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[theinternetarchive]

'what is hypnosis?' a homemade tape with an explanation of hypnosis on one side, then a hypnosis session on the other. recorded 1994.

[homohypnoticus]

since i just like hypnosis in general so much i feel like a lot of the things i think about aren't even like exciting big scenarios it's stuff like. what if the hypnotist is wearing gloves. and then i want to post about it and feel kind of silly about it because it's like. that's like nothing. what does that even have to do with anything. what does that even change. but what if the hypnotist is wearing gloves and also a lab coat

[mesmirised]

“Will you marry me” is so overdone. “I’m going to knock you out for my experiments” is new. refreshing. trendy even

[huffslove]

This is safe, right?

[that-derriere-stare]

[moonlitorchestrator]

nobody even wants to do sex nowadays all they want to do is hypnosis and mind control

[glitchedaround-deactivated20240]

Slightly obsessed with the idea of a hypno creature that uses a hypnotic lure with the expectation that its prey will avoid the lure, but not notice the other tentacles coming from behind.

[jukeboxemcsa]

The Sputtering Fumes of Resistance

"Um--well--yeah, sure it feels good, but--" Rosie broke off, trying to decide where to take her counter-argument and already feeling overwhelmed by all the options. She knew that just taking physical pleasure in a sensation didn't make her gay, she knew that she was only doing this because Corinne had talked her into it, she even knew that Betsy had a glassy-eyed, slack-jawed expression of vacant indolence that suggested some kind of thoughtless trance. But she couldn't assemble any of that into any kind of coherent mental narrative, especially not with her nipple brushing back and forth against Betsy's every few seconds and sending hot little tingles of arousal straight down into her cunt.

"But if it feels good, then naturally you want more," Corinne inserted smoothly, turning the objection into an intensifier with her calm, measured insistence and muddying Rosie's mind that much further. "It's just evolution, it's the way our brains and bodies are wired. When you feel pleasure, it's nature's way of showing you what you should be doing and I'm sure you understand that now, don't you?" Rosie was a little bit alarmed by the thoughtless way Betsy's chin rose and fell in an amiable nod, but all her emotions felt strangely muffled. Like she was somewhere outside her head, merely observing the stupefied young woman Corinne was maneuvering into fully rubbing both her tits against Betsy's stiff, tight nipples, and none of it really mattered anymore.

Corinne neatly solved the problem of how to arrange their legs, too, guiding their bodies so that Betsy's thigh rested against Rosie's cunt and Rosie's thigh rested against Betsy's slick pussy, and Rosie's eyes crossed and uncrossed as she tried to remember exactly how the older woman had convinced them both to take off their clothes so they could properly explore this line of conjecture. "I--um--I, I, um--" she stammered, her brain repeatedly short-circuiting from the constant brush of nipple against nipple and the swaying motion required for it that kept rhythmically pressing her snatch into Betsy's firm, tensed thigh muscle, and she realized with a muzzy shock that she didn't even know what she was objecting to anymore. She just knew something weird was going on.

"I know, it's a lot to take in all at once," Corinne cooed, stroking Rosie's back with her long fingernails and adding another layer of sensation to it all. "You'll have an easier time if you just stay focused on one thing, like pleasure, and let everything else fade into the background so your mind can slowly adjust and accept what's happening to you. Lock on to that arousal, that drifting ecstasy, and let even the sound of my voice blend into the pace of your own thoughts until you can't tell anymore which is which and you'll soon find that everything makes perfect sense." That sounded exactly like what she shouldn't do, but Rosie kept getting distracted by the way that Betsy's thoughtless drooling lubed up their tits and made the rubbing even more sensuous and soon she forgot she should be trying to listen. It was just easier to… to let Corinne's voice become her thoughts. That made perfect sense.

Rosie was slumped up against Betsy by the time she had her first lesbian orgasm, no longer brushing their nipples together but simply grinding hard against one another in grunting, whimpering ecstasy. Her eyes were tight shut, all her objections forgotten, and she was so overjoyed to finally cum that it never even occurred to her to wonder anymore what Corinne's ultimate motives were in all this. Until the older woman laid her back on the hotel bed, eyes shining with possessive lust, and settled her cunt onto Rosie's face to help Rosie show her gratitude for the persuasive reasoning that had transformed her whole existence.

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[owned-bliss]

Something so hot about that distant, defeated trance face. Empty eyes staring blankly into space, waiting to be commanded, waiting to be manipulated, waiting so patiently to be played with.

