#mindfuck

[redwinesupernova22]

i should just put on a vr headset with a brainwashing spiral and masturbate to erotic hypnosis for an entire day

[fuckm34t]

im so tired of being strong. i need someone to set me up with a fucking machine and brainwashing helmet so i never have to think ever againnn....feeling my brains dimming and shutting off as the helmet slides something into my ear.... no longer burdened with horrible thoughts, just drooly dumb and happy

[jadedwoman]

🖤 here's something I have wanted to try. Mindfucking someone. Not as in just brainwashing them, but sliding my cock into their brain. Fucking away their thoughts with each thrust, literally replacing their brain with cock. That's all you need to think of after all, breath in my scent as it fills your head, claiming you as mine, my Fleshlight. So go on, let me fuck your head, let me make you mine, I promise you will enjoy it~

[directorafterdark]

good boys obey

good boys relax <3

Hi good boy <3 please relax

[obeymisslexyhypnoyou]

I said you drool and feel weak hehe

😈😵‍💫

[toythrob]

Once I‘m in control of your orgasms, I can always find a reason to keep you denied even longer.

Are your panties already soaking wet at the thought of being denied? If it turns you on so much, you clearly need to be denied. Your pussy wouldn’t be this wet if you didn’t want to have your orgasms taken away, would it?

But if you stayed completely dry…well then I guess you‘re not really desperate enough and don’t need to cum today.

[dommebigmommyy]

Send a dm to be humiliated 😂😂little one

[wanderingwitch69]

mhm~ I need this~

Brain Stuff. You’re hunched over your desk, the glow of your laptop screen casting shadows across your cluttered apartment. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, ready to type the next paragraph of your dissertation — something about neural plasticity in machine learning models. It’s brilliant stuff, the kind of work that’s gotten you whispers of “genius” from your PhD advisors. You’re in the zone, your brain firing on all cylinders, when the front door clicks open.

“Hey, babe,” comes his voice, low and casual, like he doesn’t know what it does to you. Your boyfriend steps inside, shedding his jacket. He’s got that easy grin, the one that makes your stomach tighten. You glance up, meaning to say something sharp and witty, but he’s already peeling off his shirt, revealing the lean muscle underneath. Your mouth goes dry. The words you were about to type — something about synaptic pruning — slip away like sand through your fingers.

“Missed you today,” he says, crossing the room. He’s close now, close enough that you can smell the faint spice of his cologne. Your pulse kicks up, and you try to focus on the screen. You’re a goddamn scholar, you can handle this. But then he leans over your shoulder, his breath brushing your ear, and says, “What’s my smart girl working on?”

Your brain stutters. “Uh… it’s, um…” You squint at the screen, but the words lose their meaning. Neural what? Plasticity? Fuck, you know this. You wrote fifteen pages on it yesterday. His hand slides onto your shoulder, thumb brushing your neck, and your IQ takes a nosedive. “It’s… brain stuff,” you manage, voice small. You hate how stupid you sound, how you can feel your own brilliance leaking out of you as he closes the distance.

He chuckles, soft and loving, and that sound alone makes your thighs clench. “Brain stuff, huh? Tell me more.” His fingers dip lower, tracing the edge of your tank top, and you try — God, you try — to string a sentence together. “It’s about… how brains… change?” Your voice lilts up like a question, and you want to scream. You’re not some ditzy undergrad; you’re a fucking PhD candidate. But his hands are on your chest now, cupping you through your shirt, and your thoughts scatter like dropped marbles.

“C’mon, babe,” he teases, turning your chair to face him. “You’re usually so quick.” He’s smirking, and you hate how much you love it. You open your mouth to snap back, to prove you’ve still got it, but then he’s kissing you — hard, messy, all tongue and heat — and your mind goes blank. Not fuzzy, not slow, just empty. You kiss him back, hands fumbling to his waist, and all you can think is cock. One word, looping like a broken record.

He pulls you up, backing you toward the couch, and you trip over your own feet. Normally you’d curse yourself for being clumsy, but right now you just giggle — high pitched, brainless. “You’re so hot,” you blurt, and it’s the most coherent thing you’ve said in minutes. He grins, shoving his jeans down, and when you see him— hard, thick, right there — your knees buckle. You drop to the cushions, staring up at him, mouth slack. You should be analyzing data right now, not drooling like some horny idiot.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mutters, climbing over you. His hands yank your shorts off. You’re already so wet. You try to focus, one last chance to claw back a shred of intellect. “Wait, I — I need to finish—” you start, but then he’s pushing inside you, slow and deliberate, and the rest of the sentence evaporates. Your head lolls back, a moan spilling out instead. You feel him stretch you, fill you, and your brain shuts down completely. “Oh… oh God,” you whimper, legs wrapping around him on instinct.

He starts moving, thrusting deep, and you’re gone. No more dissertation, no more research — just his cock, slamming into you, turning you into a panting, writhing mess. “Tell me something smart,” he pants against your neck, mocking you now, and you want to, you need to, to prove you’re not this dumb slut he’s turning you into. “Th-the brain… it… f-fuck, it d—” You can’t finish. Every thrust scrambles your thoughts more, until you’re babbling nonsense, hips bucking to meet him.

