Consent is always required. He/him pronouns, 28Frequent Tist, straight, switch, always looking for new friends. Not +18, please leave.Otherwise, asks and messages are open. Any fem-sub posts here are appreciation, not ideation.
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Drop. Wake up. Now drop… and wake up. Drop. Wake up. Isn’t it soooo easy?~
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One of my passions is the use of logic and rhetoric to convince people that brainwashing and dehumanization is beneficial to them. It helps that I partially believe it. And it's amazing how many of you are ready to embrace my arguments.
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Ill be honest its been fun to reshare old art and lean a bit more into my interest in hypnosis, but im seeing WAY more AI here than I was hoping
Ive even had people reaching out to connect as "artists", I look at their blog and its all AI. This after I had my own art butchered by someone generating thumbnails for their AI hypno videos and taking money for it. This after I've made my art freely available for years because its my hobby and passion to draw
This ain't it, yall. I dont mind reading your fun hypnoposting but slapping some slop in there only makes me scroll right past
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I'm like... 90% certain I've made a post like this before, but I think it would be really hot to have a dom set an orgasm limit for me every month and then not tell me what that limit is until I've hit it. So I'm allowed to ask to cum whenever I want, but every time I do I know full well that this could be the last one of the month. And maybe some months I'm lucky and get to have a bunch of orgasms, but other months I might use up my only orgasm in the first few days and have to wait all month to be allowed to cum again
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“Okay, dear… focus on the metronome. Watch as its arm swings back and forth.”
Your eyes obey without hesitation, drawn to the steady, rhythmic motion in front of you.
Tick… tock… tick… tock… Each sound slices through your thoughts, breaking them apart piece by piece, until what’s left is too small to matter.
You hear my voice, soft, soothing, whispering in your ear. You know I’m speaking… You know I’m saying something… But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the metronome. The swing. The sound.
You don’t care what you’re agreeing to. You just do. It feels natural. It feels right. And so you keep going, eyes locked, mind quiet, obediently empty. Because the only thing that matters now… Is the ticking.
The moment the metronome stops… your mind stops too. Like drifting into space, no sound, no world, no thoughts. Just silence, just stillness, just an empty shell.
Words reach your ears, images flicker before your eyes, your body moves, responds, obeys, but none of it registers.
The ticking was your tether to awareness, and now that it's gone, so are you.
Detached.
Gone.
Blank.
And blissfully unaware.
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Hypno-horny aside, genuinely have to urge to draw this gal body blocking a train, I just love superheroes.
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Time to walk in... Kinda lol.
📸: @collarspyspiral36
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“P-please n-n-no.” Your said, barely able to control your voice.
Your hypnotist let out a half laugh, hand still between your legs. “No? No what, plaything?”
“D-d-mmm… Cum. Don’t ma- fuck. Don’tmakemecum.” You dangled, dangerously close to the edge of orgasm.
It had been such a struggle to get the words out. Your hypnotist’s hand slowed, barely. Just enough to keep you on the edge. “And why don’t you want to cum?”
Your moans interrupted you, and your hypnotist’s hand slowed even more.
“I- Mmm – edging is pleasure. Pleasure is programming. Programming is edging. Cumming stops the programming. Cumming stops the pleasure. Cumming stops the edging.” The second your brain could think, the mantra slipped from your lips, a fundamental truth.
The hand between your legs stopped moving. Your hypnotist was looking down at you triumphantly. You met their gaze, confused. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
They stayed still for a moment, still smiling down at you. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking how far you’ve come.”
“What’s that mean?”
They didn’t answer immediately, instead beginning to slowly move their hand again. “Just that I’m impressed at how quickly you’ve come around to my way of thinking. You used to be so into getting off… But now? After a bit of programming? You’re an edge slut.”
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Still one of the hottest things on here @h-sleepingirl
@hypno-sandwich and multiple anons have mentioned spirals and brainwashing so I have a special thing I’ve never uploaded before. I don’t love the way I look at this angle but you know what, here you go, Tumblr. This is probably my last post tonight, I’ll finish the rest later! I have more asks and pictures for previous asks!!
@theleeallure @zanythoughts @diaryofasnowflake etc etc etc
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make sure your human fleshlight has enrichment time
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Been a weird few days for me, but I think I'm getting back to normal now. Enjoy some hypnosis.
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