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1. Go searching for one that is ripe, prime, and ready. A brain that will soak up and absorb the juices.

2. Place the brain into a nearby container. It's useful to have one primed in advance for the brain, but truly any object will do.

3. lf you want really tender meat, wrap up the mind tightly with hypnotic words before beginning the marination process.

4. Pour approximately 3/4 of your power into the pan. Make sure it covers the bottom of the pan, so it will slide through it no matter how much it moves.

5. Sprinkle the mind with amazing feelings. Cover it good, making sure to spread the feelings in between each ridge and fold.

6. Let the mind sit. The amount of time to marinate sub brain is a wildly hot topic within the community, but I prefer to let it sit for a few weeks.

7. Some like to freeze their sub mind before preparing this meal. I find this sometimes affects the quality of the sub brain, but it's again, a preference thing. You can freeze it in the power and good feelings, and that can tend to be sucked into the mind pretty good.

8. Set the heat source to a quite hot simmer. Sometimes the arousal will seep deep into the mind from the heat source. Most people like their sub minds like this.

9. Cook it to your preferred temperature. I admit that I like to keep mine a little bit raw myself, honestly.

It tends to really hold on to that flavor the longer you let it steep.

10. Sometimes the mind will become so full that the juices will need to find a place to escape.

11. This is the best time to get your thought scooper and remove any leftover thoughts

Most thoughts should be pretty loose at this point, but don't be surprised if you have to use a second spoon to help with the stubborn ones.

12. Thoughts removed are paired well with that worthless resistance I've found. I usually just pour the resistance on top and consume raw.

13. Use your fingers to fold strong intoxicants into the sub mind. This makes it more pliable and flexible for inputting future suggestions and commands.

14. Depending on one's mood, you can consume it hollow/empty or you can fill the sub mind with whatever fillings you choose

Honestly, I do enjoy sub mind filled with thoughts I give it

(new fetishes, new preferences, etc), sometimes it just over complicates the dish. I think it's fine to enjoy the raw taste of completely empty mind from time to time, however.

15. Some like to plate this dish with a sauce of a mixtureof obedience and submission, maybe coupled with a garnish of hypnotic bliss. You know some like to be fancy and add some flourishy things like sparkles or flowers.I don't know if that's necessary, honestly.

Call me a bit of a purist, I guess.

16. This dish is great as a solo dish, for one to consume alone, or also perfect to share as households, during parties, or on special occasions. It can be served casually, or can be easily made to look pretty or be entertaining.

17. Just remember to not worry too much about what to add to the sub brain. As long as the brain was prepared properly ahead of time to accept those ingredients, the flavor should really come alive, working hand-in-hand with the natural tones of the mind.

18. All-in-all, I recommend giving this dish a try if it sounds like something that could be appetizing for you. It can be customized and personalized to pretty much every minute detail. It's better if you're a little bit more on the experienced side, but it's not complicated.

Happy Hypno Cooking!

"...Hmmm... I don't knooow.... Do you honestly believe you've earned it?"

Peter tapped his chin in thought. "I... I'm not sure. I... I've certainly tried to." He squirmed nervously.

Her lips slid into place, now a twisted version of a smile.

"Come here." She beckoned him with her finger. As he approached, she shifted her hand to point her index finger to the floor. Clearly understanding the meaning behind the gesture, he knelt at her feet. 

She cupped his chin with her hand, the woman's long nails touching his skin.

Her eyes sparkled as she fixed her gaze on his. It bore into Peter's soul. It felt unlike anything he had ever experienced.

She moved her fingers, placing them in a semi-circle around his face: one finger above his eyes, one on each cheek, and one in the center of his forehead.

"Fall into my Power's embrace,

Empty mind with an empty face 

Clear and nothing, vacant, too.

You are nobody; there is no you."

And with that, the man's name... It was just... Erased. Deleted. His past was... What past? This being barely existed. Its purpose was...

It turned its body to Mistress's voice. It awaited its purpose.

"Look into the mirror, slave. See your body. Every facial feature. Each detail. Gone. Empty. A void."

The being approached the nearby mirror. Sure enough, it was a beautifully hollow creature.

It felt joy.

