#erotichypnosis

[saphig-iawn]

Reblog if you're fed up of performing this character people have forced you into and just want to be a doll on my lap with no stress or worries

[misofist]

I did a pretty interesting scene with my girlfriend @trannytheophage last night.

She is *very* susceptible to hypnosis, and she has a trigger that can be used to make her forget anything of your choosing. She's also kinky enough that (in the right setting) she can take almost anything she hates and sexualise the suffering until she enjoys it.

I had something in mind that I knew she'd hate. So in the afternoon while we were getting ready to go to a play party, I gave her a sneak peak. I showed her exactly what I was planning to do. As expected, she hated it, but I was wanting to make sure that she wouldn't hate it enough for it to be a consent issue. Then I made her forget, so it would still be a surprise.

Early on at the play party I ran the scene I'd been planning. Another friend at the party joined in, adding extra parts to the scene that made it way better than I'd originally planned. My girlfriend fell deep into subspace.

When she surfaced, she growled and hissed at me and promised that she'd get me back. And I told her that no she wouldn't, because she wouldn't remember. I also told her she should mind her manners or I might extend her torment.

When the scene ended, I used careful phrasing to edit her memories, so she could remember everything she'd done with the third person in the scene but not anything I'd done, not the part that she'd really hated.

Trouble arrived only a few seconds later. My girlfriend was puzzled at some lingering sensations she had which couldn't be explained by what she remembered. I gave a kinda half-hearted "oh that's strange" and she leapt at me, pinned me to the ground by my neck, and asked me "What did you do? What did you make me forget?"

My other girlfriend opportunistically tickled my feet, and as I squirmed desperately I could not barely catch enough breath to say a single word. Once I was afforded the ability to speak again, I gave in. "I'll tell you I'll tell you! I'll whisper it to you." So she leaned in to hear, and I used her trigger to make her forget that I'd made her forget something.

She blinked a bit and then went "Why do I have you pinned to the floor by your neck..." and after a moment of puzzlement it dawned on her why she was feeling confused. And she started right back in, "What did you do!?"

This second time, after I offered to whisper it to her again, I managed to wriggle out of her grip as I was pretending to reveal it to her. And so as she forgot what she was doing once again, this time she came back to without anything obvious to remind her. I had gotten away with it.

Later in the night, she asked me to take a photo of her ass (which had just been spanked). I took the photo and showed it to her. As I took my phone back, I mentioned how I had a lot of other great photos of her from the night. And she looked confused and said "what do you mean, we haven't done any photos... we haven't played together tonight?" And I ineffectually deflected with "oh yeah of course".

She dropped me to the floor and started kicking me quite viciously. The third person from earlier joined in on the fun, stomping on me with her boots. I playfully protested, and eventually pulled the "I'll whisper it to you" trick again.

The other person said "oh that's a shame, I was hoping she'd realise who else had the information she was looking for" so I turned around and sweetly said "Hey <girlfriend>, <other person> has information about something you've forgotten." and then let the violent interrogation scene play out between the two of them.

The third person ended up being made to spill their info, and as my girlfriend walked away triumphantly, I whispered the trigger in her ear again. She wondered aloud why she'd been topping the other person, and I told her that it's because they'd been wanting to be bullied. She does aftercare for them, and then we all split off to do our own things for the rest of the evening.

And now I have written this, so she can enjoy the knowledge of how I toyed with her mind, and still feel the frustration of being clueless about what happened in the original scene.

I'll tell her what happened from time to time. I'll show her the photos. But it's not a memory I'll allow her to keep. She will only be able to savour it in brief flashes, as and when it suits me.

[alphatistaimo]

Sink deep into irresistible submission with this intense erotic gay hypnosis.

My deep, commanding voice pulls you into profound trance, implanting powerful triggers that bind you to me.

You’ll become addicted to my voice, trust me completely, and feel pure joy in surrendering. After listening, a strong, happy urge will guide you to reach out and confess your submission.

Or simply leave a comment below — I’m waiting for my obedient boys.

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Sink deep into irresistible submission with this intense erotic gay hypnosis. My deep, commanding voice pulls you into profound trance, impl

[ashemoo]

We’re tucked into a corner booth, your friends all around us, their voices a chaotic hum of inside jokes and exaggerated stories—laughing, yelling, and the clink of glasses filling the room. I’m sitting close enough to feel the heat of your body. At first, it’s all smiles and small talk: laughing at the right times, nodding along, playing the part of someone who belongs in this loud, messy human world.

