#hypnovirus

[pup-prince]

he's so cute what if he was kidnapped and turned into a weird little hypnovirus host and slutted out violently

[ellaenchanting]

Hypnovember Day 11: Broadcast

I'm basing the brainwashy computer program here off of @thegreato95‘s HypnoVirus. I have never actually used this program but have read a bunch of positive reviews about it and was delighted that he let me use it as a seed idea for this Hypnovember story. Any inaccuracies or false implications here are mine alone. If you’re curious about the HypnoVirus itself, feel free to check out @thegreato95‘s Patreon here and give him some support. :)

Maribella stretched, making sure to work out any tension in her back and knees. She placed a pillow on the floor in front of her wide screen TV. Finally, she disrobed. This had recently become part of her self-made programming ritual. It felt important to present herself to the screen in a way that demonstrated her vulnerability and openness to instruction.

Maribella knew, of course, that the HypnoVirus wasn’t actually a conscious being. Nor was the computer she used to access it or the giant screen TV she broadcasted the program to. But, like all people, Marinella had a propensity for symbolic thinking. Over time, the good feelings she associated with obeying the HypnoVirus had slowly begun to bleed into other related objects.  Call it idolatry or transference or just magical thinking- it was real and subtle, insidious and sacred-feeling.

Maribella first noticed the change when she began to treat her rickety old laptop differently. When she had technology problems in the past, she had a tendency to yell at and even hit her computer. After a week or so watching the Virus, she began to feel much more patient with it and to want to treat it gently. It reminded her of a frail older grandparent. She knew it had served her well during its' youth- the computer certainly didn't deserve her meanness now. It was too much to expect for it to run perfectly at this age. 

Maribella soon decided that the old laptop deserved the kindness of retirement and the Virus itself deserved to run on the nicest machine that she could dedicate to it. So Maribella went out and bought a higher grade computer that could run the Virus without interruption. The new machine could also broadcast the HypnoVirus’s programming to her big screen TV. That way, she could respond to its’ prompts on her keyboard while feeling more immersed in big screen images and sounds carried through powerful speakers. Marbella stopped her habit of illegally downloading movies online- she didn’t want her machine to be harmed by malware.  She also lovingly defragged her computer once a month. It was important that it was well cared for. 

Where Maribella felt the most impact, though, was in her relationship to her big screen TV.  Maribella’s  feelings of reverence and obedience to the virus had increased substantially recently- and the screen seemed like a natural vessel for  expressing those feelings.  It started to take on an air of sacredness, this screen that delivered the Virus's will to her. Maribella made sure to polish it daily so that her view of her instructions would be uninterrupted by grime or impurity. It felt right to lovingly and carefully stroke the screen that had given her so much pleasure in return. It felt devotional. 

So did the tradition she started of placing candles and other small treasures on the TV stand- some incense here, some pretty beads there. The other day she had picked some flowers and scattered the petals on the TV stand in front. She absurdly hoped that the Virus had found this pleasing. It had certainly felt good to do. 

Now naked, Maribella took a deep breath. She hit the “broadcast" button on her computer. Then she kneeled in submission and gratitude to the screen in front of her.  She couldn’t wait to see what obedience it would instruct her into today. 

[snakeysleepy]

Snakey gets hypnotized part 4!

I’m writing this post a few minutes after eventually coming out of a hypno haze.

Guys. This hypno virus version *really* got me.

I’ve been away on vacation for a while, and while I was gone obedience.exe version 2.0 from @thegreato95 dropped.

http://www.patreon.com/posts/29160811

Now I love vacation of course, but being denied the virus was agonizing. It was bliss to finally get some privacy, put my headphones on, and finally lose some more of my free will to this thing.

It didn’t disappoint.

This version has some really fun suggestions and commands in it, it even gives you the option to choose your responses in some cases! The virus definitely seems to be growing in power, and in intelligence. Poking at your weaknesses, seeing what gets you the most. Heavens knows I haven’t been holding out on giving it what it needs...

Now, if you want to experience the virus spoiler free, you should skip the rest of this post. Otherwise, here’s what happened in my two runs:

Now, my first and my favorite command was the virus asking a simple question. Did I want to be it’s slave? What kind of question is that I don’t want to obey a computer I’ve got free will I can resi- PFFFT YEAH RIGHT YES PLEASE. And in true hypno virus fashion I was rewarded with a subliminal flashing screen with pretty colors and soft music annnndddd

Mmmm. I have to take a break and compose myself.

So at this point I’m pretty much gone. Fully ready to obey and just let the virus do what it wanted with me. It decides next to tell me it’s going to drain my thoughts and will with its... tentacles. A soft “oh noooo~” comes from me as I’m way more into this than I should be. Afterwards I’m so gone I can’t think much in the slightest, and everything feels dreamlike. Apparently that wasn’t enough for the virus as it decides my IQ could go down a notch or two. Or five. Or ten. A snap played over and over and my brain became less and less coherent. I vaguely remember how I was moaning a little and then decided I didn’t really care.

