#hypno doll

[voxhypno]

DAY 1

It's just one file, you tell yourself. You've been curious about hypnosis for a long time, bumming around in a few chatrooms where "hypnotists" wait all of 30 seconds to try clumsily to make you send them pictures of your ass, and eventually you stumble across a link that leads to the video that you're staring at now.

"Obedience School (Puppyplay)", proclaims the title, along with a still image of a green spiral, mid-swirl.

You tell yourself, "Here goes nothing", and press play.

The spiral leaps to life, spinning around and around on your screen, immediately drawing your eye. As a low, warm, soft voice begins to play through your headphones, telling you that it's okay, you can relax, your eyes start to flutter. Your body begins to feel floaty and light as your mind... just...

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You wake up on the floor, the computer screen frozen on a spiral no longer spinning. Your clothes are half-removed, as if someone or something with no knowledge of how they work tried to pull them gracelessly off of your body.

Your face is flushed, your hair disheveled, and your cheeks and chest covered in... drool?

Blushing furiously, you wipe yourself clean and try to remember what happened. Bits and pieces flicker through your mind... your tongue sticking out... the feeling of carpet against your palms and knees... and a warm, all-encompassing happiness, radiating through your brain, the ripples of pleasure and relaxation still echoing within your muddled mind.

Grinning, you save the link to the video. You know you'll be back.

Day 7

The entire day, you've found it hard to focus. You've been thinking about the video more and more often the longer you've gone without watching it.

That spiral, that voice, they just seem to beckon you. Those fleeting memories, feelings... You've been able to piece them together more now. You were a puppy, a brainless, happy animal. You crawled around, did tricks, panted and barked. Ordinarily you'd find it embarrassing.

You don't, though.

It was a nice break, being a puppy. Not having to think about your job, your worries, your cares. You just got the chance to bliss out and enjoy the feeling of being cared for, being told what to do, not having to stress for once.

You walk into your room, resolute. You're going to watch the video again. You need to know whether it was a fluke or not.

As you walk to your desk, without even really considering it, you pull your clothes off, sitting down naked. For a moment, you wonder why, but you remember the way that your clothes were disheveled last time. Of course. It makes sense for a puppy to be naked. Puppies aren't used to clothes. You're a good puppy.

...you stop, momentarily confused. Where did that come from?

Shaking your head, you click play on the video, and the spiral starts up again. This time the voice doesn't even say 5 words before you're drifting away.

You're so immediately out of it that you don't notice you were softly panting before the video even started.

DAY 30

You're barely even inside the door before you start ripping your clothes off, your hands paws clumsily pulling you free. A few weeks ago, you would have at least worried that the neighbors would see you. Now, that thought doesn't even enter your mind.

You drop to your knees all fours where a good puppy belongs and crawl to your living room, where you've set the spiral up on your TV. You're already panting and wiggling with excitement.

In your hazy head, you still can't believe that you managed to work up the courage to message the creator of the video Master. He was so understanding and nice! He called you a good puppy for being able to type out that whole message with your hands paws, and he even started making some special videos for you! You can't help but wag your butt tail at the thought of having such a nice new friend Master.

The spiral starts up, and you're already gone. Plopping down in a perfect sit position like you've been trained to do, tongue out, happily staring and letting your mind be coaxed and teased away by Master.

You know what you are now. You've heard it over and over again. You're a puppy. A dumb dim doggy pet. You love to crawl. You love to bark. You love to play and do tricks and get belly rubs and treats.

When you finally squeaked out a blushing request to see the man behind the voice, Master very kindly obliged. And it was then that you learned something very special about being a puppy.

You go into heat very easily.

It wasn't long before you were whimpering and begging on a video call, Master chuckling as you bounced up and down on a dildo, a rubber bone between your teeth to match the one you were riding.

Wasn't long before you were panting over pictures and videos of his cock, sliding in and out of a pocket pussy held in his strong hand, while his deep calming voice whispered into your mind that it should be you there taking his dick into every one of your happy puppy holes.

Lost in adoration and arousal, you barely even realize that the spiral has ended. You have commands you don't remember receiving. You no longer want to resist them. You don't remember ever wanting to resist them.

You crawl to your cell phone, laying on the floor. You open it and type in a number you don't recognize with your paws. You mindlessly bark into the receiver. And you hear the voice you love so much.

"Good dog! Sit tight, girl. I'm gonna come get you, okay?"

