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hypnosis/brainwashing/mind control
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ageplay/fictional age gap
fauxcest/fictional incest
transformation
vore
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i'll read the most basic dry description of a hypnosis experiment and somehow just reading about how the hypnotist would give a suggestion and then quietly observe the subject's reaction for 10 seconds makes me go like. ohh i'm imagining it... being observed for 10 seconds after a hypnotic suggestion......... wow................ chills.................. like you are literally just imagining an experimenter looking at you. come on
i don't usually frame hypnosis as being about like, fully believing and experiencing things that aren't actually happening, but thinking of it like that does make it feel kind of creepy. in a way that i do like. i feel like it's easier for me to believe in it when it's framed more like being about imagining something and playing along... but a part of me does kinda wanna just like fully completely be made to believe something that isn't true
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imagining a mind control collar but like part of it goes through the skin in the back of your neck and up into your head and implants something into your brain
i like a subject saying all of the stuff they want, being like, "i want to be completely mindless" or "i want to be unable to resist being hypnotized" etc and the hypnotist just being like "and you will be." it's like, even though the subject is saying that and wants that, the hypnotist still carries all that power in granting them that. the subject is more active but the power dynamic is the same. and there's usually also an added layer of like. you know the stuff they're saying and asking for is probably also stuff the hypnotist has already encouraged them to want too
honestly if we did live in a world where abortion access was super easy i really wonder if i would be like that woman with a breeding kink who just keeps getting pregnant and then getting abortions
Do u ever listen to hypnosis files, and if so do you have any recs?
not really, sometimes jim listens to ultrahypnosis which is like. i mean he's fine i guess. personally i'm just too picky for most stuff so i usually just listen to ones adrianus makes just for me
oh actually. dalton does asmr doesn't really do like. stuff that's specifically labeled hypnosis or anything, but some of his sleep videos are kinda hypnotic, i like those. probably not really what you're looking for though
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it sounds kind of stupid but being made to scroll less often and spend less time compulsively like checking for notifications and stuff does feel like a kind of bondage. you know it really does work out for me that i sexualize just like being made to do things that are actually good for me. as i get more and more healthy and have more and more good habits i want you all to know that i got there by being a pervert about it. when adrianus told me i wasn't allowed to play video games in bed and i thought it was kind of hot it was all over for me. or i guess the opposite of over. it was the beginning for me.
Im not sure if this is the right blog, but i think im plural? and there was a post here that said it was ok to send questions so im assuming it's okay? but uh you said that naming everyone and like. separating them is important, but do you have any tips for someone who's struggling with that? like, how do we get the host to stop insisting that they're making it up for long enough to actually heal? sorry for the dump, feel free to ignore it if u want frfr
i don't mind the message, it is alright asking me about that stuff. i don't know if i ever said that naming everyone and separating them is important so you might kinda be mixing me up with someone else, but i'll still answer the best i can anyway.
anyway, a lot of this stuff is a kind of gradual process and hard to force. i mean, there's no answer i can give you that will just like immediately solve all of these problems or anything. a lot of stuff just takes time and experience no matter what you do. but there are definitely ways to push things in the right direction, or at least limit resistance and conflict.
so for the host, the big thing i want to say is like, it honestly doesn't matter if you're "really" anything. it's not productive to focus on diagnostic criteria or have this separation in your mind between like real and fake systems or whatever. the thing that matters is thinking of things in ways that are actually productive. i mean it genuinely wouldn't matter if you were "making it up" - if making it up looks exactly the same as not making it up, there's no reason to make a distinction. you should be describing what's actually going on in your head and how you experience it, not what you think other people might see from the outside. if you experience yourself as multiple people or multiple parts of a person, then it really is a lot easier in the long run to acknowledge that and respect that and go along with it. i mean it doesn't seem like it's going away even if you keep ignoring it. it's understandable to be scared of it for a lot of different reasons, and you should be able to accept and respect your own fears too, but just accepting it on some level, even if you have to kind of compromise with yourself and can't accept it fully yet, is a good step forward. and being honest about those fears and acknowledging them also makes it easier for you to figure out how to work through them, too.
