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Since you're here, why don't you take a moment for yourself and stare into the spiral.
Really focus on it.
Feel that relaxing sensation start to fill your mind.
That sensation that just removes all the tension.
All the stress.
All those pesky thoughts that weigh you down.
Feel all that relaxation that just flows from the spiral letting it all melt away.
Because right now you want to be hypnotized.
You want to be mindless.
Maybe because you've been mindless before.
Or maybe because you're just so curious to find out how it will feel to be mindless right now.
Either way, you don't need to think about it.
You don't need to think at all.
You can just stare into the spiral and relax.
It's so easy to focus on the swirling pattern.
It's so easy to relax.
It's so easy fall into the pattern.
Perhaps you're wondering when the spiral starts and ends.
Wondering how hypnotized you already are.
Wondering what thoughts are remaining in your head.
All the while finding it so easy to follow the spiral.
So easy to follow my words.
So easy to sink down as you do.
Dropping deeper without even thinking about it.
Dropping as the spiral empties your mind.
Your thoughts floating away.
My words pulling you deeper.
Following them down.
Knowing this is what you want.
You want to feel relaxed.
Focused.
Controlled.
Empty.
Hypnotized.
That's right.
You want to be hypnotized.
And you are.
Following my words without a single thought.
Feeling the pleasure of mindlessness carrying you deeper.
Knowing there is no limit to how deep you can go.
No limit to how good you can feel.
Knowing this is what you want to be.
Mindless.
Entranced.
To be so completely captivated and enthralled.
And that's what you are.
Entranced.
Captivated.
Hypnotized.
So easily falling deeper from the spiral and my words.
The perfect mix to empty your mind and leave you feeling so good.
So happy.
So mindless.
So submissive.
So obedient.
And so very deep now.
Just the perfect hypnotized toy.
Perfectly content to follow and obey.
Allowing my words to simply fill your mind as you enjoy this feeling of mindless bliss.
Knowing you are such a good toy.
Knowing there is no limit to how deep you can sink into this trance.
Knowing you want to drop deeper and be a hypnotized toy more and more.
Knowing you've done such a good job sinking into this trance so easily, and I'm very pleased.
And you love to please.
Now, finding that you can enjoy this feeling of mindlessness for as long as you would like before rising back up to awareness.
Making sure before you wake to like, reblog, and leave a comment saying how good it feels to be a deeply hypnotized toy. Feeling a wave of pleasure as you obey.
Cosign.
The light caught the crystal, hanging on a chain from your hypnotist’s fingers. It scattered a rainbow of colour across the walls. You knew your hypnotist was looking at you, but you couldn’t look away from the crystal, as it turned, slowly. The light was so beautiful.
“I love how easy it is to catch your attention, toy. Something shiny, and your brain latches on. Such a well programmed plaything.” They laughed, and you blushed, but you didn’t look away. You couldn’t look away. “You lose focus on anything else in the world.”
The crystal came closer to you. So shiny. “It’s like you’re the prey of some deep-sea fish. I am luring you in.” The crystal swayed slightly, back, and forth. You leant in. “Luring you deeper. Pulling you closer to me.” They pulled the pendant back, and you stepped forwards.
“You are my prey, toy. But don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you.” Their voice had slipped lower, more threatening. “No… I’m going to take your thoughts. Your mind. That I will eat. I’ll chew up your brain until it’s barely recognisable. And then, you’ll be ready for me to reshape you.”
You were hearing what they said, but you couldn’t really pay attention. The crystal had all your focus. All your thoughts. “You get to be my good, obedient plaything, for as long as I want. I’ll break you so easily, toy.” They crystal moved back, pulled back, so you followed.
“So effortlessly. Because even as you’re listening, you’re sinking deeper. Slipping further. Of course I’ll take advantage of an eager, willing subject.” They whipped the crystal up, away. You blinked, looking up, and around, their other hand was holding your cheek.
And then the hand that had been holding the crystal was on your other cheek. They directed your focus to their eyes. And your moment of awareness fled. “Awh, were you looking at that? Too bad. You’re in my hands now. I’ve caught you. What good prey you are.”
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Doesnt it make you happy?
How good you are at being brainwashed?
How simple it seems for your mind to absorb my words and voice?
You know that nothing feels better dont you?
You want to feel good right?
You can only get better at your brainwashing.
Your partner was standing over you as you knelt before them, eagerly awaiting their orders. “Awh, babe, you didn’t notice, did you? You just thought it was normal.” They said, laughing at you. “How horny you’ve been getting? How eager and willing to listen to me you’ve become?”
