#Brainwash

[saphig-iawn]

Slipping Through Her Fingers

As readers of my writing will know, I enjoy the word bind.

It holds such a simple and powerful energy.

Today, a doll experienced it for the first time.

After some gentle fractionation, she was nestled softly on my lap, her mind blissfully still.

I brought a spool of green ribbon from my pocket and began thread it between her fingers.

A smile warmed on her face.

I then began to encircle her wrists with it.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

I spoke the spell into the ribbon, and let its silk impart the spell into her skin.

I described to the ribbon all the ways in which it could encircle this doll, bind her, restrain her, control her.

The ribbon whispered its purpose into her as it graced her skin.

After she woke, we started simple; a beautiful escalation of helplessness.

First I tied her wrists together. The spell pulled them together like magnets. She bit her lip in arousal.

Then I tied her feet to the floor. Her body calmed as the spell anchored her in place. Her hips bucked in her chair.

Then I sealed her lips. Her voice restrained like the rest of her body. Her eyes rolled.

I teased and toyed with her, her stifled pleads sounding like music to my ears.

When I released her bonds, she found herself so very worked up, and I told her that she could enjoy herself and work at that pent up pleasure.

But my teasing wasn't done.

I told her to tell me when she was close, and the good doll she was she told me when she was on the blissful edge.

That was when I bound her mind, mummified it in my ribbon.

The grip on her length slackened in an instant and her hand fell to her side. The arousal on her face washed away. She was just a passenger in her body. Trapped behind glass, banging away at it in the hopes to break through. I watched her climax withdraw in every throb of her needy cock.

When I released her mind, her back arched instinctively as she bit her lip and her eyes rolled. Her eyes begged me to let her continue.

So I did, but just as she was close again, I bound something else.

Something deep.

Something intimate.

I spoke my ribbon around her climax and stole it away, but I could see there was an ounce of doubt in her face as she stroked.

But then her pace quickened. She groaned with gritted frustration. Her eyes clenched shut as she began to press her hips in her hands.

Then it hit her. A cold flash of realisation that the climax she had been kept from had just slipped through her fingers. That no matter how much she tried, she would never feel that relief until I said so.

She begged, and she moaned, she wanted it with every fibre of her being.

But I continued to deny, I wanted her so pent up that she'd forget her name when the climax arrived.

I bound and gagged her, asked her again if she wanted to cum, but all she could do was hum and moan. So I began to act as though she didn't want to, that after all of that she was ok with being edged. She squirmed and bucked in her bonds so I ungagged her and let her continue.

Her eyes pouted at me as she gestured with her hands that were bound above her head.

She wasted no time in chasing that which she had been denied after i untied her.

She got closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Almost at the edge and-

Limp.

Mindless.

Thoughts trapped in ribbon as I bound her mind.

All of her arousal was silenced.

But I didn't leave her there for long, she had earned her climax now.

I released her mind and began to encourage my sweet little edge slut, getting her closer, telling her she will cum.

As the orgasm began to build, I started a countdown from 10 with each number extracting the pleasure from her.

She practically ragdolled in her chair when she finally came. Her moans no longer silenced, she gripped her thighs and let loose the moans I had stolen away.

When she finally began to recover, she couldn't help but hide her face. I could feel the joy that was beaming out from her smile even from behind her hands.

Bind is such a powerful word.

[goodgymboy]

THANK YOU SIR FOR ALLOWING ME TO EXPERIENCE THIS!!

[tranquility0101]

Corrupting intelligence… morphing, molding and turning it into something of service.

The ability to take it all away, or redirect it in whatever way I desire.

The everyone needs a break from thinking, even or maybe especially the smart overworked and overthinkers.

[edgedstupid]

Locked in a room with all lamps turned off, with the only source of any light being a plasma screen that covers the entirety of the wall and is protected by bulletproof glass. The TV plays unstoppable looping porn that, from time to time, changes just to keep your mind fresh and broken, together with hypno instructions in unbearable volumes teaching you to be a good submissive gooner. On the floor, lots and lots of sex toys scattered around, all of them with wireless chargers, ensure no matter how much you use, they'll never run out of battery.

Would you rather be free to walk around and play at your own phase, but staying alone for the duration of it, only being watched from far by your new owner?

Or would you rather be tied to a chair, being force fed estrogen and pheromones by them, wearing a VR and a headphone concentrating all of the hypno inside your mind, being constantly on the edge of cumming, stimulated every single moment by wand vibrators, just so they can leave and return every day to use your body and increase your agony even more?~

- ⚖️

Oh gods this is sooo hard... But as much as I like the idea of being able to feel good whatever way I want whenever I want, I think I'd have to go with the chair. Because, fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking gods, being forced to sit there, constantly right on the edge, having my mind utterly melted until I'm as much of a mindless toy as the dozen wands deleting my every thought, never getting release, just getting dumber and hornier until something just breaks. Fuck I'd do anything to have that. Anything.

