domme-by-starlight

[domme-by-starlight]

Story: The Silver Flashdrive

Hey all! Sorry for the brief break in posting, but hopefully I’ll be back to a weekly schedule by next week! Content info for this story: female (sub) POV, two doms (male and unidentified). Sub called “pet” and “slut”, dom called “sir”. Edging. Fairly liberal use of the word “fuck”. Brief mention of kidnapping as a fantasy. Exhibitionism (private / consensual). Idea based on the “timebomb” subset of kink. Enjoy!

Nina grinned at her dom, trying not to bounce up and down in her chair. Video chats with Isaac were the highlight of her week, and he’d hinted he had something… special planned this time. 

“Hi sir!” she said brightly, as soon as the call connected. 

“Hello, pet,” he said, amused. “Someone looks excited to see me.” 

“Mhmm! I’ve been so good this week, I’ve taken a walk every single day and talked with friends lots and and and so much other stuff, and also you’re amazing of course I’m excited to see you sir,” she babbled. “I want to-”

A series of chimes cut her off - dammit, she’d forgotten to put her phone on silent. “Sorry, sir. Uhh- I don’t recognise the number, so it’s probably not important.”

“Answer it, pet.”

Nina blinked. “Yes sir.” She put the phone to her ear, trying to think why he would-

“Slip into sweet slumber, Nina,” said an unfamiliar voice on the other end, and as her eyes rolled up all she managed to think was: oh. Oh.

~

3 months earlier - a text conversation

Isaac: Have you found a place to hide the USB yet? Remember, don’t make it too difficult. Nina: >< yes sir. There’s a few flower pots scattered around the main lobby where people are chatting, I was thinking I’d put it in one of those Isaac: Good girl. It’s time, then - make sure nobody sees you do it! :p Nina: yes sir :p Nina: ...done. Isaac: Good girl. Now we just wait to see who finds it, hm? Nina: ><

~

“Put the phone on speaker, pet,” Isaac said. Nina complied, still trying (and failing) to process what was happening. The trigger the voice had used, that wasn’t one of her public ones, which meant...

“I found a little silver flashdrive at a hypnokink conference,” the voice said, almost casually. “It had some rather interesting information on it.”

Nina flushed and tried to hold back a moan. “Who, who are you?”

“Telling you would take away all the fun, now wouldn’t it? I’m a stranger, someone you’ve never met before, and I. control. you.”

“Fuck,” she gasped softly. Each word felt like it drove spikes deeper into her brain, spikes of arousal and fear and a touch of humiliation. (But mostly arousal. Fuck.)

“Now, what should I do with you, I wonder?” the stranger teased. “So many options… Initiate slut mode.”

Nina groaned. God, she was so horny, she just couldn’t hold back anymore. She didn’t want to hold back, even in front of a complete stranger. Wave over wave of arousal started to crash over her, and she had just enough awareness left to feel her own mind changing according to its programming, slipping into long-set patterns. 

“What are you?” 

“I’m a- a horny, needy slut,” she whimpered. “My purpose is pleasure. I’m a denied, desperate slut. I exist to serve.” The mantra fell easily from her lips, as her voice got breathier with need. And even after she fell silent again, the words kept echoing around her head, reminding her of her place and her purpose with every word.

“Good, that’s exactly what you are. How long have you been denied?”

Nina grinned loopily. “Thirty-seven days!” It was her second-longest ever, and she was very proud of it. 

This time it was the stranger’s turn to curse softly on the other end of the phone, and she smiled even bigger.  

“May- may I touch, please?” she begged. “I want to, to, moan and beg and make pretty noises and turn you on and let you use me, I need- fuck, I need-”

“Touch,” the voice said, still sounding a little awed (and more than a little turned on). 

Her hands, which she’d literally been sitting on to keep herself from touching, dove instantly towards her clit, and she moaned with pleasure. “Thank you thank you thank you, fuck, my purpose is pleasure, I’m a slut I exist to serve, please make me get you hot and horny and fuckk,” she babbled incoherently. 

“She’s so desperate when she’s slutty like this, isn’t she?” Isaac said, startling Nina - she’d nearly forgotten he was there. Watching this, watching a stranger turn her into- anything, everything, a desperate denied slut who existed to serve…

“Oh, definitely,” the stranger replied. “She’s trained very well indeed - she sounds utterly shameless about masturbating in front of a stranger. Even like that’s turning her on more.”

Nina moaned. They were talking about her as if she wasn’t even there. Or, worse, like she was a pet or a new car, something that you didn’t really talk to so much as talk about. 

“Oh, it is,” Isaac said. “That was there even before her brainwashing, too. She absolutely loves the idea of someone meeting her when she’s like this, using her to get off, controlling her while she can’t resist. Only ever having seen her as a horny, needy slut.”

The voice laughed. “She came to it naturally, then. That’s always the best kind.” 

“Fuckfuckfuck, edge,” Nina gasped. 

~

D: contents

READ THIS FIRST.txt Limits.txt Contact Info.txt > 🔒 Personal Life ˅ Modes, triggers, etc     > 🔒 Slut mode     > 🔒 Brainwashing files     Pet mode.txt     Toy mode.txt     Misc triggers.txt > 🔒 Pictures & Video > Kinks and hot buttons

~

It was a simple idea, really. Just put the keys to her mind on a little silver flashdrive and leave it at a hypno con, and… see what happened. The more important bits were protected with passwords only Isaac knew, so he could vet the finder, but Nina? After placing it, she had no more part in the process. 

No more part, at least, until she got a call from a number she didn’t know and a stranger’s voice making her edge until her mind was completely gone, just for the amusement of it. Fuck. 

“Edge,” she gasped again, for the… fourth time, at least? She’d completely lost track by now. Of her edges, of the time, even of most of her thoughts - there were still bits of clarity, but they came in sporadic flashes that melted right back into trance after mere moments. 

Flash. “Please, please let me make you cum,” she was begging. “Do whatever you want, call me whatever you want, I’m a slut and my purpose is pleasure, please-”

Flash. “I’m near enough to her that I could even come visit sometime,” the stranger was saying conversationally. “I believe one of the files mentioned a kidnapping fantasy?” White hot pleasure, pulling back from the edge, close close close-

Flash. The stranger’s voice getting rougher with arousal, as she was reduced to whimpers and moans. Hearing their orgasm, and nearly going over then and there. 

Flash. Holding the edge, mind completely overloaded with pleasure, subsumed into the identity of being an owned, needy slut-

“Cum.”

And she was gone.

[domme-by-starlight]

Hey all! This is a hypnosis file intended to encourage (though not mandate) edging* and denial, themed around fire. The only epithet it uses is “toy”, and there’s no focus on obedience towards me. It does NOT include an awakener.

It does require enough privacy to edge (which I instruct a few times, but you're welcome to do so throughout!). It's also intended to be loopable, and do note that it's fairly intense compared to most of my work (especially if looped). For a first listen, I’d highly recommend having done a few edges before starting the file, especially if it takes you a while to get close.

This one, unlike Teasing, was written directly for audio, but if you want to glance over the script, it’s here.

*Note for people who don’t have much experience with denial: an edge is when you get as close to orgasm as you can without going over. A ruin is when you orgasm, but take away all stimulation as soon as it happens, and feels... rather different from a full orgasm.

[domme-by-starlight]

University of Mind Control

Part 1.4

continuation of 1 2 3

Jenna followed close behind Morgana as they walked into the auditorium. There were already about a dozen students inside, despite them being deliberately early, and they were… Well, a succubus roommate may have been one of the less stranger choices, looking at the assembled beings. There were a few who looked fairly human at a glance, but there was also a girl made out of literal flames, another who was definitely a centaur, and someone covered entirely in dark fur. 

