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That's Right vs Yes, And

We talk about how hypnotists do best when they take from improv, but I want to talk a little bit about the hypnosis equivalent of "yes, and."

"That's right" and other affirmative phrases are our catch-all tool for this. Utilization -- when we take what is offered from our subjects -- is critical to hypnosis, and "that's right" doesn't just tell them that they're doing a good job. It says "I see your response, I'm paying attention, and you're responding perfectly."

That's the "yes" part. The "and" part is the other half of utilization: all responses the subject gives us are useful to hypnosis.

When your partner sighs in trance, you can tell them about how sighing is a kind of unconscious release, that their body is priming them to sink deeper.

When your partner smiles at something you say, you can tell them that smiling instinctively floods their body with positive feelings, and maybe they'll smile bigger, and that will even develop into a laugh, or helpless giggling that will empty out their brain.

The main formula for attentive and creative hypnosis like this is "affirm, then suggest." Pace, and lead. Tell you that you see and accept their responses, and build on it.

"Yes, and." And it's built in for us!

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This is the closest I could get to being productive today✨

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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.

You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??

All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.

The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.

You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.

“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.

Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.

It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡

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A quick (silent) demo for the heart-shaped friction from my last tie

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A little kinky advice

Beware of people who push on hard limits. These are not an invitation to apply pressure. It’s a boundary that should be respected until you hear otherwise. If that doesn’t work for you, find someone more compatible with your needs.

Beware of people who try to convince you that you’d do something kink related for them if you just loved them enough/were devoted enough. Kink is not in itself an act of self-sacrifice or self-harm. It should not rob you. It should fill your cup.

Beware of people who say your safeword has conditions or think someone doesn’t deserve one, top or bottom.

Kink should be enjoyable for all parties. Limits matter for all parties. No matter how “fun” and “exciting” someone seems on this site, they have limits. And they should. Saying you don’t have limits is either foolish or unhinged.

There is no inherent role you should have to play based on your gender, size, sexuality, etc. There is endless variation and you can pursue what makes sense to you.

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gangbangs are usually depicted as this very rough thing, a handful of people just selfishly using whoever is at the center, passing them around, taking their pleasure without much care. and that’s fucking hot.

but, consider: romantic gangbang. being deeply in love with the four people fucking you. we’re all here for your pleasure, for your emotional satisfaction as well as physical. showering you with love and adoration and affection and praise as we worship every inch of you. us working together to maximize your pleasure, cooperating with the goal of getting you so utterly lost in it you feel like you are just floating on a cloud.

you just lie back and close your eyes, having no idea whose fingers or tongue or cock is in you at any given time. you don’t know who is currently sucking and biting your nipples, or who is kissing your neck and pushing their fingers into your mouth, or who is taking a fistful of your hair and turning you toward them to plant a kiss on your head. you don’t bother to figure out whose cock is thrusting into you with vigor, or whose tongue presses against your clit shortly after they pull out. you just know you are in a room with 4 people who would do anything for you.

you don’t have to worry about whether we are enjoying it. it’s impossible for us not to, with you at the center. it’s impossible to not be pleasured by your body, so very beautiful and delightful and delicious as it is. we do use you for our pleasure, but only in the way we know you like, and we do it so sweetly and caringly, because we all love you so very much.

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I’m turning into a cartoon wolf and making train whistle noises

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Hypnotizing you, not with any fancy inductions or spirals, but by overloading your brain with praise.

It all starts out quite normally. A nice, regular chat, with friendly banter, and a few comments about how good you are being by answering my questions and talking to me. That praise feels very reassuring, making it so much easier for you to relax, letting yourself feel more and more calm with each moment that we spend talking.

As we continue chatting, though, my compliments become more and more frequent. Calling you a good toy each time you answer a question, conditioning you to feel so incredibly accomplished by simply following my words. And with each passing remark, your mind becomes more and more fuzzy, every thought slowly replaced by the overwhelming need to be praised.

Eventually, it becomes all that you can think about. A chorus of "great job!" and "good sub", desperately bouncing around in your head, shattering your mind to pieces. It feels so good to be praised, to be reminded of how amazing you are when you obey, dropping deep into trance as my warm words echo in your pretty little head.

After all, it's true. Every word I said was correct. You are such a good toy, and you love being reminded of how adorable you are when you follow my commands~

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The next time your sub decides to browse Tumblr, tell them to save every photo and gif that they find sexy, then consensually hypnotize them to recreate each one for you, to the best of their abilities.

Why spend your time looking for those images yourself when you can have a desperate little toy ready to act them out? After all, it's far hotter seeing them go from one pose to another, moaning their minds away as they show themselves off for your pleasure~

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Sir would not let me at him last night!

I came to bed very naked hehe and knelt on the bed next to him, teasing him and playing with my tits and bouncing like a n idiot for some reason, and I had my hair up in a super high ponytail so I could suck him for a long time with it out of my face and instead.. he started scratching up my thighs real lights and then fingered my pussy while I bounced my tits for him and then he pulled me down for kisses and he locked me to him while he fingered my cunt until I came and when I squirmed away to try amd suck his cock, he flipped me over and pinned my back to his chest and he grabbed my tits in one hand while he rubbed my clit again till I came.. I tried to get away again to get his cock and then I was on my stomach with my face pressed into the mattress and he bit my ass and fucked me on his hand until I squirted and while I was squirting he shoved his big cock in me and fucked me so hard I was screaming and begging and squirting all over him! It was soooogooood

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Subs who melt at the slightest shift of inflection in your voice. Subs who can't form sentences anymore because their dom made one teasing comment. Subs who talk big, but end up struggling to stay out of subspace the second they start getting direct attention. Beautiful, simply beautiful.

