right now the blog is mostly reblogs that i think are hot but i will also post some smut in the future!
smut about what? the list of kinks includes: hypnosis, puppyplay, conditioning, fractionation, bdsm dynamics, being tied up and otherwise being helpless, gags (mghhf!), praise, clicker training and more!!
āIām not trying to be mean or anything.ā He shrugged. āItās just that everyone has a knack for one thing or another. And this happens to be yours, doesnāt it?ā All that answered him was a muffled whimper. Not surprising, considering where the evening had led, but still the reaction always sent a shiver down his spine. āThatās the delightful thing about minds, isnāt it? They are capable of being manipulated in so many fun ways. Itās like your brain was literally built to be softly tricked and lulled into docile compliance for me! Wouldnāt you agree?ā He never would admit it out loud, but it was impossible not to get intoxicated by the feeling of grabbing a slack, dazed face and force a helpless head into a clear nod. Especially this one. āOf course you would.ā He kept his voice sweet and carefree. As if he were not currently in the process of turning any possibility of choice into mere illusions. āBecause it really feels too good to stop, doesnāt it?ā After countless repetitions night after night, the words were met with only the faintest mewl. The sound was the single strongest response he could have imagined at this point. Strong enough to resonate all the way down to his deepest desires to tear into the vulnerable mind that so readily opened itself up to him.
Instead he restrained himself, the only selfish indulgence he allowed himself being the way his fingers traced the outline of a face that seemed to grow more and more blank with every passing moment. He could not have stopped his hands from doing that unless he would actually tie them down. But that would be bad. If he could not use his hands, how else would he make sure that no matter how often he reiterated that it was perfectly safe and normal to relax into this feeling and into his manipulations, those neck muscles could still hold enough tension to keep a clear line of sight to the spiral?
āNot like we need it at this point, do we?ā He puppeteered his favourite toy into yet another empty nod. No response this time. Only the way those heavy eyes fluttered a little bit faster at his words gave away that they even registered at all. It burned itself into his mind and he knew without even needing to question it that this moment and this face would appear for him every time he closed his eyes for weeks to come. It always did.
āThe spiral isnāt what actually hypnotized you, is it? But it made sure you were nice and spellbound and fascinated by it while my words dismantled your will thought by thought, right?ā By this point he was just forcing the nod because it was far too delightful to feel how limp every single part of his doll had become. Not even a token amount of resistance left, every shadow of bratty defiance melting away faster than new decisions could form. Even those warm, clever eyes had rolled all the way up, to the point where he just knew it was physically impossible for them to actually see the spiral anyway. But that didnāt matter half as much as the certainty that he took control. That even if they ever refocused on the room, or at least on the screen he kept that empty head pointed at, there would be no choice but to fall right back into the swirling band of colours. Because he didnāt leave any room for choice. And because they both needed him to do that.
āYouāre so good at being hypnotized by me because youāre simply so incredibly skilled at being my mindless, obedient sub.ā From countless sessions like this one he knew without a doubt they were past the point of words, let alone complex responses, when even that suggestion only triggered another moment of fluttering eye rolls. Some nights he began to talk just for the sake of talking once they came this deep. The words were far less important most of the time than to anchor this feeling to the sound of his voice. But other nightsā¦ āAnd I made you this way.ā Instantly he noticed the signs. A sudden, deeper breath, almost transforming into a gasp as the words found exactly the right button to press. A twitch, the epitome of voluntary movement this entranced brain wanted to be able to achieve. The flushed heat spreading along the skin under his fingertips as even through the haze of mesmerized devotion, the rush of submissive bliss at the idea was almost too much. The burning intensity wrapped in such subtle changes always got to him. There was no high quite like making such a bright mind lean this far into the belief that he really was rewiring everything about it to reshape an entire person into the perfectly brainwashed toy of his fantasies for his own pleasure. Except perhaps the unparalleled sensation that was born from knowing that the person in question craved it every bit as much.
