Hi, lovelies, kinksters and hypnoaddicts and welcome! ♡
The very first thing I'd like to start with is the fact that MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. Never ever, this is a NSFW and 18+ blog ONLY.
And another few things to begin with...
FUCK ICE.
FUCK AI.
FUCK MAGA.
RELEASE THE FILES.
FREE PALESTINE.
STOP GENOCIDE.
ABORTION IS A BASIC HUMAN RIGHT.
UNIVERSAL HEALTHCARE FOR EVERYONE.
Plus, something I feel is very important to say now is if we're chatting and you don't like the way I act or speak, please, please, just say so. It's fine if you want to stop talking to me but don't just ghost me. I'm a huge sensitive overthinker and I actually take these little things to heart so just keep it in mind and be nice ♡
Now that all the people we don't want here are gone, let's get on with the introductions. As you might already know, my name is Shae. This blog was initially created only to feed my hypnosis-addicted brain and so far you will mostly see that I've been reblogging posts to show what a good girl I am buuut I want to try my hand at writing some things eventually. You might even find a few rants from me here and there.
Now, let's get straight into the interesting stuff, shall we?
Please make sure to read through the explanations as well, there are a few boundaries set along the way ♡
My kinks include:
.𖥔 ݁ Hypnosis (obvi) — all kinds really, the list would be too long if I had to write every single one so if you're curious, feel free to ask anonymously or slide into my DMs ♡
✦ my hypnosis-related kinks are for example: fractionation (it's my favourite induction method EVER), bimbofication, brain drain, IQ drain, conditioning. Honestly, as long as I get to be dumb and blank, I'm fine with it.
.𖥔 ݁ Covert hypnosis — I love covert hypnosis (pre-discussed!), omg. Just some hypnotic language here and there, so subtle you don't notice it. But once you do notice it? You start to question everything. Are they trying to hypnotize me or am I just imagining it? And then you ask them and they reply with a "Not at all, silly, I'm just chatting with you". And since they told you then it must be true and you slowly slip into trance without realizing it.
.𖥔 ݁ Degradation AND praise — I'm a very sensitive girl so every degrading name, every harsh word needs to be eventually compensated by sweet praise ♡
.𖥔 ݁ CNC — only fantasy, my darlings, any amount of real, actual r@pe is NOT WELCOME HERE. This is a safe space ♡
.𖥔 ݁ Misogyny — I'm a very very big feminist but sometimes it feels good to give that up and do what I was meant to do ♡ But again, REAL MISOGYNY IS NOT SEXY.
.𖥔 ݁ Edging — edging is amazing and it feels so much better to finally orgasm but prolonged edging is a no-no. At some point I stop enjoying it and it's important to let me reach climax in the end instead of denial!
.𖥔 ݁ Asphyxilation — as Corpse Husband once said: "Choke me like you hate me." Obviously I don't want to be suffocated to death but a little goes a long way ♡
.𖥔 ݁ Pain — a SMALL amount. Seriously. I haven't had many opportunities to figure this one out yet so I'm still exploring this part of me. So far though, again, a little goes a long way ♡
.𖥔 ݁ I'm not sure if it counts as a kink or what's it called but seeing like the colours in hypnosis scripts on tumblr. It just makes me feel like I'm focusing well and that turns me on.
I think that might be all the kinks for now, there's probably some I just can't think about right now so I'll definitely update them later!
Let's set some boundaries here.
.𖥔 ݁ Hypnotists, hypnosubs, other kinky people, feel free to DM whether you're a she, a he, a they/them, anyone is welcome ♡ I am very much pansexual.
.𖥔 ݁ Once again, minors, DO NOT INTERACT. This blog is not for you.
.𖥔 ݁ I'm a sub, though I do want to try being a hypnotist sometimes.
.𖥔 ݁ Any amount of bodily fluids that aren't ejaculate and pre-ejaculate, saliva, wetness (and maybe breastmilk) is an absolutely not from me. That includes piss, scat and blood, all of those make me nauseous.
.𖥔 ݁ I've had only a few experiences with actual hypnotists and all of them ended badly so forgive me if it takes me a little while to get used to you ♡ My main experience comes from a long time of listening to audios, watching videos and whatnot.
.𖥔 ݁ AB/DL and DD/LG are both non-negotiable with me. Don't even mention them unless I approach the topic.
