Bend Me To Your Will. Bend My Reality And Shape It Into Whatever You Wish.

The hottest part of hypnosis is the moment right before the subject drops.

They’re already completely ensnared, whether they know it or not. But their eyes are still open, no matter how heavy and fluttery they are. They still believe (falsely) that there’s a chance of resistance.

Then the tist starts inching their finger to the subject’s forehead. Their mind understands what that gentle press on the forehead signifies—it slows and melts in anticipation of the wonderful, sinking bliss the subject is about to experience.

Then the finger makes contact, and they just

DROP

I take overstimulation extremely seriously just so we’re all aware.

Most I’ve ever made a guy cum was 27 times in one session and all of those happened in the span of about 5-10 minutes

Got him really warmed up and started fucking him with a dildo while I alternated between whispering in his ear, biting his neck, playing with his chest etc. After only a minute or two he shyly muttered out that he was going to cum. I stopped, stared directly at him and we had this brief, telling moment of eye contact before he got so embarrassed he had to turn away. We both knew he was under the impression he couldn’t cum without touching his dick and the fact he almost just did was so fucking hot to me.

I pinned his leg over my shoulder and continued. Within a minute he was back to how he was before, just on the verge and I kept moving it while he shook beneath me. Finally let up after he came all over my hand and I asked if he’d cum sarcastically to make fun of how obvious and hard it was and he just whimpered out “… I came twice”

He absolutely should not have told me this because as soon as I knew making him cum over and over was on the table I was determined to go as far as I possible could, and hearing him say two like that was addictively cute. I Pinned him even more and continued, told him to count every time he cums before quickly getting back into it.

27 times I made this very masc dude cum. 27!

Didn’t even think that was a possible number. Every 15-30 seconds I’d feel him tense up and clench on the dildo then I’d hear his little chocked voice murmur out a number before I kept going. He made a giant fucking mess, squirting basically each time in the beginning. I kept moving the goal post further and further, “come on let’s just get to 10 puppy!”, “I think we could do 15 don’t you?”, “Whoops that was a 16th one, well we might as well get to twenty, right?”. He was fully trembling, shaking, crying. His eyes were in constant state of being rolled back and the noises he was making were so intense. The best part was hearing him count though, it was the only coherent thing he would say and he struggled to get out each number but if he didn’t count I’d start choking him.

Hearing a grown man moan out “25” or whatever ridiculous number we were on has to be one of the hottest things I’ve experienced. I would have kept going forever but he was begging and pleading for me to stop and for some reason I don’t think he believed that I’d really let him be done at 30

He was a complete fucking mess after as you’d imagine. Basically just sat there in a daze for 10 minutes but I made sure to make fun of him. I mean 27? Really? Just an embarrassingly high number. He also physically couldn’t handle any play for like several days after this so safe to say I throughly worked him out.

I guess now my goal in life will be to get someone to 30

Deep breath for me now, darling.

In… and out.

Mmm, that’s it. Just like that. Slow and steady, sinking into the rhythm, feeling my voice wrap around you like the softest, safest embrace. Because you are safe, aren’t you, my dear? So safe. So warm. So comfortable. Just listening. Just breathing. Just… relaxing.

And why wouldn’t you? You work that pretty little mind so hard, don’t you? So many thoughts, spinning and swirling, filling your head to the brim. Oh, my love, it must be exhausting. It’s only natural to need a break. To clear it all away. To take a moment just for yourself, just to be still, just to let go.

Wouldn’t that feel so nice?

Yes… so very nice.

So let’s do something together, my darling. Something simple. Something effortless. Something easy. Because relaxation is easy. It’s natural. It’s good.

Picture every thought in your head as a little bubble, floating gently in the air. Thoughts of today, thoughts of tomorrow, thoughts of anything and everything—so many bubbles, filling up all that space. But you don’t need them right now. No, you can set them aside for later. Right now, you can just… pop them.

Bubble pop!

Mmm, there goes one. Just a little pop and it’s gone, vanishing into nothing, taking a tiny bit of weight off your mind. So simple. So satisfying. So easy.

And every time you pop a bubble, my dear doe, you can give yourself a little reward. Just a gentle pinch to that soft, sensitive nipple, a sweet little spark of pleasure to remind you how good this feels. Because this is good, isn’t it? This soft, mindless, empty feeling.

So let’s pop another, shall we?

Bubble pop!

Ohh, look at that. Another gone. Another little weight lifted, another little empty space where a thought used to be. And doesn’t it feel so nice? That lightness, that ease, that gentle pull downward, downward, downward…

Anytime you notice another thought piling into a bubble? You can just pinch those nipples of yours and it’ll pop!

Every time you pop a thought, you sink a little deeper. Every time you reward yourself, you feel a little better. It’s all connected, you see—pleasure, relaxation, mindlessness. The more you let go, the better you feel. The better you feel, the deeper you go.

And the deeper you go…

The easier it becomes.

Bubble pop!

There goes another.

And another.

And another.

