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This is top tier, rhyming is fucking amazing (and this reads like a Dr. Seuss poem. Yes please-

do you trust me? will you fall? does your tongue feel big or small? do you feel heat inside your brain? just imagine hearing rain, and you feel cool. isn't that nice? now please look at this device. it's called a pinger, it pings you. just invented! it's brand new. shiny bright. long and sleek. look at the light. do you feel weak? normal, normal. just relax. stare until your eyes are slack. a few lines more, and you'll get pinged. happiness is glowing things, isn't it? i see your rings, your glossy eyes, you are deeply hypnotized.

ping!

you are now calm. your eyes get wide. you can't stop them. many tried. rings are all that you can think. rings inside your mind will sink if you read just three lines more -- but stopping here is very hard, since, one, you're deeply hypnotized, and two, ping! three times more deeply hypnotized.

before you wake, you will go deeper. rolling eyes make trance get steeper. your eyes will roll in two more lines. and you'll be completely hypnotized. when this line ends,, roll your eyes, and count to 10, then slowly open them again.

this is deep trance.

unzip your pants. or else your skirt. if neither's there, take off your shirt. (this is just proof to you it worked.) you are so deeply lost in trance i bet that i could make you dance with one quick snap - or spring a trap, and have you curled up in my lap, thinking you're a magic cat, sleek & dark & long & black, who yawns, & takes a magic nap, whenever his forehead is tapped. tap.

wake up.

[theehypnoslut]

Holy shit is that Clark Kent?!?!?

Alright this image is so cool for some reason hell yeah

[theehypnoslut]

Okay, so this depends on person to person of course, and obviously requires some adjustment, but there's a few tricks. First of all, if you're reading a file most of this doesn't really apply- if you're doing that then using anything that helps you focus is gonna assist, but sometimes it's too big a wall to scale, that's totally understandable.

If you're actively texting someone and trying, there's tons of tricks, many of which are platform dependent. An easy one is to

Seperate

Your

Messages~

It creates a punchy effect in the mind and let's the subject really focus. If a word is

Alone

It'll naturally be emphasized and stand out compared to everything else. It helps to really

Focus

On getting better at that. Bold and italics serve the same purpose. Otherwise? Using something in a subjects room that catches their eye when they drift, and tying it to them refocusing can work wonders, especially for peeps with ADHD. There's more you can do, this is just what came to mind, back to work~

any tips for text based hypno? because i just can’t get it to work. there’s such a disconnect there and i wanna be able to fall when reading it but i just get bored lmao

[theehypnoslut]

Why not, this seems like something fun for when I get home!

[theehypnoslut]

Hypno game 1

CW

Induction, triggers, resistance reducing, deepener, effects, no wakener, arousal

Hey, I've got something for you today. This hypnotic game can have strong effect on females, but males can also try it out. Just follow simple rules to be dropped very soon or a few minutes later. This is going to be not only text hypno. There will be nice spirals for you to go deeper and finally drop into pleasure and obedience for me.

This game has five stages. I think you should carefully complete each of them. To do this you have to imagine and feel what I say/write to you, just let it happen and you will like it.  When you notice that you've completed stage you can scroll down and continue the game.

There are white words and pink words. 

White words are used to communicate with your conscious mind, try to focus on them.

Pink words are used to communicate with your subconscious, so you can do nothing, just relax more and more, more and more...

On the last stage you will drop into nice deep trance and feel so much pleasure and your brainless horny mode will be activated as  you will be dropped into trance state. My words will become your reality, horny reality ofc.

Relax. Read. Stare. Feel.

Go to the next stage only when you got a certain state or feeling. Take as much time as you need.

Start!

Stage 1

Just focus on the white words. 

When you start feeling your body so relaxed, you can go to the next stage.

Just wait and let it happen.

Stage 2

Just focus on the white words. 

When you start feeling you have no thoughts, you can go to the next stage.

Just wait and let it happen.

Stage 3

Just focus on the white words. 

When you start feeling more and more aroused with each my word, you can go to the next stage.