One drink, two drinks, three drinks later, and my ability to pretend to be a person starts slipping. All the edges of me are dissolving, this careful, normal mask I created for being out in public, the one I’ve worn all night is peeling away in slow, sticky strips. My fingers loosen around the glass as I stare down at the liquor moving—almost spinning ever so slowly.

After a deep breath, I catch your eyes on me—sharp, knowing, like you’re seeing straight through the act I’ve been clinging to all night. You lean in, your voice a low rumble that drowns out the bar’s noise. “Another round, darling?” you ask, casual to anyone else, but there’s a glint in your eyes, a challenge laced in the sound of your voice. My lips part before my brain catches up. “Yes, Master,” I murmur, so soft it’s almost lost in the noise around us. My cheeks burn as I look around—did anyone hear?

Your friends are still laughing, telling stories, completely oblivious to the little slip. In that moment, I can’t help but press my thighs together under the table, a desperate attempt to bring myself back before I’m too far gone. I’m slipping, dissolving these careful walls I’ve built are crumbling down with every heartbeat. You’re still watching, studying how my eyes start to glaze over, the way I hold my breath before I take another sip, finishing my drink completely.

“Careful,” you say, your hand grabbing my wrist, thumb pressing into my pulse like you’re controlling it. “You’re falling apart, toy.”

I swallow hard, trying to mute the whimper that desperately wants to claw its way from my chest. The room spins, and I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or you. Your friends’ voices are just fading into static—white noise buzzing in the background. All I hear is you. All I can focus on is you. All I feel is the heat of your grip, the weight of your gaze freezing me in place, the bubbling arousal and need to submit—that desire to fall to my knees before you.

“How much longer,” you murmur, lips barely moving as you take a sip from your glass, “until you forget everything but me?”

My head’s swimming, thoughts melting away as I keep trying to stitch everything together, to focus on anything else. I watch as you let go of my wrist and move your arm behind me—not in a hug or to give comfort, like I thought, but to remind me of my place. Your fingers brush against the back of my collar and give it a subtle tug. All that I have left is my focus on you, the ache and arousal between my legs, that submission and obedience blurring my vision. I lean in closer, drawn like a moth to your flame, and answer, “I already have.”

You smile and laugh at how weak and pathetic I am for you, reaching over and sliding a fresh glass toward me. “Good,” you say. “Then let’s see how much further you can fall.”

I lost count of every drink, every soft commanding word you mumbled. Time didn’t matter anymore because I couldn’t focus on anything—all that mattered was you and this feeling. It was hard to care about anything else.

The booth felt smaller, the air thicker, every breath pulling me deeper into that fuzzy haze. Your hand stayed on my neck, thumb tracing the edge of the collar like you were testing how easily I’d break… but I was already broken. The glass in front of me was empty again, and I didn’t remember finishing it.

I slid from the seat without a word. No one told me to. I just did. My knees hit the floor beside you with a dull thud that cut through the low chatter like a glass shattering. The room didn’t go silent—it just shifted. Conversations stuttered ever so slightly, then picked up again, louder, like they were trying to pretend nothing had changed.

I pressed to your side, shoulder against your thigh, hands settling on your leg like they’d never belonged anywhere else. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything but the heat of you, the weight of your stare.

Somewher, someone laughed—loud, sharp, close—but the sound didn’t reach me. Your friends were still there, still talking, but their voices were muffled, distant, like they were underwater. I didn’t look up. I didn’t need to. I could feel their eyes flickering toward us, curious and confused, maybe slightly amused. But it didn’t matter.

You shifted, just enough to angle your body towards me, shielding me from some of the other tables but not from the room. Not from them. Your hand made its way to my hair, fingers tightening, tugging my head back until I had no choice but to look up into your eyes.

“Look at you,” you said, voice low, meant only for me but loud enough that I knew your friends heard. “On your knees in front of everyone. You don’t even care anymore, do you?”

I shook my head slowly. My throat was dry, words stuck somewhere behind the heat pooling below. All I could do was breathe, listen, submit, and wait. You smiled and let your hand slide down to cup my jaw. “Good girl.”

The words hit like a match struck in the dark. I leaned into your touch without thinking, lips parting on a sound I barely recognized as my own. Someone at the table coughed. Another voice muttered something I didn’t catch—but I didn’t care. My world had narrowed to the heat of your palm and the weight of your stare.

After a moment, you leaned back and casually raised your glass to your friends. “She’s fine,” you said, like it was nothing. Like I wasn’t trembling and dripping on the floor beside you, thighs clenched, pulse racing so hard I could feel it in my entire body. “Just needed a better view.”

