dreamy-pixel

[dreamy-pixel]

I think the best part of covert hypnosis is the way they’ll respond to you like it’s a regular conversation, asking questions, getting you to elaborate, totally unaware that you’ve already started bending their will to align with your own. The more buildup you give it, the less they’ll even realize what’s happening to them, up until they’re nice and mindless for you.

[dreamy-pixel]

[dreamy-pixel]

Slimes

Little story about slimes.

-

Jade, an aspiring and plucky adventurer, stood before a cave.

This would be easy, she told herself. A low-level bounty. Just clearing a cave of some slimes. No problem, even for a first-timer like her. She knew all about slimes, she had her sword (a bit on the small side, but it was all she could afford), she was feeling brave - it was going to go great.

She told herself as much anyway.

Adjusting the chainmail - newly bought, if second-hand - and giving her stubby little sword a few experimental swings, she stepped into the cave.

“Any slimes?” Jade asked the cave, her voice echoing off and away. Somewhere off deeper inside something dripped. She shrugged - worth a shot. Further in she went.

Pretty quickly she realised, too late, that caves were dark. After going in she’d rounded a corner and the daylight that had been coming in behind her stopped being much use. There was a little light coming from clusters of glowing mushrooms dotted here and there, but barely enough to see with. She had forgotten to bring a torch. Rookie mistake.

“I’ll remember next time,” she said out-loud, mostly to boost her confidence. This was fine. It was going to go fine. Something dripped again, closer now, and her tiny sword whipped up, held against the gloom.

Nothing was there though. Nothing she could see at least. The sword lowered again.

And the slime by her foot that she hadn’t noticed lunged forward and latched onto her bare leg. She yelped.

Where the slime touched tingled numbly and all at once her leg downward from where it had stuck felt as if it had gone to sleep. It was only by falling against the wall of the cave that she stopped from falling over completely.

“Get off!” She hissed, carefully jabbing down (it was on her leg) and just about managing to scrape the thing off and flick it away where it landed somewhere in the gloom with a squelch.

“Damn slimes…” Jade muttered trying to stand and wincing. She was still unsteady. Squinting, she tried to spot where the thing had landed. It had gone. Taking a careful step forward, sword raised, she squinted some more.

Another slime dropped from above her, landing on her arm. Her sword arm. It touched her hand, and numb fingers loosened. She dropped her sword.

“Ah! No!”

Jade fumbled after it, only remembering too late that her leg was half asleep. She fell forward onto all fours on the cave floor, numb hand knocking the sword even further away. The slime was stuck fast. Worse, it seemed to be moving up her arm.

“No no-”

Trying to pull it off, Jade grabbed it. A mistake. Both hands numb now. The slime kept moving up her arm, sliding easily beneath numb, useless fingers, slithering over her shoulder, up her neck.

Into her mouth.

Jade’s eyes bulged. The thing was significant. A heat and weight, and a slight pulse to it.

It tasted sweet.

“Mmph! Mmm- mmfh?”

The numbness was spreading through all of her now, her whole body tingling, arms and legs weak. At least she could still breathe, somehow, even with the thing filling her throat. Jade felt lightheaded and barely noticed when she slumped to the floor, seeing another slime - or maybe the same one from before? - working its way up her leg again. She couldn’t fight it. She tried, but her body wasn’t listening.

She sucked on the thickness filling her mouth and didn’t think about why. It tasted sweet.

Why was she here again?

Numb as she was, she still felt it when the slime on her leg got to her thighs and oozed its way into her shorts. It was thick as well, or at least it felt thick as it parted her cuntlips and filled her. She groaned around the slime now practically throbbing in her throat and her whole body shuddered. That had been a reflex. She had no control now, none. Helpless. Her hands grabbed empty air but only weakly.

What were they doing to her? Numb as she was, she couldn’t feel the cold floor of the cave or anything else like that - all she could feel was the warm sense of being filled, the throb and pulse of them as they lazily pushed in and out of her. She couldn’t remember why. Had she ever known? She couldn’t remember. It felt too good. Couldn’t think. Hard to think.

Jade did not notice the other slimes moving in. She barely noticed where she was anymore.

One slid in underneath the chainmail and, bulging outward, burst it clean off of her. You got what you paid for, and she hadn’t paid much. The rest of what she was wearing didn’t last last after that, ripped at the seams and torn away in pieces, leaving her naked as more and more slimes came in and rolled over one another and flowed into one another and took their turns sliding in and out of her. They filled her mouth, her cunt, her ass. They slid over her tits and made her back arch.

And through it all Jade struggled to try and remember why she was here.

Why was there a sword on the ground?

What was she meant to be doing?

Why was she here?

What was her name again?

The slime which had been having its turn filling her mouth moved away briefly, leaving it free for the first time since it had all started. Jade gasped, eyes wide but glazed. Her mind raced and scrabbled for something, anything.

“Why can’t I… why can’t I… can’t…”

Then, briefly, for a moment, she remembered.

Slimes ate thoughts.