.𖥔 ݁ On a similar note, I don't wish to move to another app when we've just started talking. First reason is that I only have my personal accounts on Snapchat, Instagram, Discord, all of those and I do not wish to use those for hypnosis-related stuff. I might create some in the future but as of now, I don't wish to. Second, I think moving to another app can be a little too personal, it makes me feel like I'm expected to be available 24/7 and that's an uncomfortable feeling for me. I know tumblr can be a little wonky sometimes but it's something we'll have to work with.
.𖥔 ݁ I do not send pictures in DMs or anywhere else. I might, eventually, if we know each other long enough and build trust, but other than that, I'm very careful around new people in this way.
.𖥔 ݁ . Other non-listed types of kinks are fine and up for discussion.
I'm going to end this nice little introduction here so thank you for reading all the way down.
Oh, hi. You're still reading? That must mean you're quite interested. I'm glad ♡
I am currently busy with studying for my final exams but you can still definitely message me or send me an ask, it might take me a moment to respond, but I'll respond as soon as I pop in here.
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“Braindead… Sexdumb.” Those two words, looping in your brain. Falling from your lips. Over and over again.
“That’s it…” Your hypnotist said. “Sinking into your mantra, toy. Sinking into the repetition. Just letting yourself get lost in the sensations it creates.”
“Braindead…” Was the next word from your lips.
They laughed at you. “You are braindead. Stupid… Dumb… Ditzy.”
Their words inflamed a horny part of your brain. It was responding to them, not you. “Sexdumb.”
“And Sex dumb… Yeah, that’s appropriate.” You felt them cup your chin, examining you.
Braindead… Sexdumb…”
“Your sex is doing all the thinking for you after all.” They said. “Any thought your brain tries to have gets redirected, arriving between your legs as a wave of pleasure and arousal.” As they said it, you felt it. The pleasure, the lust, trickling in.
“And it just feels so good, to brainwash yourself deeper. The more you repeat those words, the more totally they encompass your mind, until there’s nothing left.”
“Braindead. Sexdumb.” Nothing else exists.
“Braindead, sexdumb.” They said. “Good toy. Deeper and deeper.”
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“It’s so cute, that you think you can think. Or, well, no, you don’t think that, do you?” Your hypnotist was smirking down at you, strapped to the chair. “There’s activity in your mind, sure, but it’s only there because I put it there. Understand?” You were confused.
As you blinked up at them, they laughed. “Oh, what am I saying, of course you don’t. And even if you think you do, that’s just because of what I’ve allowed to remain in your mind.” That – what? It was so hard to think. They looked so hot, towering over you. So domineering.
“You’re a programmed plaything, toy. No thoughts of your own. No willpower of your own.” That made sense. You didn’t have to think. You didn’t have control. “Do you even make your own decisions anymore? Or are they all the decisions that I’ve made for you?”
That gave what was left of your mind pause. Or, wait, was it your mind? No, it’s their mind, they own it. “Do you remember asking what you should do? What you should eat? What you should wear? Of course not.” They brushed a hand down your cheek, before cupping your chin.
“You don’t get to remember it. But you live according to my rules now, sweetheart. And you’re such a good, obedient plaything. It makes you feel so good. So why would you stop?” They smiled down at you. “Of course you wouldn’t. It’s not like you could, even if you wanted to.”
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“It’s so cute, that you think you can think. Or, well, no, you don’t think that, do you?” Your hypnotist was smirking down at you, strapped to the chair. “There’s activity in your mind, sure, but it’s only there because I put it there. Understand?” You were confused.
As you blinked up at them, they laughed. “Oh, what am I saying, of course you don’t. And even if you think you do, that’s just because of what I’ve allowed to remain in your mind.” That – what? It was so hard to think. They looked so hot, towering over you. So domineering.
“You’re a programmed plaything, toy. No thoughts of your own. No willpower of your own.” That made sense. You didn’t have to think. You didn’t have control. “Do you even make your own decisions anymore? Or are they all the decisions that I’ve made for you?”
That gave what was left of your mind pause. Or, wait, was it your mind? No, it’s their mind, they own it. “Do you remember asking what you should do? What you should eat? What you should wear? Of course not.” They brushed a hand down your cheek, before cupping your chin.
“You don’t get to remember it. But you live according to my rules now, sweetheart. And you’re such a good, obedient plaything. It makes you feel so good. So why would you stop?” They smiled down at you. “Of course you wouldn’t. It’s not like you could, even if you wanted to.”
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You looked down at your partner, smirking. Knowing that the longer they stared at your fingers, dancing before their eyes, the further their mind sank into trance. You could see the way that their eyelids were fluttering. You should let them drop fully…
But then again… Why? They look so good like this. Why deprive yourself of looking for a few more moments? You could drop them in a bit. For now, you continued to make them feel so weak, so heavy, so mindless. Their eyes were still open tho- “D-d-drop.”
