NSFW Hypno blog

34/M, Hypnotist, love to help girls become happy and enjoy their bliss. Aside from that, Bimbo lover, slut trainer, advice giver (I make no claim to being a therapist or psychiatrist). Please enjoy and 18+ only. Seriously. New blocking criteria; You're EQ doesnt match the effort being given to you in caring like a human. Its okay to be transactional, but at least be a decent person. Assholes that cant communicate can fuckoff. Age in Bio or get blocked.

[sadistic-binds]

[taloshypno]

Good girls

[atomicbunnyxoxo]

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[henrikas-diaries]

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[bimborunningthrewmyveins]

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[bummblebeann]

I’m smart but you can fuck me til I’m not

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[hypnotoy-halo]

Credit: NoMindDetected - deviantart

[taloshypno]

Good girls

[starfckedimproved]

Not ashamed

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[masterknightposts]

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[burkh1967]

[taloshypno]

Good girls

[narcissistichedonist]

talking her through it while fingering her in public

"shhh, angel… keep that pretty mouth quiet. we’re in public, remember ? you don’t want everyone knowing what a desperate little slut you are, do you ?"

"that’s it, just breathe. feel my fingers sliding so deep inside you ? you’re soaking my hand already and i’ve barely started. how embarrassing."

"you’re getting close already, aren’t you ? i can feel you clenching around me. don’t you dare look away from me. keep those pretty eyes on me while i play with your cunt."

"good girl… nice and slow. ride my fingers just like that. you’re going to cum so hard for me right here, surrounded by all these people, and you’re going to keep quiet about it."

"listen to me, sweetheart. when you cum for me, you keep your lips pressed together. i want to feel that pretty pussy flutter and gush all over my fingers while you try so hard not to moan like a whore."

"aww, you’re getting even tighter. you love this, don’t you ? the risk of getting caught while i talk you through your orgasm like my personal toy. go on, dear… let it happen, cum for me. right now."

"there we go… that’s my good girl. feel it ? let it wash over you. stay quiet. just tremble and leak all over my hand like the pathetic needy thing you are."

"oh, you’re not done yet. i’m not pulling my fingers out until i’ve made you cum again. and again. now breathe… and try not to look too cock-drunk in front of all these strangers."

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[switchingdesires]

Being manipulated is not a bad thing. I just means your Owner is shaping your thoughts and behavior to be more good girl appropriate. You should be thankful for that.

[atomicbunnyxoxo]

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[hypnoconditioning-dailly]

What's your first thought in the morning? ✨

Self care is mandatory

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[jukeboxemcsa]

Deleting Debbie

"Do you know why you're in this chair?" Frank asked, and Debbie discovered with a sense of numb despair that she absolutely did. He'd walked her into this room and told her to sit down, he'd instructed her to slide her hands and feet into the cuffs that held her pinned and naked for his appraising gaze, and she'd done all that without even the slightest hint of resistance to the commands in either her mind or body. Because their months of play had made her so susceptible to suggestions that she did whatever she was told like a good submissive slut, and she knew from hours of Frank's teasing touch and his roleplay scenarios just what he wanted to do to a brainwashed slut like her even if he always framed it as a fun fantasy.

It wasn't fantasy anymore. "I'm going to erase you," he said, pressing the head of a massaging vibrator to Debbie's pussy lips without even waiting for an answer. "I'm going to delete your old self, every last thought and memory she might have had, and you're going to become my full-time, live-in, mindless fuckdoll for my own personal pleasure. You're going to reinforce your programming with weed, edging and hypnosis to keep you too dumb and happy to wonder why you don't have any memories, and I'm just going to use your holes whenever I want to. And you're too helpless to stop me now, aren't you, sweetie pie?" Debbie shuddered in the restraints, the numb certainty in the pit of her stomach deepening as she realized he hadn't locked her into the chair to prevent her from escaping. He did it to emphasize what they both already knew--she was far too brainwashed to get out of his clutches now.

Had he been playing the long game this entire time? Had all those scenes, all that meticulous framework of safewords and boundaries they established together been just a trick to lull her into trusting him so the hypnosis would worm its way deeper into her mind and render her that much more vulnerable to this final, fatal stroke to the very core of her identity? A guttural grunt of pleasure escaped Debbie's lips as she strained against the buzzing toy, her cunt now so conditioned to find subjugation a source of arousal that it made even this final realization of Frank's betrayal into something like porn to her brainwashed mind. "That's right, pretty slut, you're not even going to try to fight it," Frank murmured, and she knew with glassy-eyed conviction that he was right.

"Just focus on a memory for me, honey, find the single clearest and strongest and most important memory to your old self and picture the pleasure crumbling it away." Debbie tried not to, but one of the things that made her such a good hypnotic subject in the first place was her vivid imagination and she could easily see in her head the image of her eighth birthday slowly eroding into orgasmic bliss under the constant stimulation of the buzzing toy. "You're going to imagine the pleasure spreading from there, eating away at your past until it's all gone, and when you can't think of a single second before you sat down in this chair you're going to cum very hard and say to me, 'I'm your blank slate, Master.'" He emphasized his words with careful, diligent stimulation of her pussy… and Debbie already knew there was only one way this could possibly end.

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[mastersoverminds9]

I really like the term "sentient porn." It's something I should call my subs more.

[plasticpretty]

[taloshypno]

Good girl

[albamelody]

Getting Myself Off Next to My Oblivious Roommate - Chapter 6

Alternative Ending

I was asked many times to write an alternative ending to this story so the roommates hook up, and I agree. Here's another ending :)

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I can’t sit still.

Her thigh is still pressed against mine, warm and bare, and every tiny shift she makes drags the fabric of my dress higher up my legs. The wet spot is right there. I can feel the air hitting it now that the Lush is off. Cold. Sticky. Loud. My heart is still slamming against my ribs like it’s trying to climb out of my chest.

She yawns again. Longer this time. Her arm behind me tightens for a second, fingers brushing the back of my neck again, and I almost whimper. I bite it back. Barely.

Then she turns her head.

I feel the moment her eyes land on my face. I keep staring at the blank TV screen like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world, but I know what she sees. Flushed cheeks. Wet lower lip. Pupils blown. The way my chest is rising too fast.

“Alba?”

One word. Soft. Curious. I don’t answer. Her hand leaves the back of the sofa and slides down between us. Fingertips graze the side of my thigh. Higher. Higher. Until they brush the edge of the damp fabric between my legs.

She freezes. I feel the exact second she understands.

My stomach drops and flips at the same time. Heat floods my face so hard it hurts. I want to die. I want her to keep going. I want both so badly I can’t breathe.

She doesn’t pull away.

Her fingers press a little more firmly, just testing the wetness through the dress. A slow, deliberate stroke that makes my hips jerk without permission. A tiny, broken sound escapes my throat.

“Oh,” she whispers.

That’s all. Just ‘oh’.

Then her hand is under the hem. Palm flat against my bare thigh, sliding up until her fingers find the soaked cotton of my panties. She cups me. Gentle. Possessive. Like she’s always known she could. I can’t look at her. I can’t look away either. My eyes are locked on the side of her face, watching the way her mouth parts when she feels how wet I am.

“You’ve been doing this the whole time?” Her voice is low, almost calm, but there’s a new edge under it. Something darker. Hungrier.

I nod. Shameful. Desperate.

She presses two fingers against my clit through the fabric and I gasp so loud it echoes in the quiet dorm room. My head tips back against the sofa. My legs fall open without me telling them to....

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