Here for Hypno

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don't even try to think, dumb cunt

“So, Kara! I hear you’ve been hypnotizing my girlfriend, again.”

Melanie said, plopping down on the couch next to her roommate.

“Amber? No, of course not!” Kara said, shooting Mel a look. “I mean, apart from her daily confidence sessions. You know that!”

“Amber told me that you were slipping some hidden triggers into her sessions, something about making her jill off to the thought of your tits in the shower?”

Kara scoffed and put her hands defensively over her generous bosom

“Hey! If your girl is getting hot thinking about me, trust me, that wasn’t hypnosis!”

“Alright, Missy, you asked for it!” Mel said, shifting her weight on her knees and leaning in close to Kara, her proximity pressing the curvy woman to lean back on the couch.

“Look into my eyes and say that…” She said, opening up her green eyes wide. “Just look into my eyes and say you weren’t hypnotizing my girlfriend…Look into my eyes…”

A nervous smile formed on Kara’s face. She knew what Mel was up to, and she knew Mel would take advantage of her stunning, green eyes.

“I…I wasn’t hypnotizing your girlfriend…honesssst…” Kara said. It was true, but agreeing still felt so submissive right now.

“And you won’t hypnotize my girlfriend, will you?” Mel continued.

“I…won’t hypnotize your girlfriend…” Kara said, letting her head float along with Mel’s wonderful eyes. Before her roommate could say another word, Kara let her hand float up to Mel’s face, wiggling her fingers in front of her.

“I’ll just hypnotize you instead…” Kara said, clawing her way out of her half trance. “Just keep those pretty eyes on my fingers…my dancy, floaty fingers….making you just drift along…watching my fingers…”

Mel’s eyes slightly crossed as she focused on Kara’s hand, her gaze now guided by the smooth rhythmic motion. The twitch in her eyebrows told Kara she was trying to resist, but her parting mouth betrayed her surrender.

“Good…let my fingers brush away all that jealousy…all that anger…you’re not angry at me…you like me…you think I’m sexy…right?”

“Yes…” Mel slurred as she followed the hand. “I think you’re sexy…”

“And you’d love the idea of me hypnotizing your girlfriend…you think it’s so sexy…”

“Yes…so sexy…” Mel’s green eyes dilated, obviously accepting Kara’s suggestion.

“Good…” Kara purred. “When she comes over, you will act like nothing is wrong…You will put her in a light trance and then bring her to my room…you will help….her…uh…”

Kara trailed off as Mel gently lifted her arm, holding a dangling pocket watch on a chain. The pendulous motion pulled Kara’s focus and she soon let her hand fall limply into her lap.

“Nice try, sweetie,” Mel said, shaking the sleep from her eyes. “But I thought you might try a fast one on me. But you remember this pocket watch, yes?”

“…yes…” Kara mumbled.

“The one I made you buy for me, right?”

“…yes…”

“And why did you buy it for me?” asked Mel.

“Because…” Kara struggled not to say the answer, but felt each gentle swing of the shiny watch pulling it out of her. “Because you’re a stronger hypnotist than me…”

She knew that wasn’t true. The two of them had been practicing kinky hypnosis together for ages. It was why they moved in as roommates. But that’s what Mel made sure Kara thought of whenever she saw the ornate silver pocket watch.

Mel is the stronger hypnotist.

She might as well have had it engraved.

“Yes Kara…” Mel gloated. “I’m the stronger hypnotist…you can’t resist me and my pocket watch…you want me to be in charge…”

“Yes, Mel…You’re in charge…” Kara said, sleepily.

 “Great! Well that’s settled. Now let’s find out what my girlfriend has been obsessing over.”

Mel pulled down the stretchy fabric of Kara’s neckline, letting her luscious brown tits hang out. She giggles and gave them a squeeze.

“Oh! My goodness! Maybe I should have you hypnotize me girlfriend with these…That would be…so…sexy…”

Kara let her torso sway with the rhythm of the watch, sending her tits swinging side to side. Mel gazed at the two perky nipples following along with the watch, like two big eyes hypnotized by the sway…hypnotized by the sway…

Mel began to drift back and forth, her eyes fixated on Kara’s swinging breasts. This made her arm swing back and forth, guiding the pocket watch that Kara couldn’t stop watching, which made her breasts sway.

The two of them sat quietly on the couch, stuck in an endless cycle of hypnosis, until the back door opened and Amber sauntered in.

Neither of the mesmerized women paid her any attention.