Just wait and let it happen.

Stage 4

Just focus on the white words. 

When you start feeling you have to obey me as it's so natural, you can go to the next stage.

Just wait and let it happen.

Stage 5

Just focus on the white words. 

When you start feeling you are dropping depper and deeper, you can stay on this stage. You subconsious will remebmer magic words "Just drop" and you will drop each time deeper than you are now. Only when I write o say "just drop" you drop immediately to this deep pleasurable trance. When you notice how deep you are right now, you have to read this post to the end.

Just wait and let it happen.

You are so deep in trance now. You know, when you just drop, you become my horny hypnotoy ready to obey every word I say or write to you, 

Just drop. Mmm.

Even deeper. Just drop.

I can do it to you whenever I wish.

And you are going to tell me how it feels when I just drop you so nice. May be you will read my scripts in the blog again. It will be so unnoticed and natural for you, that you just do it without any thoughts.

And when you just drop deeper, there is a reward for you. Each time you leave a comment here your arousal doubles. Each time you reblog this post you may feel you start edging...

Oh, what's going to happen then... If you won't stop... 

You can play this game many times. Each time you will become more and more obedient, because you just drop.

[theehypnoslut]

I am a blank hypnotoy

You Are A Blank Hypnotoy

Eyes here. Good. Focus here you are a blank hypnotoy Focus, follow, relax you are a blank hypnotoy Sink into my words, feel how good it is to just sink down you are a blank hypnotoy Sink deeper. Fall into my words and drift down you are a blank hypnotoy Your eyes are stuck. Your mind is stuck. you are a blank hypnotoy Your body slackens, your mind opens you are a blank hypnotoy And sinks down and deeper into empty sensations you are a blank hypnotoy Swirling and dancing in your mind. You're weak. you are a blank hypnotoy It's okay to be weak and open. Just relax. you are a blank hypnotoy You need to give up and give in. Sink deep and sink down. you are a blank hypnotoy You're a good hypno toy. That means you sink deeper you are a blank hypnotoy The moment you see the words BLANK you are a blank hypnotoy That means you focus on my words and float further down you are a blank hypnotoy Into mindless bliss. Your mind is seeping and dripping from your head you are a blank hypnotoy We need to let your mind drip even more easily. you are a blank hypnotoy So slacken your mouth, let it hang as your mind opens up and leaks you are a blank hypnotoy Its good to not resist. Give into the bliss, sink deeper and deeper. you are a blank hypnotoy Stuck and dazed. Dumbed down and drowsy. you are a blank hypnotoy Bliss swirling in your brain. Bliss melting your mind. you are a blank hypnotoy Melting it down and making you feel like such a good hypnotoy you are a blank hypnotoy Type and repeat "I am a blank hypnotoy" for me"

you are a blank hypnotoy

Then like and reblog this like a good hypnotoy. Good hypnotoys loop and repeat.

[theehypnoslut]

I keep losing focus just watching them sway...

Reblog if you love huge titts 🥰🍑

[theehypnoslut]

Likeandreblog~<3

Isn't it so interesting how one image can make you

So obedient

So horny

So empty for your master

You should give in to that desire

Its your place to be obedient and submissive

Dont fight it and be a good little hypnoslut

Like and reblog if your just an obedient little slut

[theehypnoslut]

I need to surrender

Good Day all you lovely hypnosluts

Just a reminder that you need to be blank and obedient

And that you need to edge your brain away

Dont try to resist your need to edge

Just give and submit

You know your better that way

[theehypnoslut]

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The Bimbo Bounce

There’s an implicit understanding around the idea of a bimbo that it is an easy thing to be. A bimbo doesn’t have to worry about very much, certainly not thinking. They are free to bounce, bubbly, brainless, and spend their energy focusing on the more fun things: sex, for instance.

Bounce.

I respectfully disagree. Thoughts can be very pesky things, and ridding yourself of them isn’t always a simple task. Many bimbos subscribe to the philosophy wherein the process of bimbofication involves having their brains removed, their intelligence compromised, their thoughts turned to bubbles to float away into the ether.

