#hypno dreams

[siremasterlawrence]

A Ticket Of A Lifetime

My Destination is upon after waiting for well what felt life endlessly unwinding weeks of hell on earth torture and it all comes down to this my dears.

I enter the stadium a long, humongous ever lasting walk to the stage in the center of the super ball for this moment and I climb this stairs.

My per view grows smaller as I see three guys who are competing with me for the grand prize of a surprise and I am not one of those who competes.

I am selected by some community of voters weird right. Anyway, he undoes the envelope opening it with a simple tear and reads off my name.

The lights descending on him in a hovering like fashion quelling the crowd with a single hand gesture my world is about to take one hell of gnarly change.

Handing my the letter adorn in pure gold it is lighting on fire, eviscerating in my hand a lovely ember red hue is left and fades leaving a key in my hand.

It’s hot to the touch consuming my thoughts which are now running a mile a minute and I never saw the crowd disappear nor the arena either.

All I have is a door in front of me front center for me to see and dead on arrival for the truly most spookiest event ever if you will ever get to see.

I doubt that though considering my key is in the key hole, I brace myself turning it as the door swung open and I cannot believe my eyes.

The air swallows me whole with one swoosh I am past the thresh hold and embrace in to a strange pair of arms and I know it all so good.

Strong masculine body that is so massive in its state wraps my waist in to his and drapes highly over me.

My nose accidentally digging in to his shirt I can’t help to love and savor his scent as it is now with me forever.

“OH MY GOD! “

“That is not me “

“Henry Cavill?”

“You got it mate”

“Why are we here?”

“I have no idea…though you might”

“Anybody here?”

“Your guess is as good as mine”

“Commence, prompt, activate “

“Why did you say those…”

“Henry? Mate? Are you ok?”

“Soul transfer begins “

“What are you saying! STOP!”

“My body !”

“Why is changing?”

“Is this astral form “

“Your body too”

“How on earth are we flying?”

“Hello! This is a your new body speaking “

“Excuse me?”

“You won the universal gift a new life”

“Are you saying?”

“This body “

“Is yours now”

“Henry? Is he?”

“Dead?”

“Yeah”

“No! Very much alive”

“Woof!”

“Think of this one soul meets another “

“You are combined “

“Combined us both?”

“It’s only right “

“For the better”

“You deserve it”

“You are just “

“So godly!”

“Who me?”

“You are the most perfect”

“Iconic”

“Greatest!”

“No one else as good”

“He will soon see”

“He is the other side to your coin “

“How can this be possible?”

“Everyone has a match “

“Soul match!”

“Relax man “

“Shussshhh”

“Close your eyes “

“We are one”

“Exactly one body “

“Mind”

“Soul”

“Body “

“Let it all surrender “

“Nothing to hold you back “

“Free falling in to one existential existence “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You are enjoying “

“I am now assembled “

“This is the best gift”

“A LIFETIME WORTH”

“Mmmmmm”

“I feel so sexy”

“I am fucking sexy”

The end

[misslexyhypnoyou]

I said you drool and feel weak hehe

😈😵‍💫

[please1mistress]

WARNING FLASHING IMAGE AND COVERT HYPNOTIC LANGUAGE

Isn't it the BEST feeling when you find one of those flashing images that you stop on while you are scrolling through tumblr and find yourself just relaxing and staring longer and longer. Sometimes you find yourself just staring mindlessly at an image, it happens to the best of us. Images can be so captivating that they draw you in, making you lose track of time. Whether it's a stunning landscape, a piece of art, or even a nostalgic photo, there's something about visual content that can be incredibly mesmerizing. It's like our brains take a little vacation, soaking in the details and letting our thoughts wander. Ever had a particular image that you just couldn't look away from? yes, yes I am sure you have, it doesn't matter what the image is, the small flashes and words just seem to draw you in deeper and deeper.

