there will be suggestive/nsfw content and themes reblogged and posted here, use your discretion
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any oc posting i do here will primarily be about timbits the donut bunny and morello the black forest wolf
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!!! hypnosis !!!
- dumbification/light bimbo themes
- unaware/covert/accidental hypnosis
- slow inductions in fiction (no reader inductions)
- mantras/devolving speech
!! intoxication !!
- sleep/hypno/sex pollen
- aphrodisiacs (magical or otherwise)
- drunk/high sex
! somnophilia !
- generally sleepy anything
- snoring (particularly in relation to hypno or intox)
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neeeeed some hypnotic jewel or gem to play around with. could you imagine showing it off to a friend? dangling it before their face and watching the intelligence fade out of their eyes, their mouths hanging open. watching them go deeper and deeper with every little swing.
just be careful not to fall for the jewel yourself. don't stare into your friends' eyes or you might find yourself never letting go. don't focus on the pretty gem floating before you or you might find yourself trapped in a trance no one can save you from <3
a half-asleep sub with eyelids so heavy that they can't keep them open, trying to talk to you but slurring their words so much that they're just muttering gibberish. yawning and letting out little vulnerable sleepy groans. eventually succumbing and going totally limp. breathing slow and deep while you lift their wrist just to feel how relaxed and floppy their limbs are
If you’re struggling it’s probably because you’re not getting enough deep sleep. 6-8 hours of mindless bliss per day should fix that. Stare at this spiral and we’ll have you feeling the best you’ve ever felt in no time at all. Trust me.
“As far as kinks go, marking has to be one that’s stuck in my head the longest. Collars are the staple, the go to, and the first thing most people think of, at least in the kink community, to denote a claim. There around your throat is some thick leather band or delicate little day collar that someone else put on you. It doesn’t, or rarely, comes off, and eventually becomes so much a part of you that you forget it most of the time. Did you know one time one of my long term partners went into work with her collar still on? Lovely little leather number with pink under stitching. Goodness I could only imagine how red she was when her boss pointed it out.”
The chair under you is dreadfully uncomfortable. Heavy, wooden, high backed, no padding. You’ve been tied to it several times before, but tonight is different. There are no toys waiting to be used on your exposed body; just the rope binding you to your seat. Tonight I’ve taken far more time than usual securing your wrists and ankles.
“Jewelry is another one people often jump for. Wedding rings of course, but imagine instead a solid silver bracelet. Something engraved and hand crafted, fit to your wrist just perfectly. Thick enough you’d feel the weight with every movement of your arm. Think how often your hands and wrists are in your vision. You’d always see it, always remember that moment I first slipped it on. And even if it did manage to drift from your attention, someone’s bound to comment on its beauty and draw you back.”
“There are less considered options. You have things like perfumes, or clothing. Picking out how you dress out on the town, what you’ll wear to work, or what you’ll smell like. Each of them, large or small dictating how other people perceive you. I think that’s a fascinating degree of power to be given over a person.”
When I place the butane torch on my work table you begin to squirm. You can’t help yourself, I understand. Anxiety and fear causes every animal to find the boundaries of its leash. You however have nowhere to go, bound as you are. I start the flame before I dial in the heat. You watch in open fascination.
“My favorites are the permanent kind, or at least the nearly permanent. Maybe a tattoo on your hip that every one of your future lovers will see when they kiss their way down your body? Or maybe I’d like it a little higher. Tucked up near your collar bone. You’d see it only when you look in the mirror but you’d have to change your entire wardrobe. Either to hide it in shame or expose it to everyone you meet. Regardless I’m still dictating that control over you, forcing you to consider every future outfit choice. Even if you do decide to hide it you’ll have to show it off to some future partner. You’ll have to either explain the truth to them and watch the emotions play across their face, or lie to them. Break a vow of trust between you both because you couldn’t handle the alternative.”
“Where all those fail is their impermanence. Collars are made to be removed. Perfume can be washed off. Jewellery gets taken off before every scene. Even tattoos can be covered up, or naturally fade with time.”
I’ve put my back to you, my body blocking your view of the flame and whatever I was doing. Heavy boxes are opened, the sounds of metal hitting metal mixing with the roar of the torch. Smells you can’t place start to reach your nose as the torch warms something.
