#hypnomanip

[subliminalbo]

Internal Affairs #1: The Rookie

By the third week, Lydia’s revulsion was turning into arousal. By the third month, she struggled to remember the assignment at all.

I’m a cop, she reminded herself before rolling her hips, sliding down the john’s cock until it was pressed deep up inside her pussy. A soft moan staggered from Lydia’s lips. Again, I am a cop. Hips roll, cock deep, soft moan. I am a cop. Repeat until the john was satisfied.

It was all part of establishing her cover. Nobody would believe Lydia’s work if she didn’t do the work. Why couldn’t she enjoy it too?

I am a cop.

But she wasn’t a cop. Not really. It had once been Lydia’s dream. When she was eleven, two officers visited her class. The man looked like any other cop on the eleven o’clock news: wide shoulders, short cropped hair, carrying all that “fuck your civil rights” privilege with pride. Most of the boys stared at the gun on his hip, waiting for the little shit brave enough to ask, “Have you killed anybody?”

But it was the female cop that Lydia couldn’t take her eyes off of. She respected the children, spoke to them like people. Not like her partner who addressed the class like he was facing a courtroom. She didn’t look like any woman cop that Lydia had ever seen either. She was tall, and a statuesque beauty made her all the more intimidating. The boys only saw the man and the gun, but Lydia saw the looks between the two. How the man would turn to his partner before giving an answer. He only did it a couple of times, but it was enough for Lydia to know who was really incharge. No one had told her a woman could have that kind of power.

But Lydia’s dream of carrying a badge didn’t make it past high school. She ultimately chose a criminal justice degree at Carpenter State University over the police academy. She never expected that it was less of a path to a future, and more of a strange, meandering way back to her dream.

I am a

“...mindless whore,” the john said as she rode him.

Lydia stared down into his eyes. His face twisted between embarrassing expressions as he fought back the inevitable orgasm. The way he grunted his words, it surprised Lydia that the john could even try to talk dirty to her, most of his mental bandwidth allocated to holding out as long as he could. Lydia wasn’t cheap and she only took one shot for each service rendered. Every John wanted it to count.

“Is that how you like it?” Lydia playfully responded. “Young, dumb, blonde bimbos without a thought in their heads?”

The john grunted something back that a generous listener might say sounded like, “Yeah.”

“I am a mindless whore,” Lydia bit her lip. “My mind is just a wet hole aching to be filled by its Master’s cock.”

“Fuck,” the John gasped. “Say it again.”

“I am a mindless whore.”

“Again,” he pleaded.

“I am a mindless whore!”

“Again!”

I am a mindless whore.

Lydia had been applying to law schools when her professor approached her with the opportunity.

Lydia,

I was hoping you could set some time aside in your calendar to meet with a friend of mine from RPD. I think you’ll find it educational. If you’re interested, shoot me over some dates and I’ll set up the meet.

Best,

Dr. Bloom

Lydia met with the friend from RPD the next week in Dr. Bloom’s office. Lieutenant Barbara Keyes sat across from her at Dr. Bloom’s desk. Dr. Bloom briefly introduced Barbara then excused himself to let the two of them talk. Barbara wanted the meeting to feel informal. “Call me Barbara,” she quickly said when Lydia referred to her by her title. But the location betrayed the intention. Not a lot of people knew that Lieutenant Keyes was there.

Lydia did her best Sam Spade, studying the woman across the desk. Mid-thirties to early forties, no ring on her finger. More likely a divorcee than a spinster. A married to the job kind of cop, she figured. But most important was the confidence–Lydia realized as she watched Barbara speak that she carried herself with the same confidence that had first caught her eye all those years ago in her sixth grade glass.

They chatted for a moment about Lydia’s education, Barbara’s background, and quickly found a comfortable place where they were just talking like old friends until Barbara said, “So Charlie tells me you’re his best student."

“Best,” Lydia laughed. “I don’t know about best–”

“I do,” Barbara cut her off. “I’ve known Charlie a long time and I trust his judgment.”

Lydia sighed, considering her next move, then decided that it was best to just cut through all the bullshit. “So is this a job interview?” she asked.

Barbara sat straight, unmoved by Lydia’s candor. “Lydia, I work in IAD. Do you know what that is?”

“Internal Affairs,” Lydia blinked.

“Unfortunately, I find myself in the position of trusting absolutely no one in the Romero Police Department, which means when it comes to recruits I need to look in unorthodox places.”

“Like Carpenter State,” Lydia said.

“That’s correct.” Barbara nodded. “Now, on top of my position in IAD, I’m also the deputy director of the RPD sex work task force. Since the task force formed two years ago, we’ve managed to clean up much of the areas around Carpenter State, which is a point of emphasis for the commissioner. That being said, River City remains frustratingly impenetrable.”

“I don’t understand,” Lydia said. “So is this a job interview…to go undercover?”

“I need young, female cops,” Barbara said. “But more specifically, I need young, female cops who don’t look like cops.”