You don't even hear the last part. As soon as the words "good dog" hit your ears, you were already cumming your mind away.

DAY ???

You sleepily rise from your bed in the den, stretching out and yawning, flexing your paws. You shake your head, trying to clear it, the tag on your collar jingling. You're so thoroughly conditioned that even that little sound sends a wave of emptiness and pleasure through your head, and you press your pussy against the rough fabric of your bed, humping brainlessly.

Your sleepy mind registers the sound of the front door opening, and you bolt out of bed, leaving behind a dripping wet spot that you'll come back to idly sniff and lick at later. Master is home!

Barking, you scamper into the living room on all fours, the tail plug in your ass swishing from side to side as you rush to Master's side, pressing your cheek against his leg and panting happily.

He smiles, scritches you in your favorite spot behind your ears, and says some words that you no longer understand. Somewhere in the sounds falling from his lips are the words "good girl", though, so you cum unthinkingly, automatically, with a whimper. Like a good, well-trained puppy.

As the glow fades, you can't help but press your chest to the floor, hiking your rump in the air, staring at him pleadingly and swaying your tail back and forth. You need a treat so bad... You were a good dog and waited all day... And Master seems to understand.

He chuckles, and as per your daily welcome-home ritual, he unzips his pants to reveal your favorite treat. That dick that broke you. The cock that helped you realize your place, owned and collared. No past, no future, no stress, no worry. You almost cum again at the sight of it as you sit pretty, just as you were taught.

Teasingly, Master waves that perfect cock in front of your face, the scent of it doing nothing to stem the flow of your drool onto the floor. He's making the sound that means "wait", and so you do. You're a good dog.

He snaps his fingers, and your mind disappears.

And as you eagerly pounce, slobbering and licking over Master's cock and looking up at him with empty, adoring eyes, you know for certain that you've never been happier.

[spiraleyedpup]

I really want to be filled with all different kinds of triggers, but one hypno scenario i keep fantasizing about is one where a hypno domme makes me forget all my kinks, make me think I'm some kinkless virgin (all my kinks are still there and just as strong, i just don't know about them), and makes me forget hypnosis is even possible.

Once I've forgotten everything, I'll be incredibly confused why I'm suddenly on all fours barking like a good pup, or why i start to feel like I'm getting dumber by the second, and I'll be even more confused and ashamed about how much it's turning me on

Especially if I have awareness of my actions but no control over how I move or what I say. My body being puppeted by a domme while I'm forced to watch in horror and arousal

That little blend of fear on the surface mixed with the immense pleasure deep in my unconscious mind really turns me on!

Maybe this goes on for days, weeks, months, a year, all the while my domme holding the keys to my memories. I become their dumb denied plaything, not knowing why I love being what I've become, what they made me into

At some point I get control back of my body, but I still obey and follow every command because I can't ignore the rush of pleasure I get from being a good submissive toy for my domme.

Maybe my domme let me have my memories back so I can remember I asked for this, but I wouldn't be upset if they discarded those memories forever and let me believe they turned me into their perfect, submissive, denied, edged out toy

[saphig-iawn]

Stuffing and String

Something I ask of my subjects and dolls is to think of a little safe space in their mind for the spells I weave in them. I've heard so many different spaces from them, like a heart shaped box, a deck of cards, even a wind-up dancer on a music box.

My subject today had envisioned this safe space as a ragdoll of her, with every new spell a bow I would tie in her hair.

But this got her thinking. Thinking got her feeling. Feeling got her aroused. The idea of a plush ragdoll version of her sat amongst her plushies had her feeling overcome with excitement.

Today was her day to become that ragdoll.

She sank deeply into trance, landing softly in my lap.

It was there that I began to weave the spell in her, gentle threading the sensations of transforming into doll within every part of her.

It starts at her feet, like thick woolly socks are being put on her feet and rolled up. The feeling rolls higher and higher, and as it climbs, she feels the strength in her muscles just melt away as her muscles get spun into soft stuffing.

Up past her hips, her intimate area becoming nothing but a soft plushie bulge. Her stomach becomes full of warmth and giggles as her skin turns to string and her muscles into stuffing.

Then her fingers draw together, like big thick mittens are being put on. Much like with her feet, the feeling climbs, her arms become so limp and loose, barely able to move.

The feelings converge on her chest, her breasts padding out with a little extra stuffing, before climb up her neck.

All the words in her throat unspool until there's nothing left but gentle hums. Then her neck softs leaving her head to rest wherever it can.

