Dripping and Dropping

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[sweethypnoslut]

I'm tired of trying to edit my pinned post so it's time for a New One

Basics

Name: Who are you, the Fae? Just call me Sweetie, please!

Age: 29

Pronouns: they/she

Gender: Genderqueer. A defined gender, in this economy?

Sex: AFAB: I have tits, I have a pussy/cunt.

Gendered Terms Of Address: If we’re being formal, it’s Mx. Girl and Lady are perfectly workable if incomplete and not entirely accurate. Dude, Bro, Girly/Girlie, and Boi, in the slang senses are all fine. Woman and Man are a Big No. I am Neither Of Those Things.

Rules

This is meant to be a positive and affirming space for myself and for others. As a result: no non-kink-based assholery. If you’re going to be condescending, patronizing, arrogant, etc, it'd better be hot.

No racism, sexism, (non-kink) misogyny, homophobia, queerphobia, transphobia, fatphobia, fat-shaming, body-shaming Islamophobia, Anti-Semitism, colonialism, Imperialism, toxic nationalism, or related fuckass behavior. I will not hesitate to block. I’ve blocked people for much less.

Now: Kinks & Boundaries

Interact with me! Send me spirals or porn gifs, tease me for being such a needy hypnoslut, Make fun of me for being a cumdump, explain how I’m inferior for being so wet and needy, tell me what you would do to mindfuck me, recommend hypno files/videos, tell me what to do/give me a task, distract me with mantras, etc. Anons welcome!

I currently only do text-trance sessions online, no voice or video. Currently with a long term partner IRL, my Master @misterglassdm, but I have his permission to play with ppl on tumblr! Yay!

Terms Of Address:

Anyone Can Call Me: Sweetie, good girl, slut, trancewhore, doll, pet (in the posh way not the petplay way), toy, fucktoy, plaything, dear, darling, etc. If it’s not on the Don’t list just give it a go and I’ll tell you.

ONLY My Master Can Call Me: “My good girl” “My slut” “Mine” etc.

DON’T Call Me: bitch, fuckmeat, anything body-shaming or appearance based, puppy, kitten, other animals.

Green Light Kinks: (Pretty Much Always)

Mind Control, Hypnosis, Brainwashing, etc.

IQ Play/Dumbification.

Degradation. Specifically playful and condescending/patronizing tone, making fun of me, etc.

Praise. Tell me I'm pretty and good and do a good job!

Hypnotic Amnesia, I'm still not the best at it, but I always love the idea of forgetting, having my memories controlled.

Wetness. Tell me my thoughts are leaking out my cunt, tease me for being a drippy slut.

Freeuse/Sexual Service. Good toys love to be played with and want to give others pleasure!

Monsters: Succubi, Incubi, Lamia, Vampires, Werewolves, Shifters, Tentacles, etc.

Roleplay. I’m a storyteller and a nerd! Fun sexy stories!

Confusion/Gaslighting

Bimboification. Not in a physical-appearance/gender-presentation, stereotyped-femininity way. More in a silly, giggly, dumb, and horny way. I don’t do Bambi content.

Edging/Orgasm Delay. I don't do well with the idea of "never cum," but "have to wait for permission" is so hot.

Intox Play.

Somno.

Yellow Light Kinks (Probably/In Specific Contexts/May Involve Soft Limits)

Religion Kink/Priest Kink/Hierophilia. I was raised Catholic and am working through some things lol. All posts of this nature will be tagged ✝️.

Bondage

Light Impact Play. Yay for being spanked!

Very Light Misogyny. A teeny tiny bit. As a treat. In a very silly way.

CNC (Consensual Non-Consent). In specific contexts/situations.

Medfet/Experimentation. Mad scientists, doctors turning patients into fucktoys, etc.

Kidnapping. So long as hypnosis/brainwashing follows after.

Red Light Kinks (Hard Limits)

Age Play

Incēst Play, even if explicitly faked.

Hard rāpe-play.

Abuse/Violence play: blood, knives, guns, etc.

Unsanitary: water sports, scat, vomit, etc.

ABDL.

Race Play.

Feederism (I’m fat but it’s not a kink it’s my body and I have ED history so please just don’t).