Barbara was right. It was unorthodox, even downright unethical. But it was hard for Lydia not to admire the risk she was taking. Barbara Keyes was the kind of woman who valued education over brute force, that’s why she’d turned to Carpenter State for new recruits. And Lydia understood her reasoning too–her dream of becoming a cop came to an abrupt end in high school after a highly public, sweeping police corruption case in Romero upended the department. It had shaken Lydia’s faith in justice, but she couldn’t totally let those values go. If anyone else had come to her with this offer, asked her to play the role of a prostitute as an inexperienced, secret cop? She wouldn’t have just turned them down. She would have blown the fucking whistle. But Barbara was different. Lydia couldn’t stop seeing that cop from sixth grade. For some reason she wanted to do what Barbara asked of her. She had no choice but to accept.

I am a mindless whore.

Lydia always came with the john. That was what made her one of the most popular and expensive whores in River City. She’d been trained that way. She’d been trained that way because it made her a good cop. A good whore was a good cop. But she always seemed to forget about that when she was on top of them, bracing herself against the headboard as her body rocked from the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. It was always better when she was with a john.

They’d leave the money on the small table by the door and before they exited, Lydia would always offer something to keep them thinking about her.

“Your cock felt so good,” she said, dreamy eyes selling the illusion that this fuck was anything more than a transaction. “Next time I’d even let you cum inside my pussy.”

“You do that?” the john smiled.

“Well,” Lydia pondered as if she wasn’t reading a script. “I’d have to charge an extra five grand. Secret menu, you know? High premium for the risky stuff. But it’s worth it for my favorite.”

The john melted as she batted her eyelashes. They never had that kind of money, but goddamn they would fuck anyone over for that opportunity.

Lydia worked tirelessly through the night. Fucking, sucking, even occasionally offering her shoulder to cry on. She didn’t stop until she saw the pale blue light of the morning sky through the hotel room’s yellowing curtains. She took a quick shower, collected the evening’s take into a fat envelope, then flipped through her phone’s camera roll. 

The johns blurred together until they became one universal face. The only way she remembered them was by the pictures. She insisted on snapping a photo of every john’s ID before taking them to the hotel. “For security,” she would innocently say. 

Nobody had been busted by Lydia yet, so why should they suspect that it was anything more than a safety precaution? The johns liked Lydia and they wanted her to feel safe. But truthfully the IDs were part of the operation, one of the few things that actually made her feel like she was a cop. Barbara had been frustratingly vague on the details of her job, but Lydia knew that she was looking for somebody. Many of the johns were cops, and given Barbara’s role at IAD, Lydia assumed that she was trying to catch one of her own. But who?

She never recognized the faces. And try as hard as she could, she couldn’t match the names to them. They were right there next to the pictures, but something made it impossible for her to think of them as anything other than, “john.” The blue-eyed john, the brown-eyed john, the john with the scar next to his lip. Lydia selected the photos from her roll, a dozen for this night, and forwarded them in an email before deleting them from her phone forever.

Why had she done that? The details of her night’s work were better off with someone who understood it. No reason to burden herself with that knowledge anymore.

Before she could finish dressing, the room's phone rang. She was reluctant to pick it up, but the mechanical sound of the old fashioned landline phone drew her toward it. Something is wrong, she thought. I shouldn’t answer this.

It rang again, and she was powerless. Lydia lifted the receiver from its cradle and pressed it to her ear.

I am a cop.

“Good morning, Lydia,” the voice on the line said.

I am a cop.

“Good morning,” she slowly replied.

I am a

“I trust the evening was productive.”

I am a

“Yes…” she breathed.

I am

“And the IDs?”

I am

“I forwarded them to your email,” she said.

I

“Good,” the voice said. “And the night’s take?”

I

“Twenty-four grand.”

I am a mindless whore.

“That’s very good, Lydia,” the voice replied. “You know where to drop it off.”

Everything Lydia believed she was evaporated at the tinny sound of the telephone’s ring. By the time she heard the voice speak, that Lydia was already gone, replaced with the mindless whore she’d been trained to be. And she was one of the best in River City. She couldn’t fight that truth no matter how hard she tried to lie to herself. It felt too good.

“Tell me what you are, Lydia,” the voice commanded.

“I am a mindless whore,” Lydia said without hesitation. Speaking it out loud now drove her to the edge of another orgasm.

“That’s right,” the voice said, “And that’s all you’ll ever be.”

[shotgungt]

Hypnovember Day 14: Advertisement

[captusanimo]

[sleepdeepboy]

hypnomanips of apocolyptis ( @somnus-apocolyptis ) by @ringmistresslucy 

note the original is on tumblr on those profiles but is NSFW, hence the reblog here of the linked pictures on their tumblr WITHOUT THE NSFW ONE(should the pictures be removed on their blogs, they will automatically go here i believe)

[hypnoladz]

[hypnospects]

Krysten Ritter takes a hypnotically-aided nap

i officially have no idea how to post gifs on tumblr anymore, so, here

https://orig05.deviantart.net/bc15/f/2017/235/7/9/ritterhyp_by_hypnospects-dbl45ja.gif

[subliminalbo]

Charlotte had at least one student like Jamie every semester. Some stuck up bitch from a rich family who thought she owned the school. Jamie was only in freshman English to collect a GE credit, and her attitude showed it: frequently late to class, browsing twitter during lectures, talking to her friends throughout class discussions. Any other year, Charlotte would have been too timid to make an example of Jamie, but this was a new semester and a new Charlotte Blake.

