one i wanna see explored more & more art/media of is
Adding hypnotic triggers as notification sounds.
Say phone text notifications: could be one sound for arousal, making you need to decide it and look normal as you try to answer while in public. Could be one sound for gaining your full attention to the source and unable to think of anything else for a bit, rather effective nofication which has both positives and negatives
Say morning alarm sounds: one that instantly puts you under hypnosis, ready for your partner to start the day off doing as they wish with you. One to wake yourself up faster. One to make you in whatever way your partner wants make you wake them up like cuddles or something, making you their alarm clock.
some guy who got hired to work at a office where his job is dangerous program testing guy.
The computer itself is disconnected and safe for testing our these softwares with possible viruses of course, but in this world they also need to test for hypnosis for whoever is looking through it. What's where he comes in.
His job as he agreed to in the position is to look/search through these programs for what is needed and experience whatever mind altering hypothesis stuff it gives out as a security measure, 8h a day 40h a week.
By the end of it his mind is slightly broken each day, his mind a total mess by the many changes/suggestions, only just barly functional enough to do his job, before cleaning his mind once he is too dysfunctional. What a model employee, probably.
The idea of not fully controlling/changing someone but instead: You change the minimal amount needed in their mind for the desired outcome. 98-99% of them is the same, but just enough is different that they do what you want.
They hate their friend, but they act and think the same, same memories, just a bit of a tilt of perspective on one bad event enough to spiral to see everything their friend did negatively until their despised and willing to kill/hurt them.
Perfectly obedient from whatever small change/reason the device/spell has come up with, still human and independent, but in the end whatever outcome you desire is achieved through the minimal changes.
Someone might press and try to make them change their mind back, which is possible, but then the mind altering device just changes another few %s once, enough so that their mind wouldn't change, so their back at square one with the person obedient for one reason or another that they want to figure out.
Isnt it interesting? Their still there. Are they to blame for what they do? Is it there crimes? Is the minimal yet key change either too minor to be counted in court or is it so important regardless of size it gets classified as not their fault.
You can certainly see how the 98% is still them.. I wonder how the people they hurt will feel about them going free.
imagening making & owning a doll of someone you know/a tumblr mutual
creating a small doll that looks like them/represents them. the power. the amount you count occupy their mind or tease them or flirt with them or be wholesome, the endless possibilities. im suprised dolls on tumblr havent already done such to each other/their mutuals. though i suppose there is the possibility of it being creepy or that some might know each other irl but still im suprised i havent seen such yet.
Egg trans girl/transfem user x wise kind witches story
In your local medieval village you are socially peer pressured to accept going on a dangerous mission to spy on the scary evilvwitches in the woods to find their weaknesses so they could be killed. They choose you as they needed a boy (they didn't think a woman would be competent enough :/), and you often did fail to meet their masculine standards, and since all witches are woman, you had to be dressed up as a woman! why this made you momentarily forget about how deadly you thought this mission was and smile briefly, you were snapped out of it to focus and start your journey, and didn't understand why you felt that way briefly.
you walk into the witche's small community in your witch dress and wig, your heart racing for more than one reason as you see woman outside happy and chatting about important stuff implying they have authority like it's natural, which you didn't think was possible. Soon enough after a fake story of woe and being ran out of a town they accept you in without much of a fuss or further questions.
They don't mind how little you know about magic and seem happy to teach you it all despite your hesitancy (the one that gives you silky smooth skin for a bit being your favorite), to your hesitation. Given a shared home(for free???) And roommates who happily shared makeup. You relax eventually and start being yourself, seeing no suspension and since you can't be acting all day even in your home. You can't quite understand why the witches are so nice, as they tell you to do what makes you happy and don't impose much on you, seaming interested in keeping you happy?
You blushed a bit at being pushed by your new friends to pick out extra pairs of dresses/clothes, expecting you to choose which you liked. Of course when you were invited to a girls sleepover you accepted.. to find out their weaknesses of course. But your smiles were more genuine than you noticed and finding out weaknesses was slow as you instead simply got to know them as people, creating confusion compared to what you've heard of them as evil, all they did was use magic to make life eaiser. You couldn't explain why their soft praises hit you so deeply but you tried(failed) to casually shrug them off as no "man" should squirm or blush at being called pretty and adorable and having soft skin like you did. What aspects of yourself you were told were failures were suddenly praised??
