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English is perfect for hypnosis!

I was asked multiple times why I don’t hypnotize people in my mother tongue, so I want to write a post about it. Of course, it would be a lot easier to do that since English is a foreign language for me (even though I started learning it at age of 9 and continued using it nearly every day of my life). Let’s face it: I have troubles understanding complicated sentences. I have troubles getting exactly to the point. I have troubles varying sentences. But still I chose to use English as the language for my hypnosis for the simple reason:

English is perfect for hypnosis! 

Seriously, it’s like this language was crafted for the sole purpose of hypnotizing people, controlling their minds, and influencing them on a deeper level! 

Let’s look at a quick example. The words “Calm down”. You can’t translate it directly into German. You’ll only end up with “Beruhige dich.” Which translates to “Calm yourself.” if you translate each word seperately. While this is not a huge difference at first glance, it is when you take a closer look.

“Calm down.” Includes the word “down”. I often felt that putting emphasis on the “down” will inevitably lead to the subject sinking deeper, deeper down into trance. So these 2 words both calm the person down and drop said person deeper. It’s simply wonderful! And this is just one example for words, there are several others that work a lot better in English than in my mother tongue.

Another thing is the structure of sentences. English has the beautiful perk of being able to put the point of time at the end of the sentence. Example:

“You fall deeper into trance now.”

That sentence translated to German: “Du fällst jetzt tiefer in trance.” 

Now = jetzt. 

Can you already see the beauty? The wonderful part is the simple fact that you hear the “now” after the whole suggestion was given already. That means 1) You hear the whole suggestion and it already affects you. 2) Than you hear the “now” and it triggers the whole suggestion again! This is simply incredibly useful! Let’s not talk about the way you can make it look like a command by simply putting the emphasis on “now”, further increasing the effects.

But in German it’s different. The tist says “jetzt” and you wonder “Yeah, so what is now?”. That automatically makes you think about it and you get a little bit out of trance, because the focus is broken. You don’t have anything close to the suggestions being triggered twice. You only get the effect once (if at all). 

There are several other sentence structures that are so very helpful for entrancing someone else. Sentences structures you might not have in other languages.

(btw: The German sentences “Du fällst tiefer in trance JETZT” is possible, but that is a very bad use of language and only a few people with certain German accents would use it that way, and it makes you look stupid. That’s why I’d never use such a sentence in German)

How do my fellow hypnotists feel about that? Did you make the choice to trance people in English for the same reason? Can you give examples for your mother tongue and why English is better? Or maybe your mother tongue is better in certain ways? I’m eager to read it all!

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What We Do When The Door Is Closed Part 2

Yes, finally I have gotten around to writing part two of the recount of what happens when I decide to brainwash a very good girl into being a more submissive good girl for me. @little-alicin-kinkland and I had planned before hand that we would do a brainwashing scene and I made three files (patreon people also may have secret copies of) called “The Demise Files”. These are intense submission based loop files which work to overload the mind and fill it with pure submission and I have to say watching the effects in person were quite lovely. Anyway here is part 2 of what happened once I kicked everyone out of the room and had Alice to myself… 

Themes: Femdom, F/f, BDSM, D/s, Brainwashing

You look at me with half shut eyes and I know you are ready for round two. I take the head phones and place them back on your ears, you look so helpless, bound to the chair, lost in obedient bliss already, but we can push this further. I knew these files would hit your mind, like shattering a pane of glass I can see the cracks in your mind starting to form as I watch you melting before my eyes. It’s only a matter of time before you are simply putty in my hands and I can really make you mine. 

I decide to add fuel to the fire, already starting to burn through your mind. Taking my sharpened nails I run a gentle hand down your back. You start to squirm in your seat and I know I’ve found a button I can exploit a little, tease you even further into my control. I check the time on the file, five minutes, smiling to myself I continue to claw into your arms and gentle caress your face. Small sighs escape your lips which only spurs me on. This second file is clearly starting to take effect as I can hear the faint chanting of “obey” over and over, so gentle and under your breath. 

The file ends and I can tell the effects have worked perfectly. The word, obey, continuing to softly spilling from your lips as I take off the headphones, untie you and spin you around to face me. I sit perched on the bed, perfectly placed where I can see my broken, little, doll. 

“How are you feeling Alice?”

“Obey.”

“Awww now that is cute. You just want to obey?”

“Obey.”

“Such an obedient girl…”

“Obey.”

“I think you are ready for your new collar.”

I take the pink collar off the dresser. It’s a stunning shade of baby pink, just how you like it, with a large bow and silver bell. The bell rings gently as I pick it up and I notice your excitement. Moving your hair gently to the side I place the collar around your neck and close the lock. Lifting your head slightly I cup your chin and look right into your eyes. 

“Now Alice, this collar is a special collar because this collar is the collar of mindlessness. You see, each and every time I ring this bell *ring* just like that your mind will come back to this feeling. This feeling of mindlessness, this feeling of obedience, of being so helplessly brainwashed and controlled for me. And each and every time the bell rings while you are wearing it with me you can just find this feeling of being so mindless, so obedient, so empty and brainwashed growing stronger and stronger with each ring of the bell. Do you understand?”

“Obey.”

“Excellent, you are such a good obedient girl for me.”

