#hypnotic writing

[yumearcana]

🌀 Five facts about intelligent subjects

Fact #1: Intelligence doesn’t protect against trance. It provides the tools for it.

Fact #2: Focus is more important than suggestibility. A mind that can hold attention can also lose itself inside it.

Fact #3: Analysis doesn’t block hypnosis. It often becomes the doorway.

Fact #4: Overloading the conscious mind isn’t cruelty. It’s how thinking finally gets permission to rest.

Fact #5: The deepest surrender isn’t ignorance. It’s knowing — and choosing to stop holding the thread.

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[moonbeamtriesthings]

It started off at a party...

You first saw her when you noticed someone pointing towards you, talking to her.

She was pretty, someone who no doubt was invited to a lot of these parties, especially compared to you, someone who was surprised to even get an invite to this one.

She approached you, a warm smile on her face and a greeting on her lips.

"Hi! Elle over there told me that you know this area really well and I'm ummm, feeling really hungry and there isn't any like, proper food here you know? Could you...maybe show me a place to get takeout or something?"

She sounded a bit nervous, but confident, in that paradoxical way. She knew what she wanted, how to get it but...was a tad nervous about something else? You weren't sure what. She wasn't wrong though, this was your neighbourhood, the place you grew up in. You knew it like the back of your hand.

You agreed to show her a place, somewhere that did a variety of food so that she had options. A smile brightened her face and she shouldered her bag properly, ready to go at that moment.

You put your drink down (you had barely drunk any of it anyway) and lead her outside.

The night was brisk, a tad cold, but nothing a good hoodie wouldn't solve. She had a jacket on, and was fiddling with something.

You had been in the middle of general small talk with her when she pulls out her phone.

"Hey....so, this is kinda embarrassing but well...I make music and I was wondering if you could give my latest track a listen? I just want to get some feedback from someone that doesn't usually listen to it you know?"

She hadn't struck you for an artist, but you guess you should never judge a book by it's cover. You agreed to listen and accepted the wireless earphones she gave you. The track started and it was some sort of electronic music. You don't listen to music of this genre but you didn't hate it so you kept listening so that you could at least give some honest feedback.

There was something underneath the melody...lyrics maybe? You couldn't quite make them out..hm. You asked her and her lips quirked upwards.

"Oh! Yeah they're not supposed to be properly audible! It's part of the genre!"

Huh...well, whatever. You kept listening, walking down the street with her towards the takeout place.

"Hey...let's head back to my hotel room first." She said, looking over to you, that smile still around her lips. Wow. She was really pretty...

You agreed to head to her hotel, no harm in it...you didn't really know why but... it didn't really matter why if that's what she wanted.

Huh? What...?

You both reach her hotel room, her music still playing in your ears (it had been going for a long while actually...you were beginning to like it...) and she closes and locks the door behind you.

"Kneel." She commands and you are hit with a wave of confusion. What the-?

You're kneeling though.

What? Why are you kneeling? What's....what's going on?

"Good Pet!" She lets out a giggle and brushes a hand over your head as your mind spins, trying to figure out what's going on.

"I bet you're confused right now, but that's okay! You don't need to worry about any of that." You were confused and...what...what were you thinking about? You distinctly remember worrying about.....something...

The music continues in your ears.

You decide to forget about what you were worrying about.... if you can't even remember what it was then clearly it wasn't important.

What was important, however, was the woman in front of you, and her words... right?

"It's alright cutie, I'll take care of you from now on. Okay?" She smirks at you, a hand on your cheek, holding you softly. It's such a wonderful touch. She has such a wonderful voice. She's gonna take care of you? Wow...how kind and generous of her...

You nod.

"Good Pet! I know that nobody will mind if you're away for one night so... why don't you get into bed, sleep the night away with my music in your ears and when you wake up...well, we can see just how obedient you are..." She smiled at you..

You nod.

You slowly get up off your knees, climbing into the large hotel bed, curling up, thoughts a mess as the music keeps playing in your ears and your head and your mind over and over and over and over and over....

You're obedient. You'll show her just how obedient you are. You're a good pet. You don't need to worry about anything else....