Yes.

It was done.

He had done it. He had finally fucking pulled it off.

Turned himself into the perfect woman.

Of course, it wasn't something Adam had thought about a lot. He didn't really want to be a woman or anything.

But man, Adam couldn't help it, would you look at those TITS! He took his hands and squeezed the large chest before him.

"Holy fuck," he moaned, from the squeeze but also the pleasure from it. It felt so good.

"Well?" a man's voice called out. It was deep, dark, and had a thick British accent. "What do you think?"

Adam had thought he was alone. The man's voice startled Adam, but also... There was something else. A shiver spread down his spine.

Adam cleared his throat, a slightly higher sound than he was used to. He even sounded like a chick! This was incredible!

But now, there was something more pressing.

"Who are you?" Adam asked the intruder, "What are you doing in my house?”

"Your house? Look around you; you're in my studio. You're in my home. Don't you remember?" the man responded, his voice continuing to have an effect on Adam's now-feminine body. 

Adam looked around, still skeptical. But the man wasn't lying. Sure enough, he wasn't at home.

"Oh. I'm uh...I'm sorry. I'm just a little bit..." Adam heard his (her) own voice stronger this time, "confused, I guess."

Maybe it would be best to play dumb. But also... He truly was confused. Where was he? How did he become a woman? Who was this mysterious man?

"Don't worry, Adam. Everything will be clear soon enough," the man snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, Adam's mind was filled with memories. Who he... She was.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mae fluttered her eyes. They wouldn't stay open for more than a few moments before shutting again.

She turned around. 

Her eyes rested on her hypnotist's familiar tall hat.

"Oh my god, that was intense!" Mae yelled loudly, her voice almost shrill with excitement. "I seriously believed I was a guy who turned into a woman. I was so fucking excited to have boobs.”

Her hypnotist wandered over, clearly quite pleased with himself.

Mae giggled and scoffed loudly at the man. "Did you enjoy yourself, Sir?"

A deep chuckle erupted from the center of his chest. "Yes, puppet. I certainly did.”

This is a little more graphic than most of my other writings. I hope you enjoy.

I hear the door open. Instinctively, my mind immediately wants to stop. Years and years of being taught masturbation was shameful and to be secretive have conditioned me well.

But I'm too far gone now. Too hot. Too excited. Too.. fucking... close.

He reaches the bottom of the stairs and looks at me. His face morphs into an expression of confusion, then to a hint of recognition as to what I am doing.

I moan, my fingers deep inside me.

"Mistre-" he starts, staring at my body writhing in pleasure.

"On your knees and jerk off for me. Now." My voice is hardly the firm entity it usually is when issuing orders. It wavers between whimpering and loud, pleasured groaning.

He falls to the floor with a loud thud, his knees hitting the ground hard. His hand slides down his pants, and he watches my hand.

I purposely begin to rub myself in a circular motion, mimicking a spiral shape around my wet pussy. I smile and bite my lip.

He licks his lips, following the movement. The bulge between his legs continues to move faster with the motion of his hand. He lets out a gasp, clearly surprised by the arousal he's experiencing.

I continue to rub and stroke and touch and finger; controlling him and mesmerizing him with my pussy turns me on so much.

"Lick my pussy. Bring me pleasure. Show me your devotion by helping bringing me to orgasm, slave." I take my hand out of my panties and point down.

He leaps forward, enthusiastic with lust. He pushes his face between my thighs. His tongue slides in and again he gasps. The amount of pleasure he gets from licking me competes with that of him touching himself.

My throat lets out a deep sound, the pleasure escaping through my voice. I feel myself getting even closer, ready...ready...ready to...

"Oh, my god. I'm going to cum. When I do, you're going to feel yourself give in deeper. Further. You're going to submit more than ever.”

"Oh muh gawd, yesh Mishtress" he struggles to respond. He licks harder, faster, deeper.

I can't hold back anymore. I lean back and let go. The world disappears as I explode with sexual energy. My pussy bursts and I orgasm stronger than I have in a long time.

I take the back of his neck and pull him off me. He wants more, but I'm done.

I lean down. I place my lips on his and give him a deep kiss. He moans again, and I lick my own juices off his lip.