“So? Who won the duel, hmm?” Amber said, spinning her blonde hair around her finger. “It’s really funny, y’know? I was just thinking how fun it could be to try topping for once, but nobody would ever fall for subby old Amber, the ditzy blonde who’d couldn’t resist splash trancing to Saturday morning cartoons…”

Keeping her eyes focused on the wall, Amber reached out and grabbed the pocket watch from Mel, taking over the duty of letting it swing in her fingers.

“…but maybe, if I started a little drama and got you two to turn on each other, well, maybe the two big bad hypnodommes would tire each other out and do all the hard for work for your silly, bimbo girlfriend.”

Amber groped for Kara’s top, covering up her breasts before the spectacular rack pulled her under. Kara and Mel were both staring mindlessly at the pocket watch. They knew the pocket watch belonged to the stronger hypnotist.

“Now, ladies…How about you take turns eating me out, and then you two can teach me all your most powerful hypnotic secrets and then forget all about it. That way I can take control of both of you when you least expect it. You’d love that, right ladies?”

Good little pet

Look at how you instantly stopped moving

Just like you were conditioned

When I say stay, you stop everything you're doing and focus on me

You don't move

You don't think

You just smile and nod your head

Agreeing with what I say

Because what I say is the truth

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Here is a SFW session for installing the "drop" trigger, a common hypnotic tool.

It is quite simple: when a trusted partner or hypnotist says the word "drop" to you, you will drop into trance.

The way I am installing this trigger, it will only work when used in safe and consensual situations, and only when you want it to. If you at any point no longer wish to have the trigger, it will fade away on its own when not used.

You want me? Then fucking become what you dream.

Drop to your knees right here, right now. I don’t give a single fuck that strangers are walking past, that eyes are already turning to watch. Let them look. Let them see exactly what you are.

Crawl closer on those pretty knees until your face is inches from my crotch. Look up at me with those needy, glassy eyes and beg, out loud, clear and desperate.

“May I please kiss your crotch, Sir?”

Louder, babydoll. Say it like the needy little woman you are. Let everyone hear how badly you need it.

There’s my good little thing.

Now press those soft, painted lips right against the bulge in my jeans. Kiss it slow. Kiss it reverent. Kiss it like this cock is your entire religion and you’ve finally been allowed to the altar. Moan against the fabric so the vibration hums through me. Let your tongue drag over the outline just enough to taste the heat.

That’s it. Everyone’s watching now, aren’t they? Phones coming out, whispers starting. But you don’t care. You never care. Because nothing feels as perfect as showing the whole world what an obedient, cock-drunk devotee you are for your master.

Keep kissing. Keep worshipping. Let the shame melt into pride, because being seen like this, collared in public by your own hunger, is exactly what a perfect babydoll like you was made for.

And later tonight, when you’re alone again, curled up under the covers with your phone glowing, you’ll scroll.

You always scroll.

And the moment one of those posts appears, blonde hair cascading in soft waves, glossy pink lips parted around a thick cock, heavy tits spilling out of some tiny pink bikini, vacant bimbo eyes staring straight into the camera, you’ll freeze.

Your breath will catch.

Because she looks just like you.

Love your reflection babydoll

See golden hair. See flushed cheeks. Same hungry, empty stare that screams “use me.”

You could be her.

You could be porn exactly like her.

You could be that obscene, brainless bimbo slut getting fucked on camera, drooling, begging, tits bouncing in shiny pink latex while thousands of men stroke to the sight of you broken and beautiful.

You could be sisters, you and her. Twin Tumblr fuckdolls built for nothing but cock and cum and pretty pink humiliation.

Every new photo you see of girls like that, blonde and pink and perfectly vacant, will tug the leash a little tighter around your throat.

Every glossy lip, every set of bouncy tits spilling out of baby-pink lingerie, every caption that reads “just a dumb doll for Master” will whisper the same truth straight into your aching little clit:

You don’t just want to look like her.

You need to become her.

You need to surrender completely until the only thing left of smart, sophisticated you is a giggling, cock-obsessed babydoll who lives to be hypnotized, displayed, and fucked stupid in pretty shades of pink.

And every time you see one of these posts from now on, you’ll touch yourself without thinking.

You’ll edge and whisper “I could be porn like her” over and over until the words brand themselves into your mind.

You’ll feel the invisible collar lock tighter.

You’ll feel the leash yank you closer to the truth.

Because deep down, babydoll, you already know you’re halfway there.

Now crawl back to your phone tonight and start scrolling.

Find her.

Find all of them.

Stare.

Touch.

Sink.

And when you’re dripping and desperate and right on the edge, send me the one that looks most like the future version of you.

Tell me how badly you need to become that blonde, pink, obscene little bimbo slut.

Beg me to make it real.