[bottomheavybrainairy]

Hello dear, you've been reblogging and awful lot of hypnokink, I wonder how much is left in that soft pretty head, I'd wager not a great deal, in fact I think your probably feeling quite open, quite suggestible, your probably even nodding as your reading this, nodding up and down, rising and falling, it's OK Lexxie, just relax, up an down, soft and suggestible, warm and relaxed, nodding up and down, lower and lower, head dropping deeper and deeper, breathing slow and deep, you might even notice your vision fogging just outside the screen, like the world's getting less and less Important, just keep nodding Lexxie, up and down, slower and lower, your probably starting to smile, you might wonder why this is more effective Lexxie, it's because it's focused, directed at you, you following my suggestions, It feels nice doesn't it? Just keep smiling nodding and relaxing dear, letting that fog grow, breathing slower and deeper, down and down and down again, you might feel your eyes starting to close, that's ok Lexxie, you can close them for a little while, just a little rest little one hmmm?

ooooo ummmmmm ummmm ifeel fuzzyyy

[jsx2022]

Good girl Lexxid, it feels.gopd to agree doesn't it? Good to be suggestible? Good to relax? Consider those questions one at a time, doesn't it feel natural to keep nodding your head, to keep agreeing?

[bottomheavybrainairy]

ooooo ummmmm

ummmmmm

yayyy

I like feelng goodd

[jsx2022]

Of course you donl pet, it feels good to be good, like a little loop hmm? It feels good to be good. Why don't you keep nodding and start repeating rest hmmm? It feels good to be good, every repetition, every nod of the head a little slower and deeper, feeling a little better, being ever such a good girl, taking yourself deeper and deeper, smiling and relaxing, nodding and repeating, you want to be a good girl don't you Lexxie?

[bottomheavybrainairy]

ehehehehe deeperrrr n deeperrrrr n nodding nnrepestinggggg yayyyyy

[mesmirised]

simple but great, I love "corrections" in hypnosis.

I don't want to do that? they beg to differ. that's not true? they assure me that it is. I can't trust them? wait... nevermind, of course I can... 𖦹﹏𖦹

[freegameplanet]

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[estrogenerational-trauma]

yeah im pretty normal about this

[deadandwalking]

hey kitten. daddy needs to talk to you. your kink blog is great, but you are not highlighting the words correctly. kitten. stop highlighting. this is shit. did you seriously highlight that period. kitten.

[schakira]

whats that story about this dude that really wanted to have sex with a clown and get a pie to the face while climaxing

[iszyjfry]

I heard every time he bounced on it, it squeaked.

[schakira]

wait i found the story actually [link 1] [link 2]

[cor-infernum]

LOVE WINS 🥳🤡🥧

[sleepnowmychild]

Hypnos of the chronically fatigued, unable to walk for long

Hypnos of the chronic pain sufferers, stuck in bed for days

Hypnos of the recovering, having to rest for long periods

Hypnos of the comatose, protecting them in their fragile state

Hypnos of those with endometriosis, unable to get out of bed from the cramping pain

Hypnos of the narcoleptic, unable to control their sleep-wake cycle

Hypnos of the hypersomniacs, unable to stay awake very long

Hypnos of the insomniacs, unable to fall asleep at all

Hypnos of the sleep walkers, keeping them from running into something in their sleep

Hypnos of the sleep paralysis, fighting the visions off when you can’t move

Hypnos of those who faint and black out, making sure they don’t hit the ground too hard

Hypnos of the dizzy and lightheaded, who have to lie down more often

Hypnos of the sick, disabled and chronically tired.

[ouroborosorder]

[ace-trainer-alice]

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.

[misscammiedawn]

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.

Come back to me.

[secret-subject]

"What are you?" He asks. I respond without question. "An empty bimbo." Giggling. Shaking my head. When did I get that mantra? I look confused. I have to question it. "Hey when did that happen? You never told me that." He chuckles at me. "Maybe it's been hidden in plain sight the entire time? Have you looked for it on you?"

All day he'd been asking me to write words for him on my body and all day directing certain letters to be in the 'special glowy pen'. I of course couldn't tell you which was which, that wasn't important. Afterall, I just do what I'm told and thinking about that wasn't part of today's to do list. Reading the words back, I try and find the ones I'm looking for. 'Enthralled', I sigh, 'brainless', 'mindless', the more I read the more each word takes a hold of my mind. Making me feel each and every syllables power over me. 'Powerless', a wave of submission trickles down my spine, 'more' sitting just above 'dumb', 'Yes Sir'. I can't help smile at that. I do love saying yes. All in cute handwriting and with each 'i' dotted with a tiny heart. Maybe I am a bimbo afterall. All these other words and yet, no empty and no bimbo. Weird. "I um, don't see them?" I say shyly. Giggling to myself and twirling my hair. I can't help it. "Have you tried looking with your special flashlight?" He asks with a smug grin. He's playing a trick on me, I know it.

I pick up the flashlight on the table. It's uv reactive and makes things glow. Special uv things. Shining it over the words across both of my thighs the trick comes clear. Shining clear as day in pretty glowy pen are the words 'empty' and 'bimbo'. I giggle. He knows. I've found the trap he laid out for me and walked right into it again, as I do everytime. This wasn't the first time seeing it, hardly would be the last, but the more I focus on those two little, pretty words I get lost in their pull on my mind. It gets 'empty' and I become more of a dumb, helpless, giggling 'bimbo' because its written on me.

It must be the truth.