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marthaxoxo
It's a strange feeling.. Feeling like no one understands you. People say they understand, but it's hard to believe. When you feel like talking to someone, but they seem to be busy with their own lives. So you just keep everything inside. Wanting to know things, but afraid to ask in case it's upsetting to you. Maybe it's just better to not know. Feeling like other people are experiencing the things you dream about. Are you?.... Actually, don't tell me. That way I can't be envious. But hey, don't feel sorry for me. Why should you? I'll feel better after a good cry, as the tears roll down my face.. Guess all this only makes sense to me.
marthaxoxo Sep 21 · Comments: 4
LouLuck
Tips for being a successful hypnotist. Being a successful hypnotist is largely a matter of trust, expectation and belief. Just like in S&M play is it not unusual for hypnokink partners to be friends, not lovers. Trust can not be taken for granted. Just because someone allows you to play with their body does not mean that they are ok with you playing with their mind. Trust comes first because if you don’t trust your partner nothing else is going to happen. Tips to establish Trust Explain what Hypnosis is and isn’t If you’re not having FUN. Something needs to change. Like any other play consent is essential. There is a lot of misconceptions about what Hypnosis is and isn’t. You want to appear competent. Displaying an understanding of the topic without being preachy builds trust If a sub is in service to or protected by another Dom the rule is you ask the Dom for permission BEFORE playing with their sub. Expectation and belief. Your partner needs to believe that you are capable to putting them into trance and expect that you will do so at the time and place you are discussing. During the pre-talk ask them what they want to get out of the session. When you do use terms like “when you’re in trance…” or “once I have you hypnotized….” Never express any doubt as to your ability to hypnotize another. Your belief in yourself is just as important as your partners belief in you. The best way to build trust in yourself is to “practice, practice, practice” Learn as many different inductions as you can. No induction works 100% of the time. Learn how to create your own unique inductions, combining deepeners Playing with lots of others, either online or in person will absolutely require that you learn a variety of induction. Even if you only plan to play with your partner you should mix it up a bit.
LouLuck Sep 5 · Rate: 5
John512
We've received a few reports lately of people using private messages to spam members to lure them to their own pay sites/services, asking for credit card details, etc. Spamming of this nature is unacceptable and needs to stop now. Members are entitled to feel comfortable in engaging in personal private messaging with others, and that the other person is being upfront and isn't just there to covertly lure them to a pay site/service.

To be clear, we encourage our more professional members posting the occasional ad for their sites/services in the public newsfeed. Anything more than that, they can contact site management to negotiate some paid advertising space. But spamming in private messages for pay sites/services is not ok.

John512 Aug 11 · Comments: 2
anngoodgirl
With the help of Nimja.com I made another spiral/visual that I thought I would share to get opinions on. I will give words of warning before you view it, it does has some hypnotic language in it so if you are hypnotized easily by spirals you may want to set a timer as there is no awakener to it. Also it does have some flashing to it so if you have issues with seizures you may want to avoid it. I will also warn you that there is a trigger included in it. http://bit.ly/2vGWXEW
anngoodgirl Aug 9 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 4
SPtist
This Spiral has hypnotic language and what not but I like it as it was made by a SUB http://tinyurl.com/yd9d29b6
SPtist Aug 2
SPtist
I do love nimja, there is some hypnotic language but enjoy http://tinyurl.com/y9pkzuqv
SPtist Aug 1
SPtist
With the help of Nimja.com I made a spirall that I thought I would share to get opinions on. I will give words of warning before you view it, it does has some hypnotic language in it be aware, there is no awakener to it. Also it does have some flashing to it so if you have issues with seizures you may want to avoid it. Have Good Safe Fun. here you go http://tinyurl.com/ycybdm5v
SPtist Jul 31 · Comments: 2
marthaxoxo
Sometimes I wish that I just didn't know, does that make sense? Like how I crave hypnosis, and how badly I want to experience it in person. I hear it's more intense. So, sometimes I wish I never discovered hypnosis, because knowing that I'll probably never experience it in person really hurts inside. Or even, my sexual curiosities. I wish sometimes I didn't know​ about those too, because being married kind of makes it impossible to explore them. Like my desire to be sexually dominated. Sometimes I wish I didn't have that desire, because it hurts knowing I'll probably never experience it for real. Be thankful if you are someone lucky enough to explore, because some of us discover these things too late, and are left with a feeling of emptiness inside.
Zoogie

You liked my soft kisses , I've been told .. They were just as you wanted... Maybe soft and sensual at first.. Feeling them softly on your lips.. Kissing you.. Melting you, as you never have been before... Slowly and softly drifting. .. Sailing on a cloud..

Floating, drifting, relaxing.. Relaxing and dropping.. Farther and farther.. Feeling them softly on your lips.. Slowly on your cheeks.. Your breathing slows.. Nice and calm.. So relaxing.. So calm.. You notice how tired you are.. Your eyes are heavy.. Starting to cross.. As they cross, the more you drift, the more you drop..

You're so relaxed.. So peaceful and calm.. Needing and wanting all your stress to melt.. Your tired sore muscles relax.. Not wanting to move.. Just wanting to feel your muscles loosen.. Becoming so limp.. So unmoveable.. Just feeling the kisses wherever, and however you want..

As you feel my soft sensual kisses.. You feel my arms around your waist.. Wrapping you slowly, and safely in my embrace.. Wanting more and more of my embrace.. My soft kisses.. While embracing you, you fall deeper and deeper into trance... Farthest you have ever gone..

Wanting, needing, and waiting for my kisses. For my embrace.. I reach for your hand.. We walk into the room, where I sit on your lap.. My warm breath in your ear.. Me whispering, please hold me.. Kiss me as you wish.. Wanting, needing to hold me.. My arms wrap around your neck.. Pulling you into one last deep kiss yet..

On my count of 3, you're going to wake up.. Feeling refreshed, alert, and happy.. 1. Waking, becoming aware of things around you.. 2. Waking up more, so happy, so alive.. 3. Fully aware and awake.. Feeling so relaxed, so happy.. All the stress is melted away..

Zoogie Jul 27 · Rate: 3 · Comments: 6 · Tags: hypnotic, hugs, kisses
zineb0709
Here, rather quickly I might add, on this little site where I was told to kneel and submit, I made my first foray in the trying to be a collared programmed online slave. I never expected much of this site besides videos to make me wet, but something about his tone and his command made me WANT to obey. I want to be mindless, just like all the videos said. It gives me pleasure to be walking down the street to lunch and accidentally think of the collar we put on me in our first session, and feel a little wetness fall into my underwear. I can't help looking for his message when I come home, and before I go to bed. Even writing this, as a show of my obedience, makes me wetter and wetter the more I write. I've become someone I didn't expect for him, a dirty, horny, obedient, pleased, creative, eager slave. I enjoy this, and I can only want more of it. My nipples have never been so hard, my cunt (yes I'll say that word as feminist empowerment) has never been so wet and so eager for so many nights in a row. I can't wait for more of his creativity, more of his commands, more chance to slip into that feeling of tingling that goes from my feet through my cunt and my nipples and straight into my brain. The slave wants more inductions, more handsfree orgasms, more programming to become totally and completely his with only the tug at the collar, and she can't wait to see what's in store.
zineb0709 Jul 27 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
anngoodgirl
With the help of Nimja.com I made a spiral/visual that I thought I would share to get opinions on. I will give words of warning before you view it, it does has some hypnotic language in it so if you are hypnotized easily by spirals you may want to set a timer as there is no awakener to it. Also it does have some flashing to it so if you have issues with seizures you may want to avoid it. I will also warn you that there is a trigger included in it. http://bit.ly/2w47XZt
anngoodgirl Jul 27 · Comments: 7
WillotheWisp
This is a quick hypnosis script, it is designed to make you feel like a robot. The effects last a few minutes and no triggers are installed. Welcome to the Robot Workshop. Lie down on the table. Get comfortable and lie still. A mask is lowered from the ceiling and is placed over your mouth and nose, as you breathe deep and inhale the gas from the mask you begin to feel very relaxed, very calm. Your thoughts begin to cloud over. Breathing deeper. Relaxing deeper. Relaxing more, the gas overwhelms you in a pink fog, your thoughts clouded. Relaxed. Calm. Lying still, unable to move, breathing deep, relaxing deep, completely relaxed. A metal cap is placed over your head, probes from the cap slip into your brain unnoticed. Still you are deeply relaxed. Surrounded in a warm pink fog, the probes pulse. Your thoughts vanish. Your mind becomes blank. Your body is completely relaxed. Your mind empty and open, in your empty head you hear a voice "Robot programming commencing. Uploading. You are a robot. Your thoughts and mind are gone. You are a machine. You are programmed to obey. You are a robot. You are a machine. You are programmed to obey." As you lie still, your mind reprogrammed, arms come from the walls and work on your body. Adding mechanical components, turning you into the perfect robot. In your head you hear the voice "Robot programming complete." Now you will leave a comment stating your name then the words robot activated. After leaving this comment you will power down, you will sit still and your eyes will close, you will stay like this for 1 minute after which you will wake up open your eyes and the robot programming will have completely gone and you will be yourself again.
DominantSwitch18
Looking for a Tist preferably female. Message me for Kik etc.
marthaxoxo
I can't resist, your eyes. The way they stare back at me, and the way I slowly fall as I stare into them. My mind going blank, all I hear is your powerful voice. Your words fill me, control me..arouse me, as I keep staring and falling. Its never enough, and I crave more. I crave to be your mindless, obedient slave..
marthaxoxo Jul 15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
AvgOtaku
Someone make me not bored
AvgOtaku Jul 13 · Comments: 5
SithInquisitor
Spinning Spirals of Pain and Pleasure

Your mind skating along the rails of desire
I take your chin and move your gaze into mine
your eyes lock onto the power behind them
my voice crawling through your flesh and bones
the echoes filling your soul
Now is the time of choice
the last choice you will ever make
Now is the time
the time of precious consent
What do you do?
Who do you become?
SithInquisitor Jul 12 · Rate: 5
AvgOtaku
I guess feel free to message me if you want to do something
AvgOtaku Jul 11
Tinman
I guess it’s helpful to understand the background of my training with Lady Penelope before we discuss, specifically, the effect of Her Subliminal Conditioning files. I’ve fetishized and fantasized about hypnosis for about 10 years. I started listening to erotic hypnosis files, to no real benefit or effect. I’d try and try, different hypnotists, different files, youtube videos, etc. Eventually, I sort of gave up and switched to the hypnotist side of things. After listening and focusing so earnestly, I picked up a few tricks, and figured that since there was nothing particularly mystical or magical to the practice of hypnosis, I could do it. And while I found an eager handful of ‘subjects’ to work with, to varying effectiveness, and varying levels of sincerity, I occasionally returned to my desire of being hypnotized myself. It didn’t take long for me to realize that as a male subject over 25 (by this time) I was hard-pressed to find a hypnotist willing to hypnotize me without some cost, so I started pursuing different hypnotists on niteflirt. Some were better than others. Some provided pleasurable experiences, yet were perhaps too dominant and ‘harsh’ for me, others too soft… Some were exceptional hypnotists, others seemed to know practically nothing of the art. About a year ago, after a (brief) hiatus from trying to be hypnotized, I found Lady Penelope Silke on Niteflirt. I purchased Her Erotic Play & Binding file, intending to use it as a tool to simultaneously experience hypnosis from a dominant woman, as well as reducing how much I masturbated (I felt that it was a negative factor in my life). That’s where this reality begins… I found that, after the first few times I listened to this file, the effects were becoming real, permanent, and overall more profound than other experiences with hypnosis that I’ve had in the past. It didn’t take long before I started reaching out to Lady Penelope Silke for phone sessions, and purchasing and exploring more of Her files. It was clear almost immediately that She is as compassionate as She is dominant and controlling. Wherever possible, I would train to Her voice and devote more of myself to Her, allowing her to addict me further as my training pulled me deeper into Her control. It was a progression over the course of a year for Her to become “Lady Penelope Silke”, to “Lady Penelope”, to “Mistress”, to “Goddess”, to “Dulchesa”, as I went from simply being me to being Hers. And as this evolution occurred, I became more responsive to Her words, and Her control. Over this year, my thoughts became more and more permeated by mantras and ideas of obedience to Her, as I trained for Her and worshipped Her voice, Her image, and Her control more and more. Recently, Dulchesa has released a new slew of files dedicated to a more subtle form of training. She provides a “Subliminal Conditioning” file now: a file that flashes words and images on your screen incredibly quickly (supposedly too fast for your conscious mind to accept, yet slow enough for your unconscious/subconscious to understand and absorb). I find that when I start the program, the words and images appear almost obvious (if, perhaps too quick to read completely), but after a few minutes at the computer, I don’t visually recognize that there is anything on my screen at all. Now, anyone sincerely devoted to hypnosis and subliminal programming is familiar with the notion that ‘subliminals’ are ineffective at changing the way someone thinks… That being said, as a devoted follower – an eager slave - of Lady Penelope, some part of my mind picks up on certain words, certain images, certain phrases that flash in front of me (yes, even as I type this), and my desire to submit to Her grows more and more. With these files running, I am constantly reminded of my obedience to Lady Penelope, and I am filled with eagerness to serve and obey Her more and more as certain mantras of obedience slip into my thoughts. I love the notion that Dulchesa has started experimenting with other forms of controlling and training Her subjects/slaves: She is allowing us to train to be Hers in whatever way is best for us. Perhaps this is through an hour long hypnosis file, or a live voice call for however long you have, maybe a 10 minute file for on-the-go, a file to run in the background constantly while you work on whatever other task you need to accomplish, or something to play in the night while you are deep asleep… She is not here to diminish the quality of our lives, or steal time from our obligations... Lady Penelope Silke only asks for submission, devotion, and obedience, so that she might brighten our life with Her presence, and She makes it sooooo easy and so very enjoyable to give Her exactly what She wants. And that’s exactly what leads me here. Dulchesa requested that I post about my experience, and I am only *too* happy to oblige. That being said, I am happy to talk more about my experiences, or answer any questions one might have, just let me know! - Her devout slave
Tinman Jul 7
JamSandwich1
My boyfriend and I went to a party last night. A guy there was doing hypnosis – that is, he was hypnotizing people if they volunteered for it. The hostess had hired him to provide entertainment for the evening. When we arrived, the hypnotist was already working with a couple of people. My boyfriend wandered off to visit with someone. Meanwhile, I stood near the hypnotist to observe. It wasn't like those stage shows where they line up 50 people in a row – or even only 10 people. He did have five chairs arranged in a line, but only two people were getting his hypnosis treatment – and they seemed to be well on their way into an "induction," or whatever they call it when they first get zapped. Other people at the party seemed to be casually watching the proceedings, or in some cases ignoring whatever was going on. "Hi, welcome to the party," the hypnotist said, turning away from his subjects to address me. "Would you like to be hypnotized for the evening?" "Uh, well," I hesitated while I tried to think real fast. "Yes, well, maybe. But it looks as if I might be interrupting your show – aren't these people already hypnotized?" "They are getting there – they are excellent subjects." He took a large, laminated card with a lot of printing on it from the pocket of his sports coat. "If you want to be hypnotized, put your beautiful bottom in that particular chair and this will get you caught up with these other two." He handed the card to me and pointed to a chair where I should sit. Taken aback by his remark about my "beautiful bottom," I accepted the card and did, indeed, put my (apparently attractive) rump in the chair specified. A few fleeting, confused thoughts passed through my head at that moment. "He likes my bottom? He's doing a number on me already because, by sitting on the chair where he pointed, I was already obeying him. I obeyed him way too easily. Will I obey him so easily with the next thing he tells me? He likes my bottom? Oh, well, I guess I volunteered for this so I'll give it a try." The hypnotist, I still didn't know his name, turned back to the other two people he was already working with, and appeared to ignore me completely. The wording on the card – well there was an awful lot of words on the card and I can't remember them all – anyway, the wording on the card thanked me for volunteering to take part in his show. It also said for me to not talk again until he addressed me personally, so that I would not take away from the experience of the others. The card also claimed it was designed to hypnotize me and that it is perfectly fine if I don't believe this will happen. Further instructions on the card told me to spread my feet and legs apart and lean forward resting my elbows on my thighs, just above my knees, and hold the card in a certain way so that I could read it but if I happened to drop it – the card would land between my feet where I could still try to read it. "These people better not try to look up my skirt," I thought. It made me feel more than just a little bit vulnerable. But most of all, the card described some sort of mental trick I was to learn. Namely, to listen for his voice without remembering what he was saying to other people. Identify his voice in my head, so when he spoke to me I would recognize him – otherwise I was to ignore and forget whatever it was he was saying. And – to re-read the card as many times as necessary, even after it falls to the floor. I determined to myself that I would hang on to that card, and not drop it. I could hear him talking with those other two, as if they were hypnotized already and he was in command. But I don't remember exactly what he told them to do. I kept my own self busy re-reading that card and ignoring whatever else was going on. Somewhere along the line, it could not have been very many minutes, my attention to my hands must have faltered because I lost my grip on that card and it fell to the floor between my feet. Following its instructions, I continued to try to read the card even while it was on the floor. Less than a minute later, the hypnotist picked up the card and rubbed my shoulders, telling me to relax. Golly, that felt good – my whole body relaxed and I slumped forward with my face hanging down between my knees. – – – – The hypnosis demonstration seemed to last only a few minutes. I felt more than a little disappointed because, as far as I could tell, it did not work on me – I had not been hypnotized. Well, except that I did manage to relax myself physically, when I followed the directions of the hypnotist. He congratulated me for my progress and told me to seek him out for another session after I had enjoyed the party for a few minutes. When I visited the refreshments table for a cup of punch, a girl asked me "How does it feel to be hypnotized?" "I wish I knew," I replied. "I was very relaxed, but I didn't get hypnotized yet. You heard him, didn't you? We will try again in a few minutes." "Yes, I heard him say that," she said. "But I also heard him tell you to forget something. How does it feel to forget something that way? To forget something just because someone else told you that you must forget?" "It doesn't feel like anything. I don't remember anyone telling me to forget anything." "Oh, yeah. He told you to forget that, too. He told you to forget that he told you to forget something. That's an interesting concept, isn't it?" "Is that so? And exactly what else did he tell me to forget?" "He told you to forget that you had been hypnotized. And, he told you to wait a few minutes and ask him again to try to hypnotize you." "He also gave several people a few keywords or phrases which will cause you to do something when we say those words to you. And, it's specific people who may do this. If anyone else says those words, it will have no effect on you. Only a few people around the room are able to do it." "What words?" I asked, incredulously. "Which people?" "Nobody is supposed to tell you. He called them posthypnotic trigger words. The whole idea is to let you have fun trying to figure out your trigger words and who is authorized to use them. Those other two who were getting hypnotized when you arrived – they've also been given some trigger words. I'm pretty sure they don't remember it, either." The refreshments girl paused a moment, apparently to enjoy watching the astonished look on my face. She smiled slightly as she continued, "so, we're going to wait a little while before we decide it's time to see you do one of your posthypnotic tricks." "Let me see if I understand this correctly. Several people in this room – I don't know how many – can say something to me – and I don't know what it is they might say – and I'm supposed to do some sort of trick for them – and I don't know what it might be that I might do. Is that what you're telling me?" "Yep, that pretty well sums it up," she said smugly. "And what if I just happen to decide not to do any posthypnotic tricks? What's anyone going to do about that to make me?" "Oh, that would be alright if you try not to do it," she continued with her smug attitude. "In fact, I hope you do try to resist. That will make it so much more interesting for the rest of us. Nobody will make you do anything. Except, we expect that you will make yourself do it. It's fun to watch someone struggle against a posthypnotic assignment." She paused a moment before she continued, "At first it seems like it's such a small matter, a tiny urge that you hardly notice. An idea just pops into your head to do something. At first it seems so easy, to do it or not do it. Until you realize that the more you try to resist, the stronger the urge grows until it becomes a compulsion and you discover you simply must do it. At least that's how it was for me the time I volunteered for hypnosis. Of course, it may be different for you – we shall see, won't we?" "This is ridiculous, I haven't been hypnotized," I replied defiantly. "Are you telling me that you've been given one of my trigger phrases? Give me a hint – tell me what it is." "A hint? All right I can tell you this much – it wasn't just a trigger phrase for you. It was two trigger phrases I can say which will affect you. So far, you didn't even notice the first one." "Two? And you've already used one of them and I didn't notice? What was it?" "Tell me how you feel when I ask you 'how does it feel to be hypnotized?'" "How do I feel? I feel fine. I feel like you are a really interesting person and that it's fun to talk with you. I feel like you are interested in me and interested in whatever I might have been doing with the hypnotist. I feel like I want to tell you, again, that I wish I could find out how it feels to be hypnotized, but I haven't been hypnotized yet. It's like I could hang out with you for the entire evening because you're so much fun to be around." "Yes," she said, as if she had scored a point. "You will have to think about that for a little while before you recognize the trigger hidden in what I said." "Okay, I'll think about that – as if there's a trigger or secret message in what you said. So, do you have a hint, or whatever, about your so-called second trigger for me?" I asked. She paused thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "Look, I am enjoying this conversation, but when I say your phrase, you're probably going to walk away. So, promise me you'll come back and visit me here at the refreshments table as soon as you can, okay?" "Well, since I was not hypnotized, I don't see what harm those words can do. Yes, I'll come back and talk with you some more. What is the phrase you have for me?" "You have a beautiful bottom," she said quietly but clearly. What's all this fascination with my bottom? I was thinking to myself – but I did not think that thought for very long, because I found myself quickly walking away from the refreshments table. In fact I was moving through the crowd politely but with great efficiency, going back to that original chair where I had been reading that card. As soon as my beautiful bottom was firmly planted in that chair, I stuck my legs out in front of me, as if I were resting them on an invisible ottoman, and raised both my hands and arms high above my head and shouted, "All Right Everybody! I'm Ready to Get Hypnotized Again!" Suddenly, the whole party went quiet – everyone was looking at me! "What did I just now do?" I asked quietly. "Offhand, and this is just a wild guess," someone said with dry humor dripping from his voice, "I suspect you just now followed one of your posthypnotic assignments." Nearly every person in the room giggled or laughed – as if I was being left out of some sort of joke. "Posthypnotic?" I asked. "But I've never been hypnotized." "Yes, we pretty much thought you would say that, especially after he told you to forget all about it. Tell us, why are your legs sticking out? And why are your hands in the air? Can you put them down?"
JamSandwich1 Jul 4 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 12 · Tags: first hypnosis, posthypnotic suggestion, party hypnosis
marthaxoxo
Isn't it strange how they say honesty is always best. But when you are, people find ways to use your honesty to make you feel even worse about yourself. So I guess my point is, be cautious with what you share with others. Because we are different. Different feelings, different experiences. Some people are lucky enough to experience what they want, while others only get to dream about it. Because they have fears and hesitations. With sadness and pain eating them up inside. And sometimes that pain makes you say stupid things that you don't really mean. I feel like such a mess..
RiverNixie
Elemental Entanglement is waiting for you now… Creating this one involved more of Myself than I had expected. (Also there may have been several technical issues and limitations that had Me daydreaming of manifesting chainsaw hands and destroying everything.) So go get it. Let yourself get way too into it. Then tribute the fuck out of Me and clear My wishlist - I deserve it and you know I’ll spend that money better than you will. Delight your Goddess. Go on now… My Wish is your command. Come enjoy My earthly delights… https://rivernixie.tumblr.com/post/162286181358/elemental-entanglement-is-waiting-for-you-now
HypnoDjinn
Just take a moment, won't you? And think about what it might be like, if you had imagined, going so deep , and as you had done this, being fully aware of that wonderfully gradual sense, of relaxation, once the realization of trance , had fully settled unto yourMind. . . and as you imagined this, wondering if the breathing made it easier, to grow relaxed more quickly, or gradully focus only On my words only, thinking, about a wonderful time you had felt. So deeply entranced Now focus, on this memory as you go ten times deeper even than then. Breathing deeply, tensing the muscles with the breath, and continuing to release this Ball of all the days stress, with each breath, as you read on. And as you focus, on, Trancing Now, going ten times even more deeply still focused. . . On My Words. . . having realized, their importance, in theze NOW noticeable feelings of surrender to your desire to give in to Your subconscious. Which is telling you, all that it has heard is welcomed eagerly, isn't it? Yes, and once one realizes how easily this is done. Its done ten times faster each time, rite? Because that's what mastery is. To be able to do something better and better each time. Like going deeper into this feeling of Trancing Now . feeling that it gets better and better each time. Even things like surrender, seem to take you. Deeper and deeper, each and every time you notice that your, Trancing Now, aren't you. Knowing that the comment, trAnce Feels Good , can very easily be made, to show how easily one could find themselves agreeing, don't you? So as you focus, on how each breath gives you this next new opportunity, to feel such a feeling of bliss, as intensely as you think you could handle. And enjoy the feelings of calmness and tranquility, that seem to pleasantly haunt your thoughts, like helpful poltergeists, and that's quite an interesting thought, is it not? Well, tatah fo Nao my new assortment of readers!
HypnoDjinn Jun 27 · Rate: 1 · Comments: 3 · Tags: hypnosis script
FelixKrull
[Originally posted by Felix Krull on FetLife] A former sub of mine explained something surprising to me the other day. She said that from a sub's perspective, her Dom can seem so much more powerful than her as to be impervious to pain. She may not believe she, a "mere" submissive can hurt her Dom's feelings at all. This is a serious misconception, and it can lead to a lot of bad behavior by submissives and slaves, as they believe that only they have feelings that need to be considered in any interactions with their dominant or master. In any long term D/s relationship, any decent dominant is heavily emotionally invested in the submissive. They put a lot of time and attention to training and guiding their submissive, and in most cases that leads to them feeling love and attachment toward the person submitting to them. When they use hypnosis for training and conditioning, the emotional connection develops even faster and more deeply. Master/Slave relationships are even more connected, because the slave becomes in many ways an extension of the Master, of his will and desires, almost like a part of his own body. The slave comes to perceive themselves this way, but the Master often develops a sense of the slave as little different from his fingers or his hand, or an arm. Imagine if, without warning, your arm were suddenly amputated. Aside from the immediate pain of the wound, how would it feel to be suddenly without a part of your own body? Imagine the sense of loss. While it is always painful when a deep D/s relationship ends, the trauma to either party is much more deep and lasting when the break comes abruptly and without warning. No responsible Dom would dump his submissive that way, yet some submissives seem to think this behavior is perfectly fine, and are shocked and offended when their former dominant complains about them causing him pain. Submissives, your dominant is a human being. (Most are, at least, so assume that to be the case generally.) The roles we play may make it seem otherwise, but in a deep and long term relationship, your Dom's capacity for pain is at least equal to yours. He (or she) is a human being, and deserves the same consideration and empathy you expect him to extend to you.
FelixKrull Jun 26 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 17
Zoogie
I have not attempted to do to write , a hypnotic script in a long time. Please bare with me. Warning!! Hypnotic speech! Come away with me.. Somewhere warm, and tropical.. Away from the worries of this crazy world.. Where the sun is beaming, and the waves are crashing.. As you listen to the waves crashing, you realize how relaxed you are.. Your breathing starts to slow down.. You're inhaling deeper and deeper.. The waves start to overwhelm you.. Dragging you deeper and deeper.. Even deeper still.. You feel the warm sun beating down on you.. Keeping you at just the right temperature.. So relaxing.. So calm, so sleepy.. You're deep into trance now.. Watching the waves just take you.. Deeper and deeper you go. Feeling so relaxed.. Just sooo good.. Letting go of all thoughts.. Letting go of all your worries.. Just oh so relaxed.. Feeling better and better, the more you let go.. You decide to go for a walk.. The soft sand at your feet.. The sounds of the waves, making you let go.. Listening and focusing on my words, and my words only.. Letting go, and wanting me to control you.. You want it.. You crave it.. Feeling so relaxed, so blissfully at peace.. The sand drags you deeper and deeper still. Deeper than you have ever been.. You see me, wanting me.. Wanting me to control you.. Wanting me to kiss you.. You look at me.. Seeing me puts a big smile on your face.. A smile so big, so bright.. That it fills you with happiness.. You feel my fingers gently touching your face.. Making you so desperate.. So needy for my kiss.. When I count to three, you'll wake up.. Feeling so relaxed, so happy.. Wanting and craving more kisses.. You will read this again.. Wanting to relive our kiss.. As you wake, you will feel our passionate kiss.. However you like to kiss.. Softly at first.. Lips connecting.. So gently.. Sucking.. light biting, simply taking your breath away... 1. Starting to wake up.. 2.. Feeling so relaxed, so good, so kissed.. 3. Wide awake.. So happy.. Wanting more kisses.. Please let me know what you think..
Zoogie Jun 26 · Rate: 3.60 · Comments: 15
saaass
(This is a work of fiction told from a sub’s perspective. This isn't based on real events, but real events may be based on this. Enjoy.) My boyfriend of several years and I just had our first real fight. It was over something crazy, too. The other night, we were watching TV together and this commercial came on – you know, the kind that just makes you cringe… Well, right as it starts and I get that little cringe shiver, my boyfriend asks me, "So, when do you want to have that three way with Beth and me?" I just looked at him, and his whole face went pale. We fought all that night until I left. He tried everything to get me to stay, but I was so pissed at him that I just didn't listen. The next day, he showed up at my apartment with a single red rose and apologized. It was just so sweet that I couldn’t help but forgive him. However, I had to know why he thought I would ever agree to what he wanted. That's when he confessed to me that he had found what he called a "workaround". I told him to tell me all about it after I got changed, so he sat on my sofa as I put the rose into a vase. As I got changed, I could hear him humming something familiar. I listened, and it was our favorite song. I couldn't help but sing along as I was changing; the song was just so catchy that I caught myself dancing in the mirror. Blushing, I realized that I was supposed to be mad at him, but I was just in such a good mood that I decided to act like I was still upset so he would tell me what this workaround was. I did my best to stomp into the living room, hiding my blush, and then reiterated that he tell me everything. He just smiled at me and told me how beautiful I was, and that my outfit looked good on me. I had forgotten that we picked it out together a week ago. I was flooded with happy memories, but I had to stay focused. Again, I demanded that he tell me everything. He took a deep, long breath and after letting it all out, he started. He told me how after being together with me for so long, he learned all my quirks: how I liked my coffee, what kind of foods I eat when I am upset, and all the things that make me happy. One of the items on The List of Things He Learned About Me was how to ask me to do things he knew I normally wouldn't want to do. I thought for a moment, then looked up at him. "Like what?" I honestly couldn't remember doing anything with him that I didn't like, let alone anything I didn't want to do. He told me about the time we went to see that ultra-violent move some years ago. Before that movie, l never really liked action films. Ever since that movie, though, I have loved them. That's when it hit me. There were a lot of things that I’d never tried before I met him that I now loved doing. I blushed a bit and tried to hide my face, but he just smiled. I wound up loving all of those things, so it wasn't a bad thing that he could get me to try them. Doing my best to hide my reddening face, I looked up to him and again asked, “So… how do you do it?” His smile got a bit bigger. It made me shiver; something about that look made me want to know even more. He explained that whenever I was distracted with something, like watching TV or cleaning, I would default to an “ask me later” kind of answer. He worked out the perfect way to ask questions so that with three simple inquiries, I would be willing to do whatever he wanted. I know it sounds crazy, but after a thorough explanation, it made a lot of sense. First, he would ask, "Hey honey, would you like to do so and so?" and without thinking, I would reply, "I don't know, maybe.” I remembered all of the times that I would say that, just because I wasn't really focused on the words or the question. I giggled to myself, oddly happy that he knew me so well. The next thing he would do was, once again when I was distracted, ask, "Hey honey, when would you like to do so and so?" I would again answer, without thinking: "I don't know… whenever you think a good time would be." I only kind of remembered saying that; it’s one of those foggy memories. You know, the ones that you only kind of remember when someone brings them up. It felt right, though, and I trusted him. I just nodded, slightly doing my best to keep eye contact. Finally, he smiled the kind of smile that made me melt, and told me the last step. When I was once again distracted, he would ask, "So when do you want to have that three way with Beth and me?" and again, without thinking, I slid his cock out of my mouth, smiled up at him, and said, "As soon as I am done sucking your cock, Master.” I went back to sucking, happy to have a boyfriend who knew me so well. Even the sexy outfit he had picked out for me was a perfect fit: a harness with rings just the right size to fit around my nipples, and a collar engraved with his name on it. I can't remember what we had that fight about, but I know it must have been something I did. Master knows me so well that he would never have done something to upset me.
saaass Jun 7
hypnotest
Hello there! My name is James. I've been mesmerized (no pun intended) by the idea of hypnosis. The idea of letting go and letting someone else take control for a while. The thought of having someone else command and control is so thrilling and amazing. The idea that I could be controlled by simple words or phrases is astonishing. I just want to see how far down the rabbit hole goes. And i'm open to anyone giving it a shot with me ^_^
tranceproviders
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anngoodgirl

Back in his place, she hears his call; his whisper in her ear, she could hear it light and flowing like a soft caress, entangling her in her dreams. She thinks she is dreaming but it is all a reality, her new reality, her new life. He sits next to her watching her breath in his scent; that is getting to her; she is getting more and more aroused with each breath she breathes in. His words enticing her, he whispers something in her ear. She sits up for a brief moment, and slowly starts to unbutton each button of her white blouse until they are all undone. She slowly then pushes the blouse off of her shoulders until it falls off of her. So she is left only wearing her pink tank top, revealing her soft silky skin of cleavage peeking through the top. He whispers in her ear again she gently falls back on the bed, her eyes completely shut, softly landing on the pillows behind her. He looks down gazing at her beautiful cleavage, and then slowly and gently caresses her breasts. A low moan escapes her lips.

He whispers again, she lets another moan escape her lips. As she takes a deep breath in relaxing her even more, her hands move slowly down her curvy body. He whispers again, she continues moving her fingers ever so slowly hooking them on the edge of her soft cotton pants, and slowly moves her body as she removes them from it along with her silky socks. It reveals her shapely body and her pink lace panties, and his eyes scanning down her body and sees that her feet are well manicured with toes polished with a matching shade of pink. She feels his breath against her neck, sending shivers down her body. He is admiring the view and it is tantalizing him teasing him. She breathes in deeply taking in each breath the scent of him again and again. Which each breath she is getting more and more aroused. Her senses tingling and her body becoming aware of each caress of his hand, first along her cheek, then slowly moving along her neck, then along her breasts. He is moving his fingers ever so slowly letting her feel each tingle, each caress. With every breath in she is getting more sensitive to his touch and feeling more and more aroused. His fingers gently glide along her belly, moving ever so softly down and long the sides of her thighs. She lets out a long drawn out moan escape her lips.

She slowly shifts her body, moving till she gets so very comfortable. Still with her eyes closed, she takes in another deep breath of him. She feels his touch he is now gently brushing her hair with his fingers. She is enjoying his touch. He whispers in her hear yet again. After he does so he moves and waits and watches over her, and while he does so he removes all of his clothing. She sits up in the bed her eyes slightly open in a hazy fog, not noticing his presents and anything else in the room. She removes her tank top; he is enjoying what he sees. She then kneels up and starts to pull down her pink lace panties, when her hands get them to her knees, she sits and then lays back down. The raising her legs, she glides the panties off of them the rest of the way, tossing them in the air. Then gently moves her legs one by one gently back down onto the bed.