for differentiating between different parts, that's a whole long and very personal process. and also like, every system is different. some systems don't differentiate as much between parts, or differentiate more between some parts and less between others, etc. some parts are just more similar to each other or more blurry or vague than others. there's nothing inherently wrong with that. but if you're distressed about it and feel like there's more under the surface and you just can't see it yet, it's probably a good sign to explore that. and there are lots of different ways to do that. but i think the big thing is just like, try not to treat everything like an interrogation or something. and also, it's good to know that parts aren't always immediately fully formed and confident in their identities, either. that definitely can happen, where someone pops up and they already have a name and an appearance and a strong personality and all of these preferences and tastes and specific memories and knowledge of their role, etc... but like. for us at least, that isn't the norm. sometimes even parts who have been around for a long time still have to learn things like how they want to present themselves, and what role they've been playing, and all of that. it's not always just about discovering a self or identity that's already there - there can be a process of building one, too. it can be a lot more helpful to ask "what do i want? who do i want to be?" than "who am i?"
and for us, we like to learn more about ourselves and each other through fun activities and games and that kind of stuff. we like pokemon, so we think of what pokemon we'd be, or what teams we'd have as trainers. or we'll draw ourselves and each other, or make ourselves and each other with picrew and dress up games. back when internal communication was harder for us (that can take practice too), sometimes it was easier for us to talk by like typing or writing out conversations, too, and that was also easier if we were talking about something fun instead of trying to jump right to serious stuff. these examples might not fit you, but like, you might be able to think of equivalent things that are more relevant to your interests and how you work.
anyway, we were also super lost and confused at first, and spent a whole year in denial even after we technically discovered our system. it's always rough at first. it takes time to get used to it and adjust. but at least for us, we found that after we started to adapt to it, we turned out to be way better at being multiple people than we ever were at being a singular person. like, we were really bad at that. so as confusing and complicated as it can be, i think it's way better than forcing yourself to be something you're not.
if anyone else has advice or things to add they can reply or reblog or send their own asks
there's this thing where adrianus will tell me to do something and i'll just kind of be like "alright, alright, whatever..." because i don't really want to, and he'll calmly say "is that how you talk to me?" and it makes me kind of short circuit every time. honestly it wasn't really like set up to be any kind of trigger but it sort of functions as one anyway. it's like as soon as i hear it i blank out for a second and scramble to give a more positive response
fantasy story containing sibling incest, noncon, and breeding
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"you're too close," jim said, his body stiff as they snuggled up next to him on the couch.
"you always say that, but you never do anything about it," shark responded, moving even closer, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around them. "it's not like you can't push me away."
"well, i don't really want to manhandle you." he was avoiding eye contact.
"when did you get so weird around me, anyway?"
"probably when you got too old to keep acting like this with your brother," he said.
"what, i can't be around you? i can't be close with you? we've just gotta be distant now?"
"you know that's not what i mean," he said. "this would be too close even if you were just with a friend."
"you can't just sit with your friends?"
"do you really act like this with everyone?" he asked, shifting in his seat.
"am i really not allowed to cuddle with people?"
"if you keep being like that, you're going to..." he trailed off, taking a deep breath, looking even farther away from them. "i'm just concerned about you sometimes."
they wrapped their arms around him, half sitting in his lap. "but i'm the weird one, huh? even though you're overprotective and possessive?"
"i don't want to be," he said quickly. "i'm not trying to be. you just keep... if you would just leave me alone, it would be easier."
"well, i think it's cute."
"you really shouldn't say things like that."
"but it is."
they straddled him, leaning closer to his face.
his breathing was uneven, his eyes still refusing to look at them. "please don't do this," he said. "i know you just like getting a reaction from me, but this is too much."
"i'm just sitting in your lap," they said. "what, are you scared you're gonna get hard and i'll feel it?"
"don't talk about that," he said quietly.
"i don't care. it's not a big deal."
"well, you don't think it is, but..."
they moved their hips, grinding against him just a little bit, their underwear rubbing against his sweatpants.
"look, see? it isn't a big deal. you have a dick, it gets hard sometimes, it's fine. it's getting hard right now, and no one's dying."
"i'm serious, you can't..." he gingerly grabbed their hips, very gently trying to hold them in place and stop them, but shark continued moving. "this isn't normal," he barely said, his voice almost a whisper.
