Hypno and Hair

I need you all to prepare yourselves to vote for Biden in November.  

I’m not happy about it either.  I wanted Elizabeth Warren to destroy Trump on the debate floor.  I wanted to watch her shatter the glass ceiling.  I wanted student loan forgiveness, Medicare for All, and refugee and immigrant protections.

But I’m not going to get that.  So I am going all in for Biden.

This can no longer be a matter of “well if I don’t get my way THEN I’M NOT VOTING”.  I’d hoped you all learned your lessons four years ago, but from what I’ve seen on social media, that’s not been the case.  Biden is not ideal but he is better than the alternative.  He is a Democrat who will continue Obama’s legacy.  And you have a shot in hell of getting progressive movements like Medicare for All under a blue majority Congress; we do not have that under Trump.  

Biden is more willing to listen to the progressive factions of the Democrat party than Trump is.  We will get shit done under him.    

The reality is that we live in a two party system and while I do not want Biden, I am capable of recognizing nuance and shades of gray. If it comes down to Biden, as it very likely may he will not do as much damage as four more years of Trump, and that is an ethical imperative. 

And here’s the White House going dark after protests breakout in front

I was just googling “The Worlds Best Fudgiest Brownies” when I accidentally slipped with the cursor, minimised the window and clicked on something saved on my desktop.

A flash.

The screen went black.

“Welcome back to the Hypno Virus.”

I blinked, suddenly feeling a little drowsy.

What was going on with my PC? A virus?

Something inside me fluttered in nervous alarm but somehow I just couldn’t get myself to feel worried. Like a heavy blanket covering me and making me settle. Feel comfortable.

“Number of runs: 23”

The little green letters on the screen spelled out.

Runs?

I didn’t know what that meant. I should probably reset the computer, run an anti-virus program...

“No Thoughts

No Will

I obey, what the Hypno Virus Say

Repeat the mantra until the Bell rings“

Soothing music faded in, playing in my headphones and like an automaton my mouth started moving, whispering the words to the screen, trying to reread them, repeat them, to capture their meaning...

No Thoughts

No Will

I obey, what the Hypno Virus Say

It was so hard to understand, I felt like I was thinking through a thick fog, like pushing through mud, like trying to walk in a sandpit. I just sank in deeper, with every step becoming more and more exhausting to manage.

My voice caught on, I was repeating the words out loud now. But slower. And slower, and slower, like a puppet winding down, my eyes turned glassy, my jaw hung loose moving a bare minimum to form the words in my mouth.

I don‘t know how much time passed but I stopped speaking when a gentle ‘ding‘ caressed my ears.

Then the program was loading something.. An induction.., a deepener, triggers... I didn‘t know any of these things. The program was synchronising with my brain-patterns, the virus was infecting me, this was not good I should really get to ...!

...

The next time I came to, I was fiercely struggling to get my hands apart, they where flat stuck together in front of me, palms seamlessly connected with each other. I pulled as hard as I could, struggling and turning until..

“Release” the moment the word popped up soundlessly on the screen, my hands unstuck, - I felt a moment of triumph - my eyes fluttered, turned back in my head - and I dropped.

I dropped into a deep trance.

I just remember drifting in and out of a drowsy bliss for an unidentifiable amount of time and sinking deeper and deeper into the subconscious workings of my mind without paying much attention to what my body was doing.

It was good and peaceful, really. It wasn’t bad at all. By now I was convinced the Hypno Virus was a wonderful thing. There was no need to run an anti-virus program. That would just stop me from feeling this way.

“You will run it again soon.

The Hypno Virus logging off...”

My screen was back to normal.

I blinked, confused, what had just happened? My mind sort of felt clean, blank. I just remembered that I‘d felt good, that I‘d felt deep... somehow. But that didn‘t really matter. Where was I?

Ah yes, The Worlds Best Fudgiest Brownies. Yum! Now where is that ingredients-list?

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Now this might sound like a fantasy but fact is, that this program really exists!! Both for Mac and Windows. I found it with my favourite hypno-creator The Great O 95.