Petplay.

[pharaohmunch]

Saying "make me" and then immediately being made to 💕💕💕💕

[hypnocutie]

Hhhhhhh, the idea of trying to resist being hypnotized as I say “I feel funny…” and “what’s happening to me…?” As I’m all dazed and fuzzy only for the hypnotist to hush me and say “nothing, you’re just tired~” as my eyes grow heavier and I simply drool and nod along and comply…neeeddddd 💕

[veryprettydizzyy]

I think it's fun to imagine a little support group for hypno subs. And there's a drone, a bimbo, every kind of pet you can imagine, a subject, and a princess of course.

We're all friends and it's nice.

[a-sweet-thing]

Imagining a hypnotist infiltrating the group and taking over, one sub at a time~

[monstersflashlight]

Imagine being auctioned to a group of monsters. It's for charity, they said. It's just a date, they said. But the way they are looking at you with their teeth showing and almost drooling over you... it doesn't sound like they'd be happy with only a date. And as the night moves along and the bids get higer and higer, you can feel their hunger in the air, wanting more, desiring more... You can see some of them strocking their dicks over their pants already, their erections so big you know they are craving to fuck you even if it's right there, in the middle of town. But when the bid is closed, and you ask the organized who won "a date" with you, she only smiles darkly and answers: "the pack".

[endlesslyentrancing]

Awareness of mind

Awearness of brainwashing

Awareness of mindlessness

Awareness of forgetting

Awareness of mind

[trainwreck-of-thoughts]

Wordcount

"...aaaand all the way up. Welcome back, how're you feeling?"

Hana's head whirled with the familiar fog of amnesia, that gentle, unobtrusive don't think too hard about it that she'd by now learned to associate with imminent surprises. She didn't feel particularly strange, aside from the usual post-trance sluggishness, but by this point she'd learned how that meant absolutely zilch.

"I feel like..."

-49, 48, 47-

The numbers didn't interrupt her thoughts, they were just sort of... there. Hovering in the background the way things normally hover in the background of your mind: I'm a bit chilly, tomorrow is the big day, I should buy milk. It felt a little bit like reading them, a little bit like hearing them, but mostly like her thoughts themselves felt: indistinct, conceptual. Except that it hadn't felt like her thinking them.

"What the hell was that?"

-46, 45, 44, 43, 42-

Her hypnotist tried to remain aloof and unreadable, even succeeding for a second. Then they cracked a smile that widened into a grin, then into wild uncontrolled laughter, body shaking with some private amusement, dark hair bouncing up and down. She sat there, stunned, until they calmed down and spoke at last.

"Aha, darling, you know how you can never resist having the last word? I figured I'd have some fun with that impulse. As I'm sure you figured out by now, you get fifty words to last you the rest of the day - forty-two now - and once you get to zero... Actually, you can find that out yourself whenever the moment's there. Before lunch, if you keep going at this rate."

Her mouth had already opened by the time she bit back the instinctive retort. Okay, so that was the game. Fine. Easy, even. She'd been caught by surprise there, but now she understood the rules. How hard could it be to only talk when absolutely necessary?

"Now, did you understand all that or should I use smaller words?"

"How stupid do you think I-"

-41, 40, 39, 38, 37, 36-

"You fucker!"

-35, 34-

She shut up.

"Oh, don't go quiet on me now, I -did- still ask you how you were feeling. It's my job to check in on you, you know."

This time the impulse to snark didn't come. She took her time to decide what she'd be saying, teasing out emotions from the conflicted mess inside her stomach, converting them into language, compressing all that to a carefully-budgeted handful of words.

"...Frustrated. Impressed. Reflective."

-33, 32, 31-

"Very well said, dear. You're so much more thoughtful with your word choice than you normally are! Thirty-one left, right? Good luck holding on to those."

-----

The rest of the day was like a strange, quiet version of their usual hang-outs. Having lunch. Doing the dishes together. Playing that board game they'd played a hundred times. Sometimes her hypnotist picked up the slack in conversation, launching into long rambles that didn't require much in ways of interaction. Other times, they were simply both silent. Hana hadn't ever quite realized how much there was an expectation to speak, or be ready to speak, whenever you were with another person. Now that had been taken away, everything seemed... easier, almost?