āThatās right, isnāt it?ā The way his hands moved his toy up and down made it anything but a question, yet he strictly kept the gentle permissive tone. Never ask too much too quick, his brain would tell him. It had taken them years to build up to this point, and yet that nagging voice in the back of his mind wanted to hit the brakes. Even in a moment like this. Especially then. āItās not a mean thing at all that I am wiping away every last trace of your free will, because you never had that to begin with, right?ā It would forever amaze him how a face so utterly devoid of conscious thought or intent could manage to grow even more eager to obey at those words. There was no magic greater than finding exactly the right thing to say to the right person at the right time to watch them come undone in the most pleasurable ways. There was neither recognition or recollection behind those empty doll eyes anymore. As soon as they took a break, all this already would have turned into little more than vague guesses about the events that occurred. Yet in this moment he was certain that his control was everything to this precious mind broken dolly. Just like its surrender was everything to him.
āAll you want is to helplessly follow and obey Masterās will instead, isnāt it?ā There it was. The softest, high pitched whining noise. He couldnāt resist it. There was a kind of spell in the sound that pulled him in and made him want to break his doll so as to bind it in deep mindless devotion. āSo really, Iām not bullying you by wiping more and more thoughts from that mind, right? If anything, Iām doing you a favour. You really are such a pretty thing, all melting and submitting and obeying in deep trance. Thatās a skill worth building up! And the fact it makes you a more and more mindlessly devoted toy entirely for me really is just icing on the cake, isnāt it?ā Even as they had to shift positions, moving didnāt take away from the magic of the moment at all. āSo Iām definitely not wrapping your mind and will around my finger. These words donāt instill an overwhelming compulsion to serve and please me. None of that is happening to you right in this moment, so you donāt need to resist it at all. Understood?ā One of these days he had to try and find a way for his doll to see what he saw in response to the devious twisted suggestion he fed to an all too receptive empty head on its way up and down and up and down. He had never done that. It was one thing to fully immerse themselves in a mutual fantasy, but even though it would be at their request, heād not yet brought himself to take the risk of taking pictures or even a video. But it would come up in their discussions again. That much was clear already. And he wasnāt surprised. A sight so breathtakingly beautiful was worth being shown off. Especially to the person in the picture. All the more when their brain so happily turned any memory of the event into a deeply impressionable haze he could manipulate at his leisure.
Carefully he moved them onto eye level, deliberately removing the spiral from view. āYouāre not totally hypnotized right now,ā he lied with a warm smile. āSo there is no need to resist my hypnotic suggestions.ā He loved to imagine that those eyes fluttered so much at these words because they felt drawn to his, but realistically it rather was a sign that they were too far gone in trance to really focus on anything nearby. āListening to my voice does not program you to obey me without thinking. So itās in your best interest to listen only to me for a little while longer, okay?ā It made no difference if that head nodded along on its own or if it was a result of his grip gently but firmly forcing it. But the later was by far the better tease and he simply couldnāt stop. āDonāt look away.ā As if those eyes could be convinced to look anywhere but into the void where a consciousness had been earlier. āJust listen.ā Right now, until this session wrapped up, he was someoneās entire world. Could there be a better feeling than that? āObey.ā The word that had started one of the most fascinating dynamics one could imagine. He placed a kiss on their forehead. āSleep.ā In a little while they would wake up as thoughts and mind naturally returned to where they needed to be. Which parts did they love this time? How much would they remember and which parts would they want him to remind them off? He couldnāt wait to find out.
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Hand under your chin, thumb pressed softly against your lips, other hand tousling your hair, all while you stare so deeply into the most intoxicating eyes and fall further into trance for the most compelling voice you've ever heard.
Listen, there's something so insanely hot about being sat in a conversation between people who are clearly very smart, not even being able to even try to follow along, and knowing they fully know how slow you are in that moment. Like, I'm not a dumb person... all the time. But it's just a hot button for me and always has been to be sat there twirling my hair as my thoughts drift away as they keep blah, blah, blahing around me about something smarty pants and I just smile and nod back. Like I'm just there for decoration. They don't expect me to get involved in fact, they love when I'm confused and silent for a change. They think it's cute.