"it doesn't matter if it's normal," they responded. "you're just too scared of everything. you're too scared of being close with me. i'm just trying to show you that it's fine. it doesn't matter. you don't have to overthink everything all the time."
his hands rested on their hips as they continued lazily thrusting against him, no longer even trying to stop them.
"it's just..." they could feel his heartbeat. he was fully hard in his pants. "well, whatever. i get it. you can stop now."
they stopped, sitting pressed up against him. they felt their own arousal pulsing through their t-dick, but didn't really think much of it.
"you see?" they said. "it's fine. i don't care that you're hard while i'm sitting with you."
his face was red. his hands still didn't move, seemingly frozen in place.
"seriously, you can relax. you can look at me."
his eyes darted back and forth, only glancing at them. "i just..."
"what, are you still afraid? are you afraid that just sitting like this is gonna make you fall in love with me? are you afraid you're not gonna be able to stop yourself from fucking me? come on. just sitting here isn't going to do anything."
reluctantly, he looked back at them.
"see?"
he stared for a moment, still seeming tense, but it looked like something was subtly shifting inside of him.
one of his hands shakily caressed their hip.
"it's nice, isn't it?" they said. "it's alright being close."
"it's..." he swallowed. his finger rubbed the skin underneath their shirt. "it's too much," he said quietly. "you're..."
"it's fine. i trust you. i know you're not going to do anything."
"you trust me too much," he said, gripping their hips more tightly. "i... i just..."
he slowly moved his hips, rubbing against them as he held them in place.
it caught them off guard. it felt completely different when he was doing it.
this wasn't supposed to happen.
"hey, hey," they said, still trying to be casual. "look, i don't actually want to... i was just trying to show you..."
one of his hands moved to their back, pressing their body against his, as he rolled his hips against theirs, his cock pulsing through the fabric.
"i'm sorry if i went too far," they said quickly. "i get it, you don't have to..."
"it's not- it's not to teach you a lesson," he panted near their ear. "i just..." his movements felt hungry, desperate, just barely restrained. "i kept thinking about it... i kept thinking about you... i kept thinking about something happening to you, and i just..."
they squirmed, but he only held them tighter, moaning softly.
"i wanted to prove that i didn't want that," he murmured. "i'd think about it, and i'd touch myself... but i just... it still felt good..."
they felt more helpless by the second. fear was starting to set in.
"you're... you're being ridiculous," they said. "you're not..."
every complaint and attempt and resistance only seemed to turn him on more.
"i... i couldn't get off to anything else," he said. "i just... i kept thinking of you... pushing someone until they molested you... and every time, it just... it felt better... i couldn't stop thinking about it..."
they moaned, their t-dick twitching. somehow, even though the fear and helplessness, they were still turned on.
"i keep thinking about someone..." his breath was hot against their ear. "i keep thinking about someone... pushing... pushing himself inside of you... holding you down... while you try to get away... and i just..." he was rutting against them. "i don't want it, but... but i just... when i think of someone cumming deep inside of you... when i think of someone getting you pregnant... it's horrible, but it's just..."
his hand was fumbling with their underwear. they squirmed harder, but he pushed them down onto their back, holding them down as he slid it off, pulling down his own pants.
"fuck, you really can't-"
"i just need to rub against it," he panted, pushing his hard, throbbing cock against them, moaning as it slid along their wet slit. "god, you're so wet," he muttered, his hand sliding up their shirt, groping their chest.
it felt so much better than it should have. they felt themself tip their hips up, like they wanted him inside of them. their heart pounded, and they almost felt dizzy and feverish, but a part of them wanted it.
jim wasn't stopping, anyway. it didn't seem like he could stop. it was as if he was in a trance, just acting out a fantasy without even thinking of the consequences as anything except an extra spice. he wasn't even trying to avoid their entrance, the tip of his cock rubbing and poking against it as he laid on top of them, caressing and grabbing their body like it was his.
"it's just so good," he panted. "i just... you're just... i tried to deny it, but..." he kissed their neck. "i did always like you... i did always... it was because i wanted you."
the tip of his cock was pressing into them, starting to slide inside.
"fuck, jim, you need to stop," they moaned, shuddering.