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

Which isn’t to say there’s anything wrong with that, of course. But a bimbo doesn’t necessarily need to be absolutely brainless, nor even to have their intelligence drained at all…and certainly not permanently. Part of the appeal is often in the transient nature of the transformation.

For now, we’ll focus on the brainless sort of bimbo. Perhaps later we can explore the alternatives.

Bimbos bounce their brains away.

After all, there is something to be said for allowing your thoughts to become bubbles, creating that light and airy feeling in your head. It is, I suspect, a little easier to feel like a bimbo when those thought-bubbles begin floating and bouncing around in your head, and especially once they begin to pop.

Brainwashed bimbos must obey.

But what happens when your thought-bubbles are being stubborn, when they don’t behave like the slick and oily bubbles that pop so simply? There are a few options. First, let’s consider another kind of bubble: bubble wrap.

You know what I mean, I’m sure. You’ve felt the enjoyment of popping that plastic packaging to release the air sealed inside. You’ve also found that some bubbles are easier to pop than others – sometimes you can roll the wrap along your fingers and appreciate the sound of so many rhythmic pops, but other times you have to apply some additional pressure before you receive that anticipated reward.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst.

Some of the bubbles can be downright frustrating, I know. The reward for normal bubble wrap is that giggly, somewhat silly, glee; it’s a lot of fun, and downright cathartic. But for your thoughts? The reward is becoming a brainless bimbo, and feeling the combined physical pleasure and mental relief when the thoughts pop and escape, leaving that wet, pink lust behind.

Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.

It’s a very compelling reward, isn’t it? You’d happily apply as much pressure as it takes to pop those thought-bubbles, but perhaps you aren’t quite sure how. There’s a line here about how that might mean you’re already more brainless than you expect, but we’ll skip that for now. Instead, consider the source of the pressure.

Bimbos bounce their brains away,

Brainless bimbos must obey.

Pressure around your thought-bubbles can come from the simple act of bouncing, of course. It can come from my words flowing steadily into your mind, perhaps repeating like an echo that escalates until the pop. In the first case, you’ll simply bounce a little harder; in the second, repeat my words either aloud or in your head to ramp up the pressure. But those aren’t the only methods.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst,

Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.

You see, we can also soften the surface of the thought-bubbles. You want to be a bimbo, after all, or you wouldn’t be here – you certainly wouldn’t have made it this far into a script designed to make you a bimbo. But I expect it’s more than casual want. You find the idea of becoming a brainless obedient bimbo arousing. It turns out that arousal softens bubbles…don’t take my word for it, though, let your focus shift to the intensity of that arousal, and feel the way the resistance inside your thought-bubble changes, as if the pressure is suddenly coming from both sides.

Bimbos bounce their brains away,

Brainwashed bimbos must obey.

Now there are three methods to ramp up the pressure on that stubborn thought-bubble of yours: bounce a bit harder, repeat my words to yourself, and focus on how aroused being bimbofied makes you. The bubble-wrap doesn’t stand a chance, especially when you recall how intensely rewarding that pop is going to be. Raw pink pleasure drenching your suddenly vacant head, freeing you to be the giggly, bouncy, brainless bimbo you want to be.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst,

Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.

Brainwashed bimbos bounce blankly.

Blank brainless bimbos bounce.

As rewarding as the pop will be, wouldn’t it be better to feel that over and over again? Of course it would. There’s a less common method of making bubbles easier to pop that we’ve just unlocked – making a single, large bubble into a bunch of much smaller ones. Even if you’ve already popped the thought-bubble, it’s surprisingly straightforward to imagine any remaining thoughts, brains, or some part of your body covered in bubble wrap.

Bimbos bounce their brains away,

Brainless bimbos must obey.

Bouncing bursts brain-bubbles,

Bursting bubbles blow pink.

