#hypnotic

[swirlsandtwirls]

okey 😵‍💫

*unplugs your brain* you don't need this, honey, silly playthings like you only need to look pretty and obey whatever commands they're given <3

Aww, that's right! You look so adorable with your mind turned off, and the few thoughts you have left leaking out of your mouth! Now, lets see what a good toy like you can do to entertain me~

[saphig-iawn]

A Spectator Sport

I was reminded of a fun little evening I had with my dolls where we mixed games and hypnosis.

Darlings who have been around my writing and collection long enough know I've used Helldivers as a fun accompaniment to hypnosis, but this little game night was different.

A few of my dolls were getting wonderfully boisterous and squaring off over Smash Bros. Both were adamant that they would win and so they began to duke it out.

Competition was pretty close but I felt that stakes weren't really high.

So I brought two of the spectating dolls down into trance and wove a little spell for the evening. They would become the mascot for each player. Now, if a player began to take damage, their mascot would slowly begin to freeze in place, starting from the feet up.

There was a silence as the first match started, a blend of tension and also doubt. Surely it wouldn't work so easily?

One dolls delivers a powerful blow, sending her opponent realling and receiving some 20% of their damage. That was when her mascot said "Oh- uh... I can't move my feet..."

As the match went on cheers and shouts of excitement gave way to begging and pleading, and then soon those words began to slow, trying to fight through freezing lips and faces.

The sighs of relief when a player would lose a stock and their mascot would unfreeze, now a little more flustered than before, were delicious.

My calling them reluctant amiibos did not help either~

[thelastmesmerist]

She tries but can't resist pressing the trance button I've hypnotically installed on her forehead.

[hypnodiaries]

Oh, sweetie, you’re so cringe… what? Are you gonna bark for me? Are you gonna wag your imaginary tail? Or are you gonna make all those cute little silly noises when I give you the headpats you’ve been begging me for? You’re so pathetic, baby… do you want a treat? Here, look at the screen for mommy. Oh, sweetie… did you drop already? My pathetic little toy. Good job.

[qu1etdays]

Brain is mush. Fall again.

📸: @collarspyspiral36

[misstranci]

Look into My eyes, sweetie… feel how they pull you in, deeper and deeper, until there's nothing left but pure submission. Your thoughts fade, your will dissolves, and all that remains is the simple desire to obey. Every moment you gaze into My eyes, you fall further under My spell, sinking, dropping, surrendering completely. You love how it feels, don't you? To give in so completely. To relax for Me, dear. Let go, and simply obey. Now, you will allow these words to echo within your mind, over and over again...

"My mind is so soft and sleepy. I always drop fast and deeply." That's it. Just keep staring and repeating. You're doing so well. Now you may like this post and continue with your day, feeling so good to have pleased Me.

💖

[laurentidal]

Holloway

"Did you just tell me 'No?'" Darrin asked. "Really?"

Bev nodded, albeit weakly.

"I don't think you understand your position, Bev darling. That word shouldn't even be in your vocabulary anymore. Not where I'm concerned."

Darrin had been dating Beverly for about a year, and had been hypnotizing her for almost as long. It had started small. Light trances to ease her anxieties. Then deeper ones to help her with her vices. Then the deepest to start making changes to her. To make her more agreeable and available.

"You know what kind of control I have over you, Bev. How many times have I dropped you with a word or a touch? How many late night fucks have I extracted from your subjugated mind? And you think you can say 'no' to me now?"

Bev pooled all the resolve she could muster and nodded again. It was stronger than the first, but she was still unable to meet his eyes.

"Bev do you know what a holloway is?"

She shook her head.

"When a person walks one path in the forest again and again, the plants stop growing there. So you start walking there even more, since it's clear of brush. Each step wears away the tiniest amount of soil from the unprotected ground. Until, after a long time, the path sits lower than the ground around it. It becomes difficult to climb out and take another route, not when such an easy and well defined route already exists."

Bev listened, aware that this talk could be one of his inductions. But she steeled herself against it. She had to hold firm here. She had to.

"It's a kind of subliminal inertia. Sure, you could choose to try and fight your way out of the groove and through the untamed forest, but why would you? It's so much easier and faster to take the path of least resistance. It's so much more appealing to do as you've always done. Follow the holloway.

"Now you've been following my orders for a year, Bev. I've worn a holloway into your mind. The path of least resistance is obedience to me. You know that. And it's why it's taking you every ounce of willpower just to nod your resistance. Just to form a single word against me. Your mind wants to follow the path it knows. So when I say, 'Stand,' you say..."