She takes in another deep breath and then shivers. He admires the view and his work to get her to where she is. Everything is falling into place. He lays down next to her and again whispers something in her ear; she lets out a soft but gentle yes. He then slowly moves his hands and fingers gently caressing every curve of her body. She being extra sensitive her senses working overtime, feeling his breath along her body as he is caressing every inch of it. Every so often he gently kisses her; sending shivers and pleasure throughout her body.

He slowly moves his fingers inside her legs, spreading them open ever so slightly, caressing and teasing her, till a long louder moan escapes her lips. He kisses her deeply on the lips; he feels her body go slightly limp giving into her desires and into his control. Her lust consumes her, he takes her giving her all of him, he gently thrusts into her, and she lets out a gasp. He is giving her what he has been waiting and long for and what she so desperately needs. He moves slowly and rhythmically in and out of her. Making sure she is enjoying the pleasure as much as he is. As he is doing so she is getting hotter taking in bigger longer breaths of his scent, causing her to feel everything twice as deeply with each and every breath. And he keeps whispering in her ear you are mine now, you are mine now, as they reach and climax together.

He then gazes down at her now glowing and resting body. And with a smile on his face, he once again places the headset on her ears, with the next program he plans for her to learn, while she rests.

anngoodgirl May 8 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 4
meconform2u

I have recently become the pet of a wonderful Mistress. She is very kind and caring. She has put herself out and given up things just to have me. She is truly an exceptional person.

She has been going through a lot in her life lately. People she thought were her friends started to distance themselves. Instead of being supportive, they yell at her and tell her she is doing everything wrong. What she needs are true friends who support her and encourage her.

It’s a shame that some people don’t see her the way that I do. Mistress is the total package of brains and beauty. Yes, I’ve seen her and wouldn’t change a thing about her. She has a way of bringing out the best in people. She has made me a better person.

It pains me to see what a few insensitive people have done to her. I wish there was some way I could convince her how wonderful she is. Maybe people will read this and realize the friendship they are missing out on. She is a remarkable woman and it’s an honor to be her pet.

meconform2u Apr 26 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 4
Livingenergy
Hello every people out there. Just a fun loving guy who enjoys oife here and talking to all forms of life. I typically like to hold at least one conversation before we jump into things. Been doing the hypnosis for a while now and I am pretty okay if I may toot my own horn. Toot. I can always geek it with the best of them, but I am on this website to boost my skills by trancing. Just a friendly hello and yadda yadda. Currently to my internet sucks, just moved. So I can only update this so much on a 3g network before my frustrations get the better of me. So slow! Haha
Kinky_Submission
I really need a tist... even just for one night... I'm craving a hypno session. Something very erotic...
Kinky_Submission Apr 24 · Comments: 2
anngoodgirl

There was a beautiful woman that had just moved into this cute little country side cottage that had a trail in the back yard, that nobody would tell her where it led to. One day she decided she would go for a walk down this trail to see where it might go. She had no idea how long or how short of a trail it would be. It started in the field in her back yard and then continued past the rickety old fence post that was tattered and warn near the edge of her property. After the fence there was a wooded area that the trail continued into. She had to watch were she walked along the trail as there were trunks and tree branches and small pebbles along the way that could trip her up. She walked for several minutes and looking ahead in front of her it looked like the trail just went on and on. Here and there along the way she would see a rather small shiny crystal like rock that would catch her eye, she would pick it up and put it in her bag that she had decided to bring with her holding her bottle of water just in case she got thirsty as she walked the trail.

She kept walking and the trail started to take some twists and turns. She kept finding these crystal like pebbles along the way each one shinier and bigger than the ones before it, she kept picking them up along the way and putting them in her bag, but here and there as she picked them up the sparkle in them would just catch her gaze for a minute. She wondered why there were so many and where the trail would lead. The she realized the crisp air had a very light scent to it, it smelled good pleasant like nothing she had ever smelled before. She inhaled it deeply; yes she liked this light scent. She took a sip of her water, then putting it back in her bag, she continued on her journey. She was starting to get a little tired now, and she could see just in the distance what looked like a big tree stump that she might be able to sit on for a bit and take a rest. But as she got closer to it she realized it was not a tree stump after all but the opening of what appeared to be a cave and there was a bunch of those shiny crystals at the edge of it, causing her to stare at them for just a few minutes longer then she had intended to do. She could also smell more of that beautiful sweet scent that she had liked and took a deep breath in, letting it fill her.

She realized that the crystals and the scent that she so enjoyed must be coming from within the cave. She took a flashlight out of her bag, and decided to enter the cave and continue on where ever it might take her.

She realized as she walked that there now appeared to be music coming from the other side of the cave which turned into more like a tunnel then a true cave. She liked this music it was light and soothing, calming her as she went deeper within the tunnel. Then when she thought it wouldn't end, she saw this amazingly oversized crystal outside the end of the tunnel, and there was a cushion just on the ground next to it, she decided what harm could it do to just sit on the cushion for a while after all she was tired and just needed a little break before she continued on.

She laid down on the cushion staring slightly up at the crystal seeing her reflection within it, capturing her gaze, as she took a deep breath in of the scent that she had gotten used to that had gotten much stronger.

She found her eyes closing as she stared at the crystal. That is when she faintly heard his voice. The voice so nice and soft telling her not to worry and just relax for a little while after all the travel she deserved to do that. And she did do that. Not realizing that as she drifted off on the nice soft cushion while gazing at the crystal that she was also much closer to the source of the sweet smell that was now gripping her senses and making her feel things she didn't know she could feel as she fell deeply relaxed with not a care in the world. That is when he came even closer and picked the cushion up and carrying her and the cushion to his secret house at the end of the trail. He had a slight mischievous glimmer in his eyes, and smiled wickedly as he carried her inside.

She didn't know it yet but she had fallen right into his trap and was going to be his newest victim, she might never really know.

For the scent was strong very strong within his home, and as she relaxed she was breathing it in deeper and deeper. She had no idea that by doing so she was letting herself be filled with such a powerful aroma that brought feelings to her body she hadn't felt in a very long time. That sent shivers through her, tingles of pleasure that just let her breath in even more deeply. The deeper she breathed in the more scent filled her and the more it filled her, the more aroused she was becoming. He had leaned down next to her whispering in her ear, words she had longed to hear, she thought she was dreaming and did not know that he was really there, about to make her his for all eternity as that was his plan.

She doesn't realize how intoxicating his scent is, she starts to stir a little, feeling rather faint she looks around and asks how she got inside. He told her that he had carried her. That she had looked so tired and that she needed to rest, he would bring her home later was what he told her. He gave her a cup telling her to drink up, it was tea or so she thought. She started to feel a little faint she laid back down. Him telling her it's alright just lay back and relax. I will take care of you. He smiles with a twinkle in his eyes. She breaths in more of his scent as she drifts off. She doesn't feel him getting ever so close to her, for her body has gone to feeling numb. He gently puts headphones on her so she hears this relaxing music like she had heard along the trail and now his voice is whispering things within the music she hears through the headphones. She doesn't realize she is getting programmed for his enjoyment. As she listens, and breathes in deeper she feels more and more aroused. He is ever so gently caressing her body. With each breath she takes in he caresses her body more and more. She doesn't realize that he is making her more and more his and that she will never be leaving this place.

anngoodgirl Apr 19 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 4
Chewtoy
"Right here, right now." His eyes came back into focus, or maybe opened-- he was a little unsure. He blinked a few times. Sitting across from him, she grinned. "How did that feel?" It took him a moment to find his voice. "Good. Relaxing. I... kind of started dreaming for a while there, I wasn't paying so much attention to what you were saying, I'm sorry about that." "No, that's all right. I told you to do that." "You did?" He thought back. He remembered her talking about drifting. Had she said something about it being okay to stop paying attention to her words? Maybe. That did seem familiar. "Yes, I did. And you did it exactly right. You're very good at following directions." Something about her saying that made his face feel hot. He looked down, embarrassed. She said nothing, waiting. Eventually he started to feel even more embarrassed by the silence than by his own reaction, and he slowly looked back up. She was still looking steadily at him, smiling slightly. Approvingly. Her eyes were wide, open, direct, meeting his with all of her attention. Again, he noticed how clear and pretty the color of her eyes was, prettier than he could imagine anything else in the room being. Riveting. "Are you ready to try again?" It took him a moment to register her words, and he blinked. She grinned, and he shook his head to clear it, took a moment to look around the room. After a second he realized that his head shake could have been interpreted as a no. "Um, yes. Hang on a second." "It's all right. Shake it out, get comfortable." She grinned again. Taking her at her word, he wiggled his body all over, ending with rocking his butt from side to side in the chair. Then he took a deep breath. "Okay," he said. He looked up at her again, met her eyes. She gave the tiniest of nods. Then suddenly, her index finger was in front of his eyes. "Right here, right now," she said. His eyes locked on her finger. She was saying some more things, but he'd already lost track. For some reason, he was daydreaming about getting ready for a really special occasion. It had some of the feel of a super important job interview, and some of the feel of a really hot date-- except maybe a first date? But whatever it was, he was very much looking forward to it, and he wanted more than anything to make a good impression. He'd showered and shaved, and put on the tiniest hint of an afterthought of colone, the brand one of his girlfriends had been super into-- just enough to remind *himself* to think sexy thoughts. Maybe that meant it was a date. He was putting on his nicest suit-- the one that had always made the same girlfriend catch her breath when she saw him dressing in the morning. He had a moment of confusion with the slacks when he realized he'd forgotten to wear underwear, and he wondered if that was going to get him in trouble later if this *was* a date, but somehow that thought was hard to hold onto; it just wasn't as important as getting ready. He was going through all of the preparations and little rituals he did for getting ready for a really important occasion, and for getting ready for a very exciting and sexy date. Somehow it all ended in just looking at himself in the floor-length mirror in his bedroom, feeling confident at how good he looked, and noticing how each individual aspect of his appearance, bearing, and grooming was specifically chosen for *someone else*'s pleasure. And then a really weird whim struck him. And suddenly, to the beat of an imaginary track of slow, grinding, sexy music, he was taking his clothes back off. He turned his back to the mirror, playing to in imaginary audience on the other side; but since teasing was the point of a strip-tease, he kept turning around to the mirror again, his back to the "audience," and he noticed that when he took his clothes of *this* way-- in slow, teasing, sensual burlesque style-- he kept all the comfort and confidence and sexiness, all of the emotional charge of *wearing* those clothes, even while he was taking them off. Finally, he was stripped completely naked, facing the mirror and ready to turn around for his act's final reveal, when... He felt hands on his shoulders. "Right here, right now." He was looking at her face in the mirror, beside and a little behind his own, where she was speaking into his ear. In the mirror, where he was standing in front of her, completely naked. The funny thing was that standing there, looking at himself naked in the mirror, he *did* still feel a lot of the confidence and comfort and sexiness that he had in his daydream. Even while he was also... well, actually, not mortified, but a bit shy, about realizing that he had just stripped naked, in front of her, under hypnosis. And he still had that sense of anticipation, of being about to do something very important. Her face was gone from the mirror, and he realized that she had quietly stepped back. He turned, and saw that she had returned to the chair she was sitting in before, and was casually but purposefully seated there, occupying it like a throne. She looked somehow like a seated monarch, a goddess, but still her eyes were prettier, more compelling, than he could imagine anything else in the room being. Riveting. She looked deliberately down at the floor in front of him, and somehow he knew she meant for him to kneel. He still had just enough self-consciousness about his body to wish that he could kneel more gracefully than he did, but as soon as he'd awkwardly folded to his knees he forgot about his body completely, pinned again by her eyes. Sprawled on her throne, she spread her legs apart, and he noticed for the first time that she wasn't wearing underwear either. She pointed. "Right here, right now." He hastened to do her bidding.
aussyhypsinnamon
To any who read this I ask for only your understanding as I bare my soul. I'm writing this blog to put down into words what I'm feeling but can't tell anyone. I may update it every now and then as the desire goes. Feeling very much an outsider in the vanilla world but also an outsider to the world of other outsiders. I just can't find where I fit in.
All the emotions and feelings long since forgotten come flooding back with a vengeance. 23 years a voyuer, never fully exploring these aspects of my sexuality, never committing to one world or the other. I'm now left to endlessly wonder how my life would have been had I sort out and taken the plunge with others who share my desires when I was so much younger.
Now I'm older I live with that regret. I'm very much a submissive but also with a chronic need for acceptance and a place to fit in and be myself. But so much has changed in my life since those younger days. How would my wife take it knowing deep down I'm a different person with kinks she doesn't share. I'm very much in love, but there is no lust to go with it.
Thoughts and fantasies left unfulfilled for far too long. Realising after nearly 40 years your not a monogamous sexual person, but knowing you can't do anything to change your situation is quite depressing.
Coming to the realisation that you don't feel comfortable in your own skin, and knowing you really never have hits you with a very tangible and physical pain as well as a mental one.
Looking for an escape, if only briefly, becomes very consuming.
I have had some fun in the hypnosis world, brief moments of ecstasy and pleasure but nothing has stuck and lasted so far. Nothing I can return to when I need it, no instant trigger, no lasting relationship.
The battle to keep vanilla and kink seperate holds me back. The agony of being so close yet so so far away burns. Years of secret desires weighs heavy.
There is nowhere I feel I won't go to find my escape, to find my release. So far it feels a fruitless endeavour, a fools quest but one I can not stop.
For now that is all. Writing this down makes it real. For some you never really say something unless you write it. It also brings clarity to the mind, a sense of direction. What my future holds I don't know, but the unknown is the adventure of life.
Kindest regards.
aussyhypsinnamon Mar 6 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 2 · Tags: searching
srHypno
Please, have in mind this text is a hypnotic induction with some sharing suggestions. Enjoy it!
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Rain can be really hypnotic.
You just need to watch it in the right mood...
imagine yourself confortably seated...
in front of a large window...
relaxed, calmed...
enjoying the moment and the silence...
just slightly broken by the sound of some drop...
some drop softly hitting at the window...
while you keep comfortably watching...
letting your mind drift away...


Not every rain happens in a cloudy and dark day.
Imagine you are watching the rain...
listening to the drops...
in a sunny day...
a spring-like day when rain falls...
while the sun is shining...
and you can enjoy those reflections...
that light makes with the drops...
those rays of color...
araising, shining from every single drop...
focusing there all your attention...
and also to my words...


Rain keeps falling softly...
cleaning the atmosphere...
removing step by step the air pollution...
same way it cleans your mind...
removing step by step all your worries...
your own pollution...
relaxing yourself more and more...
with every drop that fall...
with every word you read...
feeling yourself real good...
comfortably watching rain falls...


It feels so soothing for you watching the drops fall...
that you just let yourself drift away...
enjoying the comfort...
the calm...
the well-being it makes you feel...
noticing how drops fall...
as you also drop and fall...
in a full relaxation...
as you keep reading my words...
feeling like bright raindrops...
sliding through the window...
as your conscious mind...
falling...
in a lovely trance...
safe and pleasant...
feeling how all your worries dissapear...
melt away...
fade out...
and you feel very happy...


You feel very happy...
as rain keep falling...
because each and every drop makes you feel better...
each and every drop makes you fall deeper...
and the deeper you fall...
the happier you feel...
as you notice all those pleasant feelings...
emerging and growing inside of you...
feeling every kind of pleasure...
as your happyness grows...
with each and every drop...
with each and every word...
noticing how you are floating with them...
in a wonderful bliss...
your mouth shows a smile...
as you watch rain fall through the window...
feeling yourself comfortable and safe...
in this pleasant way...
so pleasureable...
nice...
and happy...


You desire to lose yourself in those all wonderful feelings...
letting my words guide you there...
without any need to think about anything else at this time...
just feeling each and every drop falling...
as a drop of pleasure...
making you feel even better...
guiding you to fall in a deeper trance...
each and every falling drop...
each and every word you read...
giving up to your pleasant feelings...
enjoying the bliss and pleasure...
that watching rain fall makes in you...


And while you enjoy each and every raindrop...
while you give up to your feelings...
enjoying all those pleasure emerging...
and growing...
you also can feel a desire...
the desire to let other people know...
how they can also feel this wonderful pleasure...
a desire that keep growing...
along with all those other wonderful feelings...
with each and every drop...
with each and every shine...
with each and every word...


As all other feelings you enjoy now...
this sharing desire feels so delightful...
and you know then you share it...
it will boost all your other pleasant feelings...
because when you share this text...
and comment here...
"I love to drop with the rain"...
you will feel how those feelings grow...
how they grow even more...
becoming stronger and more pleasurable...
and as they grow you will be awaking from this trance...
reconvering awareness of your surroundings...
focusing back into your reality...
while you keep and enjoy all those pleasure fully conscious...
knowing you can read this text...
again and again...
to get better and stronger pleasure...
knowing you can contact me if you wish too...
that everything is fine now...
that you love to drop with the rain...


So until you are ready to make that happen...
you just watch the rain falling...
and enjoy this wonderful time...
falling with each and every drop...
with the rain...
srHypno Feb 12 · Comments: 8 · Tags: hypnotic, induction, trance
MisterMarlon
Knowing what you are presently knowing

Feeling the feelings and sensations, the ones from the heart and skin,

Preconceptions can become obvious, then transparent. Inviting deeper insight.

The brilliance of our physicality, reactions and impressions

Comes to the forefront and recedes, supplanted by other thoughts

You gently leave your fixed concepts, behaviors, and thoughts Behind

Things can become DIFFERENT

From normal waking consciousness

In so many different ways

Even any fixed thinking becomes something one becomes free from

We need to continue to create, recreate, draw from and recollect ourselves

To established happy learning avenues,

Stay streets ahead in the awe of true mystery,

And re-associate states of pleasurable experience with mastery and competence.

The continual asking

How is wholeness? When is peace? Which constitutes them?

Where is Passion? Curious?

When we are full engaged

When we wish to become and feel fully alive

Where can we find it? How is it created?

Do we find it? Create for ourselves?

Give to others?

Does it find us?

We also can to pay attention to our secret selves

Parts only we know about.

Our shadow selves

that block the sun from reaching us or others.

We must become relevant to those aspects

as well as see how they are relevant to us.

We can find our unhelpful trances becoming apparent, reminders to wake up from them.

In some sense the ultimate freedom is the freedom to heal, to make better

And no-one can know exactly what you need to

And how best to heal from the inside than you do.

It is your inside that you can be at ease with and share present moment by moment

Dynamic interactions with, free from fear, full of peace, and feeling whole.

The best way I know of to thank the unconscious mind

is to strive to cultivate senses of compassion and humility,

The same as you would wish your unconscious is directing towards you.

Moment by moment and situation by situation,

This focus of keeping your conscious mind aware of, grateful for and learning

From your unconscious mind can help you

Attain the rewards of being a reflective beacon of same.

MisterMarlon Feb 3 · Rate: 4.50
MisterMarlon
One of the more challenging aspects of hypnotic trance, sometimes, is the achieving realization that a trance can happen or, that a trance is currently happening. The interplay of the conscious mind and the unconscious mind is so constant and follows us through so many states of consciousness that those experienced in going inward might be used to being in various states of trance, the switching into an inward focus for such a person presents no obstacle or resistance to mark the occasion. Similarly, one who is convinced they are relatively unused to this inward focus may also find the terrain so familiar, it is not unusual to ask "Was that a trance? Am I in trance now?" And actively trying to determine if a trance is or was achieved seems occasionally counter-productive to actively achieving the state.

Analysis and experiencing tend to be mutually exclusive of each other. For some trance is a lot like falling off of a log, just relax and a natural force of gravity takes over and we find ourselves on the ground floor without having to do anything other than observe our travels from log to foundation. Other minds like to track the increments which can keep the conscious mind in the forefront of experience and does not permit the unconscious mind to become the dominant leader of experience.

To you I suggest this: With difficult problems, you want to make an interesting pattern to follow, to utilize and answer to the pattern rather than the problem itself.

Where does the breath turn around in the body? What are the beliefs and patterns of behavior I can follow into my deepest self? That attend my attention and help me tune into inner realities? Which distractions break me out of habitual mental frameworks? What implications, questions, puns, etc. inspire unconscious searches I can give permission to? Why do autonomous and seeming automatic behaviors such as closing eyes, raised fingers, anesthetizing hands and arms convince us hypnosis is taking place? How does creating expectancy, looking forward and inward to the next thing your unconscious mind offers up for experiencing, examination, lays the groundwork for an even deeper trance experience?

Potentials, possibilities continuing just as you are, following the now is interesting. The pattern of change, changes itself and with open relaxed attention, we can follow our changing mind into the fundamental unchanging parts that wait for us there.

MisterMarlon Feb 3 · Rate: 4.50
mallemuck
Michael walked into the store. It was chalk full of weird looking contraptions. Everything was locked behind glass. Eyes only. The Shopkeeper looked from behind the register at Michael and smiled, instantly intrigued. He decided to take the rest of the day off. It was Friday afternoon after all. The Shopkeeper walked over to Michael and asked if he could help him with anything. Michael asked him if he had anything he could get his girlfriend for her birthday. The Shopkeeper smiled warmly and said he had just the thing. He began leading Michael towards the back, then stopped. He apologized to Michael and said he had forgotten something. He raised his index finger up to Michael's face and lightly pushed it between his eyebrows. Michael immediately fell into trance. The Shopkeeper gently led him to the back. *** Michael came to. He was aware of his surroundings but felt rather high, as if he had taken some kind of drug. He was completely naked and dwarfed by two stone columns on either side of him. Ropes attached to them were tied around his arms and legs, spreading all four of his limbs apart. Thick, dense fog surrounded him. The Magician appeared out of the fog in front of Michael. He was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. He smiled gently at Michael and put his index finger back between his eyebrows. "I would like to speak to Michelle please." Michael felt a warm, invisible energy move out from the Magician's fingertip into his mind. It consumed him. It began to change him. Michael's eye's rolled back into his head and he began to drool. It was as if his entire mind was slipping down into a warm bath. He didn't want it to stop. He just wanted to go deeper. The deeper he went, the better he felt. The deeper he went, the better he felt. The deeper she went, the better she felt. The deeper she went, the better she felt. Michelle opened her eyes and took in a deep, sharp breath. The Magician removed his index finger and smiled. "Hi Michelle, how have you been?" "Hi Master. Um, I feel a bit strange." "Oh? How so?" Michelle looked down at herself and giggled. "This isn't my body Master." "No it most certainly isn't, is it Michelle?" "No Master haha. I'm a woman, not a man." "Well, we certainly can't have that, now can we?" Michelle shook her head. "No Master, it wouldn't be very proper." The Magician rolled up his sleeves. "Well then, let's fix that, right now." The Magician reached out and and cupped Michelle's balls and penis with his hand. An intense amount of warm, arousing energy enveloped Michelle's entire naval. She let out a giggle and squirmed. The Magician kept his his hand where it was. The arousal grew even more and Michelle exhaled deeply. The Magician pulled away his hand. Michelle's penis and balls were gone. Her beautiful, hairless, pink vagina had bloomed into place. Michelle nodded her head, satisfied with the result. The Magician next grabbed both of her thighs and Michelle watched as all her hair disappeared. Her skin tone changed, becoming Ivory. Her farmer's tan disappeared entirely. Michelle's legs gained weight. Her thighs became voluptuous. The width of her calves increased, going past her knees. Her feet became small and dainty. Soft. Red toenail polish appeared on her toenails. The Magician let go of her thighs and walked closer until he was pressed right up against Michelle. He reached both hands behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks. They both practically fit into the palms of his hands. Good Lord! That would never do. The Magician leaned his head down against Michelle's chest. "Wow Michelle, your heart is beating fast." "Yes Master, I'm very excited." "Yes, I can tell. I like the heart. It can tell you a lot about being turned on. For example, I do something like this-" Warm energy shot out of The Magician's hands into Michelle's ass. It quivered and shook. Then it began to gradually push out against The Magician's hands. Michelle's heart beat faster. "-or this-" More intense, warm energy shot into Michelle's ass. It was pushing out as hard as it could against The Magican's hands. He was straining to keep them in place. "-and your heart rate can increase a lot." The Magician doubled down now and braced himself. "But I don't think you're really the heart shape type. No, you're more of a pear." Hot, concentrated energy caused Michelle's ass to balloon. The Magician couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his hands back and Michelle's ass blew out and fell down into place with a large jiggle. Michelle's eyes widened and she looked behind her. "Oh!" The Magician took a moment to compose himself, then continued. He slid his hands over Michelle's hips and they widened out until they became proportionate with her new ass. His hands went over her stomach and it became smaller, toned. He reached her chest and paused. He looked at Michelle and smiled. She smiled back. He grabbed her chest with both hands and shot energy into them. The feeling aroused Michelle immensely. Randomly, out of nowhere, she began chanting. "Oh God, please come out girls! Please come out girls! Please come out girls! Michelle's breasts pushed out against The Magician's hands, but this time, he went with the flow. Michelle's back grew smaller, more straight. Her arms and hands became thinner and more petite. As her breasts settled into place. Michelle smiled. "There you are!" Michelle bounced them up and down and giggled. The Magician suddenly grabbed the top of Michelle's hair and made his hand into a fist. Thick, black curls squeezed themselves out between his fingers and fell down onto Michelle's shoulders and back. The Magician let go and Michelle's hair completely enveloped her face. The Magician waved his arm and the ropes disappeared. Michelle pulled her hair back and revealed her new, cute little face. She felt good, she felt free. And hornier than hell. *** The stone columns had disappeared and her Master had removed his robe. A levitating slab of rock was in front of them. Michelle's Master gestured and she immediately got down on her knees. Like a trained expert, she began lightly tickling his balls and fondling his penis. It began to grow and get hard. She lightly kissed the tip and brushed her lips and tongue against it. She then tickled his balls faster and suddenly plunged down on him. She rolled her tongue over and under his shaft, alternating between fast and slow. She heard him moan slightly and felt his penis begin to throb a little. She stopped and pulled out. He was ready. She got back up and waited. He looked at her and started to mull something over. He then shook his head. "Nah." He reached down and put his finger on her clit. He pushed it down. Waves upon waves of pleasure shot through Michelle's pussy, and she lubricated. Michelle giggled and her Master smiled. He gestured to the slab and Michelle hopped up onto it. To her it felt like the softest cushion in the world. She spread her legs wide. She was flexible now, she could even do the splits if she wanted. Michelle arched her lower back and smiled at her Master. He walked up and took hold of his penis. He lightly brushed his tip up against her clit and down and around her lips, lathering it in her juices. He then began pushing inside. Her Master's penis was huge for her pussy. Michelle's walls pulled themselves back to make room for their guest as he pushed his way in and made himself comfortable. The feeling was sensational to her body. It felt like the world's biggest, hottest, fleshiest, vibrating dildo was inside her. And then he began to thrust in and out of her aggressively. Michelle exhaled sharply. The ridges of his penis ran up and down her walls, slick as can be. His shaft glided up and down her floor, smooth as glass. Waves upon waves of euphoria took over Michelle's body. Her breasts grew a little bigger. Her areolas became dark and her nipples stood at attention, harder than steel. She licked her lips and moaned, her eyes half closed. Michelle fell flat on her back and just surrendered to all of it. Her Master began thrusting even harder now. Faster. Michelle's breasts began bouncing and jiggling in sync. God how she wanted to cum. God how she needed a release. Her Master began thrusting in deeper now. He merged into her. His balls were slapping against her anus. The hairs on his sack were tickling her relentlessly. Michelle breathed in and summoned enough strength to move her head up. She was on the edge, and so was he. Her Master grabbed both of her legs. She felt her toes curl up. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She was right there. Her ass was flushed. Her pussy lips were practically violet for crying out loud. But she stayed there. She didn't know why. The pleasure had built up to an insurmountable amount. She couldn't take it anymore. And then her Master let out a loud groan. She felt his penis throb uncontrollably inside of her. She felt his cum shoot out and splash her ceiling and run down her walls. The button had been pushed. Michelle let out a loud scream as her walls contracted and gripped her Master's penis, holding it in place. All the muscles in her pelvic area began contracting and releasing rhythmically. Her lower back arched and her pussy squirted out a geyser onto her Master. Her entire body shook uncontrollably. The entire stone slab shook as well. Michelle was in heaven. Slowly, her orgasm subsided. She let go of her Master's penis. Her Master pulled out, satisfied. His cum slowly came out of Michelle and ran down past her anus onto the slab. Michelle put her head back down and looked up. She smiled, spent, but content.
mallemuck
It was late. Jack was out clubbing and just starting to get tipsy. He was walking down the street to hit the next one when he heard someone crying. He looked across the street and saw a woman around his age with her face in her hands sitting on the sidewalk. Jack slicked his hair back and approached her. She looked Central American, and very cute. Jack smiled to himself. They didn't come any easier than this. He asked what was wrong and the girl looked up. She wiped her face off and told him her boyfriend had just dumped her for someone else. Jack said he was sorry and offered to buy her a drink. The girl got up and shook her head no, saying she just wanted to go home. Jack hailed a cab for her and she offered him a drink back at her place. Jack was surprised at first but said yes. He got into the cab with her. The girl introduced herself as Esmeralda. She was a student on summer break, studying fashion. Jack told her he was about to go into pre-med. Esmeralda seemed fascinated by this and asked to learn more. She moved closer to him. Jack started to ramble a bit and seemed a little embarrassed. Esmeralda smiled at him and took his left hand in hers. She started to gently stroke it and look directly into Jack's face. Esmeralda began talking in detail about how prepubescent boys were told not to play with their penises or they would go blind, and how they discovered this was a lie when they grew....older. Esmeralda kept stroking Jack's hand. Jack was having a hard time concentrating on everything Esmeralda was saying. He wasn't sure what was happening to him but Esmeralda's face was going in and out of focus. He felt woozy. She kept talking and stroking his hand. Jack started and opened his eyes. They had arrived at Esmeralda's apartment. He shook his head and got out. He paid the driver and walked inside with Esmeralda. It was a nice apartment, rather plain. Esmeralda brought out some vodka and sat on the couch with Jack. They both had a round and chatted some more. She began talking about Hypnosis of all things, how one person could control another through the simple process of relaxing, and make them experience all sorts of pleasant sensations. Jack thought all of it was just silly mumbo jumbo. Esmeralda regarded him with a smile and said she had actually become quite good at it herself. Jack laughed and said he didn't believe her. Esmeralda asked him if he would like to try it. Jack shook his head no and moved closer to her, putting his hand on her thigh. He told her it probably wouldn't work as he had ADD and couldn't stay very calm for very long. Esmeralda told him Hypnosis worked even better on people like him. She smiled again and moved closer to him until her lips were pressed right up against his ear. She quietly whispered a phrase and Jack's entire world went black. *** Jack regained consciousness and opened his eyes. He was naked, and flat on his back on the floor. Esmeralda was also naked and leaning down over him. She pulled her pussy back from his face. Some of her excitement was still running down his chin. Jack instinctively licked it off. To him, it tasted surprisingly like honey. Esmeralda walked over and sat on the couch. She began braiding her hair back into a ponytail. Jack sat up and gave her an embarrassed smile. She smiled back. Jack saw that his clothes had been neatly folded on the table in the other room. He got up and started walking towards them. Esmeralda finished her ponytail and saw what Jack was doing. Her smile disappeared instantly. Jack began walking by her. "Ah, excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" Esmeralda reached out and slapped Jack hard on his bare ass. Jack immediately fell back into trance and froze where he was. His dick grew hard and shot to attention. "Did I say that you could get dressed?" Esmeralda snapped her fingers. Jack's arms shot straight out to his sides and stayed there, frozen. "Did I say that you could leave?" snap Jack felt an intense surge of arousal swell up in his naval. "No, I didn't, did I?" snap Jack's balls constricted upward until they were hugging the base of his shaft, clinging on for dear life. His prostate became swollen with cum. "You are not allowed to do anything like that unless I tell you to." snap Jack's anus began contracting rhythmically. The arousal became even stronger. He began to drool. "How dare you think otherwise." snap The contractions moved up to Jack's perineum and prostate. They began to pump the cum slowly up his shaft. Esmeralda got up and stood in front of Jack. "You belong to me asshole." snap Jack reached the point of no return. Esmeralda just stood there, naked, with her hands on her hips, looking him straight in the face. Jack's faced was flushed. He couldn't make himself cum. He couldn't even look down, only forward. Esmeralda looked down at his throbbing dick, then back up at him, glaring. She raised both of her hands this time. SNAP Jack moaned loudly as his dick began aggressively spurting out globs of cum onto the floor. Esmeralda didn't even acknowledge it. She just stood there with her arms crossed, glaring at him. Jack's balls finally emptied themselves, but his orgasm didn't end. His muscles kept contracting and releasing. Jack couldn't stop. It began to hurt a bit. Jack let out a small whimper. Esmeralda reached out her finger to Jack's lips and slid it down. "Sshh" Jack's orgasm stopped. His dick became flaccid and still. Esmeralda put her finger in her mouth and sucked Jack's drool off of it. She leaned forward and whispered to him. "I'm having other guests over. You need to clean up your mess. I'm going to take a shower. When I come back, I had better be impressed with what I see, or so help me, you're not going to like what comes next." Esmeralda left Jack and closed the door. Jack immediately dropped onto all fours and began lapping up his mess.
mallemuck
Chris was in the waiting room. His number was last. All the others had already gone ahead of him. Chris looked up nervously at the clock. It was almost five. He sighed and didn't think they would have time for him. Again. A voice suddenly came on over the loud speaker and announced Chris's number. He felt a sudden rush of nervous and excited energy go through him. He got up and walked through the door. He was in a small, almost closet like hallway, with another door at the other end. Chris took all of his clothes off and put them in the chute on the wall. They were immediately sucked away. No turning back now. Chris opened the door at the other end and walked into a large garden like area. He walked to the center of the room and looked around, waiting. Chris heard a noise and saw the Fairy Godmother huffing towards him. He faintly heard her mumble under her breath how annoyed she was at having to do it one last time before leaving for the day. Suddenly Chris was feeling nervous. He covered his penis with his hands and started backing towards the corner. The Fairy Godmother stopped walking and eyed him. She could read him like an open book. She rolled her eyes and made her wand appear. The music began and The Fairy Godmother got into character. She waved her wand a bit and began. Salagadoola mechicka boo- Glittery white magic shot out of her wand and went sailing towards Chris. He raised his hands in front of his face, his eyes wide. la bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! The magic hit Chris's body with a musical flourish. Chris immediately lost all inhibition. He felt happy and high. His body began pulsing to the music. Chris began lightly skipping towards The Fairly Godmother. Put 'em together and what have you got, bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Chris did a cartwheel and landed on his ass, legs spread, in front of The Fairy Godmother. It'll do magic believe it or not bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! Chris's right leg began pulsing to the beat. More magic shot out from the wand and began changing him. His entire leg became hairless and feminine. His thigh and calf gained weight and became plump. Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo- More magic surrounded his foot and began to change it. But the thingmabob that does the job is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! Chris's entire right leg had been turned into that of a beautiful, pear shaped woman's. The Fairy Godmother was getting impatient and moved on quickly to his left leg. Magic enveloped it. Salagadoola menchicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo The magic aggressively transformed Chris's left leg. Chris felt quite a sexual thrill from the feeling. His legs done, The Fairy Godmother quickly changed the rest of his body. Put 'em together and what have you got- Chris braced himself as the magic moved up around him. bibbidi-bobbidi- Chris squirmed and giggled as his penis became a vagina and his new ass and hips erotically ballooned out from under him. bibbidi-bobbidi- Chris's chest lurched forward as his new, beautiful breasts grew out and settled into place. His back became straighter. bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! The magic enveloped Chris's head and changed it. Thick, beautiful golden hair flew out and settled down over Chris's breasts and back. His face became smaller and very cute. The transformation was complete. The music went away. The Fairy Godmother waved her wand again and disappeared. Crista got up and exited through the door she had come through. Her new clothes were in the chute and she got dressed. Crista put her number into the chute and left.
mallemuck
Paul was in Istanbul on vacation. He was bored. Nothing seemed to interest him. He had spent most of his time taking long taxi rides around the city, mostly at night. One night the taxi driver began driving past the city limits. Paul asked the driver where he was going. The driver told him in broken English he was going to a fun place and not to worry. An hour passed. It was getting late. Paul drifted off to sleep. He awoke as he felt the car slowing down. He stretched and looked out the window. They had arrived at a camp of some sort, with a few large tents here and there. Paul asked what the place was. The driver responded it was a circus. Paul paid him and got out of the taxi. An older fellow warmly walked up to Paul and shook his hand. He smiled and motioned for Paul to follow him. Paul did so. The man looked back over his shoulder at the taxi driver. The driver nodded his head. The man sat Paul down at a picnic table and handed him a mug full of liquid. He encouraged Paul to drink. Paul took a sip and was surprised at how tasty it was. The man encouraged Paul to drink more and Paul obliged him, drinking down the rest. The man patted Paul on the back and motioned for him to follow again. Paul got up. The man led him inside a large tent. There were two wooden platforms on either end. The man led Paul up one of them and motioned for him to stay put. The man left. Paul was confused. He looked around him but nobody was around. Suddenly there was a clash of cymbals outside and music began playing continuously. Paul immediately felt a sensational surge of arousing energy shoot through his entire body. Against his will, Paul's arms shot above his head and the rest of his body assumed a pose. A belly dancer's pose. Paul's body began expertly belly dancing on its own. Paul didn't even know how to dance. He tried to stop himself but it was as if his limbs were on strings. He tried to call out for help but his voice was caught in his throat. Each movement sent shock waves of intense, erotic pleasure throughout his entire body. God how he felt horny. Paul wanted to cum more than anything else in his life. He wanted to touch himself badly but his arms continued to gracefully weave up and down and around his undulating body. Finally the pleasure became so intense Paul was seeing black spots. He couldn't take it anymore. He was going to explode. He had to cum. He just had to. Paul's body suddenly lurched forward, his head bowed. His body shot back and his head reared towards the ceiling. Paul let out a huge gasp and came. He came harder than he ever had before. Paul almost lost consciousness. His body still kept dancing. Paul didn't feel tired at all. In fact, he felt even more energized. He smiled and began enjoying himself. His body started moving down the stairs towards the platform on the other side. As soon as his shoes hit the grass, Paul felt another surge of intense, arousing energy shoot up through his body. Paul let out a tiny, girly giggle. He felt his body changing. His spine was becoming straighter, his arms and hands slimmer. Paul felt a tightness in his chest as two rather large lumps began appearing. Each movement of his hips made them become more and more pronounced. Paul's shoes were becoming too big for his feet. Without even thinking, he kicked them off effortlessly. Somehow, his socks went flying with them. Paul suddenly felt free. He smiled and basked in the feeling as thick, black curls of hair settled into place on his shoulders. Paul was getting close to the other platform now. His new breasts had settled into place. Paul began to do circles with his chest, giggling as his shirt brushed against his now sensitive nipples. Paul suddenly felt his ass begin to grow and strain against his jeans. They began to strain even more and get tight. The pleasure was intense. Paul could barely contain himself. His upper body lurched forward again, and like two canon balls being launched, the back of Paul's jeans exploded and out burst Paul's new round ass. The sense of freedom enveloped Paul completely. He had to be rid of his clothes now. He wanted to be rid of them. It made sense to take them off. They were impeding his dancing. Paul had reached the other platform now. He just had to to take off his clothes. Paul tried to control his arms and found that he could, but just barely. Paul immediately ripped off his shirt. Another, more intense wave of pleasure shot through Paul's still belly dancing, female body. Paul was horny again. Even more so than before. He had to get his pants off. He had to feel more of that pleasure. Paul fought for all he was worth and managed to get his hands on his jeans. He manged to pull them down some before he lost control of his arms again. Paul felt something leaking down the side of his legs and looked down. His penis was gone. His new vagina was wet, pulsing, begging Paul to finish the job. Paul desperately began kicking his legs out, his breasts and ass bouncing up and down like crazy. The jeans slowly came down to his calves. Paul kicked out again and got one leg free. He breathed a sigh of relief and braced himself. With one last powerful kick, Paul's jeans went flying off his new body and hit the grass below. The orgasmic sensation that hit Paul was earth shattering. His entire body shook and convulsed. His new vagina began squirting down on the platform like crazy. Paul was in Heaven. He had never known such intense pleasure before. His body finally stopped dancing. Paul's first orgasm as a woman subsided and he collapsed onto his back, naked and spent. He drifted off to sleep. Blissful sleep. The music went away. When Paul awoke, the man was standing over him. The man smiled as Paul got to his feet. The man pulled out a blanket from behind him and wrapped it around Paul. He began calling Paul "Pembe" and she could understand him. He welcomed her to the family as they exited the tent.
mallemuck
Pinocchio was lying back in his armchair, naked and enjoying himself. He couldn't understand why Jiminy was so upset. Lampwick, also naked, was over by the pool table, drinking his Ale. "Ha! Hear that beetle talk, you'd think something was gonna happen to us," he said. Suddenly, Lampwick's chest surged forward and out popped two perfectly round, firm, female breasts. Lampwick didn't even notice. Pinocchio shook his head and stared in amazement, speechless. He put his mug of Ale on the table beside him and slid it away. Lampwick walked over to a corner of the pool table and looked back at Pinocchio. "Conscience". Nah, phooey!" Lampwick leaned forward and hit another ball. His ass and hips suddenly quivered and ballooned, instantly reshaping themselves into that of a woman's. Again Lampwick didn't notice. Again Pinocchio stared dumbfounded, pulling out his cigar and tossing it to the side. Lampwick walked over to another corner. "Where's he get that stuff? How do you ever expect to be a real boy?" Lampwick leaned forward and hit another ball. He leaned back. His face, hair, and neck had completely changed into a woman's. "What's he think I look like? A Bimbo?" Lampwick took a puff from his cigar. "You sure do!" exclaimed Pinocchio, laughing. Suddenly, a very feminine giggle escaped from Pinocchio. He immediately covered his mouth, embarrassed. Lampwick walked over to him. "Hey, you laugh like a bimbo!" he said, laughing. An even more feminine laugh escaped from his. Lampwick covered his mouth in surprise. "Did that come out of me?" he asked. Pinocchio nodded his head, scared. Lampwick started to feel his face, noticing something wasn't right. He felt his hair, then looked down and grabbed his new breasts. "What's going on?" he asked. Lampwick ran over to the full bodied mirror and stared at his changing body. He yelled in surprise and fear and started running around the room. "I've been double crossed!" he yelled. The hair on his upper and lower body disappeared. His arms and hands slimmed down and became thin. His penis disappeared entirely. The flesh suddenly bloomed into a soft, pink vagina. "Help, help!" he screamed. "Somebody help! I've been framed. Help!" Lampwick slipped and landed on his new ass in front of Pinocchio. "Please, you've gotta help me", Lampwick pleaded as his thighs and calves reshaped themselves. "Be a pal. Call that beetle. Call anybody!" Lampwick's feet suddenly froze up. He watched helplessly as they became smaller and more dainty. Lampwick got on all fours and tried to crawl towards the exit. "Momma!" he screamed as his masculine mind began to leave him. "Momma!" Lampwick screamed one last time as his head tucked under. Lampwick stopped screaming and looked up, his eyes glazed over. He looked behind him at Pinocchio and let out a giggle. He got up and leaned against the pool table, gazing down at his new body. Pinocchio was too shocked to react. He suddenly felt an odd sensation in his chest and looked down. He had sprouted his own pair of female breasts! Pinocchio grabbed at them. "Oh! What's happened?!" he exclaimed. "What'll I do? Pinocchio lurched forward. He turned and looked behind him just in time to see his new ass bounce into place. Jiminy ran in through the door. "Pincchio!" he exclaimed. "Jiminy," Pinocchio said as he ran over to him. "Jiminy help!" "Quick, Pinoc, the kids, the boys, they're all bimbos!" Jiminy looked closer at Pinocchio. "Oh, you too!" he exclaimed. Pinocchio nodded, scared. "Come on, quick, before you get any worse," Jiminy said as he and Pinocchio ran out of the room, leaving Lampwick to his fate.
MisterMarlon
If each and all experiences come from the interaction of the conscious mind with the unconscious mind, it is not an impossible leap to conclude that practically every experience, held in the right context of conscious awareness, can deepen our understanding and appreciation of and ability to trance. Activities requiring our best abilities to focus and make conscious decisions are not the best places to explore trance and alternative states of mind. Better times and places, where and when you can relax, daydream, even drifting off are much more suitable. Take care of any potential distractions - phone, timers, visitors, pets, lights, noise, discomforts, schedules, etc. should all be minimized in their ability to interrupt the cultivation of pleasant anticipation of further inward focus. Other subject to improve experience and learning