To Jamie's credit, her will was strong. When she looked into Professor Blake's empty white eye and she heard the mysterious voice commanding her to submit, Jamie tried to fight back.

"What the fuck?" she cried, squirming in her chair across from Professor Blake's desk. "What the fuck is wrong with your eyes? What was that voice?"

Jamie was used to teachers making a stink about her attitude, but usually throwing her father's name and money around made any troubles go away. She'd never come up against someone like Professor Blake, never witnessed something like The Master.

Charlotte smiled. Even as one of the Master's vessels, she could enjoy the simple satisfaction of turning a problem student like Jamie King into a drooling slave.

"Don't fight it," Charlotte said without speaking, simply staring through Jamie with those white eyes, her intoxicating voice projecting into Jamie's mind, dulling her sense like a mental venom. "Join us."

submit, surrender, obey

"Please!" Jamie cried, her head swiveling on her shoulders as the mental assault weighed down on her. "I'll be good! I'll stop talking in class! I'll write the fucking papers! I'll...I'll..."

Charlotte had risen from her seat and stepped around the desk, unbuttoning her blouse as she approached Jamie. "You'll obey."

"O-obey..." Jamie repeated.

Charlotte took her young student by the chin, admiring her work. "All life surrenders to the Master," Professor Blake moaned.

"Master..." Jamie said in a dreamy sort of voice, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Please..." Her body was shaking, a part of her inside was still trying to fight the fate that Charlotte had already decided for her. "Let me go..."

Jamie quivered when Charlotte dropped her bra, exposing her hard nipples. When Charlotte's voice said "Drink," Jamie couldn't hesitate. She closed her eyes and leaned in, pressed her full lips to Charlotte's nipple, and suckled at her breast. Jamie obediently drank every last drop of the inky black liquid that filled her mouth. When Jamie opened her eyes again, they were as white as Charlotte's, marking her physical transformation into another one of the Master's vessels.

For Charlotte, Jamie was the perfect place to start the assimilation of her classroom. With the queen bee under her control, the rest were soon to follow. But they weren't finished tonight.

Charlotte stifled a moan as Jamie's greedy tongue slid up into her pussy, desperate for another drop of her Master.

[shotgungt]

"I see your colours.

They sway and dance for me.

I see myself in your colours.

I'll sway and dance for you."

[shotgungt]

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[shotgungt]

Emilia is lost in an eternal and ethereal euphoria.

(who said i cant do alliteration????)

[shotgungt]

Hypnovember Day 15: Benefits

"Slave-Sister Elizabeth, have you ever thought about just how lucky we are?"

"I don't think, Slave-Sister Ariana. And if you don't want me reporting this to Master, you need to stop doing so as well."

"No, no. I mean, I was thinking about how lucky we are because we get to serve our Master together! Our Master is so considerate because he kept us besties together!"

"Flatterer. You and I both know that the best way to show our gratitude is simply through good service. So, let's put on a performance that he will never forget!"

[shotgungt]

Hypnovember Day 12: Rollout

[shotgungt]

Hypnovember Day 9: Rumours

"No, no. You are definitely not overstepping.

In fact, I am glad that you asked this. I've been actually waiting for a chance to address it for a while.

The news about me hiring a personal hypnotist are true, there's no need to deny that.

However, I only hired him to help me prepare for my upcoming role. Our relationship is strictly professional.

I definitely didn't hire him because he can perfectly shape my mallable will into his liking and treat me like his submissive actress slut.

I don't even know where that rumours started. Maybe it was the day where the paparazzi caught me going commando or maybe it was the other interview when I spaced out for a while when talking about my next role. I don't know. All of them are far from reality and not just because I have direct commands to deny everything.

He is totally not brainwashing me each day to make me a better sex slave, nor does he put his divine cock into my unworthy pussy every day just because he hypnotized me to believe that it's the greatest feeling I can ever imagine.

All. Baseless. Speculation.

Now, what is your next question?"

[shotgungt]

Hypnovember Day 24: Caution

[shotgungt]

Hypnovember Day 23: Within

"Master, come on! You know that word gets around your harem pretty fast. Everybody knows that Elizabeth has joined us ... and you also know that I'm going to tease her so badly for this! So please, pretty please with a cherry on top, pleeeeaseeee throw your slave the bone she desperately craves here! And no, I'm not talking about your cock this time..."

"What method did you use on her? How easily did she fall under your control? What triggers did you give her? I want every single detail Master! Every. Single. Detail."

"What? Of course I'm asking because I also want to play with her! Duh! You know me. Don't ask questions that you already know the answers to."

"Oh, information comes with a price? Do, tell. In return, you're also going to give Lizzie my enslavement details as well? The triggers that make me tick, the weakest spots in my body, everything..."

"Heh-heh, silly Master. As if I'd have it any other way."