The Master Plan

HYPNODOMME. VERY OCCASIONALLY SWITCH. 30+ ENBY. HERE TO EXPLORE, DISCUSS, LEARN. MINORS DNI

[the-master-plan]

Let’s introduce myself!

I’ve been doing hypno for nearly 10 years but never engaged with the community online. Only ever irl with a few trusted partners.

Excited to be here and explore! Especially looking to exchange advice, experiences, and find new ways to engage with hypno.

Likes:

- RESISTANCE! (My top favorite)

- Spirals

- Pendulums

- Pocket watches

- Mantras

- Covert/conversarional

- Eyerolls

- Fractionation

- Role reversal

DNI

- The word “daddy”

- Minors and ageless blogs.

- Cis men

[pocket-watcher]

I’m just saying, is it really so bad that I’m telling you exactly what to do?

It turns you on when I do, so it can’t be that bad. Right?

[the-master-plan]

Hi, I've probably asked a lot of people if it's possible to make a man cum with trigger words. I tried with a video, but nothing happened.

Answering this just as a reminder for people in kink communities to please take 0.5 seconds to glance at people’s profiles before interacting. I am very clear on my profile about the fact that I prefer not to interact with cis men (and the only exception I have ever made to this rule has been for someone who was respectful enough to read that and be mindful of that.) I also do not tend to post sexually explicit content on my page.

Existing in kink spaces does not mean automatic consent.

[skyblueskinn]

secretary 2002

[the-master-plan]

This movie is everything

[the-master-plan]

i’m curious how do you differentiate the people that resist to the people that can’t be hypnotised?

People who resist want to be hypnotized and eventually will be. May take minutes, may take several attempts, may even take years, but resistance is only a matter of time. People who don’t want to be hypnotized will not be hypnotized.

[mindlesswicker]

I'm back! ♡

If you are a hypnokink blog, please reblog this post. It has been some time. I would love to follow you! ♡

[the-master-plan]

It's easy to surrender... 🎧 For the best experience, put on your headphones and turn the volume up to your linking.

[the-master-plan]

Dont think ive seen anyone else be into the resistance part of hypno before and its really cool to know other people do enjoy it too!

By far my favorite! Hoping to work on more resistance scripts in the future!

[the-master-plan]

If you’ve ever read anything of mine and wished you could hear it whispered into your mind… 🎧 For the best experience, put on your headphones and turn the volume up to your linking. Triggers included: Pretty, Droopy, Silly, Sleepy.

[dearcervus]

Getting a sweet pet nice and high to help them relax.. watching them slip deeper and deeper into comfort and bliss as they get higher and higher, all their anxiety melting away. Softly cooing over them as I lay their body over my lap, keeping my voice quiet and gentle so I don’t overwhelm their poor tired brain… gently spreading their thighs… petting and squeezing them before dipping my fingers into their tight heat… thrusting slowly as I listen to their beautiful noises. So good for me 🖤

[legallyh0rny]

intox × hypno × somno × whatever tf else it is when someone's trying to speak but their words are all soft and slurred and they're trying to say something but everything's all happy and fuzzy and they feel so good they can't be bothered to try to speak any clearer and eventually it just turns into sweet mumbles and little groans because there's nothing else in their empty little head

[saccharinesadism]

evil hypnotist dom who starts counting down in the middle of a conversation when they notice you're getting sleepy

[blissful119]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but you're very, very sleepy. Your head is completely empty, and all you want to do is mindlessly obey.

[misscammiedawn]

One of my favorite moments in engaging in casual and conversational hypnosis is that moment that the hypnotee realizes what is happening.

They've been listening. Agreeing. Being guided to just let their tension slip away and their attention narrow in on me and my words...

and then they notice.

Like a little perk of attention. A 'Hmm?' or a '!' a spark of activity in that gently lulling and pacified mind... which I use to just gently coo, gently hush, gently brush my finger on forehead or temple, gently invite.

Silently communicate 'Yes, it's okay.' 'Yes, you're allowed.' 'Yes, this is happening' 'Yes, you're going to let it.' 'Yes, it's nice.' 'Yes, you want this' 'Yes.'

That's right.

Then the melting as they accept. As they follow. As they sink?

I live for that brief moment. Of recognition followed by acceptance.

