seraphimbreezy

[seraphimbreezy]

Hai hai! I'm Breezy. I've been interested in hypnokink for nearly 10 years now, but other than listening to a few audios I've never gotten really into it. I love the idea of being hypnotized, but I've never had someone I trust that was into it too. Theme-wise, I'm really into corruption, force-femme, inhibition loss, and/or bimbofication. I'd love to learn more and maybe actually try something out some day.

I've always wanted to do these so...

Hypnokink roll call! If you're here and into hypnosis, reblog and introduce yourself!

Hi, I'm Secret and I am a full time hypnodomme from New Zealand. I like intense fractionation, amnesia, iq play, roleplay and corrupting others. I do switch a little but only for the right people and ideas... I make audios professionally and started doing that in 2017 and one of my favorite hypnosis moments was back in 2019 when I got to brainwash a ballroom full of people at charmed, it was WILD and I am so thankful for the experience. 😅

[seraphimbreezy]

CW: Mental Health, Emotional Abuse, Childhood Trauma

Have any of my fellow transfemmes spent years being told by friends that they were well adjusted, only to find out once you went to therapy for some one-off issue that your upbringing actually royally messed you up?

Because like, I've had multiple ex friends make accusations that all my other friends said were just the ex friends being angry and projecting. But now I'm finally aware of how my intent and the result of my words differ and how my own mind is affected by the way I grew up with no real connection to my parents, and relearning how to be a person (a healthy one this time!). And I'm starting to wonder how that soup of experiences affected my sense of self and my identity.

So for those of you who know about attachment styles, I'm curious what yours are. And if you've healed from your past, and reached the point of having a secure attachment style, how did you do it?

[seraphimbreezy]

I'll never turn down a chance for bigger tits. I need them to pull off my personality.

Fuck the person you reblog this from, reblog to give YOURSELF bigger tits!

[seraphimbreezy]

This is a Slut Power Up post! Reblog this for good luck and for: 20 points off your IQ! Increased tit and ass size if you're femme! Increased cock and muscle size if you're masc! Increase to whatever aspects you think are sexiest if you're nonbinary! Lower inhibitions! Increased exhibitionism! Increased "fuck me" pheromones! Extremely increased horniness! Difficulty concentrating on anything that isn't sex-related! Don't ask how it works, it's a Tumblr spell. What more do you need to know?

Now go out there and get slutty. I'm rooting for you. The world needs you, bimbos and himbos.

[seraphimbreezy]

Just imagine, for a moment, that you have a regal and mysterious vampire wife. And she has all the dominant air of a masterful queen of the night. You're her loyal servant and pet, a hapless mortal that she fell in love with and agreed to marry, in exchange for your undying loyalty. You find out after a few years of servitude, just long enough that she's molded you into exactly what she wants, that she is into the most taboo thing of all for a vampire: werewolves.

She starts off with making you wear a tail and ears, holding you by your leash as she rides your cock. But soon, that isn't enough. She wants to be knotted. So she locks up your cock and makes you wear a strap-on with a big knotted dildo. Another few months, and this is starting to bore her too. You're good, but you're just not scratching the itch the right way. You're just not...feral enough.

Then one evening, you can tell that something has changed. She seems invigorated, excited even. You ask her what's going on, and she tells you to sit down. She tells you that she found a solution, and asks if you'd be ok with her bringing a werewolf into her bed. She knows you'll say yes; you could never say no to something that brings her pleasure.

That night, her new suitor arrives. She lets you sit in the room, caged and muzzled, while he ravages her. Claws dig into alabaster flesh, and her cries of pleasure meld with his howls of carnal lust. You squirm where you sit, unable to participate with more than your own desire and attention, while he takes her perfect immortal body time and time again. When he is finally spent, he pulls himself away from her, your normally perfectly put together princess of darkness a disheveled mess of tangled hair, marked skin, and werewolf cum. He licks her cheek before leaving the room, never even glancing at you, and she cranes her neck to watch him leave. Once the door closes, she motions for you to come over to her. Trembling fingers unlock your muzzle, and a devilish grin reveals her fangs as she tells you to clean her up. You oblige, of course, any reservations over what you're doing long since dissolved by the tide of desire threatening to overwhelm you.

