Y’all Are Sick Fucks!! You Need Help From A Therapist Who’d Stroke To Your Face, Grope Your Tits

being an actual, real life hypnotist is fucking wild. like, yes i have people in my life who i can literally instruct to do almost *anything* and they can barely resist doing it. I can make my friends feel emotions with a word and they don’t even know it. i can make them forget entire days. i can make them tie themselves up and they come out of trance surprised at how rope cuffs just appeared on them. i can make people cum on command after maybe 30 minutes of training. i have so much fucking power over these people and it’s so fun but also a little scary? i could ruin their lives in minutes. i have to instruct them that only i can put them into trance or give commands because i’m the only person i can trust to not misuse it. great power great responsibility etc etc

its *so* incredibly fun for facilitating non hypno kinks though like. the possibilities are endless

Sagume getting hypnotized into being just a regular Moon Bunny! by gingerlemxn

you were just like any other girl when I met you. Except for that damn praise kink. It was easy to pick up on. The people pleaser who beamed whenever anyone recognized their efforts. A few weeks in to hanging out I dropped My first "good girl" on you when you brought Me a drink. I could see your brain melt in real time. you were Mine only a few days later.

For years we dated. Slowly, deliberately, I praised the behaviors I liked and ignored those that I didn't. I was never direct, just offering or withholding praise.

Now look at us, standing here at the alter exchanging our vows. Well, I'm standing. you're leashed, on all fours, wearing a white see-through bra, the crotchless lace panties, and white stockings. you look so good like this, and see how happy you are?

Our receiving line will be you giving oral sex to anyone who lines up for it. The reception will be an orgy with fifty of our closest "friends". Cake isn't what your face is going to end up coated with tonight.

But for now, you look up briefly when prompted and speak: "I do". What a good girl you are ❤️

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

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

Vampires aren’t real. That’s a fact that everyone can agree on. They don’t exist. They’re mythical beings that have been around for thousands of years. But you’ve never exactly seen one, have you? 

At least. You haven’t seen one in the way of novels or books. But there are plenty of kinds of vampires. 

For instance, you’re probably most familiar with the blood-sucking vampires in famous works such as Bram Stoker's Dracula, Hotel Transylvania, and even the infamous Twilight. But that’s fake. Fantasy. Not real. 

Vampires aren’t real. That’s a fact. At least, not the blood sucking kind. 

But have you ever been sitting with someone? And they just blabber on and on and on. No matter how much you try to leave, to pull your attention away, ignore them, they just bring your attention right back.

Sometimes they even capture you with their eyes. Kind of like how I’ll capture you with a spiral.

But that’s okay. You don’t mind. You like when I talk. You like when I go on and on about how silly people are for believing in vampires.

Even as you feel your energy just draining away.

The more I talk and talk.

The more I tell you.

The sleepier you get.

The harder it gets to focus. 

But hey, I’ll snap in front of you, redirect your focus to me

Focus, silly. I’m trying to tell you something. 

It’s rude to doze off when people are talking.

You have to focus on me. 

On my words.

On my spiral.

Focusing as though they were my eyes.

I’m talking and you’re just dozing off. How impolite. 

You’re supposed to listen to me. 

Focus on me. 

Focus on my spiral.

Focus on my words.

Focus on me, me, me.

That’s it. There we go.

You have to remember to listen.

So you can obey. So you can obey me.

Now, as I was saying, vampires. 

They aren’t real. But energy vampires. 

Vampires that take your energy. 

Make you sleepy, drowsy, dizzy, woozy.

Make you weak, vulnerable, obedient, dazed.

Those are very much real.

And you… Well, you’re talking to one. 

So be a good little prey, a good little thrall. 

And sleep for your mistress.

Good thrall~.

Gosh scent hypnosis is soooooo hot.

The idea of someone holding a perfume-coated rag over my nose and mouth like a chloroform rag and whispering hypnotic suggestions in my ear as I get all sleepy and dazed the more I sniff and breathe it in~ Hhhhhhhh, oh gosh yes please 💕

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!

Saw a post recently where someone was lamenting how boring their professors were, and all they wanted to do instead was get lost in spirals, coaxing words, and blissful mindlessness. Poor thing.

But this got me thinking.

College professor who leads a lecture, any subject, who knows the power of his words. But he doesn’t use this power for evil; rather, he uses carefully constructed language, repetition, even snaps, for some reason (seriously, why does this guy keep snapping during lecture? Is he afraid we’ll fall asleep?) to make sure the information sticks. Sometimes he’ll have the class repeat things out loud, even several times in a row (again with the damn snapping…), and use the same phrases in subsequent lectures. It is a bit odd that sometimes students will soundlessly repeat the phrases whenever they come up, several of them moving their mouths in unison to the rehearsed words, but he doesn’t seem to notice (and if he does, he doesn’t seem to mind).

It’s weird as hell, but you’ve got to hand it to him – it works. Even students who struggle in other classes or have never been “good at school” find themselves motivated to study, to attend lecture, to do well in his class. He has great reviews, students love attending office hours (though sometimes they do leave wondering just where the last hour went…), and most importantly, students do end up doing well – and the material seems to be ingrained in them for quite some time after the course has ended.