They had spoken, a single word. Their voice slipped into your ears, and effortlessly wound around your mind, tight. With a resounding tug downwards, you felt yourself slammed into trance. Your arm had fallen to your side, you head had lowered, your eyes had closed.
You heard them giggle. “There we go, honey. Just had to find enough scraps of thought for one word. But that was enough, wasn’t it? It’s so cute, seeing you think you’re in control. Seeing you lower your defences when you think you’ve won. But that’s just it, sweetness.”
Their hand brushed down your cheek. “Even when you think you’ve won, you’re still my good plaything. You’re still my sweet, obedient toy. So, no matter how deep you think I am. How dominant you feel. All it takes is a word, and you just crumble.”
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Gone for days again, got down with a cold and I've had a runny nose for AGES (help). Buttt today I come to you with a list of hypnotic language/sexy words I LOVE and are always a turn on.
enjoyy ♡
slipping into trance
fuzzy, leaky, ditzy, messy, drowsy
brain turning into mush/putty
brain leaking out through your mouth (when drooling)/out through your pussy (when soaking wet)
malleable/pliable (+ pliant)
braindead (this is a 50/50, sometimes it feels gore-y for some reason)
brain/IQ draining
dumbing down
melting
I've been gathering these for the past two weeks or so and ahhh, I'm at school right now and literally even reading these makes me so wet, help. Gonna have to wait until I'm at home though 😔 Or maybe not, I've got almost two hours free now so... might stop by the bathroom.
It’s ok, honey <3 I know fully accepting your place as a dumb slut can be kinda hard, especially since you always took so much pride in being intellectually superior to others. You still look kinda smart when you give blowjobs with your glasses on though 🌸✨
Thinking about a sweet hypnotist who knows that you're going through a hard time, deciding that they're going help you.
Their words are softer than usual, reassurance that you're doing amazing sweetheart falling more freely than it did in other sessions...
Soon you feel yourself slipping into that blissful trance you'd been seeking, blissfully unaware of each suggestion being implanted into your subconscious.
Eventually you wake up, mind foggy on just one particular part but it doesn't feel wrong so you don't feel the need to ask what they had done.
You go on about your day, maybe even days pass before you think about what had you upset just before that session. You think that you're about to find yourself crying or even fuming again, assuming that you'd have the same reaction but ... suddenly there's a burning between your thighs?
Your eyes aren't burning tears nor is your face burning with frustration— you can feel your body beginning to warm and burn with a desperate need to stroke and rub, hump and rut against whatever could give you stimulation. Your mind is growing blank excluding the phrase 'touch yourself sweetheart, don't feel bad' in the sweet hypnotist's voice.
Did your sweet hypnotist really make it where you couldn't even think about something upsetting without automatically shutting your mind off with the only desire to be bringing yourself to as many orgasms as possible?
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put her in subspace and start asking her really difficult and confusing questions she doesn't know the answer to until she feels so so so dumb and lost that she needs you to think for her completely
being forced to admit things is so incredibly humiliating... yet hot. like i’m gonna whine and hate you during every fucking second of it but also be embarrassingly desperate and drippy
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this post can be considered hypnosis-adjacent except not at all, you have to squint really hard if you wanna see hypno, haha. but there are naked women so hope you'll read anyways.
i've been away these few days (again) and the writing part of my exams is done! no idea if i passed but it was easy.
during the days filled with studies and school, i didn't have much time, but yesterday, i had some free time and decided to pick up a pencil and paper which i haven't done in years.
i saw a picture, roughly sketched with a pen on our school's bathroom door and decided to recreate it — until suddenly the paper filled with more drawings and i've been doing nothing but drawing since that moment.
keep in mind that i have NEVER been able to draw a naked body, it always came out weird and i haven't tried it in literal years.
my favourite one is the puppy, of course.
at first, it was supposed to be a full-bodied dressed woman but then i couldn't figure out how to do the arms so i put them behind her back. next, i had no idea how to draw knees so i just didn't and it looks kind of as if she was kneeling.
the collar and underwear just appeared out of nowhere, i swear. and then the muscles.
and look — i am mostly a submissive woman but fuck do i sometimes want a pretty masc woman on her knees in front of me.
anyways, hope you like these ♡ i'll check back in here after some time again.