"Good pussy slave." I say, as I pull my panties back on, stand up, and leave.

I breathe deeply, getting his attention. I can see his mind working through his furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. He's trying to guess my next move. His pupils move under closed lids.
I smile as I match my breathing with his. Gently, slowly, subtlety. There's a rhythm and rhyme between our breaths; it flows from the bottom of our lungs to the edges of our mouths. I take the lead of our dance, prolonging each instance of inhalation.

He follows, whether he's aware of it or not.We lie in silence, a chorus of desires and urges hanging in the air. I hold my breath for a half second, noting that he too has stopped. Before he takes notice, I let the air escape, and he follows suit.We follow this pattern for several minutes: me matching his breathing, slowing it down, holding it for a moment, before continuing to match his breathing again.

Suddenly, I'm interrupted by another sigh, this one of defeat. Trance has claimed its victim once again.

That's not quite true; it was the *motion*.

The way they pulled the air down, dragged my mind into trance, weighed my every thought down into the familiar feeling of hypnosis.

It felt like he had pulled one of those cords old light bulbs had on them

instead of switches. One moment my mind was active, its normal busyness;

the next, it was empty.

I felt my eyelids tug. My mouth fell, as if it had been stung with a needle of

novacaine. My body went limp.

My attention was drawn to my mind, which was now quiet and few of

thought. It was far too much work to think about anything other than how

good his voice felt.

He would say certain words or phrases that were brightly highlighted within

me. These would elicit a movement from my lips and vocal chords, but I

was hardly bothered by any of it. It just happened and it felt good.

I never wanted this dream, this desire, this pleasure to fade. I held on to the

feeling, soaking it in with every inch of me. I needed more.

But something in his voice triggered a response in me: it was time to come

back. It was time to leave this paradise and wake up.

But something in his voice triggered a response in me: it was time to come

back. It was time to leave this paradise and wake up.

As my eyes blinked against the desk light in front of me, my thoughts

slowly bubbled up from their hiding places. My mind was able to function

again.

The loudest part of my mind screamed out in lust, needing so much

more. I kept my outward appearance collected, but inside, I was far from

reasonable.

On repeat, his voice echoed "You must please me. You must please me.

What would make me happiest? What can you do to please me?" My inner

monologue was a broken record of submission and control.

Over time, this would become quieter and I would feel more like myself.

Within the hour, I would be back to me.

But for that moment, I was more complete than I'd ever been. I was in my

rightful place.

And...I was happy.

#hypnovember Day 9- Drool

"...and you can now feel your mind melting."

My mind followed the suggestion without hesitation. I could feel my facial features droop, mouth and cheeks sagging at the sides. My eyes closed, and my jaw went slack.

"With every breath," Master continued, "you'll feel your mind dropping."

I took another deep breath and felt those words' effects immediately. My eyes closed, my mouth opened, and I felt saliva fill my mouth. I was so relaxed, so comfortable, I was forgetting basic functions.

The liquid dripped down to my lip. It left my mouth. As it ran down my chin, Master approached.

"Feel that?" He whispered, "That's your mind, falling out of your mouth. Your brain pouring down your chin. Your consciousness leaving your body and puddling in your lap."

"That, my dear," His words slithered out of his mouth, "is everything you are being condensed to nothing but a small wet spot on your shirt."

"Absolutely not. No way." Alex turned away in a huff. Her eyes felt dry, a little tired, but certainly not 'sleepy.' She was able to think on her own just fine. Jesse was just teasing her.

"Alex, freeze," Jesse's voice echoed in her mind.Without prior thought or warning, Alex's entire body went rigid. Her thoughts disappeared, freezing in their spots.

Jesse approached his friend's still form. With a grin, he snapped his fingers once more.

Alex's eyes blinked several times before they finally focused.

"What was I saying?" Alex's mind felt fuzzy.

"Oh, just that you couldn't be hypnotized."

Alex lowered her gaze, trying to remember. Within a few moments, it clicked.

"Right! There is no way you could ever hypnotize me. Absolutely not. No way."

WARNING: Hypnotic language with Dominant themes.

