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i'm also imagining a situation where a subject is made to repeat something but it's framed more like a memory game. like the hypnotist gives them one mantra or suggestion at a time and they repeat it, and then the hypnotist asks if they can repeat every single one in order. and so they're motivated to do it to prove they can remember. even if it means repeating hypnotic or embarrassing things
subject muttering a suggestion or mantra under their breath the way you do when you need to remember something. quietly talking themself through a suggestion step by step like when you're alone in your house trying to focus on something or figure something out. like it's just some mundane normal thing they're doing
saying stuff like "just relax... don't think about anything... just go into trance..." to themself the same way someone mutters to themself that they need to get their keys and their wallet before they leave the house. just reminding themself what they're supposed to be doing. making sure they don't forget. or repeating the same word or phrase over and over like you do if you need to remember an address or a number for a second, just to keep it in your head, trying not to lose it.
they have really human-like voices, and almost sound like they're speaking human language, using the same kind of rhythm and sounds as whatever language humans near them speak, but it doesn't actually mean anything to people. the tone and cadence is like a hypnotist, but there's different variations, like ones that sound more firm and confident and loud like a stage hypnotist, and others that are more low and steady, or soft and gentle.
sometimes hypno in different regions have different objects they hold up, depending on what they can find and what people nearby associate with hypnosis. so they might have a pocket watch or a crystal pendant or something like that. there are even hypno who don't hold up anything and just use hand movements similar to drowzee.
they like going after people and prefer the taste of people's dreams (or maybe they're just more filling or energizing?), but they can give more specific suggestions to other pokemon and hypnotize them more effectively, because other pokemon can understand what they're saying, and people can't. most of them don't really bother doing anything complicated though, because inducing drowsiness and sleep is all it takes for them to eat. the dreams they eat don't have to be like actual dreams, they can be dreamy feelings and daydreams and that kind of thing, too. but actual dreams are probably more substantial, especially really vivid ones.
their psychic power can sometimes make the hypnosis more effective, but it depends on how they use it and who the subject is, just like with any other tool or technique. most of the effect really is just suggestion. they have a lot more success with people who have been hypnotized before and who want to be hypnotized. a lot of supposed incidents of hypno taking people away are really situations where the person chose to follow the hypno themself.
hypno are actually usually pretty docile when they're caught, and ones who are close with their trainers might go into a bit of a trance while being given commands.
just questions like "how does that feel?" "do you feel it?" etc are so much. especially when they're more specific... like... "do you feel that tingle going down your spine?" it's like, well, now i do... now that you've said that...
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hypnosis tricked me into thinking that doing breathing exercises is sexy and so now i'm way better at them than i used to be. i used to really hate them
since the others were interested in my perspective, and i was closer to the front since i was writing earlier, i was thinking a bit about my own dominance.
you know, it's very interesting, as a system, not really knowing whether some of our tastes were influenced by other parts of our system, and if so, which way that influence went. it would be easy to see me as a sort of idealized fantasy who originated from the others' desires. i do happen to like many of the things they do, from the perspective of the dominant, while they generally want to play the submissive role. but then, there may also be fantasies that i had first, and projected onto them, until they ended up enjoying them, too.
the real answer is probably more complicated than that, of course. it isn't really that the others existed first, and then created me - we were all developing together, alongside each other, and i think i've been around in some form for a very long time. so i'm sure many of these things went both ways from the start. before we even understood or had the language for it.
but there are definitely recurring things in different stories with me written by different parts of us, and i think they do reflect my own tastes. i do like to compare myself to a spider. i do feel an almost instinctive desire to wrap someone up, to make someone who was twitching and shuddering slowly relax until they aren't moving at all. i like dolls, and dress up. i like pets, and feel a weakness for anything that's small and cute. and i myself like to relax and indulge. it feels natural comparing that to a kind of hunger, as well. i particularly like it with sweets and desserts. though in reality, i've had a craving for spicy things, too. that just doesn't quite translate as well to the sorts of scenes that we enjoy. it's a bit funny to imagine, though. eating someone who is a little spicy. maybe that would be shark. the spiciness is meant to discourage you from eating, and yet it only makes it more addictive to certain people... well, there could be something there.