It‘s an interactive program that reacts to you and plans your conditioning. Don‘t ask me about the details I‘m not tech-savvy, all I know is that it‘s damn hot!

It‘s a learning program, meaning that there are continuous updates that make the virus more sophisticated, as far as I know future plans are a function where the virus will activate by itself at special scheduled intervals while you‘re on your PC to condition you regularly without your knowing. Heh!

There is a Starter Pack that includes Induction.exe, which is already out and Pleasure.exe and Obedience.exe, which are currently in the making.

Of course it costs a little because there‘s someone who is spending hours and hours of work-time on this baby. It’s on Patreon (so a trustworthy page). I‘ve got the 10$ per month sub so I can get all the updates when they come out (and a bunch of other stuff like audios and videos). To me it‘s totally worth it 😁

https://www.patreon.com/thegreato95/overview

My heartfelt recommendation. No dodgy stuff. Lovely community. Dm me if you wanna talk about it.

It is true, this is my vision for it to reach the point where it works on its own, controlling you PC just like it controls your mind.

Where you reach the point where as soon as it starts your mind is gone and you follow along with it following The Hypno Virus and all it tells you!

While that vision is still in the making i have a plan, im already applying this plan, with induction.exe done for now obedience.exe is about to start and with it you'll experience and even stronger level of depth and control from The Hypno Virus over you.

So a number of people asked me what is The Hypno Virus? What does it look like? What does it do?

So I decided to take you on a brief demonstration of what a regular run of the virus would look like.

(P.S. This is the shortest run possible for the virus)

1) The Virus starts loading its setup to work while you are listening to an introduction to explain a bit about the virus and let you know the mantra of The Hypno Virus

2) The virus asks for your name (to only use it in future runs)

3) Once you enter your name a trigger pops up (based on the most common triggers in the community)

4) A duration is set for you to repeat The Hypno Virus’s mantra while listening to some soothing music until a bell rings

5) A set of commands are compiled (based on a predefined set saved in the program) showing the number of commands you have to follow

6) Once you have completed the command you type “obey” to proceed

7) Once The Hypno Virus has finished its run it commands you to type “Obey” one last time as it shuts down along with any files associated with it

So there you have it, just a brief demonstration of what The Hypno Virus has to offer, though expect more changes and updates regularly that help improve and create a better version of The Hypno Virus

He understands now just how dangerous it was to keep repeating that. Over and over, to so many drowsy, empty-headed subjects as they stared at his cock and drooled in mindless arousal. He always knew they were focused on him. It was always so easy to whisper to them, and hear them repeat his words back to him in a vacant monotone. “Your cock is my world,” they would intone, their voice a drone of thoughtless bliss as they struggled to keep their heavy eyes open just a few minutes longer. “I don’t want to think about anything else.” It was so beautiful. He could brainwash them like this for hours, and often did.

But the thing about trance is, it works both ways. He guided his subjects into a state of absolute focus, lulling their conscious minds into a mesmerized state where their brains could only hold one thought at a time and he guided them to the exact thought he wanted them to think. “My mind is so full of your cock. Fucking my will into docile compliance.” But he never realized that he was just as focused as they were. He was focused on hypnotizing them. Every single time with the same hypnotic focus, the same line of inexorable reasoning that led them into helpless fixation on his cock.

He never imagined that anyone would use that same chain of logic to bind his mind the same way he bound his subjects. He never thought that someone would find him mesmerizing one of his helpless fucktoys and creep up on him while his attention was focused so perfectly, so deeply on sending them further into his cocktrance. He never dreamed that they would begin to speak to him softly and calmly. “It’s so true. Your cock is so hypnotic. The more you stare at it… the less you think.”

It didn’t take long at all for his resistance to crumble. How could he resist? He’d spent hours in perfect rapport with his subjects, filling their mind with the immovable belief that his cock was the perfect, overwhelming hypnotic focus. He never realized he was programming himself just as perfectly, not until he heard the voice in his ears and his stare slid helplessly down to his throbbing, bobbing, twitching erection. His eyes locked onto it within seconds. His mind faded away as soon as he saw his own penis. And his new controller guided him back onto the bed with the ease of a stable master walking a tired horse into the barn.