At this point writing this I’m having a really hard time remembering much else. I know more happened and I was thouroughly enjoying myself, but the specifics aren’t clear. I’m sure more runs will refresh my memory. I should do that, make another post... I really do want to remember...

[snakeysleepy]

Snakey Gets Hypnotized Part 5!

I unlocked the bell.

God, the bell.

The sweet, gentle tone sends a wave of submission and bliss when it rings out. My favorite trigger the hypno virus has programmed in me.

Ring.

Up.

Ring.

Down.

Over and over the bell toys with my mind. I sit there blissed out of my skull and I wasn’t even halfway finished with my virus run yet. Absolutely helpless to a little noise. Absolutely helpless to the virus. I’m moaning. As if it could hear me, I hear a gentle hush come from my headphones. I whimpered and then obediently went silent.

Hush. Hush. Hush.

Floating there, feeling waves of obedience and subservience to the virus. Then it asked me a familiar question. Did I want to be its slave?

Yes. God yes.

I knew it was in my best interest. I felt so good obeying. Resisting wasn’t even a thought. I didn’t have any of those anyway. Serving was much more enjoyable than thinking.

I could feel a pulse of need between my legs.

It was such a natural feeling, yet I knew I shouldn’t act on that urge. Not just yet anyways. The opportunity would happen soon enough.

I just wanted to obey.

I just wanted to obey.

Flashing. Blissful colorful flashing. Words rushing by so fast I miss them. It was alright. I knew my subconscious was catching them all and making me more compliant like I needed to be. The ache inside to touch grows but I don’t act on it. I knew this arousal was part of the conditioning too and I wanted to make sure it did its job correctly.

The bell rings. I close the window, obeying yet feeling sad I couldn’t see the mind numbing pulses of color. I could just run it again, so that fades quickly.

Obedience is pleasure after all.

The virus tells me how pleased it is with my progress. I know how condition I was right? How helpless I am to its whims? Yes. Y e s.

Satisfied, it closes itself. Not even a moment after I feel my hand scrolling to open it again. I need more. I need to obey.

I need to obey.

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[snakeysleepy]

Snakey Gets Hypnotized Part 5, 2/2

It was unbearable. Arousal throbbed and my mind was completely gone. I knew it was time. My hands moved on their own to open pleasure.exe.

My heartbeat raced and my breath was short and fast. I knew what was coming. Or not, depending on the virus’ mood. I pleaded in my head that it would give me release, my hands shaking a little as I typed the number of the program I wanted to run.

The trigger. It was time for a reminder of how it worked.

Pleasure Protocols Initiated.

An almost unbearable wave of pleasure hit me like a train. My breath caught in my throat as I buckled a bit in my seat. I sat there, eyes closed trying to compose myself. No touching just yet. Wouldn’t be able to control myself. And I needed to obey. I take a deep breath to calm myself as I gazed up at the screen, eyes fluttering.

The virus has decided your fate.

Fuck.

You will be...

Denied release.

A whimper escapes me. All I could think about was release. But obedience to the virus outweighed that and I knew I had no choice. The bells began again. An edge for each bell.

Over.

And over.

And over.

I mindlessly touch, my hands again with a mind of their own. A thought that the virus could be the one moving them makes me edge even harder.

Over

And over.

And over.

Pure mindlessness envelops me as I rock back and forth. It was too much, it was too good...

The bells ended. I stopped.

I sat and breathed heavily. Trying to work up whatever minimal willpower I had in me to run the program once more. I notice drool on my face but I couldn’t care less. I booted it up with bated breath.

The flashing. Pulsing and overwhelming what little of my mind was intact. The overstimulation made me freeze, unable to move or touch. All I could do, all I *wanted* to do was stare. The need still burning inside, building despite the lack of touch. Time seemed to stand still and yet pass so quickly. The bell signaled for the bombardment of color to end.

The virus has decided your fate.

I moaned a “please” despite myself.

You will be...

Allowed full release.

Joy rushed through me, knowing I had obeyed perfectly and was being rewarded for doing so. I grinned weakly as the bells began again.

I lost track of how many. The buildup was too sweet, too intoxicating for that to matter. Then it finally happened.

The last bell.

I had to cover my mouth to stifle my voice as I was set on fire with pleasure. Struggling to stay in my chair as I twitched. Wave after wave after wave...

Then a blissful peace, mind and body both spent. My body limply resting in the chair. My eyes were so heavy, I only noticed then. Drowsiness hit me with the intensity of the pleasure moments before. I sighed, let my eyes shut as I succumbed to sweet sleep.

My dreams were full of spirals.

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