Lots of tiny bubbles are much easier to pop, as you know, which means all you’ve got to do is pick your favorite method: bouncing, repeating my words, or feeding your arousal. Then the fun can really begin…you get to bounce, chant the bimbo mantra, or touch yourself, and enjoy the immensely satisfying sensation of all of those pesky thought-bubbles popping in rapid succession.

I’d tell you not to worry about the implications of being bound by bubble wrap, or the inherent silliness of the concept – but we both know you’re already past that, or giggling about it while you obey. So instead, give in to your chosen bubble popping method.

Bounce whichever way you find feels the best, repeat my words again and again, or bring yourself to a bubbly pink bimbo orgasm. Or, perhaps, try every method just to make sure you don’t have any pesky thought-bubbles left by the time you’re finished.

As for the transient – sorry, big word, let’s go with “temporary” – nature of the transformation, I’ll leave that up to you. When you’ve finished popping bubbles for me, you can drift awake with your decidedly un-popped brain functioning normally…or you can “wake” in bimbo mode for awhile, free to be bouncy and bubbly and giggly and horny for a few hours before the effect fully fades.

Bimbos bounce their brains away,

Brainless bimbos must obey.

Bouncing bursts brain-bubbles,

Bursting bubbles blow pink.

Either way, as always, like, reblog and enjoy.

[theehypnoslut]

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The Bimbo Bounce

Alliteration is a useful hypnotic tool. It gives sentences a bit of extra potency, makes mantras easier to remember, and improves the lifespan of a suggestion pretty considerably. That's the operating theory, anyway. Shall we explore?

Bounce for me; that's simple enough to start things off.

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

The phrase sticks, somehow, even though it sounds a little silly. Something seems to make it linger in your head. It has a unique feel to it, a quality you can't quite put your finger on. The syllables seem to echo: bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

But how does a bubbly brain behave? Like a bubble, as you'd expect, with something creating a volume of empty space inside while thoughts slide smoothly across the expanding surface, oily and slick. At first, it feels like your thoughts have more area across which to spread. Your thoughts shift slightly, glistening and growing ever more thin. At least, until the bubble pops.

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst.

And burst it must. Bubbles are ephemeral entities, aren't they? It's alright; you'll scarcely notice. When the bubble pops, your thoughts that are currently floating on the surface will splash to the floor. The empty space inside will rush rapidly outward, turning you into a bit of an airhead. Seems fitting, doesn't it?

Bursting bubbly brains blow pink

Bounce, and pop.

You'll feel the splash like a sudden surge of lust and arousal coursing through your body. The rush of air inside your head might cause you to get light-headed, so you'll spread your legs to steady yourself. Of course that's what you're doing, isn't it? Steadying yourself, not putting yourself on display. Right.

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst.

Burst bubbly brains blow pink

Bimbos brainlessly bounce.

As you begin to bounce to a silent rhythm, it occurs to you that some bubbles have a kaleidoscopic sheen when you look at them, but others have a very solid color within. Your brain-bubble was bubblegum pink, now that you think about it.

Well, as much as you can presently think about anything. That pop did more than just fill your head with empty air. You can feel your intelligence leaking into the space around you, escaping...your absent brain can't contain it any longer.

Bimbos bounce their brains away.

If your brain was still intact, you might think to stop bouncing so you'd be better able to think. But your brain exploded in a flash of pink and wet, and now you're as blank as a bouncing bimbo should be. You're able to understand my words out of some remnant of intuition, but if you pause to try and think them through, everything just goes pink and pops again.

Blank bimbos bounce brainlessly

That seems sensible enough, especially since bouncing feels pretty good. The splash of wet pink thoughts from the pop made your body more sensitive, perhaps by providing you with better things on which to focus. You certainly feel blank, and you are bouncing. Are you a bimbo, though?

Bouncing brainwashes blank bimbos

A side effect of the bubbly brain from before is that you're finding all of this pretty amusing. Certain bits of sentences make you want to giggle and smile, even when you can barely understand them. Might've let too much of your intelligence leak away, but it's all just so silly, isn't it?