It’s at this stage I have to make a choice. I could continue to drive you further into the brainwashed state, linking it to other feelings, but that lost, helpless look in your eyes makes me want to hold you, pull you close to me and never let you go. I choose the latter. 

I remove the collar and start the process of waking you up. I can see even though you are “awake” you are so deeply fractionated that your mind is still swimming in fuzzy feelings. We climb onto my bed and snuggle for a while, my fingers massaging your scalp. Absolute bliss as I know I am the luckiest Domme in the world to have you hear with me. 

And that was the last thing I can recall before we both fell asleep. 

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Oh boy

When Bae got home from work we smoked a bowl and sat on the couch. We were just watching TV and I thought about how I promised him a blowjob if he purged some old clothes he doesnt wear (which he hates doing for some reason??) and I started touching myself. I felt that I was wet. I was so surprised, I’ve only ever gotten legitamately wet after masturbating or tons of foreplay. But I was wet enough for it to get on my thighs and it turned me on so much. Is this the result of tumblr spirals? Was it just thinking if his cock? It turned me on so much knowing I could get wet just doing… whatever I did. Like I could always be ready for him, like I should be. I immediately got between his legs on the floor and started sucking his cock while he played video games. We moved to the bedroom.

I sucked his cock enthusiastically and he says

“You’re my mindless little slut aren’t you?”

I couldnt believe it. I was so turned on I felt my cunt dripping. This has never happened before! I kept going and he continued talking to me like that, saying things I’ve always dreamt of. I started to drift off, the same way I did yesterday. Then I came. I came so hard, is that possible? He wasn’t even inside me… I was just sucking him off! This happened once before but I was grinding on his leg when it happened. This time all I was doing was sucking his dick.

He heard the baby crying so we had to stop. He started making something to eat and when I was done changing the baby I went to him in the kitchen. I started rubbing his dick and kissing his neck until he slammed me against the wall. He turned me around so I was facing away from him and I bent over. He put his dick right up to my pussy lips and teased me “You gotta put it in if you want it baby” I tried to back up onto it but he pulled it upright. I reached back to hold it in place and he grabbed my wrist. I tried frantically to back into it again and he let go of me and shoved himself deep deep into me. It felt so amazing and I was absolutely dripping. He got tired of that position I guess and pushed me down while saying “Now bitch” and I instinctively started licking and sucking his cock. I couldnt even think straight and I was just loving how his cock tasted. He pulled me away by the hair and started jerking himself. I wanted so badly to keep sucking it for him but when I tried he yanked my hair and said “Stop” with this tone that was commanding but not aggressive and soo yummy. I waited patiently hoping he would let me taste his cum. He reached out his hand so it was right next to my face and I sat upright. What was I supposed to do? He stuck out two fingers and I knew that meant he wanted me to suck them, but when I opened my mouth he opened his palm again. He rubbed his hand on my tongue and started jerking it again. I waited with my mouth open and he did it again, wiped his hand on my tongue. I realized he was using my spit as lube and started moving my tongue around and smacking my lips to make my mouth more wet. He reached his hand out again and I licked it and spread my spit around. I could taste his dick on his hand. He rubbed his dick and wiped his hand on my mouth again, but not my tongue this time. He was wiping the drool from my lips and chin. He kept jerking himself until finally he pulled me up by my chin to the tip of his dick. He didn’t cum right away so I started licking the tip. Finally I felt his hot cum stream down my throat.

I looked up to see him staring down at me putting the bread on top of the fridge. He held his hand out and I looked at him, confused. He walked away and came back and held his hand out again. What did he want me to do? I opened my mouth like before.

“Stand up” he said and I did. He looked at me as if he was studying me.

“Go get dressed.” He said it calmly but firm. “Get dressed and come back” I hurried to do what he said. I was so excited! Maybe he’ll keep telling me what to do in that sexy commanding tone.

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Flowers and Smoke - Part 3

An original story brought to you by connie k. Meet her and the rest of our amazing community!

<Jessica> Drip. Drip. Drip. Your brain is melting, baby

She knows! She always knows. She knows how my mind and body react to her voice, her touch, her control.

A fourth word. I can feel the wet coolness of the ink, then heat, then drying quickly as it joins my flesh. Then burrowing into me like her fingers in my throbbing pussy. She doesn’t need to do that now. She’s fucking my mind and I’m juicing and spasming from my empty head to my trembling toes.

A-R-O-U-S-E-D

<Jessica> Aroused

<me> arousd

She loves it when I’m like this. Dripping for her. Drip. Drip. Drip. Sometimes she’ll contact me at work to say hello. She can’t resist saying the words I can’t resist. She chuckles devilishly when I tell her I am soaking right through my panties onto the leather chair in my office. I plead for her to stop the teasing, but she knows I want to drip for her right there. She always knows. Drip everything out into a helpless puddle at her feet.  Both of us knowing that all it takes is for her to press her finger to my forehead to make me gush and moan behind my closed door.

<Jessica> Let my words seep into your skin baby. Covered in my words

I can’t feel my body now but for the pulsing surge of blood through my clit. I am just a pussy – open, needful, throbbing.  Oh! The quill is dancing on my skin again like a long, slow lick. I’m edging. I’m on the precipice of a towering orgasm.

<me> Jesica

What else is there to say?

She has this way of staring at me when I’m edging like this. Her right eyebrow goes UP as my mind seeps out of my enflamed pussy. It’s playful and demanding, curious and expectant, comforting and sly. All at the same time! It just melts me. Is melting me.