They kindly brew you a cup of tea regularly which was rather sweet tasting and uniquely coloured which they called "e" tea without ever explaining what that stood for. When your hair grew longer you of course for the mission let it grow out for a better disguise, and no other reason. And of course it was only natural they braided your hair in patterns you only saw in those village girls have, that you thought were so beaitufull. You felt embarrassed though when you had to hold back "unholy" sounds at certain tugs of your hair or body from pretty woman with soft voices that were easy to get lost in.
You got integrated and befriended them and learned overtime how to act more feminine, forgeting overtime your old rules of never expressing joy/emotions. You were starting to forget how long it's been, though that thought hardly mattered given you didn't feel in danger and still needed to find info.. some day, today though you were working on brewing a potion for your voice, then afte far too many times giggling happily to yourself for no real productive reason except to hear it.
You feel so much more relaxed.. happy. What happened to your insecurities. Fears of judgement? It all felt miles away as you chatted and fussed over how you looked and enjoyed every soft term of endearment or praise like "dearie" "dear" "honey" "sweetie" "girll~" "sugar" "sugar cube "queen", increasingly forgeting why you thought it was wrong to be called that, feeling a bit less embarrassed each time. You loved your "fake" witch female name the most, it felt right for some reason. It was all you were ever called for months now so of course you'd get attached, surely no other reason.
Did you even notice your hips and waist changing every day slowly after you started drinking that tea? The restrained chuckles behind the smiles you saw soon after they met you. When you started forgeting your old name? How long you'd been on this mission? Did you even care really?
They knew of course, they all knew. It wasn't that hard to poke holes in your story or lack of magic ability. But they did see something in you, and by now no one would be the wiser to think of you as anything but a pretty witch lady.
Hope you enjoyed. Feel free to tell me if you want a longer/more detailed version as I could make it
Willingly kidnapped touch-starved royal reader story
Background: You are royal child of a kingdom. Your father allways was absent, only appearing for formal gatherings when he was obligated to be. So cold and distant he felt like a boss or manager or roommate or coworker and so rarily like family, even if he never did too often anything too directly cruel or rude besides having high expectations of your studying, you allways wanted more secretly, even as publically you took on the roles expected of you and complimented your father when indicated to. It's hard to remember what a hug feels like, he is never obligated to and no one else dares touch royalty, even if sometimes you for some reason wish they tried.
Start: you went out to the back garden to relax and enjoy the morning light and beautiful peaceful garden alone. As you do so you see someone roll up to your castle: the princess of a neighbouring kingdom, walking towards you with the smile of a plan. You suppose you did hear they'd or your country would visit or something of the sort.
What suprised/shocked you was what she did next. She walked up to you and stopped nearby you shuffled akwakrdly near the walls, and before you could start speaking you were left left speechless and lost focus, as her hand touched your hair.
Instantly shrinking away a little, closing your eyes, your breath hitching and your mind losing focus on anything else as shivers ran through you, taking up a lazy half defensive posture as if you were just punched or stabbed.
No no no, none of this was a proper reaction, but where were you again and why? Oh right! Another shivers stopping any attempt to talk or seem normal, as you slumped against the wall for support.
From the bird's eye view, she was simply gently running her hand back and forth through your hair. It had been about 7 ish seconds of touch.
Her having a sweet smile that feels atleast to you almost evil or wicked.
As she continued she also started mixing in scratching your scalp, and watch happily as you slumped more, losing focus making functioning harder, while you also restrained your breathing in some attempt to seam/look normal even as you melted before her after under 20 seconds.
She then said with a sweet soft voice while lifting her other hand to your ear to scratch behind it.
"Oh aren't you just adorable. So precious. I see my information was spot on. So so soft and weak. It's fine, just relax and melt for me."
It wasn't long before your restraint and panick turned into exhaustion and calmness as your body wasn't used to so much touch and so many shivers at once in such a short time, leaving your nerves draining you until it affected your brain/mind too.