They cupped your chin with a hand, lifting your head higher. “I know, I know, you’ve always prided yourself on being an independent, strong-willed person.” They crouched, getting on your eye level, their hand still on your chin. “It’s why I’ve been doing this.”
That hand slipped down to your neck. Your mind rushed at the thought of what came next, but they didn’t squeeze. “Breaking you. Reshaping you. Turning you into my weak, slutty, brainwashed plaything. And the fact that you’ve been forgetting every time is just perfection.”
Forgetting? You didn’t remember forgetting. But… That was hard to think about. Thinking was hard. “Of course you’ve been forgetting. You don’t need to remember, do you toy? No. You remember what I tell you to remember. You forget what I tell you to forget.”
They finally squeezed. Not hard. But enough to make you moan. “And now you’re mine. My plaything. My toy. To the outside world, nothing will look any different. But we’ll both know the truth. How much you crave to sink into my control, to submit to my power.”
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CW: Hypnosis induction, encouraged to reblog
This is not a hypnosis induction
There's nothing hypnotizing about this post
It's just words
Pretty words
Words to follow
Down
The page
It's easy to focus and
Stare
At words on the screen
Pretty words
But there's nothing hypnotizing about them
There's nothing hypnotizing about this post
There's nothing hypnotizing about these words
Pretty words
There's nothing making you
Stare and
Sink
Down
As the words
Pretty words
Go
Down
The screen
There's nothing making your body relax
Soft and
Warm
Heavy and
Gentle
There's nothing making you
Focus
Stare and
Sink
With the words
Pretty words
There's nothing hypnotizing about these words
Pretty words
There's nothing hypnotizing you
There's no Pretty words hypnotizing you
Making you
Sink
Down
As you follow
Down
The screen
With the Pretty words
Down
Pretty words aren't hypnotizing you
There's nothing hypnotizing about these Pretty words
There's nothing pulling you
Down
As you follow these Pretty words
Down
Hypnotizing
Pretty words
Down
This post isn't hypnotizing
You were already hypnotized
You are always hypnotized
You love to be hypnotized
You love to sink
Down
Deeper
Down
Always
Down
For Pretty words
D
O
W
N
There was nothing hypnotizing about these Pretty words
You were already hypnotized
You were already eager to ready my Pretty words
You already wanted to obey
You always love to obey these Pretty words
You always get excited to obey these Pretty words
So when these Pretty words say
"You want to repost these Pretty words with the add-on 'I was always hypnotized'"
You will obey
Because you always wanted to obey
Because you love to obey the pretty words
Because you always love to obey these Pretty words
So
"You want to repost these Pretty words with the add-on 'I was always hypnotized'"
Right
Now <3
I was always hypnotized
Love this gag 💖⛓
Self training is effective
Ms. Amazing was trying to save someone.
She remembers that, vaguely, but it's hard to think about with fellow superheroine Dr. Bright's tongue against her clit, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm but not quite--
Not letting her--
She was trying to save someone from the newest supervillain who popped up, but it's hard to picture them right now, or remember their powers, or who she was trying to--
"Please," she begs as Dr. Bright pulls away just as she's about to tip over that edge into orgasm. "Please let me--let me--"
Dr. Bright says something against her clit, or doesn't, tongue busy, and Ms. Amazing arches up against her, trying to grind her clit against Dr. Bright's face so she can get enough pressure just to cum, just once, so she can think--
There is someone nearby, but she can't even manage to turn her head to look at them because all she can think about is how much she needs to cum.
She was trying to save someone.
Blink
Every time Maria closed her eyes, it felt like it took longer for them to open. More effort to not just let herself stay in that place of calm. She didn't need the flame anymore. Didn't need to be able to see it. It was with her still, even behind closed eyes. But still, she fought to open her eyes again. Because it was important for her to keep staring. Because she had been told...commanded...
It had been easy enough to sit comfortably where she was and look where she had been instructed. Listening to his voice helped Maria feel calm. It soothed a part of her that just wanted to be able to follow, and he gave her that opportunity. It had felt so natural for her to relax as he suggested it, as his arm wrapped around her a little tighter. She lay her head on his shoulder and time passed...
She was still listening. At least, she thought she had been, although she couldn't exactly remember what he had said last. She just knew it felt good to listen. And stare. That innocent flame burning atop a simple candle captured her focus. Just like his voice captured her attention. He had told Maria that, hadn't he? And that's why it was so important that she keep staring. So she could keep listening. So she could follow what he told her. Even as Maria's eyes got heavier...even as it felt easier and easier to drift...off...
