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I start to appreciate mind control devices. I start to appreciate spirals again. I like shiny swinging objects as much as I ever did, maybe even more.

I'm sure this is all healthy and good for me!

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Cold Saturday mornings would be ideal for sitting on a warm, soft carpet, reading a book, and sitting at your feet. My hair would make a warm headrest for you idly play with while you read your book, too.

Right up to the moment you decide you’d rather play with what’s in my head than the golden locks on top.

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Every time I come across Tumblr's terrible ai girlfriend ads, I get slightly jealous. They just smile in the camera, twirl when asked, but not much more.

I think I could do that. Just as good. Be your hypnotized second screen. Smiling at you, dreamily. Posing however you want, for hours at end. All while drifing, dreaming, warm, tingling. Staring blankly, being pretty, thoughts still. Just a pretty and interactive screensaver.

Right up until the moment you want or need something. Or a phone rings that you need answered, or any other task you want to offload: I turn all focused, all professional. My wealth of knowledge is open for you to make use of. A perfect focused fact-checked search engine. An inspired text writer. A calculator that does know advanced math. The sexiest tech support you ever had. A functioning neural network, all for you to command, and for me to obey. The pure pleasure of being useful to you. Focused, with a goal.

And when the task is finished? Your 'good girl'? It feels like the best thing in the world, and that release, that pleasure, lets me sink deeper, more ready for the next time to be used…

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For the likes

For the likes

I write for myself. For years now, I have words, thoughts, stories, and experiences that have to go out. I trust them to the metaphorical paper. And it makes my life better that I do that.

But posting, that is a completely different matter.

Posting is for me, too. But in a different way. The feedback is a good reason, and the interaction makes me a better writer, as well as a better editor. But that is not it; I get easily annoyed at random critics who only point out spelling and grammar mistakes. I know I write as a non-native speaker; there is a reason for that.

I am pretty sure I write for the likes. For the reblogs. For other writers or hypnokinky people to say something nice about it.

Each like is a small dopamine hit. It hits me right in that part of my brain that gets happy about it. Each one is conditioning me to feel good about posting. Each one makes a small mark in my deep self that makes me feel good about posting. And I can just mindlessly stare at the number that goes up, and up, and up. Each one is making me feel better and better.

That can’t hurt, right?

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There was a moment when I played tumblr's april's fools day where I thought it was giving me sublimal messageing where I did not caught half of the words (good girl something, hypnobrat something, hypnosomething)

But it just does list who I follow

😅

[misshypnofascinated]

Hypnovember progress post.

I did not get to finish all of them in time for november, but I give myself december to fill it with vignettes and one or two longer stories that needed more time then the 1-writing-a-day of november allowed me.

Edit 21 December 2025: I finished! 30 days complete!

I took the prompt list from the lovely peopel of #residency hypnovember via gentlyevilvt

I did a thing to tie all writings togheter this hypnovember; all writings have a small quote or something before the actual writing. Just for fun :)

Day 1: Hanahaki disease (Alien/Parasite) [792] Day 2: Doll house (puppet/Plush) [759] Day 3: Memory play (Memory/Clue) [947] Day 4: Art exhibit (Art/Display) [552] Day 5: Air gapped (Sealed away/Binded) [1119] Day 6: Campfire (Dark/stars) [184] Day 7: Pocket screen (Glow/Shadow) [615] Day 8: pendant (Stare/Stuck) [422] Day 9: Augmentation (cyber/Mech) [1151] Day 10: All (Hivemind/Cult) [222] Day 11: Company meeting (Sellout / one up) [955] Day 12: A day in the life of a hypnosub (Echo/Repetition) [268] Day 13: Seamless transition to sleep (Dream/Late Night) [239] Day 14: Song selection (voice/song) [1369] Day 15: Science museum(Museum / Preservation) [945] Day 16: Ad break (Assimilation/Individualism) [418] Day 17: Possessive (Possessiveness / Possession) [363] Day 18: Precious cargo (App/Drone) [541] Day 19: Fireplace (Smell/medicine) [349] Day 20: Baggage (Regression/Recursion) [2545] Day 21: Stage tricks (Choice/Trick) [283] Day 22: Ribbons (Ribbons/belt) [682] Day 23: Late night dialog with myself (Rest/Knockout) [499] Day 24: Musings on grins and kisses (Kiss/Grin) [307] Day 25: In a flash (Shock/Lightning) [191] Day 26: Acces badge (Horror/eyes) [367] Day 27: Herpetology (Naga/Serpent / Water) [965] Day 28: Sculpture (Soft/Sculpt) [130] Day 29: Golden morning(Fae/web) [410] Day 30: Switch (Button/Time) [621]

Welcome post for the rest of the year here

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Glitches at work

My laptop screen glitches. I freeze for a moment, but the screen returns to its normal glow. I go back to the creative project I'm doing. It is a web project for a non-profit. The person I am doing this for contacted me via email some wee...

The screen glitches again. What is this? It is getting annoying, and it momentarily throws me off. It is also too warm here, and I pull off my comfortable hoodie. It is a good thing the writing for this project is already done. From now on it is just the look and feel that needs finishing. The glitch made me dislike the greens on the page. Some pinks would look way nicer, softer on my eyes. I open the css and adjust the color of the ...

The screen glitches. It makes me feel dizzy. And it is hard to stay concentrated. I’m having this strange itch all over my skin. I rub along my arms, and it gives a slight relieve. But I’m looking back at the screen. I'm almost done, I can ignore this for a bit longer. There are just these final edits and those last pictures to upload and to do a final...

The screen glitches. I blink and pause. My T-shirt itches. My head feels heavy, like it is stuffed with cotton candy. I strip of my t-shirt, and the itching disappears. It takes some effort, but I sync the git repo. One final check and I’m ready to mail the owner who...

The screen glitches, and I stare mindlessly at the screen. Waiting on the mail with instructions. Not noticing the small green webcam light, that has been on the entire time.

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Do you know conference speakers? With a black grille? Some have a spiral pattern. I can imagine being in a meeting. The subject of my expertise came and went, and now I'm just waiting for the non-relevant discussion to end. 

I stare at the speaker. The hole pattern seems to move in the warm air. My eyes unfocus. The discussion fades. My breath becomes slow and steady. I lose sense of time. And I only vaguely hear your warm voice rounding off.

The meeting comes to an end, and you ask me to stay. 

I remain seated, unable to shake the slowness in the warm room, and the tone of your voice doesn't help. It is deep and it is resonating inside me. As you walk to me, you take a moment in silence to look at me. I see your hand move up, and as you brush over my cheek, I feel my mind going quiet. You tell me you saw me drifting off. It made you wonder if I would Drop for you. With those words, I feel myself falling, and my thoughts stop. 

You ask me if I will behave for you. I say yes. 

You ask me if I do what you ask of me. I say yes. 

You tell me I will be a good office girl for you. I say yes. 

Your hand moves from my cheek downwards. I feel so good, in your care, in your hands, in your words. I would do anything for you in that moment. I'm going to be such a good pleasing girl for you. 

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I blink. The meeting had not yet ended. We are at the closing rounds and I see you looking. Winking, even. You look like you exactly know what I was fantasizing about. 

I'm leaving the meeting room. And I can't help wondering if that was a fantasy or a memory. And I'm contemplating if I should visit your office later today.