Seeing you barly standing up and your gaze growing distant and fuzzy, a clear indication of your ability to think straight degrading, she stops her touch then picks you up bridal style, and begins walking casually while holding you.
You being far beyond the point of panick or worry, or even functioning, just go limp and for the travel time stay in a half awake hazzy state of not processing much around you or thinking much at all. The feel of her body near you as she carried you was one of the new things you processed.
..
Next when you wake up you find yourself laying in a big soft royal bed, simular yet different to your own. After a minute of slowly waking up and trying to remember you look around and see her nearby to you on the bed, smiling sweetly as if you just had a sleepover.
"Morning, your royal highness. Sleep well? Hope so, I'm sure you have questions."
She said before blithely reaching up and circling her fingers around your ear, catching your attention and stopping your thought process instantly, with simular defensive reactions as before and attempts to ground yourself to something normal by trying to act unaffected (and failing).
As you begin to gather your thoughts to speak she takes your hand and leads you gently to start walking with her, to which you pliantly if hesitantly follow, the warmth of her hand almost making you miss detsuls of her small speech, as she walks around with you in toe.
"You see iv come across this information of your.. cold, household, and I also know well that even us royals need warmth, so 2+2=4. As for my intent.. I'm gently kidnapping you. Helpful for Negation and all as has been organised to keep you here. Of course there's no chains on you and besides dangerous of traveling alone and logistics of it there'd not much stopping you, except for.. this."
she says as she stops and turns to face you before hugging you firmly & openly, covering your body. As your eyes widen and your breath hitches, she squeezes gently, making your body momentarily stop thinking or functioning before you lazily force yourself to focus. Then she pulls away with a way too friendly smile for a theoretical kidnapper with her hands behind her back and says.
"Anyway il be off now to do something, you'll be staying in my room. Feel free to make yourself at home, the maids with listen, iv made sure of that, and everyone here believes there's some good sad strong reason your unable to leave so none will ask. Oh, and when I get make il introduce you to what cuddling is, then brush/comb your hair. Cya cutie."
And there she goes out the door, oh so casually. It'd look carefree if her words didn't give away her competence. As for you: it took a good minute to process 1) the situation you just woke up to 2) how you were being made to stay, ans further why you even were considering it 3) the soft word she called you, what was it again, it didn't sound right(real).
..
On your logical side, you were technically told you stay here, in a foreign castle, and denied something if you leave to be where your meant to be as royalty, your own kingdom/castle.
..On your emotional side, it's so.. nice. they seem so kind. You feel safe here. It's hard to deny how much you've dreamt of this or something simular atleast.
Somehow even now, the idea of you ever asking anyone you personally knew back at your castle for such (kind gentle touch) still even now sounded like a daunting nightmare that panicked you. Here you didn't even get judgement for being so.. packet.. no one but her seemed to know of your lack of chains, servants assuming some sort of blackmail was going on in hushed tones as you after gathering your thoughts wondered around a bit.
..
When she came back and saw you sitting quietly & patiently on the bed doing some task to keep you occupied her smile grew.
You eventually grew less tense around her and managed to even marginally willingly lean into her touch and warmth.
You lost count of how many times you fell asleep on her. Sometimes it even took a few minutes.
You 2 became like real friends. Even once you returned to your home you 2 visited each other regularly.
You had never had your hair combed before for the purpose of purely enjoyment, and it made you quite sleepy.
Something iv had for a while that I like the idea of. Hope I expressed it effectively so you also enjoy it. Incase you haven't noticed I also like writing stories sometimes, so I will post em in my blog sometimes. I hope iencompassed all i wanted to for this idea/story.
Includes some shibari/bonage and debatably flirting
you enter the workshop(practically their home) of a professional tailer who is also a witch capable of telekinesis, to get some order filled in that your job asked of you. You see her at a workstation toiling away on something beyond you, while fabrics, needs and such fly all around, a distance away from you, everywhere.
"Ah you must be the one sent to place the order with me today."
