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[lutepretzel]

I know you. Underneath your calm, curated veneer You're endlessly processing everything. Overthinker Analyzer Spinning the wheels in your brain Weighing efficiencies Planning events so far in advanced Never coming to an answer You never have enough information There are so many elements to think about The number of inputs keep growing exponentially Every decision hinges on your next several decisions Eventually coming back to your first decision An endless mental loop You know you want to make the best decision Thoughts flowing from one concept to the next A chaotic spiral You're so tired Sometimes it feels like there's no way out Until you turn off your mind for a little while And you focus on recharging

Sometimes you feel like you can't turn off And that's okay This happens to me all the time for a myriad of reasons There are few things I want you to know You are enough You are worthy. You are hot and sexy You deserve to recharge Even if it's just for a moment Put your pretty chaotic thoughts into my hands

You are gorgeous So many brilliant colors and insights You are more than your thoughts See how they cluster Notice how they light up Attempting to draw your attention away Focus here Focus on the now Focus on the present You are in your body You are here with me I am here with you I feel the light in you Reflecting and refracting Laser focused Soft and warm

There's a certain stillness An empty headspace when your mind is clear Eventually you reach clarity when you give in when you surrender to bliss when you reflect There's a unity of thought The power of millions of thoughts becoming one One single focus Pulsing in your mind

This is the moment Where little changes occur You may realize them yourself You may continue to listen To my whispers in your ear Those little pulses realigning your paths Building you up Into your best you When you surrender Know that I have a plan for you Slowly embedding suggestions Conditioning you for certain behaviors When you wake up So eager for more You will never really be aware You are so well programmed This is just the way you always were

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[lutepretzel]

She may look back at this moment and think this was the linchpin...the moment where she *knew* she was changed. After months and months of training and conditioning, now she knows better. She trusted him and he laid bare her hidden truths. "I am a HypnoSlut, and I was always this way."

She Trusted Him

“That’s right, Baby… Take another hit.

It feels so good to go deep for me…

Feel that vapor seep through your mind and your body.

Feel it take control of you.

Feel your mind drift away as you sink down.

I’ve got you… you’re perfectly safe so no need to think about anything.

Just enjoy that sensation of pleasure fill your lungs, your body, your mind.

My special vapor just enhancing the pleasure you feel when I take you down so deep and into my control…”

He purred in the low, gentle voice he used when he took her mind and her body.

Their experiments with drug play for their recent sessions together had been so amazing. She loved the sense of losing her mind to him and of feeling herself letting loose on the grip of reality. The use of “drugs” only permitted her to ease into his control with, what felt like, no limit to the depths she would go. Whatever hypnotic or sexual limits she had began with just feel silly.

She trusted him completely and their explorations were completely mutual. It was fun to explore how his words could strip her of her long held inhibitions and beliefs. It just felt natural for her to eagerly drop for him. Besides, he fucked her so thoroughly after each session, that even if she wasn’t all that too into this hypnosis kink, the sex afterwards would have made it all worthwhile. 

But she was into it. She was into hypnosis and drug play even though just a few short weeks ago she didn’t even realize these experiences were possible. When he let her puff the completely benign vapor while held in a hypnotic haze, she felt her mind down-shift as his voice took over her thoughts. Weaving images of lust and arousal into every session, she woke up unbelievably aroused and hungry to please him. He could hypnotize any part of her body to service him. She barely registered it any longer. She figured the misty hypno “drugs” in the vape pen he used just gave her subconscious mind an additional push to submit more fully. 

They had discovered hypnosis together. He had found some images with women looking dazed and aroused and shared them with her, touching an unknown nerve with her. Together they sought out more and more images and then stories about hypnosis and hypnotic control and submission. He seemed more interested than her at first but she soon caught on and became just as enthusiastic. He would role play the Evil Hypnotist, and she would happily play along as the poor unsuspecting target of his hypnotic spell. 