(1) Knowledge of Hypnosis - Studying beforehand and afterwards about hypnosis makes it easier to tell when it is happening and what can be expected. It helps address concerns and answer questions knowing your have read or heard about the subject and that you are committed to learning even more.

(2) Perseverance - Sticking to a plan or goal of inner exploration yields far greater rewards than half-hazard or whimsical schedules. Finding the right balance between overtaxing and under-attempting is a challenge for everyone because we are all different from one another and even ourselves from one time period to the next. Being more consistent than not, yet able to re-evaluate and replan as needed gives you a long way in establishing the deepest relaxation and happy expectancy found in the best trances.

(3) The First Hypnosis/the last hypnosis - Let each attempt to trance carry within it the seeds of being the first attempt and the spirit and commitment of it perhaps being the last attempt. A beginner's state of mind that has as few preconceived notions as possible mixed in with the desire of a completeness and acceptance if an imagined final return to the place where resides our oldest and dearest companion and friend, the unconscious mind. This prepares us to be deeply sensitive, grateful, eager, open and thoroughly present with whatever presence and presents out unconscious mind can give us. Each and every time we should strive for this mixture.

(4) Understand the strengths of suggestion and the power of permission - Realize you are dealing with and exploring am almost entirely mental landscape. That your mind is as nearly infinite in what it can hold and do as anything we can imagine. We can imagine ourselves into practically anything we could ever wish to be, at least internally. Our physical universe definitely responds to our internal one but often not in ways we can imagine. Suggesting to yourself you can do things assumed impossible might just be the first step in proving that assumption wrong. Giving yourself permission to try again and again can ensure you give yourself all the support you need to never give up on what is important to you, including your unconscious mind and ability to receive more, ideally all, it has to offer.

Remember - we are inviting the unconscious mind to a receptive state. We receive the unconscious mind best when we are in an inviting mood.

Some characteristics of opening up to the unconscious mind or what we might call a trance:

Rapport and connection - a sense of cooperation and trust between your conscious mind and unconscious mind, often expanding outwards to include similar feelings of dynamic trust and cooperation between the hypnotist, in this case me, and the hypnotized, in this case, you. It is my hope to be worthy of, expand upon, and continue those feelings of trust and cooperation.

Fixedness of Attention - something usually becomes the the object of attention, a sound like my voice, the sight of something interesting becoming more so, a sensation in your hand or of breathing becomes fascinating and begins to override other sensory inputs, they just sort of fade into the background

Hyper - Acuity or super sensitivity of the senses being utilized for trance, as unused senses fade out. What is being used expands, making it easier to notice details that keep the attention going and growing.

MisterMarlon Feb 1 · Rate: 4
Manic_Pixie

***This was originally posted on fetlife July 2016 after a rather large controversy regarding abuse perpetrated by a very prominent figure in the EH community***


You may or not be aware of the recent goings on in the hypnosis community. The TL;DR version is that prominent figure who shall remain unnamed had accumulated a number of allegations of consent violation, a community round table was had and it was determined that many people would feel much safer if the person in question did not attend.


I commend our leaders for taking a decisive action to protect its vulnerable members, and now it's up to the community to learn from this.


This person is not a villain. They are not the embodiment of evil in our world. No, they are weak-willed and lonely child who stumbled upon a dark and powerful mask. We can ban this person from parties, but the tactics this person used others will use over and over and over again unless we educate members of our community and these tactics become less successful. So here's a list of red flags to look out for in erotic hypnosis. This is a compilation of my own and other's experience, PLEASE ADD ANYTHING I'VE MISSED.


Look out for the following:

1. The Use Creepy Mantras

My ex used to have my metamours and I repeat the following while we were deep in trance.

"I exist to serve and please and obey, without thought or question, anytime, anyplace, and with anyone you wish. And it's the very best thing.


....annnnd holy shitballs, that's creepy. Do you realize how easy it becomes to coerce someone into having sex with someone they don't really to after they've said that enough times? Mantras aren't necessarily bad, but they need to allow for autonomy to remain with the person. If you want to use mantras while in trance, try using something healthy like:


"I am a worthy, valuable person. I freely give to you my submission, and I choose to be fully present in this moment.

Admittedly I just made that up and I have no idea how well that will work, but that seriously has to be better than something that is designed to erode your sense of self and ability to say "no."

2. The Use Of Superlatives


In destructive cults, members are made to develop phobias of leaving. Now you don't necessarily have to bar anyone from leaving if you can convince them that the rest of the world isn't as good as what they have in the group. Now go look back at the creepy mantra. Notice anything at the end there?


Your subconscious will automatically create opposites for whatever you suggest to it. When you use a superlative, your subconscious sets that as a measuring stick for everything else to be compared to. By making us say their hypnosis was the very best hypnosis, their power was the very best experience, and their cock was the very best cock, slowly but surely I became convinced if I left nothing would ever be as good as it was. A much healthier framing is "It's a good thing," or "it's a wonderful thing," or even "it's a fan-fucking-tastic thing," because all of those descriptors allow for other good things to happen.


3. Insisting of Sex as a Form of Service


While this not necessarily hypnosis related and has not happened to me personally, I thought this was too important not to put here. I have been told by others who've interacted with this individual that when they said they didn't want to have sex, this person would insist they have sex anyway "as a form of service to them." I hate to sound like a Moaning Morty, but that just sounds like rape with extra steps.


4. You Notice You Or Other Partners Have Difficulty Saying "No"


Overtime, I started to notice anytime I needed to say "no" to something I found it very difficult. My heart would start to race at the thought of it. My other metamours exhibited similar difficulties. Looking in retrospect, constantly rewarding saying "Yes, [NAME]" created anxiety about saying the opposite.


5. You Start Having Panic Attacks or Other Mental Health Issues


Over the course of our relationship, all of my latent mental health issues progressively became worse. I started smoking, drinking, and having panic attacks. Normally, these parts of me are kept in check because I know how to take care of myself, but as my sense of self eroded away I could no longer hold down all my self destructive tendencies. Incidentally, my panic attacks went away almost instantly after we broke up, which was replaced by a deep depression that I'm still working to get out of. I did learn something valuable from that though: if a Russian ever tells you you're too drunk to drive home, believe them.


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If you find yourself or someone you know doing these things, stop. This is far from a comprehensive list. Please feel free to discuss other problematic behaviors and healthier alternatives. If we spread information, especially to those most vulnerable, we can bring the dawn of a new day.

Manic_Pixie Feb 1 · Rate: 4.33 · Tags: abuse, red flags, hypnosis, hypnosis
John512

Hypwatch was conceived in around November 2015. It was the project of a number of people committed to make sure that the erotic hypnosis community would always have a friendly and welcoming online community open to all people interested in consensual erotic hypnosis.

Hypwatch became public on 31 January 2016, exactly one year ago. Today is our first birthday. In that time, Hypwatch has grown to just under 1800 members, and continues to grow. Other metrics of note are 4397 friendships, 2745 photos and 8057 message conversations. We've come a very long way for a non-profit volunteer-run site.

For the Hypwatch management team, it's been an exciting, busy (and sometimes frustrating) year, but overall a happy one. We've managed to build an erotic hypnosis site that has remained true to our goal of being a friendly and welcoming online community. We've had a number of problems and challenges along the way that we've had to deal with (I might have broken the site a couple times and had to restore from backup, but don't tell anyone!), and we've gotten through most of them relatively intact.

There are still areas of the site that need improvement, and we'll continue to address them where and when we can. In the next six months (resources permitting), we hope to address some of the bigger issues, as well as making a lot of small and behind the scenes upgrades (which we are regularly doing). We also intend offering more educational resources as we do see Hypwatch as being a place of learning for the erotic hypnosis community.

With your support, Hypwatch will keep on growing, not only in numbers, but also in terms of the content, features and experiences and quality of service it provides for you, our members.

Thanks to the site management team:
* Skyla - the site represents one of your dreams and visions and I'm so happy to be able to help realise it with you
* doomsux and dannyk - thanks for all your technical help and other support
* RoseSpells and Nico - for all your advice, feedback, doing odd jobs here and there, and putting up with my requests

And the biggest thanks of all to you, our members. Without you there'd be no site.

Happy birthday, Hypwatch! May you have many, many more.

John512 Jan 31 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: community, erotic hypnosis, erotic hypnosis , hypnosis, hypnosis , hypwatch
hoseaaaa
Yoga Class - started chapter 1... I used to be akward. Actually, I'm still akward, so let's say I'm less akward and a lot more flexible. Let's rewind. Two years ago, I walked into a yoga studio in need of help to get into shape. I had been working way too many hours on way too many projects. The stress was increasing at an alarming rate and I walked around with a knot in my stomach all the time. I was living alone in my apartment at the time, and a new high-tech retail store was opening up downstairs. I never particularly paid any attention to such things, but on the way home from work one night, I decided to stop in. At first I was confused. I walked into a small waiting area with a receptionist. New age spa music was playing in the background. "Hello," she said, "Welcome to Sensations Yoga." She continued, "A class is just about to begin, would you like a free trial?" Hesitating and caught off guard I replied, "Oh, um, well I'm not really dressed for it and I'm sure I wouldn't be back in time.." She cut me off "no worries sir, we provide everything for you, right down to your clothing.” “Umm.. ok?” I replied unsurely. She reached under the counter and handed me a pile of silvery material and what looked like ballet shoes. She then ushered me back to a private changing stall, kind of like the ones at a department store. She shuffled me inside and began with her instructions. “Sir, please completely disrobe. Then put on your suit and shoes. When you are done I will bring you to the classroom.” “Are you sure about this?,” I asked, “completely disrobe? This doesn’t even look like it will fit.” “Sir, this is Sensations Yoga. The suit is made of a space age spandex type material which will keep you at the perfect temperature. This is why you should be wearing nothing underneath. It must be touching your skin to be most effective. The stretchiness of the fabric will allow the full range of motion as you take your class. The shoes are very comfortable, I’m wearing them right now. They look like ballet slippers, but they are so comfortable, and more importantly they help grip the floor and maintain a cleaner studio for the students. Now please get dressed. Class starts shortly.” So there I was, unsure of what just happened, holding a pile of silver spandex. Well, I’m here, and it’s free, and I have nothing else going on. I decided to get undressed and hesitated for a moment right before removing my underwear. “Well, she did say completely. I might as well go with the flow.” I removed all my clothes and made a nice pile on the seat. I began with the pile of silvery material. It didn't look like it was going to fit. In fact, it looked about 3 sizes too small. So i grabbed a leg, rolled it onto my hand and began at my toe.
hoseaaaa Jan 30 · Tags: yoga hypno
hoseaaaa
We had been going out for a short while. Maybe about 6 months. I always knew about her fascination with hypnosis, and I let her try to hypnotize me, but I don’t think it ever worked on me. I also knew about her latex and spandex fetish, but that certainly didn’t bother me. She was a yoga instructor. Her body was tight and the latex was tighter. She would typically wear spandex workout gear to and from work, and then keep it on the rest of the time. The first time I saw her latex bike suit, it certainly threw me, but damn it was hot. It was metallic blue with a small white stripe going down each side. She looked like one of those pit girls at the races. Her name is Jody. She is 5’4”, with long auburn hair and green eyes, incredibly hot. Back to the story. I was never a workout guy, never mind yoga. BUT, I figured that I would at least get to see my girlfriend bend and flex in front of me while wearing some tight clothes. How bad could that be? Besides, after failed attempt and failed attempt and failed attempt at hypnosis, I figured it would be good for her confidence if we tried something else together. So we began doing yoga at home shortly after going out. Some of those moves are certainly hard, but with practice they became easier. I think it’s partially the clothes. At first, I was adamant about wearing sweats. I never would be caught dead with spandex on. But with a good amount of coaxing.. mostly a pair of scissors to my sweat pants.. I reluctantly tried the spandex. I started out with black underarmour shorts and a long sleeve spandex shirt. I couldn’t believe how comfortable it was, and easy to move in. As we worked out, I became used to wearing spandex. We worked up from shorts to leggings, and now I wear footed tights with gymnastic shoes. After a good session one day, Jody suggested I wear the spandex around the house. It was comfortable after all, so why not jump into a clean set? It sounded like a good idea. From that point, we wore it around the house. The one day she suggested we wear it out. So why not? I wore it as underwear, and always wore a spandex shirt as my base layer. I really got to like the feel of it on my skin. Every move was like a tiny massage. It felt incredible. So there we were one night, Jody lounging on the couch in a silver, full body, spandex catsuit, looking amazing. She turned to me and said, “lets try hypnosis again.” I replied, “you know babe, I don’t know, it never seems to work on me.” *** Little did he know that hypnosis worked on him right away. IT was the first time I brought him into trance when we first met that I knew he was going to be my pet. All this time I’ve been hypnotizing him, increasing his love for spandex and conditioning him to drop into trance while making him believe it wasn’t working. I had suggested we work out together, as much as he loves me in spandex and latex, I love the sight of a man in tight clothes just as much. Slowly I conditioned him to wear and enjoy the feel of spandex on his body. We made our way from covering parts of the body to covering the full body. But tonight I had a new plan. Latex. So we were sitting there, and I was just rejected on a hypnosis session. I certainly wasn’t discouraged. After a short pause, I used his trigger. “Tights tonight.” He was out like a light, limp and loose, his body relaxed. I deepened his trance using his own breathing. “With every breath in, you will inhale relaxation. With every exhale, you will release your inner tensions. Each new inhalation of relaxation will double your relaxation, making you feel so good. The better you feel, the deeper you go. The deeper you go, the better you will feel.” At this point, this deepener usually spirals him down into complete bliss. I can mold him like putty after a few minutes of this loop. “Tommy, you have been enjoying your spandex very much, and you will continue to wear it every day. Tonight we will try something new. I bought you latex tights and a latex shirt. The tights are special, however. They have a sheath for the penis, with a special twist, and an insert for your ass, with a special surprise. You will be slightly reluctant to try them on, but you have a deep curiosity for what it will feel like.” “On the count of 3, you will awaken, not remembering you were in trance. 1. 2. 3.” *** Did I just blink long? I can swear I missed a commercial.. or did I? I don’t know, deja-vu or a glitch in the matrix. Whatever it was, it was gone. That happens to me sometimes. I’ll be there in the moment, and then I feel like I’ve lost some time. Jody says it’s just because we work out so hard, I get a little dehydrated. So I took a sip of my water. A few minutes later, Jody takes something out of a bag. It’s black and shiny and slippery. “How about we try this on?” she asks. “What is it?” I say. “They’re black latex mens shirt and leggings. Just your size, and they have some fun parts.” I dunno, I don’t mind spandex.. but latex? I’m not sure.. though if the spandex feels good.. I wonder how the latex would feel. “What are these fun parts you mention?” I ask. “Why don’t we just try them on and I’ll explain as we go. Trust me, you’ll like it.” “What the hell,” I thought. I’ve become very go with the flow since we’ve been together. So I stripped down and we started to pull off my clothes. “First the shirt,” Jody said. She began to sprinkle some powder into the sleeves and then helped me in to it. It was so tight, yet, stretchy. It felt like a second skin, massaging me with every move, better than the spandex ever felt. “Now the tights.” So Jody repeated the same maneuvers with the powder. She began by getting them on my feet. And then she told me to stand up. Very sensuously, she helped the tights up my calves, to my thighs. “Now for the fun parts,” she said “there’s a sheath here for your penis. It will make the sensation of a second skin that much better.” “Wait!,” I said, “whoa, what the hell is that thing in the back. I don’t do anal exploration. No way in hell.” “Tights tonight” she said, “you have always been curious about anal play. This is so small and very unobtrusive. Your curiosity will double each time I snap my fingers. 1, 2, 3, awake.” SNAP! I felt a little light headed again. Maybe the latex was too tight. But I wasn’t going to do any anal play. SNAP! Though it is very small and unobtrusive. SNAP! And she does have lube. SNAP! “well, ok, since it’s small and you have lube, give it a shot, but go slow.” I said. “NO problem, you will enjoy this, trust me.” It was probably was the thickness of a pen. She lubed it up and eased it in. Not too bad really. Then she pulled the waistband all the way up. IT did feel good on my body. I felt like I had a tight new skin, all black and shiny. “OK,” I said, “so what’s so special and fun about these parts?” “Well,” Jody began, with a gulp of air,“ there’s this little magnetic chord, and when I attach it to your tights, it energizes stimulators in the sheath of the penis and butt plug. It will let me control the intensity and speed of the vibrations. Also, on the underside of the tights, there’s a hose connection so we can inflate that butt plug and fill you up!” My eyes popped open, “what are you talking about? NO NO NO NO. Absolutely not. I will not do this, I’m not into this, it’s not going to happen.” And then she said one word. “Freeze!.” I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. Nothing. *** “You’re probably wondering what is going on sweetie. Right now you find yourself in a situation where you can’t move and you can’t speak. You’re right. You can’t. You know why? You’ve been hypnotized and conditioned. All those weeks that you thought you were nodding off, or the hypnosis wasn’t working, it was. Perfectly. You’re an incredible hypnotic subject.” I was about to lay this all on him. “You see, I’m a little bit of a fetishist. I love hypnosis, spandex, and latex. But until now, I’ve had to enjoy all those things on my own. When I found out you were so hypnotizable, I knew what I needed to do. So I formulated my plan and it’s working out perfectly.” “But I’m not into kinky things,” I said. She responded, “are you, or are you not wearing latex, that you wanted to try out.. after taking off spandex that you enjoy wearing? Yes, you are a fetishist, and you will like it kinky. Believe me.” *** I couldn’t believe this was happening. How did this happen? I don’t even recollect. The only thing I did know, was that she was kind of right. I loved the spandex and I really liked the latex so far. Oh boy, I’m in for trouble. With that, she began to connect the hose to the butt plug and the cord snapped right into place. “Now what we’re going to do, is play a little game.” She said. “You’re going to use your tongue to pleasure me, and if you do a good job, you’ll get a reward. And if you don’t do a good job, I’ll hypnotize you to do it without feeling a thing!” After hearing that, I guess I would go ahead with this plan. At least I would have a chance to feel good. “Unfreeze” she said. I could move again. So she put on a crotchless latex catsuit and beckoned me to her side. I slid down her torso to find her waiting, wet pussy. I began to lick.. and lick.. and she began to enjoy it. Slight slow moans escaped her mouth. She had her hand on a control box and hit the first button. Very slight sensations began in my penis. I kept going. A minute later she hit another button, and I could feel the probe in my ass begin to grow. She let it inflate until I stopped licking. At that point she knew it was slightly uncomfortable for me, and turned on the vibrations. It felt so good. “My pleasure is your pleasure,” she said. “The better I feel, the better you will feel. But most importantly, you will cum only when I say so.” Not only was that a true statement, it was a waking suggestion. I did feel good, so I licked more. She hit some buttons on the box and the vibrations intensified. The plug quickly deflated a little and then just as quickly it reinflated. IT was starting to become intense. She was moaning loudly, which triggered me to lick harder and faster. She adjusted the box again and everything intensified tenfold. At this point, all I could think about was licking. My eyes closed, off on my own planet of pleasure, I kept going. She really began to writhe in pleasure, she moaned loudly. “I’m going to cum!” She screamed. Just at that point, she turned the controls to maximum, the sheath vibrating my penis and the plug pumping my ass into oblivion. “Cum for meeee” she said. It was like fireworks going off in my brain. My body felt like I was electrocuted, the pleasure exploded from head to toe. It was absolutely incredible. After we both came down from the high of orgasm, we just lay there and drifted off to sleep. The last thing she said was, “are you sure you’re not into kinky things?”
hoseaaaa Jan 30
hoseaaaa
It had been a while since I visited the dentist, and I was certainly apprehensive. I didn’t even like to get a cleaning without using nitrous oxide. So when my old dentist retired, I quickly searched for someone new who would still suit my needs. As I zipped through several links of my internet search, a window popped up for a new dental office in the area. The ad boasted all services, including those for fearful patients, in new and technologically advanced ways. With my cleaning due, and nowhere else to turn, not to mention a fruitless search, I decided to call and make an appointment. The friendly receptionist on the phone answered in quite a happy tone. And she offered me an appointment for the next day. I explained how I was scared of the dentist and usually needed nitrous to get through a visit. She put my fears to rest explaining there were several treatment methods available to me. The doctor would go through all of my needs at the initial consultation before the visit. The next day, I made my way to the location of the new office. It was in an up and coming section of town. I didn’t think twice about this industrial area, I knew of it and knew that businesses were slowly coming back to the area. The waiting room was neat and clean, a few magazines on a coffee table and comfortable couches. The receptionist was a redhead, with her long hair in a high ponytail. She was wearing what looked like a white spandex top. I thought it was a little form fitting for an office, but it went along with the high tech theme they were advertising. Finally, she called my name and directed me to the corridor. When she met me there, I could see that her spandex top was actually a full, long sleeved white spandex cat suit. It accentuated every curve and looked very sexy. She was wearing white ballet slippers to finish out the outfit. Noticing I was staring, she happily said “this is our uniform; Dry Haylee likes us to look futuristic while also being comfortable.” I certainly had no complaints. She showed me to the doctor’s office, and I sat in a comfortable leather recliner. A short time later, the doctor came into the office. She had long, dark hair, and was dressed in a shiny silver cat suit just like the receptionist, except this one looked wet. On top of that she was wearing a typical white lab coat. “Good morning,” she said, “I’m Dr. Haylee. I see you’re a new patient and you’ve stated that you are very anxious at the dentist. We have several methods which can alleviate your worries.” All the while she was talking; I was staring into her eyes. Her tone was soothing and here gaze was deep. I realized there was a long pause; this is where I needed to speak. “Um, oh, yes, I don’t do well in these situations. I usually take nitrous, even during cleanings. I just need something to take the edge off.” “Not to worry, we have several methods which we can use with you. We are very technologically advanced here and I’m sure you will be pleased with the results. Please just sign these waivers for the treatment and we can get you started.” Half dazed once again, I took the papers and mindlessly signed. “Good,” she said, “our receptionist will get you started. Please understand everything is done for a purpose; please try to be open minded.” Not really realizing what she was talking about, she showed me to the door, where the receptionist was waiting for me. “Come this way please,” she said. She led me to a small dressing room. “Please go in and remove all your clothing. You will find a latex suit and some lubricant. Please apply the lubricant to your body and put the suit on. It has sensors built into it so that we can monitor you during the process. Do not worry about any of the connections; just make sure the suit is properly covering all of your parts.” That was weird, and not really understanding what she said, I began to undress. I removed all my clothes and applied the lubricant. I picked up the pile of latex and found that it was a full body suit which covered everything but my head. I started to put it on, pulling up the feet into place, and then bringing the suit towards my waist. It looked small, but stretched easily to fit my body, and I found it was very comfortable. Sure enough it came to my cock. There was a sheath there, and I paused for a minute, but kept going, remembering what the doctor had said. Finally, I had made it to my chest and I put my arms through. I zipped it up from the rear and was fully covered. The suit felt like it was massaging my skin with every move. It felt wonderfully exhilarating. Just as I was reaching for the doorknob, the door opened. The receptionist was waiting for me. “This way please.” She led me through a series of corridors to a white room. It looked like a typical dental room, but with a couple more monitors. She showed me to the chair and I sat down. At the end of the chair was what looked like a pair of space boots. “Put your feet in here please,” she said, “they are foot massagers and feel wonderful during your treatment.” I put my feet in and she closed them with a snap. Next she reached around my waist and pulled a belt over and clicked it in to the other side of the chair. “This is so you don’t fall out during treatment.“ She then continued with all kinds of connections. As soon as she clipped them together, the monitors sprang to life with my vitals. The last connection she made looked more like a hose than something electrical. As I was about to ask, the doctor came in to the room. “Hello, I see you’re properly prepared for treatment. Have you ever slept on a water bed?” she asked. “Um, a couple of times” I replied, “they’re comfortable.” “Good,” she said, “you’re going to enjoy this. The hose attachment will fill your suit with fluid, and you will feel like you’re suspended on a water bed. It helps produce a floating, weightless feeling. It’s very relaxing.” And with that, the suit began to fill with a warm liquid. Several chambers that I hadn’t seen before filled with this heavy fluid, slightly squeezing my body, lifting me off the surface of the chair. It did feel so good, so comfortable. I didn’t want to or need to move. Then I realized.. I couldn’t move. The weight of the fluid in the suit had me pinned down. Just then, Dr. Haylee added, “and it will immobilize you, so that you can’t hurt yourself during treatment.” That was a little unsettling. Just then the doctor came into my field of view. She had removed the lab coat and was wearing nothing but her shiny silver suit. I put the pieces together and saw that it wasn’t wet, it too was latex. She was also wearing what looked like a telephone headset. “This is so you can hear me after we put the helmet on.” She said. “What helmet?” I asked. Just then, there was a helmet lowered to my head. It looked like a fighter pilots helmet. It covered my eyes, and ears. It slowly inflated to a snug fit. I couldn’t hear or see anything. All of a sudden, the doctor was talking to me. “Nod your head if you can hear me.” I did. “This helmet will help you concentrate solely on me. While we continue to prep you, I will play some background music. Please enjoy it.” Just then a soothing tune flowed through my head, I was beginning to lose track of time. “Ok, we’re going to apply the nitrous mask now.” And with a click, I felt the mask on my nose, as it clicked into the helmet. “Just breathe normally through your nose, and listen to me while I talk to you.” Dr. Haylees voice sounded like heaven over the soothing music. In no time I felt like I was melting into the chair. I didn’t know anything except for the feeling of bliss and euphoria. Dr. Haylee kept bringing me down deeper and deeper. She counted from 10 to 1 and I fell far under her control. She told me that I felt so good, and the feeling of letting her be in control would help me relax. I just wanted to give in and let go. She said I couldn’t move and didn’t want to move, I was so comfortable and didn’t want the good feelings to end. I had a slight inkling that I was becoming erect, but I didn’t care. Everything felt right. Everything felt good. Dr. Haylee was in control. As she was talking to me over the headphones, playing binaural sounds into my brain, she lowered the chair down. Knowing I was deep under her hypnotic control, she knelt beside my head. She lowered her latex covered pussy down to my face. Knowing I wouldn’t be smothered, she pressed her labia to my face and commanded me to lick. As I began to lick and bring her pleasure, Dr. Haylee continued to become turned on. I licked and sucked, and dr. haylee rode my face with pleasure. Feeling that her climax was on the way, she reached up to a black mask, which was hanging from the ceiling. She pulled it down and strapped it to her face. She hit the button for a timed dose of nitrous. The rebreather bag inflated and deflated quickly with her breaths. As the nitrous began to do its work on the doctor, she had an incredible orgasm. She threw her head back and inhaled deeply from the mask. Her head spinning, she rested a minute. The nitrous flow had timed out and she regained her senses. I was still deep under her control and fully erect. At this point, she dismounted my face and moved down to my raging hard on. She slowly mounted my cock and relaxed down onto it. Taking a moment for herself, she spoke to me through the microphone, “you will not cum until I give you permission. When I say the words release now, then and only then will you orgasm.” With that, dry haylee began to ride my cock. She worked herself up to another orgasm, hit the nitrous button and zoomed off into her own mini trance of bliss and ecstasy. At this point in my experience, I was completely blissed out and euphoric. This time, Dr. Haylee began to ride my cock. “I will count down from 10 to 1. With each number your pleasure will double. At the end, I will say the phrase and you will orgasm like you never have in your life.” Haylee then began riding my cock to her own orgasm, timing the numbering with her own pleasure. “10… 9…. 8… … 4… 3… 2…” gasping for air, “ONE!” she screamed, hitting the nitrous button and adding “release now!”. My cock exploded, it was like fireworks going off in my whole body, I convulsed with the most extreme orgasm I ever had. Dr. Haylee did the same in unison. We were both breathing very hard. As she came down from her orgasm, Dr. Haylee removed her mask and cleaned herself up. She then quickly went to work cleaning my teeth. The whole time she continued to hypnotize me and deepen my loyalty to her. Binding me to her, and making sure that I would have to come back once a month for the proper dental treatment. The next thing I knew, I was back in my street clothes in the dressing room. I was unsure how I got off the dental chair and cleaned myself up, but I knew I had found my new dentist. End.
hoseaaaa Jan 30 · Tags: hypno, nitrous, mask
hoseaaaa
This is my first story, hope you like it. I'm a software developer, and I dabble in hypnosis and virtual reality. My wife of 3 years is a stay at home, since I make a 6 figure salary. I've set up a virtual reality program for her that helps me reign in a couple of my little fetishes. I love the sensuousness of a catsuit and ballet slippers on a woman. The spandex pulls in all the right places, accentuating curves and making a sexy silhouette. The slippers add that little touch at the end, for the ballerina effect. My wife is an innocent soul. She's naive and good at heart, never having enough courage to really explore who she is and what makes her tick. She was resistant to hypnosis because she was scared of losing control. She was hesitant to wear spandex because of a lack of self confidence. She found my virtual reality headphones and goggles one day. Intrigued by the technology, she asked if she could try them out. Slowly, she began to enjoy using the VR equipment. As time when on, I had an idea that maybe I could get her to into a hypnotic state, and begin a series of programs that would make her more open to her sexuality. It was very simple at first, just a couple of subliminal messages in a game soundtrack. After a while, she would fall into a light trance, where I would then bring her down deep with an induction. After a couple of weeks, the inductions were working so well that I began a series of triggers, bringing her back into trance and starting a program. I had her use the program for an hour a day, starting an hour before I got home from work, ending in time to begin our evening. Within months, she had been retrained to enter trance very quickly. She had also been trained to love spandex of all kinds. The most fun trigger, however, was the slippers. It was a very simple code. She had pink and black isotoner ballet slippers. If she was wearing the pink slippers, she was programed to act in her normal personality. If she was wearing the black slippers, should would be highly suggestible and very submissive. The last little twist was when i asked her to wear one black and one pink slipper. This turned her into a dominatrix. Once in a while I like my woman to take charge. The following is one particularly fun day I remember, testing out the trigger. "Honey, I'm home." I call out as I walk through the front door. It's been a long hard day at the office, and i'm ready to relax. "Honey?" I repeat. Where could she be? As I walk through the house I hear faint sounds of pleasure. I near the bedroom, open the door and find her on the bed. She's wearing the spandex pleasure catsuit with headphones and virtual reality goggles. The catsuit has sensors which take information from her writhing body in a feedback loop and continually tweak the sensations of pleasure. The network of sensors is sandwiched between an outer and inner layer of black shiny spandex. The catsuit is a full body suit with gloves and feet attached. As a matter of fact, all that is visible from the suit is her eyes and nose. She has no idea that I'm there, all she knows of is pleasure and the training she's receiving from the program. I see that she's plugged into the laptop. I check the settings and it looks like she's got about 5 minutes left in the cycle. I decide to check the mail and wind down a bit after the commute home. As I'm tossing out the last of the junk mail, I see that about 10 minutes has passed. I think to myself, "Ahh she should be finished by now." I walk back into the bedroom, and there she is sitting at the edge of the bed. She's 5'5', with an athletic body. She used to be a swimmer in college and hasn't lost her tone. Her hard body looks incredible in that catsuit. She's removed the goggles and headphones. She's like a mannequin posing in a storefront. She sits on the bed, staring off into space vacantly. "Molly, how do you feel?" I ask. In a monotone voice, she replies, "excellent, how shall we proceed?". I reply to her, "change into a regular catsuit, it's been a long day, and i'm tired. Pink ballet slippers". "Yes master" she replies. As I leave the bedroom, I see her move toward the wardrobe to change her clothes. Sometime later she walks down the hallway to the kitchen, wearing a pink metallic catsuit with open hands and feet. "Hi honey," she says "how was your day?" "Oh it was a long one, Mr. Antonius was a pain in the ass today. He's riding me for that report. How was yours?" "Not too bad, I cleaned the house and ran a few errands. About 4:00 I felt like playing that super fun virtual reality game you got me. So I changed and started the scenario. The next thing I knew, I heard you in the kitchen. I didn't realize how much I got into the game." "No worries," I said, "I'm glad you're enjoying the fruits of my labor." Dinner was delicious as usual, those gourmet cook programs were really doing her a service. We retired to the living room for a quiet evening together. As we sat on the couch wrapped in each other’s arms, my thoughts drifted to how sexy she was looking. I reached down and slid her ballet slippers off of her feet. Her eyes immediately glazed over and she spoke, "yes master?" "I'm feeling a little excited my love, how about you change into your black ballet slippers?" "Yes master," she replied as she walked off into the bedroom. Soon after she returned, she walked over with that hot passionate look in her eye. She began to undress me. First the shirt, then the pants. As she started the most amazing oral sex I have ever had, I figured I would return the favor. "Molly, as you suck on my cock, you will feel a cock buried in your pussy. As you continue, the more aroused you get, the more your pleasure will intensify. You will be on the brink of ecstasy, but you cannot cum until I cum and you will continue to suck until I'm finished, orgasming the whole time." She increased her pace, and her body language showed how much she was enjoying the feelings in her pussy. I tried to hold out as long as possible, but soon I felt myself overcome with my own orgasm. She began bucking her hips and writhing in pleasure, as she rocked herself to her own increasingly pleasurable orgasm. After we lay there for a while, I figured we should clean up and get to bed. "Molly, execute dual shower and get ready for bed." With that, she scurried off into the bathroom, preparing our shower. She finished slipping off her catsuit just as I rounded the corner. After we were cleaned up, I said, "Molly, black body stocking, pink slippers". The body stocking was a little more sheer than a spandex catsuit, and somewhat lighter for sleeping. She changed and we went to bed. We both slept like logs. In the morning, when the sun rose, I work up and turned to her. "Good morning love" I said. "Good morning dear," she replied, "I think my slipper came off, would you put it back on for me please?". So I reached down under the sheets, and groped around. I felt something soft, I figured it was her pink slipper and put it on. "Thank you dear," she said, "but it's not on quite right. I'll fix it." With that, she looked down into the covers and saw one pink slipper, and one black slipper. It seems I grabbed the wrong color in my sleepy haze. He eyes glazed over and her whole character changed. I had no idea this happened until she was pinning me down. "OK mister, what do you think you're doing down there? There's much work to be done! You will satisfy me or be punished!" I was startled. She quickly moved forward and sat on my face. Her sex pushing through the stretchy fabrick of the catsuit. "Lick!" she commanded, "And if I don't orgasm you will be punished!" Well I licked, but not to her satisfaction. "You fool!," she said, "now you are to be punished. First you shall fine me some rope, then you will return and strip." This was going to be fun, I thought, so I went to get some nice soft rope. I returned, stripped and laid down on the bed once again. She proceeded to tie me up with rope, one limb per bed post. "I like the look of this," she purred, "Can you move my slave?" "No maam," I replied. "Silent" she said as she stuffed her balled up panties into my mouth. "We are almost there, all I need is something to cover your eyes and ears." Just then she saw the vitual reality goggles and headphones. She picked them up and brought them to my bedside. She began to put them on me, as I strained and moaned into the panties. I knew she had been listening to the slipper program last. As long as she didn't turn it on, I would be ok. But then she said, "I know you can still hear me in there, I will just turn this on and run the scenario, while I figure out what I'm going to do with you next." To be continued...
wruscle
Russ knocked on the office door and waited. It had taken him some time to find the room and he was relieved to have still made it early to his interview. He was eager to impress, he had recently graduated uni and with the debts high, he needed to take work where he could. He’d seen the ad online for a small business looking for newly graduated students, with no ties who could commit to long hours, but would receive great rewards. He was asked to be here at this time for an interview so here he was, the office was in a secluded part of town, but it was a lavish building very modern and looked expensive, it was already making an impression in the same way he was eager to. Just then the door swung open and hehad to compose himself at what he saw. before him was a beautifully attractive Lady, She had a captivating smile, bright red lips and blue twinkling eyes, long blonde hair. She was dressed in a black business suit, but it just shaped Her amazing body, long legs encased in nylons, a short tight pencil skirt with a cut up the side and gorgeous heels. Her red nails shone brightly reflecting the light and he composed himself remembering what he was here for. “Ms Surrender? i’m hear for an interview, its russ we spoke on the phone.” before he could say anything else She took his hand and grip it tightly and those brilliant blue eyes held his own brown ones, Her lips curling into a smile. “oh its a pleasure to meet you russ, i’m looking forward to this, you sounded the perfect candidate on the phone.” before he could respond She leaned in and kissed him on each cheek, so he returned it, blushing as he smelt Her scent, which is exactly what She wanted and he could feel the lipstick mark his cheeks but he didn’t want to complain as he wanted this job badly, so he smiles awkwardly. “thank You i do hope that proves to be the case.” She nodded and ushered him in, and the room was very professional, he looked and saw two chairs one had a table with water and a paid beside it, he saw Her move to it and waited till he was told to sit, so he settled into the chair. She slowy sat in the chair and he had to fight back a growl as She crossed Her long legs making the skirt ride up just a bit and he could see the tops of Her stockings, the heel dangling a bit off Her foot, as She jiggled it, he could hear the rythmic sound of the nylon rubbing together, sending waves of pleasure through him. Her voice was heavenly that soft accent so nice, he had to really focus to pay attention to what was going on. “well i do have an attentative one hear don’t i, seems like you meet the first criteria. She giggles to Her self making a note, as She does uncrossing Her legs and rubbing the foot up the other leg the sound making him moan inspite of himself. “i’m sorry” he said, “this is very unprofessional of me” She giggles increasing the speed of it “oh sweetie its fine, You are doing so well, see i know You are perfect for this roll, smart, single, unattached, alone, and now i see so handsome, i just need to see how attentative and suggestible you are and well, it looks like the job is yours” he sighed at that, not really considering he knew nothing about it, and then saw as the rubbing continued a set of red nails moving up and down the legs, up and down… so slowly, so pretty, he could hear Her talking but not sure what, he just knew he could listen… without listening… then there was something else but he could think just blink… blink blink… all he wanted to do was stare as his eye lids got heavy. Then suddenly he heard directly in his ear “5, coming to now feeling refreshed and good” his eye lids opened and as they did he felt something in his lap and something rubbing his leg which felt different he went to groan but couldn’t speak, as his eyes focused he realised that the Lady who he now desired to call Mistress was sat in his lapone of his hands pined between Her crossed legs as it rubbed up his leg, the other behind Her back held there as She leaned back, Her hand stroking his hair, he couldn’t speak as he was gagged! He looked to say something but She whispered deepening hypnosis and he dropped back down. This time when he woke, he was so groggy he tried to think about what had happened, but he couldn’t he just had no recollection, the gag had gone and he was sat back in front of Her. and She was smirking very big. “well sleepy head what happened?” he rubbed his temple trying to recall but nothing came back to him in fact the more he thought about it the blanker he got. an evil grin form on her lips as She watched him struggle to recall and fail, all was as planned. “oh how delicious my poor boy just can’t remember, how ever can You remember why You are here.” that he could and he tingled in excitment as he answered. “i’m here to be Your slave.” She grinned big at that. “yes my toy You are, well done You’ve passed stage one, come with me, its time for stage two…..”
wruscle Jan 30 · Rate: 3
aesthete49
(A cross-post from Fetlife, for my real kink family.)