The paper floats from your hand to hers as she reads it before putting it aside. Youv heard of witches, and she did not disappointed. You think it's time to leave now, before she says
"Yep, il start making it. You needn't go, it's a quick thing really, best just wait here 15 to 25 ish minutes."
So you sit at a stool(or couch) near the center of the room, looking around the hectic, yet to her organised room. So busy, so many materials flying all around as if each a mind of their own in doing what they need to help her work. You wonder how skilled she must be to do it all either magic herself, splitting her attention so much for efficency.
Your snapped from your thoughts you started to get lost in, as you feel that as she speeds up, the floating objects float closer to you subtly, while others are layer near you when their not needed anymore. What really gets a reaction is a piece of fabric, a line of pretty red, ready to be cut or used, that floats up to the skin of your right leg exposed and slowly wraps around it. It felt quite smooth and light, and only a little ticklish, you could almost forget its there, but you feld you had to mention it to her. She simply said in return.
"Oh hush, don't mind it. Is it of such major inconvenience for you? Its just some silk that's not currently needed resting."
She sounded so sure your protests fell silent. She wasn't wrong exactly.. you sat still letting the ribbon/fabric slowly twirl around your right leg circling a few times. The sensation only relaxing while your mind felt slightly alert. The faint twitch you gave when you felt a shiver from it brushing up against you only seemed to encourage it further. Another line of fabric stopped floating and went limp, conveniently landing on your shoulder lazily, yet ever so perfectly. When your breath briefly hitched you'd swear you felt a twitch from the fabric on your leg, now 30% of the way to your knee. You spoke up, your mind trying to get back to a sense of normalcy.
"perhaps it's best I simply wait outside, I'm sure il find something to do until your done."
You try to play it off lighthearted and casual with a brief smile. The ribbon of on your leg tightens, it's restraining though your also so caught up in that fact you barly notice how it feels no worse than before, just as soft and silky and sooth causing no further discomfort beyond keeping you in place. It speeds up, reaching your ankle by now, you can't tell how many times it looped around by now between 4 to 16 times.
"No no no no no, there's no need. It'll only be a bit. Just sit, and watch. Your in my workshop, so best not disturb me by walking around."
Feeling restrained both physically, and feeling staying would be the least socially akwakrd thing you could do, you do as she said and simply sit. After a beat and calming down you noticed the ribbon on your shoulder had slipped down under your clothes through your neck hole, you barly felt it. Was that gravity or..
You noticed another ribbon between you and the backrest, before it pressed into your back like a massage with more force than you expected possible for a piece of cloth, making your bones make the same sounds you knew well from stretching after work.
"Your posture is all wrong. Tch, we can't have that."
You apologise knowing that sitting at a desk so much would of course cause this. You poorly hold back any unprofessional sounds as the ribbon behind you and the one on your shoulder and a new ribbon (this time in blue unlike the others) on your other shoulder all start pressing in to your tense muscles.
Wait, you think as you notice the red ribbon on your right leg is up to your thigh, the red ribbon on your right shoulder down to your chest while also covering much of your shoulder, the one you can't see on your back having gone under your short and hoodie to press into your back directly.
You hardly noticed that you stopped paying attention to everything else around you. Including that the tailer witch had paused her busy work (perhaps a break? You suppose everyone gets those) and had walked up to you, though not quite in sight for you attention until she spoke drawing your attention, her keen sharp eye and calm expression you could hardly read sending a small chill down your spine. The rest of the room seemed to fade away just a bit more.
"You know, it truly is a shame how limited people's imagination is with bondage. Restraining is easy, childsplay really, but it could be so much more."
Now without shame the ribbons travel more across your body, weaving under your clothes like their not even a obstacle at all. They travel across confidently, with only the faint tingles on your skin and the shuffling of your clothes to guide your understanding of what they were doing underneath out of sight. Your posture slightly pushed as the one of your right leg and shoulder interconnected then tightened and did something (made the same bow you'd tie atop a gift. The ribbons even wrapped the same way you would a gift, leaning to 1 side vertically and horizontally in straight lines before adding the bow where they interconnect), that mixed with the bow behind you made you arch into proper straight posture you wanted yet never could keep at for long. The blue ribbon has moved from 1 shoulder to the other, and for each side reaching up to its hand, it was quite the contrast to the red, your gaze briefly distracted by it sparkling before you shook your head. Did you even notice you stopped moving an inch? Well of course you did, you wouldn't want to disturb the work, now would you?