LMAO. This was supposed to be a rant post, okay? 😭 But I got a little too into my imagination and suddenly it's an hour and a half later, fifteen minutes after one in the morning and I've just finished writing a short fic. It was fun, I felt a little fuzzy while I was writing this as well. The end feels a little rushed but with the amount of ideas I've got in my head rn, I'd have been here until like three a. m. sooo stay tuned for part two! Which might come eventually.
I have no idea if it makes sense since it's the first piece of literature I've written in a while while also being my first hypnofic ever sooo enjoy and let me know what you think! ♡
Oh to be a spectator during a hypnosis show.
If we forget about the fact that I'd 100% volunteer to be one of the subjects, I think I'd like to start as an inexperienced and unassuming spectator. Someone who came to the show as a result of a dare or a bet, someone who came out of curiosity or skepticism.
I can already see it.
Finding a seat close enough to the stage to see and hear perfectly but not enough to be noticed because it's embarrassing for me to be here. I don't believe in hypnosis.
A soft hum coming out of speakers under every single seat as the show starts.
A few people volunteer and I think to myself that they're probably paid actors. Hypnosis isn't real.
The buzz of the speakers gets a little louder but no one notices, everyone focused on the stage where all the magic is happening.
I watch as the few subjects' heads drop to the side one by one, lashes fluttering as their eyes move under their eyelids and lips slightly parted. All while the hypnotist speaks.
"Look into the farthest corner of your mind," he instructs the subjects, fingers brushing along their foreheads, one by one. "Do you see it? It's a theme park."
The lights in the room dim, only a few colorful ones illuminating the stage. "So many colors, aren't there? Why don't you look at them for me?"
I blink, finding myself confused. Was he talking about the imaginary theme park or the lights around the auditorium? The volunteers on stage were told to keep their eyes closed no matter what so it has to be the former.
I examine the flickering hues on the stage, momentarily zoning out. Those are some interesting colors. Stage lights I'm familiar with from other performances can usually only do the basics — red, green, blue and maybe yellow. But these are nicer. Baby blue, pastel pink and purple. Much easier on the eyes.
I shift in my seat, attempting to get a little more comfortable.
"Take a deep breath in," the hypnotist instructs and the volunteers comply... and so do I. "Do you smell that? Isn't it nice?"
A soft scent mixture wafts through the room, pleasant and familiar. There are a lot of different smells — mainly savoury meals or snacks like popcorn or hot dogs — all theme-park-typical smells. Among those scents is another, one that stands out to me the most. It's sweet, warm, sugary...
...ah. Cotton candy.
It smells like home, in a way, like I'm a ten-year-old girl again, pulling my dad along to take me on another ride even though I just ate.
I take another deep breath in on instinct, just to keep that scent for a while longer. Saliva starts gathering on my tongue which makes me swallow but it doesn't help, the smell is too strong, too tasty.
I open my mouth just slightly and my tongue slips out, running along my upper and lower lip to wet them. Why am I suddenly—
"The lights are so pretty," the hypnotist breathes out almost dreamily, cutting off my train of thought and I find myself nodding along. They are really pretty, with the way they're moving from spot to spot across the stage, the ceiling, the audience. At one point, a pink flicker runs over me and it sends warmth throughout my entire body.
I feel something wet, something warm, slowly running down from the corner of my mouth. I bring my hand up to wipe away the—
"It feels nice to have your thoughts leak out your mouth."
My breath stutters and my hand freezes mid-air. I blink once, then twice, getting a little too difficult to open my eyelids with each blimks, and I return my gaze to the hypnotist. He's looking at the volunteers, he's talking to the volunteers but...
Why does it feel like he's talking to me?
"Drooling out your intelligence feels so good."
My hand drops back onto the armrest as a drop of saliva falls on my sweater. Then another. And another.
"It feels so much better than having to think."
It... kind of does. I think. I don't think. I don't know. What?
"It's getting all over your clothes. You're almost like a dumb puppy. Drooling everywhere for no reason at all."
No reason? But... the cotton candy—
SNAP. A simple, quiet snap of the fingers.
My eyes fly open — when did I even close them? — and I look around me.
Most of the other spectators in the audience mirror my expression — confused and a little dazed.
I glance down at my chest and run the palm of my hand over the fabric of my sweater. *Dry.* That's—
I bring my hands up to my head, gently rubbing my temples to cut through the forming headache.
"...and that is why hypnosis is real."
My eyes shoot to the stage except there are no people there anymore, only the hypnotist on a chair in the center of the stage, smiling down at the audience. He raises from the seat and clasps his hands together.
"Now that we've got the boring theoretical stuff out of the way, why don't we begin with the first round of volunteers?"
