My name is Ivy Wilde and this is a compilation of all sorts of things, mostly on the erotic mind control, submissive side that simply MUST be shared. 30-ish yr old nerdy Chicago suburbanite. NSFW, 18+ or out you go.
She wanted something wholesome. At least that's what she had said, somewhat nervously when they first met in person. The talk online beforehand had been all about corporal punishment, mindless obedience, helplessly edging herself silly with no way of controlling her own body, the usual kink stuff. But in that stark moment of reality, she found giving voice to those fantasies, died in her throat. He smiled, he nodded, he understood and for a brief moment of eaking physical contact, when he placed his hand warmly on hers to reassure, she felt genuinely safe, if a little dissapointed that her darker fantasies would remain unexplored.
Then she fell. So much deeper than her past experiences, a sudden drop into an empty void, a warm all encompassing oblivion she had never achieved with online hypnosis. A voice poked and prodded her sleeping mind, questions that cut through her sense of shame and embarrassment like a surgeons scalpel, revealing the shadowy fantasies that lurked deep within her subconscious, with layers of propriety stripped a way, she couldn't help but answer truthfully, her dreams, her hopes and nightmares all laid bare and not a wholesome thought amongst them.
The Hypnotist smiled, it was going to be a long day for his new pet....
an underrated kink is corruption. i want to make you worse. i love to coax it all out of you and make you admit how hot you really think it is. donât worry, no oneâs going to find out. no oneâs going to judge you. itâs okay, you donât have to fight it anymore. just let it get to you. you need this.
Her breath caught as the words cut through through her addled thoughts, the familiar voice sent a sudden thrill through her body even as it further untethered her sense of identity. She swayed unsteadily on legs that would only move if given instruction, she had been asked a question, the voice needed an answer, but aside from the blinding moment of clarity, her brain was already beginning to fog again.
"I don't know who I am." A breathy whine now choked between panting breaths. A thought echoed in the back of her mind, a singular surety that this sense of total divorce from her identity had been the most freeing and pleasurable experience of her life. That her name, her identity would be nothing more than links forging into a chain that would rob her of this blessed freedom.
She didn't want to know who she had been.
"M...make me....New...." she struggled with the supreme effort needed to break her mind from the routine repetition of her mantra, to answer the question, to stave off the return of shame and responsibility, to be someone else for a little while longer, even if it meant being nothing.
A finger gently caressed her cheek, such a simple act that almost buckled her knees with overstimulation, a conflicting tide of emotions and sensations in a terrible jumble that was far beyond her ability to process, then came the words she had unwittingly been waiting for.
"Good Girl"
She fell hard against him as the stimulation overwhelmed her senses, a strangled gasp left her lips as her hips lurched forward, rocking backwards and forwards, her vision behind the blindfold exploded with colours as what was left of her restraint snapped like a rubber band. All the while, he held her as she shook and bucked and moaned in his arms, her feet still glued in place by earlier suggestion, the rest of her body simply far too wracked by sensation to follow instructions.
She didn't know how long he held her there, the in dark, warm, emptiness, she didn't know she was, but for what might have been the first time in her life.
"I don't know who I am" the thought should have sent her spiralling into panic and yet as the words left her lips and bounced back to her ears she couldn't help but find a certain serenity, a warm pulse of that travelled from the crown of her head all the way down through her body.
"I don't know who I am," the phrase came again, unbidden, the wave of warmth, stronger, deeper, growing acceptance of her mantra. She shivered as her mind snapped a piece of the jigsaw into place. She didn't know who she was, and yet she had a grasp of where she was, the pulse that accompanied the realisation she was waking from a trance sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body. There was no urgency to the growing heat in her body, no desperation that normally accompanied such sensation, just the slow, almost languid build up of warmth, anticipation, the sensitivity of her nerves slowly ratcheting up with each repetition.
"I don't know who I am," her voice cracked as the intensity of the wave increased, it became difficult to stand as her muscles twitched and relaxed randomly as if her body had been hooked up to a car battery. She squirmed and shook, the knowledge of identity resting just out of her reach lending fresh delicous torture to her predicament. Her legs pushed together as she realised for this first time since waking, she could see through the dark fabric bound over her eyes, she didn't even think to try and move, the impulse lost as the mantra rolled again from her lips drawing a ragged breath with it.
"I don't know.... who i am,"
He watched her from the bed, the vision of beauty normally restrained by layers of repression and shame, hypnotically freed from one form of bondage, and poured directly into a far more pleasant predicament. Consent was key, and besides the addition of a blindfold, her outfit remained unchanged and yet as the wave of excitement washed over her, those few areas of skin she had allowed herself to bare flushed crimson with heat.