“Scars though? There’s one of my favorite ways to mark someone. This part of you, maybe even the whole of you, was unblemished before you met me. Now it’s imperfect. Changed. You’re just a little less whole, a little different than you were before and you’ll never escape that knowledge body or mind.”
“The impact of my intrusion on your life should leave physical consequences, don’t you think?”
In one hand you can see me holding the softly glowing length of a cattle brand, the air around the tip shimmering from the heat. Faintly you can make out the first initial of my name woven into the design of the metal.
“Just like I taught you, breathe through the pain baby.”
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you want to fuck me so bad it makes me look stupid. it-- it makes me so stup-- so bad it makes me horn-- you, uh.. did you drug me? i,, i think i loeve youo,,
It seems there are 2 types of content: normal hypnosis with zero fetishistic intentions, or shitty porn where they just use hypnosis to get a girl.
I need hypnosis where there's little to no sex but there is TENSION! I like it long and drawn out, I want to see them resist a little, want to see their sleepy eyes glaze over slowly as they struggle to think... thats what really turns me on T_T
Ok but at some point u mentioned Heavy trancing people with his eyes and sheer force of personality (and also like, his c**k) and now I have to admit I’m genuinely so curious to see that. Would u be willing to give us one of him using his mystical powers on someone. By chance. Pretty please
it's less that he has mystical powers with his eyes, and more that his eyes are naturally piercing, and he can use them as a focal point. his main method of hypnosis is brute force.
The boss getting hypnotized…… the one who is always in charge and he’s dropping in front of everyone…. He’s obviously fighting it soooo hard and that just makes it more humiliating for him when his eyes roll and he sinks back, unable to fight anymore. This is the guy who was calling the shots?
Everyone is taking pictures and giggling. He’s would hate this!! He’s going to be sooo embarrassed! Not a hint of respect or fear of how he’ll react when he’s allowed to wake up. Treating his entranced body like a cute little puppet.
Saw my comfort character unconscious with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and now I imagine him getting hypnotized senseless before I go to sleep
Most people take a gag as permission to be loud. Either because they take it as a challenge "try to silence me, I'll show you" or because they think it's going to muffle noise so they're free to be noisy. They'll be unintelligible of course but they will make all types of pretty noises.
On the other hand a blindfold makes most people quiet. They still want to have situational awareness, they still want to track your movements, so they focus on their hearing and stop making sounds that would make it harder to hear you.
Most people use breathing to regulate emotions and manage pain. Deep consistent breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. You can take advantage of this by either blocking their nose or mouth or by interrupting their breathing with will timed stimuli. Suddenly your high pain tolerance sub becomes a wimp, your composed and mature sub becomes a panicky baby
Like in horror movies tension is important in scenes. You might think that to make your scene really intense you have to be serious the entire time but what you'll find actually happens is you wind the tension up to a certain point and then can't get it any higher and the scene becomes stale. But if you let yourself relax, loosen up, and make a few well timed jokes breaking the tension a little you can then wind it up again and make it more tense than you could previously.
Expectation is an incredibly powerful tool you can make use of. People like patterns, people like predictability, they like knowing what's going to happen. So make rules and follow them, make patterns and keep to them, be predictable and your sub will feel safe and comfortable with you, they will trust you more if they know what you're going to do and how you're going to react.
And if you know what someone is expecting you can functionally read their mind, better than that you can control their mind, you don't just know the thoughts they're having you put them their. Plus now you have all of these opportunities to create wonderfully strong emotions and reactions by going against their expectation. Don't do this too frequently or you'll ruin both their feeling of safety and the effect this has but keep it in your back pocket and use it with precision.
Your sub wants to impress you, they want you to be proud of them. So when they're approaching their limit if you point that out to them ("OK darling I think that's just about all you can take") they will try to convince you they're not ("no please I can take more for you please") and if you give them an opening to do so ("are you sure?") they will jump at the chance to impress you. Follow this up with praise so they know they did a good job. This will leave them feeling satisfied and proud of themselves in a way that reaching their limit and having to tell you they've had enough won't. If you're careful you can use this to gently push their limits and comfort zone so you can both experience more intense sessions in the future
Tyrone leaned back in his bed, trying to keep his eyes awake as he scrolled through his phone. He barely noticed Tina jump into bed next to him until her soft hand slithered to his prick.