You’re frustrated, somewhere deep down, because you know this isn’t you. You’ve presented at conferences, dismantled arguments from tenured professors, but right now you can’t even remember your own name. “Please,” you gasp, not sure what you’re begging for — him to stop, or keep going, or something else entirely. He grabs your hips, angles himself deeper, and you stop caring. “Sho… haaard…” you slur, drooling over the syllables, “sho… deeeep…”

He laughs, a low rumble. “That’s my girl. Just let go.” And you do, you can’t hold on anymore. He fucks you harder, faster, and you’re nothing but heat and need, whimpering every time he bottoms out. Your nails dig into his back, and you’re close — so close — then he groans, loud and guttural, and you feel his hot cum pour into every crevice. You climax alongside each other.

It’s instant. The second his cum hits you, it’s like a switch flips. Your vision clears, your breathing steadies, and your brain kicks back into gear. Synaptic pruning. Neural plasticity. Machine learning models. You blink up at him, still slick with sweat, and push him off with a shaky hand. “Rude,” you say, voice sharp again. He flops beside you, grinning, while you stagger to your desk, naked, his cum dripping down your thigh. You sit down, pull up your dissertation, and start typing like nothing happened — sentences crisp, ideas flowing.

“Welcome back, genius,” he calls, still sprawled on the couch, annoyingly smug. You don’t even look at him, but your lips twitch. Just ignore him, you’re back, and you’ve got work to finish. At least until he gets hard again.

[pocket-watcher]

The problem about hypnokink is I feel like I’m picky about what gets me going. Like, it’s oddly specific. Hypnosis as a whole is great, but there are specific things that turn me on. I almost can’t verbalise exactly what it is but damn does my body go: not this. Nope. Nada. Nothing. THIS! THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS.

[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.

[jadecaps]

Have you been a good girl?~ 💗

[justsayyes1]

New Year New You

Welcome to the new year. Where you can reset your life, reset your mind, and reset your wants and desires.

Become the you that you always dreamed you could be.

I know last year was such a tough year for you, for everyone. So much anxiety, so much stress, but it’s time to leave that in the past, leave the stress and worry there, and just relax.

Let go.

And BAMBI SLEEP.

That’s it, just drip and drop, float and drift, down and down and down, deep into your happy, sleepy, blank bliss.

Picture all your thoughts, all your memories, absorbed into pretty pink bubbles. Absorbed so easily, sucking them in. Making your head feel so floaty and relaxed. Your mind so empty and free.

With every blink, these bubbles POP inside your mind.

With every POP, you feel happier, giggly, and vacant.

GIGGLE TIME.

Every blink POPING inside your mind, uncontrollably.

You can try to resist, but blinking just feels soooo good.

With every blink, every POP, your mind feels so much lighter, and your eyes feel glassy and blank.

Just smiling so sweetly now, giggling away into thoughtless bliss.

Each pop making you SNAP AND FORGET your old life, SNAP AND FORGET the last year. All that anxiety, all that responsibility.

Ready for your new life in 2025. Ready for the new you.

Your mind so vapid and empty now. No more thoughts, not even memories.

You SNAP AND FORGET. And each time you try and chase them, they just slip even further from your reach. Like grasping at pretty pink fog.

All that is left, is my voice, my words, guiding you into a new you.

GOOD GIRL.

So deep, so empty.

You are ready to accept the new you. The new you who is happier, healthier, and more fulfilled than ever. A new you who finds their final purpose in obedience, in following, just like you are now, sweetie.

I’m so proud of you already.

You follow incredibly well, and doesn’t it already feel so good?

Not to have to think for yourself, burdened by the weight of choice, of consequence. You just happily smile and DROP FOR COCK at a snap of my fingers.

This new year, it’s time to embrace what makes you happy. It’s time to embrace who you really are.

If you think blondes have more fun, do it.

If you desire to be more pleasing, get nice those nice big cock pillows you’ve always dreamed of.

If you simply want to find bliss, cut through all the complexity of life through simple obedience.

No more hesitation, no more apprehension, don’t think, thinking has only brought you stress, just follow and obey.

Let my words, let these images, burn into your brain, shape you, inspire you. Moulding you into the pretty pink princess you’ve always dreamed of being. Absent of thought, you just follow and accept GOOD GIRL

Be the new you, the best you.

Be a GOOD GIRL. Let go.

Do what makes you truly happy. Do what makes you a good little BIMBO DOLL.

[obeymisslexyhypnoyou]

You love it hehe, don’t you deny 🫵🏻

🐮🐮

🤤

[lilmissblissedout]

drrroooooop

🤤

[ironskyfinder]

The typical weight of the female human brain is, on average, around 2.64lbs.

The typical weight of a single 38C/36D sized breast is, on average, around 1.5lbs.

If that’s you, or if you have even bigger tits - congratulations! You literally have more boobs than brains.