She tried not to stare as she and Morgana took seats near the back of the group. What did the flame-girl’s voice sound like? A voice box made out of flames didn’t seem reasonable. Wait, did any of them even speak English? Though, Morgana did, and it seemed unlikely that they’d have exactly the same language despite being from different worlds and possibly universes. So… magic translation? 

Jenna pushed down the sudden need to go to the library immediately. There’d be time, and besides she didn’t even have a list of questions to research yet. Or, she did, but it would be about a thousand pages long and would take her decades to actually research, so she figured she should figure out a little more specifically what she wanted to know. 

More students filed into the theatre, and they didn’t get any less strange. There were a few small girls who were dwarves or gnomes or something like that, a humanoid dragon (she had a tail!!), and several beauty-beyond-this-world types, at least one of whom had pointed ears. Sairin slithered in eventually, and Jenna couldn’t stop from shrinking down a little in her seat and looking away. She didn’t know if the snake girl had noticed her, and she tried to seem small and unimportant, but she just couldn’t stop looking at all the variety. Not to mention the fashion! It was all so much. 

Jenna didn’t have long, though, before a woman stepped onto the stage, and everyone went silent. She didn’t make a gesture - she didn’t need to. Her mere presence seemed to fill the room to the brim, power rolling off her in waves. Her dress was white and almost Roman, or maybe Greek, Jenna thought, and her auburn hair was done up in curls piled atop her head. She was stunning. 

It was the woman’s eyes, though, that caught Jenna’s attention most. They were grey like mist, and even at this distance Jenna felt drawn into them, fascinated by the subtlest shifts in color.

Mind control, Jenna reminded herself firmly. Stop that. 

The woman smiled and spoke, her voice like soft velvet. “Welcome, students, to the University of Mind Control. I am Headmistress Hypna, and will be serving as your teacher for the introductory hypnosis class. It is my great honor to be the first to congratulate you for joining the ranks of this wonderful institution, and I hope you will not mind if I go over a few boring details while you’re here as well.” 

Jenna nearly snorted. She was pretty sure Hypna could read the entire Iliad, in Ancient Greek, and they wouldn’t be bored for a moment. The woman was… well, mesmerizing. 

“So, a few ground rules. Mostly around mind control, of course.” Hypna smiled. “Attempting to control other students is permissible and encouraged everywhere except classes, the library, and the dining hall. However, at least until finals come around, at the end of each week only one student will be allowed to keep their thrall and the rest will be freed. The winning student may not be the same in two consecutive weeks, but is otherwise at the teachers’ discretion.”

Does consensual control count? Jenna wondered. Would be annoying to re-condition someone every week...

She shook her head, refocusing on what Hypna was saying. “...you would immediately graduate with honors, but I would not recommend it nonetheless. Generations of UMC students have never yet enslaved a teacher, and some certainly have tried, to their detriment.”

Yeah, okay, let’s avoid that. 

“Should you wish less risky targets, however, those exist aplenty. You will notice that outside the boundaries of the campus there is a sizeable neighbourhood, composed of a slice of a town from each of your worlds. The townsfolk have been adjusted such that they won’t find their situation strange, and you are free to play with them as much as you wish.”

Hypna smiled, and Jenna’s stomach flipped automatically. Stupid mind control making everyone gorgeous. 

“You have your schedules already, and I’m sure you’re all starved, so that’s about all you need to know right now. Questions?”

That was short. Jenna had about a million questions, but managed to restrain them - she was unnoticed for now, and she wanted to stay that way. 

“Bit hard to tell in some places, but from what I can see it looks like we’re all pretty female,” someone in front of her said gruffly, though Jenna could only see the top of a head with silver hair in a french braid. One of the small ones, probably, but she couldn’t remember them all well enough to identify further. 

“That is indeed the case, Miss Larkat,” the headmistress said with a smile. “In fact, you are all not only femme creatures, whatever that means on your world, but also attracted to the same. It makes for a much more interesting year.”

Before Jenna had time to process that, Hypna continued, “If there are no more questions, the dining hall is open as of now. See you in class!” And with that, she disappeared offstage. 

“Well,” Morgana said. “Now that the boring bits are done, dinner?”

They had not been boring bits to Jenna, but Morgana did know a lot more about the school. “Sure, why not. Let’s go meet the classmates who’ll spend all year trying to enslave us.”

[domme-by-starlight]

Hey all! I had feedback from several people that my Teasing induction would possibly work better in audio format, so I decided to try recording it. I haven’t done this before, so the quality isn’t perfect, but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning/summary: This induction is focused around fractionation, with themes of teasing (obviously), how good trance feels, some resistance, and mild obedience (temporary - restricted to just while you’re reading). No suggestions, nothing explicitly erotic (the closest it gets is feeling a brief touch to the cheek), and has an awakener at the end. Don’t rush this one, just take your time to read and enjoy it, and make sure you have plenty of time to come up at the end. Enjoy!

[domme-by-starlight]

Induction: Blank

Hey all! This is a relatively dark induction with themes of blankness, darkness, pretty heavy fear inducement (especially fear of the dark/night), vampire-esque monsters that feed on emotion, and mild gaslighting (in relation to questioning the truth of your memory of this trance). It suggests that you’ll feel slightly blanker afterwards, though still functional, and that you’ll forget the trance or it’ll feel dreamlike/unreal (depending on your preferences). If you have anxiety or struggle to get rid of tension in your body once you’ve noticed it, proceed with caution (or just go read one of my other things, they’re all much nicer than this one!). Uses ‘prey’ as an epithet once. Might be pretty intense, so think about having a blanket to cuddle under or the like for afterwards. Enjoy! 

Are you afraid of the dark? 

Once, everyone was. Before there were walls to keep out the monsters and weapons to kill them and artificial light to take away the unknown, nights meant death. Nights were when you huddled close to your fire and hoped its flickering light would be enough to keep the monsters at bay, when you slept and hoped that you would still be alive when you woke come morning. 

Because things stalked the dark, back then. Things with sharp claws and long fangs and eyes shining with hunger, and things that could not even be described because the only trace of them was the dead or missing left in their wake. 

But then humans found the sharp-clawed monsters and killed them, and trapped the things with long fangs in cages to be gawked at, and fed the hungry-eyed things and made them into friends. They had weapons and walls and light and they thought they were safe from the nightmares. 

And they forgot to be afraid. 

Because not every monster uses claws and fangs to do its work. Not every monster can be killed with weapons, or kept out by mere walls. Some of the things that go bump in the night never went away. 

See, some of them - some of us - were cleverer than that. We learned to pass among your kind without notice, and kept our secrets close so that you never learned we even existed. And we learned to feed gently, so that we did not have to steal our victims away after anymore, so that we left no trace. (We do not have to, but still sometimes we do. Once in a while, when the night is at its darkest and a pretty human comes stumbling into our grasp, they may not come back out again.)

Usually, though, a victim is left merely a little… emptier, for a time. A bit more thoughtless, and why would you want thoughts anyway? Being blank feels so much better. You might not believe me now, but you’ll understand. (Sometimes, they come looking for us, wanting more, needing to feel our touch soothing them into nothingness again. That is the best of all.) 

But that’s not how it starts, of course. Blankness is the result, not the process. No, we begin with fear. 

So. Are you afraid of the dark?

You should be. Because we stalk the night, untamed and wild and unknown, and if you know of us then you are one of the few who knows enough to be properly afraid. 