The countdown was still there, of course, and over the course of the afternoon it steadily ticked down. Sometimes she'd get tricked, slip up, and lose a few words, instinctively responding to anything from "Hey, Hana?" to "So why isn't Green Lantern part of the Avengers, anyway?".

Other times, she was forced to talk. Her hypnotist made her verbalize her entire takeout order, with no small amount of sadistic glee, and for one moment she'd been tempted to forgo her favorite just to be able to order something with a shorter name. She didn't, though - chả cá lã vong was just too good.

Even so, by the end of the day, there were twelve words remaining. She felt proud. She'd made it through. For all the fun that she admitted she'd had along the way - first and foremost, she'd been playing to win.

They'd gotten ready for bed without incident, and as she crawled in, she flashed the biggest, smuggest smile in her arsenal. Reveling in her victory didn't require words.

Her hypnotist, somewhat concerningly, was bearing some cryptic smile. A vague sense of worry crept into Hana's mind, like there was something she'd been forgetting, something really important and-

Her hypnotist snapped their fingers. The response was immediate, words jumping from her mouth like it'd been spring-loaded, the whole movement of tongue and lips no more voluntary than when you close your mouth to swallow.

"I'm your toy."

-11, 10, 9-

Of course. Of course. This was so their style.

"Well, dear, it would seem I did not just put in that countdown this morning. It took some restraint, not using it sooner, but I'm sure you're happy I could control myself. Though I'll confess I initially imagined I'd have to use it more than four times."

She glared silently. A part of her, both resigned to her defeat and defiant to the end, proposed throwing out a string of epithets and going out on her own terms. Before she could decide if she wanted to do that, her hypnotist spoke again.

"Now, I think we both know what's going to happen here. You are so adorably sensitive to countdowns, after all, and this one is happening directly inside your own head. You're already a little fuzzy, aren't you? And it's only going to get worse as we start counting down more."

Actually, yeah, she was a little-

A snap.

"I'm your toy."

-8, 7, 6-

Snap.

"I'm... your toy."

-5, 4, 3-

Snap.

"I'm... your... toy"

-2, 1, 0-

She was gone before her head hit the pillow.

[another-hypno-toy]

i swear, this might be hotter every time i read it. this is evil, @trainwreck-of-thoughts

[raddnapqueen]

Uh oh, looks like it's horny o'clock again

[hypno-gears]

Villains who grab their victim's head while hypnotizing them❤️❤️❤️❤️

It's like they literally have the victim's brain in the palm of their hand.

Even hotter when the victim tries to resist the spell but are trapped in the villain's grasp.

[bibibifemme]

need to be fucked stupid like, face smashed on the mattress, drooling incoherent mess

[transfvckdoll]

Who wants mommy to fuck then like this?

[hikingdyke-deactivated20170912]

I Give Good Head Also I Am Nice

[mudpitvelvet]

Feel free to stare ♡

[bryynwill]

jsyk if we're mutuals you have my express permission to masturbate to me

[matt-is-me]

Here's a fun task for all of the good toys following this blog:

Tell me your deepest, most mind breaking hypnotic fantasy. The more creative or detailed, the better.

Who knows, your ideas might inspire me to make a story or two, abd you can get brainwashed by my interpretation of your own needy, kinky desires~

[sweethypnoslut]

I just adore the idea of being a hero's partner/lover/best friend and getting kidnapped by their villain nemesis. Said villain brainwashes me into a completely helpless, mindless fucktoy. When the hero comes to rescue me, they're forced to watch as I sexually degrade and humiliate myself at the villain's command, and they can tell that part of me loves it.

Best part is this can easily be altered to fit almost any genre and several tones.

[hypnoticdom1]

Little miss hypnobait just wants to listen to the sound of your voice and doesn’t really care what you’re saying anymore

[servantofdiscord]

Waiting room with hypnotic traps everywhere. Soothing music with hidden messages. Staticky TV with flashing subliminals. Magazines with hypnotic inductions and propaganda. A cheery blank-eyed receptionist frequently checking in on you to reassure you that you’ll be ready to submit soon~

[strwberrishrtcake]

brainwash me until I can't think independently