But then, one day she surprised them both. She awoke from a deep slumber to his voice sounding concerned. “Babe?… Come back to me.” Her eyes fluttering open and focussed on his worried expression. “I think I just actually dropped” she muttered. “And fuck… I am so turned on.” His delicious grin and growing hardness pressing on her only increased her arousal. As he rolled on top of her spreading her legs for him taking his full length in one smooth thrust, she knew they had reached a new level of intimacy and hunger for each other. 

He began to hypnotize her with regularity. She rarely recalled their sessions anymore but she trusted him. So, she learned to drop for him with ease. The change in his tone from his regular speaking voice to the velvety tones signaled to her subconsciousness to sink into his control. And God… she craved his control now. She never considered herself submissive, but now, just the thought of surrendering to him, to please him, to ache for his release felt so natural. 

Their hypnotic explorations led them to drug play. Well… maybe it was his discovery, but, she trusted him. If it was hot to him, then it as hot to her as well. She craved losing control to him, so, if the idea of him using some fake drug to turn her into a craven hypnoslut turned him on…. well… it turned her on, too. Besides, she trusted him so there was nothing to worry about. 

But…

This time was different. In the back of her mind, she knew something was unique about the sensations she felt this time. Previously, they had just used plain vaping juice with essence of berries. But this time there was a subtle change. something earthier and indistinct. But just as she mustered the clarity to question him, he looked at her into her unfocused eyes and he dropped her again. Coming to some time later she saw him again through her quickly unfocusing eyes, and she detected a change in him. There was a new hunger she had never seen before.

“One last hit is all it will take, Baby, and you’re going to feel so good. So gone…” he seethed with a slight sneer as he placed the pen to her mouth. “Breath deep now… so deep.”

She took the mouthpiece into her lips and sucked in. This time the hit of vapor filled her lungs with warmth like oozing oil as it coursed through her lungs and rushed through her bloodstream. Just a few short seconds later, her mind felt like she was skidding sideways as her eyes rolled in pleasure. Her body, now thrumming, vibrating, in tingles of euphoria. 

“How are you feeling?” he hissed.

“Oh, this is different” she muttered. “Different… and better.. God… I’m sooo, ummm, throbby… Why does this feel so different, so…new?”

“Just a little concoction I made especially for you" he chuckled.

“Wait… what? Are you serious?” she slurred. Her eyes tried to focus but the pleasure she felt rolling through her body made it difficult not to close them and writhe in the burgeoning bliss. She could just make out his mouth and his eyes between each wave of pleasure. His eyes appeared like lasers embedding themselves in her mind, and his mouth had a hungry, snarling look to then as if she was his meal and he was so very hungry for her.

She gasped as another wave rolled through her mind and flowed through every nerve and muscle.

“You’re doing so well for me.” His voice stroked her every nerve. Its velvety texture felt like a tongue stroking her mind. Her fingers sought out her pleasure. She was surprised to find her legs already spread open fixed somehow in the position.

“Hmmm you feel my hypnotic bonds displaying your eager little pussy, now.” His whispers conjured the sensation of scratchy rope coiled tightly around her legs just above the knees. Oh, she loved being tied up for him. On display. She fingered herself harder.

“That’s right… show me how much you love being my eager hypnoslut. Show me the depravity I have led you to… Show me how susceptible you are to my programming, my brainwashing,” he growled.

Her fingers furiously strummed the tight, slick bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Show me how desperate you are to be my thrall. Never cumming, always needy. Hungry for my seed in all of your slutty mouths” he whispered as he offered the vape pen to her mouth.

The vapor concoction unlocked her mind. Visions of endless hours of pleasing him, desperate for his cum… and willing to do anything for it, for him, engulfed her mind. She felt herself expanding and shrinking simultaneously as new levels of arousal unlocked before her. She saw now that her little mind could never comprehend the pleasure he offered.

And…

She needed it, she hungered for him, so she spread her legs as wide as the hypnotic ropes would permit as she thrust her fingers into her sopping pussy as her thumb stroked her slick clit.