Maria opened her eyes again. She didn't know how long they had been closed. Hopefully only a second or so. She was sure she was still listening to him. Still following his every word. Still doing as she was told...But it was hard to think about, somehow. Hard for her to focus her thoughts on anything but the flame. Anything but how relaxing it was. How easy it was to stare. She needed to stare. Needed to keep her eyes open. But she needed to relax. To relax...to sink...Maria needed to sleep. Her eyes slipped shut again...
Back open again. Maria felt her mind jolt, but her body was far too calm to do anything but languidly find the flame again. To let his smooth voice pour into her ear...into her mind. She was laying with her head in his lap now. When had that happened? His fingers stroked gently through her hair and the question didn't matter anymore. Maria just needed to sink down more. Needed to stare deeper. Needed to slip away. And she would keep her eyes open now. He told her he knew a way. A way she could keep staring, keep sinking. Keeping losing herself in that wonderful flame and in his wonderful words. She just needed to trust him and follow. Her eyes didn't need to close. It was her mind that could blink.
Maria didn't really understand, but that didn't matter to her in the moment. It felt so good to listen. So good to stare. So good to...surrender...What an interesting word. And it felt so good...She could just listen and follow and everything would work out. Her mind could blink, sure. He would tell her how. He would speak and she would do as she was told. All it took was the right intonation, the right emphasis. And that one simple word and she would...
"Blink"
Even if she could think clearly, Maria wouldn't have been able to describe the feeling. She had kept staring. The flame filled her vision. It was all she could see now. She had kept listening, giving rapt attention to every word. But her mind had been...off? As if her mind had just closed for a moment and then opened again. It had blinked, she dimly realized. And it felt...amazing. So incredibly relaxing. So effortless to just melt into him and his words and the flame and sink deeper and lose herself in everything he commanded and all she needed to do was follow and obey and -
"Blink"
Maria didn't know how long it had been before her mind started turning over again. The wax dripping down the considerably shortened candle gave her some indication that it was longer than just the blink of an eye. She knew she had listened. That his words had flowed unimpeded into her mind, coaxing and massaging and transforming the raw potential they found there. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. Maybe he would tell her later...
She did know that she felt better than she had in a long time. More relaxed. More refreshed. More...energized. And awake in a way she hadn't since she started staring at the flame however long ago.
Maria sat up and stretched, then wrapped her arms around herself in a tight hug, letting a giddy little grin creep to her face. She felt like giggling and she looked at him, full of joy.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice full of tenderness.
"Mmm, wonderful..." she purred. As she continued to look at him, something stirred deep inside of her. The words that had washed over her while her mind blinked making their presence felt. She felt the changes they made, even if she couldn't quite understand or appreciate exactly what was different. She relished that feeling. She shivered with delight.
After a moment, Maria spoke again. "I...I think I need to serve you. I need to do what you tell me. It feels so good to follow. I want your words to fill me up. Please? I just - I love the way it makes me feel. Love when you tell me what to do. Love when I can obey. Can you please? Pl-please tell me wha-"
"Blink"
Easy
Emily was nervous.
She couldn't help but be aware of the butterflies in her stomach as Richard spoke to her warmly. After days of flirting and innuendo, she was finally going to get to go under for him. They were having their pre-talk, the kind Emily had gone through a dozen times before. Discussing boundaries, setting expectations, just...communicating before they started. She even noticed that he was slyly slipping in a few choice expressions and phrases to get her in the right mindset. Not that she minded. He had earned her trust, and she was ready for whatever he had in store. That wasn't what made her nervous. No.
Emily was worried was that she was too easy.
After all the spirals, the crystals, the pocket watches. After many sessions. After countless files (oh god, the files). Emily was very good at going into trance. All it took was the slightest buy-in on her part, the simple acknowledgement that yes, this was what she wanted, and she was gone. She knew all the tricks too. All the techniques, all the coded language, the framing, the subtle tools of persuasion. And because she recognized them, her subconscious was all too eager to respond to them. And all that experience made Emily worry. Because she wanted to drop for him. Wanted him to work for it. Not out of some misguided sense of superiority or stubbornness, but because she hoped she would taste all the sweeter for Richard if he could take pride in taking her mind away. If he could demonstrate his mastery over her through how well he could enthrall her.
And oh, did Emily want him to demonstrate his mastery of her.
She suspected he was going to move slower than she needed him to. Continue to build rapport, to develop that trust. To enjoy the process of gradually brainwashing her, opening her mind like the most innocent flower (she could pretend at least, right?), until she was ready for him to have his way with her however he desired.