One minute you are scrolling through image after image feeling yourself spiral down that rabbit hole, then one draws you in and you find yourself fascinated by some aspect of the flashes. It's almost like falling into a visual trance. Whether it's the colors, the composition, or the story behind the image, something just CLICKS and you can't look away. It's a bit like finding a hidden gem in a sea of content, or like stumbling upon a treasure that you didn't even know you were looking for. That one image can evoke memories, spark creativity, or simply captivate you with its beauty. It's a reminder of how powerful visual content can be in our lives.

it's like giving your mind a mini-vacation. Just letting go and getting lost in an image can be incredibly soothing. It's a simple pleasure that can bring a lot of peace and relaxation. You can imagine yourself being that woman in the image, her eyes vacant of thought as she reaches down and slowly starts to move her fingers along that arousal you feel, rubbing and moving your hips slowly as you are drawn deeper into the spell the image weaves in your mind. It simply casts a spell, pulling you deeper into its world. The colors, the details, the emotions it evokes, they all blend together to create a mesmerizing experience. It's a beautiful escape, allowing your mind to wander and explore.

Now like this and forget and remember that as you comment on it, how deeply aroused you can be for the RIGHT owner.

[raventriquolist]

HE IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE PRETTIER?? THEY SOMEHOW MADE HIM EVEN MORE BABYGIRL?? WHAT IS THIS?? WHAT IS HTIS????

WHOEVER DECIDED TO GIVE HIM LONG HAIR YOU ARE A GENIUS BRO. I HOPE EVERYTHING GOOD HAPPENS TO YOU OH MY GOD

[kenchann]

missing him hours

[pinksilvace]

I really cannot express how much I love what Hades 2 is doing with Dionysus.

There are so few neutral parties in this game, and he's like the anti-Eris. He wants his family to stop fighting. He wants to talk things out peacefully until "normal" can return. He knows that won't happen, so why worry at all? Why not throw a giant party until the fighting stops?

All the talk about not letting Zeus or Athena find out because he knows he wouldn't be able to convince them and they might only retaliate... the fact that he, being a mortal once, has a different perspective on figures like Prometheus... Man

Every time I see more of his dialogue, it becomes more and more obvious that he is Not Okay, and his portrait emphasizes that so damn well. The fact he's in a companion chamber instead of a random encounter makes me soooo excited to see the rest of his arc.

Plus, I LOVE how sgg is leaning into his madness aspect when that's also a part of Melinoe's mythology. Oughshglshggh she's going to learn so much from him I just know it

[hornytransissyslut]

Even add a some cocks if you want :3

[yummellow]

Heyo, I've been like super busy with other stuff lately, and it's driving me crazy but I still manage to get my daily slut and bimbo training in❤️❤️❤️❤️

[zu-is-here]

What happened to Greek gods au?

Praying to God

After defeating the warrior, the former god of dreams illusions plunges him into a deep sleep, which the mortal is determined to emerge from.

[sleepnowmychild]

Hypnos showed up in my dream in the form of a statue of himself in the ocean.

Right ok, that makes perfect sense thanks for the sign Hypnos.

[siremasterlawrence]