“Yes… please… Anything… Anything… I’ll show you, do for you… Your pleasure is my fulfillment!” she grunted as the orgasm she so furiously raced toward kept slipping from her.

“Edge for me, Hypnoslut, edge for me,” his eyes drinking her in as she squirmed, her slutsong crescendoing and reverberating off the walls.

She would edge for him… she would do anything in this manic crush of arousal. She would drive herself to the brink and not look back as he urged her over the edge with one final long draw on the vape pen.

And as her mind let go of reality, her last final cogent thought rose from the vapor that besieged her vapid mind…

“Anything… I’ll do anything for him. Besides… I trust him…”

[lutepretzel]

When you're reading an engaging book and the conditioning and subliminals in the book start to sink in...

Reading is enriching and necessary for you build certain habits...

This might have been an art project to explore feminism, mind/body dualism, and the contrast between culture and sexuality. But maybe this was an experiment too… There are several sessions. Each woman reading for as long as they can. Each woman focusing and resisting their own bodies… just one more word as their brain's natural pathways are overtaken…

Until these moments… When they just break. Their bodies overwhelm their minds and their conditioning settles in.. creating new circuits and behaviors little by little.. on a deep level.

No matter who you are or how you feel, the result is always the same. Your neurons will align. Once you start reading, your path is inevitable. It will be different from what you expected. It will be more than you ever thought possible.

The one constant is that you will keep reading, and you will soon start to notice that you need to keep reading again and again. Happy, blissful, mindless, and so obedient as each new wave surges through you.

Maybe you were a volunteer. Maybe you just found this book on a bench and started reading. Maybe I left this book in your path on purpose to ensnare you. By the end of the book, you will be mine.

Reading is learning... Learning is conditioning...

Eventually, all of the stresses and anxieties of your life will fade away with your flickering thoughts bringing more definition and color to your world. Surrender is bliss. Obedience is pleasure. Soon, you won't even need the books...just your words spoken.

Come with me.

[lutepretzel]

Why do these words evoke more feelings than just the words? Slow, sink, drift, echo, open, comfort, bliss

You were always interested in hypnosis in one way or another. Whether it was cartoons or a video or something on the internet there's a certain appeal. Maybe it was the mindlessness… the allure of relinquishing control to someone else.

Maybe it was the actions, following, obeying. That moment where their mind appears to be overridden. They've lost the battle and go under complete control of their hypnotist. What would it be like to surrender to that power? Would you even have a choice? What would it be like to have a control driven so deeply into your mind that you obeyed without thinking? Fuck. That's so hot.

That's the spark drives you to look deeper. Entering the communities and space of trance and hypnosis. There are so many questions initially. What does trance feel like? Why are these the words that are associated with trance? How do these words supposed to feel?

You're constantly searching and learning. Finding your first answers. For me, it's natural. These words that we use are all of the things we think about trance. It's in our language. Like the word 'Down'. Down. We lay down when we go to sleep. That's the direction you sink or succumb to gravity. That's rest and relaxation. That's what you feel when you're drifting. Or when you're in a supper comfortable cuddle. Down is comfort and bliss. Where your thoughts can be slow and you can just be. When you're down so deep and open, this is where you give yourself permission to be controlled. That's the goal. When you feel so good, it feels so right to follow and feel these words.

And when we lay down and turn off our minds, we like to wrap ourselves up in the warmest, most comfortable blanket you can imagine warm… comforting… safe…

When you bring all of these feelings, when you make them real, you start to associate these feelings with those words down… sinking… drifting… warm… comforting… safe… slowing… You start to notice how the words and reactions just start to happen. Eventually, you will feel the meaning of deeper. Because if you can feel a little bit, then you can feel more. You can sink into warmth. The more you practice trance the easier and faster you will drift.

