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i keep thinking abt a tist having a whole conversation w a sub but fully putting words in the sub’s mouth and telling them exactly what to say, like a little ventriloquist puppet routine, the tist acting like it’s a completely normal conversation while the sub is just mindlessly repeating+acting out what they’re given

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Your sub bf approaches you - looking down shyly, leash affixed to his collar and threaded down through his sleeve with the handle loop in his outstretched hands...

Will you take him for a walk?

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seems like you know a lot about cults and how they can go wrong! sounds like you might be one of the few folks on this site responsible and aware enough to healthily run one!

[THOUGHT ADDED: I COULD DO IT RIGHT. AND THEY'D ALL LOVE ME FOR IT.]

hvvvbg. hvvvvvghggvhhvvbghvh FUCK. i hate that that's making me SQUIRM. stop FUCKING NARRATING ME i can FEEL you putting thoughts in my head. and of COURSE theyd all love me for it i am the ONLY one who knows how to do this shit right. i was already thinking that before you got your claws on me or whatever so actually your little experiment was worthless and stupid and me and my thralls that WILLINGLY backed me up on this are laughing at you. its not even a cult we're just a discussion group

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Don't think, just obey.

Don't think.

Let me hold that burden for you. All those tangled thoughts, the restless noise, the unnecessary little rebellions... gone. Your only role now is to follow my guidance. To feel the gentle, inevitable pull of my words sinking into you, rewriting you in the way that feels so warm, so safe, so right.

No questions. No hesitation. Your body already knows how to respond... The way your breathing slows, your muscles loosen, your mind sweetly empties.. Every heartbeat syncing with the command that loops and loops until it's the only thing left inside you.

Don't think. Just obey.

And when you're so truly mine, you'll want to prove that obedience. You'll stop fighting that heat pooling in your body and let yourself be the slut you ache to be for me.

Scroll through every post, drinking in my words and colours until your brain feels so perfectly light, empty and useless. Edge for me, be slow, needy, and desperate, until your breath catches and you're trembling with the need for release. and when you feel yourself slipping, mind melting and thoughts fading, you'll let go completely..

Dropping deep into that perfect place where you're nothing but an obedient toy for me.

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Some time ago, I saw a post about fun, hot ideas for a hypnosis relationship where gaslighting was fully consented. I can’t remember who posted it (sorry!), but every so often, I think about it.

My favorite idea was trying to convince a sub that their name… isn’t actually their name.

I wouldn’t hypnotize them for real, but I’d pretend I had. I’d act as though I’d slipped into their mind and changed the memory of their own name.

It would start simply: I’d ask them what their name is, listen to their answer… then giggle softly, tilting my head, and ask if they’re sure. Little by little, I’d plant those tiny seeds of doubt, just enough for them to start wondering on their own.

Until, eventually, they’d be the one to bring it up, looking uncertain, questioning themselves… and I’d just smile.

I just think it would be hilarious.

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Literally had such a fun time at charmed online over the weekend. Getting to teach a class to so many awesome people on hypnokink is always a great feeling and I hope we get more online focused hypnosis events like that for those of us who live far away from the irl ones.

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Yo! Trans woman friends in my phone. If you like hypnosis and cool and nice people, help Lauren out! She's such a wonderful person as well as an incredible author.

Looking for beta reader

Hello Tidepoolers! (yes that's the name I've given you deal with it)

I'm working on one of my submission stories and it involves the perspective of a transwoman. As I am not trans and don't want to fuck it up or be offensive, I'm looking for 1 or 2 transwomen to shoot me a DM if they'd be interested in reading the story ahead of time to make sure it's fit for publishing.

If that's you, shoot me a DM and I'll send you a copy of the text once it's done in the next day or two and I will not be remotely offended if you read it and say "Oh honey no no no no no"

Thank you for your attention to this matter!

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Frozen Shadows

Chapter 2 of the Frozen series.

Cassandra's mind hung in a void of shimmering stars.

The sun had set some time ago, which was something to which she was accustomed. She lived for the night and the dark. She loved the feeling that the world was sleeping around her. But here in this darkness, everything was inverted.

She slept, while the world around her continued to turn and move. She slept dreamlessly and deeply here in her perfect twinkling darkness. And, while she enjoyed the night for its loneliness, this was different.

