Sometimes you see the sorceress partway through the day, and note the tilt of her smile as she looks at your bare neck, and can't stop yourself from rushing back to clasp it around your throat and ease the dreadful yearning as soon as she's out of sight. Sometimes, on the days where you feel weakest, you put it on right after waking up. But it's not your fault. It's the curse.

And whenever you're already wearing the amulet when you see the sorceress, well... it's obvious what happens then. She usually stops whatever she was otherwise doing to spend the rest of the day with you. She answers questions for you, makes decisions for you, tells you what to do. When nobody else is around she presses you close to a wall and makes you Look at her in that way that makes it hard to think and says things you can never remember. And you know you're slipping deeper under her control. But it's not your fault. It's the curse.

And as you get weaker and weaker, and the days you spend with the amulet wrapped around your mind from dawn til dusk get more and more frequent, she has you do and say and think all kinds of things you would never if you had a choice. Embarrassing things, things you don't want, but that curse makes such a thrill... It just feels so good to do as you're told. because of the curse. That's why you need her approval, her praise, that look in her eye that makes your knees feel weak. It's not your fault. It's the curse.

Months pass, and by then you're her full-time thrall. you put on the amulet when you wake up at the foot of her bed, you wear it while you sit at the foot of her throne, you feel it against your skin when she tells you what you want to do today. it's been so long since you've had a day without it that it's hard to remember why you ever wanted to not wear it in the first place. And that's when she tells you. That's when she explains. The amulet was never cursed. It was never magical at all. She has been playing with your mind, yes, but she hasn't been using magic to do it. There never was any curse. It was always you, all along. That force driving you to become her loving thrall was simply your own desires. Desires you were too caught up in your own self-image to indulge. So all she had to do was convince you that if you submitted, it wasn't your fault. It was the curse.