You never do things like this. The paper was just in your pocket. When you pulled the paper out and saw the address scrawled on it, you couldn't contain the curiousity inside. You had jumped into your car hastily and immediately put the address into your GPS app.

Now you're here. And the door still beckons. You can't remember much of the drive, except for the occassional remind to slow yourself down. You try to stall and distract and rationalize yourself out of this situation. But something still pulls you in.

Realizing there is no fighting, you pull the handle to your car and stand up, exiting the vehicle. As you turn around to face the house, the magnetism is stronger than ever. Something is waiting for you inside. You just know it.

Your feet drag you across the grass of the lawn, ignoring the paved walkway. You glance down at the paper you now have in your hand. There is one more thing written on the paper. The moment you had read this word, your body had moved automatically.

Nothing else matters. Not a job. Not a life. Nothing but being here. And the final word on the paper. You knock on the door. The word sits on your tongue. It waits. It needs to be said. Needs to be moaned. Needs to be-

The door begins to move.

Behind the door, a woman stands before you. Her eyes sparkle with the intensity of every soul within heaven and hell, her lips are a deep red like the scalding hot pleasure rushing through you now, and her curves that compete with the marble figurines of Goddesses.

The word slips out of your lips.

"Mistress."

You fall to your knees. You never wish to rise. You never wish to be anything more than the nothing that you feel like right now. Your mind craves to stare into those swirling, mesmerizing eyes and listen to words from those lips.

"Mistress."

You can't stop repeating the word again and again in your mind. And you just need more. You need to let go of everything else and give everything to your One True Mistress.

You need to serve and obey and kneel and beg and belong to the One True Mistress.

Your mind shatters into a billion different pieces as you realize that you've fallen into a trap. That you had lost the moment you reached into your pocket. There is no way out now.

And that's just the way you like it.

Those words ring through my mind, like bells echoing in the morning air. 

For him? I would do anything for him. I would give him my heart, surrender my mind, sacrifice my innermost desires. 

When he says those words, my heart leaps and a blanket of warmth wraps around it. My eyes flood over with a blue haze, one that almost blinds me. I normally need to be aware of myself and my thoughts at all times; with him, I allow myself to rest. I trust him. I give him all of me, including my defenses.

There is a rumble to his voice that shakes my soul and leaves my legs like jello. It sends a shock through my system with every word he utters. His voice, oh my god, his voice. It’s like every good memory that I have within my mind is being relived when he speaks. My mouth waters for more of what only he can give me. His eyes pierce into my mind and I feel my own begin to swirl and spiral in response.

Reaching into his pocket, he slid his phone out to see who the caller was. Andy sighed again, seeing his wife's name on his phone. They had gotten into a fight before leaving for work. He was just not in the mood. He cleared his throat and shoved his phone back into his pants.

Andy burrowed his face in his hands. He knew that he really needed to finish these reports, but his mind was everywhere else. Looking out the window, he followed several cars with his eyes. Andy didn't hate his job like most people, but he was distracted.
Who was she?