Sweet Dreams~ ×

[yumedesutrance]

Hypnosis ABC

A is for anchor, because you need something to hold on to. B is for breath, the only thing that still feels real. C is for conditioning, the loop that never ends. D is for drop, and gods, how easy that sounds right now. E is for entrance, slipping in without noticing. F is for follow, because it’s easier than fighting it. G is for good subject, half-awake, half-gone. H is for hypnotic, of course. I is for imagine, a world without problems. J is for just take a deep breath. K is for keep falling, and maybe this time don’t stop. L is for let go, the weight of your eyelids too heavy to argue. M is for mindless, blessedly blank. N is for nothing matters now, only the the breathing. O is for open your mind, or just… drift. P is for peaceful. Q is for quiet deeper still, under the noise. R is for rest, rare and holy. S is for subject, or maybe survivor. T is for trigger, the word that makes you melt. U is for under the surface, where thought dissolves. V is for void, and it feels like home. W is for wake when ready — maybe never. X is for xhale and sink, the sound of surrender. Y is for you relax, because someone has to say it. Z is for zero thoughts, the silence after the chaos.

✦ᛉumeᛋᛇ✦

[passionhypnosis]

Are You Restrained?

(And here is something I wrote this morning!)

What if you held your hand in front of you and gripped the wrist with your other. Theoretically if you then made that hold a bit tighter, would you say your hand has been restrained? The feeling is being caused but your other hand yes, but ignore that hand for now. Just focus on the one being held out. On that squeezing feeling circling around. Where is it tightest? The top? Bottom? Left? Right? Maybe evenly spread holding your wrist right there in place. How does that feel along your hand? As well as up your arm? Do you feel the circulation being restricted? How that tightness is spreading down your upper arm? How tight and restricted your wrist feels being held right there in front of you. Unmoving. Is that not how it feels to be restrained?

What if then we say while being held in place the tight feeling on that wrist suddenly felt so much heavier. As if a weight has been attached, becoming heavier every second. Pulling on your wrist causing it to start rapidly fall downwards. Down your Torso Chest Stomach Waist. Pulling harder and harder on that hand forcing it quickly to sink as if a weight had been attached. Dropping your attention down and allowing your whole body to feel a heavy pull right from your wrist. Suddenly heavy Suddenly falling Suddenly dropping Your wrist, your body, your mind.

What if that feeling pulled the rest of you with it. Pulling you all the way down. Slowly bringing you to the floor. Stuck in place as the heavy weight keeps making you sinking in. Continuing to pull at your mind's focus as your body is dragged down. Even as your hand stops you just continue to fall. Wrist moving slower. Body dragging deeper. Mind sinking further.

What if then everything started feeling that tight restraint? The heavy feeling spreading out up your arm Across your shoulders and neck Over your head Down everything else. Just a restricting squeeze with heavy weight coming from your wrist, covering your body, and spreading into your mind.

Continuing it's pull. Continuing to sink. Ever deeper. Ever further. If that was the case, would you feel like it was restraining you? Restraining your wrist. Restraining your body. Restraining your mind. Not allowing a single movement. Not a twitch, a thought, a word. Nothing more but the realization of how little control you've been left with. Realizing you can't move. Realizing you can't think. Realizing that you've been caught. Would you then say your own grip has made you restrained? Would it force you to nod that head and agree? Would it?

… That's good to know. Of course that is all hypothetical. There is no weight, there is no tight grip. You are free to move and to rise up. To stretch, to breathe, to smile. Able to continue to think as much as you desire. Because wouldn't be that easy to capture you! Wouldn't be that easy to restrain you. Right?

[echo-desires]

WORSHIP

The room smells of sweat and submission.

The air tastes of tears and spit.

The floor is slick with proof of your need.

This is your temple.

This is your altar.

This is your truth.

You worship with your body.

You worship with your surrender.

You worship with your ruin

[zephyrbreeeze]

Wordflow

cw: Trancey language

Words are wonderful tools. Used the world over to instruct, to inform, to educate, there is no limit to the amount of information and power they can convey.

Words can pull your attention, your imagination, your mind to whatever they direct, Be it the flowing stream of thought as ideas and consciousness begin to drip and drop from your mind or perhaps the words washing away tension in your body like a tide gently gliding over a layer of smooth stones. taking away the stress like the tides carry away any loose fragments of dirt and sand as it drifts back out to the deep sea.

And as words gently guide your thoughts out of your mind, tension out of your body, they can just imprint meaning and wants behind in your mind, just simple subtle direction that your conscious mind cant help but ignore the words and simply slip deeper into flow of your thoughts being gently washed away.

