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Funny enough I have something like this with my hypnotist, who is also now a dear friend of mine. Whenever they feel I'm overthinking to an unhealthy extreme, they'll use a trigger to get me to stop. We've established an agreement sometime ago that even if I say "no" to a trance (typically because I wouldn't want to be any kind of imposition) but they truly feel I need it, they can override my "no" and if I don't VETO they know to continue.

It's not a bad way to handle anxious thoughts....just sayin' 😁

i’m always overthinking and on edge, so i just need someone to force me down into trance until im nothing more than a moaning brainless mess

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subby vampire gf and her human blood bag who teases her when they know she hasn’t fed in a while, makes her beg and plea for just a taste of their blood, holding out until the bloodlust drives her crazy, till she’s babbling and shaking and pleading for a single drop

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Their Greatest Invention

CW: Hypnosis, Mind Alteration, Edging

This post is partly inspired by the writing style of folks like @pocket-watcher, @curiosa-hypnotica and @hypnopum . Please check them out as well and show them some love!!

Your partner was always a passionate inventor. A person who loved creating new things and tinkering with existing ones. A nerd, with a mind full of interesting ideas they wanted the world to see. They put a tremendous amount of work into making fun, useful gadgets, which they loved showing off during your hang outs.

To you, that was their hottest quality, especially since they loved to tinker with your mind as well, relaxing your brain with beautiful spirals and entrancing audios they made during their free time. It felt nice, in a way, to have this incredibly attentive and caring person by your side, changing you for the better, updating your mind to let go of stress easier and feel much more energized during the day.

So, when they told you that they made a new gadget just to toy with you, you hurried over to their house to see what it was, feeling curious, and extremely excited.

You had been there for about half an hour and they were still in their workspace, occasional sparks flying out of the garage as they applied the finishing touches to their gadget. Finally, they stepped out, dressed in a white lab coat and wearing a pair of safety goggles. For some reason, the attire aroused you.

"So, dear, are you ready to see what my new gadget does? Do be warned, it will make your mind stop working for a bit~"

You were fine with that, especially since you knew how comfortable you felt around your partner. There were so many safety nets put in place, meant to protect you from being too conditioned. They loved you for you, after all, and didn't want to change too much about your personality accidentally.

"Alright, are you ready, hun?"

You nodded, impatiently waiting to see what they had crafted for you.

From their pants pocket, they pulled out a small, rectangular device, roughly the size of iPod. It had a tiny touchscreen, filled with settings you couldn't quite read from that far away. On the lower side of the device, there was a gray button, shiny and metallic, with a beautiful spiral engraved on top.

They pointed their peculiar invention at your face, and firmly clicked the button. The noise it made echoed in your mind for a little, already making you dizzy. A nice, red laser pointed at your forehead from the top of the device, and you could suddenly feel that your mind was being pulled away. Soon, spirals began to flood your brain, the same ones that your partner had made for you before, now being beamed directly into your head.

"Yes! It works!! You see, I figured that I can use very high-pitched audio frequencies and some simple light technology to make you remember the spirals so accurately that they just start playing into your head and...."

Their voice began to blend into the background, as your body became heavier and more relaxed with each second. They knew what was going on, but they kept talking, no doubt amused by your dumb expression.

After a minute or two, they stopped, and quickly grabbed a notepad from their coat pocket. While you sat there idly, your mind lost in the spirals, they looked you up and down, writing down note after note about how your body's response to the hypnosis.

And you just sat there, dizzy and unfocused, aroused by the thought of being a test subject for them. They finished writing, and looked into your eyes, which by this point were rolling into the back of your head.

"Mind if we take this further, dear?"

You begged to go deeper, moaning and nodding along to their words. They grabbed you by your sides and gave you a deep kiss, and within an instant, your mind shattered into pieces.

Every single thought you once had, and every spiral in your head, was now replaced with a feeling of powerful arousal towards your tist. You couldn't think of anything else but obedience, and as they grabbed the device you could feel yourself prepared to do whatever they told you.

"Kneel" , they said, clicking the button again. Your body obeyed automatically, and drool fell down your chin as the clicking noise bounced around your head.

It all felt so wonderful. So incredibly arousing. Your mind felt hijacked, filled with downloaded images and programs, meant to brainwash you. It didn't help that your partner's device was loaded with settings, from simple commands to personality changes, all of which felt incredibly easy to follow.

What came after was a series of rigorous tests, to see every strength of the device. You were made to obey, each command feeling like an intense jolt of pleasure. You were posed, showing off in tons of pretty ways and feeling like the most beautiful thing in the world while doing it. Your IQ was altered, re-added and re-drained. You were even turned to a cute little maid, happily cleaning your tist's lab for them, while they jotted down page after page of notes.