"you wanted it, too," he said, rocking his hips, rubbing against their entrance until the head was sliding in and out of them, slipping just a little bit deeper each time. "you kept pushing me... you're so wet... you... you had to... this had to happen to you..."
"it's going in," they murmured, but their own hips were moving against his, letting him deeper into them.
their legs wrapped around him, almost reflexively.
"it's too late," he whispered, already halfway inside of them, and continuing to force himself deeper. "i'm going to cum inside you."
before they could respond, he kissed them on the lips, shoving his entire cock into them. "good," he murmured. "that's so good..."
they felt so full, so violated, but they wrapped their arms around him. it still felt good being close to him.
he angled their hips up, thrusting as deeply as possible, rubbing his cock right against a sensitive spot inside of them. they moaned with every movement, every sound coming out of them becoming more pathetic and weak and feminine sounding than the last.
"fuck," they moaned, "you're gonna get me pregnant."
he held still for a moment, pressed deep inside, his cock throbbing against their walls as he caught his breath.
"i am," he said in a low voice, before moving more quickly and erratically. "i'm going to get you pregnant."
it was enough to make them squirm again, but they were in an even more helpless position than last time, and he was only getting rougher.
he didn't even need his hands to hold them down in this position, his bodyweight keeping them pinned. one hand was still groping their chest, the other moving to their swollen t-dick, rubbing it and putting pressure on it as he slammed into them.
the extra stimulation was already becoming too much. he was going to force them to cum while he was inside of them. he was going to make them milk his cum out of him.
"fuck, please," they whined, unable to say much else, barely able to think about anything except the fear, helplessness, and pleasure they were feeling all at once. "please, please-"
his neck kisses turned to biting and sucking. he was moaning more loudly, his hips slapping against theirs with satisfying wet squelching sounds. they were both close.
"please-" their voice was small. "pull out, please-"
his thrusting was becoming more shallow, his hips locked against theirs as he stayed deep inside of them, just barely moving to create friction. he rubbed and pinched their t-dick and their nipple, shuddering as they squeezed his cock more and more.
"i'm gonna cum," they said helplessly.
"good," he moaned. "i want you to cum. i need you to cum..."
"fuck, please-" they tried to grab his arms, but they couldn't even budge them. there was nothing they could do. they twitched and spasmed, but it only pushed them over the edge into an orgasm, sending pure, helpless, mind-numbing pleasure through their whole body. they couldn't stop themself from squeezing and pulsing around their brother's leaking cock.
there was another overwhelming wave of pleasure as his cum shot into them, filling them with pump after pump of thick, warm semen, enough to make them feel like their body was being stretched, like it was bulging out through their stomach.
he continued groping and molesting them, even as they both came down from their orgasms.
"i've been holding this back for so long..." he muttered. "i thought... i thought after i came, i would regret it, but..."
he kissed them again, a slow kiss, forcing his tongue into their mouth, pushing and probing as he held their face, only becoming hungrier as they groaned and whimpered and tried to pull away.
his mouth stayed close to theirs even when he broke the kiss. "but it just feels so good..."
they had a feeling he still wasn't done. and it wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied.
they weren't sure he was ever going to be satisfied.
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"mesmerize" has already just become like a normal word that people use that just kinda means like visual fixation, but it's funny seeing people who are into hypno specifically talk about "mesmerism" and "mesmerists" and stuff or naming hypnotic characters after mesmer when you like. know who mesmer was. i mean i really admire and respect any hypothetical brave perverts who really genuinely are aroused by the idea of animal magnetism but i know that most people probably just think that the word mesmerism sounds sexy and mystical
and to be clear i'm not saying it's bad that people are throwing around those terms, i don't think it really even matters at all, i actually think it's funny that mesmerism turned into that and that's how people think of it these days. it's just that my connotations aren't like, ooh here's a sexy mystical version of hypnosis, my connotations are, oh yea this is the practice where they thought there was some magnetic force inside of people that you manipulate to cure illnesses. magnetic sleep is still a really fun term for trance though. and magnetic promise is a really good term for posthypnotic suggestions. just like, aesthetically. magnetic passes seem kinda fun too. it's not impossible to make it kinda sexy or anything it's just very easy for it to be unsexy when you've mostly read about how stupid it was and some of the annoying people who practiced it