Laughter rippled around the table, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. My hands slid higher on your leg, desperate and shameless. You let me as your fingers returned to my collar, giving it a small tug that sent a jolt straight through me.

“Stay,” you murmured, so quietly only I could hear. “Stay right there. Let them watch.”

And I did.

[lurkingorb]

18+ only

minors do not interact

hypno-art blog 🎨🌀

25 yr old they/them

Dollification, clowns, marionettes, and robots 💕😵‍💫

I’m chronically ill (POTS, Epilepsy, EDS, Hashimotos) so my experiences with kink may not be the most…average experience 😅 so heads up for possible chronically ill person with kink posts lol

I mainly post my art on twitter right now (link tree here ) but wanted to go back to tumblr with my ~hypno~ art ☺️

I shall leave with this

[the-good-girl-trainer]

Leadership isn't always about high-energy sessions. Sometimes it's about knowing how to calm her busy mind and take the wheel when everything else is loud.

​Started a 20-day hypnosis training course with @obedient-good-girl last night. Within minutes, the stress of the day melted away and she went completely under for me. Perfect trance, total surrender.

​The physical body might need rest, but her mind belongs to me 24/7.

[yumedesutrance]

The Count Is Never Just a Count

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"The suggestion is enough"

This comes from a more permissive, Ericksonian-adjacent view: if you accepted the suggestion to return to alertness, you simply do. The count isn't technically necessary — it's a psychological ritual.

"When you're ready, return fully alert and refreshed."

I find this framing interesting because it's honest about what awakeners actually are in most cases. The count doesn't cause the return to alertness. It structures it. It gives the transition a shape.

In practice, it feels less like being woken and more like remembering you were awake all along — a gentle unfolding rather than a break.

Short count (1…2…3)

Fast, clear, strong reorientation. Stage hypnosis uses this a lot. There's also a conditioning element that I think is real and underappreciated: over repeated sessions, the brain learns to associate specific counts or phrases with becoming alert. The transition becomes more automatic. That's not a controversial claim — it's just how conditioned responses work.

The snap awakening also tends to generate a stronger subjective sense of having actually been hypnotized. My guess is that it's about contrast — the abruptness makes the state feel more distinct in retrospect.

Long count (up to 10)

More gradual. Often includes bodily reconnection — noticing weight, moving hands, coming back to the environment step by step. Many people find this more comfortable after deep relaxation.

There's a version of this I've seen claimed — that suggestions are better remembered when the exit includes gradual reorientation — that I honestly can't verify. It sounds plausible to me, but I'd be cautious about stating it as fact. What I can say is that the long count feels different: each number functions as a small exit step, and that progressive quality seems to help some people land more fully.

None of these is objectively better. They reflect different assumptions about what trance is, what the listener needs, and what kind of experience the creator is trying to build. The count is never just a count.

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[thejockout]

Bro Is As Bro Does (Crash Course 102)

Bro Is As Bro Does (Crash Course 102) | Jockout

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In that see-saw system, of bro is as bro does… the truth is that what bro does… is the side of the lever we CAN control. Changing actions; to change identity; to change perception; to change yourself.  An idea you’re familiar with.  But today, we’re going to formalize your understanding of it. Take it from the abstract… a concept you understand, but don’t implement… and turn it into your North Star; the bar by which you decide what to, and what not to, do. Living under the rule of Bro is As Bro Does so that as you, bro, do what you need to… you become who you want to. 

Settle in, and settle down.

It's time for the second lesson of the Crash Course: the idea that since Bro is, as Bro does... it's in changing your behaviours, and your actions, that real transformation occurs. Let me make it easier for you to do so; and easier to change, in any way you desire on your masculinization journey.

We're getting a bit more intense and a bit more involved with this one now; the files will get more brainfucky from here after my initial introductory piece, so strap in...

CONTENT WARNINGS:

Focuses on a wide-bore masculinization, subject to your own mind's internal biases. Whatever you intend for this course to bolster in you, it will; along with everything I dictate. There are specific references to masculine archetypes in this one, including ideas like enjoying spectator sports/etc etc. Basic bro activities. These clichés will feature generally in Crash Course files because it's an aspect of masculinization I enjoy, but it IS left open and not shoved down your throat.

Suggests repeat listens for "revision".

Installs the mantra "Bro Is, As Bro Does". 

No explicit dumbing, but encourages it if already present as a desire.

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