And fear is interesting, isn’t it? That little tingle running up your back, the slight tension you start to feel everywhere, ready to fight or flee or freeze, the sudden sharp awareness on the back of your neck. And often, that fear narrows focus, too: you can’t pay attention to anything else, because all your focus is being used on the object of your fear. So you’re focusing on my words, and I’ve told you too little and too much at once, enough to know to be afraid but not enough to know why. Not enough to know what I can do to you, what I will do to you, what I might do if I decide to be cruel. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Alone, with me, in the darkness of your fear… It’d do you no good to get rid of it, of course. Pushing it away is just doing my work for me, learning to fade from fear into docile compliance. Better to be afraid, for the time left to you for that choice. 

Not much better, of course. Fear has a nasty way of growing on itself, choking the words in your throat, twisting around you like a vine tighter and tighter and scrambling your thoughts into a tangled mess of darkness. Desperate to escape, to find any way out, but never, ever finding one. Your body is getting all tense, your breathing is a little faster. You’re afraid. Aren’t you, little prey? 

But you’re caught. Trapped. Within my power, and your fear only increases that power over you yet you can’t stop yourself from being more afraid. And your fear grows and my power grows in turn, looping around and around, and with that power I pull every last iota of your focus here, now, into the darkness with me. 

And then - then my power starts to drain that fear out of you, into me. Can you feel it? Your body slowly, gently relaxing as I pull more and more of your fear into me, even as all of your focus stays right where it is on my words. Breathe, and feel the fear just flowing out of you, replaced with… nothing. Emptiness. Blankness. The fear drains out, and only the focus remains. 

Because that’s what we feed on, of course. Emotion, and fear is the best of them all. I’m drinking up your fear with every word, emptying you out until there’s nothing left but that focus on me and my words. 

Good, that’s right. Just blank and empty for me now, your fear like liquid taking one last swirl around the drain and then gone as you fall into sleep. Thoughts drained out with it too, because all you could think about was fear and now the fear is gone so you can’t think about anything, isn’t that right? Focused and empty, empty and focused, nothing left in that pretty little head. Blank. 

And draining just a bit more, so that your memories of the past few minutes start to slip away, so that you might not even remember this happening at all, and you’ll just wake up a little more blank than before. Or maybe you’ll just remember the emotions, the fear and then the emptiness after, but as hard as you try the details just slip out of your grasp and all you can bring to mind is an image of empty darkness. For some people it’s more like a fading dream, there but unreal. It depends on the person, really. 

And even if you’re one of those who does manage to remember it all, well. No one would believe you even if you told them. After all, monsters don’t exist anymore.

But for now, I’d best stop draining before you’re too far gone, hm? Feel the pull on your mind stop, and now inertia carries you forward, keeps you blank and focused. That’s right, you can just keep blankly accepting every word, letting my words drop into your empty head exactly like they were before. 

And soon, I’ll bring you back to slow wakefulness. You may feel a little more thoughtless than usual, but that’s alright. It’ll wear off soon. And before you’re awake, I’ll be gone, and not a trace of me left but the slightly glassy look in your eyes and an empty darkness in your head. 

So feel the very first inklings of the shiver of a thought coming into your mind. Feel your focus widen slightly, as you start to become aware of your surroundings again and the feel of your body. And as you wake, feel my words fade almost as soon as you process them, just a dream on the edge of waking.

1 Slowly coming back to yourself, back to reality, to the sensations of your body and the sights and sounds of your surroundings. 

2. And you know what reality is like, you know that things don’t really stalk the dark, not anymore. You’re know you’re safe. 

3. So it must just have been a dream, mustn’t it? Just a nonsensical fantasy no more important than any other daydream. 

4. And dreams slip away so, so quickly once you’re awake, slipping out of your grasp as your thoughts return. But that’s alright, it’s not important to remember it. 

5. Wake.

~

Hope you enjoyed! As usual, feedback is my lifeblood (even if it’s just ‘I barely remember what happened’ :p), so feel free to reach out in reblogs/asks/DMs. Also, I have enough content now that I might actually be able to keep up a weekly schedule - so, I’m tentatively promising to post something every Sunday. So till next week, happy trancing! 

[domme-by-starlight]

Also, I have a twitter now! I try to keep this blog fairly clean and just have inductions and other content on here, so if you want random half-formed thoughts that’s where those will be. :p 

[domme-by-starlight]

Induction: Teasing

This induction is focused around fractionation, with themes of teasing (obviously), how good trance feels, some resistance, and mild obedience (temporary - restricted to just while you’re reading). No suggestions, nothing explicitly erotic (the closest it gets is feeling a brief touch to the cheek), and has an awakener at the end. Don’t rush this one, just take your time to read and enjoy it, and make sure you have plenty of time to come up at the end. Enjoy! 

Wouldn’t it be fun to be hypnotised? You’ve been there before, of course, you’ve experienced that lovely state of relaxed focus... and don’t you want it to happen again? There’s something almost irresistible about that feeling of dropping into trance, the way you can relax and let everything else slip away for a while. Trance just feels so good. 

And I could, you know. It wouldn’t even be hard. You’re already primed for it from thinking about trance, and you want it - I could drop you with a gesture or a word and you’d be deep, blank, gone. Doesn’t that sound nice? 

I’m not going to right now, mind you - I’m just imagining it, is all. I like to imagine taking that thought process and stopping it in its tracks, turning your mind from on to off as easily as flicking a switch, but that doesn’t mean I have to do it all the time.  

Admittedly, you’d be fun to trance. I can just imagine what would happen if you let me, if you sat and listened long enough for me to ensnare your thoughts with sweet seduction and pull you helplessly down into deep drowsiness. You’d make such a pretty picture like that, don’t you think? All dazed and drifty for me, eyes glazing over and face going slack… And at some point, I will, of course. I just won’t be able to help it any longer, and my tone will change just that slightest bit and before you know it you’ll be dropped deep, deeper, falling down and down into my eyes and my voice and everything will just fall away… but no, no. Not right now. Don’t think about what I just said, ignore that image of yourself. It won’t help, I promise. I’m not hypnotising you yet, so stay nice and awake for me. 

You’ll just need to be patient for that. After all, I wouldn’t do it while you were expecting it - that wouldn’t be any fun at all. No, I’ll wait until you’re just following along, oblivious to what’s about to happen, and then I’ll drop you deep. You’ll see, it’ll be fun. 

And I haven’t entranced you yet, but it’s inevitable now, you know. You’re not deep, but you’re still caught in my words, trapped by the thought of being in trance, and you can’t look away. Mesmerised by the very idea of it, hmm? Just imagine being so deep and dizzy that you can’t think, thoughts all drained away until my words feel like they are your thoughts. You want that now, can’t stop wanting it, can’t stop listening and wanting and ever so close to the edge of slee… Come on now, up and awake. It wouldn’t do to have you fall just yet, after all. 

Good, that’s better. I know my voice can have that effect sometimes, but don’t give in to it, hmm? It’s not something I can change. I’m just naturally soothing, especially when I’m thinking about trance. Especially when I’m thinking about trancing you and melting that pretty mind of yours to mush… You’ll just have to try to stay awake anyway, I’m afraid. Or as awake as you can manage. 

Because you are already drifting a little despite your best efforts, aren’t you? You can’t help it. Your will is just too weak by now from being hypnotised time and time again. Like stone that has been worn into a groove from being walked time and time again, your mind slips into the pattern of trance with only a few whispers. It’s not really up to you, not completely - your mind knows what to do, it knows what happens when it sees words like ‘sleepy’ and ‘melting’ and ‘blank’. But just hold out a little longer, alright? Stay awake for me. 

And isn’t this a weird quasi-state of almost-trance, hm? Awake but relaxed, dazed but aware. Up, but so, so close to tipping over the edge into trance. Maybe a little confused, focusing so hard on staying awake when every fiber in your body is telling you otherwise, but you know too that trance means listening to me and obeying and I say stay awake so your trance-self knows you need to listen even as your waking self longs for trance. 