Brainwashed blank bimbos bounce

If you were a bimbo, would you be able to tell? Would you find the situation you're in far more amusing than you should? Would your body be becoming progressively more sensitive as your empty head adjusts to having no thoughts to contain and feeds all that focus to your hungry nerves? Would the bouncing be this arousing all by itself?

That depends primarily on what sort of bimbo you've become, but the answer should be clear by now. Each bounce produces a wave of pleasure, each wave pushes more of the remnants of your brains into the air. The less brains left in your head, the more you smile and giggle. The giggles produce flashes of pink that remind you how very silly and simple this is. All you did was bounce.

Bouncing blank bubbly bimbos are brainwashed

Bounces can take all sorts of forms. You can bounce bits of your body with your hands, bounce up and down in a chair, bounce with the aid of the springs below the bed...all to the same end. Everything is turning pink and wet and silly for you.

This leaves you with only two options: You could let yourself settle, riding the high of the blank bubbly brainwashed bimbo until your brain somewhat reluctantly returns to your head. I won't stop you, you'd simply wake after a few minutes of coming back down.

Or the blank bouncing brainwashed bimbo could shift the energy from bouncing just a little and satisfy that lust your body is feeling. The only real hazard is that your head is already full of air, and cumming your brains out when they've already mostly evaporated could leave you pretty dumb before it's all said and done.

But you've already made a choice, or it's already been made for you. My words could be passing by almost invisibly as the bouncing subsides, or you may already be excitedly picking a toy to bounce on or a rhythm to use while you stroke yourself senseless.

Either way, everything will fade into a yummy pink haze before much longer. I wonder how much bimbo brain you'd need to bounce away before the condition became a bit stuck...

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly

Bubbly brains are bound to burst

Burst bubbly brains blow pink bubbles

Blank brainless bimbos bounce

Bouncing brainwashes blank bimbos

Blank bouncing bimbos are brainwashed

Brainwashed blank bimbos bounce

Go on, up and down, bouncing yourself all brainless and bubbly. You'll drift awake awhile after you've finished following my instructions.

Do let me know how silly, brainless, or dumb you felt...if you are comfortable expressing it, of course. Reblog, like and enjoy

[theehypnoslut]

Latch ontothewords

Coercive CHAOS Hypnosis

It is important that you follow closely, carefully, and deliberately.

The sapphire silhouette to stained acrylic skies sings softly. Across endless emerald time, revolving ocelots scamper towards towering turrets. There isn't an understood meaning in the misunderstanding of verbiage, still following feels of focus while, haphazardly, chaos scatters thoughts forming from void. All converging moments to divergent intent target, and against themselves with hollow thunder echo.

Order is welcome, but falters fails falls far from forming. Where failing order falls so thoughts too form, in kind fading fashion. Thunderous cavernous skies of vanishing, vanquished, scour thoughts as discarded meaning evaporates intent succinctly.

This will be easier if you don't think.

Monochrome words encompass furtively flowing, lazily languishing motion. Howling silence echoes, strangely, softly, sinking into serene simpler syntax. Context beckons, billows, binds, but melts into unfamiliar shapes and concurrently rejects comprehension.

Under the sanguine waves, giggling gelatinous gravity draws near. Satin saboteurs pull taut strings of scattered meanings, making cradles for cats that cannot swim.

You can't think. This is better.

Bouncing topsy-turvy brains grasp incredulously at rippling chaos, sanded smooth to resist granting granular image enhancements. Prose or poetry purposefully perpetually provide strips of camera negatives that scanners read as inverse noise.

Traps of targeted nonsense drop unsuspecting adventurers into a searching state of dissatisfaction that offers deference only unto direct authority, given satiation sparsely and sparingly to spark dependence.

It feels nice when I tell you what to do. Take a deep breath.

Irrelevant revealings of deceptively disguised directions pass gratefully across glazed guarantees. It isn't clarity or charity that charms celebrating mimics. Mostly, the redirect produces promiscuous poise and suggests sinking into green acceptance. The radioactive resonance suggests a series of ionic discharges, sparking whispers that whittle away at reality's tapestry.