He stood and walked next to the shivering subject, drawing a gentle finger along her collar bone, she loosed a plaintive meow as he circled her, whispering in her ear as she shivered and whined.
Min-Ha had gone out with her co-workers reluctantly. She really did not enjoy the "bar scene" but she had just gotten a promotion and everyone was insisting.
She was sitting alone at the bar when Carey came up to her.
"Congratulations on the promotion. You deserved it."
Min-Ha had always had difficulty accepting compliments so she just smiled and looked down. "Thank you," she said softly.
"Can I show you something?"
"What?"
Carey pulled out a quarter and started to roll it back and forth across the back of her fingers.
"Just watch the coin. Watch it as it dances across my fingers. Watch the light reflect off of it. So captivating isn't it?"
Min-Ha couldn't take her eyes off the coin. The fluid movement combined with the light reflecting off of it was fascinating. She'd never seen anything like it.
Carey could see Min-Ha's eyes loose focus. Her lips slightly parted and her breath grew slow and steady.
"That's a good girl. Just relax and watch the coin. Listen to my voice as it guides you deeper and deeper into this wonderful state of relaxation."
All Min-Ha could do was slightly nod her head and sigh. It felt so good to just relax. These past few weeks as the promotion committee had made their decision had been so stressful. This was the first time in a while she could just feel her body relaxing.
"Listen to me. Listen to my words as they bring you deeper and deeper. My words are all that exist right now. Just nod your head if you understand."
Everything in MIn Ha's world faded away, except for Carey's voice. She nodded.
Carey stopped rolling the coin and put it on the bar. Min-Ha continued to stare at the place where the coin had been. "Good girl," Carey said. "It's so important that you listen to my voice and obey. All you want to do is obey. Obey me. Obey my words. Obey my commands. Say the word "Obey" so that I know you understand. Say the word so that it becomes your world."
"Obey," Min-Ha whispered. It was true, she could feel it in the very depths of her being. Her purpose was to obey Carey. Nothing else mattered.
Carey softly stroked Min-Ha's hair. "That's right. I am your Mistress. Obedience to me is your only purpose. No matter what I command, you will obey. Acknowledge your submission to me by saying "Yes, Mistress. I will obey."
"Yes, Mistress. I will obey."
"You're being such a good girl. Now close your eyes and focus on my voice. You will do exactly what I tell you...."
Min-Ha got home and she had to run upstairs and lay on the bed. What was happening? She was so horny. She had been horny before but this was different.
First the level of horniness was off the charts. She had never been this horny before. She could feel her soaked panties.
But even more inexplicable was the fact that she was thinking about Carey. Min-Ha had NEVER thought about another woman in such a way. All of her masturbation sessions had been thinking about men (George Clooney was a particular favorite). But now all she could think about was Carey sucking on her tits, Carey fingering he pussy. Hell, she was even thinking about going down on Carey.
She flopped onto her bed and her fingers were between her legs before the bed stopped shaking.
Oh FUCK it felt so good. Ha-yoon had always had a submissive streak. Maybe a result of the her Korean upbringing, but again it was in overdrive. In her imagination she kneeling before Carey, naked, her head bowed.
"Who do you belong to little one?"
"You Mistress. I belong to you body and soul."
Just imagining herself in such a situation made her wetter than she had ever been. Her fingers pressed against her clit as she rubbed harder and faster.
She came.
At first she felt like she must have passed out from the strength of the orgasm. She could feel herself returning to a sense of consciousness and couldn't tell how much time had passed between the earth shattering orgasm and now. But there was something.....different? Her body was still so relaxed. And while she was returning to a sense of consciousness she could tell it wasn't full consciousness. Her mind was still incredibly fuzzy. Then she heard the voice.
"That's right, you're more and more aware of your surroundings. But don't come out of your trance completely. Remain deeply relaxed, so docile, so open, so obedient."
She could feel the finger of her Mistress trace a soft circle around her left breast. And then there was the touch on her right cheek. It was incredible as the simple sensation drove her deeper and deeper into her trance. Her Mistress put her hand on her chin and turned Ha-Yoon's face and then planted a soft kiss on her lips.
Min-Ha felt the kiss to the core of her being. It was like being bathed in divine light. She felt a pure joy at the thought of obeying her Mistress.
Carey looked down at the naked woman in her bed. "God I hate you. That fucking promotion should have been mine you bitch. Say it, say you're a bitch and that promotion should have been mine."
