Adult, He/Him, Asexual
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I finally decided to take the plunge and make a kink blog. For now I mainly engage with kink in a fictional or hypothetical capacity rather than irl acts. Mind control and adjacent stuff (1st bullet point below) is my favorite, but there may be other stuff on here as well.
I'm a young adult (20s), a trans man, and aroace. I don't share my actual name online; call me my url or any good-faith and gender-appropriate/neutral name, title, or nickname that I haven't said I dislike.
Likes:
✨ Anything in the mind-control ballpark (mind control, hypnosis, brainwashing, possession, conditioning etc.)
✨ Fictional slavery/ownership/etc.
✨ Pet stuff but without animalization (i.e. they're a pet but recognized as a member of the human species, not pretending to be a dog or cat or whatever)
✨ Power dynamics
✨ Sadomasochism
✨ I also like whump both as its own thing and where it intersects with kink
Hard Nos:
🚫 Urine/feces/etc.
🚫 Ageplay
🚫 Forcefem/detrans
🚫 Pregnancy stuff
🚫 Graphic smut/explicit sexual nudity
🚫 Certain titles/petnames: Mommy/Daddy, doll/dolly, puppet/poppet, bimbo, anything misgendering me or denying my orientation <-not necessarily exhaustive list
🚫 Anything that would ruin my anonymity (real pics/recordings/location/etc. from me)
Crossing one of the hard nos with me will get you blocked instantly.
I am asexual and sex-averse. This does affect how I engage with kink. Keep in mind kink does not necessarily have to be sexual (here is a very good post on the subject). Depending on how it's handled, I can get behind the dynamic or general concept of sex, but I do not want to see or hear details about specific acts, body parts, or bodily functions. My kinks should be assumed to be non-sexual by default.
I have both submissive and Dominant fantasies, and the posts on here will reflect that. But if there's nothing to indicate otherwise, it should generally be assumed that I'm enjoying things from the more Dominant side. I prefer to be perceived as Dominant, and if I were to do kink irl that is the role I would try. At this point in my life, I am still working on the confidence and interpersonal skills I would need to get to the point of meeting up with people and doing kink irl, so for now I mainly do it through fiction, daydreams, and online spaces like this.
This space is both for reblogging things I'd be too shy to put on another blog; and for exploring kink, the community surrounding it, and my relationship with it. Since I'm fairly early on in this exploration, I will likely be fairly cautious and reserved. I welcome interaction but please be respectful of my comfort levels.
This is a sideblog, so there will not be any follows or likes from me. I want to keep this anonymous from my main, so don't expect me to share that either.
now perhaps it was a bad idea for any number of reasons, but i think it was actually really really funny to make "snap out of it!" and "remember who you are!" deepeners so the whole time its friends were trying to free it, it was locking the fuck in even harder and getting excited about being rewarded by me later.
Convince the hypnotee that their true self is the deep and compliant hypnotized thrall. Remind them of all the wonderful things they used to be before they were convinced to take on the responsibility and burden of personhood, remember who you are, you used to be so free of thought and worry, snap out of it, you don't need to be so weighed down by doubts and stresses, fight it, you don't have to let that nagging reflex that tries to make pull you out of this reverie.
Instructing my thralls to learn hypnosis, and to use it to reinforce in me every day that I deserve this, that I deserve their mindless and total subservience and so much more, that any twinges of conscience are to be ignored, that the answer is always to keep going further, to burn away any tenderness and doubt, to keep blossoming outward in my grasp, ambition, and shamelessness until I become the most pure and majestic version of my potential.
(inspired by @secret-subject's excellent hypnosis for dominance file)
"Don't you wanna be good for me?" Evil. Evil tactic. Suddenly I'm folding and I'll do anything he ask cause yes, I wanna be good, I'll be so so good! Just for him <3
The fact that anti-kink ppl seem to be so broadly “all kink is bad” is so funny. I recognize that some of the things I’m into are really silly but taking a political stand against my freedom to engage with those things is objectively sillier.
It’s okay to have fantasies that you would never want to do in reality. It’s okay to have fantasies that you don’t want to do with other people. It’s okay to try things in real life and decide you only like them in fantasy. It’s okay to only like certain things in certain contexts. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. You are not any less valid in your kinks if you enjoy the idea of them more than the reality.
