"M-mind blank, legs spread," Emily sighed, her voice breathy and dazed, but she didn't have the expressionless face of a mindlessly hypnotized slave. She looked slightly nervous as she pumped the toy in and out of her sloppy wet cunt, like a student on her first day in class constantly looking to the teacher for reassurance, and in some ways that was even sexier than if she'd simply dropped so deep she had no idea what was happening to her. Emily was conscious enough to know that she was being turned into Lynn's plaything, and submissive enough to want to be sure she was doing it right. That was surprisingly sexy.

And it wasn't like Lynn didn't know how to guide her into that state of deeper trance they were both looking for. "That's right, good girl," she purred, her soft cooing praise visibly relaxing and reassuring the half-naked young woman sitting on a blanket in the middle of Lynn's living room floor. "Just pushing that nice big toy in and out for me, every thrust centering your attention more and more on pleasure. The less you think, the better it feels, and the better it feels the less you think." Lynn could see Emily's bright blue eyes beginning to go glassy and unfocused at that--she knew the pretty blonde had probably heard just about every mantra in Lynn's repertoire a few hundred times before they even started messaging each other, and hearing something already so ingrained in her malleable brain was enough to remind Emily of exactly what she wanted to happen this first time out.

Well. First time out in person. Lynn knew from personal experience that cute little Emily was a total slut for text hypnosis and even video chat with the people she trusted, and honestly Lynn was only one of a half-dozen tops who fit that particular bill. But she was the first one Emily had encountered who was actually local, and once they got to know each other it felt almost inevitable that sooner or later they'd wind up hooking up. This was a bit of a test run, no touching permitted, but for Lynn the mental kink was even better than the physical sex and she could sit here all day watching Emily drone out, "The less I think, the better I f-feel," while she pumped a dildo in and out of her leaky cunt.

"The better I feel the… the less I think," Emily continued, and now Lynn was truly beginning to see those signs of deep trance she was looking for--the younger woman's voice was starting to become just a little bit slurred as her facial muscles began to relax and her jaw went ever so slightly slack, and of course her gaze was now locking onto nothing but empty air because her mind was focusing more and more intently inward. That very special fog was beginning to cloud Emily's thoughts, turning her vacant and empty and suggestible, and even though Lynn had already played with her little cutie's brain more than a few times there was definitely something potent about seeing it happen. Lynn's fingers found the crotch of her slacks and began to rub.

Emily's first climax dropped her even deeper into trance, and Lynn was grateful they'd put down a few pillows as well because the young blonde went limp pretty quickly once she was fully blank and Lynn's basement apartment didn't exactly have the softest floors. But she never stopped fucking herself, not even when the rest of her body relaxed into boneless indolence, and already Lynn was beginning to look forward to those future sessions when Emily welcomed a little more interaction between them.

For example, sometimes hypnosis is portrayed like: "Character gets hypnotized. They're fully aware, but can't stop themself from obeying the villain's commands. They're forced to just watch helplessly."

And sometimes it's portrayed like: "Character is basically asleep inside. Totally out of it. Once they snap out of it, they have no memory of what happened."

But I like the in-between. It's underrated and hot af:

Whumpee is just aware enough to know they're hypnotized. But they're too hypnotized to care that they're hypnotized.

Snapping out of hypnosis, rather than being like waking up from unconsciousness, is more like like suddenly snapping out of being drunk or high.

They remember being hypnotized. They remember feeling relaxed, and blank.

But they didn't even try to disobey, because trying to avoid being obedient when you're hypnotized is like trying to avoid being stupid when you're drunk.

In hindsight, you regret stupid things you did and said while drunk. But, in the moment, all your brain could do was go: "Hehe I feel silly."

Every human can be hypnotized.

I know that sounds like a big claim, but stay with me for a second.

What people call “hypnosis” isn’t some rare trance you either unlock or don’t. It’s just a shift in attention. And you already do that all the time without thinking about it.

Like… you ever pick up your phone for a second and then suddenly it’s an hour later?

Or you drive somewhere and realize you don’t remember half the trip?

Or a show pulls you in and three hours just vanish?

Or a song hits and you feel something strong out of nowhere?

That’s the same kind of state.

Same thing when you get lost in a book.

Or when you’re staring out a window and your mind drifts.

Or when you replay something in your head and your body reacts like it’s happening again.

Or when you’re focused on something and everything else fades out.

That’s it. That’s the doorway.

So when someone says “I can’t be hypnotized,” what’s usually happening is not that they can’t. It’s that they’re watching themselves too closely.

They’re sitting there like, “Is this working? Am I doing it right? Should I feel different yet?”

And that checking kind of snaps you out of it.

It’s a little like trying to fall asleep while constantly asking yourself if you’re asleep yet. It keeps you awake.

Another thing is expectation. People think hypnosis is supposed to feel dramatic or weird or like losing control. Most of the time it’s actually pretty subtle. More like getting absorbed than getting taken over.

So if you want to get into it, don’t try to “enter a trance.”

Just follow.

Treat it like someone telling you a story. Let your attention go where it wants to go. If your mind wanders, that’s fine. If you feel normal, that’s fine too.

You’re not trying to force a state. You’re letting one happen.

And honestly, the fact that you want to understand your partner better? That already puts you in a really good spot. That kind of openness helps more than any technique.

You blinked, trying to remember… you – this hadn’t always been like this – right? Your mind was crumbling. “You just like doing what I tell you. It feels nice, doesn’t it?” It… It did. Where had your righteous indignation gone? “It feels so wonderful to let me decide things for you.”

You couldn’t get their voice out of your head. You couldn’t resist the feeling of bliss that was flowing through you. “So of course you give in. Of course, you accept my choices. Like what clothes to wear. When to work out. What to eat.” That made sense. Of course you accepted.

Your resistance had crumbled. You didn’t remember why you had been resisting your hypnotist. That was so silly. “You just surrender and accept my words.” Your head felt so heavy. Like their hands were the only thing holding you up. “Like you’re doing right now.”

They smiled, and you felt your brain grow fuzzier. Hazier. “You’re not brainwashed, toy. No. You’re far beyond that. You’re owned. You’re all mine.” A small flicker of that resistance sparked again. But it wasn’t enough, you sank back down. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

After a few moments trying to think, you nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Oh, I guess I told a lie, I had been brainwashing you. Back when you needed brainwashing. Now I don’t need to. You already do whatever I tell you. Because you’re such a good plaything, aren’t you?”

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