WELCOME TO THE HIGHVMIND

My composure slipped first, not in a dramatic way, but like a ribbon coming loose. The more I let go, the more pliable I became. First my mind then my body. Loose at the joints, heavy and light at the same time. Like gravity finally remembered me and I just let it hold me instead of fighting it. My body didn’t feel like something to control, it felt like something warm and yielding, perfectly content to fold, lean, or drape wherever it was guided.

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And thus began a series of sessions in which he’d get one or two words out of me by various means and I got to feel overpowered and outsmarted. And he was so unbothered by my resistance and so confident that he would get all the words in good time and just going for one or two at a time only meant extending his own fun and cripes. By the end I wanted to give them up so bad and he wouldn’t let me give more than 1 or 2 in a session e.e

Like, sure, if you read my blog or talk to me face-to-face, you’d probably think “this guy has no issues expressing himself,” and you’re not wrong.

But: this guy also is incapable of asking for what he wants. And also says what he thinks people want to hear, a lot.

Getting made to say what’s actually on my mind, to say what I *want* (what I really, really want)? To do it without even thinking about it? To hear my voice say a thing some part of me does not want it to say?

But, in particular, I really love the priming. It's like...

Captured in my gaze, paralyzed by it, held within it. Eyes as something you can get lost in. Staring into them. Inside them you can see so much color, white with flecks of red, blues with thriving green, and a black pit. So much texture, thorns reaching towards rings layered in valleys and cracks.

And so, so much meaning in their motion, every twitch and flick of them corresponding to a precise thought. Seeing you. Lost in them, you can feel me watching you. Looking at you. Every detail of you mine for the taking. Taking you apart.

It's enough to compel you to freeze still. Still in my gaze, you feel like a deer in headlights. Look up and find yourself lost. Nowhere you can go, nothing that you can do, that won't be seen. Seen by me. Gaze like a flashlight pointing at you.

Hyperaware of every inch of your skin the light touches. It almost itches, doesn't it. The light is warm. But you're pinned down like a butterfly by it. Struggling to breathe.

Hypnosis can set up an obedient headspace. Teach a subject what it feels like to obey first and think second. Set up the framework for commands and submission to become more deeply ingrained later. Impress upon a subject the weight that words should carry to it.

Training is really then where it becomes the most fun. Exercising the muscles that hypnosis set up. Implementing rewards structures and tightening the collar. Practicing in different settings, requiring faster responses, illustrating deeper follow through. Figuring out exactly what you want your subject to be, and shaping it into that.

Imagine a Dom forcing you to eat 3 nutritious meals a day.

Imagine your Master making you get at least 8 hours of sleep at night like the little person with needs that you are.

Imagine how cruel it would be for them to make you exercise in the morning, go for a jog, or do some yoga.

Imagine them forcing you to drink plenty of water throughout the day.

Think about coming home from work, exhausted, only for your Owner to order you to take a shower and remember to wash your hair.

Just think about how much it'll hurt when they tell you to turn off your phone for at least half an hour before you go to sleep in clean pajamas.