It's so delightful.

[hypnoticdom1]

Reblog if you want to be sent hypnokink-themed “have you ever” and “would you rather” questions 🌀

[the-master-plan]

for the hypno ask meme, 4, 5, and 6?

4) #1 recurring fantasy - typically resistance but at this very moment I am fixating on slurred, mindless repetition. 5) good trigger word - PRETTY is my top favorite trigger word and so so easy to slide into conversation seamlessly 6) hypnosis or mind control - always hypnosis. Inductions are everything. Slow inductions are everything.

[the-master-plan]

Lullaby

(Thank you @blissful119 once again for the inspiration) You’re sitting on the couch, one leg tucked under the other, half-distracted as I slip the vinyl from its sleeve.

“You’re going to laugh,” I say, smiling down at the label, “but I found this in a hidden little shop near the station. Dusty. Uncatalogued. Almost missed it.”

You glance up. “And what is it?”

“No title,” I murmur. “No artist. Just… this.”

You raise an eyebrow.

Still, you don’t stop me.

I drop the needle.

A soft crackle, and then sound.

The melody is slow. Gentle. Almost nothing. A few high notes, drifting. A low hum underneath.

It builds so gradually, you don’t realize how much it’s drawing you in until your head tips back.

You’re still watching me, but softer now.

I sit beside you. Close, but not touching.

“Don’t you just love this music…?” I ask.

You exhale, slow. “Yeah… it’s pretty. Like a…”

Your voice drops into the word.

“…like a lullaby…”

I smile. “Mmm. It does sound like a lullaby, doesn’t it?”

“There’s something to be said for that word… lullaby...”

I let it linger in the air between us.

“All soft sounds. No edges. Such a sleepy word.”

A pause. Then, very gently: “You’re not sleepy, are you?”

You laugh. Soft, embarrassed. “No.”

But your eyelids flutter.

I watch the side of your face, your throat, the way your breath has begun to stretch.

“Do you know why lullabies make people sleepy?”

You shift slightly. Then dryly, a little too quick:

“Of course I do.”

I glance at you, amused. “Mmm?”

A beat. Your brow furrows, just slightly.

“Because… they’re slow. Simple patterns. Obvious.”

Your voice is defensive now. Trying too hard to sound clinical. Like you’re quoting something.

I smile.

“That’s part of it,” I say. “Slow. Simple. But it’s more than that.”

You don’t interrupt me this time.

You just keep listening.

The music deepens.

“It’s the intervals,” I say. “Most lullabies move in what’s called stepwise motion. No leaps. No sudden jumps. Just soft, careful steps.” 

“Back… and forth. Like this…”

I move my hand in a gentle arc, left to right, then right to left. Smooth. Predictable.

Your eyes follow.

“And more than that,” I say, voice softening, “it’s the direction.”

I change the gesture, now slowly lowering my hand in the air. From above your eyeline, down to your chest level. Down… and down again.

“Descending tones.”

Your gaze flickers up to my hand again, now rising slowly and falling again in that same downward path.

“That downward pull you’re probably feeling right now.”

“You’re feeling it, aren’t you?”

“…a little…”

“And that downward motion,” I whisper, “it mirrors something in the body.”

You swallow.

“They feel like sinking into bed. Like sliding under water. Like the weight behind your eyes.”

Your eyes flutter. You try to shake it off. A tiny shift of your shoulders. A breath pulled deeper than you meant, like it startled you. Like you caught yourself on the edge of something.

I let my hand drift again, slow and downward. Your eyes catch it… and stay.

“Feels good to follow, doesn’t it?” I ask.

You hesitate, just for a beat.

“...mm... good...”

Your lips stay slightly parted after you speak.

“Feels easy to follow,” I murmur.

And after a second, just above a whisper…

“...s’... easy...”

I smile. “Mmm. That’s it.”

The music settles deeper now. Your eyes lift once more, trying to follow my hand, even though it’s stopped moving.

“Your eyes must feel so heavy by now.”

They try again.

“...heavyyy...”

Then blink.

Once.

Long.

Your lashes don’t quite rise all the way.

“You must be so sleepy.”

“...sooo... sleeeepy...”

I smile.

“Then sleep.”

Your eyes flutter once more.

And this time, they stay shut.