“Aww, baby, I’m sorry, but…YAWN…I don’t think I have the energy tonight…mmm…”
“Someone has energy,” Tina winked as Tyrone’s prize cock pumped up to a full erection under Tina’s skillful fingers. “But don’t worry, big guy. I know you’ve been working so hard. So how about a nice, slow handjob? Just relax…”
Before Tyrone could protest, Tina brushed her other hand down his face. His eyes drooped and he let out a long, resigned sigh. It had been a long day of work, and Tina’s hand felt so wonderful on his cock, moving up and down…up and down…
“up and down…up and down…that feels so nice, doesn’t it Ty?” Tina cooed. She cuddled closer to her boyfriend, her warm tits pressing into his arm.
“Up and down…nothing to do, nowhere to go. Just relax…up and down…up and down…your cock is getting so hard…so stiff and needy…you don’t want to do anything right now except just relaaaax and enjoy my hand going up…and down…”
Tyrone felt his body melt as a lopsided grin crawled onto his face. Tina was right. He could just relax and feel her hand pulling and stroking and squeezing and twisting up along his member again and again. It was so soothing, so wonderful luxuriant. Her hand was soft and just a little slick from the vitamin E lotion she used.
“Let your eyes get heavy, dear…eyes drooping down…can’t keep them open anymore…”
Tina worked her pace just a little faster as Tyron’s cock throbbed and strained under her touch.
“The harder your cock…the sleepier you get….the harder your cock…the sleepier you get…hard cock…sleepy eyes…hard cock…sleepy eyes…so sleepy…so, so hard…”
Tyrone tried to keep his focus on the wonderful sight of Tina’s shiny pink nails spinning up and down his shaft, but his eyelids felt like lead weight were attached to them. He struggled to keep them from dropping down, his head nodding drowsily with Tina words.
“Such a nice, soothing motion…up and down…so relaxing…up and down…drifting with my voice…my hand…on your cock…going up…and down…and up…and down…until you…just…”
SNAP!
Tina clicked her fingers together as Tyrone shot a jet of white cum in the air.
“Sleep.”
Tyrone’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped against the headrest of the bed, completely lost in sated slumber.
Tina left Tyrone snoring and washed the sticky jizz off her hand. She hopped back in bed and took out her phone, texting furtively as she snuggled under the covers.
“Ok. He’s out.” She typed.
A week later, Tyrone noticed Tina putting on her hottest outfit and examining herself in the mirror.
“What’s going on, baby? Are we going out tonight?” he asked, confused.
“Oh! Uh, well, no. I just wanted to try on this dress. How do I look anyway?”
Tyrone gazed at his girlfriend, her juicy thighs peeking out of the strategic slit in her cocktail dress.
“Really, really good actually,” he said. “Maybe we should go out tonight anyway.”
“Oh, sweetie. You know I’d love that,” she said taking a step closer to her big man. “But I know you’re just too sleepy tonight.”
“No, I’m feeling good. I can take youuuu…”
Tyrone trailed off as Tina brushed her hand up and down over the bulge in his pants.
Up and down.
Back and forth.
“No, baby. I think you’re feeling way too sleeeeeepy to go out…”
Tyrone recognized the sultry lilt in Tina’s voice. It was the same tone she used when she had jerked him off last night, and the night before, and the night before that. Always working him up with her hand nice and slow, up and down, while she cooed into his ear until he just drifted off to sleep. Sometimes he remembered cumming and sometimes he would just lose himself in a deep dream of pleasure while he listened to Tina’s pretty words.
“Too sleepy…to tired and horny…” Tina whispered as the gently pushed her lover to the couch, his body sinking down into the cushions. In an instant, she undid his pants and had his cock out, hard and stiff, as her fingers gently teased and stroked him.
“Up and down…up and down…so soothing…so sleepy…so horny…”
Tyrone’s eyes fluttered and a soft pink fog enveloped his mind. What was he just talking about?
“Up and down…sleepy and horny…up and down…up and down…”
Tina’s voice was like a lullaby as she gently took Tyrone’s hand in hers and curled his fingers around his own prick, guiding him up and down in long, lazy strokes.
“Keep going sweetie…feeling so good, so sleepy, so passive and docile as you relax deeper…deeper…harder…harder…and…”
SNAP!
Tyrone’s head slumped forward, his cock a solid metal bar sticking out from his legs.