Braving the sorceress' tower with sword in hand, but it turns out I've wandered into an Arthurian milieu, so instead of subjecting me to humiliating and vaguely kinky transformations she just exploits a technicality in some long-forgotten oath of honour to send me on an incredibly inconvenient quest. I don't know why I keep swearing those.
Why ask Chatgpt to plan your day when the evil hypnotist on tumblr (me) will make all your choices and turn your brain to mush without destroying the global economy?
i'm also imagining a situation where a subject is made to repeat something but it's framed more like a memory game. like the hypnotist gives them one mantra or suggestion at a time and they repeat it, and then the hypnotist asks if they can repeat every single one in order. and so they're motivated to do it to prove they can remember. even if it means repeating hypnotic or embarrassing things
i'm also imagining a situation where a subject is made to repeat something but it's framed more like a memory game. like the hypnotist gives them one mantra or suggestion at a time and they repeat it, and then the hypnotist asks if they can repeat every single one in order. and so they're motivated to do it to prove they can remember. even if it means repeating hypnotic or embarrassing things
The Hypnokink Pride Flag, designed July 31, 2025 by myself, Glaucus Strix (current Tumblr @thethirteenthspell), designed in the style of the Leather Pride Flag and the Fetish Pride Flag, intended for free use among the hypnokink community. Like with many other communities being targeted by prudish and puritan forces globally, I felt we needed a banner which we could rally around. Below is an animated version for those so inclined.
Reblogs are not only allowed but FULLY encouraged. Please put this on your blog to stand up and say you enjoy hypnokink and deserve no disrespect for doing so.
Below the break are alternate speed versions of the animated flag, one slower, one faster.
The above is a bit more languid, in case you don't want it as intense.
And the above is the rapid variant, in case you just want to get lost in it.
it was a relatively normal looking pair of headphones. victor hadn't captured or trapped jim yet today - the headphones were obviously the trap.
it seemed obvious they were meant to brainwash him. maybe with certain sounds, maybe with someone's voice playing in his ears. but would it be victor's voice, or adrianus'? adrianus did express interest in him, and they had cameras around to watch. then again, he wasn't sure that victor's pride would allow him to let jim be controlled by anyone else. still, victor was under adrianus' thumb already, so even that could potentially be changed...
"still hesitating?" victor taunted. "i've never seen you this apprehensive about something. are you scared?"
scared definitely wasn't the word.
"i know your weakness now, jim. so, are you going to put it on, or will i have to put it on for you?"
the attempt at being threatening annoyed him enough to shake him out of his paralysis. he grabbed the headphones, slipping them over his ears. they had a comfortable enough design, at least. he was sure he would end up wearing them for a while, so that was considerate.
he braced himself. nothing was playing yet. victor might have had some sort of remote or button that he was going to press... or maybe adrianus did. if that was the case, he wouldn't even be able to see when-
he jumped. his whole body shuddered before he could even process it. there was no audio playing. the sound in his ears was the sound of something slimy, crawling and pushing inside of them.
before he knew it, he was on the ground, squirming, grasping at the headphones, even knowing that there was no way he could pull them off.
victor was laughing, but the muffled sound barely even registered to him. the intrusion inside of his ears took up all of his attention. it might have been the most sensitive part of his body, and the things writhing inside of it (tentacles?) didn't particularly seem to care about that fact. he knew that their only goal was to go deeper. to reach his brain.
it was so unnecessary, though. he could have been hypnotized just imagining something like this. he could have been rendered fairly helpless with just the right words. this was overkill. it wasn't even about the final result, was it? it wasn't even about controlling him. it was about this moment. it was about him shivering on the ground at victor's feet.
he felt it, when they started pushing into his brain. tingles spread down his spine, along his limbs, through his entire body. they went in waves, each one feeling warmer, more relaxing. as much as he tried to resist, he moved less and less each time, his muscles gradually going limp. he couldn't do anything more than twitch them.
his thoughts and awareness seemed mostly unaffected so far, at least as far as he could tell. he was pretty sure the tingly, fuzzy feelings in his head were more hypnotic in nature, a natural result of him being in this sort of situation as someone with a weakness to it. a result of him knowing what was going to happen, and comparing that uncontrollable relaxation to experiences he'd had in the past being hypnotized.
