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@vivshypnocorner
Some blogs say "my sexual posts are not an invitation to flirt with me" which is 100% valid
Not for me. I'm a whore. Message me. Anon me. Say the filthiest things you can think of. I love the attention and I wanna be sub human with anyone I can
girl who is perfectly safe to talk to. girl who's voice won't affect you at all, in any way. girl who poses no threat to your free will from her voice alone. talking to her won't change you at all.
so anyway.
oh she's sooo fucked
ahahaha
immediately after being brought up from trance: "You should do this to [fiancée]"
"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.
Super underrated form of hypnosis: guiding your sub while they're asleep. Gently whispering sweetly into their ear, letting your words sink into their head and deep, deep into their subconscious~ It's okay that they're not really listening to you at the moment. They will when you have them nice and primed. ;3
Later the next day, you're chatting with them casually, and they're not really sure why the way you're talking makes them feel all nice and relaxed and fuzzy... then you start saying certain trigger phrases, and even though they don't remember them, something just seems so familiar about them...
It just reminds them of falling asleep... being in a deep, deep sleep~
It must feel good as fuck to be brainwashed and have all your friends go like "what did she do to you?" "Snap out of it!" "This isn't you!"
While of course everyone already knows how fun it is to remind a certain kind of suggestible girlthing of various phantom body parts such as tails, ears, or wings. It's fun to watch how its posture quickly shifts to account for them. The eroticism of a subject suddenly sitting differently in its chair, taking off its hat, or finding it suddenly harder to avoid your wandering fingers. I think a still underrated kind of exploration of the space is describing a vacancy in its mouth. An emptiness to be filled, an oral fixation, or even just miming a larger tongue. Then watching how suddenly it speaks slower or in a slightly different pitch to account for its unavoidable awareness of the open space. It's really cute.
Truly letting go, when you feel your inner voice fading away and being replaced by Their commands, Their programming.
No inhibitions.
No resistance.
Just Their instructions echoing across your dominated mind.
One type of fantasy I'll sometimes come back to is the one little indulgence spirals out into something much worse.
You know that this isn't something you should do. But it's just one time. You're just going to try it once. Do it once to get it out of your system. After this, you'll never be tempted again. And even if you are, you'll be able to resist those temptations that you're about to give in to.
But after that first time, it claws and gnaws at you. You want to try it again. But you tell yourself no over and over, until one day you indulge again. It's fine. It's fine. A second time isn't that bad, right? A cycle that keeps repeating itself until you're faced with the reality - you need it now. You've made yourself need it. Maybe you even did it before then? Telling yourself that you couldn't have it, that you shouldn't want it, only made that desire worse.
honestly i'm such a sucker for like very subtle resistance in hypnosis, like in the middle of a session. the kind where the hypnotist just has to repeat themself or be a little more firm or give a little bit of encouragement, and it's just gone
like, you come up a little bit, you tense up a little bit, and then the hypnotist just kinda smooths that out and brings you back down and gets you back on track. i just like being soothed and coaxed and directed like that. it's gentle but it feels so controlling. like that little bit of resistance doesn't even register as resistance at that point, right. it was a little hiccup. it was just you losing your focus for a second, or not understanding what you needed to do. and that's alright. it's easy enough to work through that. you just needed a little help
remote controlled vibrators are so much fun for edging. having a sub wear one and watching them squirm and moan whenever the toy is turned on or the settings are played with. teasing them and watching their different reactions to each level. the sub waiting and squirming, hoping they'll get to come the next time the toy is turned on. when it is, it doesn't stay on for long and they're either ruined or denied. they squirm some more and wait for the next time, knowing their orgasm is not in their hands.
Woosh 🪄✨ Special spell that makes you unbearably aroused until I turn it off! Feeling right on the verge, desperate to push yourself over... But not even close yet, really! In fact, it'll likely take longer than usual to get off when you're under this spell. Look at you, so cute like this! Face flushed, shaking and panting, eyes hazy, ready to do anything for a little relief. You can't even think straight, can you? Poor thing, you're just so precious like this, it's hard to even think about turning it off 🥺 I mean, just look how sweet and desperate that little face is! I might have to keep you like this forever 🥰🤭
oh to be casually rented out to your friends
mentioning it in passing like, “oh Donavon wants to fuck you tonight” in the same way you’d mention him borrowing the a board game
or we’re hosting a movie night, and you just wave at me and say “help yourself”. Nobody bats and eye when I’m pushed to my knees and spend half an hour eating Bethany out
opening up the mailbox and seeing a thank you card from Jackie, who “appreciated getting to use the whore” for her birthday party
you never have to ask my permission to be loaned out to your friends - I’m your toy, and you can lend me out to whoever you want
trance is an important part of a healthy balanced lifestyle and i simply won't be told otherwise.
eat your veggies and melt your mind
Fractionation as a show of love. Holding a girl nice and close to my chest, looking her in the eyes, and telling her I'm going to break her. That I'm going to make her mine. Drop her and bring her back until she can barely tell whether she's in trance or not anymore, take her mind and make little cracks over and over until it shatters, and all that's left are the pieces of a person. Telling that empty little object that she's going to be okay. Taking time to enjoy the blank stare she has before reshaping her.
She's empty, so helpless when she's this deep, so wonderfully susceptible. No thoughts left, just an empty body. So of course I'd want to make sure she understands her place, first of all. Maybe I could give her a few orders while she's this helpless, she'd follow them so easily, but my interest lies more in making sure she comes back even more helpless. So I'll take the time to be gentle, to guide rather than command. Remind her how lovely it feels in my arms, when my voice is the only one in her mind. Kissing her so gently, telling her how much I love her. I want her to know how much I care for her, how much I need her to be mine. Show her how much she needs it as well. And then dropping her so deeply again. And again. And again. All while holding her, and kissing her, and caressing her.
Slowly guiding her up, piece by piece, putting her mind back together. Nurturing her devotion. Teaching her how lovely it feels to be bound to my will, giving her little suggestions, nothing forced, and allowing her to follow, until it becomes second nature. Dropping her again. Reminding her how absolute my voice is, how deeply it controls her thoughts, how easily it can rewrite her reality. Cuddling and holding and petting her so softly at her most vulnerable, so that she'll feel at her most comfortable clinging to me without a thought in her mind. And back up, dropping again. Reminding her that in and out of trance, she's my darling pet, and that I'm as glad she allowed me to take this much control over her. Dropping her deeper. Finally allowing her to fully return, slowly helping her come back to her senses, and greeting her with a kiss on the forehead.
And when she's fully back, she'll remember how it felt before. She'll understand how much more susceptible and needy she is now that I've gotten to break her and put her back together. So incredibly happy to be bound to my will so much more deeply than before.
Memory play is so much fun! I recommend doing it with someone you trust, someone who has always been there for you, someone who you clearly remember being present in every important moment of your life
Your eyes look so pretty without any spark of intelligence in them. Dim bulb suits you.
I think I was born to be obedient.. to put on the clothes you choose for me, to pull up my skirt when prompted, to stick out my tongue without question, to be gross with no shame just because you want me to. I will jump at the chance to show you how happy it makes me to be owned. I feel the love in your orders and I show my trust in you with my follow through. I want to be guided by your hand forever.