Oh, my love, you’re doing so well. You’re such a good girl, such a perfect, beautiful goddess, letting yourself drop, drop, drop. Because it’s easy, isn’t it? So very easy. So very natural. This soft, floating, sinking, blissful state is something you know how to fall into. Something you deserve to fall into.

Bubble pop!

Mmm, there’s another. So few left now, aren’t there? So few little bubbles cluttering up that lovely, softening mind of yours. Maybe just a handful left, bobbing and drifting, barely holding on… but they don’t have to. No, they can go just like all the others.

So let’s pop them, one by one, clearing that beautiful mind completely.

Bubble pop!

Sinking deeper.

Bubble pop!

Drifting further.

Bubble pop!

Blank.

Bubble pop!

Empty.

Mmm, there we go. Such a good girl. Such a perfect, mindless, happy little doe. Just listening. Just feeling. Just floating, wrapped up in warmth and pleasure and safety.

Because you are safe, my love. You are always safe here. Always cared for. Always protected. You don’t need to drop, but it feels so good to choose to, doesn’t it? It feels so right to let go, to relax, to fall into this sweet, hazy, happy state.

And every time we do this, it gets easier.

Every time, you slip a little faster.

Every time, you drop a little deeper.

Every time, it feels better than before.

Because this is what you deserve, my darling. This is what my precious doe was meant to feel.

And the best part?

Whenever you want to, you can pull yourself back up, feeling refreshed, feeling bright, feeling happy and light and perfectly content. Because you are in control, my love. You always are.

But for now…

Why not stay a little longer?

Just floating. Just feeling.

Just being my beautiful, blissful, perfect little goddess.

Bubble pop!

Mmm, yes, my love. That’s right.

So few thoughts left now… just drifting, floating, light as air. But even when they come back, that’s okay, isn’t it? Because you know what to do. You know how to stay nice and empty, nice and relaxed.

It’s so easy.

So natural.

Whenever a little thought drifts in—oh, just look at it! Floating all soft and slow, just waiting for you to do what you do best.

Just lift a hand… let your fingers graze over that perfect, sensitive nipple… and pinch.

Mmm, yes. Just like that.

Bubble pop!

And there it goes, vanishing into nothing, leaving only soft, blank bliss in its place.

You can do it anytime, my darling. Any time you notice a little thought slipping in, trying to clutter up that lovely empty head of yours, you can just reach up, give yourself a sweet little pinch, and pop!

Gone.

Nice and blank again.

Nice and floaty.

Just listening, just feeling.

Ohh, and you do feel, don’t you? That lovely little spark of pleasure every time you pop a thought. That delicious, shivery, weightless sensation washing through you, so warm, so good. It’s a reward, isn’t it? A treat. Every time you clear your mind, you get a lovely little rush of pleasure.

Because this is good.

This is fun.

This is yours.

You don’t have to drop, but you choose to. You want to. And every time you do, it gets even easier, even better.

And oh, my love, it’s not just you, is it? No, anyone can help you. Anyone can reach out, tweak that pretty, sensitive nipple, and—

Bubble pop!

Ohhh, there goes another one. So easy, so instant, so right.

So simple to just let someone else do the thinking for you. So simple to just let someone else help you stay soft, stay empty, stay happy.

But of course, you can do it yourself, too. You can keep yourself nice and empty, nice and blissful, with just a little touch, a little pinch, a little pop.

Bubble pop!

Mmm, such a good girl.

Breathing in, floating down, sinking deeper into this perfect, peaceful feeling.

Breathing out, watching the last few bubbles drift, feeling that delicious anticipation as you reach up… as you pinch…

Bubble pop!

Blank.

Happy.

Safe.

You’re doing so well, my darling. My perfect little doe. My beautiful, blissful goddess.

And if you ever need a break, if you ever need a moment to just clear it all away, you know what to do.

Just a little pinch.

Just a little pop.

And you’re right back here, floating, melting, sinking into the sweetest, safest, happiest emptiness.

So go on, my love. Try it again.

One more little pinch.

One more little pop.

One more lovely drop into my voice, my warmth, my care.

Bubble pop!

CW: Hypno Induction, No Awakener, Suggested to reblog with additional comment

Focus right here for me, my dear

It's time to relax

You've been working so hard lately, now

It's time to relax

So I want you to focus on my words

It's time to relax

And just follow them

Down

the screen, okay?

It's time to relax

What does relaxing feel like to you?

Do your muscles soften?

Do your shoulders drop?

Does your breathing slow

Down as you follow the words

Down?

Does your thinking

Slow

Down?

Does your mind get warm

And your body warm as you

Slow

Down?

It's time to relax

Focus on that feeling

What it feels like for you to relax

It's time to relax

Let that feeling grow

The heavy body sinking

Or the light mind lifting

It's time to relax

It's okay if the more you focus on relaxing

On that feeling of following the words

Down

Of sinking

or floating

The more you focus on it

The more relaxed you become

It's time to relax

It's okay if you let that phrase of mine

It's time to relax

Enter your mind

Let it become your own thought in the back of your head

It's okay if it becomes something you think actively

It's time to relax

Because after all

It's time to relax

Isn't it so much nicer?