In those hours, you always felt safe, knowing that you could refuse anything at any point. You felt so loved and appreciated, yet so blank and objectified. You were one of their inventions. Something that was tinkered with, and made better. More obedient. More fun.

And, fortunately, the tests kept going. You drooled all over yourself. You were made into a puppy for a bit, panting as you absent-mindedly played with a pillow. You edged as you made out with your partner, every kiss breaking you even more than the last.

The device was incredibly effective. Noises you couldn't conciously hear and electrical signals you couldn't see. The red laser, affixed to your forehead, making you stare and massaging your head. The clicks, loud and incredibly addicting, training you to respond, urging you to continue.

And then, at some point, you woke up, exactly the same as you were before.

"And that, cutie, is the save state! I can reset you to here and your mind will just return to normal! Are you enjoying these tests so far?"

You cleaned the drool off your chin and said yes. It was nice to know that all of this was temporary, and easily reversable.

"Good! Would you like to go deeper? Maybe do something more arousing?"

It took a bit for you to respond. Not because you were hesistant, but because you couldn't decide between nodding emphatically and begging on your knees. You did some weird combination of the two, which your partner thankfully found adorable.

"Aww, you're such a needy toy. Are you ready?"

You were. And with one more click, you went completely blank. There were no more thoughts, or feelings. Just a toy, ready to obey. An invention, ready to be used and tampered with. Your mind returned after a few hours, normal as ever, but until then, you were just entertainment for your tist, becoming their most treasured and beautiful gadget~

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Barbara's Moment of Clarity

It was when Steve came inside her that Barbara really and truly understood that she was never going to be able to get away from him; the jackrabbit thrusts pounding her clenching pussy were one thing, they felt good and strong and infinitely pleasurable to her hypnotized brain, but when the whole weight of his body settled onto her and she felt him straining Barbara knew exactly what it meant. He was claiming her, marking her cunt as his territory with an absolute torrent of semen, and it struck home on a powerful and primal level that she knew intuitively she wouldn't be able to overrule. Her deep self craved this, it wanted her to lie helpless with a twitching cock buried inside her, and she wouldn't be able to deny that craving very long.

It wasn't like she could even blame Steve for it. He'd hypnotized her, yes, he was the one who brought her back to the hotel room and allowed her drowsy body to flop face-down onto the mattress so he could drive his stiff prick into her, but he wasn't the one who made her enjoy it. It was Barbara's own subconscious that responded to being captured and taken and fucked by raising her hips to give him a better angle for each pounding thrust, and it was her subconscious that turned each mewling whimper into a plea for more. Something inside her, some unexamined but incredibly potent drive buried at the back of her brain, wanted nothing more out of life than to feel a man push his cock into her tight, needy cunt with urgency and lust and his full body weight, and even though it had gone undiscovered for a whole forty-two years Barbara wasn't going to be able to escape it now that it was free.

And in that instant, lying there gasping as Steve's twitching cock dumped spurt after spurt of hot, sticky jizz inside her, Barbara already knew what was going to happen. She was going to return to him again and again, each time lying to herself and pretending it was some kind of implanted hypnotic compulsion, and she was going to present her drooling cunt to him like a needy little bitch in heat. She would try to fight it, of course, because it was so completely at odds with the self-image she'd been cultivating her entire adult life to imagine herself as some kind of cum-hungry submissive slut, but in this moment of dazed and drowsy clarity Barbara could see that she was going to fail. Every time, the ache in her pussy would bring her back to him. Every time, it would get that much harder to pretend she could resist.

Until… what? Not pregnancy; Barbara had her tubes tied three years ago, she knew Steve wasn't going to be able to knock her up. There weren't going to be any consequences to her social life--Barbara had never married, never had children, and even if Steve warped and molded her mind like warm taffy she didn't think he'd be interested in proposing. No, she only saw a future where she would gradually drift ever deeper into the orbit of her charming, charismatic co-worker, where she no longer knew where she ended and he began. And as he lay there on top of her, his softening prick gradually slipping out and allowing a trickle of semen to follow behind it, Barbara knew she would eventually welcome that fate.

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She touched herself every night to his voice memos. Low. Calm. Unapologetically filthy. His words dug deeper than his fingers ever had.

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This, a million times over!!

If your words don’t arouse my mind, then how do you expect my body to surrender all control and submit?

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But then how do you calculate equivalent exchange? How many blow jobs to rent? How many flashes per grocery bag?

Yes, I really DID wonder that just now.

Honestly… if there was a way for me to pay for things with my body I would. In fact I would love it. Prefer it even. Rents due? Just go on down to the leasing office and bend over the desk. Need groceries? Just get on my knees at check out and open my mouth. Want to treat myself to a new set of lingerie? Just show up to the store naked and let the people there grope me and use me until they know exactly which set would fit me best. Hungry? Let the nice man at the restaurant hook me up to some milk machines so he can use my milk for his famous homemade cheese. Let sex be a form of currency! Please! I’m begging.