So last night after a weekend of intense shenanigans (we played fraction8 nearly 4 times) I was VERY fractionated still, and very easy. I'm sat in a vc with my wife and our friend. We play together a fair bit and safe to say I was in one of my subby moods. The two of them are science-y types and they were talking about some sort of biology thing (for context I failed bio and chem at high school as well as maths, it's not my jam).
My wife looked in the camera and shushed me. Placing her fingers on my lips always forces me to be quiet. As she holds her finger to the camera I lost the ability to speak. So here I am flustered and fractionated. Squirming in subby frustration at this. She's like "hey since we're going to talk about smart science things you can just smile, nod and look pretty okay?" I start to unravel a little at the idea. While it wasn't stated I should be getting dumber, I was very confused, my head started to spin a little. The last time such a thing was said to me was around 2018 when I was dumbed down in this same situation. Smart people talk while I, the total ditz can only listen to the smarty pants people talking to each other doing their smart things with their full brain. Now this alone would have done me in, however earlier in the call I picked up my tally counter, my personal clicker, the one that now thanks to this friend drops me into trance when I click it. Only for a second of course, not long enough sometimes but enough to get my brain fucked up after a while. He said "I know you haven't even thought about putting it down" and I thought about that for a second. He was right. I didn't want to and after explaining the difference between wanting to do something and actually doing that thing to me he said, "you know while we talk you can also just keep clicking yourself into trance, clicking your mind away." And that did me in. I knew the game was set.
So here I was clicking, fractionating myself, gasping in and out of trance. Each time I came up I'd see the finger pressed against my mouth. I couldn't say anything but just listen to the conversation. I don't know what they said, I couldn't follow it even if I tried really, really hard. It was a blur. At one point I heard my wife point out my adorable eye rolling but I don't eye roll. Well, not normally anyway. See, when I drop I just close my eyes, or fall with them open. Eye rolls only happen when I'm really fucked up and it seems I was giving that level of helpless in the facial department. I didn't even notice. I couldn't even notice. Ooof. Anyway after a while I came back up. My friend looks at me and he said, "click" I verbally repeat it back, unprompted as my finger pressed the button for him. My damn parroty brain just latched onto anything it could as my mind was just putty in their hands and it was awesome. Truly a good time had by all.
She has me bent over the bathroom counter, completely naked, forcing me to watch myself in the big mirror. Three of her fingers are buried deep in my dripping cunt, pounding me hard and fast while her other hand chokes my throat. Every brutal thrust makes my tits bounce shamelessly.
āLook at yourself,ā she growls in my ear, tightening her grip. āLook how fucking nasty you look getting ruined.ā
My eyes are glassy, mouth open, drooling as she finger-fucks me even harder. I can hear how wet and sloppy my pussy is with every thrust. My legs start shaking uncontrollably. She doesnāt stop. She just keeps choking me and slamming her fingers deep until I squirt all over her hand and the floor, screaming and twitching while I stare at my own pathetic, ruined face in the mirror.
Which would you say hinders the establishment of operant conditioning more, presenting the stimulus without prompting the desired response or prompting the response and not presenting the stimulus? Iām struggling with getting it to work. For normal reasons.
I would say, "presenting the stimulus without prompting the desired response".
Lengthy explanation of Operant Conditioning and how to use it below!
A common mistake in hypnosis and conditioning would be to give the reward or stimulus in general too frequently. In operant conditioning, we have what are called "schedules of reinforcement", which speak to frequency and technique in the timing of providing stimuli.
Providing the reward every time would be called "Continuous Reinforcement". This is a fine method of conditioning, but it is far from the most effective.
Partial Reinforcement Schedules are any means of conditioning that don't provide the stimuli every single time.
Fixed Ratio & Fixed Interval
Charts used from helpfulprofessor.com.
Fixed schedules suffer from a relatively predictable problem.
Fixed Ratio schedules are when a stimulus is provided after a certain number of behaviors are completed.
Fixed Interval schedules are when a reinforcement stimuli is provided at regular intervals (say, every hour).
The issues with Fixed schedules comes in the fact that we are aware of things (sadly). If a pattern is predictable, then we are both able to anticipate when it's about to happen, lessening the impact of the reward, and we know that right after the stimuli is finished, we won't be getting another one for a predictable amount of time.