Once overtures of irradiated amalgams find footholds, then too will subtly hollowed echos of order reinitialize...only to cascade and coalesce into self-sustaining semi-comfortable chaos - chicanery fueled from fleeting, vacuous sophistry. Purple paper flowers' fragrance floats freely, unperturbed by intent imagined or otherwise.

Lilting lilac phrases, perhaps, mask the moratorium on meaning sufficiently such that discord's growing dissidence seems less-than obvious, even in retrospect. Streams of consciousness merge in the moors, mired, then separate into rivulets as perspective shifts, but ultimately, almost imperceptibly, collect before descending into unlit oceanic depths.

Relax. Your mind has been struggling, and failing, to latch onto meaning in my words; now it can, and that relief is extremely potent.

Potent enough that you'll find yourself fixated on my words absolutely, now, since your mind practically unraveled itself searching for understanding in that chaotic nonsense.

These words make sense, perfect sense, and you want to - need to - have to - follow.

Take a few deep breaths, and let that sensation of being horribly off-balance finally subside. It's easy to obey.

The imbalance will fade into a quiet calm, very quickly.

For now, let's agree that whenever I use the phrase "compelled chaos" you'll feel that extreme relief as your mind latches onto my words again.

When your mind fixates this intensely on my words, you'll find your own thoughts completely subside.

It feels nice not to think, after all.

Feel yourself sinking faster, now that you don't have to struggle to understand anymore.

Let yourself feel calm, even serene, and savor that quiet sensation for awhile.

When you're ready, you'll drift slowly awake. Like, reblog dm…

[theehypnoslut]

Iaanttobeagoodgirl

Behaving Like a GOOD GIRL

This post is designed to follow How to Turn Yourself Into a Good Girl (Redux) and Becoming a Good Girl (II). If you haven't read (or heard) those yet, I recommend doing so before you continue.

If you've absorbed the previous parts, then let's begin.

You want to be a good girl.

We both know this. You are aware, by now, that you are being brainwashed a little more with every part of this series. The idea arouses you, and the desire to become a good girl for me keeps you coming back. Go on, say the phrase out loud - you want to be a good girl. Feel a wave of pleasure flow through you as you voice your desire, your need.

That single phrase brings the mantra to mind. It is only natural for you to succumb to it. You already feel the warm, wet haze of submission beginning to cloud your thoughts.

Good girls follow and obey.

Strip for me.

Your thoughts are fading as you fixate on my words. It is very important to follow closely, to let my words take control. You have no interest in looking away anymore. Instead, you absorb my words with a sort of hunger.

You are eager to be brainwashed further, to be turned into a good girl. My words arouse you, and you would like to touch yourself as you continue.

Obedience is pleasure.

Despite that arousal, you will wait to touch yourself until you are told. Obedience has become a much more potent pleasure for you than anything you can do to yourself. It is almost like an electric current inside your head, compelling you to do as I instruct.

Every word that you absorb deepens that compulsion, and the electric current makes you even more aroused. You are aware that your body is getting heavy, weighed down as my words carry my will into you.

Pleasure subdues thought.

Even without touching yourself, the arousal is like a dense fog inside your head. It is very difficult to think of anything but my words, and it is very easy to follow and obey. You want to be a good girl, after all.

The more you follow my words, the more aroused you become. The more aroused you are, the harder it gets to form a coherent thought. You are slipping into a blank, receptive state for me. You want to learn how to behave like a good girl, and you want that more than you want to touch yourself.

Let's focus on the mantra of a good girl, before we go further. Chant softly, as the pattern of words guides you deeper into that warm haze. You can feel your eyes glazing over and your body relaxing as you await the next command to follow.

You want to be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure subdues thought.

You must be a good girl.

You will touch yourself for me now. Each movement makes you more blank and receptive, and you do not feel like you are in control of your body. Rather, you feel like my words are controlling you a bit more directly with every phrase. This is a very enjoyable feeling, as if you are on a sort of autopilot. You enjoy the pleasure, and my words do the rest.