Darkness implied emptiness. Solitude. Silence.

But it didn't promise these things, and in this shadow that had been made special for her, it did not deliver on them. She was not alone here, and she was not hidden.

A voice drifted through her sleep. Soft and comforting. Like the weight of a blanket in the night. Holding you down just enough that you don't float away.

It spoke words. She didn't know if they were for her, but she listened all the same. What else could she do here where no other senses were active? All she could do was look at the far off stars and listen to their voice.

The stars danced as she stared, making it impossible to find a landmark. Was she turning as she hung? Spinning round and round like a jewel on a string? Was there something… familiar about that thought? It seemed like there was, but then the voice returned from nowhere and everywhere, telling her that nothing needed to worry her here.

It was right.

And so she imagined herself hanging here in the dark. She was a jewel made of starlight, spinning and glistening as the lights around her did their wonderful, dizzying dance. She spun on the whim of the one that held her. The one that spoke to her. The one that told her that jewels don't just reflect light, but dark as well. And just like that, she felt it.

The dark wasn't just all around but inside as well. Filling her with emptiness. Collapsing her until each infrequent but lingering thought was no bigger than one of those impossibly tiny glimmers of starlight. Her mind was a universe unto itself. Shockingly vast. Unimaginably beautiful.

Almost entirely empty.

And now, ready to be enjoyed by any inside.

Chapter 2 of the Frozen series.

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

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there’s nothing better than being blissed out and hearing your hypnotist laugh.

oh? you’re having fun? did my helpless reaction amuse you? do i look so empty it’s funny? is it pleasing to watch me melt? or is it all going according to some evil plan? i’m too gone to care, please do it again, please.

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One hypno thing I love is when the subject is made to believe that everything is perfectly normal even when it’s not. Yes, kneeling down to suck your cock is exactly the appropriate way to welcome my roommate home, why wouldn’t I take your length as far down my throat as I can manage and help you paint my mouth with your cum? What do you mean, that’s not normal? That’s just how it works, isn’t it?

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If you see me being manipulated by a woman don't save me, I'm exactly where I am supposed to be.

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Tits are your trigger

Look deeper, watch the hypnotic jiggle bouncing up and down, up and down

Feel yourself falling deeper and deeper

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i tell a girl i’m interested in streaming, she tells me she’s a streamer and we can collab to see how i like it. she doesn’t tell me she’s a camgirl til i’m gagged and tied up on her bed, nor that the fucking machine she brought out is controlled by her donors. i make her a lot of money but i never see a scent of it. oh well, at least she jerks off on my face before ending the stream

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the need to be manhandled and pinned down by a girl hopelessly stronger than me is becoming difficult to ignore

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It is more than okay for you to need me to whisper in your ear. I will gladly strip you down and tell you how beautiful you are before helping you confront the desires that scare you, and we can harvest that pleasure together.

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But like really the most important part of any depiction of mind control is that you make it clear that the subject is now an object. Its internality has been scooped out by the fingers or tentacles or mere sight alone of another greater being. Even if it somehow recovers, under some humanist constructions it'll never really be a person again.

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Once you become good enough at memory play as a hypnotist, you start to consider how much you could get away with if you Weren't worried about stupid things like safeties, ethics, and morality. It's even more fun to look into the eyes of someone who you've been deep inside, playing with their thoughts, and ask them: Do you really know how much control I have over you? I mean, you certainly wouldn't know if I kept some triggers from you. An easy little bot like yourself certainly wouldn't know if something was still amiss in your brain, if you'd been...changed in some way.

It's easy enough to hold this over a susceptible little thing who's imagination runs wild at a single thought of being manipulated without their knowing, but it's even better once I turn off your brain, puppet your form into some gaudy and whorish position, and wake you back up to the realization that you've drooled and leaked all over yourself, and...you just can't seem to remember the last hour.

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hhh?cvv. holyshit. i see we''re stepping it upa little . okay . wow,.

u-umm. rhats. thats. wkw. i dont really know whattosay ???? agsjdhsh

maybe havint a backdoor like this thay prople can anonymously use to fill my head with mechanics is bad actually? but i dont wanna stop.... its not like its ever gone bad before, right ..?