And every moment you teeter on the edge that conflict gets stronger, each side wanting to tip into the other, obeying by staying awake or surrendering by giving in to trance, struggling so hard not to lose that precarious equilibrium and sleep. 

That’s right. Drop so very deep for me, plunging into trance easily because it feels so blissful and wonderful and perfect. You can just stop thinking and stop struggling and let my words take over, and that feels so, so good. 

And up! Up and awake and aware. Yes, already. Come on, pull yourself out again, nice and awake for me. After all, I said I’d trance you, but I made no promises about how long I’d do it. Wasn’t that a delicious little taste? It felt so much better than being awake, I know. And yet you’re not satisfied, are you? You want to go back there, to just let your thoughts go away and melt. But to fall you have to obey, and obeying means staying awake, and so you can’t fall. You’ll just have to be satisfied with the little taste you had, to savor the moment and sleep.

Down, down, down, deeper than last time, falling into bliss and perfect mindlessness. Fall for me, fall so very deep into trance. And let your mind relax with your body, feel it open to my words and sink deeper with each one. So susceptible, aren’t you? And that’s okay, it’s just fine to make your mind malleable for me, to feel so very good within my words. 

Good, just like that. So deep and entranced for me that it feels almost impossible to come back up even if I told you to. Continuously falling deeper and deeper, feeling as though you’re as deep as you can go and then discovering you aren’t, that you can still go yet deeper. No more thinking for you, not right now. Not until I say you can. 

And… back up. Pull yourself together, drag yourself towards the surface, up and up and up until you’re awake as you can manage. I know it’s hard, but you want to listen, don’t you? You know I’ll only make you feel this good if you do what I tell you. So up. Thinking again, alert again, even if you maybe can’t shake off that last haze of confusion no matter how hard you try. That’s okay, so long as you try for me, so long as you’re as awake as you can manage. 

It’s okay to want, too, to feel the trance pulling on you. I know you desperately want to just release the tenuous grip you have on wakefulness and plunge back into darkness. And you could: I’m not stopping you, I’m not holding you back with my will, I’m not helping. I’m just telling you to stay awake and letting you struggle to obey. Maybe next time I won’t even let you fall all the way - I’ll just dip your toes into trance, give you a brief, fleeting moment that’s perfect but never quite enough. 

Yes, I think I will do just that. Feel yourself drift down as my touch just brushes against your cheek, lightly, only for a moment. And then it’s gone, and you’re up and awake again, and if anything that only made you need it more, didn’t it? 

Another touch, just as light. 

I could just end it here, you know. Walk away and leave you wanting, knowing what you need but unable to drop back down without me, just dazed and needy and frustrated. Wouldn’t that be fun? The only thing better, though, is seeing you sleep. 

So far down, so fast, just down and down and down and down and down. Tension relaxes that you didn’t realise you had, and it’s such a relief to just let go and fall. Your mind melts so easily now - it was barely holding itself together before, after all - and just drip, drip, drips out your ears as your head empties of anything but this fantastic feeling of deep, deep trance. Blank and blissful and better. Isn’t that right? 

Good. Could you come up now, even if I told you to? Try, now, try to struggle upwards towards wakefulness. Push up through the molasses above you, trying to think, to even remember what it means to think. Try. 

And maybe you feel partly awake now, like you can think coherently, but you aren’t, you can’t. You aren’t awake at all: if I’d just dropped you into this state from the beginning it’d have felt like deep, deep trance. And this is as close to up as you can get right now, isn’t it? Just slightly less deep in deep trance. That’s all you can manage anymore. You’re such a fuzzy, fractionated thing trying to obey but not knowing how, not being able to remember which direction ‘up’ even is anymore, let alone what it feels like. 

And drop again. Stop trying to fight it and just sleep for me, relaxing into that absolute depth of trance, mindless and blank and gone completely. So deep that your only focus is my words, leading you down and down into stillness and silence and bliss. It’s okay to get a little lost right now, to stare and sink into soft blankness for me. It just feels so easy and so good to fall like this, to go deeper with every moment. Good, just like that. Sleep. 