subject muttering a suggestion or mantra under their breath the way you do when you need to remember something. quietly talking themself through a suggestion step by step like when you're alone in your house trying to focus on something or figure something out. like it's just some mundane normal thing they're doing
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"you look nice today," adrianus said softly, admiring rain from across the table.
for their date, they were just having a simple tea party, with a cute tea set, and some little sandwiches. rain was wearing a dress that fit the occasion. it suited her.
but that wasn't really what he was talking about, when he said she looked nice. he was looking at her face. her soft, subtle, unmoving smile, her sleepy, glassy eyes. her blank stare, which didn't change in the slightest after he spoke.
he poured them both some tea, mixing in the appropriate amounts of cream and sugar, casually asking rain how much she wanted, and if the amount he gave her was right, knowing she wasn't going to answer. he even noticed how her eyes remained fixed in one place, even as he moved in front of her, speaking about her tea, which was not really in her line of sight.
"you know, you have such good manners, dear," he said to her, setting the teapot back down. he took a few slow sips of his tea, watching as she didn't even touch hers, her hands folded politely in her lap, her body relaxed and still.
"it's so nice, having a little date like this with you. we should really do this more often, shouldn't we?" he spoke slowly, in an affectionate, hypnotic tone. "you think so too, don't you? that's good."
a lot of the act was for rain's benefit, but he was very amused with it, himself. there was something beautiful about it, really. because he knew that she would agree with him. he had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking, of what she would say, if she could talk at that moment. so it wasn't difficult to pretend she had responded.
his affection was natural, as well. he wasn't sure what it was about that stillness, that lack of response, that flooded him with love and excitement, but it always did, and it only became better to him the longer it continued. every time he said something, or did something, particularly something he would normally expect her to respond to, and she continued to just sit there, like a doll, like an object, it made him smile just a bit more fondly.
he grabbed one of the sandwiches, eating it in small bites. he wasn't going to eat too much - the point wasn't to be unfair to her, to keep everything to himself. it was just to enjoy their date, to savor every part of it.
"the sandwiches turned out nicely," he said. "you were very helpful earlier, with all of the preparation... you did a good job."
he had put her in a light trance for the preparation, as well. it worked out nicely, giving her those instructions and guiding her through all of that, before putting her in a deeper trance, and making her stay still for the actual date.
it was also nice, having the opportunity to compliment and praise her when she couldn't argue with it.
"oh, don't be modest," he said, knowing what she was probably thinking. "you really did do most of the work. you did very well. i think you deserve to enjoy it."
he finally moved to sit beside her. "here," he said softly, holding up a spoon. "why don't i feed you some of the pudding you made?"
he tipped up her chin, gently parting her lips, pushing the spoon inside. her mouth only moved just enough to accept it and swallow.
"that's right," he cooed, petting her hair. "it's good, isn't it?"
he tried a bite himself. "oh, that is nice. you see? you did do a good job, didn't you?"
he couldn't help but idly pet and caress her, feeling how soft and relaxed her muscles were. her breathing was noticeable up close, but it was nice and slow, and even. he ran a hand along her neck, to feel her heartbeat. it was a bit fast. a reminder that, as still and calm as she was on the outside, she was still feeling all of it.
"you're so cute," he murmured. "why don't you have some tea, before it gets cold?"
he guided her hand to the cup, stroking her arm, feeling it become stiff and firm in the pose he wanted. "that's it," he said, moving her arm, carefully allowing her to take a sip. "that's right... just drink a little bit of it... i made it exactly how you like it..."
she drank a bit more than he expected, before he guided her hand back down, and moved it away from the cup, relaxing her arm again. "what do you think? it's nice, isn't it? i know how you like that..."
it felt so nice, guiding her like that. moving her exactly the way he wanted to. having to help her even with such basic tasks. and she really was doing so well.
he leaned closer, turning her face toward his, looking into her empty, glassy eyes. she was blushing just a bit now. he loved seeing the blood rushing into her cheeks, even as she was so perfectly still and doll-like, almost lifeless.