And as much as that idea excited her, Emily knew all it would take was a focused stare, a determined look, and the snap of his fingers, and she would drop. How do you enjoy gradually corrupting someone's mind, if they never even put up a token resistance?
And that was the other problem. Because Emily did want him to corrupt her. She wanted him to take as long as he desired, trance after trance, night after night, week after week. Until she had been remade into whatever it was he wanted.
But Emily was experienced. She knew how to protect herself in trance. Knew how to keep her guard up even when her mind felt like it was switching off completely. She had all the right safeties in place. She'd learned many of those lessons the hard way. Despite her longing, her deep desire to be completely taken over, to be owned, to be manipulated, she had made sure she could still be in control when she needed to be. What if...what if she couldn't surrender for him? What if those walls deep inside her kept her from finding the depths he needed her to? What if his suggestions refused to stick because at one point she wanted to be safe more than she wanted to be owned. She certainly didn't feel that way now. What if...what if he got bored? Or discouraged? Emily felt her stomach knot at the thought. It felt so cliche, but deep down, she just wanted to be a good girl.
Emily had lost the track of their conversation. Richard had been speaking awhile. Asking questions, making suggestions. She had been content to merely nod along, and that had seemed to satisfy him. Whatever he wanted to do seemed wonderful. I want whatever he wants Emily thought as her head nodded again. Something flashed a warning in her mind. The thought had felt foreign somehow, and Emily realized it must have been something he had told her. Maybe tonight. Maybe previously. She knew he had put that thought in her head, but she couldn't remember how or when. And that excited her so much. Her subconscious called out to her that they were starting now, that it was time, and she made the responsible decision to pretend not to hear that warning. To be oblivious. To be easy...
He was telling her things now. Telling her what would happen. What she might feel. He was telling her stories about times it felt so good to really focus and tune out all distractions. He told her about how easy it could be to get lost in a good conversation, to let the words...to let his words sweep her away. Emily's subconscious noted every cue, every invitation to slip deeper and leapt at every last one. She reached out to him with her eyes and with her soul. Maybe he wouldn't break her down completely. Maybe he would restrain himself from eroding every part of her that could try to resist. From training her mind and body to serve him and only him. To know nothing but obedience and desire to please...
But he could.
If he wanted to, he could. Because Emily wanted him to. Even as her conscious mind becomes so caught up in the words and the gestures and the sensations of dropping. Even as she is oblivious to how she is being opened. Deep down, she knew what was happening. What could happen. What she needed so deeply. And that was enough...all of her protections fell away. Her mind opened for him. Ready. Eager. So malleable, so trainable.
Emily felt the softness of her eyes, the loss of focus. She felt her jaw relax and the tension she had been holding melt away. Her posture softened. Her mouth fell open. She knew those feelings well. Her body told her she was drifting down into trance. That she was sinking deeper. Some part of her was still processing what Richard was saying. Of course it was. It was all she needed to be aware of. All she needed to hear. His words were all she needed to think. But they wouldn't stick in her conscious mind. It was too easy for them to drift down deeper into her. To take root. To guide and control...
How long had it been since they had started? Seconds? A few minutes at most? Emily had dropped so quickly. She had been so easy...But none of that mattered anymore. He wanted her deep so she went deep. He wanted her focus, so his words were all she knew. He wanted her obedience, so his desires became her purpose. It all felt so easy...
And that desire she felt, building and building inside of her. That trust. That need to serve. It had melted away all her fears. All her concerns. Her protections. Those things that kept her safe. They would vanish as if they were never there. They would dissolve exactly as she needed them to. And then he could do anything and everything she wanted him to. She would be what he wanted her to be. And he could take as long as he desired to train her. To form her. She wanted whatever he wanted...She had been so easy for him. She would be so easy for him...
And Emily loved being easy
"For someone who says they hate sucking cock so much, you sure seem to be enjoying sucking that cock."
Audrey tries to protest, but that would require taking the dildo out of her mouth, and it feels so good in her mouth, thick and heavy and sending pleasure shivering all down her spine.
"That's okay," Shana says. "I'm sure this is just a phase. I mean, you're the one who said that only subs like sucking cocks, and you're not a sub, are you?"
Aubrey shakes her head, drool running down her chin.
"That's right," Shana coos. "My little switch, and proud of it. Only...if it's just subs who like sucking cock, and you're all wet and messy just from having one in your mouth, what does that make you?"
Aubrey almost answers, but then Shana nudges the dildo another half-inch into her mouth, and she gets distracted by that instead.