This too goes on for months, stretching on for long enough that it begins to feel like this is the way it's always been. You almost forget what it felt like to make love the old way, but in spite of that, your desire has only grown. You've lost track of the days, but on the year anniversary of your wife taking her wolf to bed, she asks you a question. Are you willing to do anything for her? To be molded even further? And of course, you say yes. So she guides you to her bedchamber, to the silken sheets that have not graced your skin in an age, and bends down to unlock your cage. Your ears and tail go on next, then your collar and leash.

The lovemaking is like nothing you remember. The feeling of being inside her makes your mind hum with ecstasy, and her hypnotic gaze draws you in so that you can do nothing but stare at her beautiful face. She tells you to bite her shoulder, to grip her curves with all of that aching desire that you've shown her all these months, and you do as your told, desperate to be everything she wants of you.

You don't see her wolf enter the room, nor do you hear the soft padding of his feet across the hardwood floors. You don't notice the heat of his body behind you as your wife's hand grips the leash tighter, pulling you so tightly against her that you couldn't look away if you wanted to. You can do nothing but moan in surprise as his thick knotted cock presses against your entrance, your teeth clamping harder on the pale white skin between them. Your wife's moans chorus with your own, your cock pressing deeper inside her, your body being chased deeper into hers by the interloper behind you. Soon, you're as deep as you can go, and there's nowhere left for you to escape to; the wolf penetrates you fully, sliding in easily until his knot stops against the edges of your hole. Your wife grins up at you, that same face she makes when she tells you to clean her up making your heart skip, and asks if you're ready to become her perfect pet. And of course, you agree; you can do nothing else, nor would you want to.

The wolf's teeth graze your shoulder, much as yours graced your wife's, before digging in tightly. Unable to move, your body sings with fiery need as he knots you, your own cock throbbing inside of your wife as he begins to firmly fuck your waiting hole. Each of his thrusts moves your body in time with his, his movements making you make love to your dark princess. His clawed hands reach around to grope her rear, ensuring that you are pressed ever tighter between them. Her voice croons in your ear about what a good girl you are; how you've served her so well and that it's about time you get what you deserve. His voice contrasts hers, a throaty growl telling you that you're going to make the perfect toy; the object of affection when he or his pack need to breed and the dark queen of the night is otherwise occupied.

Your body burns like fire as fur begins to grow down your spine, a tail forming seconds later. Your ears push up to the top of your head, knocking the costume ears off and onto the floor. Every nerve ending sings as the fur ripples across your body, your hole and your cock both aching for more despite being actively used. The silver coat covers your breasts and belly, your curves growing to match your new role. Your feet shift and crack as you gain several inches of height, and your hands begin to mirror your wife's lover's after only a few moments. Your voice shakes as a howl breaks free of your throat, cut short by a quick pull of your leash. Your wife purrs in your new pointed ears, telling you what a good pet you are, as you feel your cock throbbing more than ever before. You feel the pressure build up as your own knot forms, and the woman of your affections looses a moan the likes of which you've never heard her make before. Still, the beast behind you grips your shoulder with razor sharp teeth, his cock still buried inside you. New muscles flex and tense as your transformation completes, your muzzle now digging fangs of your own into your wife's shoulder. She reaches her free hand up to stroke your long locks of hair, satisfaction written across her features. A whisper in your ear, and you finish, perfectly in time with her lover behind you. All three of your voices chorus in unison, an echoing howl of pleasure and accomplishment.