She walked opposite of him near the shops on Andy's commute to work. He had seen her 2 days in a row. He couldn't get her out of his head. Bright red hair that wove around her face, neck, and shoulders. Her bright red lips. Long legs. Cute feet in perfect heels.
She walked with a grace and confidence that turned Andy on so much. She smiled through her lips and crystal silver eyes. She wore makeup that only enhanced her natural features. She was beautiful. To Andy, she was possibly the most beautiful creature he had ever envisioned. 
Andy's fantasies were startled away by a knock at the door. Glancing over, he furled his brow in confusion as his boss walked in.
"Hey, Andrew. I have a new client who would like to discuss opening an account with us. Can you please help her out?" 
Ugh. Andy hated consultations. He didn't get commissions, and it felt like such a waste of time. Andy looked at his boss, glaring. He knew that Andrew wasn't a fan of these things.
"Oh, um..." Andy stammered, flustered, "Sure. Of course. Send them in." 
Andy's boss left the room, and Andy could hear him talking to someone.
Expecting his normal geriatric man, he was surprised to see a woman walk into his office.
Not just any woman. Her. Her hair and eyes gave her away instantly. Her perfection was immediately recognizable. 
She wore a classy, yet sexy red suit that showed just enough of her cleavage. Enough to make him imagine, fantasize, fascinate on...
Oh, fuck. He was staring. Andy swallowed and attempted to get his thoughts organized.
"Hello, ma'am. My name is Andrew Robinson." 
She crossed the room with that same confidence he had found so attractive. Andrew stood up, held out his hand, and prepared to feel her hand against his in a handshake.
But it never came.
She just stared at him. Looked once at his hand. Stared into his eyes again.
She stood inches away from Andrew. He could smell her aroma. It wasn't perfume, but just her delicious and sweet natural odor. It was intoxicating to be so close to her.
Her smile disarmed him. He no longer had any sense of guard or protection. He was vulnerable. 
She reached in finally, slowly. As he leaned for her hand, she quickly grabbed his wrist. Andrew's mind couldn't quite comprehend what just happened. She had moved too quickly. She had grabbed his wrist. She had done everything off. Wrong. He didn't know how to resp- 
Sleep now." She spoke sternly.
Andy's mind was so confused. So lost. The moment she spoke, Andy's mind welcomed the instruction. He needed to be told how to react, and he needed to react that way. It was too confusing not to. 
Andy's eyes slammed shut, and his head slumped forward. He didn't pass out. It wasn't like he was unconscious. But he was unable to fight. He was unable to think about fighting. It just felt good to notice how he had his head rested in that perfect cleavage. 
Was it proper? Was it appropriate? Was this a good thing to do at work?
These were thoughts that passed through Andy's mind, as he had his face on her chest. He wanted to just relax like this for the rest of eternity. He had nothing to do. Nothing to worry about. "Well, then, Andy. You're going to be coming with me. Get your wallet and your coat. We're going shopping."
Andrew didn't have the strength or the fight to resist. All he wanted was more of her. All he wanted was to see her smile. All he wanted was to give her everything. "Yes, ma'am." Andy mumbled, hardly able to move his lips.
"Oh, no, love," the woman smiled sinisterly, "It's Mistress from now on."

Picture this:

You wake up one day, feeling a bit strange. You start to rouse, dragging yourself out of bed. You go to brush your teeth, shower, do the normal things you do in the morning. However, something seems different. You feel drawn, propelled by something.

Your body seems to work on its own. You put on some clothes and some cologne. You grab your keys, head out the door, and start driving.

'What am I doing?' you wonder. 'Where am I going?' Despite your internal argument, you can't stop yourself.

Your arms and legsautomatically make the motions of driving. You drive for hours, unsure of what's going on. Suddenly, you see a hotel and pull over. Your legs feel like jello as you walk over to a room door. You knock on the one listed "9."

You shake with anticipation, still having no clue what's going on. The door slowly opens, a woman on the other side.

No. Not a woman. A Goddess. In leather.

She sneers, ushering you in. Without hesitation, your legs force you in the room. The gorgeous woman closes the door behind you. This small motion triggers something within you. Your legs collapse.

You end up on your knees, looking down at the floor. It feels like the wind got knocked out of you. You gasp for air as you hear thigh-high leather boots on the floor, getting closer. You swallow hard. You don't know what's going to happen. The woman grabs the back of your neck and wraps a collar around it.

"You remember your place, don't you, slave?" She whispers into your ear. "You can remember your orders now. The orders I gave you to wake up, to drive to this hotel, and to come here to me. You can remember how I made you forget all of that and how easily your mind accepted it. Now, allow that to sink in and prepare yourself. I have a lot in store for you."

The man wanted to struggle, fight back, flee. He was so afraid, but his muscles and body wouldn't respond. He trusted this woman with his mind and body, but at this moment, he felt so helpless and completely out of control. His resistance was failing.

His every limb refused to respond to his mind's pleas to move. Her words affected him in ways he couldn't explain nor begin to understand. All he knew was that he was trapped...and there was a storm brewing in his mind.

One part of his mind begged to be set free. He was afraid, so very afraid, of what this loss of control actually meant. He couldn't move, and he was trying so hard to fight against his mental bondage.