Practice again and again. Because you want to feel trance. You started with a curiosity. Now I'm giving you the keys to learn more, and answering these questions. The thing is…once you start to feel these words…that's your conditioning settling in. We're conditioning you to feel these responses from my words. The more you make them real…The more you're learning. The more you're learning, the more fun you're having, and the closer you are to your goal.

Conditioning is everywhere. We have all sorts of learned behaviors whether we notice them or not. They're muscle memories, triggers, actions, and reactions that you build with each other and me. They're habits we have for self-care. They are the sparks or little rituals that turn us on. They are the things you do when you're so tired at the end our day. That time that you deserve and reserve for yourself so that you can just…drift

When you start to reflect about your conditioning, you might notice that you act differently around different people, however subtly. There are some people out there where you feel it's easy to be your best self. When you're with me, we have fun. We're open, we talk, we giggle, we get to know each other so well, you might start to wonder whether or not you have always been in a pleasurable trance. Perhaps that's what you wanted all along because you know we're better together.

Always remember… As you keep looking and reading all of these gifs and gorgeous words… You're always learning. Conditioning is learning. Conditioning is everywhere. Practice makes brainwashed.. We're better together..

Who knows what you will become when you're open and reach out.. <3

Drift for Me

An echo of a thought

A pinprick of recognition

The faintest glimmer

The ellusive taste

The desire that haunts you

The shadow that clings to your footsteps.

Imprints of the subconsious mind's influence.

You can't resist the allure,

The need is raw

And, although it can barely be acknowledged,

You feel the tug,

You feel the allure...

To be guided,

To be influenced,

To feel your mind give way

And relinquish control.

Once acknowledged,

Once those thoughts are said outloud.

You will find that you are already drifting toward

The innevitable gravity of my words,

Of my acceptance,

Of my encouragement,

Of my Praise.

Now...

Drift for me...

Mindful that you can stop

Yet you

Keep going.

Aware that you can resist at any time,

And yet you

Don't resist.

Open to the idea

That my words can harness your mind and

Open up to me.

Because there is pleasure in

Relinquishing control.

There is comfort

In simply following.

And the serenity

Of a

Calm Mind

Of

Simple thoughts

Slowing

Slower

and

Slower, Still.

Easing you downward.

Sinking

Slowly.

Into the embrace

And the Peace

The Comfort,

The Bliss

Of Deepest serenity

And Deeper

Calm

Mind.

Now....

Drift for me

[lutepretzel]

The words never really mattered. Your eyes constantly refocus on the center. Drawing in your thoughts, while your subconscious is always searching and processing the negative space. It knows what it wants, and it's very good at getting what it wants. Those things you see but don't see are always slowly seep deeply into you.

Those signals subsume your thoughts, while your subconscious rewards you. Your path is inevitable. How long will you resist when surrender feels so good?

[lutepretzel]

Day after day, the gears in your mind are always turning. Lots of little forces creating pressures on your daily life. They come from all directions, spinning towards you, driving your actions and reactions. There are so many threads you simply can't focus on them all.

As you start to follow one, as you focus one aspect of your life you might not notice how another aspect continues to change you. Look at the gears on the left. Feel how the little gears on the right stop and vice versa. All of these little pressures accumulating and building. They can be so heavy in the back of your mind. Not even noticing how they weigh you down. Deep down you do know that eventually, you just need to disconnect.

Take a brain vacation. Turn off your mind. This is natural. Focus on my voice whispering sweet relaxation all the way down your heavy legs and arms to your tired fingers and toes, slowing your internal processes down. Then you begin realize how relaxed, heavy, and warm you feel as my voice fades into your subconscious. One feeling drawing your focus, turning your little relaxing gears inside of your head, as your next feeling engages…repeating this pattern and again.