"I did ask for just anybody to come here. Am I correct that you see the value in this?"
You did. You spoke quietly of what you thought of it. She didn't hesitate to show excitement and only expand further on what you said once she confirmed you shared her interest, the first happy smile you've seen so far from her.
"Yes! It's not just shibari or bondage no no no no, it's art. Your hardly actually bound, all but 1 are using practically no force, but you feel bound. Because you know it'd be quite rude to break all this effort by doing so, hehe. I can add colour, patterns with meaning across like one would for clothes. There's so much here unexplored! The best anyone can give me is "it binds people in place" haha. Ah.."
All the ribbons and fabrics in the room which are floating and not limp seem focused on you, eagerly speeding up the work. You shiver as the one on your back matches your spine as it slithers up like a tentacle or snakes body until it wraps around your neck like a collar, finally letting you catch a glimpse of its colour: a intimate purple. Before you knew it lots more ribbons came to you as you sat still. Every hole of your clothes went through with ease. The ribbons increasingly overlapping each other, even while each of them provided little pressure that you could easily force through, you noticed that became less true as now any movement would lead to pulling on so many at once it created practical bondage even without force. The witches grin excited as her focus is on her work. Somehow more and more ribbons still never feel overwhelming. You remain as calm as you reasonably can be in this situation, and ask her how that one ribbon was so strong curiously.
"Oh well like most of these are just ribbons, I have some.. fun, ones that are heavier, with filling that means I have manipulate them to be both as gentle as normal ribbons or as restraining as iron when moved with my magic. Isn't that wonderful?"
You nod and slight slightly. The witch almost laughs, remembering the more freaked our reactions she was so used to, even after assurances and explainations and so much given. You 2 seemed to be on the same page, sharing an interest through demonstration, not scary, not a threat, not sexual, just collaborative art.
you relaxed. Your breathing easy. You could shift a bit without issue, though allways catious not to mess much up. It all felt so well done, so intricate. A loop there, some ribbons going from one end of your body to the other, feeling like every move and decision of the path choosen was made for a reason, your clothes in the middle of all the ribbons going in and out all over practically wrapping around your clothes as much as you yourself, the bows and designs. The fact it all felt so soft and comfortable also probably contributed to your relaxed state. So many of them felt so intimate: one tangles through your hair like it belonged there, some stopping where your heart was in your chest, none feeling shame at exploring your body (and either did you, you admitted to yourself with a hint of embarrassment). Perhaps it would of felt less intimate if you didn't feel seeing so many signs that made it feel like the ribbons had a mind of their own or acted alive or curious or adventurous, as if each their own personality as they did the witches work, or if they didnt fit so damn perfectly around ever bump of your body like they knew your body better than you did. The blue sparkly ribbon had wrapped around 1 finger on both your hands, further wrapping you up in a way that would mean while you can shift around it'd be a fool's choice to try to stand and walk. You lost track of how many times they overlapped In ways that meant even small movements pulled on so many indirectly at once.
.. eventually after so many parts of you were traced and the making of art slowed down so as not to overdue it, it became calm. A silent room with 2 smiles and pleased minds as all else was forgotten for a few minutes.
Eventually, she wanting to not ruin her artwork just yet simply returned to making the order now that her break was done. You sat patiently enjoying the ribbons around you even as most stilled, yet so interconnected they didn't fall off.
Eventually, with the ease of someone practiced (on herself mabye you thought briefly?) She undid them all after letting you try (and fail) to stand up where wrapped up. You took the order and left, she seemed so much more tranquil now.
You wondered when you would see or visit her again, and what the excuse would be.
Hope you enjoyed. Do tell of you liked it or if I'm being too wierd/kinky/explicit, not used to sharing my writing so much. (Wonder what it says about me that I wrote so many intimate stories aren't sexual to me in a way I don't think is normal)