"you're just being so cute today," he purred. "i just want to kiss you..." he leaned closer, holding her chin just a bit more firmly. "may i kiss you?" he whispered, moving her head so that she was nodding. "perfect..."
his other arm pulled her into an embrace, as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing deeply and lovingly, even as her lips didn't move, even as her arms stayed limply at her sides instead of returning his embrace and caresses. even as she stayed completely silent, while soft hums, murmurs, and moans escaped his mouth.
"i love you too," he whispered against her lips, his hands wandering along her body. "i'm so lucky to have you. you're all mine, aren't you? mm, that's right..."
filling the silence with only his own words, his own romantic affection, his own sweet nothings, only felt natural. there was nothing to hold him back. it was the sort of love that could only be expressed by overwhelming her with it, that could only be expressed with that strange, sticky, obsessive feeling that came from someone being so hungrily affectionate toward someone who had been reduced almost entirely to an object. he knew she was enjoying every moment of it. but he really did mean every word he said. he was only acting on his own feelings and impulses. it really was as if he couldn't help himself, seeing her like that.
the rest of the tea and the food would just have to wait until he was ready to wake her up.
i really do just like a combination of hypnosis and romantic affection... it can have kind of a creepy spin too. like there is something about basically being turned into a doll and someone kissing and caressing and whispering sweet nothings to your completely limp body... or maybe even acting out a whole little "date" with you like that, where they're the one moving and posing you and even telling you when to talk and what to say, or maybe they just pretend you're responding the way they want you to, even if you don't say anything...
The first thing we’ll start training is your breathing. Slow, steady, even breaths. In, and out, pausing for a few moments between each just like you were sleeping. If you ever find yourself uncertain, just focus on this. Regardless of what’s happening, just keep the rise and fall of your chest to a minimum.
It’s a meditative state I’m teaching you. You focus on your breathing, which in turn leads to a calmer mind. The physical rhythm of drawing in each breath lets you drift away from everything that’s happening to your body.
“Play dead.”
Eyes closed, body limp. You don’t need to move. You don’t need to think. I don’t want a response from you so you don’t need to worry about what sounds are the correct ones to make or how your performance as a participant will be measured.
“Play dead.” When my hand starts to trace up your leg when you should be asleep.
“Play dead.” When the alcohol in your system is too much and your spinning brain doesn’t know what to do.
“Play dead.” When the freeze response takes over and it’s the only comfort you have to cling to.
thinking about a controlling and possessive hypnotist saying that you're just so hypnotically susceptible that they need to make sure that they're the only one who can hypnotize you before anyone else gets to you and takes advantage of it. because it's just so worrying to them how easy you are.
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"oh, you want something different this time?" he cooed. "even though i know you've been enjoying that so much..."
"well, like, i don't want it to be like... i mean, i can get off to other stuff..."
"then why don't you start touching yourself for me?"
they pulled their underwear down, rubbing their wetness onto their finger, before touching their t-dick.
"you're so wet," he murmured. "you're more wet than hard, aren't you? it's like your body just wants to be penetrated... but that's what you've been training it to expect, isn't it?"
heat rushed to their face, as they continued stroking themself. "i mean, i'm pretty hard... it just... it takes a second..."
he pulled out his own cock, lazily stroking it as he watched. the sight of it made them wetter.
"that's right... just keep touching it... let it get nice and hard... like mine."
the blood was rushing to their dick from that, partially from the comparison. they knew theirs wasn't really like his.
"hold it between your fingers..." he continued. "squeeze down on it... the way a man touches himself..."
they listened, holding their t-dick between their finger and their thumb - it was a little awkward for their wrist, but it did feel good. it was a completely different sensation.
"that's right... good boy... oh, you've gotten so big, haven't you?"
their hips twitched.
"good... push your hips into it... as if you're rutting into something... just like a man does it... just like you're penetrating someone..."
somehow this felt more humiliating than any of the standard misgendering and insistence that their body needed to be penetrated, filled up, and impregnated, but they still rolled and jerked their hips into their hand, pumping their t-dick as much as they could.
the contrast between them and adrianus was still driving them crazy - not just how much bigger he was, but his slow, controlled touches, versus their uneven thrusts. his gentle murmurs, versus their heavy breathing and moans.
and they had barely even started touching themself. it was just so much more sensitive than their hole, so much more stimulation than they were used to. and they were so horny already.