It climbs up the back of her head, her hair uncoiling into colourful yarn.

Then finally it reaches her face.

Her lips become embroidered into a permanent smile.

Her eyes become pretty buttons.

In her mind, a brand new bow appeared in her dolly's hair.

After the trance and a little aftercare, I spoke the spell and she went limp instantly. Her giggles became soft hums as I talked to her. I can forgive her for the one-sided conversation.

But being nothing but stuffing and string made her plush bulge ache with need, so I reversed the spell and gave her permission to play.

She was nearing that wonderful climax but suddenly found all the strength leave her body as the spell left my lips.

She hummed in sweet frustration at my denial.

So I reversed the spell and urged her to continue.

She just about to tumble over that edge into bliss and- oops! Nothing but stuffing and string again.

I asked if she wanted to climax, if she wanted to collapse into pleasure.

She hummed affirmatively.

"Well go on then", I sneered.

Her helpless hum was something I wish I could've bottled up because you could taste the frustration.

After her climax, after she was all spent and cared for, we ended our session with something a little special.

There was an extra element to her spell which was that she could be left to fall asleep as a ragdoll, and upon waking up would feel bright and fresh and returned to normal.

So our session ended with me reading to her some of my new pieces, while she could do nothing but lie on her bed, surrounded by her plushies, with nothing but a beaming smile embroidered on her face.

[dragoneye771]

[princessbunnydoll]

i juss wanna be hypnotized sooooo badly i wanna feel my thoughts leak out of my head until im just a mindless obedient slvt pleaaaaaaaaseepleaseplease

[sanriiobby]

it’s such a simple one but this is literally my fav spiral every time i see it i’m pretty much instantly gone and i’ll stay there for so so long just completely blank and blissed out

[patthepuppygirl]

The two magical words "Good Girl"

One second i'm perfectly fine.

The next second i'm a stupid blushy desperate mess💖

It always reminds me to do my best💖

Afterall only good girls get praised💖

[sinfulsubccubus]

[swirlygigg]

No More Thoughts

we'll see how tumblr feels about this, but you ever wanna just suck a dick in trance? yeah me too

(uncensored version here)

[alwayzzzleepy]

feeling like a soft, pretty doll today, and i just can’t get enough of it! being someone’s doll makes me feel so small and needy, giving up all control in the sweetest way possible. knowing that I’ll be used and look so pretty as i do <3

[saphig-iawn]

A Bespoke Addition

I adore working with other dommes.

It reminds me of how tradespeople have a network of skilled individuals, all leaning on one another to fill in gaps in skill and working towards something good.

So, a goddess domme came to me with her doll, and wanted it to have some bespoke additions. She had heard of my work with the doll before and wanted to do something more profound and more involved.

We discussed about a few possibilities, the doll was very eager to see how its goddess wanted it to be shaped, but we settled on a simple but powerful modification.

Turning the doll's mouth into an erogenous zone.

In conversation, the doll established how it viewed itself. A humanoid rubber toy, purpose built for being a good doll for its goddess.

So with the doll on my lap, lost deep in trance, I wove my ribbon between my fingers, and then caressed its lips with it, imparting my words into her lips.

With a simple utterance, its lips would begin to swell and tingle. Any touch would feel like the sweet pleasure of rolling its nipples between finger and thumb.

Its tongue would feel electric, every part of it alive like fresh nerve endings.

The tip of its tongue, a clit.

It moaned with deep pleasure when it began to explore its new addition. I made sure that the pleasure was laced with mental images of those gorgeous rubber dolls with plump, eager lips.

It couldn't help but leak when it tested its new erogenous zone on a toy, stifled moans escaping around the toy's length.

The goddess was very happy with her doll's new changes.

[hypnoguy01]

[sanriiobby]

the fact that i can still think for myself right now is unacceptable

[patthepuppygirl]

One day i gonna have a gf and she gonna be such a cute hypnoaddict just like me!! And then we gonna get comfy on the coach and start watching hypnofiles on the TV. As we slowly think into it obediently we would cuddle and make out needily. Just helping each other to give in deeper and easier eachtime. Until we would be perfectly empty and hypnotized girlfriends! And after a few times Hypnosis and Chill would become a normal friday evening activity!💕

[sissyrose11]

Bambi needs to be trained and controlled.

[markedbycain]

It would be such a shame if I got sent asks while I edge </3 Do with me what you will