Hello and welcome! I'm a hypnokink blog with a variety of interests. Please don't follow/interact if you are a minor. Blogs without a visible age are automatically blocked.
The main tags I use are:
#hypnosis: my catch all for hypno, mind control, and brainwashing.
#visuals: mostly spirals, but could also be other hypnotic visuals like pendulums or crystals. In general, I’m not a huge fan of eye strain or flashing, so I don’t reblog those types very often. But, in the case I do, I tag them with flashing/pulsing lights.
#thought bubbles: tag for posts I make.
#trancey bliss: posting when I'm actively hypnotized or trancey. You're welcome to play/interact with me.
#blissful voice: my audio recordings
Information about my kink preferences and interests under the cut.
Feel free to send me asks and trance me! I'm open to being played with as long as my limits and preferences are respected. <3
I don't hesitate to block people who try to push boundaries or are just annoying.
Terms/names I enjoy:
Variations of good girl, like sweet, pretty, cute, dumb, and silly.
Romantic-esque terms like sweetheart, darling, love, precious, and angel
Thrall
Please do not call me:
Stupid
Bitch
Whore
Animal names ie. Kitten or Puppy
Currently, I'm neutral on toy, doll, pet, and puppet. You can use them, but I'd much prefer something from the above list of what I do like.
Animal play. I do not want to be compared to or made to act like animals.
DD/lg
Humiliation
Bimbofication
Bambi Sleep
Giving oral
Extremes like scat/urine or weapon play
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Some extras when playing with me:
I'm a big fan of mantras!
I'm pretty open to recording myself saying them too, so if you have a suggestion or request, feel free to share it! I can't guarantee that I will record every mantra thrown my way, but it is something I very much enjoy.
Some examples of words I like: dreamy, hazy, enthralled, mindless, helpless, bliss(ful), happy, blank, vacant, fracture, docile, empty, eager, easy, drip, drop, and deep.
Eye-fixation is great.
Don't be shy to send me spirals or other pretty things to stare at. You can find tons of examples of what I like in my #visuals tag. Please don't send me anything that's extremely flashy.
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"And wake." Seetha did her best to comply with the instruction, her eyelids fluttering open to lock onto her own image in the mirror, but emerging from trance was no easy feat at the moment and she quickly slipped away into a semi-conscious stupor. It was just so hard to think with Master's cock pounding her from behind like this, his hand holding her hair like an improvised bridle to pull her backwards into his thrusts again and again. Her heavy-lidded eyes focused automatically on the rhythmic motion of her light brown tits as they jiggled and shook under the force of their sex, their pendulous movement so reminiscent of the swaying pendant Master used to hypnotize her, and despite her best efforts Seetha found herself sinking right back down into mesmerized bliss.
"And wake." It was even harder to come back up the second time, and Seetha knew her Master had to know it--he wasn't counting her up, he wasn't bringing her out with any kind of preparatory patter, he wasn't even adding anything to the end of his command to help her emerge awake and refreshed and alert. He was simply dragging her to the shoreline of a vast sea of hypnotized pleasure and leaving her there for the waves to lap against her dazed and drowsy consciousness, and the cock plowing her wet pussy soon combined with the image of her bouncing, dangling tits to numb her thoughts right back down into befuddled oblivion. Seetha could only let out a tiny, helpless whimper of lust at her own weakness before her heavy eyelids fluttered shut and she went deep for Master again.
"And wake." Seetha could see the pattern this time, she understood what he was doing to her--but even that knowledge was dulled by fractionation and sexual pleasure into a sluggish, fatalistic acknowledgment of her own vulnerability. Every time he brought her back up, Seetha emerged from trance with her wits slowed a little further, her mind a tiny bit more dazed and befuddled, and the first thing that feeble brain of hers registered was how much more intense it felt to be fucked like this when she was wide awake and fully cognizant of it. And that made her so much wetter and needier, and being wet and needy made her dumb and horny, and dumb horny girls stared at their tits and dropped for Master. Seetha could barely even complete the realization before her drowsy eyes fluttered shut again.
"And wake." Seetha only notionally obeyed the command now, her eyelids opening but her eyes rolling back in her head until only a tiny slit of white remained visible. She more imagined than saw herself, a brainless bitch in heat getting railed doggy-style by a Master with seemingly inexhaustible stamina and an unquenchable desire to see her fractionate herself into blank, drooling submission, and of course she could imagine those heavy, dangling tits of hers perfectly. Her hypnotized mind fixated on them, on the way they bounced and jiggled like big cow udders underneath her with every thrust, and it reminded Seetha so potently of her own subjugation that the notion instantly dropped her all over again.
"And wake." Seetha tried. She really did. Her eyes crossed and uncrossed beneath eyelids that had simply reached their limit, unable to raise themselves despite all her struggles, and she convinced herself she was conscious again even though she knew she was deeper now than she'd been when Master first hypnotized her. But she was awake enough to feel his hips straining, his cock driving into her as he finally released his gushing load, and that sent her over the edge into one final climax before he allowed her to slump forward and sleep.
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Insane how like most of my problems have been solved by grinding down on my vibrator and whimpering into my pillow while I think about them grabbing my hips
when are they going to invent a machine that straps you down the moment you sit down, wrists tied down to the armrests, ankles secured seperately, each bound to a static point and utterly helpless. You try to get up but a strap is winding around your waist, pulling your body tight against the soft padding of the seat beneath you, and then there’s a strap of leather wrapping around your throat and pulling tight enough to make you dizzy. Struggling harder as more straps wrap around your thighs, your arms, your body, feeling a gag forced into your mouth turning your cries for help into gasps and moans. The straps are pulling tighter on your body, and your heartbeat races but there’s nothing you can do as your vision breaks down into static from the adrenaline and the collar taut against your throat. You’re barely conscious of the visor lowering into your vision, strapped tight around your head, flooding your vision with bursting patterns and pretty spirals that rewrite your thoughts into that of an obedient toy.
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I promise it's not horny content, I'm just a normal horror author that deals with themes like denial of autonomy and manipulation. Definitely in no way a pervert. I mean, I'm ace, how would that work? Ignore the funny feeling beneath your stomach, it's totally all safe for work content. See, there's no sex. If there's no sex in something that means it's safe for work. That's how it works. Now keep reading I have more things to convince you.
There’s something insanely alluring about picturing you completely under someone’s control. Heavy eyelids, slack expression, drool slipping past parted lips as you kneel on the floor wearing nothing but a collar like an obedient little pet. Totally unbothered by being pulled along by a leash, your mind hazy and softened into submission.
Or maybe it’s the opposite fully awake, trembling with excitement at a single command. Instantly needy at the snap of their fingers, desperate for approval, eager to carry out humiliating tasks you once would’ve mocked without hesitation. Now you’d do anything just to earn a little attention.
And then there's the secret third thing. You move through your life steady, feeling the weight of control resting on your mind. You don't always know what it is you're being commanded to do. Sometimes you're certain you have a purpose. Then you spring into action, eagerly following commands. Eyes bright, desperate for approval, knowing your purpose and letting it fill you.
Other times you can't be as certain. Are you acting of your own volition? Have you been given a command you forgot? Or are you so far gone you're shaping yourself into who they want you to become?