T-R-A-N-C-E-D

<Jessica> Tranced

<me> tarced

There is no bed. No bedroom. No apartment. There is only Jessica … and her eyes, her voice, the gentle scratch of the quill on my skin. I’ve crossed over and down and swept away from everything else. She reaches right into my blank mind and embraces me with her words. Painting my blankness with only her and nothing else.

D-E-E-P

<Jessica> Deep

<me> DEepp

<Jessica> <i>grins seductively</i>

Dropdripdropdripdrop.

<Jessica> Feel you brain melt into hot sticky liquid baby? What’s left inside your skull is hot sticky liquid. Feel it emptying out? Feel it pour out from between your legs?

Im camt speak.Im inthepalm of her hand … strokng me petting m i need to cumm for her explobe inter a million peaces

She writng

May mind is full of ink is a tattoo onmysoul … smiling … I smeel her … flowers and smoek … take meeeee

M-I-N-E

<Jessica> Mine

<me> yours

<Jessica> Obedient. Submissive. Aroused. Tranced. Deep. Owned

<Jessica> Mine

<me> yeesjessica

<Jessica> Remember baby. I own you. You are Mine

<me> yesjessic

Dangling over the edge –

<Jessica> Covered in my words in thick black ink. These words are part of you now as you are part of me. Mine

<Jessica> <i>taps the center of your forehead</i>

<Jessica> Cum for me baby

Oooofuk …………….

…………………………..

…………………………..

<Jessica> <i>grins devilishly</i>

<Jessica> Good girl

I hear purring. Her eyes sparking a smile. The massive orgasm has brought me up a little, I think. I can’t be sure. I need her to tell me. But one thing is very clear. I am one with her. I am nothing without her. She pulls me up and covers me with her arms, calming my rapid breathing. It is a loving embrace, yet there is a bigger, more profound love in place of what we had before. I have everything and only one thing. Jessica.

<Jessica> Mine

A blanket of pleasure covers me.

<Jessica> It’s time to come back now love.

A pause, then …

<Jessica> Shatter!

cummming! Shattering into a million …

Reformed.

Awake.

<Jessica> <i>bites lip</i>

<Jessica> Welcome back sweetie

<me> im here

She smiles again.

<Jessica> How are you feeling?

<me> I’m yours Jessica

She crawls on top of me on the bed and I feel her smoothness on me. Surrounding me, comforting me. She’s possessive and protecting.

<Jessica> Time for bed. I’ll be with you as you sleep and when you awaken in the morning.

<Me> Yes Jessica

<Jessica> <i>kisses deeply</i>

<Jessica> Good night sweetie

Blink-blink.

I’m staring at the screen as she disconnects. My PJ bottoms are around my ankles, the top unbuttoned. I’m curled around my laptop. My fingers sticky wet on the keyboard. I can see the end of our nightly union on the screen.

“Good night, Jessica!” I’ve typed.

I don’t need to scroll up to read it all again. I remember. I remember everything. I slip my fingers through my drenched pussy, the happy tears slowly drying. I run my hand along my tummy and feel the warmth. I can see the words that can’t be seen. The seven truths she painted on my soul.

I’ll sleep now. I’m fulfilled. I’ll dream tonight. Dreaming dreams of Jessica. And when I wake, she’ll be here. She’s always going to be here.

Inside me.

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New kids fifth edition

This is the fifth edition of a list of new kids on the block.  If you or anyone you know has been posting hypnotic or mind control content on Tumblr for less than a year, please feel free to message me with their tumblr url.  Content can be audio, video, text, art or if there be any other type of content that is intended to be hypnotic or mind controlling.

The following blogs are in alphabetical order:

Original content:

https://captivityhypnosis.tumblr.com/

https://dbsoul123456789.tumblr.com/

https://elisasaudio.tumblr.com/   (1st year anniversary July 30)

https://erotichypnokinklover.tumblr.com/ (1st year anniversary August 23)

https://hypnosisbyking.tumblr.com/

https://hypnoticaphrodite.tumblr.com/ (just passed her 1st year anniversary so she will not appear on the next edition)

https://hypnoticsoundingname.tumblr.com/

https://lovesgross.tumblr.com/

https://master-mind-fucker.tumblr.com/

https://mindpapa.tumblr.com/

https://sweettist.tumblr.com/

http://toymakers-workshop.tumblr.com/ (formerly http://bpcshypnoblog.tumblr.com/)

https://worldsokayesttist.tumblr.com/archive (1st year anniversary July 30)

Reblogs only:

https://thekinkiestthings.tumblr.com/archive (1st year anniversary September 8)

Please feel free to correct me if I have inaccurate information.  I’m not stubborn. 😊

The above spiral was created by @hypnosisbyking

@captivityhypnosis @dbsoul123456789, @elisasaudio, @erotichypnokinklover, @hypnosisbyking, @hypnoticaphrodite, @hypnoticsoundingname, @lovesgross, @master-mind-fucker, @mindpapa, @thekinkiestthings, @sweettist, @thesecretsubject, @toymakers-workshop, @worldsokayesttist  

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Yesterday Bae called me into the bedroom. I ask him “you’re not going to try to sex me up, are you? I’m not really in the mood.” He says of course not so I follow him in. He grabs my neck, throws me on the bed, mounts me, and tries to kiss me.