"oh, is it too much?" he cooed.
"it's..." they had to slow down for a second to talk. "it's not, it feels good..."
"you look so cute like that..."
they switched to using their index and middle finger, pushing it in between them, all of the movement coming from their hips.
the thing was, it wasn't even like this was their first time getting off like this - they'd done this exact thing around when their bottom growth started, and it felt good then, it felt affirming. they didn't really know when they stopped doing it. but they really spent all that time wanting to grow it, just to start focusing on penetration anyway. just to train themself to want that even more than they ever wanted it before they started t.
just to let adrianus see them like this, like some kind of little boy or an imitation of a man. just to get off to that condescension.
they were too close already. they had to slow down.
"keep going," he murmured. "don't slow down."
their face felt hot as they made themself speed up again, letting him tell them what to do, even when it was more stimulation than they wanted.
"oh, that's right. i know you can handle a little more... you said it wasn't too much for you, didn't you?"
he was throbbing, and his voice was just a little bit uneven. his pace was a little faster. it was obvious how much he loved seeing them like this.
their moans and grunts felt even more uncontrollable and automatic than they thought they could be while masturbating. their jerks and thrusts were shaky and inconsistent. they didn't want to keep going like this, they didn't want to cum yet, the movements were tiring. but they continued for him.
"that's it... just like that... good boy..." as gross as his praise felt, it still felt good, sending them even closer to the edge. "oh, you can't take anymore? is it too much? it's so sensitive, isn't it? so much more sensitive than mine... of course you can't help getting overwhelmed... of course you can't stop yourself from cumming so quickly..."
they couldn't even talk or react. they didn't even have the mental capacity to think about anything except how good it felt, how close they were, how his words were going to bring them over the edge. they couldn't stop now, their hips moving on their own.
"that's right... having the kind of orgasm a man has... you're not used to it, are you? just keep going for me... no matter how intense it is..."
they were almost scared of it, of how intense the orgasm was going to be. they panted in time with their movements, until it was too much all at once, and they came, in a strong, short burst of sensation, all of it right in their t-dick. they could almost imagine something coming out of it. it felt sort of like pushing something out.
the noises they made as they came were strained, almost painful sounding, which earned lots of coos from adrianus.
it felt good, though. it really was a completely different sensation from any other kind of orgasm.
the quickness of it did kind of leave them wanting more, though. their eyes, which had been shut tightly for a while, drifted back over to adrianus' cock. he hadn't finished yet.
"i'm sure that got you very wet," he purred. "as fun as that seemed to be for you, you won't really be satisfied until you're full of cum, will you?"
the orgasm left them feeling kind of weak, and they were still horny, and they couldn't stop staring at the precum leaking out of him.
"your body knows what it really wants," he murmured in a slow, hypnotic tone, "doesn't it?"
they really wanted to stop getting off to that kind of thing. they really should have stopped.
but the idea of him pushing his cock deep inside of them, teasing them about how pathetic they were when they were jacking off like that, about how small they are compared to him, about how it's still just a big clit... about how it just got them even more wet and ready to be penetrated... and giving them hypnotic suggestions about how much better and more satisfying it is for them to cum while being penetrated... it was so stupid, and embarrassing, and wrong, but they practically felt like begging him to show them what they really were, after that silly little pretend game they just played. for his condescending "good boy"s to switch to "good girl"s instead.
and judging from the way he was looking at them, he was probably thinking the same thing.
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for a second i was thinking about the idea of a hypnotist speaking like directly into your brain and then i was like. wait that already happens to me lol. that's normal for me
i've never actually fallen asleep to a sleep hypnosis thing because i can't fall asleep with headphones on, but the idea of genuinely being guided into falling asleep, like, step by step, and on some level being kind of conscious of the moment when you start actually sleeping, is really interesting. i don't even know if that's like. possible. or makes any sense. but the idea of actually falling into real actual unconscious sleep when you're told to is crazy. it's so intimate and vulnerable