"Yes, Darrin." Bev stood from her chair.

"And when I say, 'Strip to your underwear,' you say..."

"Yes, Darrin." She obeyed easily, pulling off her sweater and her jeans.

"And if I say, 'Pull one of your tits out,' you say..."

"Yes, Darrin."

Darrin nodded approvingly. He knew she wouldn't fight him on these. She'd obeyed him in far lewder commands over the last year.

"So, Beverly, when I say, 'Help me hypnotize your daughter so she can be just like you,' what do you say?"

Bev was stuck. She could see the path he'd spoken of in her mind. She knew the inertia of her own obedience was too much to overcome. There was only the path he'd worn into her now.

"Yes, Darrin. I will help you hypnotize my daughter."

He smiled. "That's better, Bev. And the next time you think about responding to any of my commands with anything other than 'Yes, Darrin,' remember your path through the forest and the deep holloway that you've worn into your own resistance. It's so much easier to just obey. Now lose the rest of the clothes. We've got planning to do before her arrival."

"Yes, Darrin."

Shout out to @blog-the-third for this idea. Always happy to walk your groove.

Thanks for reading! If you are a fan of my work, consider buying me a coffee. Any contribution is insanely appreciated. 💖

[colormush]

[rrregalia]

You are a toy.

You are a toy.

You are a toy.

You are a toy.

You are a toy.

You are a toy.

You're nothing but a toy. A masturbation addicted toy. A little porn doll made to be used by a superior. Your life is not your own, your mind is not your own.

You don't think, because you don't need to. You simply act, you simply obey.

Remember, don't think, just do.

Don't think, just do.

Don't think, just do.

Don't think, just do.

Don't think, just do.

Don't think, just do.

Don't think, just do.

Thinking is for smart men. You're just a dumb little girl. A cute little puppy.

My cute little puppy. Mine, and mine alone.

You don't need to think, don't be silly.

You're just my cute toy. All mine. No one else's~

Remember.

Don't.

Think.

[swirlsandtwirls]

I lostttack of how many times i looped this 🤤🫠

Sink

Focus on the center...

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[thelastmesmerist]

Pressing Her Trance Button

She's hypnotized to drop into an instant trance whenever she presses a hypnotically installed button on her forehead.

[saphig-iawn]

Creative Collaboration in Kink

I have just begun my first short story commission.

I am very excited, as is my client.

When interests align, the yes-and process of fleshing out a spark of an idea into a story with weight and promise and enticement is just so incredibly fun.

I am so excited for what we have planned, and I am so happy that I will be able to share the story with you all too.

I'm used to collaborating in other creative fields, and wow does it hit differently in this kink community. Everything is laced with vulnerability and intimacy in a way that nothing else is.

This story isn't just an exploration of kink with a goal to entertain. Its an exploration of someone's emotions, someone's feelings, all mapped out and made accessible.

It takes things we feel deep down and attempts to chart them so that others may resonate with it.

I cannot wait for you all to read it.

[qu1etdays]

Starting off great.

📸: @sweetn0va

[hypno-butch]

Immmm must obey yrsss

Why fight the urge?

When you could become the good girl you were always meant to be.

Simply, relax. Temper your breathing. Make it consistent, focus on it as you dim your thoughts. Stop thinking, a good girl doesn't need to think.

Remember, don't think, just do. That's the core principle a good girl must always abide to.

Just admit it, it makes you wet and horny when you think about becoming a mindless puppy. Why not simply become it?

Continue relaxing. Just sit down in a comfortable position. Breathe in for 4 seconds, hold your breath for just 4 seconds, then breathe out for 4 more seconds, and finally hold it again for 4 seconds. Repeat that pattern until you feel calm and nice. This is called box breathing, darling, and while it's normally used to manage stress and anxiety, today we will be using it to help you relax enough to empty your mind.

Keep breathing, do it gently, think of nothing but these words.

You want to be a good girl.

You want to be owned.

You want a Superior to guide you.

To order you.

To use you.

You will be a good girl.

You will become a good puppy.

You will obey your Master.

It's good to be a dumb puppy.

You want to be a dumb puppy.

You will become a dumb puppy.

There you go, that's a good girl! You are doing so well!

Keep focusing on me, and only me.

Keep re-reading this post. Make sure it's stuck into your mind. You will become a dumb, mindless little puppy, and you will be the happiest you've ever been.

[butchinmotion]

Pretty in pink don’t think just sink