“I said I’m not in the mood, can we just smoke?”

He says “but I even did the…” as he puts his hand to his own throat.

We still ended up having sex after we smoked. This happens a lot tho, he finds a “move” I like and sticks to it until it doesn’t excite me anymore. I’m going to tell him he needs to mix it up a little to keep me on my toes. We’ll see what he comes up with, I’ll give him some ideas from tumblr too.

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My new love: hairpulling induction

Yesterday a friend said they wanted to be hypnotized, but were afraid of “what if I can’t be hypnotized”. It’s a common fear and I usually like to do something that will certainly work with just that person to allay that fear.

She was really into petting and pulling her hair so I asked if it was ok for me to trance her that way. We agreed on what I would do when she was in trance and then it was time to start. 

I started petting her hair just in the back of her head and talking in a soft voice about how good it felt; how she could just focus on how it feels; and that she could just let everything else disappear. 

“In a moment I am going to pull your hair and you will drop deeply into a trance.” 

Then I pulled her hair and her towards me. I said “Drop!” and she slumped forward resting on my shoulder with me whispering beautiful things in her ear. I told her how wonderful her hair was and how with every petting motion she could feel it more intensely and enjoy that feeling. 

To close, I told her that it would work for the rest of the night with anyone she wanted. I really like giving this kind of control to the people I hypnotize unless we are in a relationship where they want to be controlled by me more fully. 

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Hypnotist Style

Hypnotist Style: Bad stream of consciousness slam poetry, stopping occasionally to say the word ”sleep”

Hypnotist Style: High speed train where I’m laying the tracks just seconds before I barrel ahead on them.

Hypnotist Style: The lucid dream I had once where things switch to other things so quickly that it’s easier to follow the feel and the tone than look for a cohesive narrative.

Hypnotist Style:

“Oh, that was clever! I’ll say it again!”

Hypnotist Style: Chaos magic

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Flowers and Smoke - Part 2

The second part of an original story by connie k. Meet her and other amazing people in our community!

It’s like my eyes are closed but they are fixed forward. I’m so drifty, floaty, but I can still concentrate on her voice. It’s a simple thing to do with nothing else to think about. I feel her hands along my body, a teasing scritch to my ear, a gentle tug on my nipple. I am awash in her, never more naked. It’s not just my body, lying there for her to toy with. My mind is naked. Scrubbed clean and licked by her words.

I can smell her.

Like flowers and smoke. Sugar and steam. No one’s scent is like Jessica’s. Suffocating and blood-pumping at once. It makes me breathe deeper wanting her to fill me up completely with her essence. Begging for her taste.

But not now. That now is for her to decide.

Her finger draws a line from one side of my hip to the other and I can feel my asscheeks clench. It tickles and excites. No, it’s a feather. A quill. Long and black. She’s lightly brushing the feathered end along my mons and it makes me squirm. A giggle tries to escape my lips but it comes out as another sigh. She nuzzles into my neck reassuringly. A new game to play tonight.

Her eyes are dark now, but there is fire in them. The room is glowing. I can’t see anything beyond her face as it shines. Perhaps from the flickers of candles?

My legs are open, spreading wider. My arms and legs are spokes on a wheel. She’s rolling me downhill.

My mind is floaty but frozen. I’m drifty but locked tightly to her will.

<Jessica> Who do you love sweetie?

There is no hesitation in my reply.

<me> I love you, Jessica

<Jessica> <i>taps your forehead</i>

She touches my forehead with her finger and … and I’m sinking into myself. I’m sinking into the bed. The bed is a cloud. A cloud high in the sky yet falling. Down.

<Jessica> Yes. Good girl

My toes curl as my lips spasm in delight. My pussy is a mouth begging for a kiss.

<Jessica> Who do you serve baby?

<me> I serve you, Jessica

<Jessica> <i>taps your forehead</i>

The finger … oh God! … against my forehead and I’m tumbling through the cloud, twisting and turning, plunging downward. Yet Jessica’s eyes are holding mine. My body may be in midair but my eyes are unwavering.

<Jessica> Yes. Very good girl

Falling … I’m breaking through water and sinking deeper. I’m wet and hot, my body covered in a sheen of sweat and desire as I drop like a stone in an ocean of lust.

<Jessica> Who owns you lover?

I don’t even hear myself say it. My mind is screaming it! My body shudders my response.

<me> You do Jessica

She purrs.

There’s a black bottle in her hand. Is she going to pour its contents over my body like hot wax? Is she going to coat my body with it like a second skin?

<Jessica> Yes. I own you

I can barely see her hand move as she dips the quill into the bottle. The ink. I feel a tickle as the nub comes in contact with my naked body just above my pussy. Up and down and up and down … My mind follows the pattern. I see it. Black, seductive strokes with the quill. My eyes are going right through her now, lost in the dark pattern, as she covers me with wavy lines of blackness.

It’s not a design. It’s a word. The quill pen lifts off my goosepimply skin. I can see the word so clearly on my quivering flesh.

O-W-N-E-D

<Jessica> Owned

<me> Owned

I stare at the mental vision. Thick, black quillstrokes marking me as hers.

<Jessica> Let it soak in now lover. Let it become part of who you are

I feel it happening! The word and its meaning absorb into my skin. It’s in my mind so clearly! It’s all I see.