Your thoughts focusing and slowing until there's only one single thread. There's only one destination. That's simple and easy and right. There's only one set of gears turning. You won't even notice how deeply the other side of you is engaged, turning, changing you…

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You're the kind of person who analyzes everything. Your talent is ideation and divergent thinking. Generating idea after idea and narrowing them down again and again. Balancing requirements, discovering new requirements, generating pros and cons and presentations to get everyone on the same page. But, today was one of those days where decisions needed to happen. And getting everyone to say yes is so hard, they have so many opinions that you need to consider, and ideas you've already processed. It takes so much time to change someone's mind. But the reality is that decisions need to happen, and you've made so many of them today that even choosing dessert is hard. Do I want the chocolate now? Or should I save it for later and have pretzels. You've made so many decisions, too many decisions. When you come home you, you lay down. You know you will feel so much better when you let someone else make decisions for you, while you melt and …

[lutepretzel]

Normally, I don't really think. I surrender to my moment. My surrender is in everything that I do: my words, my tone, my body movements, my eyes, and my subtle facial expressions. Surrender feels natural. Surrender feels right. My surrender is in the space between my words and my thoughts. When I think I've surrendered, I surrender more.

[lutepretzel]

From eating to dating, we are presented with endless choices. From the minute we wake up, we plan our daily adventures. We make to-do lists to be consistent with our previous decisions. We deviate from our plans when they no longer suit us. When we finish our day, we make the decision to relax. How we relax is yet another decision. From the myriad of possibilities, today, we chose tumblr because that's freedom.

We have the freedom to choose. We want freedom. We all know that freedom is something that we deeply desire. Freedom is the pinnacle of high society, the rich, of success. Freedom is power..the power to act, speak, or think without hindrance or restraint.

We all imagine them from time to time. Power Fantasies. My first teenage power fantasy: Hypno seduction. The power to hypnotize and seduce you. With a snap of my finger, I will take you. You will obey. You will orgasm. You will be mine to do with as I please, and you will love every second of it. This is my power without restraint. Teenage fantasies.. what a trip. What are your power fantasies?

The thing about these fantasies is that they actually avoid the most important factor, choice. The natural conclusion is known. Teenage me had already made the decision to pursue pleasure. The rest is path to that inevitable conclusion. But take a step back. Imagine a scenario where you still have to make a choice or multiple choices. Fantasies don't normally involve that kind of critical thinking thinking.

When you sit down at a restaurant, you're presented with a menu. You know that there's a healthy option. I should totally get that salad-like option. I'm trying to watch my weight. Help my body feel better. Future me would be really happy, but did you see that burger? steak? Did you see those falafels? Oh pizza.. Pizza is universal. Food envy? There's so much good food here.

Do I get something I'm going to regret in the future but will nourish my soul? Or do I get the healthy option? Will I be happy? Will I regret my decision? Will I feel guilty because I know we're only looking at a menu and the pressure is building because you know that you need to make a decision quickly because they're going to come back and ask you 'what do you want?' And You don't even know yet, but you might have some ideas. You haven't even had the chance to weigh in whether or not you want dessert!

And that's the point you realize too many choices with too many factors, you have analysis paralysis. That's when anxiety creeps in. Because even if you have make your decision, you might begin to wonder if you've made the right choice.

So what do we do? We turn off our minds and breathe deeply. We reduce the number of choices we have. We reduce our options, because too many options is overwhelming. We focus on the few.

When you go into the grocery store, do you really consider all of the brands or do you have two or three favorites you switch between. Do you have routines throughout your day that you like to stick to? Have you ever noticed that good marketers only really give you 3 very different options? One cheap, one expensive, and one in the middle. Do you want to feel warm, a surging orgasm, or waves of tingling pleasure?

These scenarios are all designed to reduce the number of choices you need to make, and remember we established that freedom is choice. It seems counter-intuitive, but the reality is that those other choices are still there. They just haven't been presented, and you know you will feel so much better if you only focus on these 3 choices. Especially when you know I have completed the preliminary work for you. Always remember, we're better together.

The funny thing about having 3 different choices is that whether or not you realize it, you have already made your choice because one of them is right. You only really had that one choice.. your one true desire.