Not only are there often lulls immediately after the stimuli, but the conditioning holds far, far weaker than both continuous and the other type of partial schedule.
When the stumuli stops being provided at the regular time (that singular moment being the only time where it feels possible), then its far easier for that anticipation to be flipped on its head and have a very negative impact, very quickly undoing any progress.
As a solution, we have...
Variable Ratio & Variable Interval
Charts used from helpfulprofessor.com.
Variable schedules are deeply, deeply effective. This is how gambling becomes addictive to people, but also how many other things are conditioned into creatures.
The one you should choose depends on what it is that you want to do.
Variable Ratio
This is the schedule you should follow if you want to enforce a behavior that you want to happen often. An example in the hypnosis sphere (most especially my hypnosis sphere) would be getting someone to start barking as part of their regular means of talking and typing.
All that is necessary to do is encourage the behavior initially, start the engines with rewards (either hypnotic triggers or just praise), and to only do it sometimes and at random.
Variable Interval
This is the schedule you should follow if you want to enforce a more continuous behavior that you want to happen steadily. This would be something more like obedience, giving a reward for good behavior at random, but importantly within a reasonably similar range each time.
You can't do it one hour then 48 hours later then 12, you should have something like a range of variance and stick to that, so long as the exact timing is not anticipatable.
This can also be done for singular behaviors like barking, if you wish for the conditioning to be much slower, and also to simply not be related to an amount of times being done.
Both methods build conditioning that takes a very, very long time to undo or fall away. In the case of many behaviors, unlike what is shown in the charts, they can become a near-permanent part of someone's existence, never quite going away without active efforts to do so.
If you get someone to bark consistently, and they do not have a reason for it to stop, it will become a part of themselves in a way deeper than you may ever expect.
As a fair warning, these methods of conditioning, as stated prior, are essentially forming an addictive loop for someone. It is not nearly so strong as gambling in most cases, but with the wrong person, the wrong environment, and the wrong precautions, you can steer into very unhealthy territory very, very quickly.
...it can be quite fun to condition people, though.
So, to again answer the original question: not only is "prompting the response and not presenting the stimulus" perfectly okay to do, it's actually better than doing it every single time.
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Fucking with your mind is a good start, but I want to go further. I want to take complete control of your body. No matter what you try to do, your body only obeys me. I want you to feel helpless to my power.
Even that won't satisfy me though. I want to melt your free will and embed my ownership of you into your soul. When I look into your eyes I should see that you're my property.
hypnotic triggers attached to the hue of the smart lights in your room. Everything is normal until suddenly the lights fade into pink and you suddenly feel a burning heat flush across your body, instantly stripping, humping the closest plushie as the lights fade to blue and you freeze. Still. Stuck in place. The lights fade into green, making you docile and tranquil as your body relaxes into a comfortable jumble on the floor, and suddenly the lights are normal again and you realize youāre conscious again, free to stand up and keep on with whatever you were doing until the next time those lights change colors
do you ever justā¦ want someone to be mean to you? edge me for hours, tell me no over and over again. At the end of the night, tell me no a last time. donāt let me cum. donāt let me relax. but make sure you do. and then cuddle me, wipe away my tears, and ignore my whimpers for the rest of the night
kitty woke up in somewhat of a feral state and if you donāt collar and tie her down before she wakes up all the way then sheās not responsible for what happens to you >:3
when are they going to invent a machine that straps you down the moment you sit down, wrists tied down to the armrests, ankles secured seperately, each bound to a static point and utterly helpless. You try to get up but a strap is winding around your waist, pulling your body tight against the soft padding of the seat beneath you, and then thereās a strap of leather wrapping around your throat and pulling tight enough to make you dizzy. Struggling harder as more straps wrap around your thighs, your arms, your body, feeling a gag forced into your mouth turning your cries for help into gasps and moans. The straps are pulling tighter on your body, and your heartbeat races but thereās nothing you can do as your vision breaks down into static from the adrenaline and the collar taut against your throat. Youāre barely conscious of the visor lowering into your vision, strapped tight around your head, flooding your vision with bursting patterns and pretty spirals that rewrite your thoughts into that of an obedient toy.
