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somehow mantras that are alliterations hit harder.

my mommy milkers are made for Men to maul.

my plump pussy makes me passive and pliant.

bouncing boobs make bimbos brainless.

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“Sweet Dreams”

Martin Gregus captured a once in a lifetime moment of a Polar Bear sleeping on a bed of fireweed.

Churchill, Manitoba, Canada

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i need to confess to you that I've made my own brainwashing machine v1.0

I put my earbuds in, wrap my head in a full sleep mask, clamp my nipples with the vibrating clamps, plug my pussy with the lush... and turn on brainwashing files.

I'm out cold within moments, just floating and being edged and emptied and refilled with mantras that wont stop looping in my ears.... the pleasure and words shoving me deeper and deeper until there's nothing left and it's so so fucking amazing.

I did an hour this morning and I just want to be there all day long...

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A Scene

An alert on my phone goes off as I study with a friend at a cafe.

She casually looks down at it. "What does pump mean?"

"Oh... that... it's uhh nothing... just reminding me to work out."

"Oh, cool." Goes back to highlighting text.

END SCENE

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Mythbusters have 3 categories of myths

the general public doesnt know how physics works

the general public doesnt know how lying works

oh crap this ones real

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I feel like a giant skeleton with hypnotic swirl eyes is going to give... Feels... To some people this Halloween...

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My blog regularly touches on male supremacy and misogyny. I want to make clear that this is all done as a fantasy between consenting adults. Whilst it's hot to play around with dark fantasies involving subverting feminism and feminist concepts as kink I am strongly against laws and systems of oppression and concerned about the increasing legal threats to the rights of women and trans people. Trans people and women deserve bodily autonomy and access to healthcare.

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Maybe I don't emphasize this enough but one of the reasons I push constant hypnosis education is because the less you understand about hypnosis, the less capable you are of playing safer. More advanced knowledge = more advanced safety.

This applies to BOTH hypnotists and subjects.

There are certain beginner concepts that I would call "safety dead-ends": "This unwanted response happened because some part of you secretly wanted it." "Suggestions work because hypnosis makes someone suggestible."

Untrue, incomplete understanding limits safety SO MUCH.

"What makes me/my partner actually feel suggested IQ drain?"

It is: motivated by/creating desires, a role-enactment, a creative act, partially unconscious, draws on/creates associations, builds patterns/habits/familiarity, a learning experience, and much more.''

The more you actually understand what is happening in hypnosis -- not treating it like a magical black box -- the more you have control over identifying and mitigating risk, as hypnotist or subject. It is why I often push a non-state model of hypnosis.

This connects to something I was talking about re: suggestions -- simple statements where you are relying on someone just being convinced something might happen are not very helpful/effective.

"You will only respond to this trigger in this scene." Why?? Prove it! Help them!!

Triggers are associative conditioning. How do you ACTUALLY mitigate and replace a conditioned response? What is ACTUALLY happening both from their subjective perspective, and psychologically? What makes them keep responding to it? How could you change those aspects?

Writing about this more in depth for my upcoming "intermediate+ hypnokink" book :)

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Guys, for real though. If you don't have love or care for your sub and constantly see them as inferior, worthless, or just an object, you need some serious help.

Love and care for each other. Check up on your sub. Make sure everything is consentual. Don't be a fuckin piece of shit.

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I was about to be irritated at a shitty "kids' education" website on 1770s clothing but then I learned that there's a staymaker buried at King's Chapel and now I'm just delighted to know the gravesite of a clothing worker from that era and I want to take him flowers

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As it is Passover again, it is time for the annual debate as to whether the frog plague, which thanks to a quirk in the Hebrew, is written as a plague of frog, singular, rather than the plural, plague of frogs, was in fact, as generally imagined, a plague of many frogs, or instead a singular giant Kaiju frog. This is an ancient and venerable argument that actually goes back to the Talmud because this is what the Jewish people are. If we can't argue for fun about this sort of thing, what are we even doing.

In that spirit, I would like to submit a third possibility, which is that in fact it was one perfectly normal sized frog, who was absolutely acing Untitled Frog Game: Ancient Egypt Edition. One particularly obnoxious frog, who through sheer hard work, managed to plague all of Egypt.

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Mandy Takes a Survey

The man with the clipboard snapped his fingers. "Thank you, ladies, that was Hypnosis Sequence Two!" he said brightly, his cheerful voice burrowing in through Mandy's numb and sleepy confusion as she blinked her way back to consciousness. "Now would you say this left you more drowsy than Sequence One, or less?" Mandy heard herself mumble something through the haze of confusion, but even she couldn't remember what it was. The other two women, Kadijah and Brooke, gave answers that sounded similarly dazed and listless. Brooke in particular looked like she was still fixated on the pendulum in the survey taker's hand even though it had stopped swinging.

But they must have done okay, because the man gave them all a big, glowing smile and said, "Thank you so much! This is all very useful data. Now if you could just watch the pendant again while I start Sequence Three, please?" He started the heavy chunk of polished metal swaying again at the end of its thick chain, and Mandy found her eyes almost involuntarily following the motion even before he began speaking. It was as if… as if her brain was being trained into the habit of… of responding, responding as desired, responding automatically and un… unthinkingly…. Mandy was only vaguely aware of her gaze growing too exhausted to do anything more than stare straight ahead before her mind plummeted into darkness.

Another snap woke her. "Very good, ladies, this is so helpful! Now that was Sequence Three. Would you say it left you more aroused than Sequence One, or less?" Mandy turned her attention inward, focusing on her own body, and was astonished to find a liquid heat pooling between her thighs and growing stronger with every heartbeat. She looked down at herself in amazement and goggled all over again to realize she was left wearing only her bra and panties. Kadijah and Brooke were in the same boat, with Brooke looking so mazy and befuddled now that a spatter of drool decorated her pale pink chest. Mandy didn't even notice herself responding with so many distractions.

But the man recorded it all on his clipboard and gave them another beaming grin. "Thank you again, ladies! I'm so thrilled you volunteered." Mandy's brow furrowed. She slowly, sluggishly realized she didn't remember volunteering. She didn't even know where she was right now. It was simply a featureless room with a single door and the couch they were sitting on. How had she--? "And Sequence Four now, please," the survey taker said, his voice smoothly snipping Mandy's thought at the root as he let the pendulum begin to sway again. "Just look closely, breathe deeply, and remember to listen and obey." Mandy felt the tension go out of her face. Her head drooped forward. Her eyes rolled back. Then nothing.

And then another snap, this one rousing her less than the others. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Kadijah's mahogany tits were slick with drool, and Brooke looked like she couldn't even raise her head anymore. Her own fingers were nestled snugly between her alabaster thighs, and she'd obviously been playing with herself through her panties. "Very good, ladies!" the man cooed encouragingly, and despite everything Mandy felt a warm glow of pride at the notion of pleasing him. "And did Sequence Four make you feel more obedient than all the others?" Speaking felt too much like effort, so Mandy nodded loosely and slid off the couch down onto her knees. The other two followed suit almost instantly, and Mandy realized with a sinking feeling that the numb, stupefied sensation in her brain was accumulating with every trance. She didn't know what would be left of her after Sequence Five… but as the pendulum swayed into motion again, she knew she was going to find out.

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what is the best tmbg album in your opinion?

I don't know what the best is, but Lincoln was the one that Terry Pratchett and I bonded over and this was the last song we sang together, shortly before he died:

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i love cutthroat kitchen but bingewatching makes it really stand out how often alton brown refers to himself as ‘daddy’ and makes contestants wear spreader bars