Dream Becomes Him

My former Slave Jake has been lying to me in the core of his soul he knows he is fully committed to his marriage. He does not want to wreck it and lose his wife yet he is still searching for a Master to serve it is truly absurd to me.It is crazy my dear that he is calling me to his side once again like an idiot I did not know which makes me feel worse. “Why did you waste my time if you knew that you were married?” I ask as he told me that it was nice but he has to get back to his real life. “How is it a waste?” He asks so stupidly in a completely idiotic statement just goes to show how dumb he is, he is twenty-eight years old, white, burly body, handsome and fell so deeply in love with me over time he can’t help it, and he swoons as he blows me a kiss. I roll my eyes as months later he manages to admit it himself but truthfully he has been on a roll dreaming over me constantly mentions me in his slumber and his wife notices so he has to tell two truth. He is sleep again as his dreams start to take over yielding him from his real life and he rolls over in bed hitting the floor. His vision becomes so groggy as his pops open staring in to the mirror across from his bed as he slips off of his cheap sheet on to the cold floor of his room and right in to his slippers as he rises to his feet in excitement he licks his lips staring in to the mirror at his own self. His mind begs in to spin he can’t but hold it as everything falls apart the pain receding a bit and his eyes are raising upward till they meet mines he jolts at my touch getting so close to him and my lips kiss his sending a sharp shiver dine his spine. He moans a bit with a high sign that erupts from his mouth hitting the ceiling it bellows down the hallway in a super evil chamber of volumes bouncing wall to wall. My arms spread around me allowing my hands to access on to his big belly waist cupping him close as I yank his body as I press his back on my cock as he grows louder and the my dream self is in control. My grasp over his is getting ever tight as his cock springs forth and his wife kicks him at exactly in the midnight with a hateful stare.

“You are thinking about him again.” She shouts.

“Get the fuck out.” She yells.

“Whatever bitch.” He replies in anger.

“I have to speak to him”

“Let me get my laptop”

“Please be on”

“Oh he is!”

“Yyyyeeessss!”

“Hell yeah! He replied back”

“Hey Master!”

“Can we do a video call?”

“Oh? Why are you back?”

“I missed you “

“Umm! I thought you had to get back to your real life?”

“Yeah! I know! I am sorry about that “

“Whatever! Fine call me”

“Give me a few minutes “

“Oh thanks!”

“Master! I am on now”

“You are here”

“My wife she caught me”

“With someone else?”

“No! You”

“In my dreams “

“Apparently I invade now “

“Don’t be like that “

“Will you welcome me back?”

“Excuse me! It’s over between us”

“I want you, need you “

“Desperately!”

“Fuck no!”

“Please don’t punish me”

“What can I do? I am so obsessed with you “

“Not my problem “

“You did this”

“Did I?”

“MASTER”

“Do you still have others ?”

“Yeah? And what?”

“I’ll take you “

“Yes!”

“On a probation period “

“One mistake “

“I promise “

“Liar”

The end

[misslexyhypnoyou]

Powerful bimbo miss 😵‍💫

👙🤤

You are horny 🫵🏻

Fall into my dm and have a session, don’t fall back 😶‍🌫️

Moooo

😵‍💫

[please1mistress]

flashing IMAGE WARNING

[tubulartoby]

[gothgengargirl]

The Works

You came to the new salon mostly on a whim. It was a Sunday, so it’s not like you had anything special in mind for the next day. Just work. Boring, dreary, work. But you thought that feeling pretty might help the work week go a little more smoothly. Give your colleagues something else to talk about besides meetings and progress updates. You wanted to feel seen for once.

For such a nice place, it was a pleasant surprise that you were able to get a walk-in appointment. Fern’s Grove, it was called. Cute name. The ceilings were high, and the place felt remarkably open and airy for being just another building in a strip mall. A fountain bubbled away cheerfully, a variety of exotic plants growing alongside it. The air was even perfumed, floral and berry-like, but in a way you couldn’t quite place. And the woman at the counter, who set your bag in a drawer and got you settled into a astonishingly comfortable chair, was gorgeous. Everyone who worked here was gorgeous. If this was how they took care of themselves, you felt like you were in good hands.

Your cosmetologist came up to you just as you were getting settled. She was just as beautiful as everyone else, maybe more so, with her dramatic cat eye makeup, purple hair and generous curves. She handed you a laminated list of your options, and you could hear her whistling cheerfully in the background as she got her instruments together and you looked over your choices. Hair cut, hair color, hair extensions. Face wash, moisturizing treatments, full makeup. Permanent makeup? That sounded intriguing. Manicure, pedicure, they even offered waxing services (presumably those were in another room). And one thing at the bottom stuck out to you, drawing your attention like a light in the darkness.

The Works.

