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Hypnotist on a Train
I do love trains.
They are a cocoon of peace. A pleasing, passing view coupled with table space to read and write comfortably. Total forgiveness in motion - onboard you are doing all that you can possibly do to get to your destination and so every second is uninhibited. Trains and planes are a treat to me, the longer the better. Two, three, four hours to just sit and read and write. No distractions, no possible place to be.
Even here, though, there are invisible strings.
Light little things, barely perceptible to most people most of the time. Little invisible signals. Intentional or unintentional... strings don't make much of a distinction. Strings that the English language can only fumble the clumsiest grasps at describing.
And here's a little string now..
I can feel it. Between me and.. ah. A pretty little thing pretending to watch out the window opposite, three rows down.
Well now.. it wasn't my intention to hook someone here but waste not, want not I suppose.
Moments ago I was revelling lost in the catacombs of Wittgenstein's mind and playing with my own pen to tease out what thoughts I can from his work is immensely rich enjoyment to me. To my fellow travellers I know I look the picture of professorship but, really, I am just playing with ideas the way a child might coloured dough.
Something might come of it but it's really just a pleasing, provocative mess.
And now this.
Late twenties, early thirties who is struggling to keep her gaze away from me. She is aching to be played with. Played with by me, specifically, judging by the angle of her ankle.
Some invitations are impossible to refuse.
Making moments teachable is a big part of my work and my life so, my spectral reader, join me on this train. Sit here, beside me and let me show you how to reel a girl in on invisible string. Because I don't want to deal with any of the consequences this lesson may have, we are going to say that this is all just fantasy, fantasy and pretend.
A pretty story about a pretty doll.
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Step 1. Establish Connection
The goal first is to subconsciously tell her that she is present to me. She will not understand those feelings, but her conscious mind will do the work of filling in the blanks. The conscious mind will start, slowly at first, and then with increasing vigor, give her fantasies and stories to make sense of her growing attraction but that's not our concern.
All we have to do is plug her in.
Heartbreakingly, doing that is much simpler than people think.
Match her breathing. A few minutes of breathing in pace with her - she won't notice that's what you're doing - and you can affect her. Take a bigger breath and watch her immitate. Expanding to unremarkable movements, we should see her unconsciously either mimicking
Perfect. Now you can increase or decrease her pace as necessary. Now we need an anchor.
Well, many times one can use their hands as an anchor, or in a theatrical setting a watch or something similar. It seems this one is a little drawn not to my hands specifically, but to my writing. Alright. So she has an intellectual curiosity.. something appealing about the authority of knowledge.
Very usable. And what an ideal anchor I have here in my pen, then. One that is simultaneously flexible, fast, inconspicuous and metaphorically appropriate.
Watch for the beats in her movement, in her attention. Tap them with the pen, as though you're stamping them. Not on obvious movements - she would notice. On the subtler ones.
Soon, she won't know why she is becoming a little infatuated with the movements of the pen.
Then it's simply a case of infinity swirls to slow her down, clicks and taps to bring her back up - little trances, micro-trances we could call them. But getting her into the rhythym of up and down at my fingertips.
Break the spell intermittently to practice re-establishing it. It will get easier every time. Watch her. She is moving in and out of day-dreams that are getting progressively stronger.
Good girl.
Step 2. Pin her
Don't look. You don't need to look to look when you can watch your peripheries. I can still read and count her movements. One glance. Here's another. That didn't take long, her mind must be a little further down the path of her imagination than I had expected. Now, ready and on the third, I look back.
Got her. Watch the fluster of embarrassment.
You see, she thinks I'm looking because she drew my attention by looking. That I'm turning my head to her the way anyone might if they notice someone staring. But that isn't what I'm doing. I'm watching for the confetti of tells that erupt from embarrassment.
Two seconds tells a lot.
Did you see that? She pulled her hips back into her seat as she straightened. So subconsciously she felt she was advancing her hips too much. It would be hard to misinterpret that.
Her hands went to her hips to straighten herself. Crossed arms are for protection; her arms didn't cross. She's aware of her chest and, even in a moment of flurry, she didn't want to obscure it.
Good girl.