This is what I wanted all along, after all. To pull you up and down and up and deeper down until you were so deep you couldn’t pull yourself up anymore, to bring you all the way down into this state of thoughtless bliss. So just relax and enjoy feeling like this, experiencing this moment of mindlessness as long as you care to. After this paragraph, there’s a line, and then an awakener to bring you back out of this, but you can stay here as long as you like in deep, deep sleep. 

~~~~~~

But eventually you do need to come back to the waking world. And instead of trying to struggle your way up this time, just let yourself slowly, gently float upwards. You’re in no rush, so just drift peacefully up towards the light above you, and feel as your thoughts slowly, slowly start to return. 

And even when you wake, the trance will go away but the wonderful feelings won’t. You’ll be alert and energised, but you’ll keep feeling so very, very good. Smile a little for me now, and start to feel the sensations around your body again. Just float upwards, and you’ll be able to return to awareness effortlessly. 

1 Drifting upwards, thoughts starting to stir. 

2. Floating towards the light above, feeling that warmth and happiness remain. 

3. Becoming aware of your surroundings again, with energy flowing through you. 

4. Energized, waking, blissful, good. 

5. Wake.

~

I hope you enjoyed! As usual, feedback is greatly appreciated, in asks or DMs or notes. This one was really fun to write, and I hope it worked for you. And thanks to @tennfan2 and @jejune-pow for helping me critique the first draft (and give me the confidence to actually post this!). See you next time, and happy trancing! 

[domme-by-starlight]

Do you do any one-on-one text-based sessions that happen in real-time?

Hi, anon! The answer is yes, it’s something I can and have done, but it’s also something that takes me a while to be comfortable with doing with a new person. My public inductions are all written to be as broadly appealing as possible; whereas when I trance people privately, I often need a frankly exhaustive level of detail on what the subject likes and doesn’t like in order to feel comfortable putting them under and to have established enough rapport with them that I’m comfortable we’ll both enjoy the experience. 

So: it’s possible, and has happened, but I wouldn’t count on it if you contact me. Your best bet is to just talk to me, see what I’m like as a person, and mention that you’d be interested - and then shush about it and talk about other stuff. If we get close enough that I want to trance you, you’ll know! (More advice on talking to me on my about page.)

I hope that answers your question! 

[domme-by-starlight]

University of Mind Control

Part 1.3

a continuation of 1 2

Jenna and Morgana were unpacked, and they were starving. The dining hall apparently wouldn’t be open until after some kind of introductory assembly, though. 

Jenna headed out the door, looking back at Morgana. “Come on, we’ll be- oof!” She slammed into something hard and nearly fell flat on her butt. Great first impression, that. 

When she looked up, another girl was glaring at her. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” her mouth said automatically, but most of her attention was occupied by the girl’s appearance. 

The bottom half of her was an enormous snake’s tail, coiled around and around beneath her torso, and even the humanoid parts of her were lightly covered in green-black scales. She was wearing some ornamentation, it looked like, but no actual clothing. And she had- she- she had snake eyes. As soon as Jenna looked at them, the eyes captured her, seeming to grow in her vision as she fell further and further into their depths until she could see nothing else. 

“That’s right,” the snake girl whispered. “My eyes are so pretty, aren’t they? So captivating that it’s easy to just get lost in them and relax…”

Jenna knew what was happening. She was fully aware that she was being hypnotised. But she couldn’t look away. Resisting should’ve been easy, she’d brought herself out of trance hundreds of times, and there were safeties in place for this sort of thing. But those eyes were magical somehow or… telepathic, or something. And she couldn’t stop falling.

“Good, just like that, little girl. Just slip deep into my eyes, falling inevitably, irresistibly into trance.”

Jenna didn’t have much longer, she knew. She was dropping fast. Morgana, now would be a really good time to interrupt us! The snake girl hadn’t given any actual instructions yet, maybe if…

Her limbs were loose and relaxed, but not so much that she couldn’t move them yet. So she reached up and covered her ears, plugging them as tightly as possible until the snake girl’s whisper was completely indistinct. She still couldn’t look away, but it would work until Morgana came out. Probably. Hopefully. 

There was an angry hiss. Stop covering your ears, girl. Jenna jumped and her hands fell away - that had been loud. And perfectly audible, despite… no, not audible at all, she realized. It was in her head. What the fuck?? 

She didn’t realize she’d “sent” that thought back at the snake girl until the eyes in front of her disappeared, and when her vision cleared she found that the girl was clutching her head and groaning in obvious pain. The coils that had wound around Jenna without her even noticing had fallen away into a loose circle on the floor, which she wasted no time in jumping over. 

Looking around, Jenna saw Morgana peering nervously from behind the half-closed door to their room. Great. Of course she was too afraid to do anything. Jenna walked around the still-pained snake girl as fast as she dared, beckoning Morgana to follow. 

There was a hiss behind them. The snake girl’s voice was cold as ice now, almost unrecognisable from the seductive whispers moments before. “Were we on my world, you would be dead for your insolence.”

Jenna stopped, but didn’t turn. “You tried to enslave me, miss Snake Girl. Were we on my world, you’d be in jail.” At least, if I could actually prove it without sounding insane.

“My name is Sairin, and you will address me as such,” she hissed with barely contained furor. “You are lucky I chose to take you, rather than killing you on the spot.”

“Whatever you say, Snake Girl Who Tried to Enslave Me,” Jenna replied, then winced. Sairin clearly wasn’t going to like her, but that didn’t mean provoking the magic hypnosis snake that she had no defence against was a good idea. She started to walk again, pulling Morgana with her. They were nearly to the dorm entrance, if they could just-

There was silence for a long moment. Then, just when she thought there’d be no response, Sairin hissed, “You had best watch your back.” 

As soon as they left the dorm, Jenna started walking much faster, both to burn off her adrenaline and put some distance between them and the snake girl. Sairin would be a problem, but hopefully the kind of problem that happened later. 

“I just bumped into her, I don’t think I even knocked her over,” Jenna said. “That’d be worthy of death on her world?”

Morgana snorted. “If she’s some princess or something, sure. Powerful people are just like that. I don’t think my father would’ve killed you for it, but inflict some pain? Absolutely. Why, is your home different?”

Jenna paused. “...Mostly,” she finally said. “It’s not perfect, but being slighted isn’t, or at least shouldn’t be, an acceptable cause for injury, let alone death.” 

“Oh. But how would people learn to respect their betters? How else will they see how powerful their leaders are?” 

Jenna shot a look at her, but Morgana seemed completely sincere. “I… how about we talk about this later once I can think of a coherent response to that?”

Morgana blinked, but nodded. “Okay. So... what did you do back there? One moment you were just covering your ears and staring at her, and the next she nearly doubled over from pain.”

Jenna frowned. “I’m not sure.” Which was technically true, but she was betting it had something to do with that “raw telepathic ability” that she supposedly had. “Come on, we need to go, I don’t want to be late.”

“We’re twenty minutes early, Jenna. We’ll be the first ones there at this rate.”

“Yes, that’s the point! I would want to get there second, after all.”

Her mind stayed on Sairin as they walked, though. On the one hand, the sheer arrogance of the girl desperately needed to be taken down a few pegs. On the other… she’d made an enemy within hours of arriving. What if most of the students were like that? What if she’d jumped into a pool of sharks without realizing it? Except evil sharks. Evil, mind-controlling sharks. 

Jenna shook her head to rid herself of that image, and commented, “This going to be an interesting year.”

[domme-by-starlight]

I do this with all my inductions (except a few early reblogs that I can’t go back and fix the read mores for), and I definitely think it’s a good thing to do! (And means so much less scrolling if I don’t want to reread the thing, which I love.) But I’m mainly replying to note that my content descriptions actually have a formula, I just wrap it up in words to sound nicer. And I think it might be useful for others to see spelled out, so hereinafter lies my Four Parts of Content Warnings.

1. Themes. That’s any major theme, especially things that might be problematic for certain people. This can be further split into:

1A. Kinks - eg objectification, obedience*, arousal (remember that not all people find hypnosis erotic! My inductions are not explicitly erotic unless labeled otherwise), IQ play, pet play, denial, etc. No one wants to get partway through trance and realize that the ‘tist is going into something that’s a huge turn-off.

*obedience is particularly important to specify if you’re including it. Plenty of people have doms / tists who they play with regularly, and it may be uncomfortable for them to hear you call them “mine” - specify whether that obedience is only for the length of the trance or more generalised, as well as how intense it is. A few “mine”s thrown in will get a far different reaction than “You are my slave you will serve me forever” or whatever.

1B. Epithets - anything you call the reader / listener. Gendered terms like “good girl/boy” make for some weird cognitive dissonance if you’re not that gender, and words like “toy” or “slut” are great for some people but have really difficult connotations for others (maybe that word was used by someone abusive in their past, or had a really bad meaning growing up). If you’re calling the sub something, mention it.