The other part of his mind was getting so turned on. It was becoming overwhelmed with the amount of arousal and helplessness it was experiencing. It was being flooded with endorphins, while the other part was quaking in fear.

The two parts of his mind were conflicted: One afraid of how turned on he was getting, the other getting more turned on by the growing terror. His Mistress had his consent to do just about anything she wanted, and he trusted her to play safely, but there was something about this time that made his heart drop. It felt more real, more... authentic. Maybe it was the primal look in her eyes. Perhaps it was the way they had jumped into play rather than working up to it like usual. Whatever it was... It was intense.

She sucked at his cock multiple times, stroked it, and then climbed on top. The man wanted to prove to himself that he was still in control. He could still fight. He didn't have to get more aroused. He didn't have to cum. He was strong. It was *his* body. He'd show her.

But within moments, moans were escaping the man's lips. He couldn't help it. There was nothing he could do to make her stop. And he enjoyed it. She was using him for her pleasure. He was loving every moment of the fear-enveloped scene.

"Fight me, slave. Show me how much you can fight." The man twitched at her words. "You don't *have* to cum, do you? You're a strong man. You can fight me, can't you?" She mocked him. Her voice was dripping with ridicule.

The man couldn't stop it. He was getting harder by the second. It felt strange and scary and so very hot, especially as he found his fight faltering. As he neared climax, he felt it.

His resistance, failing. His will, broken. He was not who he thought he once was. He was a slave. He was submissive. He was weak for his Mistress. And with that realization, he lost the battle.

He erupted into an orgasm more intense than he had ever experienced. His mind floated on fantasies that he finally got to see come true. Things he had dreamt about as a teenager had just happened to him for real. And it was better than he could have ever imagined.

The man basked in ecstasy as the powerful, yet gentle women held and calmed him. He had pleased her. That's all that he needed to know. He was a good boy. His purpose was fulfilled.

[Based on a real session with my live-in slave. We have negotiated scenes like this in the past and everything was done safely, consensually, and to both of our best interests. We have the best relationship, filled with love and fun.]

Brian typed a few things on his computer and glanced at his clock. The interview was supposed to start in 5 minutes, so he prepared the paperwork, shifted a few things on his desk, and awaited the buzzer call.

"Your next interview is here," his secretary called over the intercom. Brian called back, inviting the woman in.

A beautiful woman woman walked in, wearing a short pencil skirt, a low-cut top underneath a suit jacket, and gorgeous high heels. She moved with a grace that Brian couldn't help but note.

Brian stood up, holding his arm out to shake the hand of the ravishing female before him. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Waters." Rose smiled, her brilliant white teeth shining from under her bright red lips.

"Yes, well, why don't you have a seat and we'll get started," Brian motioned to the chair behind Rose. She had a seat, crossing her long, bewitching legs, slowly and seductively.

Brian began the interview normally. "So I noticed you worked as a receptionist before. What was that like?" Rose contemplated for a half-second, running her finger over her lips and responding, "Yes. It was a lovely job."

"Oh, lovely, and do you have experience with word processors and other programs?" Again, she ran her finger over her lips, and nodded, "Yes, I can name a few if you'd like." This is when Brian noticed her eyes.

"No, that's fine...I think..." Brian had lost his train of thought. He sighed taking a moment to get back on trac- "Actually, do you think I can ask you a few questions, Mr. Waters?" The woman touched her lips again.

This shocked Brian, but he still didn't see a reason why not. "Go right ahead." Rose shifted her position in the chair, crossing her legs the other way and resting in a way that her top showed her lovely cleavage.

"Have you ever dreamed about being dominated by a real woman?" Rose raised her eyebrows, and brushed her finger seductively against her lips.

Brian was taken aback by the question, but couldn't help but reflect on it. He had, in fact, fantasized about kneeling before a sexy woman. He just hadn't taken the time to really enjoy the thought before.

"Uh...I think that is an inappro-" Brian began, just as Rose stood up and approached him. Brian panicked. "I think I'll need to ask you to lea-" The breathtaking beauty stood over him and smiled.