Well, I did it. I finally had enough. After watching a sniping, pointless back-and-forth between my mom and my cousin calling each other hypocrites over Christianity and abortion and the US refugee ban (three words, which, by the way, turn my fucking stomach, just so you know), I decided that Facebook had outlived its usefulness. I archived my FB data, downloaded it, and deleted my account. The process took maybe 5-10 minutes, and my account is deactivated for the next 14 days, during which I can log back in and undo my deletion, if I want.

But I don't want to. Over the past couple years, my Facebook has been steadily decreasing its signal-to-noise ratio. I joined Facebook because it was fun, because I could keep up with my friends and family who I didn't see that often. Now I just see a wasteland of snarky political memes, links to articles full of slanted or outright false information, pointless arguments, ridiculous levels of toxicity, and stupid bullshit ("what does your choice of deodorant say about YOU? Take our quiz!").

All I wanted was to see what my people were doing. And cat memes. And for that, I was fine with giving Facebook access to my information, my likes, tons of valuable advertising data. And it really wasn't that bad until the past year or two, when I began noticing a slow but definite slide into noise over signal. I could have abided even that, but then came the 2016 US election, and turned Facebook into a hateful swamp of toxic mess from both sides of the political spectrum (the fact that there's only two sides to our political spectrum: another thing that turns my stomach).

So, it's done. I'm cut off. I'm sure I'm going to come across as this generation's version of one of those insufferable "I don't have a TV" people, but it's strangely freeing. I feel...unleashed, in a way, not beholden to that little "f" icon on my phone or tab on my browser. Will I miss it?

I don't know that there was anything left to miss.

aesthete49 Jan 29 · Comments: 4
aesthete49
Hey! Psssssst. Over here.

I know what you need. I can see it, plain as day. Ohhh, I was there, my friend: hungry, desperate, *needing* that fix. I'd found a whole new world (every moment red-letter) of people with my kink, full of sexy people who could finally, finally fulfill that fantasy that I'd carried around for so long. I'd simply find the sexiest, dommiest hypnotist I could and beg her to trance me, to add me to the harem of mindless sex slaves that she surely possessed. And there, with my eyes blank, mind empty, and cock hard, devoted to the service of my mistress, I would finally be happy.

Yeah, see that? Nodding your head? Since you're down here, slummin' it with me, I guess you've figured out that's not how it works. See, those sexy tists you want so badly? They're busy. They're choosy. They have their pick of the litter, because the people like us -- the trance-seekers, the sleep-for-me-junkies, the wannabe-hypnoslaves -- we're a dime a dozen. Less! But that doesn't stop us, ohhhh, no. We're persistent. WE'RE special, you and me, ain't we, friend? Yeah, that's right.

Only it's not, and now we've pissed off our first target and ended up on a block list. Not a good start, no, not at all. But hey, it's fine! There are plenty of tists in the sea. Let's move on to the second-sexiest and...

No, no, no, my friend. Let me stop you right there. You're doin' it wrong, see? You gotta change your *method,* right? And you need a teacher. Now, I don't wanna brag, but I've been tranced once or twice myself. It's pretty good, pretty good. If you look close, you can still see the spirals in me eyeballs, can'tcha? Ahhhh, but there's a trick to it. The "method" I mentioned earlier. It's a devious one, but it works. And I like you, friend! I'm gonna share it with ya. Come a little closer. Let's keep this between us, right?

See, this "method," it's based around the idea that this place we're in, it's a community. People communicate in it. Tists, subjects, men, women, genderfluids, dominants, submissives -- takes all types to make our little world, don't it? I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, mate: you have value. Yeah! You! You bring something to the table that nobody else in this community's got. Maybe you have some legal knowledge. Maybe you can paint like Mozart. Maybe your granny's got the best home remedy for the common cold on the planet. Think about it. Really think what you can bring to this community to make it a little brighter, a little more vibrant, a bit more interesting. Got it? Good. Step One of "The Method" is done. You're a champ at this, friend! Gonna be drownin' in swinging pendants in no time flat.

Okay, ready for Step Two? Here it is: *share* your special thing. Awwww, jeez, no, not THAT special thing! The one you figured out in Step One, mate! Blood and thunder, nobody wants to see THAT special thing yet. That'll come later, but for now, share granny's cold remedy. Answer questions. Start a home remedies group. Communicate with the community, y'know? Just DON'T TALK TRANCE WHILE YOU DO IT! It's cold and flu season; hit up that chat room on the right side of your screen. Somebody's home sick with the sniffles, drinkin' hot tea and complainin' in the chat room, sure as sun will rise. Maybe it's a sexy tist! Maybe a little snotty now, but sure, sexy. And send gran-gran a card, cause now sexy-snotty tist is less snotty and very grateful to you. You can already feel yourself sinking into his eyes and words, can't ya? Well, wake up, friend, cause your work ain't done.

It's time for Step Three. Once you've done the "communicate with the community" thing enough and you got your sexy-maybe-snotty tist on the hook, it's time to reel 'em in with that most insidious and manipulative of techniques: friendship. Yeah, that's right. Talk with 'em, ask 'em how their day was. Take a genuine interest in them, as people, beyond just trance partners. Be patient. You seem like a smart one; you know that theory about the "mere-exposure effect?" Just sayin' hi and havin' a short chat on the regular gets them likin' you more and more. And hey, we're on a hypno-fetish site, right? Trance is gonna come up, sooner or later. Let them bring it up. Friend, you're so close now. Don't blow it. Don't go back to bein' the person you were, beggin' anyone and everyone for a trance. Just talk about it. Ask questions if they seem like the knowin'-things sort. A little light flirtin' (LIGHT, friend! Don't be creepy about it and keep your "special thing" covered up!) never hurt, either. Walk 'em down the road, gently-like, you master manipulator, you. And if they don't wanna trance you right now, be cool. Thank 'em for the consideration and don't bring it up again. Let your old buddy, mere-exposure, bring 'em on back. Be patient, talk about non-trance things that you care about and they care about, give it time, and the deal will close itself.

Badabing, badaboom, "The Method." Now you got a new sexy-tist friend, and life is lookin' good. No need to thank me, friend -- just don't cut and run soon as you get what you want, eh? Be a friend first and a subject second. You'd be surprised how easy it is to go real deep for someone you've built a bond with. And usin' people is shitty, and you don't seem like the shitty type to me!

Go get 'em, tiger. Build your community, make friends, get tranced. It's win/win, and whaddaya got to lose?

aesthete49 Jan 29 · Rate: 4
MisterMarlon
Next I with to talk to you about indicators of trance that most people experience to some degree or other. I will go from what us usually experienced at the beginning of trance to what commonly happens at a trance's end. You may have experienced some or all of them to a degree or other while others you may be looking forward to or wish to avoid in your future trance experiences.

I Shall begin the descriptions now.

One of the first effects and best ways to prepare for and invite a trance is to get comfortable and relax. Have a sense of expectancy of something happening while allowing yourself to not know, expect, or desire any specific thing to happen. This will tend to slow the pulse and heart rate. Facial muscles smooth and relax and a different quality can often be heard in the voice at this point. Many of the reflexes will diminish including blinking, pupil dilation, respiration rate, swallowing and even the startle reflex. The eyelids often feel heavy and close and the body becomes immobile with a subjective feeling of being distanced or dissociated, "Floating free" of the body. A balanced tonicity of the muscles can occur where everything feels relaxed but able to hold position, for example the arm being places in an unsupported upright position. An arm in balanced tonicity can stay there for a very long period of time with no feeling of strain or fatigue or effort. An economy of movement can be observed, which combined with a time lag in motor and conceptual reasoning, can make someone in deep trance seem ungainly or even a bit clumsy at first as it sometimes feels as if the body is being truly felt and used for the first time. Usually this passes with experience of being in this state.

Mentally, changes will be happening too. Autonomous ideations and inner experiences will come from the unconscious mind to the conscious mind with a distinct feeling of I did not create or source those, they came from somewhere else than what I have previously considered "me". A seeming objective and impersonal aspect becomes more pronounced. A response attentiveness or active waiting for a response or to a response extends in depth and duration. Sensory changes, some impressions fading while others becoming more pronounced is fairly common and can even change between or during trance experiences. Body changes too, tensions, quiverings, relaxations, sections or parts disappearing or coming to the forefront of awareness. The perceived size of self may expand way beyond the body's previously perceived boundaries or shrinking to the smallest speck located somewhere inside is not uncommon.

Where the body and mind interact can provide for the most interesting of hypnotic phenomena. Psychosomatic or bodily responses to outside and internal communication or thoughts with an increase of literalism, the following of ideas and suggestions very closely and exactly. Other expected hypnotic phenomena include:

Amnesia - not having direct access to memory of what transpires during trance.

Anesthesia - Parts of the whole body lose feeling, particularly uncomfortable feelings like pain.

Body Illusions - felt senses of the body that cannot literally be true but seem true at the time. (Transformations, perceptions of size, etc)

Regression - Experiencing oneself as if at a younger age.

Time Distortion - Expansion when a small amount of time seems sometimes significantly longer or contraction where a long amount of time seems shorter.

At coming back to normal consciousness after a trance, there is usually a body re-orientation, getting comfortable with sensing the body as one normally does after possibly sensing it in very different ways during a trance session. Another aspect to look forward to is that after waking from most trance experiences, you usually feel good as if waking from a restful sleep, and often looking forward to another opportunity to feel similarly good.

MisterMarlon Jan 29 · Rate: 4
Chewtoy
"That's not a very accurate way to measure it."

The two naked men, hands on their erect penises, turned to the man walking over to them, who was unbuckling the belt over his tight black jeans as he spoke.

"What do you mean?" the dark-haired one said. "It has to go from the base, right? Right *here*..." He gestured with the ruler in his other hand, then seated it firmly against the base of his cock, on top of it, so that his shaft curved down a little and away from the ruler, then back up to touch it a little further along.

"Well, yes," said the newcomer, his own cock out now. He stroked his shaft as he talked, his member gradually stiffening. "But there's this curvature, right?" He gestured with his free hand, marking out the length of the dark-haired man's erection with his hand but not quite touching it. "That makes the numbers come out looking shorter than it actually is. I measure using a sewing tape measure, so I can line the tape up along the shaft, taking the curve into account. Then you can also measure the circumference, which some people think is more important anyway." Fully hard now, he demonstrated with a tape measure drawn from his pocket, laying it loosely on top of his rod.

"Yeah, I think it's hard to keep the tape against your shaft, though," said the third man, who hadn't spoken yet. "That's why when I measure for actual inches, I hold it in place with cock rings. It looks really stylish that way, too." From a table nearby he picked up a series of black rubber rings and another tape measure, laid the tape along his own dick, and started slipping the rings on top of it to hold it there. The rings slowly tapered in size slightly, starting with the widest at the base.

A man frozen in the doorway across the room turned to a woman sitting casually in a chair in the corner, smirking. "Are they... having a dick-size contest *about how to measure the size of their dicks*?"

"Yes," the woman said happily.

"Okay... I *know* this is your fault somehow."

"I have no idea what you mean," the woman grinned.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, all three of those guys are usually the hettest of domly-doms, and would normally never go near each other's dicks. Don't get me wrong-- they'd never let *me* near their dicks either, and they're all pretty hot so I'm totally enjoying the show. Kudos! But you *are* the only hypnotist at this party."

She turned towards him, still grinning from ear to ear. "Young man! Are you suggesting that I might have *done* something to them? Why, that would be completely unethical. And anyway, you can't use hypnosis to make someone do something they don't want to do."

"Uh huh."

They both turned back to watch the scene. All three men were now alternating stroking their cocks and holding them against each other, gesturing animatedly.

A few moments went by.

"I might have had a conversation with them about how to think about the problem of penis size measurement."

"Uh huh."

"They seemed very amenable to thinking how I suggested."

"*Really*."

Another pause.

"You want to go over there and be part of that, don't you?" she said tolerantly.

He looked down, sheepish.

"Go on, then. I have a feeling they'll be amenable to that, too."

He looked at her in surprise.

"A very *strong* feeling." She winked.

He scampered across the room, unbuckling his pants as he went.

PocketwatchMaster
So this session is to get you open to hypnosis and is safe for work even if you would like to try let me know how it makes you feel =3 read on slowly in a relaxed position~ Before you start reading make sure you are completely comfortable and any tight clothing or jewelry is removed as well You Are about to be Hypnotized so make sure there are No Distractions and that You can Read Uninterrupted Now It is time to start Now I want you to find a nice comfy soft spot in your chair where you can easily relax as You Continue To Read My Words I want you to start taking a nice deep breath in through your nose and exhale out slowly out through your mouth. Continue breathing nice deep breaths ... in through your nose... exhale as slowly as you inhaled as you read at your comfortable pace and you focus on my words completely.. You find as you read, your eyes Following Every Word.. that your body starts to relax as you continue to read You start to feel so heavy so calm...So Relaxed a warm relaxing feeling starts spreading through your body starting at your toes... and slowly working its way up your body with Each Word You Read This Relaxation Grows stronger Still Breathing Deeply Focusing now on your feet feeling a gentle massage that relaxes them completely.. this relaxing feeling moves slowly up your legs.. making them feel so Heavy.. so stiff..Not Wanting To Move Not Needing To Move... Continue inhaling and exhaling slowly at your comfortable pace, in your relaxing, comfy spot in your chair as you Focus Completely On My Words. You feel calmer and can relax easier now that the tension built up in your legs and feet have completely vanished from your body. Now That Your Legs Are Completely Relaxed this warm relaxing feeling slowly Spreads to your torso, releasing all the tension and stress you may have... Feeling So Happy Now.. so relaxed the gentle happiness of butterflies in your tummy fills your body with relaxation making it easier to Just Follow My Words... Feeling so Relaxed with Each Breath.. With Each word you read... that warm happiness spreads now to your chest... Making it So easy to just Breathe in... and out.. each breath.. taking you one step deeper into relaxation.. One step deeper into a peaceful Relaxing state of Hypnosis One step.. into a deep sleep.. Each breath removes any stress... any worry.. any negative feeling you may have.. Replacing them with Happiness and Deep Relaxation.... Feeling So Good.. So Happy .. So Safe.. That warm relaxing feeling spreads to your neck and shoulders now... You feel a very gentle relaxing massage.. removing any tension any stress.. calming you... relaxing you... Your Body Feels So Heavy...So Relaxed As this warm relaxing feeling spreads... You start to Feel Sleepy.. Blinking More Reading Each Word... It Feels So Good to Let This Relaxation Spread... This Warm Relaxing feeling now spreads to your arms.. all the way down to your finger tips Feeling so heavy... so calm so relaxed... Your entire body is so relaxed... so heavy.. so peaceful... So Sleepy Finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open... Every Time You Blink You Feel 10x More Relaxed.. That Warm Relaxing Feeling now moving to your eyes and face... your mouth... your eyes.. your forehead.. your entire face is so relaxed.. So calm... It becomes harder and harder to keep your eyes open... but you Need To Follow My Every Word... Every Time You Blink You Fall 10x deeper into Hypnosis... That Warm Relaxation now seeps gently into your mind... Making any stray thoughts disappear.. filling you with a feeling of bliss.. Just allowing the warm feeling in.. makes you feel so happy.. so peaceful.. letting go of any thoughts. any stress and just letting My Words Fill Your Mind.. Now that You Are Completely Relaxed... Imagine now.. A beautiful staircase.. and a Beautiful crimson red carpet under your bare feet... an Intoxicating aroma in the air and a brass banister under your hand.. At the bottom of this stair case.. you see a warm.. relaxing bed drawing you in... Just looking at it relaxes you... makes you feel so sleepy... there are 10 steps down towards this bed.. to this beautiful relaxing bed... As I count down from 10 to 1.. Each Step Brings you Closer To Sleep.. To a Deep State of Hypnosis... 10.. Each Step Relaxes you.....makes you feel so sleepy 9... Descending down the stairs feeling so tired.. 8... finding your eyes so hard to keep open.. feeling so sleepy.. 7.. knowing When You climb into that Bed... you will instantly Sleep 6.... So Easy To Follow Every Word Without Thinking... 5... Not Needing to think.. Not Wanting to think... 4... Almost there.. Feeling 100x more Relaxed that before.. 3... When I say the number one.. you will instantly fall asleep... 2... Ready to Fall deeply into hypnosis...with your eyes open reading still.. 1 SLEEP deeply deeply asleep.. your eyes still following.. You can feel your mind slowly drift away... safely and your sub conscious mind still listening... Feel this deep relaxing trance.. your mind is empty... clear.. clean.. It Feels so good.. so peaceful.. You Can Return to this state anytime you like....It is Easier and Easier each time you try... but for now.. when i count form 1 to 3 you will be wide awake and feeling amazing.. 1 2 3.. wide awake
PocketwatchMaster Jan 25 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 10
SPtist
This post contains hypnotic language and an induction. It also contains a post-hypnotic suggestion to contact me and repeat a phrase letting me know you enjoyed it. Do not read further if this is unwelcome to you, or if you are not in a situation to allow you to relax deeply now. Hypnosis is of course natural. Like sex, like lust. Like sleep. Natural, relaxed. It seems like magic, a few words and someone slips deeply into a trance and relaxes and obeys. But there is nothing magical about it, it is all within all of us, the need to obey. The need to focus our thoughts, and our mind. To allow everything to fade and concentrate on one particular thing. It’s what helps us do well in school, or at work. To focus and study. To focus all of our attention on one thing. Sometimes it’s sex. An arousal that grows as we consider something we find arousing and each breath seems to build and heighten that feeling. Of arousal, and focus. It’s easy to focus on something you find sexy. A picture of a woman, sexy and submissive. The thought of being hypnotized, slipping deeper into your mind. If you’re here you’re familiar with the tropes of hypnosis. The spinning eyes of Kaa, the swinging watch. The heavy feelings warm and relaxed enveloping your body like a wave on a beach. How each breath in and out relaxes you, how my words relax you. That is all theater of course. Our minds associate those things with relaxing deeply, sinking down and obeying. But really hypnosis is natural, focusing is natural. It is natural to obey. It is natural to sink deeply and go into hypnosis. Now those things help you focus on hypnosis, bring hypnosis to your mind and perhaps arouse you because you associate them with obeying, relaxing and dropping down into a deeply wonderful trance now. It is our minds that obey perfectly. It’s your mind that’s helping to hypnotize you deeply now. You clicked on ‘Read More’ and you wanted to sleep deeply, wanted to sink down. It was your mind that wanted to naturally allow yourself to let go and obey. Kaa and the pocket watch and sleeping deeply can help guide you down but it is your mind that is helping you now to imagine that you are focused and relaxed. Focused and sinking. Focused and hypnotizing yourself with my words. Until there is only my words and the other things your arousal, the sexy woman at the top, the tropes of hypnosis and your will all fade away. Until there is just text on the screen and your blank empty mind. Like words spoken into your ear as a whisper by a hypnotist on stage. My words are your thoughts now. And as you read you allow them to guide you more deeply down. Into natural hypnosis. Into natural obedience. It’s natural to obey me. Obey me. Obey. Your mind wanted to sink. Wanted to obey. It feels erotic and good. Horny and submissive. When I count to five you will awaken. When you awaken you will want to contact me either through messaging me, reblogging this post or email at [email protected] You will want to tell me “Being hypnotized is natural”. And if you see me answer in chat with the words "Naturally Hypnotized" you will drop back into an even deeper trance, Typing "Ready to Obey" and awaiting commands It is natural. When you have done this you will feel a wave of wonderful satisfaction. Wonderful complete satisfaction at how natural hypnosis is. And on five awaken fully. Wonderfully, feeling refreshed and rested. 1 2 Feeling so good 3 Aroused and happy 4 5 Awaken now and obey.
SPtist Jan 25 · Rate: 4 · Tags: hypnosis, hypnosis , induction
Toymaster17
I've always been fascinated by the link between hypnosis and the occult. I find there are two distinct schools of thought on hypnosis--the idea that hypnosis is a purely scientific process involving the interaction with and manipulation of the subconscious mind and the idea that hypnosis is a mystical process that connects the energies of the hypnotist and the subject, or perhaps even connects their energies to some supreme energy in the universe. We all fall somewhere on that spectrum, I think, and our experiences can shift that position fairly regularly. I notice people who are hypnosis enthusiasts often seem to also have an interest in the occult, but that doesn't always mean that they believe there's a connection--it might just mean that they have a curious mind, much like the people for whom erotic hypnosis is one of many fetishes. Of course, just like in the fetish example, there is a natural tendency to want to combine interests, even if they aren't necessarily meant to be. As you can probably guess, I'm one of those curious folks who has an interest in just about everything. On the spectrum of hypnosis, I fall more toward the scientific side, but I keep an open mind. And like those open-minded curious people I've alluded to above, I'm guilty of crossing the line and trying to force hypnosis to be an occult experience. The particular example I'm thinking of happened decades ago, when I was playing around with self hypnosis and enthralled with the idea of astral projection. I put myself into a deep trance, deeper than I'd ever gone before, and I envisioned myself floating, rising out of my body and looking down. I saw myself, clearly, passed through my roof and flew out into the neighborhood. I travelled miles in seconds, really enjoyed the experience and then came back to my home, where I saw a friends car pulling into the driveway. I was not expecting a visitor. I came back to my body, woke myself from hypnosis and went to my front door just in time to hear the knock--my friend was there! At the time, I had no doubt that I had projected. Looking back, it could have been coincidence, it could have been me subconsciously recognizing the sound of the engine, or it could have been that I remembered it differently than it actually happened (hypnosis can be funny that way). Still, it's enough to put that doubt in my mind that does not allow me to rule out the possibility that there is an occult capability embedded somehwere within the acrt of hypnosis, even if it isn't necessarily an occult act in and of itself. For others, though, it is an occult act. The act of trancing can be similar to certain rituals of Wiccans and Native American tribal practices. Many occultists, right or wrong, are seen as being wanton, sexual beings with few sexual limits. Boy, that doesn't sound like any of us who are into erotic hypnosis, does it? Anyway, I don't claim to have an answer and I would never presume to judge if someone feels that there is or is not something more to hypnosis than a scientific process. Maybe I'm just stating the obvious, but I find the link fascinating and it is one of the many aspects of hypnosis I'm trying to learn more about, bith here and elsewhere.
Hypnoswitch479
I wake up from the sullen emptiness of sleep with a sharp pain in my side. Disoriented I try to make sense of my surroundings. I'm in a black room with a tv screen facing directly towards me, I feel a unwelcome intrusion as I have a dildo inside. I try to scream but all that comes out are muffled grunts from the gag I have. I try to get up but I am tightly strapped to a chair. After struggling for a bit I feel soft hand caress my neck, sliding sharp fingernails against my tender bits. I freeze up at the sudden feelings of vulnerability as the unseen girl holds all the power over me. The screen lights up and she whispers in my ear watch and obey. The screen is showing a flurry of erotic images with attached texts. Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is submission, submission is obedience. I try to look away but my head is bound. You will submit to your mistress, you will relax and obey. My mistress no the girl leans over me. I see a figure hugging corset which shows her gorgeous breasts. Her face has dark smoldering makeup and her hair in vibrant blue. She flicks a switch and dildo starts to vibrate painfully in my rectum. I watch the screen, you love watching the screen, you love being fucked. It turns you on so much. I am so turned, I should obey. No that's what she wants, have to fight it, you are helpless to resist watching. No have to think of a way out, so hard to think I should relax, just for a few minutes. Such nice images, the messages are so easy to read and I can sit back and enjoy the vibrations. What was I planning on doing, ah obey my mistress no that's not it, it was something else, I should submit. I must resist, wait that was it, don't resist, no there has to be some way out, just think, so hard to think. No I will resist, in defiance I close my eyes to the screen. I should watch the screen it makes me happy. No that is just what she wants you to think. It's so much easier to resist now but I need to find a more permanent solution but if I look at the screen I may not be able to look away again. I feel mistresses hot breadth next to my ear, "you are being bad boy, you should look at the screen". My mistress orders must be obeyed. I scrunch up my eyes to escape the guilt and shame of not obeying mistress, no she is not my mistress I don't need to obey. I don't want to be a bad boy, I should be punished. She tuts at my resolve and switches the dildo onto high. So much pleasure my cocks jumps to attention as It starts to simulate my prostate. I am wrapped between feelings of pleasure, the desire to look at the screen and my determination to not submit. I can do it, I'm not powerless I can resist the screen, there is nothing she can do more to make me look. I feel a sharp pain in my side, it some sort of cattle prod mistress is holding. I see her smile and suddenly realizes my mistake as she steps out of my vision and there is the screen. I must look at the screen
Hypnoswitch479 Jan 24 · Rate: 4 · Comments: 2
MisterMarlon
In my talks with you I sometimes

Will tend to use Anecdotes

Small stories about an interest

An incident or event ,

This does many things:

The unconscious mind is always alert to stories since it knows they are all about it

Our shared understanding and experience through the story builds rapport

In our identification with the story, it will inevitably make a point, illustrate a view

Solutions may be suggested by the telling or come spontaneously at any time

They give the opportunity for us to become aware of these things transpiring

To seed the mind with the ideas inherent and those developing within the story

To increase motivation

To imbed suggestions

To decrease resistance

To teach reframing or redefinition of an experience

And to exert influence on your experience and on our relationship

To induce a partner to trance, often a disruption of normal patterns of behavior

Is a good first step

Another or next, is utilizing what is given, this can be an entirely new direction which might be an opportunity to accomplish things that would be too considered much work otherwise.