“I’ll take The Works, please,” you said, almost instinctively. You wanted to see what this place could do.

“Sure about that, doll?” Her voice was sweet like honey, with an edge of something in it. Condescension? Anticipation? Both?

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, then, The Works, coming right up. Lift your arms.”

You did so instinctively. You were always good at following directions. And you thought you knew what was going to happen. She would put an apron on you to protect your clothes, you would talk about what cut and color you wanted for the hair, maybe get your shoes off and your feet soaking for the pedicure.

That’s not what happened.

Cables descended from that high, airy ceiling, and wrapped themselves around your wrists. You tried, briefly, to pull away, but you were held in place. Like a puppet on her strings. Clamps emerged from the chair to do the same to your ankles. You were stuck.

A momentary wave of panic was replaced by a curious fear, as you could feel something seeping from your new restraints. Soaking into the skin of your wrists and ankles. It felt GOOD. Like you were being polished from the inside, like all of the tension in your body was replaced with pleasure. And as you sank back briefly, She placed something over your head. A visor. You tried to close your eyes, but the flashing colors shone through your eyelids, and you opened them out of curiosity. And once they were open, you never wanted to close them again.

At first the messages were simply soothing. Telling you to relax, to sink, to accept all of the new feelings in your body. And there were new feelings. You couldn’t see anything but the swirling colors, couldn’t hear anything but the whispered suggestions from that set of headphones that must have come on just after the visor. But you felt good. Hands nimbly massaged your scalp. The waves of whatever it was from your restraints spread all the way through your arms and legs, making them feel limp and loose and silky smooth and perfectly plastic.

Plastic?

Perfect. Plastic. Puppet.

Pretty. Programmed. Plaything.

This was what the suggestions in your head were saying now. And you kind of liked the sound of it. On some level, you knew that you had work in the morning. You were a Busy Woman With Important Things To Do. But you always hated it. There was another way now? And at least for this afternoon, you could enjoy being a

Perfect

Pretty

Plaything

...

Time passed. You couldn’t tell how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time felt less and less meaningful, paying attention to the sensations running through your body. It was almost like an orgasm, but orgasms came and went much faster than this. This was a slow build, leading to a great flowing tide of ecstasy. You didn’t want it to stop. You never wanted to stop being a programmed plastic puppet.

But then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. The visor and the headphones were pulled off. The restraints at your arms and legs snapped open, your arms dropping into your lap. Your hands moved automatically, one of them grasping a breast, the other rubbing at your crotch shamelessly.

As your eyes focused again, you were amazed with what you saw in the mirror. She… you… was different. Your clothes didn’t fit the same way—blouse swollen and buttons open, skirt disheveled and riding up over thicker thighs. Your mouth was hanging open, lips larger than they were before, and your tongue was hanging out. It was pierced! A blue gemstone sitting in your pretty pink mouth, its color matching your new long nails, your thick eye shadow. Your gleaming metallic hair. And the place on your neck that didn’t even look like flesh anymore. It was seemingly embedded in your skin, blue circuits tracing out from a thick black band.

A Collar.

You didn’t even look human anymore, did you? You looked like…

A Doll.

“What do you think, hun?” said the voice behind you. The voice you now instinctively knew as Owner.

“I don’t think. I just obey.” Automatic.

“Good girl. Stop touching yourself.”

You did, immediately. Arms limp at your sides. Awaiting further instructions.

“What are you?”

“I’m just a doll. An empty-headed plaything.”

“Excellent! And what do you want me to do next?”

“Please…” these words felt like they were escaping from your soul. They were your soul. All you had left was this one thought.

“Please play with me”.

You saw Owner’s luscious mouth open into a wide toothy grin as you said that, watching her and you in the mirror. And then you didn’t think anything else. Not for a long while. Dolls don’t think, they just obey.

Good Doll.

[kenchann]

self indulgent doodle of my hades oc getting taken by death in their sleep ✌ haha