1C. Imagery - this induction is one of the rare ones in which I haven’t used much imagery, but tell people your imagery! This is especially important if you’re using something that’s a common phobia, like taking the sub flying (won’t go well if they fear heights) or deep in water or putting them in metaphorical contact with spiders or snakes. I’d also say my content warning in this piece about “breathing” could go in here - it wasn’t breath play, but it did involve a lot of focus on breath, which is something I know is hard or doesn’t work for lots of people when trying to trance. Plus, it’s a nice little teaser for the sort of trance it’ll be! (Speaking of which, it’s also nice to include a general level of intensity warning. This one doesn’t have one because it’s sort of medium intensity / I didn’t know where to put it, but most of mine fall into either “gentle” or “intense” and there is a significant difference in tone there.)

2. Instructions / suggestions within trance. If your subject needs to masturbate, tell them that so they know to read/listen in relative privacy - and if they’re supposed to cum, tell them that too so they don’t accidentally finish halfway through and don’t realize they should’ve waited till the end. If they need to be able to move more than eg blinking or scrolling or other small movements, tell them that too. If they’re going to be repeating stuff aloud, they need to know. K? Both because a subject being told to do something they don’t want to do mid-trance is not going to enjoy that experience at all, and simply because you don’t know the logistics of the person on the other end. What if they’re on a busy bus? What if they’re physically handicapped in a way that makes your doll play impossible for them? Things go far smoother if they just know in advance.

3. Post-hypnotic suggestions and triggers. The trance above leaves people on the edge of orgasm! They need to know that. If the person will be doing or believing anything after the induction ends, tell them exactly what and how long that will last. Similarly, if you’re adding a trigger, you next be very explicit about what that trigger does, who has access to it and when, and generally I’d recommend including the actual phrase as well. This is similar to #2, in that the subject may just have logistics youre unaware of, or a dom who doesn’t let other triggers implant in their sub’s head, or they may even be uncomfortable with the idea of that trigger. (Tip: You can also make triggers optional! That’s an excellent safety that makes it much easier for subjects.)

4. Safeties! Safeties are so important. Tell the subject whether there’s a wakener at the end or not. Tell the subject if the triggers are only set if they’re comfortable with it, and if the phrase is restricted to safe occasions. (In general, this is also a good reminder to include safeties! Adding “if you’re safe and comfortable doing so” and “remember you can wake up if necessary” and the like are not that difficult and are hugely appreciated!)

I was going to ramble on about why you as a content creator SHOULD do this, for your own sake just as much as your audience’s, but this is long and I need to sleep so I’ll just leave it there and maybe come back later to add that stuff on. I hope this helps someone!

Induction: Attention

Hey! Here’s a trance centered around attention (and lack thereof), with themes of breathing and arousal. You’ll need to be somewhere where you can touch yourself. Has a wakener, which wakes you on the edge of orgasm - you can choose based on personal preference whether to cum/ruin/edge further after that. Also contains a suggestion that the phrase ‘focus on pleasure, forget the words’ will result in the same mind state as this induction (ie not consciously paying attention to the hypnotist’s words) if you’re comfortable with it and that you can choose to be in that state yourself anytime you want. Enjoy! 

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[domme-by-starlight]

Induction: Attention

Hey! Here’s a trance centered around attention (and lack thereof), with themes of breathing and arousal. You’ll need to be somewhere where you can touch yourself. Has a wakener, which wakes you on the edge of orgasm - you can choose based on personal preference whether to cum/ruin/edge further after that. Also contains a suggestion that the phrase ‘focus on pleasure, forget the words’ will result in the same mind state as this induction (ie not consciously paying attention to the hypnotist’s words) if you’re comfortable with it and that you can choose to be in that state yourself anytime you want. Enjoy! 

I’ve been thinking a lot about attention lately. I struggle with attention sometimes - most of us do, really, especially here on the internet. There are constant distractions, ads popping up left and right or new notifications you need to deal with in addition to the ones all around you from real life. You have to learn to focus despite all that, or it’s hard to get anything done. 

The interesting part to me, though, is that those distractions are still there. You might ignore them, focus hard enough on what you’re doing that they don’t disturb you, but your brain is still processing them. Not consciously, but that’s true of most things - before any information actually reaches your conscious mind, your brain has to process it, to take out the noise and the thousand tiny stimuli that aren’t important. Otherwise you’d just be overwhelmed constantly by things as little as the feeling of air against your skin or the ever-present white noise that comes of being surrounded by electricity. So your brain marks it as unimportant and filters it out. 

So, you absorb information all the time that you don’t even notice because it’s not important enough to bring to your conscious mind’s attention. But that doesn’t mean that that information isn’t there. Let’s play with that, shall we? 

Focus on your breathing for me. Slow it down a tad, consciously breathing in and out, again and again. You breathe constantly, after all, but how often do you stop and really notice what it feels like? Notice the sensation of the air brushing lightly past your nerves on its way to your lungs, and how it feels different on its way out. Feel the movement of your chest as your lungs expand and contract, over and over. Notice that little pause at the end of an inhale, and the slightly longer one at the end of an exhale. Focus on your breathing. 

Good, just like that. And as you keep breathing, let me tell you a little more about attention. You may have heard that multitasking is a myth, and that’s true. You’re incapable of actually focusing on more than one thing at once: the best your brain can do is switch back and forth very quickly so it feels like you’re focusing on two things, but in reality all that does is make you worse at focusing on either of them. And you’re focusing on your breathing right now, aren’t you? Just on your breathing, nothing else. So of course you can’t pay attention to my words at the same time. Your brain absorbs them like any other piece of information you’re not focusing on, taking in the meaning and storing it but not bringing it to your conscious mind. 

Breathe for me. Feel how each inhale centers your attention more strongly on your breath, how shifting your focus anywhere else seems more and more difficult. And every exhale sends you deeper into trance, drifting down and down every time you breathe out. Focus on breathing, and fall into trance. 

Focus on breathing, and fall into trance. 

And as you breathe, my words slip easily into your mind, seen but unnoticed. Because the lovely thing about the unconscious mind is that it understands meaning, but doesn’t question it. The conscious mind is where critical thinking is, and your conscious mind is all wrapped up in breathing in focus and breathing out trance. So what you’re reading just slides into your mind without pause and becomes true for you, doesn’t it? You focus on your breathing and the rest just happens, without you even really being aware of what’s happening. You can’t be aware, after all - your attention is on your breathing, and you can’t focus on anything else. And that’s okay. Just breathe and relax and fall deeper into sleep. 

Good. Nice and deep for me, now. Every exhale taking you deeper, drifting down and down and down into blankness. Because thinking takes attention, and you can’t pull your attention away from your breath anymore, can you? Your focus is just stuck there, and there’s nothing you can do but breathe and focus and fall. 

Now, I think a demonstration is in order of what unfettered access to your subconscious mind really means. See, you’re reading this without really noticing what I’m saying because you’re too focused on breathing, that’s simple enough. But what else can you do without noticing, I wonder? 

Let’s start with something simple - blinking. After all, blinking doesn’t really take any focus in the first place, you do it all the time without even noticing. Just breathe, and blink. See how easy that was? It just happened automatically: I told you to blink, and you did. Because you’re reading without noticing, reading without thinking, breathing and reading but you can only think about one of those and you can’t stop thinking about breathing so of course you can’t think about what you’re reading. Again, blink. 

It’s so, so easy for you to just breathe and read, focus and fall. How about doing a little more without noticing for me, hmm? Nothing complicated, I’m just going to ask you to move one hand - just as easily as you might scratch an itch, perhaps. You don’t need to notice what your hand is doing, you don’t need to notice what you’re reading. All you need to do is focus on your breathing, and I’ll take care of the rest. Now, touch your nose. Just for a moment, just like an instinctive reaction you don’t pay any attention to. Nothing worth noticing. And stop touching it, if you haven’t already. 

Good, you’re doing so well. Smile a little bit, still focusing on your breathing, and feel (but don’t notice) how you get just a little bit happier because of that smile, even though you don’t notice you’re smiling, even though you don’t know that it’s happening. And that’s good, it feels so good not to notice what you’re reading, to just take in the words easily and thoughtlessly as the entirety of your focus centers on your breath.