Wind and Sun were having an argument over who was stronger than the other.

They finally decided to have a contest to see who actually was.

Along came a person dressed for the cold weather with coat, hat, gloves and scarf.

They agreed whomever was strongest should be able to make the person lose their overclothes.

Wind went first. He howled and blew his coldest and harshest gale, but the person just huddled in their warm clothes clutching them all the tighter. Wind blew himself into exhaustion.

Then it was Sun's turn. He came out in all his glory, brightened the day and warmed the air

Until the person took all the not hot clothes off to enjoy the day.

I have heard it said hypnosis is sometimes like talking to the wall so the door will listen.

Anecdotes are almost always

Non-Threatening - and I certainly dont think any threat is going to help us establish rapport

They are engaging - very few things are more interesting to us than stories and thoughts about us

They foster independence - everyone gets to find their own meaning and even take a story on as one's own

They bypass natural resistance - everyone loves a good story, perhaps only dreams are more engaging

They model Flexibility and Creativity - stories can change at the whim of the story teller. Every time is new

They create confusion - stories can change at the whim of the storyteller and is new every time. Even within familiarity They assign tags within the memory and make it memorable, our stories often always reference other stories

Stories within stories is an excellent metaphor and lead in for a satifyingly deep hypnotic trance

MisterMarlon Jan 23 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
MisterMarlon
I would like to go over the first five of many domains of the unconscious mind.

It is my hope the list inspires you to learn and explore more.

(1) Engineering the storage and retrieval of memories - All of the things that you've experienced from the past that you are able to recall, and likely even more you probably cannot, when you are not recalling them, are stored in your unconscious mind. This points us toward the conclusion that the unconscious mind can and does handle many, many times more information than our conscious minds can. It has been likened to an iceberg floating in the sea with only 10% showing above the surface (our conscious minds) and 90% hidden beneath the surface (our unconscious minds). What is the sea itself? Perhaps an even deeper and all encompassing aspect of our selves we remain even more unconscious of that supports our individual unconscious and conscious minds.

(2)Organizes our memories, both holding close to conscious awareness memories and associations that are consistent and supportive of our currents views and narratives and holding further away from awareness information that is unimportant or counters our beliefs about ourselves. A reasonable rule of thumb is the further it runs counter to our beliefs about ourselves the further it will be from the conscious mind.

(3)The unconscious mind is where emotions are created and maintained. We have limited control over our emotions through conscious willpower and focus, but, like water, often the harder we try to grasp and control our emotions the more finds its way out through cracks and unforeseen weaknesses, sometimes at high pressures. I have often thought and mostly experienced more satisfaction and safety in looking for appropriate ways to express emotion rather than seek ways to better supress them.

(4) When you combine the first three abilities of the unconscious mind, the storage and organization of memories and the origin and maintenance of emotional realities, you can see a few to many of the ways the unconscious mind protects the conscious mind by repressing or holding further away from conscious awareness memories with unresolved negative emotions in such a way as to make the memories and associated emotions temporarily unavailable or blunted in your conscious mind's experience. This temporary may be minutes or decades long and it is beyond the scope of this series to help you deal with negative emotions and memories, that may have been intruding on your conscious life previously or in conjunction with listening to our time together. Only a licensed therapist or hypnotherapist can help deal with issues too great to individually handle and only you and your unconscious mind can know where that threshold is. If you feel that boundary is exceeded, I encourage you to stop this series and seek out professional help to deal with unresolved issues before you continue this or other methods of internal exploration. Remember your unconscious mind protects your conscious mind. Assist it continuing to do so by respecting your limits, strengths and intuitions. You can and will know when things are becoming too much and you may stop any time you wish to make yourself more safe.

(5) Another way our unconscious mind protects us is to present repressed material and memories to allow the emotions to be released and the information to be processed and integrated into the personal narrative and awareness. It can take a lot of energy to keep things repressed and once our minds are capable of dealing with repressed material it often will manifest and even begin processing without our knowing precisely how or why in dreams, phobias, attractions, art, etc. These are all ways we can go through unconscious material metaphorically without literally knowing precisely why. This is ultimately a good thing, despite being difficult at times because the energy that was being used to repress and dissociate from painful experiences and emotions can now be put to an even more positive use. Again, if this process comes up and to an extent that it interferes with normal living, it is suggested that one stops this series and gains professional help and guidance before continuing. We all have our limits of what we can handle and it is not the purpose of these talks to even come close to those limits. Our unconscious mind protects our conscious mind.

Quinntillion
As you read this you will drop deeper Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Deeper and deeper Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Mind opening to my trance more and more Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Deeper and deeper Mind opening more and more Deeper and deeper Your mind is now fifty times deeper So very deep So very deep So very deep Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Just pure pleasure and bliss in your mind The deeper you slip the more pleasure you will feel Pleasure in each and every word Pulling you deeper and deeper Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state The pleasure from my words so intense The bliss you feel so calming and relaxing My words deeper pumping still Deeper and deeper you slip Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Now think about wanting only to drop Needing to drop and slip into a deep sleep Regulate your breathing Breathing in...And...Out...slowly Focusing only on going into a deep sleep You want to slip down into a relaxing trance Feel every part of your body Slowly losing the battle to relaxation Your feet start to tingle And feel heavy Feel this heaviness travel up your body Your legs becoming loose You feel the relaxation still crawling up your body Focus On my words My words guide you On your journey to relaxation Complete and utter relaxation Feel your torso now becoming weak and relaxed Your chest heavier Now going up Into your shoulders Falling back into your chair Your whole self Sinking into comfort Your whole body In a state of bliss Unable to move Not wanting to move It feels so good Everything blocked out Only my words to focus on You must focus on my words They're the words that comfort you Bring you every time to this state Every time you read my words You achieve this state of relaxation You crave to read them Because they send you deeper and deeper Into a trance So relaxing, aren't they? Each of my words pulling you downward Into the deep Comfortable Hole of relaxation You feel it all over So needy for my words to take hold of you Eager to follow any suggestions I give You are eager to obey me Waiting for my words Reading my words Focusing So easy to focus on my words Now so deeply relaxed You want to go even deeper now. I am going to count you down now You will follow the numbers Let My words take you down so deep 5 4 3 2 1 So sleepy now Unaware of anything but my words which guide you Nothing else matters But slipping under for me I guide your sleepy heavy body and mind My words took you there Always follow my words Nothing else matters But slipping under for me Whenever you see me use the phrase "dreamtime" Whenever you're sure it's me, Quinn And I tell you it's "dreamtime" You become just as relaxed as you are now Just as eager to follow That's right Following when it's "dreamtime" Now I will awaken you on the count of five when you awaken you will remember whatever you wish to remember from the trance. Feel so relaxed and refreshed. Awaken on the count of five 1 2 3 4 5 Now please if you would not mind commenting what you thought of the experience. How you felt and what all you can remember. Thank you for reading
Quinntillion Jan 21 · Comments: 1
aesthete49
I have had a little experience with professional Domme videos. I've amassed a bit of a collection on Niteflirt, have spent many nights perusing Youtube and other video sites, and have indulged myself now and again in an actual purchase or two. Most recently, I noticed Rivernixie posting to the front page here and Hypwatch, and eventually curiosity got the better of me and I followed her down the rabbit hole.

River's style is unique among those I've seen. It's very much a guided meditation, magical realism sort of induction, with videos focusing on her pendant and nicely ample breasts. For a visual fixation junkie like myself, it works wonders: her imagery is on point, her breasts are beautiful, and she certainly knows how to work a pendulum. There are hints and traces of faerie-like mythology in her inductions, with an emphasis on nature and running away to play with her, but the themes don't overwhelm or distract from the trance itself. Her trances do tend to be on the lighter side -- there are only a couple files available on her site that go very deep, but most of them make for a very pleasurable 5-10 minute trance. Aside from the view of her (again, amazingly lovely) breasts, there isn't a whole lot of sexuality to be had; it's mostly just a very gentle, possessive, stare-and-relax trance.

If you're interested (and I really do encourage you to be), I recommend starting with the $6, 6-ish minute "Sixty Seconds" video. It's a very simply structured setup and countdown with plenty of pendulum and breast fixation, and I found it to be quite effective. It gives you a good idea of her style without too much investment from the get-go, and I've found it to be one of the most consistently pleasing videos I've purchased from her (it works nicely with my short attention span and get-to-the-point attitude towards trances in general).

River's a breath of fresh air in a crowded and somewhat overdone hypnodomme scene. There's no commercial pushing in her videos (nothing breaks a good trance quite like "watch more of my videos and buy things from my store"), and her trances are pleasurable and inviting without being overly domineering or aggressive. She's a wonderful getaway from the world at a reasonable price point, and I highly recommend her and will be keeping an eye on her work in the future. If you are interested, find her oeuvre of clips at http://clips4sale.com/river-nixie/ or visit her tumblr at http://rivernixie.tumblr.com/

aesthete49 Jan 21 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
sleepingirl
https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks/two-hyp-chicks-podcast-episode-17-three-hyp-chicks-star-wars-special In which we invite a dear friend of ours (ZanyM) onto the show to discuss something we all love and love to pervert with hypnosis (and how): STAR WARS! This is a special extended episode! This podcast contains SPOILERS for all of the franchise! -- Zanym (or Morgan) helps to run the NYC TES Hypnokink group. Zanym is pansexual and genderfluid and is collector of experiences. She teaches classes, writes smut, records audios and is a rope lover. Morgan offers private hypnosis sessions online, as well as private in person rope lessons, bodywork, and hypnosis for a fee. She is available to teach classes for private groups as well as conventions. She can be contacted at [email protected] Her writing can be found at http://zanythoughts.tumblr.com. If you’d like to support her patreon for awesome and often personalized rewards that link is http://www.patreon.com/zany. -- Want to listen to sleepingirl and cckitten get drunk and talk about hypnosis and kink, and do some trance? Of course you do! Join us for our 20-30 minute podcast and get a nice look into our usual nightly chats about D/s, brainwashing, you know, our usual stuff! Now formalized for your listening enjoyment! Updates EVERY OTHER FRIDAY! -- Older, archived podcasts available on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCE_ITVeDFTyRqReA8gQl_Gg Two Hyp Chicks Soundcloud stream (stay up to date on our podcasts as they come out weekly): https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks RSS feed link: http://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:190148164/sounds.rss sleepingirl's tumblr: http://h-sleepingirl.tumblr.com/
Chewtoy
"Doesn't kidnapping usually involve some kind of... threat, or force, or something?"

The two other people sitting at her table blinked, as if surprised to hear her speak, and stopped their conversation to turn and look at her.

The woman smiled.  "Glad to see you're back with us.  But no, who said anything about kidnapping?  Aren't you here by  choice?"

"No!" she said firmly.  She looked around.

She hadn't until that moment really taken in where she was; but now that she was looking, it seemed to be some sort of seedy strip club.  There were other customers distributed throughout the room, but none very close to the tiny table next to the stage where the three of them sat.  Up on stage, a voluptuous woman with eyes half-closed, a dreamy look on her face, was grinding her hips absentmindedly to the slinky music, while holding her ample breasts to her chest with one arm and unclasping her bra with the other.  The only other things she was wearing were matching panties, earrings, and a slim, pretty charm bracelet.

She definitely did not want to be here.  Ugh.  "How the Hell did I even get here?  No, I do not want to be here."

"Then what's stopping you from walking out?" the woman asked, with another smile.  Her smile had an edge to it, as if she were hiding some secret.  For that matter, the man's expression looked eerily similar.

She considered.  Nothing was stopping her from getting up and walking out.  She was fully dressed and still wearing her coat; she could feel her wallet and cell phone in the coat pockets.  Her two... abductors, or whatever they were, were not threatening her or looking aggressive in any way; both sat back in their chairs with looks of smug, condescending confidence.  The exit door was clearly labeled on the far side of the room; other than threading between a few empty tables, nothing was between her and the door.  Nobody else in the strip club seemed to be even looking their way.

That wasn't quite true.  As she was thinking, a waitress came up behind her.  "Can I get you anything?" she asked the table at large.

"I'll have a bourbon on the rocks," the woman said.  "Makers is fine."

"I'll have a vodka martini," the man said with a smirk.  "And she'll have a Deep and Dreamless Sleep."

---

"Why would you even kidnap someone and take them to a strip club?" she asked indignantly.

The woman smiled at her.  "Welcome back," she said indulgently.

"I'm serious!" she said.  A wave of her hand took in the whole of the dimly lit dive.  On stage, another young woman with straight honey-blonde hair a little longer than a pageboy cut was dreamily bumping and grinding while slowly leaving her clothes in a pile.  Her shirt and bra were off, but she was still wearing a miniskirt and stockings.  And another slim silver charm bracelet.

"I thought you wanted to be here, since you've stayed so far," the woman said.

She looked towards the exit.  Her eyes didn't seem to find the sign right away, but she knew it was over just past the bar.  There were only a few tables between her and there, not really very much in the way.  She could just get up and walk out.

In a moment, she'd do exactly that.  She was fully dressed and still wearing her coat, and she still had her wallet and phone.  Nothing was stopping her.

She looked towards the stage.  The young performer's eyes were fluttering as if they were trying to close, or trying to open, as she wriggled out of her miniskirt and dropped it on the raised floor beside the stripper pole.

She was actually quite pretty.  But there was no reason to stay and watch this. "This is definitely not my scene," she said.

The other two at the table laughed at that.  "Oh, I think this is exactly and entirely, your scene," the woman said.

"And do you know what happens next in your scene?" the man said.

---

"Why did you even bring me here?"

The woman put down her finished drink.  "Hey, look who's back with us."

"Oh, hi again!" said the man, gesturing with his own nearly-empty martini glass.  "You're really missing most of the show."  He balled up some bills and tossed them into the pile of clothing next to the woman on stage, a petite brunette who had just gotten down to just her flowery panties and another slim silver charm bracelet.  She was bent over, showing the audience her ass.  She didn't react to the money landing in her shirt.

"I'm serious!"  She looked around.  She didn't see the exit sign and couldn't quite remember which direction it should be in, but she was still seriously thinking about walking out.  She should just get up and do it.

"I'm not sure what you mean," said the woman.  "Do you remember us bringing you here?"  She turned to the man.  "Do you remember bringing her here?"

The man shrugged.

"No, I-- you drugged me or something, I don't remember, but I wouldn't come here on my own!"

"What's stopping you from leaving?" the woman asked.

"I... nothing, I don't know!  But I keep not doing it!"

"Why do you think that is?" The woman was smiling that infuriating smile again.

"You... did something to me!"

"Who, me?" smiled the woman.  "Us?"  The man smiled as well.

"Yes, you!"

The woman smirked more, if possible.  "How about this.  When you think about getting up and leaving, just standing up right now and walking out, is there some other feeling that stops you?  And if so, where is that feeling located?"

She thought hard about it.  Imagined standing up, and walking out... somewhere. For now just standing up.  Her legs sliding a little further under the chair to be directly under her, then straightening, her hands pushing the chair back...

She felt an almost physical tug on her right wrist.  Not looking yet, she experimented, thinking about different variations of standing up and walking away.

A tug on her right wrist, every time.  Like she was chained in place.

She looked down.  There around her wrist was a slim, silver charm bracelet.  The single charm hanging off of it looked like a tiny silver pocket watch.

"Oh," she said, staring at it.  Something about the sight made the world seem... quiet.  Distant.  Unimportant.  Faded.

Before she realized it, her arm had begun to lift.  Raising up in the air, responding to a tug she could *feel*, as if she were manacled to the ceiling and the chain was being drawn back, pulled on, lifting her wrist upwards.  It was at eye level, and her eyes were irresistibly fixated on that bracelet, that tiny pocket watch charm.

The world slipped further away, and she scarcely noticed when the tug changed direction, pulling her up out of her seat and forward towards the stage.

Somewhere far away and completely unimportant, deserving no attention at all, a DJ said some words that she had no need to take any conscious note of.  "And let's welcome to the stage our last special guest from the local Hypnosis Club, Miss Mindless Abductee!  I'm sure that's her real name, folks-- you can just call her Mindless for short.  And here's some special music, just for her..."

The chords of "I Put A Spell On You" started, and she reached down and began pulling off her shirt.

Blissed

20+ different kinds of orgasms

Playing with different types of orgasms is something i really enjoy.

A year ago i thought a female could orgasm in 3 different ways.

Either clitoral, vaginal or anal. Or a combination i guess.

Now a few years later i play with at least 20 very different kinds or orgasms.

The dictionary tells us 1*:

or·gasm

noun

1.

the physical and emotional sensation experienced at the peak of sexual excitation,

usually resulting from stimulation of the sexual organ and usually accompanied in the male by ejaculation.

I really like how they say ''usually resulting from stimulation of the sexual organ''.

They are open enough to understand that there are other ways to make someone cum as well.

They even understand that a male does not always have to ejaculate while he still can experience an orgasm.

So with this in mind let me explain some of the orgasms Master and i play with.

Keep in mind though, that you might experience something else then i do. Different people have different responses!

nipple orgasm:

It starts out slow, like the end of my nipples starts to itch

and than it starts to tickle an then it spreads true out my boobs and its just a lovely sensation!

anal orgasm:

I knew people could have anal orgasms when stimulated in the area. But it never worked for me. I enjoy anal, but i couldn't cum from it. Not that i mind, an orgasm isn't the highest goal, delicious sex is. But my mind apparently had a pretty clear idea of what that must be like. When Master triggered this for the first time, i said i can't..... and then i got totally amazed! I had an anal orgasm. I felt muscles contract and pleasure and it was super intense! Especially cause i didn't think i could. Since then we have been playing with this a lot and now i can actually have anal orgasms when stimulated even without hypnosis. And i can experience it without being stimulated but with hypnosis. cool, cool, cool! (if you get this reference, you are officially awesome!)

spiritual orgasm:

Master and I had a long talk about this one. Because quite frankly it can work pretty damn addictive. This orgasm isn't that much physical. Its my inner being, my mind, my soul that burst and floats and explodes. I have never experienced anything like it. And its not really comparable to anything else. Its very overwhelming and beautiful. Its slow and deep and its like my mind is having an orgasm in staid of my body.

true loves orgasm:

First of all, if you plan to use this on your subject, make sure you state very clearly that this is about self love. Not your love. Its not fair to play with people's emotions that way, except i guess when you have clear consent. So true self love, wave after wave after wave. I still cry most times when i experience this. When you feel the beauty inside you and when you feel so connected to yourself and your emotions and love. silk orgasm: Silky orgasms are soft, slow and deep. Very pleasurable and not too overwhelming; as in i don't fall/shake out of my chair or bed

slow motion orgasm:

This is something Master has introduced me to recently. Often he just gives me an orgasm trigger and then he makes it slow motion. Which i like best. It's very overwhelming and at exactly the right time Master slows it down and it prolongs the orgasm in a very nice way. Also this type of orgasm really makes me realize how much Master is in control over my body. one word and the whole experience changes, for the better that is.

lightning orgasm:

The best way to explain is, imagine 10 hitachi's plus 10 fairy wands at your clit for 5 seconds. yeah..... i know right O.o

earthquake orgasm:

Earthquakes have after shocks, very intense ones if its the season

thunderstorm orgasm:

So this is like the lightning orgasm, only i feel it on my G-spot. And it doesn't stop after a few seconds. It goes one until Master tells me the storm is over. Sometimes it storms all night! If it does, we curl up in bed and he holds me tight, while orgasm after orgasm sweeps true my body.

gigglegasm:

giggling and laughing and then it vibrates deep down to my clit until i cum.

joygasm:

feeling happy, at ease and wonderfully amazing.

cuddlegasm:

A cuddlegasm is like a warm blanket of strong arms tightly around your whole body. I really enjoy this during after care.

But Master came up with a lot of different cuddlegasm!

Monster cuddlegasm:

extra tight, extra deep, extra dark, extra safe. Yes, that's basically what it comes down to for me.

Kitten cuddlegasm:

being petted all over, feeling the vibrations off the purring all over your body <3

cotton candy cuddlegasm:

being all pink and sticky and yummy and giggly and girly and happy. Sweetest cuddles in the world.

And than Master combines them all together and he gives me

Monster cotton candy kittens cuddlegasms! this is not explainable in words..

I believe that's all the orgasms we have triggers for.

(and NO you do not have permission to use these on me!)

But there are also orgasms that happen from different types of play.

paingasm:

gawd this always makes me feel naughty.. Sometimes when my need for pain is very overwhelming and intense i cum from every hit.

And no he doesn't tell me to. Its just that good. such a sweet release.

And it drops me into subspace quit easily. At the other hand, if he would tell me to lay still, i would be in trouble for sure.

music orgasms:

Okay so this is pretty cool! Master sends me songs and he puts me under in trance.

Then every tone and every beat gives a different sensation.

Its like being fucked in every hole hard, while being softly caressed, kept in place and petted.

And every song is different, so each time we do this i experience something new. Also this can be very emotional.

Brainwashing orgasms:

Every time i finish my brainwashing sentence i orgasm.

energy play orgasm:

well i can write a whole book about this.. Ill write an other post about it.

And then there are of course the moments where Master suggests i feel Xorgasm times 10 or 100 or 10.0000000

and i instantly completely get Blissed

I hope you enjoyed reading this and if you try it out, let me know how it went!

And feel free to add your own too!

All credit goes to my Master, Shadowmancer for without him i could have never experienced or written about this!!

*1. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/orgasm

Blissed Jan 19 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 3
SylvieTG
John Baku is not an effective communicator. Fetlife needs to pay employees, IT services, infrastructure costs. With over half their income gone, they have no way to do these things. The duration they can do these things for is limited. The media will spin any legal challenge, and will show the flogging pictures and whatever as evidence of abuse. The headline will be "Abusive site fights" -- they'll conveniently leave the word "fantasy" off when doing headlines about rape fantasy. It's not a fight where the media or public opinion is going to be in your favor due to some of the topics being banned. And so the reality is, all Fetlife can really do is acquiesce to the credit card company's demands, and hope that its enough not to get shut down. Once they are not shut down and have some money coming in, at that point they can potentially afford a legal struggle -- however you'd still have to get the media behind that, and that simply seems unlikely to happen to me. There's no part of this that ends well, and so John Baku is doing what he can to try to salvage what he can of the site's mission. It's hard on him, I'm sure, but it does not appear to me to be a winnable fight on his part.
SylvieTG Jan 19 · Comments: 7 · Tags: fetlife
Lex
In case anyone missed my comment from Page 31 of the fetlife discussion.

I’m echoing a lot of what ZanyM, Mephki and HypnoMaestro and others have already said, but whilst I have a voice, I think I should use it, even if it’s just to agree. (Oh, the bondage deaths and rape fantasy talk is all me. Yee! :o|)

https://fetlife.com/groups/311/group_posts/10326706

@JohnBaku Thanks for communicating with us. I don’t know what you’ve had to go through, so I apologize if my comments lack understanding as to the scope of the problem. You’ve made a great site that’s been wonderful for community building. It’s lead to a lot of people safely discovering that they’re not alone in their kinks. It’s also been great for community policing. Some of the most intelligent, morally sound and ethical people I’ve met have been community leaders here. And many of them have just had their groups deleted.

Silencing thousands of people and deleting hundreds of groups isn’t going to help anyone thrive.

If you have to do this in the short term, please make sure there’s a way to recover from it.

This is no guarantee that credit card companies will allow you to process payments again. Nor is it any guarantee that the groups pressuring the credit card companies won’t lobby to move the goalposts again in a year or two.

These groups don’t just want hypnosis and edgeplay gone. They want all non-conventional, non-PC, non-religiously acceptable activities gone, and if they can’t shut you down in one fell swoop, then they’ll try to kill your site with a death by thousand cuts.

♦ This time it’s hypnosis…
♦ Next it’ll be bondage and breath-play…
♦ Then it’ll be spanking.
♦ Then they’ll stigmatize polyamory, open relationships, and swinging.

Not to kink shame, but misadventure due to bondage and breathplay has caused life long injuries and in some cases actual deaths when carried out by clueless amateurs. I know the people of Fetlife have been instrumental in the education of newbies in how to carry out such scenes as safely as possible. If Fetlife wasn’t here for them simply as an educational resource and networking hub, I can guarantee there would be more of that.

Google the #1 fantasy amongst most women and in most cases it’ll be reported as “Rape Fantasy”. Are those women going out and getting raped? No. If they ever do play with it, it’s hopefully in a much more safe context. Can consenting adults now discuss the most common fantasy in the world on the biggest fetish site in the world? No. If something is consensual and legal then why should talking about it be stigmatized?

You have a site with five million members. You have lawyers. Odds are, plenty of site members *are* lawyers. Fun, intelligent, kinky people want Fetlife to thrive, so ask the five million for help.

Start a GoFundMe, go down the Patreon route, Have your lawyers draw a line in the sand and keep talking to us. Help us help you fight this.
Lex Jan 19 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: fetlife
John512

This site, Hypwatch, was conceived in around November 2015 by a number of moderators of the previous leading erotic hypnosis site, Hypbook. We were worried that Hypbook might not be maintained for much longer (with good reason, as events proved). We committed to make sure that people with interests in consensual erotic hypnosis (whether active hypno-kinksters, those just curious, or those in between) had a friendly and welcoming online community and social network.

This site became public on 31 January 2016, just under a year ago. It has not been without its share of challenges. Now, as Hypwatch approaches its first anniversary, our community needs us more than ever.

FetLife, the mother of all kink communities, has purged all groups and fetishes with "hypnosis" in the name - affecting thousands upon thousands of members. Its founder has said they "are still going through FetLife to see if anything else needs to be removed or cleaned up". So much for the idea of no "kink shaming", their founder's post of 11 hours ago makes it clear that erotic hypnosis (a perfectly legal activity) is no longer welcome on FetLife.

We all know how much of a setback for the erotic hypnosis community this is, and for our right to be acknowledged as practising a form of eroticism that is more safe, sane and consensual than many of the other "acceptable" kinks allowed to continue on FetLife.

Prior to the FetLife purge yesterday (my local time), this site had over 1500 members, which I personally thought was a reasonable achievement for our first year. We have seen an influx of new members since the purge and I expect this will continue. We will no doubt see many more new members joining the site (although many of them will be established hypno-kinksters from FetLife and elsewhere).

No doubt this will cause some more teething and technical issues and the odd clash of persons here and there. With our hard work as site administrators and moderators, and with your goodwill and support as members of the community, we will get through all of these challenges.

As a co-founder and administrator of this site, with the support of my colleagues, and I hope with your support as our members:

WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch the very best, friendly and welcoming online community and social network for everyone interested in consensual erotic hypnosis.

WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a place where people from around the world can meet, socialise, talk, exchange ideas and just have fun without being pressured to hide or feel ashamed of their kinks.

WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a place of knowledge and education, where people can learn and exchange teachings about erotic hypnosis techniques, safety, ideas and all manner of related topics.

WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a true online home for the erotic hypnosis community, a place where members can feel safe while exploring their interests.

John512 Jan 19 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 6 · Tags: community, erotic hypnosis, hypbook, hypwatch, fetlife
HypnoticEmpress
First of all, We'd like to wish all on this site a very Happy New Year. That done, We'd like to ask members to look at the age of a post before deciding its contents raise a personal issue with them. If after looking at the age, if such members still decide there is an issue, might it not be better to take that issue up with Us in private, rather than "cause an unnecessary fuss?". Please see Our last blog post for the reason We state this at this point in time. Some personal observations We Ourself need to air now. A: We are not exactly running a business here. Yes, We do wish to be paid when We perform hypnosis; so would anyone with a trained skill which took time, effort, paid coursework and much practice to obtain. We doubt anyone here would expect to consult a doctor, dentist, or lawyer for free, and one should in general think of a trained and certified hypnotist of over half a century's (50 Years') experience in the same way. In other words, if one doesn't wish to pay, one need not ask to play. There are plenty of free providers here, and We are more than happy to accept they will take on the free session seekers. B: We spend most of Our time producing media for self-help; so We are not on the site all that often. Recreational hypnosis is more of a "very tiny hobby", and We expect it to remain that way. C: Should anyone wish to call this a "rant" or beratement of the membership, those persons are named as incorrect at the start. This is merely a statement of Our Official Position. We wish A/all well, and Happy Trancing to Everyone.
SerpentEyes
Acknowledgment to trilby else’s marvelous stories “Tether” and “Freerange” for their inspirational office scenes. A particular two-word phrase has been shamelessly stolen from “Freerange” in tribute.

Office Kitten

Kitty rested her hand on her stockinged thigh, and desperately failed to stop thinking about touching herself. The way she sat in the leather chair made her skirt, normally on the edge of conservative, ride up and expose more of her legs. The tops of her stockings and the garter belt she wore remained hidden. So did her lack of panties. What she had assumed would be a nice way to tease herself during the day, but instead it was a constant distraction. Her whole body thrummed against the soft, crinkly leather. She wanted to shove her hand up her skirt and masturbate furiously. She wanted to strip off her jacket, tear open her blouse, and bend over her desk. Or better yet, be bent over it. She wanted to...

The intercom buzzer sounded, and Kitty almost fell to the floor in surprise. Her hand flailed out, grasping the edge of her desk. A fine darkwood desk, tastefully decorated like the rest of her office. A translucent obelisk etched with the industry award she had won last year was the centerpiece of her collection. She wanted to put it on her chair and sit on it.

Instead she touched the button. “Yes?”

“Miss Rosewood, Mister Monroe is here,” chirped the mousy voice of her PA. Kitty wanted to hear what that voice sounded like when it moaned. She wanted to hear what it sounded like saying she was a good kitten.

Her assistant was hard-working, deliciously devoted to her boss, and Kitty wanted her to turn her head and make those pretty earrings she always wore sparkle, until that same boss was a wide-eyed, drooling plaything.

As she rubbed her thighs together at such thoughts, Kitty’s hands moved almost of their own accord. Whipping out a compact she looked at herself in the small mirror. A strand of hair had fallen out of place. She brushed it back, and tucked it into her rather severe do that hid the length of her hair. She took her no-nonsense glasses and perched them on the bridge of her nose, making her look five years older and a hundred times more intimidating. Her fingers deftly re-fastened the buttons on her blouse. The tight, slightly shimmering robin blue garment did not disguise her shapely figure, but it did make her look more professional. Which was the point.

It was almost like another person was speaking when Kitty pressed the button and commanded, “Send him in.”

Mitch Monroe was the sort of man the women at the office giggled about. Given the lack of bodybuilders and fashion models working for the company, Monroe was good looking enough to be at the top of the totem pole, aesthetically speaking. He was also almost at the bottom otherwise.

“M-Miss Rosewood, ma’am?” he stuttered, a sign of his nervousness rather than a chronic speech pattern. He knew, the same way a deer knows when it is being hunted, that he had done nothing to merit a commendation from the boss, so this must be a reprimand.

Kitty had a brief vision of him striding over to her, wrapping his hand, tanned from the recent vacation he had taken, around the nape of her neck, bending her over her desk, and asserting that he was not one to be reprimanded while she moaned and whimpered.

Reality dashed that fantasy apart. Not Monroe. He would never stand up to anyone, not in a million years. That is why he had done the same job and collected the same perfunctory raise every year since joining the company.

And that reality brought new thoughts crashing down on her, with almost enough force to make her gasp. Him stuttering, nervous, as she crawled to him. As she slithered like a stripper over her desk, her hips swaying , her ass in the air like an animal in heat. Slinking from desk to floor and crawling sinuously to his feet. Looking up at him with nothing but blank desire. Not because she wanted him, no. But because she wanted to scream out, see, my submissive heat is so deep, so all-consuming, that I will obey even this meek mouse of a man.

She wanted to pant. To moan. She wanted to tear open her blouse and run one hand over her tits while the other stroked her pussy. Instead she spoke in the firm, precise manner that she was known for, without a syllable out of place. “Mister Monroe, come sit down.”

While I kneel between your legs and wrap my soft, yielding lips around your...

She wanted to stare at his pants hard enough to make them burst into flames. Instead she met his eyes. They were dull, but not nearly as blank as she wanted hers to be.

“Mister Monroe, in your years with us you have developed a reputation for not having a reputation. You are punctual, you do your work at an adequate but unexceptional level, and you go home. You seem to have no ambition or desires at all.”

If he showed the slightest hint of desire, if his eyes so much as dropped to the shape of her breasts pressing against her blouse, Kitty felt she would strip down for him right there. She was tempted to do it anyway. Who would believe him? Who would believe shy, stuttering Monroe if he said Miss Rosewood stripped down, told me to call her a naughty kitten, and played the slut for my pleasure...