“That’s right, honey. Lost in la-la land for me. Just letting your hand go up and down…because your hand listens to me…and it’s going to keep you nice and relaxed…nice and drowsy until I come back…anytime you start to wake up that hand is going to squeeze and stroke your cock until you drift back into his sleepy, happy trance. Got that, sugar?”
Tyrone’s only response was a soft moan as he half sat, half lay on the couch completely unconscious. Tina waved her fingers in front of his sleeping eyes, smiling when she got no reaction. She pulled out her phone and opened her recent messages.
“I’m ready,” she tapped and then crept out the door.
The week after Tyrone was feeling restless as hell. For some reason he felt pent up like he hadn’t cum in a month. But that was silly. Tina had been getting him off practically every night.
Hadn’t she?
It was hard for him to remember. Things would get so foggy and hazy every time he tried to remember what his girlfriend did to him the night before. His dick would pop up hard and stiff and before he knew it, he was absently stroking himself and letting his eyes droop lower and lower until he forgot what we was even thinking about.
He found Tina doing her make up in the bathroom. He came up from behind her, his large hands reaching around to grope her tits.
“Gotta surprise for you tonight, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “I made us reservations at Chez Pierre’s tonight. Why don’t you put on something nice?”
Tina writhed under his touch and pushed her ass back into his pelvis, grinding her cheeks against his package.
“Mmmm…that sounds wonderful baby. But I think you’re just too tired to go out tonight.”
“No. I’m raring to go! I haven’t taked my girl out in forever and I want to go…show off…my…mmm…my…seeexy…uhm….”
Tyrone trailed off as Tina brushed her ass up and down, up and down, swinging her hips like a stripper.
“Awww…see? My man is just too tired…And too horny to make it through dinner….I think he just needs to take a little nap.”
“No…I’m not….not sssssleepy…I’m…uhhhh…”
Words failed Tyrone as Tina twisted around and reached her hands down his pants to grab his eager cock. She gently steered him towards the bed.
“Yes you are…your getting very sleepy, baby…sleepy and horny…horny and sleepy…you just can’t keep those pretty eyes of yours open, can you?”
Tyrone wanted to protest. He had spent almost half of his paycheck setting up their date tonight. He wasn’t about to sleep through it. Even if Tina’s hand felt so distracting going up and down his shaft.
Up and down…
Sleepier and sleepier…
“No place to go tonight… No plans…just resting here and letting that big, hard prick make you sleepier and sleepier…harder and harder…drifting deep, deep asleep…dreaming nice horny dreams…down…down… and…”
SNAP!
Tyrone toppled over like a rag doll, his eyes slamming shut. Tina brought his hand to his cock, gently coaxing it to take over for her as if glided up and down…up and down his hard, needy prick.
“That should hold you big boy. You just have fun with yourself tonight, stroking yourself to sleep anytime to start to wake up. I’ll be back later.”
She leaned forward and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead.
“Much later.”
Tina gathered her things and wandered out to the curb as a high end sports car pulled up and opened the passenger side door. Tina hopped in, rubbing against the smooth leather seat like a cat.
“Did you take care of him?” A deep baritone voice asked from the driver’s seat. Tina felt her mind go soft and fuzzy.
“Yes…he made us reservations at Chez Pierre’s tonight…” she mumbled through a sleepy smile.
“Ooh, fancy” the voice said as two strong fingers curled into Tina’s pants and traced gentle circles around her clit. “And you made sure he won’t bother us?”
“Yesss…” Tina sighed. “He’s going to keep himself sleepy and horny while he plays with himself all night…”
“And that makes you feel good, doesn’t it Tina?” The fingers kept circling around and around. “Turning your boyfriend into a drooling cuck so you can go out, spend his money, and fuck his friend without him knowing. It makes you wet, doesn’t it?”
Around and around…
Wetter and wetter…
“Yes…yes! I’m so wet.”
“And you love it, don’t you. You love being my little slut, getting used to humiliate your boyfriend, whenever I say so”
The fingers went faster, spreading her slick juices all over her pussy lips, gently pinching her clitty.
“Yes! I love being used by you! I will seduce and manipulate him for you…when…ooh!...whenever you…say so!”
Tina cried out an orgasm shot through her body, drowning her mind in pleasure. She sighed and sank back into the soft seat as she floated away on a blissful cloud of sleep.
“Good girl,” the voice said, shifting the car into drive. “You just take a little nap now. I’ll wake you when we get there.”