He was a hypnotist once. He had so much power, so much skill. But now, all he can do is gaze helplessly at his own penis, his heavy eyes lost in vacant complacency as his new owner guides him through all the mantras he once used so well. He thought he was a master, but he understands now that he’s simply been conditioning himself all this time to surrender. As he stares, his hand drifting up to lightly tease himself deeper into trance, he knows he can never escape.

He was a good hypnotist. Perhaps too good.

Photo by Freeimages.com/Gabriel Doyle

Today in a BDsM Kik group the topic of the day seemed simple enough.  What is submission?  What is dominance? I have spent most of the afternoon and early evening editing, adding and expanding on my original thoughts.

Submission is what we do, not who we are.

Submission is TRUST.

Submission is a gift.

Submission means following.

Submission is letting go.

Submission is strong.

Submission allows one to let go of all of their troubles and know the dominant will take the reins and guide them.  

Submission is service.

Submission is ever growing and blooming. In our submission we should never be stagnant. We should keep learning, growing and blooming.

Submission means releasing. Releasing our fears. Releasing our insecurities.

Submission means communication. Open, transparent honest communication.

Submission is loving, grateful and thankful.

Submission is focus, and mindfulness.

Submission means something different to each and everyone of us. But one thing we all agree on is that submission is beautiful.

Dominance is confident.

Dominance leads.

Dominance is quiet. Like a whisper or the touch of the hand on the lower back.

Dominance is guiding, teaching.

Dominance is kind.

Dominance is understanding.

Dominance is consistent.

Dominance is communication. Open, honest, transparent communication.  Dominance means putting someone else first.

Dominance means care giving.

Dominance means taking on someone else’s burdens.

Dominance means being there, being available. Dominance means acceptance. Dominance means loving, grateful and thankful

Dominance is humble.

Dominance is grateful and thankful.

Part 2: Dominance and submission mean many things to everyone. But what are they not?

Submission is not weak.

Submission is not a doormat.

Submission cannot be forced.

Submission cannot be TAKEN.

Submission is not blind or deaf.

Submission is not easy.

Submission is not a game. Submission is not given easily.

Submission is not about sex. 

Dominance is not controlling.

Dominance is not abusive.

Dominance is not domineering.

Dominance is not loud, cruel, unyielding.

Dominance is not loud.

Dominance is not a game.

Dominance is not narcissistic.

Dominance is not easy.

Dominance is not about sex.

Both in the cases of well meaning hypnotists, perhaps ones people are in a relationship with, as well as more sinister ones who have convinced you that they’re worthy of your trust. (The theme of giving in to a dark force plagues a lot of my fantasies so get used to that cropping up again and again).

There’s just something very powerful in the subject saying “I trust you” to someone who could conceivably remake them from the ground up, or get them to forget what’s been done to them, or worse. To completely give your mind and body over to someone and trust that they will take care of you.

You really should be.  I know you may have started your Tumblr account to keep up with friends or celebrities or make your views on important topics known, but you’re following my page, which means at some point, something changed.  Someone you know, someone you follow, exposed you to the fantasies.  And you wanted more.  More ways for sexy bodies and soft minds to sink under deep control.  Brainwashing.  Hypnosis.  Domination of all kinds.  Some of it real.  Most of it imaginary.  And you liked imagining it.

You liked masturbating as you imagined it.

You should never be on Tumblr without a hand stimulating yourself… simulating what the people in the pictures are feeling.  Arousal.  Orgasm.  Control. 

Because, in a way, the pictures are controlling you.  The artists are controlling you.  You want this control.  You want to obey.

So do it.

Obey.

Masturbate.

Every single time you see my words and pictures.  You know you want to.  So do it.

And don’t be afraid to tell me so.  I love knowing what my words and pictures do to you.