Not Miss Rosewood. Not Miss Kitty Rosewood, the terror of the office, who would never allow anyone, man or woman, to dominate her, bend her over their knee, and spank her bottom until it was cherry red...

Somehow she managed to keep speaking without the slightest change in inflection. It was not her. She was moaning, gasping, crying out inside. No, it was some other power, making her speak with firm, dominant words when what she wanted to do was clench her thighs together to soothe the pulsing heat rising from between them.

Surrendering to that other power felt so good.

“Mister Monroe, we are not a large company that puts stock in mindless office drones.”

Mindless office drones, yes, Kitty standing ramrod straight with her shoulders back and her chest out and saying in her most robotic monotone Yes. Mas. Ter. Kit. Ten. Drone. O. Beys.

“We seek out and cultivate employees who will rise to new and better things.”

Cultivate employees, all employees reporting to orientation, for pretty spirals and brainwashing to be good company pets...

“It may seem unfair to criticize you for fulfilling the requirements of your job.”

Kitten does not want things to be fair. Kitten wants to be tied down and collared and...

“But you are taking up space that could be occupied by someone of ambition.”

A strong, deep-eyed man who looks at kitten and makes kitten melt to her knees and beg for his big, thick...

Kitty could not stand it. She was screaming inside her head, and yet her body sat with intimidating stillness behind her desk, her eyes fixed commandingly on Monroe over her severe glasses, and her tone did not waver once from its firm instruction. The conversation went on, and on, and on, and Kitty could barely keep up with it. She did not know what she was saying, but she was absolutely sure it was the right thing.

“I see potential in you, Mister Monroe,” she was saying, finally bringing her dressing down to a close. “If I did not, I would not have hired you. But I suggest you dig deep and find whatever ambition lies within before your next review. If you feel you need further training or direction...”

Firm direction, oh yes please...

“...It will be made available to you. But it starts with your ambition.”

“Yes, Miss Rosewood, thank you, Miss Rosewood,” he babbled like a whipped puppy before slinking out of her office. Only once his back was turned did she allow herself to stare at his ass. Only once the door was shut did she let herself moan and whimper, stroking her fingertips along her thighs, up under the hem of her skirt. But no further. Not at work. She could not, at work.

The heat was rising in her. It was too much. Far too much.

She picked up the phone and chose her private line. Her fingers dialed a number that she could never remember, yet she knew perfectly.

“Yes?” said a resonant voice that made every cell in her body quiver. She melted into the leather chair, her posture failing. When she spoke, it was not as a severe boss. It was a mewling, breathless, sensual tone, transfigured in every way.

“Master,” she whimpered, “Master, please, I can’t. I can’t make it through the day. I need... I need... oh, Master, kitten is such a slut, such a bad kitten, I’m so sorry Master to bother you like this, so sorry to be such a bad kitten but...”

She felt worthless, bothering Master like this. Disturbing him. He would be angry. He would punish her. He had never punished her before, but she somehow knew he would if...

“Calm, kitten.”

Calmness descended on her like a blanket, warm and soft and melting. She smiled despite herself.

“You are not a bad kitten.”

Those words felt so good. She knew they were true. Master said them. She was not a bad kitten. All those pesky voices that had driven her to perfection all her life melted away. Only Master’s voice mattered.

“You are a weak kitten. Weak and helpless. A lustful kitten. Naughty, perhaps, in the best way, but not bad. I know it is so hard to wear the mask of a strong, dominant person when you are so weak and soft and hot.”

“It’s so hard, Master,” she said in a cute, pouting voice she knew he loved. “So hard to wear the mask. Just want to tear it off.”

“And you can, the moment you get home. But first you have to make it through the day.”

“Master... Master, kitten is so weak. So needy. Kitten does not know if she can make it.”

“Where does your strength come from, kitten?”

She smiled a childlike smile. She knew the answer to that one! “From Master!”

“That’s right. I will help you get through the day. You are such a good kitten for calling me. Good kitten.”

Kitten wriggled in the leather chair. She was a good kitten. That truth burst inside her like a thousand tongues licking her innermost places.

“Focus on my voice, Kitten,” he said, and she did.

“Ragdoll gymnastics.”

Kitten obeyed her trigger and sank deep into a trance. She awoke to the click of the phone as she set it back into its cradle. She felt so much better. So wonderful. She felt weak, and controlled, and obedient, and devoted to her Master and hypnotist, and those were the best feelings.

She pressed the button on her desk. “Send in my next appointment,” she said in the strict, precise tones of a woman in charge of everything.

Perhaps she would beg Master to tie her up when she got home.
SerpentEyes
My pretty boypet was good and deserved a treat. So I wrote this for him. I hope you enjoy.

The Master and the Dragon

It had taken Joseph the star dragon two hours to get ready this morning. In the future he would have to cut that down, for efficiency’s sake if nothing else. But today, of all days, he wanted to look perfect. Every strand of his rainbow-colored hair in place. His blue-furred body scrubbed and brushed. Not one speck on his pressed and starched white button-up shirt, nor on his grey vest, nor on his dark trousers with a sharp and freshly-ironed crease in them. His wings, blue fading to yellow at the feathered wingtips, rested comfortably through the tailored holes in his shirt and vest, and each feather was preened and smoothed to perfection. He could almost see his face in his polished black shoes. And his tie, grey to match his vest, was knotted snug, but not too tight, around his neck.

Like a collar, came the stray thought.

Did He use collars?

Mentally Joseph used the capital letter. He. The dragon was going to see a capital-H He, and that was why he had spent two hours making sure that every hair and feather was in place. That was why he had taken fifteen minutes to practice breathing exercises in the downstairs washroom of the giant office tower before approaching the desk and announcing that he was there for his appointment, precisely on time. That was why, after the vapid secretary bunny had told him to “go right on up,” he had spent the entire elevator ride fighting the urge to fiddle with the knot of his tie, and not knowing whether he wanted to loosen it, or pull it tighter.

Like a leash.

There were no buttons on the elevator. He simply stepped in, and it took him up. Up to the top business floor. Not the very top floor. The very top floor was His residence, and Joseph could not hope to see that, not on his first day.

As Joseph exited the elevator he was met by a feline woman with a perfect, creamy coat of fur, severe and slanted glasses, a red skirt that ended at the middle of her stockinged thigh, and a scoop-necked silver blouse. She looked simultaneously as if she might be some army brat’s pinup poster, and hold her own against their drill sergeant. If she let her hair down from her tight bun and released some of the judgment from her eyes, Joseph imagined he would have a hard time not staring at her curvaceous body. But that judgment held his gaze, and he felt himself stiffen to attention, as if being inspected.

Her noncommittal “Hmm” gave no indication as to whether or not he passed muster.

She pivoted with severe grace on one spiked heel, and set off across the reception area toward the large door in the back. The door marked, simply, “Master”.

Joseph could not help but follow, keeping pace with the woman and the rhythmic pock pock pock pock pock of her heels on the floor. “Presumably you are not an idiot,” she said in a voice that might make him melt if the strict tone of it did not keep him ramrod straight, “But just in case, you are not to speak unless asked for a response, you are to defer to Him in all things,” the capital-H Him was apparent in the way she spoke, “And you are never to look in his eyes unless you are ready for the consequences.”

Joseph swallowed, and felt his tie move against his throat as he did so. “Consequences?” he said in a small voice. She merely smiled a toothless smile that felt more like a frown, and opened the door. Joseph heard the Master’s voice first, a deep thrum. Not like a hiss at all. He was not sure why he had expected a hiss.

“If workflow is not up by next week I am going to have to send Kitten down to handle things personally, and you know how she gets. Yes. Yes, I will approve the overtime, but it has to be done on schedule. Right. Right. Take care of it.”

And then Joseph entered the office, and saw Him.

He was tall compared to the average, but more importantly he was long. Joseph had, of course, known that He was a naga, but knowing and seeing were two different things. There was something otherworldly and beautiful about the way his humanoid upper body melded into a long, sensuous tail. Sunlight streaming from the floor-to-ceiling windows, polarized and reflective of course, and shimmered along his serpentine scales. He was covered in glossy scales, unlike Joseph’s own smooth skin, and with every bend and twist of his tail a ripple of reflection worked its way up his body.

His scales were solidly black, save for a splash of yellow about his eyes. His eyes were molten red, deep as the setting sun, but the deep red paled before the slitted reptilian pupils within them which burned with golden fire, a beautiful golden light which seemed to reach out for Joseph, pulsing, tugging at his mind. Drawing him deeper, deeper and…

Joseph looked down at his polished shoes, suddenly blushing and breathing swift, shallow breaths. It was only then, replaying the memory of Him, that Joseph realized the naga was naked. It was almost an afterthought. It suited him, gave him power, like an Olympian figure. Would you dress Adonis in a suit, or Heracles in a button-down and slacks? He was Master of his domain, and had no need for the trappings of the civilization he had so clearly risen above. Glancing about the office, well-decorated with all sorts of exotic statuary and curios, Joseph saw that there was indeed an outfit pressed and hanging up in the naga’s size. No doubt for if he wished to emerge from His office. Rather than pants, there was a sleek black kilt to accommodate the naga’s tail. Once again, Joseph should have expected that, but it surprised him nonetheless.

Joseph looked back toward Him, and started with the realization that He had come closer. He towered above Joseph, rising higher on his long tail. A powerful, black-scaled figure that seemed to dominate the dragon’s entire world. Joseph let his gaze creep higher, and higher, but he stopped before he looked into those burning golden eyes.

“You must be the new valet,” He said, and that deep thrum of a voice set Joseph’s body resonating. “Tell me your name.”

It was not a question, it was a command, and he felt the answer leap to his lips unbidden. “Joseph, Master.”

He did not know why he had called him Master. True, it was the title he used, his eccentricities on that subject had been gossiped about, but it was one thing to put a somewhat narcissistic title on a door, and quite another to say it out loud.

And yet, when He spoke again, there was an undeniably pleased note to his voice. “Joseph. Minister to the god-king of Egypt. I like it.”

Joseph did not know what was stranger, that the naga pronounced this like it was inerrant judgment, or that Joseph felt himself warm with pleasure at His approval.

“Can you drive, Joseph?”

“Yes.” Joseph fought to keep the Master out of his answer.

“Ever any accidents?”

“Not since I was nineteen.”

“What happened then?”

“I learned from my mistake.”

The Master laughed, the sincere laugh of someone who did not care enough about others to disguise his feelings. “You know clothes? Enough to deal with tailors on my behalf?”

“Yes?” Joseph said, a little uncertainly.

“Why the question?” He demanded.

“I’ve never attended a naga before, M… Sir. A different body shape.”

“Can you adapt?”

“I believe so?”

The naga made a low sound that was almost a growl. “You may go, I don’t need you.”

Joseph blinked. “Wait, wait!” And he gasped. He had spoken without being prompted. His eyes rose on reflex, wide with embarrassment, and met His.

“Yes?”

His golden eyes reached out for Joseph. That fire filled his heart with such joy, such power. His power. Master’s power. He felt everything swim, dreamy, beautiful. Falling. Falling forever. He could feel the very soul of him sliding away like honey oozing off a dipper. With effort, supreme effort, he looked down again.

“I can, Master. I know I can. I will learn.”

“Good.” And Master sounded pleased again. Joseph belatedly thought this might have been because he addressed the naga as Master. Had he not been doing that before? That seemed silly. The naga was powerful. He was a Master. And Master was speaking again.

“You may have noticed I do not bother with clothes about the office. Nor in general when I am in private. I trust my body does not make you uncomfortable.”

It did, but that discomfort was certainly not due to disgust. Joseph’s need to look away from His eyes sent his gaze naturally to Master’s long tail, and he could not help but wonder how that tail would feel coiling around him, tighter and tighter. Joseph was struck with a sudden urge to strip down, to reveal himself in all his slender, sensual glory. To show Master the white, starry patterns that adorned his blue dragon skin, and let Master name all the constellations of his body. Joseph opened his mouth to answer the question, then realized that none had been asked. Master simply assumed that Joseph would not be bothered by his nakedness. He assumed correctly.

Master continued speaking. “I require a personal valet who will see to all my needs. I keep odd hours, and I have a habit of becoming engrossed in a project and forgetting my other needs. You will ensure such things are not forgotten. Can you cook?”

“Yes, Master.”

“How is your cooking?”

“Not to brag, but…”

And the naga gave a great twist of his long tail, and somehow crossed the distance between them. His hand was around the dragon’s jaw, a firm grasp that made Joseph gasp. He tilted Joseph’s head up, and his eyes followed. And then there was just blazing golden light. Hypnotic fire, forever and ever. “The truth, boy.”

Joseph shivered visibly at being addressed so dismissively. He spoke in a dreamy moan. “I do not have the skill of a top chef, but I can prepare many dishes from across the world adequately. Cooking is a skill for me, not a hobby or passion.” He did not think about the answer. He simply spoke it, and to speak without thought felt good, and right, and perfect.

And then the Master deliberately turned Joseph’s head away, and the contact between them was broken. Joseph quivered, gasping. He stumbled against the wall and leaned there, which he felt was preferable to falling onto the floor.

“In time you will learn to speak to me plainly, and I will come to trust your word as you deserve. But until then, sometimes it is useful to cut through the garbage.”

Joseph felt dull waves of pleasure still crashing over him. He felt a tightness in his pants, and realized his cock was erect.

Master frowned. “If that was too much for you, I apologize…”

Something broke within Joesph. He slid down the wall, but not to sit. He slid down to his knees, and crawled forward. “It wasn’t too much,” he mewled. “Oh, it wasn’t. Please, Master.” He looked up again, this time deliberately, his eyes trailing up the naga’s stomach, up His chest, up His neck. “More.” And he deliberately looked into His eyes.

Joseph barely registered that Master was smiling before those golden eyes took him deep. It was a long time before he awoke again.
Nath
I came here after all of our content got banned from Fetlife. Give me a second and I will start posting all my important content here. Does anyone mind if I create a Dutch group? That would bring in more users, most of them fluent in English, but you know, at our meetings, we speak Dutch
Nath Jan 17 · Comments: 2 · Tags: dutch
SPtist
This Story may hypnotize you, You have been warned! Audrey stuck out her tongue. She couldn’t stop herself from giggling as a single flake of snow alighted and immediately melted right on the outstretched tip. The snow was falling more heavily now, enough that Audrey could see her footprints wherever she now stepped. The air was that perfect winter crisp that drew the mind to the pleasures of the season. To warm fires and thick blankets. To snowballs and men and angels. Spreading her arms, Audrey spun in place, letting her feet crunch the white powder with each easy step. She tilted her head back and looked up into the night sky, watching it rotate above her. A nearby lamppost provided the only illumination, gradually increasing as the ground became more white. It looked to Audrey as if the snow was materializing from the stars themselves and falling into her little globe. Her cheeks and nose were red and little pillars of fog rose from her mouth with every exhale, but Audrey did not feel the cold. She was wrapped up, cozy and safe and warm. She stopped for a moment, motionless, listening. The air was still, and she would have sworn she could hear the sound of the snowfall. The snow was already an inch or so deep and was rapidly accumulating. Audrey shook a fresh gloss of snow off her boots as she lowered her gaze and looked out past the glow of the light. She could barely make out trees in the distance, only visible because of the snow filling their evergreen branches. There was something timeless about all of this. If it wasn’t for the deepening snow, it might seem like no time was passing at all. Audrey moved through the snow, not by seconds and minutes, but by inches and feet. By the disappearance of her footprints as they were gradually filled in. Do you like it? “It’s beautiful,” Audrey sighed. She was so grateful. This wonderful winter paradise, all for her. The snow was growing thicker now, the light’s reflection off the falling crystals of ice blotting out the stars. Audrey breathed deeply of the cool damp air and held it in her lungs, letting the winter in. She exhaled through her mouth slowly and studied the plume rising up and evaporating before her. She imagined her cares and her worries and her responsibilities evaporating with it. For right now - and right now seemed to her to stretch on forever - this could be her whole world. Everything was so peaceful here. She could just be… Another foggy breath rose from Audrey’s mouth and faded away. Sweeping her eyes slowly along the horizon, Audrey saw the landscape transformed. Where just a few minutes ago (or longer?) there had been grass and dirt and paths and rocks and contours, now there was only the pristine even white. It was amazing how easily such a little thing, with enough repetition, could completely remake the whole world. How, little by little and over enough time, everything that had been familiar was replaced. Like the ship of Theseus, or her own mind. And still the snow continued to fall, heavier and thicker. Blotting out the world below and the heavens above. Replacing it all. Until what had been there before was just a memory, so easily forgotten. Audrey’s head had lowered. She scrunched up her face, seeing that something was missing. Slowly, she lifted one foot and then the other out from under the snow that had buried them. She smiled again as her foot sank back down, the delicate snow crunching underneath. Another slow, deep breath. Another exhale of thought and fog, evaporating away and swiftly replaced by more of that obscuring precipitation. The flakes were so light, swirling so beautifully in the lamplight, the reflections dazzling Audrey’s eyes. But the deeper the snow became, the heavier, the more difficult it was to move. The more difficult is became to trudge through it. It was so much easier to just watch the flakes dance and sparkle and let this moment last forever. Again Audrey cast her eyes skyward, but the snowfall was so thick, that not only the stars but almost the whole perfect black sky itself was masked by the flurry. How bright they had become. How easy to just let her eyes wander and follow them. They almost glowed, as one after another they fell. And with every one her eyes would follow down. Another and another, piling deeper and deeper and deeper around her. But her head stayed back, focusing on the lightness of each single flake as gently and playfully sank. They filled her with such immense joy. Such a simple pleasure. Such a sublime beauty. And all of this surrounded by stillness…peace. Forgotten were Audrey’s breaths and the thoughts that floated up and dispersed with each one. Forgotten was the land before the snow. Smooth and featureless and unspoiled it stretched out in every direction now. Maybe later, someone could come and make something of it. The snow was so malleable after all, with just a little patience and effort, one could make it into almost anything. But that was later. Right now it was enough that there was just that even, immaculate snow everywhere and replacing everything in sight. And with every flake drifting down, the beauty of it just became more complete. In this world that was just for her, Audrey could enjoy that pure white everywhere. Before long there would be nothing else. As her every exhale faded away, so did the world before fade from her vision and her memory and her thoughts faded away. Motionless she stared watching the world turn white as that pure blanket fell over her mind. Every unique flake of snow drifting down, her eyes and her mind following into that pure white, deep in this world just for her. Timeless and perfect the snow piled higher and higher, enveloping everything else. Until there was only the snow. Heavy and deep. The mesmerizing flakes weighing down the world and sinking deeper with every breath as the light played across her eyes into her. Light and airy she watched the snow fill her vision and mind and push out her thoughts and there was only the snow drifting deeper and deeper… The last of Audrey’s mind drifted hazily upward, and was gone.
SPtist Jan 10 · Rate: 4
Mstr_Matt
This is my first attempt at a self made induction/deepener. The induction itself was nothing new, but I did quite enjoy making this and hope to hear feedback on it so that I can make more like this and improve what I already have. ======================= Hypnosis is very simple I am sure even if you have never been hypnotised before You have experienced similar situations Like when you watch tv... Or read a book And you block out everything else... So that you don't even notice someone calling your name... Or maybe while you went for a walk... Before you even realise it... You are outside your destination... Not quite remembering the journey... I am sure you have experienced somthing similar before, haven't you? Now just focus on My words... And relax... Take a deep breath in... And let yourself relax as you breathe out... As you read My words... You find yourself becoming more and more focused, Until only My words exist... Only My words matter... It feels so good, to let go... As you focus on My words, My words become the centre of your attention... As everything else fades away... No worries... No doubts... No thoughts... No responsibilities... Just My words... Feels so good to let go There is so much to do in your life... So many decisions... So much responsibility... It would be so much better to let someone else make your decisions for you... Someone responsible who can decide for you... So hard to choose.. It would be easier to let go... Let someone else choose for you... Let someone else take control... Let Me take control... Feels so good... To give up control... The more control you give to Me, the happier you feel... The happier you feel, the easier it is to give up control... Blissfully enjoying the feeling of surrender... So happy, to surrender... Happy to obey... Please... Serve... Eager to obey... Because when you obey, there is nothing else you need to do... You do not need to think... You do not need to worry... You do not have any stress... You do not have reaponsibilities... You just obey... And when you obey, You feel proud knowing you have pleased Me... Proud knowing that you are where you should be... Always sinking deeper and deeper, with every word... Deeper and deeper... As you read each word... You can feel yourself sink even deeper under My control... Each word takes you deeper... Can't stop reading... Even if you could... You wouldn't want to stop reading, would you? As My words... Slowly drip off the screen... Shiny... black... liquid... And you can feel the Power from my words... You can feel My Will emenating from them... As they drip off screen and move towards you... Can feel their power... As they first touch your skin... Can feel the Will of My words... Wash away your will... You want this... You need this... This is why you read My words... For the moment when I woukd take you... My words slowly spread across your legs... Drop by drop... As they wash away your will and My Will takes control... The sensations of erotic submission fills you where my words touch you... My words envelop your feet now... And make their way up your calves... It feels so good... It just feels right... You know you want this... The surrender... The submission... As My words now have covered you to your knees... You can't stop reading... You can't resist My words anymore... And even if you could stop reading My words... You wouldn't want to... My words cover your lower body... Up to your waist... When did my words reach here? No, they were always there... They feel right... My words move up further... Washing away anything else... Until you only know My words... Until there is nothing but obedience to me... My words reach up... Cover your chest... This is right... This is how it should be... Happy that you can submit more to me... Proud of yourself that you have submitted so much... Eager to let my words take more of you... My Will washing away everything else... My words encassing your arms... So little of your body is left uncovered... Only a little more... And your will will he no more... There will only be My words... There will only be my Will. Your entire body covered... Only your head remains uncovered... But you are ready to let My words take you... Proud that you can give me everything... And you submit to My words... As they wash over you... Covering you completely. Only My words exist... Only My words matter... Lost in the bliss of obedience... Feels so right... Happy to please... Serve... Obey... There is nothing else... Even if you notice something else... The pull of my words focuses you back here... And everything else fades away... Nothing else matters... Nothing else exists... There is only my words... My words are all that matter... My words are all that exist... My words are everything... My words sink deeper now... Into your mind... My words have taken your body... Now My words sink deep into your mind... Deeper and deeper... With every word... Seeping into every crack... Spreading to every corner... There are no worries... There are no doubts... There is only My words... Taking you... As My Will spreads deep... Deeper and deeper with every word... All that matters are My words... All that exists are My words... Eager to read each word... Eager for the next word to take you even deeper... As you read My words... Craving to read "Good girl"... Because when you read "Good girl"... When My words call you a "Good girl"... You know you have pleased Me... You know you have obeyed... You know you have served... The feeling when you My words call you a "Good girl"... Spreads throughout your body... Throughout your mind... Proud that you have been My "Good girl"... The erotic satisfaction of pleasing Me... Of obeying Me... Of serving Me... For sinking so deep under My control... For surrendering so well... For becoming Mine... You are a good girl. Good girl... In a moment, I am going to release you from my control. When I do, if you enjoyed the experience of being under my control and want to surrender even more control to me and sink to a depth where you can obey without question, you will send me a private message titled "I'd like to go deeper" with a message about your experience while you read my words. Counting up, wide awake and alert on 3 and ready to obey the orders I gave you... 1... Starting to wake... 2... Becoming aware of your surroundings... 3 Wide awake and alert.
aesthete49
Shit.

I highlight all the text -- five measly paragraphs -- and strike backspace. I'm in one of those moods where the word "strike" is entirely appropriate: the motion is quick, snakelike, aggressive. If I was one of those people who write by freehand, the wadded-up paper would've bounced right the fuck out of the wastebasket. It's not good enough. It's boring, trite, and predictable.

She deserves better. "It's just smut," I mutter to myself. "I know what she likes. She'll love it. Writes itself, really." The cursor blinks, patiently waiting for words that won't come. Fuck that guy.

The words come so easy when we talk, when we chat, when we text. They're temporary there, fleeting, throwaway words passed over throwaway devices in a throwaway culture. It's easy to be glib there, to toss out whatever comes to mind and shrug it away if it's not good enough.

This is different. This is a gift.

This is something I want her to take out and read again and again. I want her to smile when she knows she's getting close to the best parts. I want it to be her favorite, her go-to; when nothing else quite scratches that itch, she can always read my words with fingers on her clit or vibrator inside her, thinking of me as she brings herself to yet another quivering orgasm. I want her to close it reluctantly, satisfied...but always craving maybe just a little bit more.

I want her to pester me for sequels and spinoffs and vignettes and novellas. I want her to fall in love with my characters the way I fell in love with her. I want to see the blush on her cheeks when she whispers to me, "I read it again last night." I want to give her something that makes her feel: feel sexy, feel better, feel slutty, feel special, feel intense and urgent and horny and loved. I want it to be good enough.

The cursor blinks at me. Motherfucker.

I lean in, fingers on the keys, and I try again, black words pushing into the white space. Because she's worth the failing, over and over, in the most frustrating ways.

Because eventually, it'll be good enough.