[mouseyphia]

Putting a collar, with a bell, on a hypnotic subject...

But, that bell has a little bit of a fun suggestion, a fun trigger, associated with it.

Because, you see... every time that bell rings... your servitude and obedience just gets reinforced a little.

An unthinking, collared pet.~ 💕🌀

[lockandkiki]

My Sir latched a black leather cuff on my wrist the day I swore my loyalty to her forever. Since then, she’s hypnotized my to feel really good whenever she touches it. It set me alight the way Sir grips that leather around my wrist. She’s always finding an excuse to readjust it. I find that funny cuz it’s not like I ever take it off.

Using hypnosis to create a pleasure association with things that wouldn't usually bring pleasure... Like, if I made a sub feel sexual pleasure from holding their hand? I could just squeeze and squeeze harder...

Perhaps I could grab their other hand too, and grab even harder... The sub almost collapsing from all the pleasure, their legs trembling, my hands squeezing theirs being the only thing keeping them up... Watching them writhe and moan in pleasure each time...

I wonder how long it'd take for them to simply break from all the pleasure?~

Fun.~

[mindlessdollthing]

I love getting brainwashed and conditioned.

The idea of someone putting an Idea in my head; maybe with me noticing or even without. And then just over weeks or months slowly solidifying and reinforcing it till in the end I fully believe whatever that idea is.

Reminding me of it, making me repeat and agree on it often enough that I start to say it by myself. Start to reinforce it by myself.

Eventually even using me to brainwash others...

[saphig-iawn]

"Would you like some tea?"

My sweet boy doll wanted a talkbox.

He has been doing so well at becoming a doll, embracing the stillness, and enjoying being posed.

He's even feeling the clothes I dress him in.

And now it was time to move a step deeper into dollhood.

He has let me in to control his body, now it is time for his voice to be left in my care.

He adored being like a Victorian doll, with elegant clothes and an air of grace, and so we sculpted this idea that he was a sweet maid doll always ready to serve.

I brought him onto my lap, wove my ribbon between my fingers as I constructed the spell, and then spoke the ribbon into him.

That Miss Saphi was alleviating him of another burden; of knowing what to say or when to say it.

When he woke, he found himself so happy with his new vocabulary.

"How was that, sweet boy?" "I'm a good boy!" "Mhm, the spell feels good doesn't it?" "Would you like some tea?" "Someone's feeling excited, isn't he?" "I am Miss Saphi's good doll!"

When I gave him his words back, his breath was heaving with arousal. To have something so personal be bound in my ribbon and shaped struck him so deeply.

Sweetly and quietly, he asked to be played with.

My heart leapt at the chance, I felt so proud of him that he wanted to explore playing further.

So I gave him permission to play, to reach down and satisfy himself.

He warned me that he was a quiet doll, but he made such sweet sounds for me. The sweetest moans and whimpers.

That was until I shaped his words again.

"Is my doll getting closer?" "I- am- Miss Saphi's-- goOod d-oll!" "Aww, does my sweet boy want to cum? "I'm a good boy!" "Well go on, my doll, you've earned it" "Would you l-l-l-ike so- ome teeEEeeeaaa......"

He came so well for me, his elation shaped by my spell.

I soften his body and cooed to him in the aftercare, I was so proud of him.

Then with his face buried in his hands he confessed something to me.

Offering to serve me tea like a good maid boy while in the throes of pleasure was one of the hottest things he's ever done.

[owned-bliss]

"Be a good boy/girl," used as a trigger, implanted deep in your mind, to silence you at the mere flicker of disobedience; forcing you back into blank obedience.

Doesn't that sound fun?

[justmesmerizingyou]

This is a sexy scene idea.

being hypnotized to be a maid and clean your house except im waken up in the middle of it without the ability to stop

still looking hypnotized to everyone around me but thinking about how i cant stop smiling or cleaning until my thoughts start getting flooded by "i must clean.. i need to look pretty.. everything has to be clean.." after the sound of fingers snapping

[goodgymboy]

MASTER WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!!