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Wet dreams. She stirs in the middle of the night. The wet, sticky sensation in her underwear is a familiar experience. Groping in the dark, her hands press into his chest. The feeling of him rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy is as familiar as her damp panties. She lets out a soft gasp as her daddy touches against her clit.

“Daddy… what are you doing…?” The girl is mostly asleep, unsure of her own reality. “Shush, darling… You’re just dreaming.” His cock stroking up and down her wet underwear makes her tingle. She can smell his breath. He tastes her lips. “Dreaming…?” Her daze continues. The damp patch grows. Stroking himself against his little girl, the soaked fabric lets her feel every touch.

“Why am I dreaming about… you doing this?” Not wanting to pull the girl out of her confused state, he rubs her head. “You just have naughty thoughts, sweetheart.” Her daddy’s cock presses against her pussy. “It’s your dream. You must want to do icky things with me.” The girl bites her lip. An embarrassed whine.

Barely-open eyes look down between her legs. The wet patch has grown. She knows she’s dreaming, but every touch feels real. Slipping his cock under the fabric, he slides his shaft along her slit. A faint dot of precum appears near the top of her panties. With his hand, the man presses himself against her cunt and stomach. “Daddy’s rubbing his cock against me…”

“Mmhm. You’re so dirty. Fantasizing about this so much.” She’s usually impressionable. Even more so when she’s in her dissociative state. Falling in and out of sleep, her head nods. “Yeah… dirty…” The girl mumbles as the tingling in her pussy grows. “…thinking bout this stuff with dad…” Her wet pussy has painted his cock with her lube. A sweet yawn. “…feels good…”

The man watches her drift back to sleep. His rubbing on her clit soothes her. “You look so pretty, sweetie.” He mutters, sliding himself down to her hole. She can’t hear him. Slowly and carefully, the man eases his cock into her wet pussy. The girl twitches when he’s halfway inside. Her eyes open for a moment when he’s deep in her cunt. “Daddy…?” A moment of clarity.

“Just a wet dream, kiddo.” He speaks softly, letting his cock rest inside her so as not to disturb his little girl. “You’re just dreaming. Close your eyes.” She glances down again. Her wet panties are pushed to the side. Her pussy is stretched out on her daddy’s cock. “…this dream again…?” A sweet kiss on her forehead, and she closes her eyes. “Yes honey, this dream again.”

As her breathing calms down, he starts to thrust. The slippery mess of her cunny lets him use her with just the right amount of resistance. “Daddy… stop… shouldn’t… be…” Her eyelids are still shut. He keeps thrusting. “It’s okay, it’s not real.” The man assures her as he stuffs her pussy. “…really…?” She tightens around his cock. “…okay then… I guess…” He can barely hear her voice. “…trust you, daddy.”

The girl sleeps through most of their encounter. The man is cautious to not disturb her too much. Her soft, wet cunt is easily able to make him cum, even with the gentle pace. Steady, slow, and deep, he finishes inside her. The wet, messy panties are slipped back over to cover her leaking pussy. The wet patch soaks all down to her bum.

She wakes up tired. Checking her underwear, the stains are obvious. “Ugh, again…” The girl nibbles on her thumb as she inspects herself. “I can’t believe I had another wet dream…” Her fingers pull open the top of her panties. Sloppy cum left inside her dribbles down her ass. “Every time…” She’s humiliated by the mess she made. Whenever she dreamed about her dad, the girl always woke up like this. “I’m so dirty…”

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I kinda want to be a "mad scientist" kind of rapist. When my eyes lock-on to my potential next victim, my mind races with so many ideas on how to get my filthy hands on them and keep them all to myself.

Once I have secured my victim, I'll do all sorts of experiments on them to see what makes them tick. How their pussy curls around my fingers, which kinds of stimulus elicits which kind of emotions/reactions, what's their pain tolerance, what triggers an instant squirt, how deep can my cock fit into their cervix to breed them, how much milk they can produce from their udders, how brain dead and cock hungry they can get for me, and how will they worship me.

You might ask what's the purpose of these experiments when I can already do whatever I want to them as they are mine now and I don't need to test anything. Well that's because, with one singular action, I want to bend them to my will and make them do my bidding.

A single snap, even from a closed door next room, should lead these sluts to break away from the shackles that restrain them and break through the door, on their knees to taste my cock. I want to see them cling on to my leg and lick the cloth of the pant I'm wearing as if my cock is like their drug and nothing can stop them from getting it, because they heard the snap and they know it's "cock time"..

All those experiments are to mold these milky sluts into a brain dead hole.

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dehumanising puppy play.

"down" you can't get on the bed, that's for people.

"sit!" because you're not allowed on the bed but you can follow commands.

"paw" because you don't have a hand, puppy has a paw.

"shake" because you're being taught new tricks like a good dog.

"awww. does puppy think its a person." in a condescending voice, and something in you breaks because puppy isn't a person and puppy is suddenly whining and barking and humping the air and puppy doesn't know why.

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Fractionating them so hard, reinforcing their pleasure with every drop, leaving them so mindless and needy that by the time they come back it’s not enough that you’ve used their mind so thoroughly, they need their body used as well so you both end up dazed and panting and blissfully spent and >>>>>>>>>