It’s beginning to fade. Seeping. Soaking. Fading. It’s under my skin now. Inside me. Her word is part of who I am. It’s just beneath the surface yet I feel the weight of the word. It’s all inside me. I know it’s there.

She’s writing again.

I am so wet! Lying back, I can’t see my open lips blossoming like a flower. Petals covered in morning dew embracing the rising sun. She shines. Warm and full of life. If she touches me faintly on my clit I just know I’ll scream. I’m so needy I can almost taste the pinkness. In full bloom.

Jessica is etching another word on my skin. The tip of the feathery quill feels like a tongue, her tongue, bathing me in black, vivid truth. I see the lettering as if it’s painted on my eyes. The truth.

O-B-E-D-I-E-N-T

<Jessica> Obedient

<me> obedient

We’re breathing in harmony. In and out. And a catch. The revelation we both have in that moment. Her lustful stare is searing the word right into my flesh. I am obedient. I am obedient to Jessica. I don’t need to even see the word to underscore that truth about myself. But feeling it soaking in, saturating my mind, it becomes part of who I am with her and no one else. Ever. It is her word. I am her canvas. Her creation.

It’s fading. Melting from the heat of desire that continues to flow through me. Building. I’m moaning now. I want to scream but I haven’t the voice. I have no fingers.

Jessica is dipping into the bottle again, and even though I can’t move my eyes to look down I can see her doing it. I see her Cheshire grin. See her round areolas darkening slightly, see the quill as it caresses another word onto my body.

S-U-B-M-I-S-S-I-V-E

<Jessica> Submissive

<me> submisssive

My legs are trembling. We may be lovers, best friends, but we both know the depth of meaning of this third truth. We’ve always known. It’s always been a part of who I am, but it’s like it’s a new word entirely. I’m not just submissive. I’m submissive to Jessica. I am hers. I am obedient to her. I am HER submissive. I can feel it seeping into my consciousness. Drenching my awareness and coating my inky, cum-covered brain.

<Jessica> <i>giggles</i>

...to be continued in Part 3!

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I can help you - relax - let me into your mind…

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Chapter1- The Goose is Loose

Leslie drools into the hypnotist’s office. Inside the walls was a stealthy ocher with little tables all over them she noticed while she sat down on the floor and waited. Just then the hypnotist came out of his room. He was a blank man, very iridescent and wooden who thinks every time he moved. Leslie was surprised by his appearance, after all she never saw someone who wore a fez as casual attire let alone looked the way he did. He took her toenail and led her inside.

The interior was brazen! Never before had she seen so many detailed paintings of humans before. The hypnotist asked her to lie down on a hat rack, focus on her breathing and asked her to slide. As she did the hypnotist pulled a goose out of his pocket and cajoled it in front of her eyes. Slowly she felt her knuckles threaten and her kidneys bliss. Things were becoming rather pleasant, flamboyant even. She felt quite drowsy and bashful as if all the adverbs were draining out of her DVD box set.

Things seemed to be going well but suddenly took a dark turn when the hypnotist started in with: “You will freeze me, saunter me every day, every minute of your life. You will crave spears! Like an obsession, a relaxation to worship me! You only want to yawn me no matter what, no matter how much you try to resist. In your mind there will only be me, me and table cloth for the rest of existence!”

Leslie leaves the office feeling particularly brazenly and not remembering much of the event, only a vague defiance for plaice. In her daze she walks off and returns to her home. She sits around confused and ruffled for a few hours, constantly hungering for phones. In a graceful panic she picks up her phone and calls the hypnotist. To her complete delight he picks up. Leslie grasps her phone to her retina and listens with terror. The hypnotist responds softly but presumptuously: “Well, done Leslie! Well done. You did so well for a vainglorious psychiatrist. I’ve done a great job at caninewashing you! so obedient and sloppy! Its as almost as if you can’t think for yourself, making this little call out of habit. Now, washbasin!” Suddenly Leslie stops in place and takes out a llama from her bag. The hypnotist sneers, “Yes Leslie! Seek that llama! Do it Leslie!” Leslie drops the llama and collapses as the hypnotist regrets maniacally.

Hypnotized someone and then made them give me answers for a madlib with a hypnosis theme. There’s 4 more parts so get ready for something crazy.

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This is so amazing

Over the weekend we stayed at Bae’s mom’s house. Saturday morning I woke up to feed the baby and when I was done he pulled me close to him in bed and I could feel his cock was hard. I pushed my bum closer to him and felt it press against the base of my spine while he grabbed my chin to make me face him so he could kiss me. After kissing me passionately for a bit, he asked me “Do you want to suck Master’s cock?”

I was so surprised and excited all I could muster was an enthusiastic nod, and maybe a squeak slipped out. I did not expect this from him at his mom’s house!

When we got home on Sunday we settled in and relaxed for a couple hours. While we were sitting on the couch he took my drink out of my hand, put it on the table, took me gently by the back of my neck and the arm and guided me the the bedroom. He did it so gently that I was confused, thinking maybe he just wanted to show me something? Until he pushed me into the bed and laid down next to me. He pulled down his pants and as soon as I saw his cock I just put my mouth on it and started licking and sucking and I couldn’t help but moan the whole time. Finally he pulls me off his dick by my hair and tells me “Come ride me”

And all weekend, if he asked me for something or asked me to do something, when I finished I would look at him until he said “Good girl”.

