Adventures in Hypno

Slurping, head bobbing, she eagerly swallowed it all and then went to work cleaning his cock, just like how she knew she was supposed to: licks and slurps and happy little mumblings. And it was while she was doing this that something caught her attention.

Her owner was watching television. He often did this with her by his feet. It was how he liked to relax, he said. Sometimes she just knelt, awaiting a command, and sometimes she was obeying a command. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t her choice. This time obviously she was obeying a command, and it was thanks to her position between his legs that she could just about see the screen, off to the side.

Normally none of what she saw there made much sense to her and normally it didn’t matter because it wasn’t for her, but something about this caught her attention, which confused her a little bit. It was confusing because she didn’t know why it would have caught her attention. Just something from the corner of her eye had made her look. Then it happened again and, since she was watching properly (mostly properly) she saw why: there was a girl on the screen she recognised. 

Or thought she recognised, at least. Something about her was familiar.

Whatever was on the screen was showing clips of this girl, in a costume, flying around a bit, or standing and looking strong and confident. It looked very strange to her, and it didn’t help her understand what about the girl was nagging so much at her.

The chyron running beneath it all read:

“Whatever happened to Justice Girl?”

“Master, do I know her? She feels like… someone…” she said, brow furrowed. Thinking was hard, and remembering was basically like thinking - her owner did both of those for her, which was why she was asking him. She hoped he would make the thinking stop. Her head was starting to throb.

“No,” he said, idly, tapping her on the head to keep her going. She managed one lick before the screen (and the throbbing in her head) distracted her. Such a ditz.

“But she seems familiar…”

Reaching down, her owner put a finger on her chin and tipped her head so she was looking up at him and not at the screen. She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. The moment his eyes met hers the whole world shrank down. There was nothing else. Only him.

“You don’t know her.”

His words filled her head. The throbbing stopped. It was the truth.

“I don’t know her,” she said, dreamily, dumb smile on her face. It was so much easier knowing what she was supposed to think, and so obvious now. Of course she didn’t know her. Master said, and so she didn’t.

“You were always my toy.”

“I was always your toy…”

“You were always my pet.”

“I was always your pet…”

“You were never anything else.”

“I was never anything else…”

Putting a hand on top of her head, he turned it so she was facing the television again. She stared, eyes empty, her face blank, a big dumb smile spread across it. She saw the girl on the screen, the girl who was totally and utterly identical to her, and she felt nothing. Just a stranger.

“Do you know her?” He asked.

“I don’t know her,” she sighed happily. It was the truth.

Her owner smiled and sat back again. It was a lot easier doing that, now.

“Good girl. You can touch yourself.”

Squealing with glee and babbling thanks she very quickly shuffled back on the floor so he would have a better view, spread her legs, and started doing just that, panting and moaning and being totally open and on display for him the way she’d been trained to be, the only way she could even think of being.

You guys start watching and everything seems normal, however in slow bursts the screen flashes with a spiral for a 10th of a second, barely enough to be perceived. The language starts getting more suggestive. The frequency of the spiral flashes increases while still being covert. Being so focused on the movie itself she doesn’t realize what’s happening. Whispers start echoing from the surrounding speakers but they also hide themselves from her main awareness.

You begin to test if the hypno file is working:

“Could you bring me a glass of water”

She immediately gets up without a second thought to quench your thirst.

You resume the movie and the hypno file starts to take over. It becomes the reverse, mostly spirals and mantras with a little bit of the movie sprinkled in. Now she’s deeply focused and entranced by the screen. Following all the suggestions to remove her clothes and obey her new master.

“I obey”

A whole day where he dictates what enters my empty head, and what leaves it.

A day where I am completely blank - have absolutely no awareness of anything but my Master.

To be his doll, for him to play with and use as he pleases.

Simple. Blank.

Stabbing a large, almost forearm long, pretty and ornate key into the back of somebody's pelvis and holding it firmly from rotating, watching the body twitch as it quickly and suddenly grinds to a halt.

Metal, previously piercing through bone, hooks up right to the central nervous system as it punches through the spinal column and starts to grow a proper brass socket for itself, clearing skin and meat and bone as the person stabbed stands there fully still, incapable of moving because the key is prevented from turning.

A wave crawls out from the edge of the socket, skin paling and smoothing out as it shrinks subtly to give a daintier physique, bones and flesh pushed out from the center of each limb, packing and hardening into solid, hollow, abnormally resilient enchanted porcelain tubes. The whole body feels hot and cold and heavier and lighter at the same time, so confusing.

Face harden into a pretty girly mask that freezes for a moment until the new doll clicks its eyelids quietly and realizes that it can kind of force its face to make expressions, even though it is not up to it how they look exactly, defaulting to a pretty, demure and feminine manner at all times.

Cables and pulleys and springs and gears jumpstart in the hollow torso, echoing in it quietly, not a hint of the old gross guts, machinery trying to move despite the key still being held in place...

any boy can be a good male sub

any boy can feel good

any boy can and will be entranced by the glow

Hypnosubs who can't keep their eyes open.

Hypnosubs who can't keep their eyes looking in the same direction.

Hypnosubs who look stunned.

Hypnosubs who look dumb and empty.

Hypnosubs who look horny and needy.

Hypnosubs who start repeating random words said by their hypnotist.

Hypnosubs who sway or twitch.

Hypnosubs who moan when the induction is just starting (because they know what's going to happen).

Hypnosubs who sink quietly and stay silent.

Hypnosubs who lose all dignity.

Hypnosubs who ask for permission to lose all dignity.

Hypnosubs who brat and then fall and lose all dignity.

Hypnosubs who drool.

Hypnosubs who thank the hypnotist for what's being done to them.

Hypnosubs who get aroused by not knowing what's happening to them.

Hypnosubs who cum on command.

Hypnosubs who can't cum on command but ask for permission anyway.

Hypnosubs who slur their speech and babble with abandon.

Hypnosubs who make clever suggestions about how to dominate them even more.

Hypnosubs who are addicted to trance.

Hypnosubs who fantasize all day about losing control.

Hypnosubs who play with toys while in trance.

Hypnosubs who play with their bodies while in trance.

Hypnosubs who leak.

Hypnosubs who sweat and pant.

Hypnosubs who forget.

Hypnosubs who remember.