#hypnosis fantasy

[somni-is-sleepy]

i’m a bit bored… could be staring at spirals rn

read the Wikipedia pages for hypnosis and associated topics. Was interesting

[mr-wanderer1]

Master, what would you say to a good girl who wants to be paraded around like the pet she is?~

I'd put a leash on you…

A delicate one. Pink, maybe—so everyone knows you’re mine.

Then I’d walk you through the crowds…

You on your knees, me holding the leash. All eyes on my pretty pet.

And you’d love it…

The attention, the humiliation—all because you belong to me.

Wouldn’t you, pet?

You’d blush… but your heart would race with pride.

My good girl… paraded. Adored. Owned.

Now dream of it.

[mr-wanderer1]

The Velvet Whisper

The air was thick with the scent of vanilla candles. A single voice—smooth, velvet, *hypnotic*—spoke from the shadows.

"Close your eyes…"

And just like that… every muscle in her body went loose. The pleasure began at once—a warm, honeyed haze spreading through her mind.

The voice grew softer, slower—each word a gentle push into deeper bliss.

"You’re sinking… so easily. So beautifully."

Her chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm with the words. No thoughts—just warmth, submission, and that creeping pleasure crawling through her veins.

The voice lowered to a whisper—almost inaudible, yet impossible to ignore.

"Your eyelids feel heavy… your limbs weightless."

She didn’t just *feel* relaxed—she was melted. Every nerve buzzed with sweet submission, her mind floating in pure, effortless pleasure.

The whisper curled around her like smoke—sweet, intoxicating.

"You’re so good at this… just letting go."

Her lips parted slightly. A tiny sigh escaped—she didn’t even realize she was smiling. The trance wasn’t painful or deep… it was *pleasurable*. Like floating on a cloud of warmth.

The voice paused—just for a breath—and then returned, even softer.

"Now… imagine my hand on your head. Stroking."

Instantly, she *felt* it—the phantom touch sending shivers down her spine. The pleasure intensified, warm and syrupy, pooling in her chest.

The imagined touch trailed down—over her forehead, her cheeks, the curve of her jaw.

"So gentle… so loving."

She wasn’t just imagining it anymore. It *felt real*. The pleasure trance deepened—she was lost in the sensation, breathless and blissed-out.

The voice turned tender—almost maternal in its hypnotic sweetness.

"You’re safe here… so loved. So cared for."

Her body went boneless, sinking further into the trance. No worries, no tension—just this endless wave of comfort and devotion, wrapping around her like a hug.

The whisper softened to a murmur—barely there, yet overwhelming.

"Just stay… forever like this."

She didn’t want to move. Didn’t *need* to. The pleasure was constant now—a golden haze where time blurred and all she knew was **this**: softness, safety, and Master’s voice.

[somni-is-sleepy]

I’m feeling a desire to be hypnotised to be mindless and drooly today 🥺

[somni-is-sleepy]

True story!

This was a couple of years ago, when I was at university. I was studying in the union cafe with my headphones on - it was fairly busy

and I’m 90% sure I overheard two people on the table next to me talking about hypnosis. It was quite loud, but I think they were either talking about how a friend had hypnotised one of them, or they had seen someone hypnotise one of their friends.

to be honest, I regret not going over and saying hello, but I felt it would be a bit weird.

[somni-is-sleepy]

need someone to hypnotise me into a dumb flapping chicken rn

[curtains-rising]

Running a hypnokink blog is weaving the only silk web impressive enough to catch You.

Just imagine - words of thickest rope,

securing extremities, giving lift like the deepest luxury bath,

You land as an erected statue, and now,

there's no restraining my words which flow through this space..

Statues don't think.

Statues don't think.

This space You occupy,

statues don't move.

Statues don't think.

No perception. Just opulent elegance,

unrivaled relevance.

Forever, still.

[mr-wanderer1]

Oh my dear good girls lets see how many girls have seen my posts before

Reblog with…

if you’ve ever been dropped by me.

if my posts melt your mind.

if you love dropping for me

If my post make you dripping mess

If my post makes you drool

Reblog if

if you’re a good girl.

if you love to obey me.

if you want to be dropped

if you’re wet and horny.

and reblog

with this in your mind: "I serve. I obey. I am his."