[succubusispowerful]

Why haven’t you sent a dm for full feminization

[please1mistress]

FASHING IMAGE WARNING

COVERT HYPNOSIS AHEAD

Let's face it, you are reading this because the flashing image caught your eye and you saw under it that there may be some hypnosis that is covert. If you aren't aware of it, hypnosis is a heighten sense of awareness where the mind becomes more suggestable and sometimes that can happen as you read something that draws you in deeper and deeper as you focus on the words. It's like the mind's magical mystery tour. Imagine your brain as a bustling city with thoughts zooming around like cars in rush hour traffic. Now, enter hypnosis: it's like a traffic controller who steps in, slows everything down, and directs your attention to a scenic detour. It's this state of deep relaxation and laser-sharp focus that allows me to suggest new traffic routes in your brain, helping you change habits, relieve stress, or even find lost keys in the sofa of your subconscious.

Hypnosis isn't really SLEEP, though some might think you're just snoozing with style. And forget the old pocket watch swinging; today's Hypno-Dominants are more likely to use soothing words and imagery, not bling, to guide you into this trance state. So, while you won't be barking like a dog at the snap of a finger (unless that's your thing—no judgment), you might just find yourself embracing that deeper submissive part of your mind. The part you want to hide from others, after all, you have fantasies, and fantasies lead to desires, and desires lead to needs, and needs become wants, and wants become wishes, and wishes become dreams, and dreams become patterns, and patterns become repetitive, repetition becomes hypnotic, and hypnotic becomes habits, and habits become beliefs, and beliefs become reality, and reality becomes your new self.

You deeply want to relax and focus on my words. In a world where distractions abound, focusing on my words can sometimes feel like trying to thread a needle on a rollercoaster. But fear not, for the power of focused concentration is within you. Just, Imagine your mind as a magnifying glass, intensifying the sun's rays to ignite the fire of understanding. With each word, you're building a bridge to your desires, one brick at a time. So, let's put on our metaphorical hard hats and construct the cathedral of this hypno-fetish that I know deep down you have, where every word is a stained glass window, illuminating the mysteries of your fetish. Remember, when you focus on my words, you're not just reading; you're in a light suggestible state, where I can easily manipulate your mind on a deeper level.

Each image you scroll past on tumblr, implants a small suggestion in your mind without you being aware of it, so it's easy to RELAX and read my words here as you FOCUS deeper on your real desire to submit and give a dominant like myself deeper control over your thoughts and desires on this epic quest for submission and pleasure, with each sentence a step on the path to enslavement. Happy focusing!

[mustresist123444]

The hottest thing about hypnosis

One thing I don’t see enough people talking about is the personality change that takes place during hypnosis. Whether it be a dominant hypnotist being caught of guard and and turned into a mindless puppet or a resistant person trying to fight against a hypnotic entity only to become another drone chanting its mantras. This change is, in my opinion, the hottest part of any hypnosis erotica and comics because it highlights the power of hypnosis over the person.

[saphig-iawn]

Finally Let Off his Leash

I had a sweet boy come to me with a little problem.

He was always expected to be dominant in intimate moments.

He didn't mind it too much, but the assumption that he would be in control and leading the play was getting to him.

He needed a break. He needed time to not think, and let someone else take the reins and control.

This was when he told me that he adored puppy play and just wanted to be a puppy.

I was delighted! I love giving puppies spells to ease their movement into puppy space, so they can shed all those pesky human burdens.

This spell left no stone unturned in letting this puppy finally play and have fun.

The self-taught restraints keeping the puppy inside were stripped away, letting him give in to every little puppy whim. Every bark, every yap, every bite, every chew, every hump, every wag of his tail.

His hands became the soft paws, the need to use those fingers lost in the puppy excitement.

His words faded into barks and yips and woofs. Puppies have no need for words.

A wonderful collar encircles his neck, with a lovely shining name tag on the front.

The cherry on top; any scritches and cuddles and pats I describe would be felt so powerfully that it would be like I was there with him.

After a biiiig stretch from trance, he sounded so happy and refreshed. It plain as day that it had been too long since someone took care of him.

So I wasted no time in letting him of his leash to play.

He immediately melted and was reduced to sweet puppy giggles, little laughs laced with puppy woofs.

We did so many things together, letting him finally be looked after.

We played with a cushion that he was throwing around the room with his teeth.

We practiced tricks! He can give his paws independently of each other, he can bark in 3 different volumes too; whisper, speak, and shout. He can sit and rollover too, he is so clever.

All that play time got him a little pent up so I let him hump his energy out, the cutie.

Then the aftercare came. I gave him so many bellyrubs and pats.

I scritched his haunches right in that tickly spot that gets his leg kicking.

I rubbed his neck beneath his collar.

I rubbed between his eyes.

He felt so fuzzy in his puppy head that he just flopped into my lap.

When we wrapped up and brought him out of puppy space he was just so happy.

Its this kind of happiness that makes me love what I do.

Helping people be themselves.