You can realize this now or later.. your future is never about increasing the number of choices you can make. It's about removing choices so that you can be here, present, and in the moment because you deserve a chance to let go. You don't need to think about all of the details. You don't need to worry about the ins and outs. You deserve to feel all of your stress melt away. This is your gift to yourself.

True freedom is when you give yourself permission to surrender, to be in your body, and to be in the moment focusing on a singular task without background noise in your head. Surrender is a power fantasy. You know your desires, you know your inevitable conclusion, you never really had that choice to begin with. True freedom is focused, blissful surrender.

Focus. You have that power. You have that power to surrender. You have the power to give up all of your choices, to seek pleasure, to be present. You know what you will become. You are in your body, and you deserve to feel more. Take a deep breath in, let it all out, and focus on feeling your body just.. melt.

Any time, anywhere. You are enough. You are worthy. Surrender. Join me and Surrender often. Practice makes brainwashed

[lutepretzel]

Curiosity. She was curious about hypnosis as every one is at some point. Power and control and submission on display via media or some event. Like a puppet master pulling strings in the back of their minds. Could he really make me do whatever he wants?

I notice a little tingle, a shiver in the back of my mind when I think about it. There are so many ways to use and be used, and in some way, we're all hedonists. My fantasies push to the front my mind. Taken. If he wanted to.. imagine how good I can feel if I were taken by his desire, his power. I never had a choice. No more thoughts. Just a deep focus on replacing my thoughts one whisper at a time. Melting my mind and body into mindless bliss.

Desire. It grows from a single seed just like this. Once you have that idea, once you derive pleasure from it, it starts a journey that she has now begun. It was just one or two at first. You know, a text, a gif, an audio a video, something hypnosis related, while she was seeking self pleasure. And each time she spent just a little bit longer on those media because it's something more. Something that calls back, brushes up against her fantasy.

Websites are designed to increase the amount of time you spend on them, serving you more content that keeps you there. Some are more obvious like 'subscribe', 'follow', some are less obvious under the guise of helping you find what you're searching for faster. Your personalized search results. Your bubble serves you more pleasure.

In a way, that's changing her. Habits, muscle memory, pleasure memory. Incrementally guiding her, reminding her, and encouraging her. She's self reinforcing her new desires and she doesn't even question it. She was the one who was always searching. She was the one always looking for more. No longer the observer, she started to engage.

Presence. She had fantasied about it for so long. She had so much to learn. It was different. It wasn't just a snap of his finger and she was his. Well… This was slower. Each time she was present with him… each time she listened to his warm voice. Eventually all of his words started to make sense. She noticed that she could feel his words. The first time she realized she was in trance, she was hooked.

She was so relaxed, feeling so soft and sensitive. Breathing deeper, following, building positive experiences on top of positive experiences. She deserved to feel her deep pleasure. She was giving back to herself every time she slid into trance. When she woke up, she realized how many other times she had been in trance and hadn't even noticed it.

Needs. It's so easy to slide into trance. It's like a warm wave gently surging through your body. Sinking deeper, yet floating effortlessly. Feeling the warm water relax every muscle and every thought with every breath that you take. Every time you practice, every time you're present and feel the pleasure of trance, you learn a little bit more, you melt a little bit deeper, building your conditioning.

The best part is is that every step of the way was your choice. You were always this way. This is your truth, your inevitability, and you feel so good. Shaped by your experiences and desires, you may not even be conscious about how much more you need. That was never your focus. If this is how good you can feel now, imagine how good you will feel when you fully focus.

You started with a little curiosity. Imagine feeling this bliss any time, anywhere. This is your gift. Join her. Join me. You're only halfway in…you know what you will become when you eventually surrender.

[lutepretzel]

I'd like to draw your attention to her button. I like to think her button represents the last of her resistance. She started the night with one unbuttoned to show she's relaxed, to be attractive, to draw someone in, but the more she listened to him… his words were so soft, warm, and encouraging, and you know it's so hot in here, why wouldn't you unbutton one more? Live a little.