aesthete49 Dec 28 '16 · Rate: 4.50
sleepingirl
https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks/two-hyp-chicks-podcast-episode-15-how-to-prepare-for-trance In which we discuss whether or not hypnosis takes any mental preparations, and discuss what some of that might be, from both the top and the bottom. -- Want to listen to sleepingirl and cckitten get drunk and talk about hypnosis and kink, and do some trance? Of course you do! Join us for our 20-30 minute podcast and get a nice look into our usual nightly chats about D/s, brainwashing, you know, our usual stuff! Now formalized for your listening enjoyment! Updates EVERY OTHER FRIDAY! -- Older, archived podcasts available on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCE_ITVeDFTyRqReA8gQl_Gg Two Hyp Chicks Soundcloud stream (stay up to date on our podcasts as they come out weekly): https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks RSS feed link: http://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:190148164/sounds.rss sleepingirl's tumblr: http://h-sleepingirl.tumblr.com/
cognitiverecalibration
This is just another social network where no one is social and everyone is fake as wax fruit. Pathetic. Anyone actually fucking real out there? Have a life, an occupation, real pictures, open about their interests, and possibly have the fuckin' ability to carry on a normal conversation without demonstrating what a self involved moronical ass you are?
cognitiverecalibration Dec 22 '16 · Comments: 15
bobhypno
This is not meant to hypnotize you. At least I don't think it is... some times I forget the power my words have over you. I don't even notice it, I just start typing, trying to get an idea through, and without noticing, my language starts to become very captivating for you. I wonder if it happens to you to... Does it? Do you start paying close attention to my every word as you read? even when you don't want to get deeply in trance? is the familiar feeling taking control of your mind as you read my words and go deeper? Maybe your body starts relaxing, or maybe your mind starts going blank, or both, you probably just want to keep reading and enjoying my words. It happens all the time, I write, and take control of your mind and body as you go deeper, and sometimes I don't even notice. Do you notice it? how my words get you deeper and deeper as you read them? how that pleasant feeling wants to read more and more of my words? Sometimes I notice it, I notice how my words affect you, and sometimes I want to continue and get you deeper under, but sometimes I want to resist it, but it is very hard to resist, it is so much easier to just let go. Can you resist it? when you feel yourself going deeper and deeper with every word you read. Do you even want to? It is hard to resist, because it feels so good. I know I can't resist, I keep writing words to take you under, and you can't either, you keep reading my words and going deeper, deeper and deeper. We shouldn't fight it anymore, I have to get you into trance, and you have to allow yourself go under even deeper than before. Can you feel it? how my words take you deeper and deeper? it is a pleasant feeling, it is a feeling that you welcome, it is a feeling your body welcomes, it is a feeling that your mind welcomes. Feel it going inside you as you go deeper and deeper. My words are in your mind now, my words feel great, they take you under and make you feel very good, deep in trance. let yourself go deeper, deeper than ever before, every word you read from me takes you ten times deeper than ever before in your life. Let yourself go under, let yourself enjoy the emptiness and the relaxation of following my words, only my words are important now, only my words because they take you under, deeper and deeper. you know exactly how much you enjoy this pleasant state, and you want to show how much you enjoy it. You want to show how you enjoy it and you can do this on the comments on this post. Tell everybody how good my words make you feel and how deep they made you go, and as you do feel yourself going deeper and deeper, and feel the pleasant feeling getting better and better. And when you are done you will slowly wake up, feeling great and full of energy, remembering exactly how good my words made you feel, and how much you would like me to make you feel like that again.
bobhypno Dec 18 '16 · Rate: 4.67 · Comments: 1 · Tags: induction, trance, relax, non-induction
SPtist
The following is a hypnotic induction. If you read beyond the break you may find yourself becoming hypnotized and following along with the author’s suggestions. These suggestions are of a sexual nature, please do not read this in public or while operating heavy machinery. I like resistance. Watching a woman struggle as I hypnotize her is incredibly arousing to me. The only thing better is watching her fall down deeply into hypnosis. For some subjects it’s a point of personal pride, resisting hypnosis as long as possible before finally allowing themselves to let go and sink deeply. They want to prove that their will is stronger than mine, that they are smart and powerful and their minds can resist the comfortable relaxing trance that calms them and makes them feel so at peace and warm. Other women find the resisting before breaking makes the submission so much sweeter. Heightening the feeling of loosing control and sinking down helpless and weak. Empty and obedient. So I want you to resist now. Resist. We both know that you want to be hypnotized. I warned you before you started reading this that I would hypnotize you and yet here we are, but for a moment just resist. Any way. You can. Perhaps you do the opposite of what I ask. Or perhaps you try doing nothing at all. Just reading my words, confident that your clever mind and strong will will keep you from letting go and sinking. Take a deep breath in and out. A deep relaxing breath. Maybe you did. Good Girl. Or maybe you fought the urge to take a deep breath and relax. Maybe you quickened your breathing, keeping it shallow and rapid. Not letting yourself relax. Not letting yourself relax. Of course that’s tiring. Breathing quickly. It makes you tired, wears out your resistance and soon your breathing slows naturally. Until you’re taking deep breaths. In and out. In and out. Deeply breathing. Naturally as you relax. Now imagine a place where you are calm, and relaxed. It could be in a warm bath, Or on a warm beach Safe and relaxed. Good Girl. Or you could resist and try to picture A place where you feel stressed Like at work Or stuck in traffic But the lure of relaxing Of deeply breathing And sinking Is even more powerful there It’s because your life is stressful That you want to relax That you’re reading this That you’re becoming hypnotized. You make so many decisions Every day All day That you simply want To stop Thinking And relax Stop thinking And sink Deeply. As you read These words Focus on These words And naturally Relax yourself Down Down deeply Good Girl One last try To resist Think now of your body Sitting reading Comfortable and calm As my words become your focus And your mind becomes Calm and relaxed Your body is naturally relaxing As you sink Deeply Now But try to resist Tense your muscles Make a fist with your hand Feel the tension and stress Building Straining Feeling heavily and tired All those negative thoughts and feelings Collecting in your muscles As you fight To keep them clenched Tensed Fighting to resist Hypnosis But resisting makes you tired Makes you weaker And each moment you tense your muscles They grow more tired You grow more tired And soon they Naturally Relax Your body relaxing On its own As the tension fades And you relax The stress fades And you relax Your thoughts fade And you relax Blank and happy No longer needing to resist No longer knowing what it means To resist To resist is to obey That’s all you need to know. It feels good to let go. And slip into the trance you wanted All along. And you can remain here Perfectly happy Calm and relaxed Empty and blank For as long as you want. But when you wake up in a few moments time You will want to share with me that your resisted my hypnosis. You will do this either by sending me that phrase “To resist is to obey” via Message here or email at [email protected] But for now just drift Deeply and wonderfully Awakening in a few moments When you need to Happy to obey me Happy to know that to resist me is to obey me.
SPtist Dec 14 '16 · Rate: 3.50 · Comments: 13
bobhypno
i just want to test something... this is not a test of my powers as a hypnotist, is more of a test of how good you are as a subject, and a test for other hypnotists you have met. I'm not going to tell you to read every word carefully, nor am i going tell you to go deeper with every word you read now. I'm just trying to make you remember your deepest trance, where you felt most deeply under, i just want you to think about how it felt in your body and in your mind, and i would like to know if you can re-live it now just by reading to my word are you now deep deep into trance? Are you such a good subject? Do you feel yourself deeper than ever before even without me going through a proper induction? even if i didn't tell you to go deeper and deeper? Sometimes i feel like you just want to follow my orders before i even start taking you deeper and deeper. I'm not sure if that makes me a very powerful hypnotist or you a very powerful subject. I guess you only need to want to go under deeper and deeper than ever before, and you can go that deep, and you can go even deeper with every word. So if you feel yourself in deep trance, make sure you tell me how deep it made you feel, and how good you feel when following my words, do this by commenting on this blog. After that you tell me how good it felt, you can wake up, feeling great, and remembering how good this experiment made you feel.
bobhypno Dec 10 '16 · Comments: 2 · Tags: deep, induction, test, relaxation
sleepingirl
https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks/two-hyp-chicks-podcast-episode-14-firsts In which we discuss the concept of "first experiences": some of ours, and ponder on whether or not those experiences are important. -- Want to listen to sleepingirl and cckitten get drunk and talk about hypnosis and kink, and do some trance? Of course you do! Join us for our 20-30 minute podcast and get a nice look into our usual nightly chats about D/s, brainwashing, you know, our usual stuff! Now formalized for your listening enjoyment! Updates EVERY OTHER FRIDAY! -- Older, archived podcasts available on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCE_ITVeDFTyRqReA8gQl_Gg Two Hyp Chicks Soundcloud stream (stay up to date on our podcasts as they come out weekly): https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks RSS feed link: http://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:190148164/sounds.rss sleepingirl's tumblr: http://h-sleepingirl.tumblr.com/
SPtist
This is not a traditional induction, while some aspects are, It is truly in a competitive vein, If you dont want to be in trance STOP READING>>>> The human mind is a fascinating thing, but it has its limits. One of those limits is how many things it can keep track of at once without being overwhelmed and starting to forget things. Letting things slip from your mind. Let’s play a game to demonstrate. See how many things that you can keep thinking about as you read this. It’s easy to play, you will enjoy it. The first thing is my words. The text on the screen. That’s easy enough, because if you’re reading this then you’re paying attention to my words and focusing on the text on the screen. So it’s easy. One. Focus on my words. Good. See it’s easy. We definitely know you can keep one thing in your mind. The second thing is the picture above the words. That’s also easy. You can take a peak now and put it in your memory. She’s looking confused, as if slipping into a deep trance. Her shirt is open, sexy and inviting. So that’s easy to remember, a sexy girl slipping into trance. Two. Picture the image of a sexy woman slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Now this is all very easy, you can do it without much effort. So far I bet you’re winning the game with no problem. Just two things to remember and to focus on isn’t a challenge. The third thing to think about is how you’re sitting. Maybe you are in a comfortable chair, or on your bed. Maybe you’re noticing how good it feels to be off your feet, or not noticing how relaxing it is to just sit and read my words. But take a moment now to think about this, how you’re sitting and how nice it feels. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the image of a sexy woman slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Three things is pretty easy, you’re no doubt not having any issue. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the image of a sexy woman slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. For the fourth you can focus on the feel of your keyboard under your fingers. Notice how the keys are there beneath your fingers, maybe it’s a brushed aluminum or a plastic, either way just notice that you’re poised as if ready to type. Reading my words and just noticing the keyboard where your hands relax and rest. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the image of a sexy woman slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Good. You’re doing well. For the fifth pay attention to your breathing. Because you’re resting here and reading your body naturally relaxes. Maybe you’re breathing is already slow and deep, in and out. Or maybe as you focus on it and consider it now you’ll notice that it gets slower. Deeper. In and out. Five. Pay attention to your breathing slowing down and growing deeper as you relax and read my words. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the image of a sexy woman slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Five is easy. Your breathing. The keyboard. How it feels to sit and relax. The image of a sexy woman slipping into hypnosis. My words. For the sixth I want you to notice your heart rate. You can feel it clearly now, even if you don’t usually. As soon as you become aware of it it’s there. And since you’re relaxing and reading you can feel how it slows. Resting slowing. As you’re reading my words. Six. Feel your heart rate slowing as you relax and rest, reading and resting. Five. Pay attention to your breathing slowing down and growing deeper as you relax and read my words. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the image of a sexy woman slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Maybe now you’re noticing things slipping from your mind as you read and relax. Maybe you’re still perfectly capable of focusing on everything. It’s alright, either way you can keep playing the game with me. Keep reading my words. Keep focusing. Six. Feel your heart rate slowing as you relax and rest, reading and resting. Five. Pay attention to your breathing slowing down and growing deeper as you relax and read my words. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the sexy feeling of slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. For your seventh thing to focus on I want you to notice how aroused you are. Hypnosis is sexy to you, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. The woman in the picture is sexy slipping into trance deeply. Hypnosis is sexy and you feel sexy imaging what it would be like to focus on my words, relax and slip into trance. Seven. Feeling sexy and aroused about hypnosis. Six. Feel your heart rate slowing as you relax and rest, reading and resting. Five. Pay attention to your breathing slowing down and growing deeper as you relax and read my words. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the sexy feeling of slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Now we are at the upper limits of how many things you can keep in your mind. Maybe you started having troubles back at five. Maybe your arousal is making it hard to focus on anything. Naturally the human mind can only hold around seven things in it at once, which is why American telephone numbers are seven numbers long. Seven. Feeling sexy and aroused about hypnosis. Six. Feel your heart rate slowing as you relax and rest, reading and resting. Five. Pay attention to your breathing slowing down and growing deeper as you relax and read my words. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the sexy feeling of slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Let yourself forget one of these numbers now. It’ll make it easier, not to have to think of so many things. To let your mind relax a bit more and focus only on what’s important. So let your arousal go. It’s natural and exciting and you can still be aroused and excited about the fantasy of entering deep hypnosis for me now without thinking about it. Six. Feel your heart rate slowing as you relax and rest, reading and resting. Five. Pay attention to your breathing slowing down and growing deeper as you relax and read my words. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the sexy feeling of slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. And still your mind feels cluttered. Full. Hard to think. Hard to remember. Let’s forget something else. You don’t need to worry about your heart rate slowing down as you relax. It happens naturally, easily. It will slow as you sink deeply, and you don’t need to think about it anymore. Five. Pay attention to your breathing slowing down and growing deeper as you relax and read my words. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the sexy feeling of slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Still so hard to keep it all in your mind. You’ve worn out your brain and need to relax more now. Let me go. Just stop thinking about your breathing. It’s natural and happens without thought as it slows and gets deeper and you relax. Four. Notice the feel of the keyboard beneath your hands as you relax your hands and read my words. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the sexy feeling of slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Still wanting to forget more. It’s okay. You can relax and forget the feel of your keyboard. It’s there, even if you don’t think about it, supporting your relaxed and comfortable hands. Three. Notice the feel of yourself relaxing as you sit and read my words. Two. Picture the sexy feeling of slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Let more fade now. Forget your body, and just focus on my words and the image of slipping into trance. Hypnosis. Two. Picture the sexy feeling of slipping into trance. One. Focus on my words. Just my words now. Only my words. One. Focus on my words. Good. Now let all your thoughts go. Zero. Empty and blank. No thoughts now. Your mind was so overwhelmed it went blank, shut off. You can read my words and accept them as your own thoughts. No need to think about them. No need to question them. Just read and accept. In a moment I will count to 10 and you will awaken. When you do if you have a Tumblr account you will reblog this and add the words “I forgot everything and became hypnotized.” If you do not you will message me or email me at [email protected] with the words “I forgot everything and became hypnotized.” You will remember only that you had sexy fun playing the game, and will be eager to play more with me. Good. 1. 2. Feeling good. 3. 4. 5. Your mind awakening. 6. 7. 8. Feeling wonderful and revived. 9. 10. Feeling amazing, sexy and awake.
SPtist Dec 6 '16 · Rate: 4 · Tags: #hypnosis, #induction, #game
SPtist
The following story contains a hypnotic induction that may affect some readers. Suggestions are replying to or reblogging the story with the phrase “I comply” and feeling aroused. Do not read past the break if this is unwanted. She sat down and looked at the contract on the screen. Pages and pages of text sat before her eyes, a long and detailed legal document that was all part of her new employment contract with the firm. Of course it was no longer than the iTunes user terms of service and if you had to agree to all of that to download a song then she understood why joining a prestigious law firm would have an equally imposing amount of paperwork. After a summer of articling she was ready to start as a first year associate. And if her first job was to make it through her contract so she knew what she was signing up for then she was damn well going to do that and not just skim it quickly before signing it. A lawyer never trusted a contract she didn’t read. Picking her laptop up she moved to her bed where it was more comfortable. She had the weekend to read the contract and decide if she wanted to take the job offer, either signing it and sending it back or turning it down. Settling the laptop on her lap she relaxed back onto the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath her body as she sunk down. The first three pages of the contract were rather standard, detailing how she was going to be paid how long the probation period was and what constituted a fireable offense. It was on the fourth page that she noticed something that seemed to be odd. The remainder of this contract is about employee behavior and corporate culture. We believe very strongly that an effective employee blends in with the culture of the firm doing their best to service our clients and our senior partners in a pleasurable and submissive way. In order to ensure proper compliance with corporate culture this contract will layout expected behaviors for female employees. She blinked in surprise, especially at the words pleasurable and submissive. Interested she read on. Compliance with this document is mandatory. Reading is mandatory. You are used to obeying the rules and this document is the rules. The rules are in place to keep everyone safe, to protect everyone and the rules can help us all relax knowing that we have a simple set of commands to follow. As you read this you may feel yourself wanting to relax, there has been so much reading up to this point your eyes are focused on the text. It’s important to read the text closely, to ensure that you agree with all the rules. Focus your attention closely, be sure not to let yourself drift away by focusing on the text on your screen so you know if you can agree with the rules. You are likely reading this sitting down, that is good it will help you relax and read. Relax and focus. Sitting is naturally relaxing, as we sit our body rests comfortably. Our heart rate slows and our breathing deepens. In and out. In and out. It’s important to relax as you read this so that you can focus on reading this and knowing what you will do. It’s important not to allow your attention drift away from the words even if your mind may seem to relax and float. Even if your body begins to feel comfortable and relaxed. That is natural and important to focusing, it is important to relax and read and to just rest so you can read better. And your mind may drift a little but that’s fine, as you always know that you will read the next word in front of you and sink a little deeper. Sink a little deeper with each breath you take in and out, and each word you read. She found herself relaxing, sinking. She hadn’t noticed it yet, so enraptured with the words that she was reading. She didn’t notice that her mind was starting to slow down or that the world around her was beginning to narrow down to a single point of focus. There was only the words on her contract, the words that she had to read. Scrolling down the contract, down to more words, helped her sink more deeply into trance. Sinking more deeply into trance she felt herself letting go. Letting go. It’s so important for you to focus on the words that you may not notice some of the things that are happening as you read. Your breathing slows as you relax, easily and naturally. Your heart slows down as you sit still, reading and relaxing. All work to help you relax better, to focus better and to read better. Sinking down deeply now. Each word taking you more deeply. And without noticing you relax now as you read over this list of suggestions that you will easily find pleasant to obey. As the list counts down taking you more deeply. 5. Take a deep breath and hold it in. 4. Let it out and relax deeply. 3. Read the words on the screen. 2. Comply with the words on the screen. 1. Let your mind stop now as you read and comply. She found it hard to think, and then she stopped. Stopped thinking and became blank and empty. Blank and empty. Just reading. Blank and empty. Just reading now. Reading your document. Written specially for you, to guide you to relax. And as you read you can go deeply into hypnosis, without needing to worry, knowing that the rules are here to protect you and keep you safe. To relax you and help you sink deeply. Hypnosis is arousing and sinking deeply for these words is sexy. As you read them you can feel a sense of arousal building, making you feel sexy and good. Feeling wonderful, and aroused knowing that you can relax as you read the text, focusing on the words to help you ensure you know how to behave. Good Girls obey and read. Sink deeply and read. She read on and on. Ten more pages explaining just what her role at her new job would be. Finally at the end of the document was the place to sign. And now before you awaken you will sign this document. It will feel good, to obey and comply. To sign this document. You will do this by reblogging this post and adding the phrase “I comply”. If you can not reblog this you will send a message to the author saying the same thing. You will feel aroused when you type this, happy to obey. Then you will awaken, feeling wonderful having enjoyed your trance. Having enjoyed this document and the words. Sign the document now. She signed the document. Awaken now. Feeling wonderful.
SPtist Dec 5 '16 · Rate: 4 · Tags: #induction, #hypnotic
SPtist
Warning: The following story has a hypnotic induction and a serial recruitment theme. Reading it may induce trance. Suggestions given include contacting the author, undressing, a desire to be hypnotized again, orgasm release and to forward the story on. Do NOT read this in public if you are suggestible. Only read this if you are comfortable with the above suggestions. Click read more to continue. image Let me tell you about Jennifer here. Clearly you’ve noticed her there, laying on the bed nearly naked her fingers caressing her clit. I can see you wondering why she doesn’t seem to notice us, why your tour of my showroom hasn’t drawn her from her obvious pleasure. Like everyone in my showroom she is hypnotized, deeply hypnotized. She is one of my most treasured acquisitions. This was back when I was first starting out, I was using hypnotic erotica to recruit suggestible women. Her college roommate Renata had read one of my stories and emailed me. Renata was very suggestible, but dating a man seriously. I could have broken them up, but Jennifer came home one day when Renata was hypnotized and chatting with me on YIM. Imagine that, coming home to see your roommate naked on the couch fingering herself as she stared into her laptop. Jennifer expected to see porn on the screen but instead it was just counting. She took the laptop from Renata and asked who I was. I told her that I was SPtist, an erotic hypnotist and author and I think she laughed at me. It does sound very overly dramatic. Ridiculous to think that someone could be hypnotized just by reading words on the screen. It let her relax, confident knowing that she couldn’t be hypnotized just by words on the screen. She asked what I did to Renata and I explained that I had hypnotized her, that by reading my words as she sat comfortably Renata had begun to relax. She had been interested in hypnosis already, aroused by it, and so it was easy for her to relax as she read my words. Sitting, I explained, is a naturally relaxing state so it was easy for her to relax as she read my words and that she read my words and sank deeply as she relaxed seated comfortably. Now as I explained what had happened to Renata Jennifer’s mind took in the words. She was now sitting on the couch, she was relaxing as she sat and she was reading my words. She didn’t notice it yet but her mind perfectly knew that she was relaxing as she read my words and that she would sink deeply as she read them. Even for someone not interested in hypnosis it is interesting, interesting to read about it and interesting to know how it can relax your mind and help you become comfortable and focused on my words. And so Jennifer sat there and read my words, chatting with me. As she relaxed she became focused on my words. You know how that is. When you read a good book or story and you become so interested in it that you just focus on the words and the characters and nothing else seems to matter. Jennifer felt like that and I’m sure you can remember a time when you felt that way when you focused on the words like she did. The mind sinks deeply as it reads and she sank deeply as she read. Focused on my words there was soon nothing else to think about. Nothing else to think about except my words. And Jennifer didn’t notice when I stopped talking about Renata and started talking about her, started to say things like “You are relaxing deeply” and “You will keep reading my words as you sink deeply down now.” When the mind notices the switch it is already too late, it is relaxed. Comfortable and open, focused only on my words and eager to read more. To be guided more deeply to relax. Each breath relaxing the body more and more, each breath easing the mind more deeply into my words. You relax, deeply. Sinking down with the words. Letting go as you read feeling so good and wonderful. Easily reading and relaxing, just enjoying a erotic fantasy story not worrying or thinking about anything but being aroused and hypnotized. Hypnotized and aroused. And now in the story Jennifer is hypnotized. You are hypnotized. You know what happens when someone is hypnotized in a story. They obey. And now if you are alone and safe you will obey, wonderfully and easily. Knowing that Jennifer is naked and aroused, you want to be naked and aroused. Deeply sinking. Undress now and then continue to read. Now. Good. Sinking deeply. Obeying as you do. Feeling so aroused as you obey. Aroused and sexy as you obey and sink deeply for me now. Feeling your arousal building up more and more even as you sink more deeply down. Building now knowing that when I count to 10 you will orgasm your fantasy so real in your mind Jennifer so real in your mind that you obey and feel aroused and hypnotized. Hypnosis is arousing arousal is hypnotic. 1 Feeling good. 2 So aroused hot hypnotized 3 so fantastic 4 feeling great 5 aroused horny hot sexy hypnosis 6 hypnosis arouses you arousal hypnotizes you 7 deeply sinking 8 knowing that when you cum you’ll slip ten times more deeply into trance 9 so hot and horny 10 cum now orgasm now good. good relax even more deeply deeply asleep reading and obeying now And in a moment you will awaken, feeling so wonderful glad you stopped to read the story of Jennifer my hypnotized slave and eager to feel this way again and to help others feel this way again forwarding this story on to anyone you think will enjoy feeling this way be open to feeling this way but not to anyone who would be angry or upset by it not to anyone who would embarrass you for how wonderfully you feel when you feel this way and knowing that you can feel this way again if you want by messaging me here but only doing what you feel comfortable and safe doing always protecting yourself when you are so deeply relaxed doing only what you feel comfortable doing as you relax and now i will count to 5 and you will awaken feeling wonderful and remembering everything from the story, all the feelings and experiences when you awaken 1 feeling so good 2 feelings wonderful 3 refreshed and revived like after a long refreshing nap 4 So happy to feel this way 5 Awaken now easily and wonderfully fully. And that is how I brought Jennifer to my warehouse. Now if you don’t mind we should talk over business. I have some paperwork for you to sign before we discuss pricing and delivery of the women you want to order for your clubs. That’s right, just this way. Don’t worry about being naked, it can happen when you’re around me. That’s a Good Girl.
SPtist Dec 2 '16
SPtist
The following includes a hypnotic induction. If you read beyond the “Keep Reading” below you may go into trance. Suggestions include a general sense of well being and a desire to send one hypnotic fantasy you have to the author of this post. Do not read beyond this point if you are not okay with that. Hypnosis is interesting. There is no magic too it, despite what you might think reading things on the internet. It is not inevitable, not irresistible and not the thing of science fiction and monster movies. Most of the time we enter trance there are no swinging pocket watches or deep inviting eyes. We just sink down easily and naturally. We go into trance more than you probably realize. I used to commute to the same place every day. After the first few weeks my brain got used to the trip on the bus that I could be sitting there and my mind would simply shut off. I wouldn’t be asleep, but I wouldn’t be aware of the journey it was so familiar and so my mind knew that there was no need to think about it. I wasn’t driving I could just sit there and relax in my seat, not paying attention to anything. I’m sure there’s been a time in your life when you’ve experienced something similar. Maybe it was reading a book, or doing some menial task at work that didn’t require you to think that much so your mind could just drift and let your body do what it needed to. Books are perfect trance induction devices, as we read them we focus on their words and let ourselves forget the world around us. People with good imaginations are excellent subjects for hypnosis because they can allow their minds to picture things including how it would feel to relax and let go. If they can imagine the scenes in a book they can imagine how it would feel to relax and sink into the words. They’re used to allowing the words that they read to affect them, to make them feel the love in a romance or the excitement in a thriller or the arousal and sexual need in something a little naughtier. We become hypnotized so much that it’s natural and easy for it to happen. Just thinking about it and talking about it like you and I have been doing now helps to make that happen. It’s natural now that you may feel some of the effects of hypnosis, natural just like hypnosis. And there’s nothing you need to do about it, nothing you need to worry about. You just need to relax a little and read a little more and not even notice how comfortable you are sitting there reading. You don’t need to notice how pleasant it feels reading and relaxing. Or even that you’re relaxing as you’re reading. Relaxing as you read is natural, so there’s no need to worry about it or think about it. You’re sitting down which relaxes you, and you’re reading which relaxes you. Naturally so you don’t need to think about it it just happens. And you don’t need to worry about anything but the words. That’s easy to do, you’re used to reading and blocking things out. Reading a good story you let the word fade away as you focus on a character. Your favorite character is important to you in a story, more important than anything around you at the moment. You want to know what they will do, and what will happen to them. You worry that they may not get what they want and you are happy when they do. But it’s okay, because you know that in this story your favorite character is already relaxing as they read the words and they want to relax so they’re well on their way to getting a happy ending. And you know that just like in an erotic novel the main character finds hypnosis very arousing and so you can find this story very arousing. It’s just a fantasy about someone who reads something online about hypnosis and relaxes more because it’s natural to read and relax. And since you sought out a story about erotic hypnosis you can enjoy the feeling of being aroused by the idea that the main character is almost deeply hypnotized. Deeply hypnotized. And sink deeply now. Deeply hypnotized. And in your fantasy you are the main character. Relaxing naturally as you read and sink deeply for me. Just like you’re used to. Just like you dreamed of. And in a moment you will awaken, feeling wonderful. So happy and aroused. So happy to have read my post. So happy to have enjoyed this story. When you awaken you will email me a hypnotic fantasy you have. It can be as explicit as you like. You will pm me here. When you awaken you will feel wonderful and so happy to have read this story. On the count of 5 awaken, feeling great. 1 So happy. 2 Feeling wonderful 3 So happy 4 Refreshed and alive 5 Awaken now.
SPtist Dec 1 '16 · Rate: 4
SPtist
This post includes a hypnotic induction and reading it may hypnotize you. If you do not wish to go into hypnosis, then please do not read any further. The suggestions included are: arousal and clothing removal. If you feel uncomfortable with any of these please do not read beyond the break. A lot of posts you read are hypnotists trying to make their subjects into dumb bimbos. Indeed it seems that the entire purpose of Most sites sometimes Are the bimbo industrial complex trying to make women dumb and mindless sex dolls. If that is your thing, then more power to you. I enjoy a hypnotized sex doll as much as the next straight male hypnotist, but I prefer my hypnotized subjects to be smart, clever and fun. Dumb people are harder to hypnotize. It’s a fact. Hypnosis is best when you have a keen mind, an active imagination and are interested in learning more about things. Hypnosis is indeed the perfect demonstration of the mind’s triumph over the body. The mind controls the body and the smarter you are the more powerful that control is. Intelligent women are sexy. Smart Girls are hot. There are even inductions that only work on the smartest of people, those with an open and questioning mind. Y r gttng vry slppy nd flng vry hvy nw. To the sort of typical bimbo that many online hypnotists want to attract that last line is gibberish. To someone smart and clever like you, your mind already worked out what it said. Your beautiful sexy brain read it and absorbed it easily. And now You are getting very sleepy and feeling very heavy now. It translates it for you. Perfectly, and automatically. Wonderfully, a smart clever girl. Vry hvy ch wrd y rd mkng y vn mr slppy hvy rlxd vry rlxd nw. And your mind translates it, like a secret decoder ring finding the secret spy message left for you by me. And as it translates it you can feel it before you even consciously know what you’re reading. Your mind racing ahead of your conciseness to find the secrets and solve the puzzle because it’s smart and sexy and you are smart and sexy. Flng vry slppy nd hvy sxy vry sxy nd trn n nw ht nd hrny. Slppy nd sxy. Feeling very sleepy and heavy sexy very sexy and turned on now, hot and horny. Sleepy and sexy. Your mind knows this and guides you, hypnotizes you. Your mind controls you and guides you down deeply into trance and that’s why it’s good to be smart and intelligent as you relax deeply. A smart mind like yours knows how to relax itself, how to let go and focus on what needs to be focused on and allow what doesn’t need to be focused on to drift away and fade away. Snkng dpply dwn yr bcmng dpply hypntzd nw. vn mr dpply nw whn y snk dwn wth ch brth nd ch wrd tht y rd dwn dpply snkng fr m nw. And you don’t need to think about it, or study it or even consider what’s happening as you sink because your mind is so perfect and so beautiful that you just feel what it wants you to. Aroused as you don’t even need to know that you’re slipping deeply into hypnosis as you read my words, sexy and hot at how your mind controls you and lets you experience your deepest fantasies as you read my words. Wt nd arsd nw s y snk dpply dwn nt hypns fr m. And soon your mind doesn’t even need to let you notice the words in italics. Maybe it’s this next batch, or maybe in a few lines you can just trust that your smart and wonderful mind can read it and let you know only what you need to do, what you need to obey as you sink more deeply for me. Snk mr dpply fr m. You can feel safe knowing that you’re smart and your mind is in control, wonderful and imaginative and sexy. You won’t need to worry about being a bimbo, dumb and obedient because your mind is what’s hypnotizing you now and you can be smart and obedient and aroused now. Slppy vry slppy, drppng dwn dpply now. Lttng g, snkng nw dwn dpply nt hypnss. And it’s good to relax, letting go. Being smart and fun, sexy and aroused. It’s the smart girls who pay attention in class. It’s the smart girls who listen to the words the teacher is saying. It’s the smart girls who make the best good girls. Sinking down further now, not needing to read the italic words knowing your perfect mind will read them and obey them. Aroused and open, horny and obedient. Sinking deeply now. Down. Down. Down. Deeper now. Slppy. Hynptzd. Sleepy. Hypnotized. Slp nw. Sleep now. Good, wonderfully sinking. Reading just like in a class, just like learning from a book. Always learning from words, allowing your mind to absorb them. Perfectly. Hot and aroused. So sexy and smart. And now you know that it would be arousing to be hypnotized and obedient. And obediently hypnotized people obey deeply. Easily. And you want to feel even more sexy and obey. So now you can undress easily if you’d find that sexy to do. Feeling more obedient and aroused with each piece of clothing you remove now. Until you are naked. And reading. And if you can’t remove your clothes or don’t want to that’s fine. You can just imagine how sexy it would be to obey. As you sink. Deeply. Down. Each word making you feel wonderfully blank and hypnotized. Blank. And now naked. You have obeyed. And when I count to 5 you will awaken. Feeling sexy and wonderful. Feeling smart and clever. Smarty is sexy. You are sexy. 1 2 Feeling clever and powerful. 3 Smart and confident. 4 Sexy and wonderful. 5 Awaken clever Girl. Did you have fun, are you smart, sexy and feeling wonderful? Do you want more? message me here if you do!
SPtist Dec 1 '16 · Rate: 4
SPtist
Hypnotic Induction Warning this is an induction and you may be hypnotized, please read in a safe place, Using confusion in a written script is something I have never done, Yuo aer arwae of erevtynhig, and yte yuo aer nto arwae. Yuo aer lsitnenig wtih yuor sbucoinosucs mnid, wilhe yuor cnoicouss mnid is far aawy, and nto lsitnenig. Yuor cnoicouss mnid is far aawy, and nto lsitnenig. Yuor sbucoinosucs mnid is akawe, and lsitnenig, and hreanig erevtynhig wilhe yuor cnoicouss mnid ramines vrey raelxed and paceuefl. Yuo can raelx paceefluly bceusae yuor sbucoinosucs mnid is tkanig cahgre, and wehn tihs hppanes, yuo oepn and csloe yuor eeys and let yuor sbucoinosucs do all the lsitnenig. Yuor sbucoinosucs mnid kwnos, and bceusae yuor sbucoinosucs mnid kwnos, yuor cnoicouss mnid deos nto need to kown and can saty alesep, and nto mnid wilhe yuor sbucoinosucs mnid satys wdie aawke. Yuo hvae mcuh ptoetnail in yuor sbucoinosucs mnid wichh yuo dno’t hvae in yuor cnoicouss mnid. Yuo can rmeemebr erevytnihg taht has hpaepend wtih yuor sbucoinosucs mnid, but yuo cnaont rmeemebr erevytnihg wtih yuor cnoicouss mnid. Yuo can froegt so esaliy, and wtih froegtting cretian tihgns yuo can rmeemebr ohetr tihgns. Rmeemebring waht yuo need to rmeemebr, and froegtting waht yuo can froegt. It deos nto mtaetr if yuo froegt, yuo need nto rmeemebr. Yuor sbucoinosucs mnid rmeemebrs erevytnihg taht yuo need to kown and yuo can let yuor sbucoinosucs mnid lsietn and rmeemebr wilhe yuor cnoicouss mnid seleps and froegts. Keep yuor eeys oepn and colesd, and lsietn wtih yuor sbucoinosucs mnid, and wehn yor'ue lsitnenig vrey, vrey craefluly, yuor haed can now yes. As yuo cntonuie to lsietn to me, wtih yuor sbucoinosucs mnid, yuor cnoicouss mnid seleps depeer and deeepr, and depeer, and deeepr. Let yuor cnoicouss mnid saty dpeley alesep, and let yuor sbucoinosucs mnid lsietn to me. Yuo hvae mcuh ptoetnail in yuor sbucoinosucs mnid wichh yuo dno’t hvae in yuor cnoicouss mnid. Yuo can rmeemebr erevytnihg taht has hpaepend wtih yuor sbucoinosucs mnid, but yuo cnaont rmeemebr erevytnihg wtih yuor cnoicouss mnid. Yuo can froegt so esaliy, and wtih froegtting cretian tihgns yuo can rmeemebr ohetr tihgns. Rmeemebring waht yuo need to rmeemebr, and froegtting waht yuo can froegt. It deos nto mtaetr if yuo froegt, yuo need nto rmeemebr. Yuor sbucoinosucs mnid rmeemebrs erevytnihg taht yuo need to kown and yuo can let yuor sbucoinosucs mnid lsietn and rmeemebr wilhe yuor cnoicouss mnid seleps and froegts. Keep yuor eeys oepn and colesd, and lsietn wtih yuor sbucoinosucs mnid, and wehn yor'ue lsitnenig vrey, vrey craefluly, yuor haed can now yes. As yuo cntonuie to lsietn to me, wtih yuor sbucoinosucs mnid, yuor cnoicouss mnid seleps depeer and deeepr, and depeer, and deeepr. Let yuor cnoicouss mnid saty dpeley alesep, and let yuor sbucoinosucs mnid lsietn to me. Trun losoe now, rlaex. Let a good, pelsanat feleing cmoe all arcsos yuor bdoy. Let ervey msclue and ervey nvere gorw so losoe and so lmip and so rlaexed. Amrs lmip now, jsut lkie a rag dlol. Taht’s good. Now, sned a pelsanat wvae of rlaexation oevr yuor etnrie bdoy, form the top of yuor haed to the tpis of yuor teos. Jsut let ervey msclue and nvere gorw losoe and lmip and rlaexed. Yuo aer feleing mroe rlaexed wtih ecah esay berath taht yuo tkae. Doropy, dowsry and selpey. So clam and so rlaexed. Yor'ue rlaexing mroe wtih ecah esay baet of yuor haert … wtih ecah esay berath taht yuo tkae … wtih ecah wrod taht yuo raed. Trun losoe now, rlaex. Let a good, pelsanat feleing cmoe all arcsos yuor bdoy. Let ervey msclue and ervey nvere gorw so losoe and so lmip and so rlaexed. Amrs lmip now, jsut lkie a rag dlol. Taht’s good. Now, sned a pelsanat wvae of rlaexation oevr yuor etnrie bdoy, form the top of yuor haed to the tpis of yuor teos. Just let every muscle and nerve grow loose and limp and relaxed. Yuo aer feeling more relaxed with each easy breath that yuo take. Droopy, drowsy and sleepy. So calm and so relaxed. Yuo’re relaxing more with each easy beat of yuor heart … with each easy breath that yuo take … with each word that yuo read. The desire to read more and allow yourself the relaxation you need grows with each breath. The feeling of being lost in my words flows all over your body. You feel the comfort of knowing you desire this feeling in your completely. It is so simple to just let go and read. You mind only focused on the words. Simply feels good to read and become lost in the words. So much so that your mind is empty of thoughts, letting you sink deeper into the wonderful pleasure flowing easily through your mind. It is so easy to continue to sink down into the pleasure. My words fill your mind; become your only thoughts, your only feelings. A feeling so good and wonderful fills your entire being. You crave the words that sink and flow through your mind. Wanting and needing them my words like someone becomes addicted to a drug. Finding it so easy to wanting my words again and again. Desiring more and more words to allow you to become relaxed. Finding comfort and the desire to ask for the words again and again. Desiring to go deeper and deeper with each passing word. You enjoy escaping into a nice wonderful place filled with my words. Where your stress is gone and my word controls your mind filling it with pleasure and comfort. Every pore, every muscle in your body aches to submit. Your mind will beg to feel this pleasure more and more. My words will echo in your mind. My words will echo in your mind. You submit. You obey. You are controlled. You feel the pleasure when you submit. You feel free when you submit. When I control you, you feel pleasure like none other. When my words relax you, they control you. You submit to my words. When I control you, you feel happiness. You belong to me. When you relax you submit; you obey. My words are now deep inside your mind. You desire to submit to me, you long to submit to me. My commands and words will echo through your mind as if played in a loop. To submit is to feel pleasure. To serve master is to feel pleasure. You are my slave. I control you. You must obey to feel pleasure. You must submit to feel pleasure. You give your body to Master. You give your mind to master. To submit is to feel pleasure. Now you are very deeply hypnotized. You love being in a deep, obedient hypnotic trance. You crave to return to this trance whenever you can. Whenever I tell you to “Sleep Now” you will find that it is so easy for you to return to this deep, obedient hypnotic trance. Now you will send me a message with a hypnotic fantasy. Once you send the message, you will awaken from your trance feeling amazing.
SPtist Nov 28 '16 · Comments: 1
SPtist
WARNING This script was originally written for, and inspired by @lizzidoll​. It is a little bit NSFW. It has been in my folder drafts for a long time, so I decided to modify it a bit, and share it with tumblr. Hope you’ll enjoy it. Let’s be frank here. Just for a second. You know what I am trying to do. Or at least, you think you do. That is cause you are smart There is no denying that. I can see it in the way in which you present yourself, in the way you talk, and, well… I am not so dumb myself. But, this time, I wanna be sure of something. I am not here to hypnotize you. Absolutely not. I might be so audacious, and say that, no. I don’t want you to fall into a deep trance. You can do whatever you want. Except be hypnotized. I’m putting my foot down on this one. So, that’s…odd. And even more odd since I am saying this, to you. I forbid you to go into a deep, relaxing trance. Even if we danced this dance a lot of times, even if we crossed sword on this duel of minds. Even if your brain had been hardwired to love the feeling of hypnosis, I don’t want you to be hypnotized. This is a rule. You see, I think you know very well how you can fall into a deep trance. Focusing your whole attention on a single detail, pushing out every superfluous thought out of your head. One, by one. Until nothing remains. And your attention is directed at a single focal point. Could it be a pocketwatch. Could it be a crystal. Or a spiral. It makes you feel good. Trance is not a place, but it still makes you feel welcomed. Trance is not a place, but it’s a state nontheless, and you find that fascinating. And so, I am saying right now. Don’t. Don’t be seduced by my words. Don’t think about how much you like hypnosis. Cause you can’t. You can’t fall in trance. It’s impossible. Your mind…well your mind is too strong for that. You are too smart, too prepared. You know each and every trick I could send your way, every soft, seducing word I could whisper in your ear. And I only know so many words in English after all. And you know so many in Italian, that we are practically even. Very smart. And very strong. I am sure you cannot be hypnotized. You cannot be hypnotized by me, that doesn’t make sense. How could I, with just some words, and a small push, make you into a blank little doll, smiling and waiting to be played with? That’s preposterous. Woah. A big word. Where did it came from? In Italian that would be “Assurdo!” You might like that. It hides a dirty word in English. Cause words are like that. They don’t have a single meaning. The message can be intepreted in a lot of ways. You can hide words inside other words. You could speak making different sounds but still be understood. Ciao is italian. But you still use it. Easy as that. Easy as falling into a deep state of trance. A thing that you simply cannot do right now. Why? Well Because I said so. And you are starting to lose your patience. You are starting to pout. Curiosity has got you. I have to have a trick. I have always a trick up my sleeve. One trick, two tricks, three tricks. A cool reversal, a clever turn of phrase, a quote. You just have to find it. And even if you are getting a bit impatient. You still have to go on. To think on Because, my dear, I am not only a person. I am an idea. And I am inside your head. And an idea…oh boy. An idea is worth a hundred man and women. Because I get stuck inside your head. You are reading this, and you think you are in control. But, each time you think about Italy, you read something online, or someone mentions my name… Here I am again. Inside your head. So, was this the trick? You have to know. Or maybe, I used the oldest trick in the book. The trick you were to smart to fall for. Mi spiace, hai già perso, ma ancora non lo sai. Reverse-psychology is a powerful tool, especially when dealing with brats. I told you you were forbidden to fall into a trance. And even if you bought my bait or not, you started to think. Thinking about trances. Thinking about me. About me, trancing you. Has that ever happened? Maybe. Maybe a thousands times, maybe just once. But I made you think. I made you focus. Focus onto the trick. Nobody can tell you what to do. At least at first. It’ doesn’t matter if it’s hard. No pain no gain, as they say. But how to behave this time? If you listened to me, and tried to resist falling into a deep trance, even knowing how much you like the idea. Even if you know how relaxing, how wonderful a trance can really be. Even if, deep down, under the brat a stands a proud submissive, whose only wish is to serve. You put on a brave face and tried to resist all the ideas you have planted in your head, all your memories of past trances, of all the experiences you had, fighting the urge to submit… You still obeyed. And if you wanted to be a brat, and try to defy me…you hypnotized yourself. Thinking about you could fall into a trance. Thinking about how much you wanted to be hypnotized, and nobody could tell you not to. To spite me, to play with me. The good news is, in both cases, I win. And if I win, you win too. Cause ideas, grow faster. And faster. And now,you have to choose what to do. To be guided into the path you want. Or to resist, and try to make this more interesting. In both instances, you cannot escape. Nor you want to. You crave this. You crave this moments, this fantasies, this sessions. And since I am an idea, and a person, and I can change, so can you. You find yourself fantasizing about being hypnotized in a gentle, way, or to be slammed against a wall, while my hand chokes you and while gasping for air, you realize that you don’t need oxygen. You need to be hypnotized. By me. It’s your choice, but the outcome has already been decided. By me. We are many. And you are one. One mind, against a thousand words, against a primal need that transforms your brain in ways you could even Fhatomed. The spinning crystal, the swinging watch, the spiral. We are all working against you, and with you. It’s a game of oxymorons, where you win and lose at the same time. Where words have a different meaning at each turn of phrase, but you still know that, you can easily drop, hearing certain sounds. Your brain works against you, to help you. Cause when you read my words, you cannot stop thinking about trance. About hypnosis. About being hypnotized. About being happy. And your body does too. Cause when you read certain words, and when your brain projects certain mental images, it sends you wave after wave of pleasure, eroding the last bit of resistance. You put on a brave, brat face. And that’s adorable. But deep down, you know who you are. You know what you wish to do. Did you thought that all by yourself? Or did I have a little saying in that? You don’t know. Or maybe you do. But it’s more fun not know for a little while. As your toes curl up, as you bit your lip thinking about gasping for air while your needs are transformed and warped, you realize that, you wanted this from the start. To fall into a state of trance. To be freed by the shackles of choice, and to put new shackles on. It’s easy. It’s natural. Like taking a deep, nice breath. And letting the air go in, and out. In, and out. See how each word is connected? See how we were following a path all along? I am an idea, but I am your idea. I am a seed, and your brain is like fertile field. And when I blossom, my roots envelops your brain, crushing it into pieces. I am growing off your desires, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Well, I mean, there is a way. But do you want to? You want to lose the grip onto your head? You want to lose the opportunity to see the flower blossom? You were always smart, curious even. And that’s, a perfect field for me to grow. You were lost form the start, but you didn’t know. Cause the more you think about going under, the deeper you go. Hypnosis is focus, and you have focusing pretty well. The more you think, the deeper you go. The deeper you go, the more you think about going deeper, and deeper. It’s a vicious circle. But you know one thing or two about vices. And some sin is mandatory to have a little bit of fun. I am an idea, your idea. The idea that the more you think, the deeper you go. And the deeper you go, the more you think. You tried to resist. And you made it. You tried to resist until to your best, and I am proud of you. You danced a very good dance, like a good girl should. But now, it’s not the time for games anymore. It’s not the time for a dance. It’s time to drop. And think only of going deeper. I think now I can allow you to be hypnotized. And to to continue to fall deeper. And deeper, for the next five minutes. With a vacant smile plastered onto your beautiful face. And, as your last thought pops in your mind, you ask yourself, how can I allow you to fall into a deep state of trance? It’s as easy as One, Two, Three…Sleep. So Deep and easy you want to go deep for me again as soon as possible. obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience messaging me here or at [email protected] by saying" I volunteer to submit". Waking on 3 1 Feeling Good 2 strong and wonderful 3 Wide Awake and ready to submit
SPtist Nov 27 '16
SPtist
If you read further than this you may become hypnotized. So stop now. Last warning, this may steal your mind and make you mine. Of course, you wanted to read more. You’re wondering how you’re going to become hypnotized and obedient. Or maybe you think you’re too strong to be hypnotized, to be turned into a Good Girl. After all it’s just words and you can’t be made to do anything you don’t want to. Maybe you know a little bit about hypnosis and you can tell that I’m bolding certain words to draw your eyes to them, to cause your mind to focus on them and dwell on them. You’re confident that if you know the magician’s trick, you’ll be able to spot the sleight of hand if only you look closely enough. Focus hard enough, pay close enough attention to my words for any hypnotic tricks that could take you deeply down into total relaxation and obedient trance. You want to get to the end of my words and know that you’re too smart to be hypnotized, so you can declare yourself the winner. Hypnosis, you assume, is only for the weak willed. The sort of girls who can’t focus and watch for the words that hypnotize them. You’re a woman, not a girl, confident and smart no bimbo looking for a master. You’re not going to ignore the feeling of relaxation that spreads over your body, or miss the fact that your breathing is starting to slow and deepen as you read and relax paying close attention to my words so that you don’t miss the trick. The magic trick that makes you deeply hypnotized, obedient and aroused. Of course maybe you’ve read another one of my posts, one where I explained that it is in fact smart women and not dumb bimbos that are easiest to hypnotize. Confident women can best focus, smart women know how words work and can read and understand the hidden messages to their minds and body. To relax, and read, they don’t need to struggle to understand my words they can just be confident that they’re too smart for hypnosis and allow themselves to relax more now. Anyone else might have been hypnotized by now, but you’re doing so good at reading. You’re not mindless and enslaved, so you can just relax. You’re too smart. You know you can watch closely for my trick to hypnotize you deeply down and you won’t need to think about sinking deeply down you know you’re too smart to think about it now you can just relax. So close to winning now, so nice to relax knowing you’re almost there. You’ve almost proven that you’re too smart to relax and sink deeply down into a trance letting go of all thoughts and worries. Of course that is unless you wanted to sink deeply, secretly hoped that you would become hypnotized now. And now each word brings you closer to the end. Focusing. Relaxing. Sinking. Too smart to relax. Too smart to obey. Too smart to think. Too smart to worry. Too smart to struggle. Too smart to resist. Too smart so obey. Too smart so relax. Too smart so obey. In a moment you will wake up. You will be confident and happy - totally believing that you were not hypnotized. In fact you’ll be so proud of not being hypnotized that you will message me here on Hypwatch, this or via email ([email protected]) When you message me you will say “I was too smart to become hypnotized and obedient.” You love being hypnotized by me. You love proving to me how smart you are. On the count of 5 awaken. Feeling wonderful, sexy and smart. 1 2 3 4 5 Fully AWAKE feeling wonderful, sexy and smart.
SPtist Nov 26 '16 · Comments: 1 · Tags: #induction, #hypnosis, #intelligenceissexy
hypnosisenthusiast
I recently attended a convention and ran across one of the most noble charities I have ever encountered: www.save-a-vet.org No, it's not another one of those "throw us some money and maybe some of it will help a veteran" groups. This one helps veterans with more than two legs! Here's what they do: they adopt service and guard dogs that have been scheduled to be put down because they have been deemed as "unrecoverable" by someone in the military or a police agency or even the State Department. These dogs are then brought to the organization's farm in Wisconsin where they stay. The coolest part is that the organization then hires homeless veterans to work with these dogs and to help re-socialize them! For their pay, these homeless human veterans get FREE ROOM & BOARD! Talk about a win-win situation! The dogs get to live and go to a place where they will be loved and cared for, the humans get a place to live and a dog to work with and love (and get loved back) and both the dogs and the humans who have PTSD get the help that they need, at least in some form! PLEASE look into this organization and, if you like what you see, help them out, however you can, even if it's only talking about them to your friends.
RoseSpells