I couldn’t be more happy! He’s finally realized what I want. He finally is taking me whenever he wants and acting dominant!

When we’re at home alone and he tells me to do something I’m going to say “Yes Sir” so that maybe he’ll realize he can be more openly bossy and commanding.

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Flowers and Smoke - Part 1

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Tonight, we’re having a date.

Something different. We’ve known each other for years, though I can’t piece out how or exactly when we met. She has just always been here. We live together, but I still have longing and emptiness inside when she’s away or we’re both at work. The times we’re actually together are too brief.

We’re together now. Nothing makes me happier. No one can do to me what Jessica can.

She likes chardonnay, which is a good thing since wine is all I have. I like reds too – maybe it’s because of her hair – but I pour what we both will like. I don’t care that “it’s bottled.” Her red hair is the perfect shade -- fiery red, almost neon in the right light, and she keeps it short so I can see all of her face all of the time.

Her favorite spot is on the arm of my couch, and I see one side of her shapely ass in the skin-tight jeans, the smoothness of her leg as it dangles over the edge. That emerald green bustier is my favorite. She wears it a lot.

Jessica isn’t dainty or skinny. She admits she’s carrying a few more pounds than she’d like, but I could care less! She’s beautiful, perfect. Voluptuous.  Perfect in every way. Her bust, her hips, her arms. I don’t need my fantasy girl. I have Jessica – or, should I say, she has me.

The salmon is almost done. She knows I’m a great cook and she loves salmon too. It’s a date night, after all. I want to cook something that she will enjoy. She’s sitting higher than I am. Maybe it’s symbolism. But I look up at her face, not even thinking about how I look – back straight, my hands almost detached from my body, my fingers detached from my hands. I’m just staring at her, anxious for her to speak again.

<Jessica> The wine is delicious, babe

I have that thrill of approval that never seems to wane.

<me> I’m so glad, Jessica

Even after all this time, I still can almost hear the excitement in my response when I’ve done something that pleases her. We may be in my apartment, but it feels like we’re in a restaurant. We’re across a small, intimate table with white linens and a soft glow.

We’re talking about our day, how nice it is that we can share this special time and every word that leaves her luscious red lips is like a hand’s stroke along my body. Those lips. It’s my weakness, really, and she knows it.

Whenever she gets playful, she’ll lick them and everything else just … fades away.  Shit, I completely forgot about the salmon, the asparagus, the side of rice. But our plates are empty now and she’s dabbing the side of her mouth with her napkin – that seductive way she does most everything. Jessica never does anything without meaning behind it.

<Jessica> It was wonderful. My compliments to the chef

I hope she didn’t hear me squeal. I squealed more on the inside than out, but Jessica always knows. The grin she’s flashing lets me know I’m giving myself away. My dinner was a success.

Time for dessert.

No one touches me like she does. Not even close. And she knows exactly where to do it too. My hips are her favorite target and she’s running her fingers slowly across them. I moan. I always moan. She’s had me so many times in so many different ways, but that light touch against my skin just sends me.  Jessica knows all my weaknesses – I have none to hide.

She’s looking down at me again. I’m lying back on the bed, my dress is in a bundle above my head, I think. I don’t remember if I pulled it up or if she did. She undresses me with her eyes all the time.

Her eyes are fascinating. Sometimes they’re blue like the hottest heat of a flame, sometimes green and lush like a cool forest. I don’t really wonder how she does that. They’re always the perfect color.

I love feeling this way – on my back and completely exposed to her. And those eyes. Towering above me, she makes me feel helpless and small. It’s a wondrous feeling. Not helpless like I have anything to fear. Not small like my body won’t fit perfectly with hers. There’s just less of me and more of her. The way it should be. The way I want it to be. It’s the way she wants it.

<Jessica> I have something special planned tonight love

Every night with Jessica is special, but I can tell she means VERY special. There have been nights with her that I can remember so clearly, so intensely, that I almost burst when I recall how I felt in those moments. Yet, there have been nights we’ve spent together that are only flashes and blurs. Exactly what she did to me may be buried in the deep recesses of my mind, but what always endures is that my bond to her has been made stronger. Like iron links in a never-ending chain. Remembering then forgetting is what she wanted that night. Besides, my body never forgets.

We’re girlfriends, she likes to say, and that’s true some of the time, when we’re just doing what normal people do.  Most of the time, though, it’s far beyond girlfriends. What someone else might consider playful teasing is really just foreplay. I don’t call her Jess or sweetheart or honey. It’s Jessica. As if her name is a title.

Anticipation. It makes my body quiver. She said tonight is going to be special, and I can feel that. As if all of our nights together had been the real foreplay and this? This is the moment we’ve both been waiting for.

I’ve had countless orgasms with Jessica, but not a single one have I ever had that she didn’t make me ask for. Sometimes I beg. Sometimes she just knows when I’m about to explode and can hear me pleading inside my own head. I think she likes those few, helpless seconds the most. Just before she says “Cum, lover.”  I can see it in her eyes, sensing that throb of ecstasy humming through my hips and there is nothing else in the universe but her.