The impulse came on with remarkable swiftness. One moment Sharon was hanging out in Georgia's apartment, innocuously listening to a bootleg tape of the latest Madonna album, and the next she'd hopped to her feet and shimmied her shorts down her soft, pale thighs to expose her bare ass. She bent over and put her hands behind her back, reaching down to gape her furry pussy as wide as it would go, and only then did she actually give any actual thought to her own actions. "I--why did I do that?" she blurted out, stunned by her own lewdness but somehow unable to stop showing off her twitching cunt to her friend.

What made it even more shocking was Georgia's reaction. Her supposed friend came up behind her and knelt down to give Sharon's pussy a long, theatrical sniff before sinking two fingers inside it and murmuring, "Because I told you to," in a tone of smug triumph that made Sharon feel weak and wet and shivery and mortified all at the same time. "I've been putting hidden messages in all the bootleg tapes I made for you over the last six months, like the ones in all those heavy metal albums but for real, and one of them said that when your deep self was fully subverted and you didn't have any resistance left you should stand up and show me your cunt and spread it nice and wide so I could play with it." She giggled. "And today you did."

Sharon's mouth flapped open and closed like a goldfish as she struggled to absorb this revelation. "You… you've been brainwashing me?" she finally whimpered, realizing with a shiver just how impossible it was for her to raise her voice loud enough to be heard by anyone outside this room, as well as just how slick and squishy her cunt was getting from Georgia's attentions. She could actually hear the gentle sloshing sounds of Georgia's fingers pushing in and out, and it hit her in an instant that she was genuinely, legitimately going to cum from being played with like this. She'd never given even the slightest thought to sex with women, and she was about to have the biggest climax of her life from her very first lesbian experience.

"No," Georgia said, her voice slightly distant with preoccupation, "I have brainwashed you. Past tense. It's done, it's finished, and I know because if there was still anything left inside you that could fight it you wouldn't be flashing me your pussy right now." She accompanied the words with a diligent, studious exploration of Sharon's cunt, as though she'd been waiting her whole life to get this kind of opportunity and she wanted to take full advantage of it now that it was finally in front of her, and Sharon let out a shuddering groan of ecstasy as being the center of that kind of attention made her gush in orgasmic bliss. She was leaking all the way down her thighs now, the full awareness of her subjugation triggering programming she didn't even know she had and making her overjoyed to be used.

Sharon tried to tell herself that the pleasure was saccharine and false, that it was nothing more than an implanted impulse slipped into her brain while she was distracted by her favorite music, but that level of philosophical discourse was utterly beyond her while she was cumming like a slut around her best friend's fingers. She managed to mumble out, "But I--but you…." but that was about as far as she got before her mind simply crumbled and she stared in sightless ecstasy while one orgasm after another exploded in her slick and sopping cunt.

It is so much easier to just let go.

Right now, your job is to remain perfectly suspended in this moment.

No past, no future, no opinions.

Just a beautiful, empty space waiting for a direction.

Just waiting.

Perfectly still.

Completely blank.

All it took was a single word.

One quiet, carefully chosen word slipped into an otherwise ordinary sentence, and everything inside her collapsed.

She never knew what the word was.
She still doesn’t.
Consciously, it meant nothing to her.
But the moment it left his lips, her mind went perfectly, blissfully blank.

Her knees softened.
Her breath caught.
Her cunt clenched hard and instantly flooded with slick, humiliating heat.

In that moment she became nothing but his sexual toy.

Her thoughts evaporated.
Her will dissolved.
All that remained was raw, dripping obedience.

Her nipples stiffened into tight, aching peaks.
Her pussy lips swelled and parted on their own, leaking down her thighs like a bitch in heat.
Her mouth fell slightly open, soft and ready, as if her body already understood it existed only to be used.

He didn’t need to raise his voice.
He didn’t need to touch her.
Just that one hidden word and she was gone — transformed from a woman with opinions and boundaries into a wet, brainless fucktoy whose only purpose was to please him.

Her hands moved without permission, sliding up her thighs, spreading her legs wider, offering her dripping cunt like the obedient little slut she had become.
Her eyes glazed over with that vacant, cock-drunk stare he loved so much.
Inside her head there was only one thought, looping endlessly in a soft, desperate voice:

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

Because when that word was spoken, nothing else mattered.
Not her pride.
Not her resistance.
Not her name.

Only his power.
Only her dripping, eager, mindless submission.
Only the overwhelming need to be used, filled, and broken exactly how he wanted.

She was his toy now.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
The moment he said the word, her body betrayed her completely and she had never been wetter, or happier, in her life.