he had to admit that it felt good, even if the situation wasn't ideal. if he were just alone in his room doing this, he would be feeling nothing but pure pleasure. it was only the knowledge that victor was in front of them, that victor considered himself responsible for this, that inspired any attempt at resistance.
though that attempt at resistance might have been part of what made it feel so intense. this was different from being hypnotized. it was impossible to fight. the more he tried, the more he understood that this was a very real, deep, physical kind of control being exerted over him. any hypnotic response from him only made that worse.
because he knew just the knowledge that it was impossible to resist was enough to make him give in a little more quickly. just the expectation was enough to make him respond, before the tentacles even forced it. he had no way of knowing how much of it was them. he felt dizzy, the blood pumping through his body, the heat rushing through him. every movement in his brain, every push, every touch, every moment of them worming their way deeper, sent another shock through his spine. the physical sensation alone was enough to fry his brain.
"you look so good like that, jim," victor said, still looming over him, looking down at him. "that's where you belong, isn't it? this is how you should be."
it still made him bristle, even as he was being overwhelmed with sensation. "i don't..." it was difficult to talk. his voice was strained, and he wasn't even sure if it was audible to victor. he could barely hear it himself, through the headphones and the tentacles. "you've... you've probably..."
he was trying to say that victor himself had probably been in this exact same position with adrianus, but it didn't feel worth the effort to speak. every movement of his body was like trudging through a thick sludge.
"it's impressive that you can muster up any resistance now," victor said. "well, i wouldn't expect anything less from you. you're stubborn, aren't you? i'll be glad when every last bit of that stubbornness is completely wiped from your mind."
there was nothing more shameful than shuddering at victor's words, but he understood, in that moment, that there was a chance it really would be wiped from his mind.
the tentacles were massaging something now. he felt something changing inside of him, softening. it was like that stubbornness and annoyance was a knot, being methodically rubbed out and untangled.
he trembled and twitched again, at the wrongness of it. trying to hold on to the feeling that they were melting and dissolving from the inside. it slipped away from him, bit by bit, and every bit of erosion gave him an indescribable sense of relief, even as another part of him was only becoming more uncomfortable with the feeling, with the idea of what was happening to him.
"stop," he said reflexively, as if the tentacles would listen to him. "stop..."
still, even as he said that, he was already reaching the point where he couldn't make himself care anymore. the sole feeling that motivated his resistance was disappearing. he could feel himself starting to settle again.
"you can't do a thing about it, can you?"
even as victor taunted him, the annoyance wasn't coming to him.
the massaging didn't feel intrusive anymore, either. it just felt good. even the knowledge that he was being controlled, that a part of him was melting away, felt good.
"are you finally giving in?"
the question felt good. he found enough strength to nod. the tentacles' control over his muscles seemed to be loosening up, at least a little bit.
"oh, very good. that didn't take very long."
it was strange, although it took him a moment to realize why, his mind lost in the familiar haze of trance. but it was strange that the only thing it had done so far was melt away his stubbornness. that was enough?
it was enough. of course it was enough. pleasure trickled through his body at the thought, and he wondered if that was also the tentacles, rewarding him for his acceptance.
"you understand now, don't you?" victor said. "you understand your place."
he had the faintest awareness that he hadn't appreciated the idea just minutes ago, but it didn't matter. it felt good now. he wasn't even sure if he would say it felt right, exactly - but that wasn't particularly important. certainly, this was the place he was in at the moment, at least, and he was enjoying it.
"i understand," he said in a quiet, sleepy monotone.
victor laughed again, and the sound didn't inspire any feelings in him in particular. "i can't believe how easy this was. you're putty in my hands now, aren't you? i could do whatever i liked with you."
"you could," he said simply.
"and the best part," victor continued, crouching down to get closer, "is that i know it's still you. that your mind hardly had to be altered or controlled at all. that you'll remember everything. and you'll have to accept it all as your own actions. because you are still in there, aren't you?"
"i'm in trance, but... i am," he replied. "mostly..."
"perfect. that's exactly how i want you."
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