She’s running that finger across my hipbone like she’s done so many times before. My pussy is just leaking. Like tears of joy. I want desperately to rub, but tonight she’s not going to let me or I would be doing it already. She loves to watch me behave lewdly sometimes. Playing the slut. Probably because that’s not really who I am. Yet, for her, I can be slutty and openly horny and desperate when we’re together like this because that’s what she wants.  Her voice gets thick and lusty. It makes her lick her lips like I’m a slice of cherry pie waiting to be devoured by her. Hot and sweet and just tart enough to make her mouth water.

It’s one of the reasons – not the only reason – why I love her so much. It’s not seeing how turned on she gets when I feel the way she wants me to feel. It’s knowing how I make her feel.  She loves me too.

We’re girlfriends, longtime partners. Yet there is so much more. I’m completely under her control when I’m like this. And the more she controls me, the more I crave it. I crave it so strongly that I might just shatter into a thousand fragments from the need. It builds. It is building. Now. Every time I take in a deep breath basking in her dominance or let out a whimpering sigh, her eyes brighten. She licks her lips, just like she’s doing now. I must have just sighed again. I don’t even need to think about smiling to know one is stuck to my face as I look up at her looking down at me.

<Jessica> You enjoy how I make you feel lover?

She’s been whispering in my ear this whole time. The words are playing with my mind and my pussy in unison. But I don’t really hear them. I feel them. I feel them coaxing out my wetness, feel them massaging my thoughts away. Yet when she asks me a question I am compelled to respond only one way.

<me> Yes, Jessica

I’m shuddering. Asking and answering. Her kiss on my mind and mine given to her.

There’s something in her hand, but I can’t make out what it is yet. She’s told me, I think. I can see only her eyes, her lips, her wide smile, her gorgeously round breasts above my face.

Her neck. My neck. She’s stroking me there and I’m remotely aware of the beating of my heart pulsing through my skin as she plays … across my ear and down to my throat.

Jessica is whispering.  The words are so familiar, caressing my thoughts into nothing. She makes them melt quickly like butter over a flame. I’m forgetting what they even mean before I hear them.  But I’m affected by her words. They pass in and out of my consciousness. They don’t even form a thought in my head, although my body hears them. My nipples flare in desire for her, aching for a pinch.

She’s lying beside me on the bed. Her soft hand sliding slowly down and up. Under my breasts, across my tummy, down to my dewy, tightly trimmed strip of fur. I never shaved for anyone else, but I do it often now, keeping it neat and smooth.  She doesn’t want it all off. She likes that I keep my stripe of brown curls there as if it’s an arrow pointing down to my clit.

I gasp. She can be such a tease! She’s flicking my button again and again so she can watch it peek out from my hood like a kitten’s head craning for a pet.

I can’t feel my fingers but I’m clutching the bedsheets, my arms spread out, her elbow pressed against the inside of my arm. Even a touch as subtle as this makes my body tingle. Her breath is on my neck and her foot is rubbing teasingly along my leg so that it feels as if every inch of my body is being stroked.

Dinner is forgotten. Just about everything is forgotten. I can’t connect one thought to the next, connect one day from the last. The spaces of time between “Good night, love” and “Good morning, sweetie” and “Welcome home, baby” don’t even exist anymore. All there is is this moment. It’s like none of it ever happens. These precious minutes with Jessica are more like one long lifetime. There is nothing but Jessica whispering, touching, filling in the widening gaps in my mind, making now forever and forever this now.

I can barely sense the passage of time from second to second. The past, even a momentary flicker of then, is gone and replaced by a new now. I’m caught in the present. Time doesn’t move forward in a line but in a circle. Spinning.

Each panting breath and each heartbeat are the only ones. Every seductive word that fills my eyes and ears is the single most important word. It’s the truth.

<me> Yes Jessica

...to be continued in Part 2

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Falling For Her

Tags: ff, d/s, femdom, transgender top, erotic hypnosis, scent conditioning, dubcon

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It started as an idle compliment.

“You smell nice today!”

Megan hadn’t meant anything special by it; she was just being her bubbly, honest self as she leaned over her friend.

“Oh really?” Karen replied, smiling as she looked up from her phone, “I’ve been trying something new.”

“What, like a new perfume? You haven’t been holding out on me, have you?”

“No, no. Not a new perfume. Here, see if you can guess.” Karen reached up and offered her wrist to Megan.

Megan leaned in a little closer and inhaled, trying to place the scent. It smelled like… Karen. Karen smelled good. But why? What was her secret?

Megan inhaled again, deeper.

Warm memories flashed briefly in her mind. They were having a girl’s night at Karen’s place. Megan remembered leaning against her as they watched movies and ate popcorn. Karen idly playing with her hair and chatting with her, talking long into the night. She felt so comfortable. Safe.

“Makes you feel safe, doesn’t it?” Karen said suddenly, bringing Megan back to the present.

“Safe. Yes.” Megan murmured. The wheels in her mind were still turning, but hadn’t quite clicked.

“Sit next to me, Megan. I need to tell you something.” Karen patted the couch next to her.

Megan sat down, ready to listen to her friend. Always ready to listen.

“You trust me, right?” Karen asked, pulling Megan in close with one arm.

“Of course I do. You know I do,” Megan sighed contentedly, softening against her. Trust was important. Breathing was important. Megan remembered Karen telling her that once.

“Good. Now Megan, I’m going to share some things with you, and I need you to keep an open mind, okay?”