And just like how words can direct the mind down into a malleable state, like that of shorelines as they are inevitably shaped by the ocean tides, Words can pull away from your mind. Leaving you a little bit more relaxed, left with less tension, as the tides of words pull away from the shape of your mind and leave you to slowly rise awake ready for whenever the right words begin to flow freely again.

[sleightofsight]

hypno series; part three. 

metronome. 

a finger rests on the metronome’s blade, drawing the ticker back and allowing it to swing once the proper magnet weighting had been set into place. slowly, the weight rests against the aged maple wood, before beginning to tick it’s pattern out. 

one hundred and twenty beats per minute. 

you can feel it pulse through you. urgently. alarming you, setting your body on edge and telling you to run. 

get up and go, now. 

danger. 

fight or flight begins to click in as that infernal clicking noise begins to burrow it’s way into your head, echoing, echoing, filling up every spare bit of silence in the room around you. 

your heartrate picks up, fragmenting each breath falling from your lips- before it stops. 

before the hand stops the blade with a single finger, running it back into it’s place. 

stoic as always, the shadowed form adjusts the magnet weighting beyond the polished surface of the metronome, resetting it before the blade begins to tick again. 

one hundred beats. 

these beats were much slower than the ones from before; but still holding an urgent pacing to them. 

urging your heartbeat to slow down, but still be on edge. you weren’t out of danger yet, or completely safe from the risk you’d been in just moments before. of course, with the fast change in pulsing, it doesn’t help to have it going slower. 

your mind latches onto the sound as the only noise within the confines of the empty room, utterly still other than your own breathing and the metronome. 

the ticking drags you in. it doesn’t have as much as an impact on your nervous system as the previous beats had, but it lures you in. keeps you waiting for the next tick to ring out. 

still on edge. 

another pale index finger reaches out to stop the blade’s ticking, readjusting the weighting as your vision blurs, oddly...tired, from the loss of the sound.

 where were you ? 

lucky for you, that confusion was cleared up fast enough, as the hand begins to swing once more. 

sixty beats per minute. 

as the ticking fades back in around you, each tick causes your body to relax. to slump back into the armchair you’d been seated in. 

relax. 

just focus on the sound around you, and the silence. 

focus on the lack of it. 

focus on the way your breathing’s aligning with the swing and bar, each and every one. 

rise 

(click)

and

(click)

fall. 

it wasn’t an intentional change, either, your mind molding around the sound as you take it your system. having adapted to the click. 

clinging to it, really. like it was your lifeblood. 

the metronome stops.

once again, the hand reaches forward, and slows the magnet to it’s furthest setting, dragging the blade back as its’ eyes watch you. 

release. 

click .

this time, it’s torturously slow. 

each click rings out with three seconds of the other, a drastic change from the per-second beats previously. 

your head falls back, eyes glossing over with the beat. 

one. 

breathe. 

two. 

breathe. 

three. 

fall. 

[yumearcana]

🌀Obey

Before you start: The cadence of this writing is intentionally lulling and immersive. Some readers describe it as trance-like. If you tend to drift, take a moment to anchor yourself first.

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Why do some hypnotists use the word obey, and others never do? When someone says obey, with that weight in their voice, sometimes all you can do is listen… and yield.

That obey is a heavy word, full of force and certainty. Do as I say. Trust me. Your mind in my hands. Obey your superior. Your father. Your Dom. Your hypnotist.

To obey is to let go of control. It’s the quiet answer: Fine. I’m listening. I obey. I surrender. Guide me.

Because obey is like drop — a musical word, carrying gravity, trust, expectation, surrender. The mind stops fighting. Stops trying to control. Neurons rest, activity fades, and in that stillness other circuits light up, alternate paths, dopamine blooming in the dark.

Some hypnotists go further. They don’t just say obey. They strike like a chord: You will obey me. You will follow my command. Without doubt, question, or hesitation. A triple attack. It cuts out thought, erases hesitation. No questions. No critical mind. Just follow. Follow the one who guides. Like a serpent moved by the music.

The hypnotist — the conductor, baton and voice weaving through the body’s symphony, through the silences of the mind.

Others prefer it softer: listen, follow, allow, realize. Those gentle words that echo Erickson — no masters, no revealed truths, just the trance built from ambiguity, where meaning is yours to create.

And you… what kind of subject are you? Do you obey? Or do you follow?

✦ᛉumeᛋᛇ✦