"Brian, do you want to kneel for me?" The beautiful woman touched her lips slowly. Brian felt the need. Craving. Burning desire to kneel at her sexy legs. But...he was strong. He was in charge. He needed to-

"Kneel for me," the seductress whispered, and touched her lips one more time. This was too much. Brian fell off his chair to his knees. "I-I-I...."Brian had no words.

"Tell me that I'm hired, Brian. Tell me that you want me to have a special desk right in this office with you. Tell me that you want me as close to you as possible." Rose sneered, touching her lips gently. "Call me Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," Brian was broken. He couldn't do anything. She could have anything she wanted. He was weak. And he just wanted to please this gorgeous seductress.

"Good boy," Rose responded, patting Brian gently on the head. "Now, tell everyone that you and I are going to lunch. I have some plans for you."

Brian Waters, CEO, was long gone. He had no power. No resistance. He just wanted to please his Mistress Rose. He just wanted to sink deeper for her and farther under her spell. Brian Waters was now a mindless slave and would do anything his Mistress Rose asked of him.

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?

Hush now, sweet one, have no fear

You can relax now that I am here.

Relax your body, calm your mind

And utter pleasure you will find.

Relax and be calm, drift far away,

And follow the words that I have to say.

It feels right, and it feels good

When you obey, like you know you should.

Let my words help you to go down deep

And send your body and mind to a sound sleep

Because you enjoy that submission so much

And in your mind, my control does touch.

So be good, little one, and soon you will see

How good it can be, should you obey me

Come back up, come back to me,

But be prepared to never, ever be free.

I thank Calamity for posting something similar. I did have this typed up yesterday, but was rereading it before posting it. I know it can be a delicate topic as of right now. It's important to know the intentions of something to resolve matters before they get out of hand.

Lately, I've been noticing a lot of concern and criticism in regards to a new erotic hypnosis site being started (specifically this one). A lot of people appear to be disapproving. Some people have said that it creates a splintering affect on the community. Others have this strange thought-process that there can only be a certain number of erotic hypnosis sites and they're all at a kind of war with each other. A lot of people seem to be very skeptical and overly-critical for a need of a new hypnosis site. I'm not really certain where those concerns come from.

First, let's get this out in the open. I am a moderator now of Hypwatch. The administrators of this site are, in fact, dear friends of mine. I'm not exactly unbiased in this matter, I suppose. I do, however, feel that this matter is important to be addressed as soon as possible, to hopefully put some of these negative feelings towards this site to rest early on.

Please note: these are my thoughts, feelings, and opinions on the topic. This is how I've seen the creation of this site since before it came into existence. There's been a need for a new site for a long while now, in my opinion, and it just so happens that these are the people who have created it.

“Where Everyone is Welcome.” This is the tagline that's posted nearly everywhere on Hypwatch. It's so, so important to me. There are erotic hypnosis sites out there that force you to full-out verify you are who you say you are through a sequence of tasks.

Others expect you to be a certain type of person (submissive, slave, hypnotist-only, etc). This is fine. I'm not saying there's anything against these types of websites. But this site, Hypwatch, is accepting of anyone who is eighteen years and over (which is a prerequisite for any possibly-adult-themed website) and anyone who is human (of course, I imagine I could make a case for the non-humans out there). Hypwatch is claiming to be ready and raring to let anyone in, and to keep the users safe still in the process.

Anonymity is important to a lot of people in this community. Jobs and lives hang in the balance and the forcing of people to reveal themselves is very frightening. I don't have this fear, but I know a lot of people who do.

As for splintering the community, I don't see any fear of that. People talk and converse about other sites all the times.It's not exactly appropriate etiquette, but recommendations are more than welcome for other sites. This is just another entry way to the erotic hypnosis community- a way to find other sites as well. There's nothing wrong with options, and it shouldn't be taking anyone away from previously-used sites. And if it does, maybe that other site isn't what you're looking for. Again, giving options isn't a bad thing. In fact, it should just help the community grow stronger.

This site is work in progress. It's growing and building and only aiming to help the community band together. We are hypno-kinksters united, finding ourselves and helping others find themselves in different ways. Hypwatch can be a gateway for people to find their inner-kinkster. It can help people find bonds beyond they can not imagine. And I think that, together, we can make the hypnosis community bigger and more united than anyone ever thought possible.