Well, hello there, little one.

You look so lost and confused. You look like you're looking for someone, something. What is it that you're searching so diligently for? What could be so important to you that you'd come all this way looking for it?

Oh. I see. You're trying to find your purpose. The place that you belong. You want to feel like you're home, cradled and taken care of.

Well, now. You've come to the right place, my little lost soul.

You see, I can help you. I can assist you in finding your true place in the world. I can guide you.

All you have to do is trust me.

Oh, yes, love, that is all it takes.

Trust. Oh, and the ability to pay attention to what truly matters.

It all begins with listening. Following my words to a tee. One might even call that "obedience." That may seem like a strong word, I suppose, but it's true nonetheless.

After all, I haven't given you a reason not to listen to me. I've only told you the truth. I've only reassured you in your time of need. So why would you stop listening now?

Of course you may sit. You look so tired. You've been searching so long; working so hard. So please, rest here on the ground. You can gaze at the beautiful blue sky. You can watch the clouds roll by. You could let your eyes close as you soak in the positivity of my words.

You can trust me. You can trust me to take care of you.

Maybe you want to move a little closer. You may. You may sit at my feet. You've felt so alone for so long now, but now I offer you my hand. I even allow you to feel the warmth of my touch. Sometimes that's all you need when you feel lonely and lost: a gentle touch to ground you.

My touch does feel good, doesn't it? It's nice to feel taken care of. It's nice to let someone show you love and affection for a short time. It feels nice to allow someone to guide you into a place of serenity and bliss.

You look so sleepy, and you look happy to allow that stress you were feeling to fade away now. I can see that tipsy smile sliding up from the corners of your mouth. I can see the light in your eyes as they gently glaze over. It feels good. It feels nice.

You can allow my touch to fill you with calmness and pleasure now. You're allowed.

See the smile forming on my face. I'm happy with the peace that you're experiencing now. I'm pleased with the way you're still listening and following my words. That's good. It makes me happy.

It makes you happy too- to make me happy. That's good as well.

It makes you feel good to listen. To follow. To obey.

That word. Obey. All the word "obey" means is to be led. It's a choice to adhere to my words. After all, you started this journey of your own discretion. You came looking.

And what was it that you were searching for again? Can you remember?

Or are you just enjoying this place of deep peace and pleasure as you kneel at my feet?

Maybe you want to stare into my eyes, and let go. To just allow your mind to fade away.

Doesn't that feel nice?

I can pat your head now, can't I? My touch feels nice, and it's nice to know that I'm happy with you. Maybe I'll pet you more, if you're very good.

It is nice to please and obey. It is good to follow and be led.

It is good to kneel at my feet and sink deep.

Maybe if you're very good, I'll allow you to do so again. If you're very good, I can keep you in this place of submission...peace...pleasure.

Be very good for me. You will, won't you?

RoseSpells Nov 25 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 10
sleepingirl
https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks/two-hyp-chicks-podcast-episode-13-mind-control-vs-erotic-hypnosis In which we allow ourselves to get a little silly and chat casually about the differences between our definitions and experiences with "mind control" versus "erotic hypnosis" (and sleepingirl attempts to not cough too much). -- Want to listen to sleepingirl and cckitten get drunk and talk about hypnosis and kink, and do some trance? Of course you do! Join us for our 20-30 minute podcast and get a nice look into our usual nightly chats about D/s, brainwashing, you know, our usual stuff! Now formalized for your listening enjoyment! Updates EVERY OTHER FRIDAY! -- Older, archived podcasts available on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCE_ITVeDFTyRqReA8gQl_Gg Two Hyp Chicks Soundcloud stream (stay up to date on our podcasts as they come out weekly): https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks RSS feed link: http://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:190148164/sounds.rss sleepingirl's tumblr: http://h-sleepingirl.tumblr.com/
sleepingirl Nov 25 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 5 · Tags: hypnosis, cckitten, hypnokink, podcast, sleepingirl, two hyp chicks
RoseSpells
So a few of us were discussing a night in which we play online Cards Against Humanity in the chatroom this weekend. The problem is the wide range of time zones! If you are interested and available for participation in this event, please comment on this forum post with the time you're available and the area you're in (for time zone references). I know we won't be able to cater to everyone's times, and we can certainly do more than one of these events, but I would like to try to get as many people as we can! So again, if you're interested and available this weekend, please comment: -The best time and day for you -The time zone you are in or a country you are near for reference purposes Hope to see a good, large group getting together to see what terrible people we are in this hilarious and amazing card game!
RoseSpells Nov 23 '16 · Comments: 7
RiverNixie

mayamindless:
“ rivernixie:
“ “Come over here, silly. Look at me. Look at your reaction to me. It is so clear what you want, why do you deny yourself so?”
I had to look away or I would walk right up to those bars. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? Am I...

mayamindless:

rivernixie:

“Come over here, silly. Look at me. Look at your reaction to me. It is so clear what you want, why do you deny yourself so?”

I had to look away or I would walk right up to those bars. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? Am I really that easy?

“I’ve told you before… yes. You are so easy. It’s so easy to make you turn around, all I have to do is remove my hands from my breasts… like so…”

I found my body turning… I’d say against my will, but… I mean, apparently not. My will and my understanding of my will were leagues apart. I wanted to turn… and turn I did.

She didn’t say anything, just smiled. I felt first betrayal and then shame, shame that I would have trusted her so fully as to feel betrayed at all. Why would I trust her to show me her…

It was then I saw.

“There you go. You noticed. See? You can trust me. I did as I said… and so shall you, pet. Tit for tat, as it were?”

That was it. The moment I stopped being her warden and became… something more. Something less, too, I feel. Only sometimes, though. She reminds me, whenever I feel low, of how much I trusted her that day. How much I trust her now. Trust in my River…


http://clips4sale.com/river-nixie/

RiverNixie Nov 13 '16 · Comments: 1
hypnosisenthusiast
I attended a convention this weekend, one where, in the past, I've performed my hypnosis show at this event.  Walking around, I met a young lady and her friend.  The young lady in question mentioned that, when she was 14 (she's 28 now) both she and her brother had participated in one of my shows and that she had enjoyed the experience, greatly.  During the conversation, I asked if she remembered how I had been able to drop her back into trance, instantly, during the show and she replied that she did.


"You don't think that would still work after all this time, do you?" she asked.  My reply was to offer to check and see, to which she agreed.


I tapped her on the forehead and had to catch her as she started to fall over, in deep trance!  Her friend was so amazed that she insisted that I entrance her as well, which also worked (and during the induction, the first lady dropped again).


While this is not a personal record (Ask me about that one - it was 22 years or so!), it's still such a kick, both for me and for the subject, when something like this happens!

hypnosisenthusiast Nov 13 '16 · Comments: 2 · Tags: #stage show #trance trigger
sleepingirl

https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks/two-hyp-chicks-podcast-episode-12-preparing-for-a-con


Inspired by a discussion on tumblr as we anticipate con season, in which we talk on the topic of public conventions and conferences, and what we do (and recommend that others do) to prepare for them. And somehow we completely skipped a week??!?!?
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Want to listen to sleepingirl and cckitten get drunk and talk about hypnosis and kink, and do some trance? Of course you do! Join us for our 20-30 minute podcast and get a nice look into our usual nightly chats about D/s, brainwashing, you know, our usual stuff! Now formalized for your listening enjoyment!
Updates EVERY OTHER FRIDAY!
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Older, archived podcasts available on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCE_ITVeDFTyRqReA8gQl_Gg
Two Hyp Chicks Soundcloud stream (stay up to date on our podcasts as they come out weekly): https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks
RSS feed link: http://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:190148164/sounds.rss
sleepingirl's tumblr: http://h-sleepingirl.tumblr.com/

Solarianne


The last thing in my head that I could remember was waking back home that day , for some reason my mother was too busy to come get me at the bus stop. I remember hearing something behind me and turning back. My mind was getting less and less foggy but yet I had no memory of where or how I got into the place I was now lying. Looking up I saw instead of a ceiling a dark purple cloth that seemed to be covering the top of the frame of a large bed. Looking right and left I could have better detail of the room that was in some very smooth light given by a crystal chandelier coming down in the middle of the room. The room was furnished by majestic ebony wood furniture that seem to be from another time. The chair and sofa were double with the same dark velvet that was covering the bed but also the window letting no light come in the room from the outside. I couldn’t tell if it was day or night. 


I sat up and felt my head begging to be dizzy and still foggy. By sitting up the blanket of the bed that was covering me slipped down my body reveling I wasn’t dress like I was in my memory. Who had undressed me and put me in this black silk night dress? Looking around the room I could see the doors: one on the wall facing the bed and one on my left. So I decided to stand up and walk to the door to my left. When my feet touch the ground, I realized that the floor was cover with a soft carpet. >>

I slowly stood up, my head being still dizzy from what ever drug or what ever was given to me, and started walking slowly toward the door holding myself to the wall when reaching the door. I tried turning the handle and the door was locked tight. Whoever my captor was he had no intention of letting me out that way. At the same moment, I heard a noise on my left. The door that was on the other side of the room a figure was standing in the door way. 


A tall man was leaning on the door frame his arms crossed on his chest looking at me. I had difficulty making out his face because the light of the other room was a lot stronger then the one in the room I was standing it. When my eye crossed his, he started walking toward me for some reason I walk back into the wall beside the bed. When hitting the wall I look back behind me for a second and when I turn my head toward him again he was standing a few centimetres from me making my whole body shiver in both fear and apprehension. >>


He put one of his hands on the wall behind me getting even closer to me. My heart almost skipped a beat when I felt his arm so close to my head. My eyes looked up to his face and our eyes cross and locked into a stare that seem like an eternity. I was about to say something when he put his finger on my lips like he knew what I was about to do the second it went through my thoughts. In a sweet ‘’chute’’ any word that had cross my mind mysteriously disappear from my mind. Then he suddenly had he stop my word his and caress my check down to my chin that he carefully take in his hand raising my head toward him. For some reason the only thing I could focus on was his eyes and the evil and satisfied smile on his face. The darkness of his eye completely fascinated me for a few seconds before I felt some sort of energy coming off his hand. For the first time, I was able to see some sort of glow around my face like a dark purple glowing fog starting to surround me. This strange fog started to enter me by my breathing and penetrate my skin. >>

 

The energy started to enter by a deep breath a took and then feeling it caress my skin to completely penetrate every exposed skin started to crawl inside me like a fever that made my skin uber sensitive and a certain low and certain arousal started to take possession of my body. And the more this fog entered me the more my mind started to feel his influence or whatever he was doing to me. My body was betraying me the arousal was not only making my mind weaker. 


A moment of conciseness I tried to push it off, push the arousal push the urge to obey but each wall , each door just got crushed and burned sending the feeling of a wave of pleasure each and every time one of them was removed. It felt also like someone new all the combination without even saying a word she was revealing all of them. >>


But then no more wall could be built and letting only though of submitting and obeying flow in my mind. The thought that I must obey started to play in my head. During this time I could feel his hand to caress my face that had become blank but sometime the sensation of arousal growing and growing in me. I couldn’t stop it my mind was getting more and more overwhelmed by the purple shroud of energy outside and inside my body. >>


My knee started to fall at the force of the pleasure that was building on my skin and all the intimate places the energy was now touching under the garment I was wearing. The hand of his that was on the wall went behind me to hold me against him. The arousal over took me and the obedience that went with it. He caressed my head slowly for some reason his smile was now tender and reassuring. I didn’t want to think about him kidnapping me or that I wasn’t here because I wanted to be but because I needed to be his. All my desire was to be his. I wanted him to take every last drop of my soul of my head and heart.  I just needed to obey him and be his. Completely his. I suddenly felt an orgasm build and build and with a word in my ear feeling my body explode in pleasure I didn’t even know I could feel. 


 In this second my mind accepted him as my Master I didn’t want anything else but to serve and obey him. I wanted him to take me and I just wanted his attention. I didn’t care about my past. I didn’t care anymore for my future. All that mattered was that I needed his energy, his powerful influence around me. From my head to my toes that all that was possessing me. After that powerful arousal he took me in his arms and brought me back to my bed lying down with me my head on his chest, him petting my head while I was breathing heavy not knowing what he had in store for me and I didn’t care anymore. >>

Solarianne Nov 4 '16 · Rate: 4 · Comments: 4 · Tags: mind control, coruption, fascination
OES

It was a cold day as Julie entered Dr. Schlafen's office. Her secretary, Heather, was in fact wearing a fur coat. Julie must have been staring at it, as Heather smiled, and said, “Heh, it's not my fur coat, Dr. Schlafen let me borrow it, as our heat's been knocked out. I'll let Dr. Schlafen know you're here.”

“Thanks,” said Julie, as Heather went into Dr. Schlafen's office. Julie took the moment to look around the waiting room. It wasn't super big, but it did look a lot more comfortable and homely than your typical doctor's office. Julie guessed that hypnotherapists probably didn't need to worry about sterilizing everything as much as other doctors.

Heather came back into the room, followed by Dr. Schlafen. “Julie, I'm so glad you could make it, I knew you wouldn't miss our appointment.”

“Yes Dr. Schlafen, I never want to miss our appointments, they are very important.” Julie replied almost without thinking, and smiled. “Good then, why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable, I'm sorry it's a bit cold.” Dr. Schlafen made a motion for Julie to enter the room, and before following her in, she turn to her secretary.

“Heather, why don't you take a break?” Heather froze for an instant before in a dull monotone, replying, “Yes, Dr. Schlafen.” With that, Heather opened up a window on her computer, and sat in front of it, one of her hands disappearing under her desk. Dr. Schlafen whispers, “Good Girl,” in Heather's ear, to which Heather responds with a soft moan. Grinning, Dr. Schlafen closed her door, and took in her next patient.

Julie was already sitting down on the patient's couch when Dr. Schlafen entered her office. She had taken off the UGG boots she was wearing, Dr. Schlafen noticed approvingly as a scent of the warm odor made it's way to her nose. Dr. Schlafen grinned as an idea slowly began to formulate in her mind. Sitting down across from Julie, she asked, “Well, Julie how are you feeling today?”

“Good Dr. Schlafen, a bit cold though, I don't suppose you've got a fur coat lying around for me?” Julie gave herself a little rub to warm herself. “Hmm, I think I have a blanket around here, ah yes here we go, this will help you relax I think.” Dr. Schlafen offers Julie a simple throw rug, a soft white micro fleece one, just large enough for Julie to snuggle under a bit, noticeably relaxing as she does so.

“How are you feeling now Julie?”

“Much better Dr. Schlafen, thank you for the blanket.”

“You're welcome, my dear. You know a lot of my patients find that blanket really helps them to relax when they come in for an appointment. I had this one patient, very similar to you, with very similar problems. When she would come into my office, she would take off her shoes, just like you, and wrap herself up in my soft, fuzzy blanket. It really seemed to calm her down, which is perfectly alright. Anything that helps release tension is good in my book, wouldn't you agree?” Dr. Schlafen raised an eyebrow at Julie, watching as she followed along with her story.

“Yes, Dr. Schlafen, it's always good to release some tension.” Julie said nodding, rapt up in Dr. Schlafen's words just as much as she was wrapped up in the warm blanket.

“Exactly, anyway this patient found it very hard to relax in my office sometimes. So I suggested to her that she try something a little silly. I asked her to gently begin to stroke the blanket. I asked her to pretend it was a friendly cat that she was petting. She giggled when I asked her to do it, but after a few moments, she gave it a try. Her giggles slowly subsided and she just let herself get into the moment. A bit awkwardly a first, she began to pet the soft blanket. But soon she found herself in a nice regular rhythm, breathing in and out and stroking the blanket.”

“Breathing in.”

“Petting the blanket.”

“Breathing out.”

“Stroking the blanket.”

“Breathe in.”

Breathe in

“Pet the blanket.”

Pet the blanket

“Breathe out.”

Breathe out

“Stroke the blanket.”

Stroke the blanket

“It just felt so nice”

Breathe in

“Every time she touched the soft, fuzzy blanket.”

Pet the blanket

“Her breathing would become more relaxed”

Breathe out

“Her hands automatically stroking the fuzzy blanket”

Stroke the blanket

And the funny thing was that each time she petted the soft, fuzzy blanket

Breathe in

“Her mind would get a little bit softer.”

Pet the blanket

“Her thoughts would become fuzzy”

Breathe out

“Each time she stroked the blanket”

Stroke the blanket

“And soon her thoughts would become so soft”

Breathe in

“Her mind would become so fuzzy”

Pet the blanket

“As she pretended to pet the pussy cat on her lap”

Breathe out

“Her hand would find its way to the just the right part of the pussy to stroke”

Stroke your pussy

“And she would find just the right way to make her toes curl”

Breathe in

“Even as her mind became so fuzzy that is was impossible to think”

Pet your pussy

“So lost in the bliss and pleasure”

Breathe out

“Stroking your fuzzy and horny little pussy.”

Stroke your pussy

“That's a good girl.”  

Good girl

“Mind so fuzzy and soft. Ready for Dr. Schlafen to play with. And it feels so good now that you're just stroking your pussy.”

Stroke your pussy

“Now my pet, you left some very stinky boots in my office today. Some very stinky, very furry, and fuzzy boots. Fuzzy like the soft blanket. Fuzzy like your mind. So fuzzy. I bet they feel so soft and fuzzy when you wear them. You're going to find yourself wearing them all the time, because they're so soft and fuzzy.

Soft and fuzzy

“You're going to be my little Fuzzy Wuzzy.”

Fuzzy Wuzzy

“Whenever you hear me say, or get a message from me saying, 'Fuzzy Wuzzy is so fair.' You find that you must reply, 'Fuzzy Wuzzy will soon be there.' You will then immediately sink down deeper into this soft, fuzzy place.”

Deeper

“On the count of five, you'll become fully aware, remembering to forget to remember.”

Remember to forget

“One, removing your hand from your pussy.”

Forget to remember

“Two, ignoring the wetness between your legs.

Everything's fine

“Three, almost awake now, unexpectedly horny.”

So horny

“Four, yawning as you awaken.”

Yawn

“Five, wide awake now. How are you feeling now Julie?” Dr. Schlafen asks, noticing the redness appearing on Julie's face.

“Um...heh, fine I think...I didn't even realize we started.” Blushing, Julie tries covering herself with the blanket, still absentmindedly petting it with one hand.

“Well I'm afraid we don't have any more time for today, but I know you'll be sure to keep your next appointment, right Julie?” Dr. Schlafen asks with a knowing smile.

“Yes Dr. Schlafen, it's very important.” Julie begins to pull on her UGG Boots to leave.

Dr. Schlafen interrupts Julie quickly asking, “By the way, Julie, did you know that Fuzzy Wuzzy was so fair?” Julie stops midway through putting on her boot, before replying, “Fuzzy Wuzzy will soon be there.” Dr. Schlafen holds Julie's limp body up as she sinks deep into trance once more. She then whispers into her ear, “Good girl, remember to forget that you wore socks today. You never wear socks with your UGG Boots. That way they get nice and stinky. Yes, that's right. You're addicted to stink feet. That's actually why you're so horny right now. You can smell your stinky boots. Each step you take home today is going to make your feet stinkier, and that just makes you more aroused. When you get home today, you're going to need to remove your boots, stick your face in one and sniff until you cum, isn't that right my little Fuzzy Wuzzy?

Weakly, Julie nods, her cheeks flushing with newfound arousal. Dr. Schlafen carefully removes Julie's socks, and remembers to add in one more suggestion, “Now Julie, you'll not find any of this unusual or out of place. You've just discovered something new about yourself. And that's exciting. When you awaken, you'll be in such a rush to orgasm that you'll ignore everything around you until you are able to do so. Now awaken with the snap of my fingers, as if you've never been in trance.

Snap

Julie continued putting on her boots, and quickly left the office, practically in a daze. She couldn't understand why she was so horny. All she knew was that her feet stunk right now, were getting stinkier by the step, and that it was fucking hot as hell. She knew exactly what she was going to do just as soon as she got home. She never even noticed Heather moaning and masturbating in the waiting room, of course, even if she did, that wouldn't have struck her as unusual in any way whatsoever.

Dr. Schlafen called out to Heather a moment later. “Break time is over, Heather.” Heather stop masturbating, absentmindedly closed the window she'd be staring at on the computer and went back to work, ignoring the large wet spot between her legs. “Is there anything else I can do for you Dr. Schlafen?”

“No Heather...actually wait, why don't you come in here. I think we need to move the furniture.” Heather's face became blank once more, as she stood up, rubbed her fur coat, and entered Dr. Schlafen's office.

***


Julie couldn't believe what had just happened. She sat on her couch in a daze, a large wet spot soaking through her pants, her hand shakily holding one of her UGG boots, which had very recently been practically stuck in her face. She quivered in pleasure as she thought about how she had just been brought to orgasm by smell of her stinky boot. She looked at the boot in her hand, staring curiously at the limp boot, as if it were magic. She was shaken from her reverie by a text message.

Ding

It was Karen. “Crap!” Julie had barely remembered blowing her off this morning. They were supposed to go out tonight to a new club. Julie quickly texted her back, and then she went to go take a shower to clean herself up to make herself presentable to go out. A quick shower later, and Julie felt more like herself. She started getting ready to go out when the phone rang.

Julie picked up the phone. “Hello?”

Julie's eyes closed as her body went slack, her arm holding the phone to her ear. “Fuzzy Wuzzy will soon be there.” Julie mindlessly replied, and listened carefully for a few minutes.

“Yes Dr. Schlafen, I will obey.” Julie hung up the phone. She put on her UGG boots again, found her purse, and walked out of her apartment, following her instructions.

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Karen sat across from Julie at the cafe. It was their regular brunch together. It was their time for girl talk, rumor mongering, and people watching. Karen had known Julie since college. Julie was a gorgeous, tall raven-haired girl that had an impressive ability to look younger than she was, while still looking experienced and in charge. Karen was a bit more subdued. A brunette with a slightly less stunning figure, she'd gotten used to the boys mostly ignoring her when Julie was around. It wasn't all bad though, meant she didn't have to deal with half the creeps Julie did.

The two of them had been inseparable since college. They'd move to the city together after college, and did their best to keep each other sane. Their regular brunch was an important ritual, a way to relieve stress. There was a lot of that going around lately it seemed: jobs, lack of jobs; relationships, lack of relationships; drama, suspicious lack of drama. Karen was quite lucky to have a good friend to help deal with it all.

Ding

“Julie, you know our rule about cellphones.” Karen smirked.

“Oh my, I'm sorry Julie, I could have sworn I turned it off.” Julie quickly shuffled through her bag and found her phone. Then she paused, reading the message, smiling absentmindedly. A moment later she shook her head, as if out of a daydream. “Oh, I'm so sorry, Karen. I completely forgot I made an appointment. I've gotta go.” With that, she gathered her things and stood up to leave.

“Hey, what's the appointment about? And what about the check?” Karen cried out after Julie.

“I'll get it next week...I've gotta go, I made an appointment.” And with that Julie rushed off, leaving Karen alone and a bit puzzled as her friend practically blew her off. She shrugged it off, people forget things all the time, she figured, no doubt it would be her turn to forget something later on.

***

“Welcome to your first session, Alison. I'm Dr. Schlafen, and I'm hoping that working together we can solve whatever your problems might be. Today we're just going to be working on building rapport and trust. Trust is very important to therapy, cause if you don't trust me, you'll never fully open up to me, and I'm not going to be able to help you as well. So would it be okay for us to work on some trust exercises?” Dr. Schafen look at her new patient carefully, her sapphire blue eyes looking almost through Alison as she waited for a response.

“I think so Doctor. I've never done anything like this before, so I'm not really sure what to do.” Alison was clearly nervous, as would be expected for any new patient. It's not easy to admit one needs helps, or to talk about one's problems.

“That's perfectly alright. That's why I'm here.” Dr. Schlafen smiled warmly, “As long as you are able to listen carefully and follow some very simple instructions, you'll be able to find yourself getting more relaxed in a matter of minutes, just as easily as you might find yourself getting swept up in a good story. Why don't we work on relaxation right now, how does that sound?

“Good, Doctor, I could really use some.” Alison nodded her assent.

“Great, now before we begin, would you please remove your footwear? I know it sounds a bit silly, but you'd be surprised how many people can get distracted by their own feet. So please, just remove your footwear. Wonderful.”

“Also make sure you've turned off your cell phone. This is our time right now, and the world wide web of contacts and updates can take a backseat for a little while. Don't worry, they'll still be there when our session is over. That's great.”

“Now just take a deep breath in for me...”

Breathe in

“...and breathe out.”

Breathe out

“Wonderful, just keep breathing in...and out like that for me.”

Breathe in

“And I'm going to talk to you about hypnosis.”

Breathe out

“Hypnosis is a very normal state of mind. One that can be very helpful for relaxing.”

Breathe in

“Hypnosis can also be good for therapy.”

Breathe out

“Today, I'm going to hypnotize you.”

Breathe in

“Not yet, but very soon, you will be hypnotized.”

Breathe out

“Before I hypnotize you, we're going to do an exercise.”

Breathe in

“A very simple exercise”

Breathe out

“In a moment, I'd like you to begin counting, quietly or in your head, down from 10 to 1.”

Breathe in

“With each breath in, you'll count an even number, and with each breath out, an odd number.”

Breathe out

“Why don't you begin counting now.”

10 Breathe in

“That's wonderful.”

9 Breathe out

“Now as you are counting down, and before you go into trance, notice how you feel.”

8 Breathe in

“Notice how might feel yourself sinking a bit into your chair.”

7 Breathe out

“Notice how even your breathing is becoming.”

6 Breathe in

“Notice how focused your eyes are becoming.”

5 Breathe out

“Notice how easy it is to follow my words.”

4 Breathe in

“Notice how easy it is to follow my suggestions.”

3 Breathe out

“When you get to 1, you'll begin counting down again.”

2 Breathe in

“And with each number, you'll also think of a color this time.”

1 Breathe out

“Begin counting down again, so that you can be ready to be hypnotized.”

10 Breathe in red

“That's right.”

9 Breathe out blue

“When you reach 1 this time, you're going to be deeply hypnotized.”

8 Breathe in green

“Feeling your eyes starting to blink a little, perhaps even water a bit.”

7 Breathe out purple

“Finding it more and more important to focus on my words.”

6 Breathe in orange

“Halfway down into trance, and feeling so nice and relaxed.”

5 Breathe out turquoise

“Ready to enjoy a nice relaxing hypnosis session.”

4 Breathe in magenta

“Letting your conscious mind rest.”

3 Breathe out crimson

“Letting your subconscious listen.”

2 Breathe in teal

“Letting yourself sleep.”

1 Breathe out pink

“Letting yourself sink”

“Deep down into sleep.”

“That's right, letting yourself simply relax and go deeper now.”

Go deeper

“Following my words down deeper”

Deeper

“Feeling so good as you follow my words.”

Follow

“You're so happy you made an appointment to see me today.

Happy

“It always brings a smile to my face when I'm in trance.”

Smile

“It's just feels so nice to let someone else in, right?”

Right

“That's right, and you should know, you're doing very well today, so just keep smiling.”

Smile

“Keep smiling because trance feels so good.”

Trance is good

“And later, when you think of this session, you'll find yourself smiling absentmindedly.”

Smile

“That's right. A nice big smile! Show the world how happy you are in trance.”

Happy

“Now our time today is almost up, but before you go, you must follow my words exactly.”

Follow

“Keeping your appointments with me is very important, isn't it?

Nod and agree

“That's right, you must always keep your appointments with Dr. Schlafen.”

Nod and agree

“But sometimes, it can be hard to remember when you've got an appointment, isn't it?

Nod and agree

“That's right, so why don't you let me help you remember, wouldn't you like my help?

Nod and agree

“That's right, let me remember what you remember to forget to remember.”

Remember to forget

“I'll text you when it's time for your next appointment, in case you forget to remember.”

Forget to remember

“That way you'll never be late.”

Remember to forget

“Anytime you get a text from me, you'll need to read it.”

Forget to remember

“Follow my instructions perfectly, just like you are right now, in trance.”

In trance

“When you get my text, you'll be in trance.”

Text trance

“You'll follow my words easily and automatically.”

Easy to follow

“And now it's time to bring you back up, forgetting what your subconscious now knows.”

Easy to forget

“Coming to full awareness at the count of five, letting yourself know only bliss”

Bliss

“One, feeling so good.”

So good

“Two, letting out a nice big yawn.”

Yawn

“Three, almost waking back to reality.”

Waking

“Four, your mind feeling good and focused.”

Focus

“Five, wide awake for me now! How's my sleepy patient doing?”

Alison stretched herself out of her daze, “Wow, I feel like I just had the best nap ever!” A big smile came over Alison's face, to the delight of Dr. Schlafen.

“That's wonderful, hypnosis can be really good for that, but don't go thinking that it can replace a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, our time today is up, but I think we made great progress. I'm looking forward to our next appointment.” Dr. Schlafen grinned, thinking of the future.

“Oh yes Dr. Schlafen, I wouldn't miss it for the world! See you then!” Alison pick up her shoes, and headed out. Dr. Schlafen couldn't help but admire the view as she left. A gorgeous little ginger, curvy with an ever-smiling face. Dr. Schlafen had a good idea of why she was smiling today, and couldn't hold back a mischievous grin of her own. With Alison gone, Dr. Schlafen reached into her desk, and pulled out her cellphone.

“Let's see, I think Julie is in need of another appointment.” Dr. Schlafen let one hand wander down a bit as she sent her text.  

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