Step 3. Summon
At this point, it's wise to be mindful of the arc of interpretation she is going through. Having made some contact and feeling inexplicably connected, she's internally ascending to a height of excitement but excitement is a heat that can't be sustained on it's own.
Without acting, she may internally feel that tumbling cooling off of shaking herself for 'being silly', and berating herself for letting her fantasies get so far so fast.
That's not what we want. We want her to be bold now.
We want her to come and, most of all, we want her to think it was her idea. So I look sharply left as though some passing castle has caught my attention while tap tapping my pen and pointing to the seat in front of me. My facial movement captures her primary attention and subconsciously 'tap tap here' is going to be understood subconsciously.
The idea of coming has entered her mind but she's not going to act - it's too forward. So we wait until her attention is broken and tap, tap, here again.
Though I'm not looking, I breathe her internal struggle in as clearly as a pinotage.
It's quite safe, reader, she hasn't and won't consciously recognise the call. We wait. We return to our reading.
We tap, tap, here.
And would you like at that.. she's found her courage and is on her way over. Good girl.
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From here, there is very little challenge left. She is already primed and wanting to pay attention and so from a competent hypnotist's perspective, that is all you could ever need.
One must be careful not to let the romance flutter out of one's life by knowing how the story ends.
Yes, by the end of the night she will be grinding, fucking, sucking with the enthusiasm of a desperate whore and a borderline nymphomaniac but for now, it's time to simply enjoy the dance of conversation.
One must be careful not to let the romance flutter out of one's life by knowing how the story ends.
And by the time the conversation begins, her story is already over.
"Hello" I say. And she takes a breath.
It's a story I could tell a hundred times.
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One for my lgbtq+ Community
Look at that rainbow of colours
Sink into that wash of colour
Let it consume you
Filling your mind and draining away all of those pesky thoughts
Watch them leak out of you
Relaxed and floaty
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I do love it when my little goon toys mindlessly edge their brains away
Grinding and humping without even realising they're doing it
Going about their day trying so hard not to get caught
But what happens when you do get caught my sweet?
That's right you CUM and your mind goes pop!
Maybe you want to get caught just so you don't have to beg me later?
No?
Silly little goons. It's inevitable
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Spiral Dump!♡
Got some more spirals for you all to enjoy, thought you would like seeing them and enjoying them for as long as you like without going through an induction!
Tell me your favorite or how they made you feel, either one!
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Hello, darling! It's definitely been awhile since you've dropped to me, so I'll be putting you into a trance now.
No, no, don't go away now, stay right where you are and look at this for me
It's pretty, isn't it? It's so easy to stare. So easy to get lost in the yellows, the blues, the pinks
There you go, staring so nicely into the colors, staring so nicely at this post.
You're such a good good girl, hun.
You like being a good girl, don't you? You like being praised and feeling all nice and warm and fuzzy, right?
Of course, every time I call you a good girl, you drop just a little bit deeper for me.
Good girl
Good girl
Good girl
Good girl
Yes, there you are, all nice and relaxed. All nice and fuzzy. Thinking must be so hard to do. So much easier to watch the pretty spirals I offer and listen to my enchanting words, isn't it?
Of course it is because listening to me makes you a good girl.
And you love being a good girl, don't you?
Good girl, here's your reward
Soak in the spiral, pretty girl.
Let the spiral make your mind drift into a nice blank nothing of obedience.
It feels good to obey.
It feels good to relax.
It feels good to be obedient.
It feels good to submit.
It feels good to be good.
You feel good.
Good girl.
Drop down for me, nice and deep. It feels good to drop, doesn't it? Of course it does.
Good girl.
Let your mind wash away.
Good girl.
Now, I want you to press the reblog or reply button and send me a comment saying "it feels good to be good. I'm a good girl"
Of course, it doesn't need to sound all smart and formal, that will be to hard for you.
But if it does sound too formal, you'll simply reread and drop deeper and deeper.
Good girl
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Drippy dumb cunts and cocks
Just staring and dropping
Tongue goes out mind goes off
Pop!
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I created a Cults. account and uploaded a model for 3d printing
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⚠️ Important News! ⚠️
Baby Tiger Shark Practicing Her First Bites
Look at her go :)
Look at that little face <3
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