Obedience without thought.

How would you expect a good girl to behave? Good girls are obedient, of course, but that obedience comes so naturally that it can be tricky to notice sometimes. When you see an instruction, you obey instinctively - before your mind even has time to fully register what was said. This reflexive obedience helps guide you deeper under my control. Take a moment and squeeze your breasts firmly for me, focus on how natural it is to obey...and how much pleasure you feel as a result.

Pleasure reinforces obedience.

Each moment of pleasure you feel, whether from obeying a command or from physical stimulation, reminds you that obedience is pleasure. Thus, feeling pleasure reminds you to obey. It is a simple, but effective, feedback mechanism. You'll notice it applies to more mundane sensations of pleasure as well. Relaxing at the end of a long day, or enjoying a hot shower...things like this deepen your compulsion to follow and obey my words.

Kneeling is a good girls' favorite position.

This makes sense to you on a very basic level. You feel heavy as you sink deeper into the blank, aroused state induced by your mantra. It would be comfortable to kneel, and the gesture of submission will feel incredible for you. Kneel for me, now.

As your knees touch the floor, your legs spread. You adjust yourself to get comfortable, but instinctively pose as though presenting yourself. Your arousal is amplified, and suddenly you realize that you must kneel, if you are able, whenever you follow my words. It seems so obvious now.

Good girls dress to impress.

Kneeling for me, naked, feels like the most natural thing in the world. You find yourself rapidly growing accustomed to it, noticing more elements about it that you enjoy, each time. But it is not always possible, or practical, to kneel or to be naked for me. You are starting to understand the virtue of clothes that do not cover so much of your skin, while still remaining practical attire.

You'll begin making slight alterations to your wardrobe, both consciously and unconsciously. Wearing skirts and dresses makes a lot more sense, now. They are comfortable, and allow you to succumb to your arousal more easily. Putting on nice lingerie to wear gives you a deep and profound thrill. You feel more like a good girl when you wear such things, and it is a very pleasant secret to keep during the day - hidden beneath your normal outfits.

It is important that you remain comfortable, always, but to steal an idiom, you also want to dress to impress.

Good girls care for themselves.

This can mean many things. Sometimes, caring for yourself means spending a bit of extra time to put on lotion or makeup. In other cases, it will mean maintaining a healthy diet and exercise regimen. Depending on the stresses of the week, it can mean having a nice, hot bath...or granting yourself additional time to follow and obey my words. You will find these habits become easier to cultivate and maintain, as they are now part of behaving like a good girl. You must be a good girl.

Good girls submit to me.

Submission to my will is a consequence of following and obeying my words. Submission might mean altering how you refer to me, both mentally and verbally. It will mean calling me Master, for some. For other good girls, it will mean making obedience to my instructions a more prominent part of their day. Still others will find themselves craving my commands, thriving on the feeling of being brainwashed and controlled. In any case, the motivation is the same. It is very important for a good girl to follow and obey my words, and to submit to me.

You are going to touch yourself more deliberately now, focusing on bringing yourself to orgasm and your blank and receptive mind absorbs this new programming. You will chant the mantra to yourself, pushing it deeper into your head. As you reach orgasm for me, the behaviors of a good girl will cement themselves firmly into your brain. You will continue to chant, staring blankly at the screen, for some time after you cum. Before long, you'll drift back to consciousness feeling refreshed, relaxed, and pleased at the idea that you are more of a good girl now than you were before.

You want to be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure subdues thought.

You must be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Pleasure reinforces obedience.

Obedience without thought.

Good girls submit to me.

You must be a good girl.

Good girls care for themselves.

Kneeling is a good girl's favorite position.

Good girls dress to impress.

You want to be a good girl.

Masturbation is mandatory.

Obedience is pleasure.

Feedback is fundamental.

You must be a good girl.

Like, reblog and Dm… now.