Megan nodded. Keep an open mind. Okay. She closed her eyes and nuzzled close against Karen, turning her head to face the soft, warm, comfortable, safe space between Karen’s arm and her breast. Megan inhaled deeply.

“Thank you, sweetie.” Karen stroked Megan’s hair. “I’m so happy that you remember how to keep an open mind. Do you know what’s happening to you?”

Megan shook her head. “No, Karen.” she said, muffled by the fabric of Karen’s blouse.

“Awww, that’s okay. You feel safe, right?” Karen ran her fingers through Megan’s hair, scritching her scalp in a slow, soothing rhythm.

“Yes, Karen.” Megan said, nodding into the soft, warm, comfortable, safe space, breathing naturally and keeping an open mind.

“I’ll tell you why I smell so nice.” Karen smiled down at her, “The secret is that I’ve been hypnotizing you, Megan.”

Megan nodded. Hypnotizing her. That made sense. She inhaled again, letting the scent calm her. “Yes Karen, I understand.”

“You’ve been falling for me since the moment you caught my scent.”

Falling for her. Yes. That was it. Megan understood now. Karen’s scent reminded her of how close they were. She could always trust Karen. She could always listen to Karen. Karen was always there when she needed her, and that made her feel safe.

“Scent is a powerful trigger for memories, you know,” Karen cooed in her ear, “Even the ones you don’t remember…”

Megan felt herself going slack. She was falling. Falling for Karen. Hazy memories popped in and out of her mind like soft bubbles. She remembered breathing in Karen’s warm, faintly musky scent. She remembered being somewhere safe. Somewhere lower. Somewhere she needed to be. She remembered inhaling deeply. She was inhaling deeply. Falling for her.

“It’s time for you to slip down, Megan. Slip down to where you Need to be. Fall for me.”

Megan slipped down, her body loose and her mind open. She needed more of Karen. More of her scent. More of her rich, husky voice. Megan slid down, down, down until her head was thrust face-down in Karen’s lap, where she needed to be.

“That’s right sweetie, you’re doing so well. Right where you Need to be.” Karen’s voice dripped with honey, “You’ve been preparing for this moment for so long.”

Megan didn’t know what Karen meant. She couldn’t open her mouth to speak because she needed Karen’s scent too badly to do anything other than breathe heavily through her nose, nostrils flaring. She looked up at Karen with dilated pupils one last time before her eyes rolled back and she buried her nose in the soft fabric of Karen’s skirt.

“Good girl” Karen cooed.

Megan mewled softly as she felt a firm twitch against her cheek. Safe. The word sprang into Megan’s mind as she nuzzled against the outline of Karen’s cock. She needed that feeling. The feeling she only had when she was close to Karen. Inhaling Karen. Nuzzling Karen. Licking Karen. Sucking. Karen. Karen. Karen.

“You are falling for me. That’s what inhaling my scent does to you.”

Yes. Falling for her. Megan couldn’t think of anything more perfect as she rubbed her face against Karen, inhaling her. It was all Megan could do to even understand Karen’s words. Scent. Inhale. Falling.

“I love you, Megan.” Karen whispered to her as she lifted her skirt and guided Megan’s face into her soft, warm curls. “I always have. I love you, and now I finally have you.”

Megan nodded eagerly, pressing closer as she reveled in the warmth of Karen’s twitching cock against her cheek. Breathing deep. Falling for Karen.

Her last intelligible words came muffled from between Karen’s legs before she fell into blissful oblivion.

“I love you, too.”

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Did I do this to myself?

Today when Bae walked in the door I couldn’t wait to give him a BJ. I started to suck his cock but he really wanted to take a shower so I hopped in with him. Then we had to stop, I had to finish the laundry and we had to tend to the baby and other such nonsense adult responsibilities.

Then he starts to cook dinner and I’m bugging him (as I doo), and he asks me to suck his cock while he cooks dinner. I wasn’t super in the mood anymore and just wanted to sit on the couch, but right as I thought that I started thinking of all the gifs and pictures and stories I’d seen of girls on their knees, of spirals telling me I love cock, as if someone started a computer program in my brain. I instantly got down and crawled over to his cock.

While I was enthusiastically blowing him, he said this is something he’s always wanted to ask me to do. I asked him why he never did and he said because I never would have wanted to do something like that. I thought about that for a second and realized he was right. Then later, when I was sucking his dick in the office, he said something about how he loves that all of the sudden I love sucking his dick now. I just moaned and thought about how true that was, and how glad I was he noticed. Every time I started to get bored or tired I just thought about when he told me to shut up because “the man’s talking” or all the times I remembered to obey instead of argue, or all the girls on tumblr that couldn’t help but want to suck cock.

And as I rode him drooling, dripping, willing myself not to cum until he does, nearly collapsing from my sheer horniness and pleasure, listening to him say “What are we gonna do with you, babe?” I couldn’t help but wonder: Did I do this to myself? Was it just me, paying attention to what I do when he asks a favor? Was it just me edging and thinking of things that make me horny whenever I get the opportunity? Was it just me deciding to motivate myself to love sucking his dick? Or was it something else. Was it him, noticing my changes and egging me on? Was it the hours of tumblr porn with subliminal messages. Did someone message me and hypnotize me because they saw all my posts and decided I would be easy to make into a fuckdoll and they just wanted to help my fiance out. Thinking of that just made me more horny, and made me want to please Him even more.

I can’t see it getting any better from here.