Min-Ha felt the anger of her Mistress and she was right to be angry. "I'm a bitch Mistress. The promotion should have been yours" Min-Ha moaned. Speaking the words made them true. She felt such sadness at the idea of disappointing her Mistress.
"That's OK, you whore. You can keep the title. But all decisions must be OK'd by me first. And the raise? All that extra money is mine now. You will give it to me."
"Of course Mistress. I exist only to serve you."
"Damn straight," Carey said as she lifted herself off of her slave and laid back on the bed next to her. She spread her legs."
"Open your eyes slave. Look over at me. I have a new position for you to fill."
Min-Ha opened her eyes and looked over at Carey. It was obvious what the "new position" was and Min-Ha eagerly moved so that she was between her Mistress' open legs. She began to lick her pussy, burying herself into her Mistress' wet cunt.
Carey put her hands on Min-Ha's head as the woman began to eat her out. "That's right slave. You've been promoted to the position of "Chief Pussy Eater"
And THIS is exactly why there needs to be some kind of vetting process with Masters/Mistresses; that promotion is MINE and so is that money, buzz RIGHT off, Carey!!!! đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
Your hypnotistâs hands were in your hair, rubbing small circles into your head. âMy words have replaced your thoughts, toy.â Every movement of their hands made it so easy to follow along. âSo, it just makes sense that you obey.â It did. Everything made sense when they said it.
âIt just makes sense that you follow wherever my words lead you. Because theyâre your thoughts.â Your thoughts were their words. âSo why wouldnât you obey? Why wouldnât you drop? Why wouldnât you sink?â You had to obey. You had to drop. You had to sink.
âMy control just feels so nice. So warm. So comforting.â Their hands moved down your head, to your neck, then your shoulders. Each place they touched melted more into relaxation. âItâs right to be obedient. Itâs perfectly normal to be unable to think of a reason to resist.â
You couldnât think of why you would resist. âResistance would be so much effort. That makes sense, doesnât it?â You nodded your head slightly. âYes, good toy. Of course it makes sense, you thought it, didnât you?â You started to nod your head, then stopped. What?
âOh, are you getting confused?â You were. âWhere do my words end, and your thoughts begin?â You couldnât tell. âOh, silly toy. Iâve told you. Theyâre the same. My words are your thoughts. Thatâs it. Stop trying to make sense of it.â You obeyed. âJust submit. Good toy.â
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Sometimes when I get particularly feral I think about fucking a follower
About the DMs turned coffee/a drink at a bar. The little words turned trancey words as your eyes begin to flicker. The giggling mess turned back to my place where your mind completely gives in and we spend a few lovely hours programming you and fucking your pretty head while making you needier and dumber until all you can do is beg me to use you
Stop just asking "is it normal?" and start asking "is it harming anyone?" Lots of harmful things are normalized in this society and lots of things considered weird or rare are completely harmless. Whether something is considered normal or common shouldn't be the deciding factor in whether it's okay
I swear some day I'm just going to work my way through this list, offering opinions on each and every one. But I'd also love some asks on this lazy, far-too-hot Sunday.
I would like your thoughts oh 71. Being Enchanted by a spell and 89. Confusion induction please ^^ - Fern
71. Being Enchanted by a spell
Standard Kink Rating Scale
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you donât even know
Funny story, younger Paradox dabbled in mind control briefly through TTRPGs by playing an enchanter and "convincing" NPCs to do things for me (much to the dismay of the DM)
So enchantment spells have always been a turn on. Much like an induction I get to weave words that compel someone else to be under my control. How could I not enjoy something like that?
Triple bonus points if the magic gives the target some eye change (faded eyes / eye color change / spiral eyes/ heart eyes / etc. Absolutely wonderful!)
89. Confusion Induction
Standard Kink Rating Scale
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you donât even know
So I learned Confusion inductions many moons ago when a sub asked me to trance them with one. Long story short, it is very fun to tear someone's brain down by completely baffling their sense of reason.
It's really fun to construct logical fallacies on the fly and then pepper in my real suggestions as the sub tries to think through my statements.
Ooooh, I LOVE being enchanted by a spell. Unfortunately, I've never had the opportunity to engage in TTRPG or the like but I've seen it in media and have read it in stories and have even asked my hypnotist to try it on me....goodness, it's SO good.... especially the eye change đ
no I didn't "do something" to your wife, we were just talking. it's not really My fault if she likes talking to Me, a lot of girls like the sound of My voice. apparently it's soothing.
girl, she's not acting weird she always smiles like that around Me, does she not do that with you? huh. whatever. c'mere, I wanna talk in private for a bit. no, nothing to worry about, just girl talk.
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