The werewolf removes himself from your tangled limbs and stands, leaning in to lick your wife's cheek before kneeling. A promise escapes his lips, to be at her beck and call whenever she needs. Gratitude is returned, for making her dreams a reality and for helping her mold her loyal plaything. The wolf turns on his heel and departs, the patter of his four paws across the flooring fading into nothingness.

Your wife gently pulls away from you, grinning ear to ear as she whispers soft praises in your ear. Only a moment passes before the cage is locked back on, a steel reminder of your place and the value she ascribes to you. Soon, you're on your knees at her feet, resuming the ritual of cleaning her body after one of her escapades. But this time feels different. This time there is a satisfaction that you have not felt before, and a sense of purpose that you would give anything to fulfill. This. This is only the beginning of things to come.

[seraphimbreezy]

No, but this is literally how I started down the trans girl pipeline. Almost every picture that left me yearning had the unanswered question of "do I want her or do I want to be her?"

[seraphimbreezy]

63AWU

I swear I'm working on that story I mentioned earlier. I've just run into a little roadblock...an obsessive need to world-build for any story I write. So I've been working on lore, and outlines, and character profiles. But I'm hoping to have the first entry done in the next couple of days! Maybe even tonight if I can beat the brain eels!

For a sneak preview, the story will follow the main character through his(her) recruitment to and training in an experimental mech unit known as the 63rd Advanced Warfare Unit, or 63AWU, and the trials that come with a program that specifically recruits transfemmes (or uncracked eggs) because of their predisposition to the systems required to make the advanced mechtech work. The 63AWU, and the rest of the regular units across the New Pacific Coastal Republic military, are charged with fighting off giant kaiju known as Demons, and their lesser counterparts, Fiends. The story will contain forcefemme, brainwashing/hypnosis, and corruption, with the potential for more as the story progresses and evolves.

[seraphimbreezy]

I've had this idea rattling around in my head all weekend and I want to do something with it but I suspect I don't have the attention span to do as much as I'd like.

TLDR, I wanna write a story about a "guy" who gets picked up by an elite mech pilot program, but they only select trans girls. So "he" gets taken to boot camp and put on a cocktail of feminizing drugs and trained to fight and pilot a mech, and the story focuses on her feminization, resistance, and the eventual cracking of her egg.

I'm tempted to do a series of short posts so that the idea of writing a full story isn't as daunting. Would anyone be interested in reading something like that?

[seraphimbreezy]

I love how hot it makes me when I find out how much bigger than me another girl is. Especially one that's much further along in her transition. The teasing that comes next...the exclamation of surprise and the insistence that I'll only shrink as I transition and how cute it is....

Please tell me more and rub it in my face. It's one of my favorite things.

[seraphimbreezy]

I love the discourse I have with my other transfem friends about figuring out why "I wasn't like other guys." Like, this stereotype or behavior is so prevalent, why am I not like this? And the overwhelming realization of "because I'm not a guy." And every single one of them is just like...yep. I did that too. Felt.

[seraphimbreezy]

[seraphimbreezy]

Reblog if you want to be hypnotized into a brainwashed bimbo, a horny pet, or just a needy, helpless mess. Or if you want a hug!

[seraphimbreezy]

Everyone's been talking about forcefem lately...but how do people feel about chastity? A good cage keeps her compliant and makes sure your new girl only cums like the cute bottom she is.

[seraphimbreezy]

Reblog if you want to be force femmed!

[seraphimbreezy]

I mean....seems like a lot of commitment but you have definitely got my attention. Wanna talk about what that looks like?

Is it just me, or has Tumblr been somehow even hornier lately? Not that I'm complaining. The uptick of forcefem content has been getting to me. Can...um...can I get some of that?

[seraphimbreezy]

Is it just me, or has Tumblr been somehow even hornier lately? Not that I'm complaining. The uptick of forcefem content has been getting to me. Can...um...can I get some of that?

[seraphimbreezy]

If you're currently feeling submissive and hypnotizable, reblog this post.