You wonder what makes him such an effective teacher, and after you get your degree, you find him on social media and reach out. He thanks you for your kind words, and offers to have “office hours” at his place this weekend, since he’s swamped during the week. You happily oblige – you’ve been wanting to hear him speak again, and agree to be there this weekend.

You show up, just a bit early, dressed to impress, though you’re not quite sure why – he was just a professor for one class, after all. He greets you at the door, same warm smile that you remember, that cadence just as inviting as it was in every lecture you attended. As you catch up over coffee, you ask your questions, and listen with rapt attention as he divulges the secrets of his teaching success. But as he goes on, you notice that it becomes harder to concentrate. Harder to focus. It’s easy to listen, but you can hardly keep your eyes open, can hardly keep a coherent thought, can hardly…

The next thing you’re aware of is the closing of his front door, getting into your car, and driving home – a drive you hardly remember. It isn’t until you’re thinking about the day’s events later that evening when you realize you don’t remember a word he said, which you usually do. In fact, you hardly remember anything about your visit. And, though slightly unrelated, you could’ve sworn you had put underwear on this morning, you’re sure of it…

You sigh, a bit mad at yourself for not being able to remember the answers that you were so excited to finally hear from him. You consider reaching out again, asking if you could come back next weekend to hear more – you could put it under the guise of what he said really stuck in your mind, and you wanted to hear more, really get his thoughts.

You know what, yeah… That does sound like a good idea.

Hi, there! I'm new here, nice to meet you.

I'm so glad I find you. There's so many people here, it's so noisy, too many voices all mixing and blending and melting together.

I'm so glad I find a spot to just sit ad relax a little bit, having a break, taking a breath, letting the voices and the noises just go away, fading into silence, into nothingness.

Here, take my hand.

Ah, your skin is so cold. Don't worry, just keep your hand in mine. It's okay. It's fine. Just keep your hand in mine and feel the warmth tingling through finger.

Just look at me as we talk. Focusing on me and my word as the warmth spread up through your arm, and your shoulders.

Look at me, focus on me as the warmth go down, and down, filling your lungs.

So calm. So peaceful. So relaxing.

Even the croud, even the voices, any other sound in the backgroung simply fade.

You hear nothing, but your breathing. Steading. Heavy. Each breath heavier and longer.

Heavier.

Warmer.

Just keep your hand in mine.

Just keep your eyes on me.

Focus on your breathing.

In and out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Find your rhytm.

Find yourself becoming so warm. At peace.

Finding yourself wanting to breath more and more, heavier and heavier.

Because the more you breath, the more relax you become. And the more you relax, the more heavier you become.

In fact, you also find yourself blinking more and more.

And that's okay. That's perfectly normal.

When breath in, keep your eyes open.

When you breath out, your eyelids close.

So natural.

So peaceful.

So relaxing.

So heavier.

You're doing so well.

You're so warm.

You're breathing so heavier.

You're so relaxed.

Your eyes are blinking more and more.

The more you blink, the more heavy your eyes become.

Breath in.

Eyes open.

Breath out.

Eyes closed.

Heavier and heavier.

The more you blink, the more difficult is to open your eyes again.

You're so heavy.

You're so relaxed.

You're so deep.

Keep focus on your heaviness. Going deeper as you feel my hand gently rocking your hand.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Feel yourself starting rocking back and forth.

You're body gently swaying back and forth.

Back and forth.

In and out.

Open and close.

Back and forth.

In and out.

Open and close.

Back and forth.

In and out.

Open and close.

You're so relaxed.

You're so heavy.

You're so deep.

Now, I will countdown from 5 to 1.

At each and any number you'll find yourself repeating "I'm deeply hypnotized."

The more you'll say, the more deep you'll fall.

And when I reach the number 1 you'll be in trance, your eyes fluttering, your breathing so heavy, your body rocking back and forth, you're mind so deep.

5

Repeat after me

I am deeply hypnotized

4

I am deeply hypnotized

3

I am deeply hypnotized

2

I am deeply hypnotized

1

I am deeply hypnotized

Drop.

Drop so deep.

Still rocking back and forth at the rhytm of your heavy, heavy breathing.

Your eyes fluttering, so heavy.

You're so good.

You're so deep.

You're so good.

You're so entranced.

Count with me and repeat after me, going deeper and deeper with each and any word.

5

I am deeply hypnotized

4

I am deeply hypnotized

3

I am deeply hypnotized

2

I am deeply hypnotized

1

I am deeply hypnotized

Drop.

Drop deeper and deeper.

Stil rocking back and forth.

Still breathing so heavy.

Still flickering your heavy and sleepy eyes.

You're doing so well.

You are so deep.

Now, I want you to remeber this feeling.

The warmth.

The deepness.

From now on, when you'll read the phrase "Heavy and deep" you'll fall in this state of pure nothingness. Deeper and deeper, easier and easier, heavier and heavier.

"Heavy and deep" and you'll drop, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

Now, it's time to wake.

I'll count up from 1 to 5 and when I'll reach the number 5 you'll gently wake up, refreshed and energized.

1

Slowing stop rocking.

2

Slowing back to your senses.

3

More and more awake

4

Almost there.

5.

Hello again.

So glad we met.

See you soon.