They ate other things too, but thoughts were something of a delicacy for them. Memories especially. She only briefly remembered this before it popped out of her head, slurped away with a little mental pop that made her gasp - what had that been?

Another shudder ran through her. Nothing important. It couldn’t have been anything important. She couldn’t think of anything important. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t think.

Why was she here? Why-

Another shudder. The slime filling her cunt seemed to swell and throb. Another one moved up to fill her mouth again. Thinking stopped. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t do anything.

-

What had been Jade shivered as another slime slid up her ass.

There weren’t really any thoughts left in her head to eat. Nothing substantial anyway. Just the occasional flicker of something instinctual, little bursts of need and pleasure. The slimes ate those, obviously, and they kept popping up because they didn’t stop fucking her either. They slid and slithered over and around her, inside her, made what was left of her brain fire for a moment, devoured the thought, and kept going, other slimes drawn by the scent of thoughts.

And there were a lot of slimes in the cave…

[dreamy-pixel]

Good fucktoys know that their best self is whatever pleases their owner the most. Trade your free will for their control. Become the best version of you. Agree and obey.

[dreamy-pixel]

🖤 slamming my tendrils right down your ears, letting them coil around your brain before digging in further, rewiring you, making you mine, no more silly memories of anyone or anything else, just ME and that's all you need isn't it? Ah, I love that dumb little look on your face, so dazed and docile like a good bitch~ maybe if you ask nicely I'll give you a reward...oh wait, you can't speak can you? Well maybe if you behave I'll give that back now won't I~

[dreamy-pixel]

You smirked at your hypnotist as they towered over you. Your eyes met theirs, but you shrugged off their words. “Just sink, and drift, and drop, toy.” They said. Your grin widened.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that today.” You said. You were resolute.

They weren’t going to bring you down so easily.

They smiled, leaning down over you. “Oh yeah? Are you sure about that?” they were very close to you. “Are you sure that I’m going to have to try? Or will you break, like a good little plaything?”

You tried to keep your eyes on theirs. But they were so close to you. Their presence felt so overwhelming. You broke eye contact, and they brought a hand to your chin, pulling your gaze back, immediately, effortlessly. Their smile widened. “That’s it. Just stare.”

They gave your chin a soft squeeze, and you felt your mind buckle. All those ideas of resisting were flitting away, drifting into nothingness, at their touch. It felt like their touch was draining you of energy, of willpower. You let out a soft noise, and they laughed.

“Is that it, toy? I just have to be a little firmer with you, and you can’t help but giving in? It’s okay. We both know how easy you are. How weak and blank and mindless I make you.” They pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your lips. “It’s okay. You’re mine. All mine.”

* * *

This was released yesterday on patreon (patreon.com/hypnopum) and subscribestar (https://www.subscribestar.adult/hypnopum)! Support me there to get early access to all future microfictions, from just £1/month! Or, from £5/month, you get access to my longer pieces!

You can also buy my book, Mesmorium, now, on Amazon, and Smashwords. It's an anthology of twelve tales of deliciously hot hypnosis and mind control. It's queer, and sexy as hell!

[dreamy-pixel]

Just a fun little thing I made.

[dreamy-pixel]

Subtle paranoia that every thought, feeling, or impulse might be a hypnotic suggestion...

[dreamy-pixel]

concept

You send me a “meditation/sleep” playlist. As I turn it on and drift off to sleep, I hear something odd. A quiet voice can be heard in the background of the file. Oh well.

As I drift off to sleep listening, I wake up in the middle of the night, undressed, sticky, horny, and feeling fuzzy. What happened? I reach for my phone and restart the file to try and get back to sleep.

As I drift back off to sleep I hear something odd. Oh well.

[dreamy-pixel]

the dom being in a trance is underrated. someone being completely focused on you, nothing more important to them in that moment than what they want from you. they don't even have the capacity to think about anything else. it's like that post that's like, relentlessness is when you see a clear path to your goal and you don't care about anything except the perfection of it. what about when the mantra they're repeating isn't something about being submissive to you but how they need to be in control, or how cute you look, or something kind of menacing and creepy?

[dreamy-pixel]

Hypnovember Day 22: Betrayal

Her favorite part of resistance play was the little betrayals. 

The way her eyes would blink when it was suggested even though she diligently tried to keep them open. 

The hot tingle of pleasure that would go through her when he reminded her of how much she loved to be hypnotized. 

The moments when her calculated actions became reactions- her subconscious betraying her so gradually that by the time he finally gave her permission to give in, there was no resistance left at all.

[dreamy-pixel]

It had been all over the news: keep your windows closed and doors locked.

There was some kind of chemical in the air, a pink cloud spreading across the country. It was… effecting people.

It was poisonous? No. Unbreathable? No.

The news was being purposefully vague and it was infuriating. They made it sound like life or death and then didn’t explain what the symptoms of someone breathing it in were?

Ugh.

You sat huddled on the couch as your coworker went around checking every window and door was secured. It was a small enough office, and the break room was comfortable enough.