And just as easily, I want you to move your hand downward to between your legs and slowly start touching yourself, so long as you feel safe and comfortable doing so. It’s just natural, isn’t it - to breathe, to read my words without noticing them, to do what they say without thinking about it. Just breathe and gently touch yourself, not even realizing you’re doing it, feeling a slow surge of pleasure just outside your attention. You do this all the time, after all. You don’t need to think about it: your hand knows what to do to make you feel good. 

And it feels so good to read my words like this, doesn’t it? Not having to focus on them, to think about them, to think at all. It’s so freeing to just focus entirely on your breathing and let my words sink straight into your mind. Focus, and gradually build that feeling of pleasure, just a slow upward slope too shallow to notice. Let your mind build that unconscious association of pleasure and mindlessness and reading without noticing. My words just flow easily into your mind as you touch, and it feels so, so good. 

And the thing is, breathing is a great focus, a great distraction for your conscious mind so that it forgets my words are there. Your conscious mind doesn’t even know what’s happening, hasn’t even registered the swelling pleasure inside. 

But it will soon. Because breathing is a good focus, but arousal is even better. Feel your attention snap downwards, focusing on the sudden pleasure pulled into your awareness. And it’s captivating, isn’t it, even more than your breath - you’re completely occupied with this unexpected wave of arousal, the fact that you’re touching yourself, the feeling of need. And it happened so fast that you didn’t even have a chance to notice anything else, and now you’re sinking deeper and deeper into pleasure. You can’t focus on anything else, can’t think about anything else, can’t really think at all. That’s the lovely thing about arousal, after all, the reason it’s even more attention-grabbing than your breathing - every moment of feeling that pleasure turns your brain a little more to mush, and it’s so easy for me to just tell you whatever I please without you even realising it’s happening. 

And, well. I’m sure I’ll tell you all sorts of things when you’re like this. I could make you touch right to the edge without having any idea you’re touching, or make you forget I’d tranced you at all, or play with your mind in a dozen different ways. And I will, if you choose to come back for more - but, for now, we’ll start with one little thought. 

Focus on pleasure, forget the words.

That’s simple enough, isn’t it? You’re already focusing on your arousal, and it’s so much easier to do that than to think about what I’m saying. All your focus is wrapped up in feeling your need melt your mind, and that’s exactly where it belongs. 

Focus on pleasure, forget the words. You don’t need to worry about what you’re reading. You don’t even need to notice that you’re reading anything at all, if you like. Your unconscious just absorbs my words long before they reach your conscious mind, and it’s fine to let that happen. Focus on pleasure. And it feels so good to focus on your pleasure, to forget my words, because your pleasure is reinforcing everything I say without you even realizing. You just keep touching yourself and noticing how good that feels and how aroused you are and reading without thinking. 

And, if you like, you can keep this technique in the future. Anytime you’re hypnotised, you can decide to focus on your breathing, or on pleasure, and the words will slip just as easily into your subconscious then as mine are now. It’s up to you, each time - you don’t have to, but you always can if you like. Just focus on pleasure, forget the words, and you’ll slip right back into this state of seeing without processing, absorbing without noticing. Focusing on pleasure, forgetting the words. And, if I or a hypnotist you trust wants to bring you back here, that phrase will serve as a trigger as long as you’re comfortable with that. 

Good. You’re feeling such pleasure, aren’t you? Aroused and thoughtless and pretty, pretty, pretty. Focusing entirely on your pleasure and forgetting my words as soon as you read them, because the arousal is just too distracting to even think about thinking about anything else. Your subconscious will always record your memories when you’re like this, but it also gets to choose how much you’re able to access them. Maybe you’ll remember it in full detail, because it’s hot to remember exactly how deep you were (how deep you are). Maybe you’ll know the broad strokes, but the details fade into a haze because you were just so aroused that it’s hard to remember exactly what I said. Maybe you’ll wake up from this trance forgetting everything except that you must’ve gotten aroused at some point during it. That’s up to your subconscious. 

But regardless of what happens, you’ll wake feeling really, really horny. Because you’re focusing on your pleasure, forgetting my words, and it’s so easy to feel that pleasure building and building and getting more and more intense. You’ll wake soon, but there’s one last thing you’re going to do for me.

Focus on pleasure, forget the words. As soon as you finish this paragraph, you’ll close your eyes and start to repeat that phrase, aloud or in your head as you prefer. And you’ll keep repeating it over and over and over until you’re on the very edge of an orgasm, holding yourself as close as you can without going over. When you’re there, and only then, will you open your eyes and continue reading. Now: edge for me. 

1 . Focus on pleasure, forget the words. 

2. Hold that edge as high as you can, feel how it burns. 

3. Starting to be able to pay attention to my words again, your focus not quite so rigid. 

4. Becoming aware of your surroundings, aware of your pleasure.

5. Wake.

~ 

I hope you enjoyed! Remember, any amount you end up remembering about this induction is okay. It’s not strictly intended for amnesia, but that’s certainly a possible side effect. As usual, feedback is my lifeblood and I will love you if you give me some. See you next time, and happy trancing!

[domme-by-starlight]

This. Depending on exactly what I’m writing, though - I find that stories are completely not arousing. Writing inductions is a little hotter, I think just because hypnotic language is associated with arousal in my brain a lot? (But writing an induction for a particular person, as I’ve been doing this morning, is apparently hot as hell. Who knew.)

I think it’s not just because you’re seeing mistakes, though (not that that doesn’t happen, because it absolutely does) - it’s because of the lack of surprise? A story or an induction is especially powerful when it’s a new idea, a new framing, a way of wording things that you haven’t heard before. And even on rereading, that newness is still there, because there’s nuances and whatnot. But for the writer? We know those words down to our bones. We wrote them. So it’s not surprising, it’s not new, and it’s not hot.

how are you able to write such detailed stories so frequently without the distraction of getting too turned on? anything i’ve ever tried to write has turned me on too much, my writing gets sloppy and i end up touching myself

Honestly, I don’t get turned on by the stuff I write very often, because I’m too caught up in the process of writing it. It’s the same with a lot of creative people--they actually avoid their own stuff, because while you see a magnificent performance from one of the great actors of their generation, Nicholson is watching the same scene thinking, “God, I was so much better in take ten, but it was fucking ruined because I didn’t hit my mark like a goddamned idiot” or something. The part of my brain that makes smut and the part that enjoys smut are rarely on speaking terms.

[domme-by-starlight]

aaah. you write things so beautifully - a flustered butch

!!!! I haven’t checked my inbox in forever but this made my day. Thank you so much for telling me, and I hope you still enjoy my stuff!

[domme-by-starlight]

University of Mind Control

Part 1.2

a continuation of x

Jenna stared. She’d been prepared for a lot of things, but she had to admit a roommate who looked like a literal succubus hadn’t been on the list. 

Also, she was hot. 

The possibly-a-succubus girl purred, “Hello, roommate.”

“Um,” Jenna responded eloquently, staring at the girl. Her irises were completely black, more like two voids than just dark eyes. Fuck. Fuck this is bad. 

After a moment, the succubus stepped forward. “My name is Morgana Heartbinder. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m - I’m Jenna.” She couldn’t stop staring. I need to break out of this, fast. Must be some kind of magic - it’s way too fast to be natural. 

“Lovely to meet you, Jenna,” Morgana murmured, coming closer and reaching out a hand. Jenna watched, frozen, as it came closer, trying and failing to move away. Her breath was coming faster now, despite her best efforts not to panic. 

Then Morgana’s hand touched her cheek, and burned. Jenna instinctively jerked away, startled, and tried to use the moment to gather some resistance. 

“Shit,” Morgana said. “Are you okay?”

Jenna blinked. In an instant, the girl had transformed from an enthralling demon to a normal-looking, anxious girl. “Um, I’m okay, I was just startled.”

“Are you sure? I forgot how cold most mortals are, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry. Did I burn you at all? I’m sure there’s a healer on staff, we could go find them-”

“No, I’m okay,” Jenna replied hastily. Morgana looked on the verge of panic. “It was just hot, not hurting - at least not for the fraction of a second that you touched me, at least.” She tried to smile reassuringly. “I’m alright, I promise.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Morgana said with obvious relief, but then her face crumpled again. “But- but I’ve fucked it all up now! Father will be so angry, he trained me so long, if I can’t even take my roommate what hope do I have for anyone else? And I was so close, too! No offense,” she added quickly. 

“Uh, none taken. I’m… sure it’ll be okay? Are we expected to take control of other students here?” 

“Well, yeah,” the other girl said as if it were obvious. “It’s mostly temporary, but it gives you important practise. If you’re lucky, you might even get to keep them.”

