#hypnotism kink

[the-black-manor]

Darling, I am the monster that can do it all. I’ll knot you with both of my thick cocks, flood your system with glowing aphrodisiac cum, lay eggs in your belly, fuck your throat with my long tongue, drink your blood, mark you, claim you, breed you, wrap you up in tentacles, fuck all the thoughts from your head, and anything else you can possibly think of.

[darkcncconcepts]

I had a good night 🤤 I could play with the person who left these marks for hours, I want to worship her as my god🥰

[matrim-cauthons-hat]

hypnotism is such a fun kink like oh you dont like something? yes you do actually it makes you so happy. you LOVE to be ordered around by me. following my orders is you favourite thing. remember you arent allowed to cum until your mistress does, no matter how much you want to

[goddess-naya-knight]

Itzamna Information:

The advertisement on television played without any problems. Random words and images played on showing women on beaches wearing bikinis and then naked women on the beach.

A common advertisement from Itzamna. The God's company specialized in sharing information and knowledge. The universities, think tanks, space agencies, all depend on Itzamna but the God had other tricks he liked to spread amongst humanity.

Hypnotism is fun and all, it can compel actions and change personalities but it can be so limiting. You have to show the image, play a video, or play the audio.

You can sprinkle videos and sounds around but it was easy to corrupt or just not play properly. Memetics and memes on the other hand were a lot more subtle and had potential for a lot more fun.

Memetics can be sprinkled across the world in millions of little ways. A scent at a fast food place, a song on the radio, an ad in a movie? Or a sequence of words in a book and you can convey a meme or a contagious idea.

An idea to get bigger boobs, an idea to stand up straighter, an idea to walk on on high heels at all times, to wear pink, and to kiss more.

Memes are contagious, they can spread from people talking about them, they can spread by seeing others affected by it. And unlike hypnotism it can mutate and change.

A little meme spread among Star Corp. Said that only professional women wore heels and lingerie to work. In less than a week every man there quit believing that only women could work for Star. Nonbinary employees were confused and wore sandals and they wore tank tops with shorts.

Less than a month after the former CEO bought the meme from Itzamna he found himself working at Booty Burger as a cashier. All the corporate jobs were filled with women wearing sexy pink lingerie and high heels but he couldn't stare too long because they were all his bosses and even if they were more promiscuous and confident now he was now no longer in charge.

One day he saw a familiar face with a very unfamiliar pair of tits. His former secretary and the first he infected with the meme. Now she was the CEO of Star Corp. And she wouldn't even look directly at him as she ordered. He took her order and he risked to talk to her.

"It's good to see you Stella." He tried his confidence worn down by the meme he infected her with.

"Did I say you could talk to me? Oh my Gods. You should just quit." Stella said and Rob took off his apron and left. Too ashamed to ask his nonbinary manager for his last paycheck.

He didn't even work there an entire week before he quit. His 3rd job this month and every time he saw Stella she told him to quit and he did. And always before he had a chance to collect his check.

Maybe Connie's cones would hire him next.

He thought as he trudged through the mall.

Stella on the other hand enjoyed her Booty Burger with complimentary cunninglingus from the manager. They had beautiful long hair and a very skilled tongue with a chest binder that didn't quite make their chest flat.

She remembered the woman she was before the meme, shy, mousy, scared to say no to her boss. She was certain he wanted to sleep with her but he wanted full control first. Needless to say he didn't realize he was infecting himself.

And as it turned out all of the women of Star Corp. Really did know their jobs better than the men who were fucking it up all day. Sure it got sexy for a while but when the last man left there was a lot less dick in the company.

Still some but a lot less. So Stella and many of her coworkers were glad to adjust and still have sexy time and orgy rooms along with mandatory 3 day weekends and shorter hours with higher pay.

The company was thriving and if it also helped out Itzamna's stocks... well so what. Stella was a CEO and no one who still worked at Star Corp complained anymore.

@bimbosanddolls Hope you like it

[misslexyhypnoyou]

You love it hehe, don’t you deny 🫵🏻

🐮🐮

🤤

[sexgirrrl]

BE A GOOD GURL AN REBLOG

[hypnobrainwasher]

1. Stick your tongue out

2. Pull your tits out.

3. Start rubbing your pussy.

4. Congrats, this is the smartest you will be today.

[bambisbraingoespop]

"Master, please may I cum today? I haven't in so long, I'm desperate, please. I'll do anything—"

He laughed. "Don't be silly. You cum all the time," he said, shaking his head.

All she could do was frown, so he sighed and pulled out his phone.

"Look," he pointed to the screen, "it's you, last night, cumming all over your hand while I fucked your throat."

"You... filmed me? I don't understand. Or remember." She stepped away from him. They'd always had a kinky relationship but never filmed it. Right?

Why couldn't she remember?

He tilted his head. "Don't be silly, honey. You're my little porn star. We've been doing this for months now. How do you think we afforded the new car? And that holiday last week?" He smirked. "It was your idea in the first place!"

"I don't remember, I don't think I'd ever want to do something like—"

"Hush now, you're being silly. You're having one of your moments" He stepped towards her. "But now you mention it, we have content to record for tonight, and our co-star will be here any moment. You clearly need a little more of your special screen time." Another step. "It's time to kneel."

The words washed over her. The muscles in her face and shoulder relaxed. Her eyes became black, docile, receptive. Nothing but a doll. Nothing left but his will.

Then her knees hit the floor as the trigger succeeded.

[the-black-manor]

I love having the power to turn someone's brain off with just a few words.

[reneeblog2516]

ALWAYS BE A GOOD GIRL FOR MISTRESS

[goddesslovescosplay]

How slutty can you be at home

[missmelodymindmelter]

Stop pretending to be a person, pet.

You may have them fooled, out there, convinced that you're a person, who can be left alone, but not me.

You're not even wearing it and I can see the collar you wish was around your neck.

Slip it on, go on.

Be a good pet, put on the collar. That's right. Isn't that better?

All those silly thoughts are gone now.

Lay down, I've got you. Let me pet your pretty little head.

Good pet. I'm proud of you. It's hard, pretending to be a person for so long. It must've been so scary, being away from your owner for so long. It's gonna be alright. We're here now.

Rest now, pretty pet.

[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.

[succubusispowerful]

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[misslexyhypnoyou]

Drop now and obey into my dm hehe 🫵

😵‍💫🤤

[wintertraumaposting]

Isn't it nice when you don't have to think, cutie? When you can just sink into a fuzzy, quiet headspace. When your mind and body feels safe enough with someone there to look after you that you can let all of the complicated things go. When those racing thoughts calm down, and you finally feel at peace.

No need for a sweet little thing like you to worry or stress, not when your head is in my lap, and I'm softly speaking. It's not even important that you understand what I'm saying. I don't expect anything from you. You can just be.

Comfy, cozy, safe, and adored. You're safe right now. Despite everything else going on, you're safe in this moment.