But when your coworker came back something seemed… wrong.

She’d been gone for longer than you’d hoped, she didn’t seem to rush to return to you.

The blank smile on her face. The blush on her cheeks. The way she swayed in place.

“Uh… are you okay?” You’d asked, mentally checking all exit routes of escape .

“Yeah… yeah… all good.” She’d said, sounding almost high.

Yeah. You had to get out of here.

“You… you sit… relax. I’ll keep watch.” She’d said before you could object. She sat down on the couch with you, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

Was she infected? She was acting strangely, sure, but she wasn’t attacking you. Or dying. Or doing much of anything except staring blankly ahead at the TV and moving her arm up and down your own.

You tried to breathe away from her, unsure if the smoke still lingered in her lungs. Her hands stroked your arm rhythmically up and down, occasionally moving round and round in spirals. You felt yourself relaxing, as hard as you tried not to.

You found it harder to think. Debating it in your mind. If she was infected, what would you do about it? You’re still trapped inside with her. And every second you spend debating it you found yourself wanting to stay more…

You noticed she was flushed, tugging at her clothes. She took off her jacket. Her other hand lazily drifted over her chest.

The room felt hot, stuffy all of a sudden. You tugged weakly at your shirt’s collar. Your vision was hazy, dreamlike even. When had her hand moved to your legs?

The smoke surrounded your mind like a blanket.

There was a moan. Whether it was hers, or yours, you were unsure. She was helping you undress. Kissing you. Pink smoke clouding your brain, slowing your thoughts, passing between your lips.

You hungrily breathed it in.

It was too stuffy in here, she had agreed.

Was it her idea or yours to open the window?

The smoke surrounded you both as you stumbled back together. You needed her.

The news droned on in the background, but you couldn’t listen.

Taking a deep breath, you let yourself sink completely.

[dreamy-pixel]

Something about being so brainwashed that you’d mindlessly do anything as soon as you read your new text message from Them. At work or in public? No worries, you will find a place to serve. Gosh that idea gets me every time..

[dreamy-pixel]

Good Girls Obey...

[dreamy-pixel]

I.....uhhhhh...... probably shouldn't have.......uhhhh..........

......

Made my..... Snap! Snap!.....header! That's the word.......

Made my header a spiral.......

I..... Uhhhhhhhh........ Uh.....

I Shouldn't post this............

[dreamy-pixel]

Wouldn't you love to have new fetishes installed directly into your broken, hypnotised mind?

Waking and finding yourself squirming with pleasure at the idea of being leashed and led around on all fours.

Maybe suddenly wanting to touch yourself to the thought of disciplining your own slave, a new found dominant side taking over.

Or maybe you awaken with an overwhelming need to be watched as you fuck whoever you are told.

And with a click of Their fingers you sleep, ready to have more new desires conditioned into your open mind.

[dreamy-pixel]

You had downloaded the game because everyone was talking about it. Supposedly it was addicting and challenging, the perfect combo. So you opened it up on your phone after a few minutes and clicked the play button.

And nothing. Just a blank screen with nothing on it. You waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally a quick red circle appeared then disappeared.

“Loser. Try again?”

You sat there stunned. Was that the game? Quickly tap the button? You could definitely beat this. You clicked the play button and waited. Ready to start. You slowed your breathing. Focused entirely on it. Not blinking when suddenly, the red circle appeared. You tapped it furiously and were rewarded with a bright flash and the words “Level 2”.

You celebrated quickly. Ready for the next level. The circle appeared quickly this time. You tapped it. Rewarded with the same bright flash. You felt excitement build within you. This was fun. And you were getting good at it.

One by one the levels came and went. You hadn’t even noticed the circle lingering on screen longer and longer, the levels taking you longer to complete. All you became aware of was focusing intently, tapping the red circle, and winning the game.

Your breathing slowed as the victory screen flashed. The bright light burning the word Relax deep into your brain. Your body slumped forward on the couch. Your arms falling into your lap. You waited for the red circle to appear. It did. Your finger moving in slow motion to tap it. Pressing down firmly on it.

The bright light flashed burning the word Blank deep into your brain. All thoughts drifted away. Your mind growing sluggish only the red button that needed pushing remaining as a lonely thought.

The bright light flashed burning the word Obey deep into your brain. You could see the button and moved to press it. It slowly disappeared, drowning into a deep red spiral that filled the screen. You found yourself falling, pulled by your thumb, drifting down into the screen. Words flashed. Burning into your brain. Time disappeared entirely as the darkness swallowed you whole.

“Loser. Try Again?”

You blinked looking at the words. The light outside your window was gone. Hours wasted playing the game. You closed the app, surprised at how addicting it was. You’d have to play again though. You had to win. You weren’t the kind of person to give up. Especially at a game that fun.

Maybe if you beat it you’d even consider getting a red button tattoo. A big button that someone could press. Your mind began to drift away at the thought. Of a big red button. Connected to your brain. That would make everything go away.

Slowly you began to open the app without even thinking.