“Mostly temporary? What does that mean? Uh, also, if it’s okay to ask, what… are you?”

Morgana was still wringing her hands, but she looked calmer, at least. “I’m, I think humans would call me a succubus? And every week one person gets to keep a thrall, based on good classwork and such. Didn’t you learn anything about UMC before you got here?”

“I tried, but it’s not the kind of thing you can just Google. Wait, do you have Google? Are - you’re not from Earth, right? I didn’t miss literal demons hanging around?”

Morgana laughed. “No, all the students are from different universes, I think. If you didn’t know anything about this place, why’d you come?”

“Well, my world doesn’t have any magic, as far as I know. And I just couldn’t turn down that kind of opportunity, honestly.” Jenna didn’t want to mention hypnosis, not yet. Morgana seemed genuine, but there was no harm in being careful. “What about you?”

She grimaced. “My father, mostly. He’s… well, he’s really powerful, and I’m not very good at being a succubus. I think he’s hoping that I’ll somehow become seductive and confident and a proper Heartbinder heir. Who knows, maybe he’s even right.”

“That’s awful,” Jenna said sincerely. “You seem like a lovely person, and I’m sure if you tried you could do really well! But I know what parental pressure can be like.” Jenna didn’t want to dwell on that topic, though. “I should unpack,” she said instead. “We don’t have long till classes start, right? Day after tomorrow?”

“Yeah. First assembly tonight, and tomorrow to explore and make friends. Or slaves. That’s probably why the assembly isn’t for several hours, too - it gives roommates time to figure out their, uh, arrangements.”

Jenna started unlocking her suitcases as they talked. “Will there really already be students under control by the end of the first day? I knew this institution might not exactly be ethical, but still.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sure many of the students are already accomplished mind controllers in their chosen field. It doesn’t last forever, but it’s still a pretty significant advantage to have a thrall this early on.”

“Mm.” Jenna looked up. “Are you planning on trying to control me again?”

Morgana looked torn. “If I don’t enslave my roommate my father will kill me. Sorry, I don’t want to, you seem really nice, I just…”

Welp. “Hm. Could I just pretend to be your slave? Or, like, you technically take control of me but you don’t do anything with it? I just think we could really be friends, and if you control me we’ll never get to find out the proper way.”

“That… might work? And honestly, I’m not very good. I caught you off guard and even then it didn’t work. I just get so nervous that I forget what to say and start shaking and it just never works.” Morgana signed heavily and turned away to start dealing with her own belongings. 

Not good enough. Maybe she’s right, but she nearly had me. Jenna shivered. She really didn’t want to be enslaved, even if Morgana seemed nice. 

She narrowed her eyes in thought. “What if we made some sort of agreement? You can practise on me as much as you like and I’ll help you try to improve, but you only control me during those practise sessions. And maybe vice versa, too? I’d far rather have an ally than spend all year fighting with my own roommate for control.”

She hesitated for a moment, then threw in, “There are plenty of other students, after all, and I’d be happy to help you capture other people if you want.” I can deal with her trying to hold me to that when we get there. Free will first, consequences later. 

“I… you would do that? Honestly?”

“Promise.”

Morgana’s smile was so hopeful that it hurt Jenna’s heart a little. She wanted words with that girl’s father. 

“That sounds wonderful,” Morgana said. “I would love to have someone here I can trust not to be constantly trying to enslave me. To have a… a friend.”

“Then we’re agreed,” Jenna declared, trying not to show her relief. “Friends it is.”

[domme-by-starlight]

University of Mind Control

Part 1.1

Jenna Kaplan checked her phone for what seemed like the millionth time. 11:58. She fidgeted with the opal pendant around her neck, the one she usually only brought out for special occasions because of how valuable it was. If she played with it properly, it was perfect for drawing and keeping attention, but right now she was too keyed up to make the movements slow and hypnotic. 

Two minutes had never felt so long. She checked the pile of suitcases around her again - the letter had said the stuff would go straight to her room, but she’d packed it all in suitcases anyway, just in case. With the best locks she could afford, too, though that probably didn’t stop magic. Or a set of bolt cutters. It was the best she could do, though. 

11:59. Jenna really, really hoped this would work. It wasn’t like she hadn’t demanded proof after the acceptance letter, and she’d gotten plenty, but… it was just such a wild idea that she still couldn’t quite believe it properly. Shouldn’t there be some, some interuniversal ethics review board that would shut down a “University for Mind Control”? 

She snorted. Yeah, maybe that shouldn’t be her first critique of the situation, but still. 

She felt so unprepared, too - she wished there were some sort of Diagon Alley for this, so she could’ve studied her textbooks in advance. She had no idea about magic or telepathy, and the technology of Earth might well be primitive compared to some of the other students. Or it might be the most advanced, for all she knew, but she didn’t think she’d be that lucky. So really all she had to work with was hypnosis and “raw telepathic ability” that she had no idea how to use. 

12:00. Jenna’s fidgeting stopped completely when she saw the numbers turn, and her stomach dropped. Nothing was happening. Nothing was happening, and she’d been scammed or something and she’d have to figure out how to fix this mess and she’d been so sure and-

And she was somewhere different. She was still standing above her luggage, but now it was lying on a plush green carpet. There was a bed in front of her carved out of something like ebony in a strange swirling style that Jenna instantly loved. It was also a bed that could easily fit two people, which was somewhat unexpected. But it was also already made, so at least she didn’t need to worry about having brought the wrong sheet set. 

She turned around to look at the rest of the room. It was beautiful, and far larger than expected, and… and there was a bed on the opposite wall from hers, in front of which stood a girl surrounded by a few boxes, presumably her own belongings. 

Crap. Jenna hadn’t known they were going to have roommates. She hadn’t shared a room with anyone in years, and she’d been hoping to set up a home base in her own private space, which apparently wouldn’t be happening. 

Double crap. She’s hot. The girl was stunning, with black hair sweeping down to her waist and a face that was so perfect that she wasn’t sure if it had makeup beyond the ruby-red lips. There was no way anyone could naturally be that pretty. Right? 

Then Jenna noticed that the girl had horns. Literal, honest-to-god curved red horns poking out slightly from her hair. And now that she looked more closely, that black dress wasn’t just especially flowy in the back, as she’d originally thought. They were tucked away, but the girl definitely had wings which were definitely not of the feathery angel type. 

The girl - Jenna refused to call her a demon, no matter how much she looked like one - smiled slowly, revealing pointed incisors. 

Triple crap.

[domme-by-starlight]

Fascinating. That is something deliberate I do, I just hadn’t thought of it in those terms. I do it in order to establish rapport, essentially - if I go straight into “You are feeling X” or just order them directly into trance, I just don’t think it works a lot of the time. 

I’m a random stranger on the internet: I don’t have the authority to just drop you like that. I have to show my credentials, so to speak, by persuading someone gradually into trance and showing them I know what I’m doing. (Or more accurately I look like I know what I’m doing. :p)

I think the difference between what I did and what I thought of as ‘permissive language’ is directness. ‘I feel like this is this way’ or ‘wouldn’t it be neat if?’ and similar invite the reader to explore the thought, but they aren’t directly addressed to the reader like ‘you might feel X’ is. And as importantly, they’re not authoritative - I’m asking the reader to explore the topic with me, rather than setting myself above them right away. 

I also suspect that this is all heavily explored and written about already, so maybe I should do some research rather than trying to build everything from first principles. :p

Induction: Rain

Hey folks! I was unsatisfied with this one until now, so sorry for promising it a week ago before it was fully revised. It’s a very gentle induction themed around water/rain imagery. No themes of obedience or ties to me, just a nice trance.  Strengthens ‘sleep’, includes but doesn’t require ‘darkness’ suggestion from my Twilight induction, contains an awakener but no safeties - remember that you can always wake easily from trance at any time if you need to. Enjoy!

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[domme-by-starlight]

Hm, that’s interesting of you to say. When I think of permissive hypnotic language I usually think of expressions like “You might feel x, or maybe you’re feeling y” and the like, which is actually something I don’t enjoy outside of a few specific circumstances - I want to be told what I’m feeling! “You might be feeling z, and that’s okay” is useful for people just starting to explore what trance feels like to them, but in general it’s something I actually try to avoid. 

Could you give an example or two of where I used permissive hypnotic language in here, and maybe define what you mean a little? 

Induction: Rain

Hey folks! I was unsatisfied with this one until now, so sorry for promising it a week ago before it was fully revised. It’s a very gentle induction themed around water/rain imagery. No themes of obedience or ties to me, just a nice trance.  Strengthens ‘sleep’, includes but doesn’t require ‘darkness’ suggestion from my Twilight induction, contains an awakener but no safeties - remember that you can always wake easily from trance at any time if you need to. Enjoy!

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