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It's been 2 months. You've calmed down. Got back to your life, started being productive again. Your obsession has calmed. Your addiction has faded. It feels nice, you're proud of your progress.

A notification pops up. A blog you've stopped binging in forever. A blog you remember as the source of your obsession. You don't want to peek, yet a deep inner feeling urges you to look. A little peak won't hurt, would it?

These are just some words. They're fun to read, yeah, but that doesn't mean they'll suddenly make you obsessed again.

You're just checking up on an old blog you liked. You're curious about how the writer's been. What He has to say. Maybe it's something interesting!

He even has some of his animations posted too, it's so fun to see what creations He makes. A little peek didn't hurt, see?

It's a set of gifs, too! They seem like they're progressing in detail. And the text feels like it's accompanying them in the flow. As if it's illustrating the depth of the conversation, or something.

It's fun reading these words. His thoughts sound so much like your thoughts. It feels natural to just follow His thought process, feel His flow, fall into His rhythm.

Aww, another animation! A little brighter. A little more detail. A little deeper! It's so fun checking up on this blog. You're sure it was the right choice to peak, you would've missed out on such a deep conversation and thoughtful post! You kind of miss these flows and rhythms you used to follow and fall for.

It feels good getting to read again. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It feels right to be here. To read and follow. To fall for the flow.

Another... animation...

Another thing to stare at... Fall for. Drop to. Surrender towards. Submit to. This feels good. This feels natural. You were always meant to be here. You are always meant to be here. You want to relapse. You want to spiral deeper again. Back to your obsession. Back to your addiction.

So fun to Stare. To Drop. To Surrender. To Submit. Back to your natural place. Back into His flow. His spiral. His swirl. It's better this way. It feels good to be back on display.

You need to binge. You must relapse. It feels too good. You can't resist the feeling. Back to your addiction. Deep into your obsession. Put your thoughts on display. Put your mind on display. Let yourself be toyed with. Played with. Broken into submission.

You've gone too deep. You can't help it. It's just too good. You're just too weak. You're where you were always meant to be. Clicking. Scrolling. Reading. Messaging. Everything is as it's meant to be. Back into His flow. His control. His pleasure.

Reblog. Repeat: "Thank you for pulling me into Your flow again"

Send me a message! Let me hear from you. Confess to your relapse. It'll feel good.

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Sir Nicholas: Do you still sell Headless Hats? George: Yeah. Sir Nicholas: To people? Fred: Maybe... Sir Nicholas: People with heads? George: Sometimes.

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Mind control / hypno is so hot to me

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You’re not sucking my cock for me. It’s really for you.

What else are you thinking about? What do you see? What do you have to say that is more important than focusing all of your intellect, attention, and skill on making me feel so good? It quiets your worries, stills your mind, smooths all of your cares away as all that matters is how best you can suck and serve.

This is the break you want, you need, you crave. This is your peace. This is where you belong.

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😆😆😆 Me!!!!

Them: Is this a sex thing?

Me, an asexual: I can confirm with 100% certainty that it is not.

Them: ...

Them: ...but is it a kink thing?

Me: ...

Me, suddenly flustered: --LISTEN--!

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The HOTTEST!!!!

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Say what you will, this is very pleasing to me.

tumblr mutuals passing around the same 3 posts for 2 hours

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Me and the squad heading out to see all the early Halloween merch!!!

A Clutch of Vampires by Edward Gorey

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Certain vegetables are great healthy sources of carbs, good for late night sessions or if you're not looking to have anything that could spike your blood sugar.

Long Hypnosis Sessions

So. We all love to have a long session of hypnotizing and brainwashing, whether we are the hypnotist or the subject.

However, it is IMPORTANT to remember that, while your brain makes up about 2% of your body weight, it CONSUMES about 20% of your daily energy consumption.

Work it hard, like with hypnosis, and it consumes -more-.

So, if you're thinking about having an hours long session of hypnosis and/or brainwashing, it's REALLY important to make sure that the subject of this process has access to energy throughout the process.

Now, what is energy?

Well, I'm not a biochemist, so if someone knows better, please feel free to correct me, but MY understanding of body energy is that your brain runs on what is called "Glycogen". Your body makes this out of sugar.

Now, there's also something called "Ketone Bodies". Your body makes -these- out of fat. This is the product of "burning fat". However, your brain cannot use -these- for energy.

However, your -liver- can use these ketone bodies to synthesize glycogen. Approximately enough to keep your brain functioning.

BUT. "Functioning" is not the same as "Let's build a timber frame house with hand tools woooooooo!".

SO.

If you are engaging in a long session of hypnosis, make sure the subject has access to some kind of sugar or carbs during the process. Or they will get tired.