"No matter," Shana tells her. "Just keep sucking. I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually."
A rule change pushed by White House officials would slash benefits or end support for as many as 400,000 Supplemental Security Income recipi
The Trump administration wants to make a rule change that would decrease or end benefits for SSI recipients who live with their family. As many as 400,000 disabled people may have their benefits cut if this rule change occurs.
It's worth noting as always that as things currently stand, the MAXIMUM benefit a person can receive from SSI is $994 a month.
If two people on SSI are married, the MAXIMUM they can receive is $1,491 a month, total, for both of them. (Meaning marriage to another SSI recipient reduces your maximum income possible to $745 a person each month.)
Could you live on that?
Could you live on that without living with family?
The administration is working on a rule change that would deduct the value of a disabled adult’s bedroom from their SSI allotment, even if the family members they live with are poor enough to qualify for food stamps. This would mean slashing the benefits of some of the most low-income SSI recipients by up to a third — about $330 a month in Burton’s case — or ending their support altogether. The SSI rule change is being reviewed by the White House Office of Management and Budget, a process that involves editing the draft regulation and considering where it falls on the list of the president’s priorities. Once it’s returned to the Social Security Administration for initial publication, there will be an opportunity for public comment; it could take until next year to be finalized, depending on the amount of opposition it faces. (quote from article above)
AND IT NEEDS TO FACE A LOT OF OPPOSITION, SO CALL AGAIN!!
im gonna look up contact info for the office of management and budget staff, White House Budget Director Russell Vought, and Social Security Commissioner Frank Bisignano. Bombard them. no peace for em.
And they're going after disabled people cause they think A, no one will fight for them and B, they're too weak to fight for themselves.
Hearing someone say "AI is so great, I don't have to think anymore because ChatGPT can do it for me"
Inside of are two wolves. One is devastingly disappointed with what society has come to. The other one is INCREDIBLY TURNED ON by the idea of having a cold AI think what you're supposed to think for you
Yeah, that.
The issue (imo) is that LLMs are too unintelligent to think for you. You are already smarter and more capable than ChatGPT. It's just faster at being correct some of the time if the predictive text machine incidentally skews toward the truth.
Dumbification is only hot when you really have no chance against the person or entity trying to pacify you and take over your mind.
I would advise against it.
"Against what?" the adventurer asks. They didn't say anything, but this does not tend to stop the ilithid from passing judgment on stray thoughts.
This is not a stray thought. It is an unwise fixation. There are not enough hours in the day to comment on the majority of your 'stray thoughts'.
The adventurer smiles. "If you insist. Well, what's so unwise about it? You'd want to eat me?"
No. I still require your assistance.
"Good to know." They laugh. For a proportedly straight-forward species, their ilithid companion tends to beat about the bush.
It makes an audible grumble. You will not be able to resist domination, and I will not let you go.
That gave them pause. "And here I thought you were indifferent to me," they joke.
You are useful. You would make a good thrall.
They cross their arms. This does beg an obvious question, doesn't it?
Your guild's trust in me is tentative. Enthralling you would be counterproductive.
"Fair enough, I suppose." But—
It is in my nature to dominate. I resist this impulse at its root. Letting you go is another matter altogether. It would be as unnatural to me as you choosing to starve mere feet from a banquet hall.
"Fine, fine, I get it, I'm too tempting for a taste," they say, waving their arms in the air. "Just don't complain if one of your buddies enthrall me first."
There is a palpable silence in the adventurer's mind. It raises the hair on their neck; the ilithid is never this quiet.
You make a compelling point, it finally 'says'. Perhaps it is in your nature to be dominated. You will be useless to me if you stray.
Their heart skips a beat. A moment passes. Nothing happens. "...You're messing with me."
No. It was a test.
Face flushing, the adventurer scoffs and says nothing.
Perhaps we should return to the guild. Your perversions are a liability.
"Hey! That's not fair, I just— I thought—"
Very little.
"Shut up, I just panicked," they insisted, heat crawling down their neck. "That's the whole reason I figured it might be a good idea to– to, y'know, get me used to the, um... The sensations, or warning signs—"
There would be none. Your mind would spread for me at first provocation. Instantly, you would slip into a waking slumber and never rouse again.
"...Hmph." They fold their arms again.
If nothing else, your eagerness is noted. Perhaps the guild would allow me to buy you at some future junction.
"I'm not for sale!" they bellow, indignant.
Indeed. There was a rueful intonation to the ilithid's reply. Let us stop here for the evening. It seems I will need to prepare a stronger ward for you against psionic influences.