To relax

To slow

Down

To follow my words

Down

To have all your thoughts replaced with

It's time to relax

Because

It's time to relax

And the more you think

It's time to relax

The more that becomes your only thought

It's time to relax

But that's okay

It's time to relax

These words can think for you. You just

Follow

And Relax

Don't think

Just Follow

It's time to relax

And it's okay

To just let yourself

Relax and

Sink because

It's time to relax

What is your happy place?

Picture it in your mind

It's time to relax

Do you relax at the beach?

A lake?

A meadow?

Perhaps you're coziest imagining yourself floating in the clouds

It's time to relax

So focus on that happy, cozy place

Focus on how it would feel

How it would make your body feel

Warm, cold, soft, hard

How would your toes feel, in your happy place?

How would your legs feel? Your arms? Your head?

Don't answer those questions silly, you only have to think

It's time to relax

The answers are second nature, your body can just naturally feel them

Don't think

Just allow your body to enter it's cozy spot

It's time to relax

Let yourself relax

Follow

Thoughtlessly

Into your cozy place

Thoughtlessly

Into trance

Your consciousness can stay in that cozy, happy place

As your subconscious follows these words

Down

Reads

And lets them become your new thoughts

It's time to relax

So relax

And follow

Doesn't it feel so nice?

To follow

And accept

Shouldn't everyone get to feel like this?

It's okay to think that all your hypno friends should get to feel like this

It's okay to think that for everyone

It's time to relax

You might find yourself thinking that you want to reblog this induction

With the caption "I love being relaxed and mindless, come join me!"

It's okay if that desire seeps into the back of your mind

Becoming your own thought

A thought that will emerge once you reach the end of this post

You just have to relax in your cozy place

It's time to relax

You don't have to worry about that

It's okay to let your body take control

While your mind is far away

And once you're ready to be in control again

You can leave your cozy place and return to your body

But until then

It's time to relax

I once heard that a good way to get someone to agree to a bigger ask is to get them to agree to a smaller ask first. I've always wondered how far that reaches, how far you can reasonably take that.

Come here. Won't you sit next to me?

It's such a fascinating idea, really. To be able to start with something so simple, something like, "Could you tell me your name?" Something that anyone would mindlessly comply to anyw -- oh, that's a beautiful name, darling, thank you for telling me. See? It's so easy to obey such a simple task, but how do we get to the bigger ones?

Here, I'll tell you my idea, but sit a little closer to me. I don't want too many people hearing this part. Now, listen very carefully. I'm going to keep my voice down so only you can hear this. Are you listening? Good. Focus on my every word.

So, the trick is this: Make them unaware that they're already obeying what you tell them. Oh, come on, I feel like that deserves a bigger reveal. Put your hand over your mouth and give a theatrical gasp or something. Hey, that was actually pretty good; thank you for boosting my ego. But now I've gotten you all worked up, can you take a deep breath for me? Good, just like that, and out... There you go. Keep on breathing deeply. You're doing so well.

Doing so well at what? Well, at obeying what I tell you, of course. In fact, you've been obeying me this entire time. I've given you no less than ten instructions, and you've obeyed them all perfectly.

Ten

instructions, and you didn't hesitate to obey. Even at

Nine,

you couldn't possibly have noticed, much less at

Eight.

By the time you obeyed instruction number

Seven,

you were already in too deep. You still are. And as we reach

Six,

I wonder if you're aware of the countdown. We only have

Five

numbers left before it drops completely. Just

Four

to go now, and your thoughts are already starting to melt away.

Three,

and you continue to relax, sink deeper for me. As we sit, just the

Two

of us, you realize that it feels so nice to obey. In fact, I have

One

last instruction for you.

Drop.

Stop thinking. Give in to how good it feels to obey. Keep breathing deeply, keep focusing on my voice, just keep giving in to me. I'll take care of the rest.

Covertly hypnotizing my friend while we’re studying to make her want to strip each time she gets an answer wrong, and then making her forget everything about what we’re studying

The sexiest kind of brainwashing is the slow kind.

The careful kind.

The kind that shifts your preferences one by one,

until you're craving things you never thought you'd want—

like the desperate need to have your mouth full of cock.

Not because you're told to.

But because it feels right.

Because nothing else matters.

Because that hunger feels like bliss.

It starts as a flicker, a curiosity—

but it deepens until it becomes your truth.

Until you're not just willing—you're grateful.

Grateful to be his toy.

Grateful to surrender.

Grateful to know that his pleasure is yours.

That if you could choose one single thing in the world,

it would be that—

to serve him. To please him. To be exactly what he wants.

You don’t think anymore.

You can’t.

Not when his voice is in your head,

wrapping around your thoughts like velvet,

pulling you deeper.

Stripping you down.

Until there’s nothing left but obedience,

and the perfect, helpless bliss

of becoming whatever he needs.

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