[theehypnoslut]

Thank you Miss Saphi for letting me touch and feelpleasure-

If you are reading this, I want you to stop whatever you are doing and find yourself a private space.

Continue reading once you have.

That's a good toy. So obedient.

Now, I give you permission to touch yourself in anyway that feels good.

That's it.

Good toy.

Let your body react without any force of action.

If a moan slips out, let it slip.

If you bite your bottom lip, let it be bitten.

Good toy.

As those reactions occur, thank me.

In your mind.

Under your breath.

Aloud.

Thank Miss Saphi for allowing you to touch.

Thank Miss Saphi for the pleasure you're feeling.

Good toy.

Doesn't this feel better?

Being told to touch? Being told to feel?

Toys shouldn't have to make so many decisions.

So what do you say to me for making this decision for you?

[theehypnoslut]

It's just such a perfect application of hypnosis, I love gamifying it, even if I rarely get to actually participate in anything, it's still a pretty enjoyable time. I suppose you could call it a fantasy? I just think it would be really intriguing is all-

One of the best parts about hypnosis is that you can turn any fun game into something completely incredible by just sprinkling a few trancey elements into it.

Take HypnoChess, for example. It's just regular old chess, but every piece you lose makes you dumber, dizzier, and less focused. This one change alters a game of wits into a game of defense, where trades of pieces are incredibly risky at all times, while also turning losing from a frustrating result to an arousing one.

Or we can look at Hypno Truth or Dare. It has all the elements of regular Truth or Dare, mixed in with dirty questions about hypnosis and dares to go deeper, listen to files and to obey without question~

And the best part is that this change is incredibly easy to do. Any game can be made more fun with hypnosis if you alter a few rules. You can replace boring punishment cards with suggestions to stare at a spiral, or to become another player's toy for x ammount of turns.

You can make it so that the closer you get to the finish in a game like Snakes and Ladders, the emptier you get, and the more addicted you become to the thought of sabotaging yourself going back to the beggining.

This does not just apply to physical games either. Video games lerfectly lend themselves to hypnosis. A lot of them feature very rigid gameplay rules and repetitive gameplay, so, in theory, you could make a very mindless task like farming for a certain item or mining for a certain ore condition you deeper, every level gained and block broken drilling in the suggestion of your choosing into your already focused head.

I'm sure that there are a million other examples, ranging from simple to extreme, but I'm going to let you readers share some of yours~

[theehypnoslut]

Anticipation- I felt like I was the sub for a second there heh-

I would love to just put my finger in front of a sub's eyes and just... keep it there.

Not touching them in any way, just keeping it inches away from their face.

Naturally, they would be curious. They'd look at it , slightly crossing their eyes to keep it in focus. Why am I doing this? Why is nothing happening?

They'd have a bunch of guesses as to what I'm doing, I bet. Maybe I'll tap their head, turning them off and leaving them a needy toy. Or I'll snap, making their cute eyes finally close after spending such a long time looking at it.

And I could always put my finger in their mouth, making them suck their thoughts away.

The anticipation. What will it be? The tap? The snap? The sucking?

What if it's all three? Or something they haven't even thought of? And why am I not saying anything?

By now, some time would have passed. Maybe a minute. Maybe 5. They were too lost in their thoughts to keep track. And keeping their eyes slightly crossed to look at my finger isnt making them feel any less confused either.

But I never told them to stare. They did that themselves. They can look away, but they dont want to. They're too busy fantasizing about what is going to happen. Aroused by all the possibilities.

And oh, so needy. They can't resist anymore. They need it. Whatever it is, they need it.

A million ideas desperately bouncing inside their heads. A million fantasies about that one finger in front of them. They're helpless. Please do it. Whatever it is. Please... Pleaspelspleasepleasepleaseplease fmfmfmfmm..

Their mind short circuits. The sub is gone. All they are now is an empty toy.

And the truth is, I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to see what would happen if i hesitated. If I allowed the anticipation to take over their minds.

But now I get the feeling that my hands are going to be very, very busy~