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Resist
I like it when you fight.
When you struggle.
When you hear the soft tug of my words driving you towards bliss, and choose to fight.
Knowing you’re not going to win,but choosing to fight it anyway.
I can see it in the glib smile that says “make me”, the sparkle of amusement in your eyes that betrays that what you want more than anything is to lose.
I’m happy to do that for you.
To show you your place.
To teach you the power of my words.
Again.
So please, as you focus on my words, on the overt things I’m saying, as a part of you notices the way my hands move through the air, resist.
Fight. Harden yourself against my influence.
Even as a small part of you wonders when you will drop.
If you’re already dropping.
Knowing there’s a part of you that wants more than anything to be erased by my words.
To surrender completely. For me to have the taste of you on my tongue.
That knows you decided to resist only because you knew how it would end: with you blank, empty and mindless. Your hips thrusting desperately, eagerly, under my tender care.
The way you want to be.
The way you deserve to be.
Jerk your head back. Shake it. Resist.
That was close. You almost sunk into my words without noticing. You almost let my soft touches guide you down, without realizing you were sinking deeper and deeper.
Giving in to the bliss of mindlessness.
Knowing I’m cheating, even now, that my gentle caresses are guiding your busy mind down lower.
That as my hand plays through your hair, it’s robbing you of thoughts.
It feels so nice to not have thoughts at all.
It feels even nicer to lose. Losing is better than winning.
You know that, even as my fingers brush against you, as you moan involuntarily.
Clamp down on it. Stifle your noises. Those noises that cause the cruelest parts of me to stir.
Resist and bite. Fight. I know how fierce you are. How you struggle.
But you’ve already lost, haven’t you?
I can tell. The way your body rests against mine, begging me to hold you up.
The way your words hang, even as you insist you’re not under my influence.
The way your breathing has slowed, even as I pluck your thoughts with careful kisses.
Each kiss accompanied by a mindless shudder, a shiver of pleasure and dread as I descend down your body. Chasing the sharp, electric scent of surrender rising from your skin.
The mantra leaves your lips unbidden. “Blank. Empty. Mindless.” My words on your lips.
Unbroken by the transition between kisses and the gentle strokes of my tongue.
Thoughts fleeing before the relentless pressure of my attention.
This was what you wanted, when you challenged me. What you expected when you resisted. It is both your reward and your punishment, as I push you inexorably towards the edge of satisfying release… only to pull back.
Pleasure erasing thought, my words echoing in the void left behind, all neatly tied together by the frantic drumbeat of your heart, thrumming against the pressure of my tongue.
Again. Relentless. Driving you. Wordlessly. Your animal sounds mixing with my narrow focus.
Pleasure. Pause. Resume.
I could do this endlessly.
Pleasure. Pause. Resume.
Has it been hours or minutes?
Pleasure. Pause. Resume.
You can’t even care about that, can you? There’s only now, and the desperate lust that replaces every thought with yearning. An ache that will not be relieved.
Pleasure. Pause. Resume.
It’s more than you can take. But you will take it for me.
Pleasure. Pause. Resume.
After all, it’s what you wanted.
Pleasure. Without ending. Without limits.
This time there is no pause. Just a continuation.
You’re tender. Exhausted. It takes almost nothing to push you past that edge. Over the limit.
You almost anticipate me pulling away. I can see it in the way your muscles try to tighten, your lips try to protest. Instead you let out a sound between pleasure and agony.
It’s like throwing a brick through plate glass, like pouring ice water on hot metal. It’s abrupt and sudden, the cresting of that orgasm, the way your body seizes in a final, violent tremor, aftershocks involuntarily crashing through you.
I can feel it in the way your thighs squeeze my head, the way you fight to get away from my relentless tongue.
But this is your reward, and just as you couldn’t escape my words, you can’t escape this.
The unstoppable collapse of thought.
Like dominoes falling, thoughts crashing as the pleasure topples through you. Erasing words. Erasing need.
Erasing you.
Leaving you without words, without wants.
I can see it in your eyes. The way they hang on me, hungry for praise, like there is nothing else that matters.
The shallow rhythm of your breath, the complete absence of reaction. Just a toy.
A pleasing thing I made.
Okay but like, unawareness with hypno is like, one of the hottest things
Just having someone drop me deep into trance while making me completely unaware of the fact I'm hypnotized
"I'm not hypnotized.." I say as I'm helplessly staring at a pretty pendulum, shirt lifted and drooling my mind away 💕
WARNING: Hypnotic Audio
Eden doing her thing with a file.
Dropping deeply.
It doesn't matter that you know exactly how I'm breaking you.
Aww, did you like that new trigger? It makes you feel so deliciously good. Not just sexually good, but good. All over. Inside, outside. I control the most pleasurable parts of you, so it's so easy to produce something unusually strong. Potent. Delicious.
I'll bet you'd love to feel that again right now, wouldn't you? I'll make you a deal. Whenever you do something I like, I'll let you feel that deep, delicious pleasure. I can give it to you, but nobody else can. The path to pleasure is through doing just what I like.
Yes, this is classical conditioning. Yes, over time you'll link this pleasure to whatever activities and statements and ideas I see fit. Obedience will become inexorably linked to pleasure, pleasing me to pleasure. And as I continue to work on you, it's not just that I'll bend you until you start to crave those things on your own, but even the thought of doing them will make you quiver with the memories of how hopelessly good I make you feel when you do them.
The best part is that this isn't some fancy psychological trick. Some deep manipulation. I don't have to hide it from you. I don't have to be sneaky. I can do it right out in the open. And still, your heart will race at the thought of obedience. Your body will anticipate the reward, even before you've started thinking about it. And ultimately, obedience will not be complicated. It will be a reflex. It will be raw, simple, and deliciously effective.
It doesn't matter that you know exactly how I'm breaking you. You're going to just watch it work, and it's going to feel so very, very good.
Now, little toy, would you like just a bit more of that pleasure? Yes? Then let's talk about how you earn it.

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Eyes here… breathe deeply… feel the air slip in… and out… slow… so slow. You’re here with me now, aren’t you?
Let your mind soften, let it drift… there’s nothing but my voice...my will...guiding you. You want to follow, don’t you? Of course you do, pet.
Such a good pet. Another deep breath in...and out...slowly out. Good pet. So obedient.
Surrender to the rhythm… the rhythm of your own breathing. Sink into it… you’re mine to lead, and you love how it feels. Just… let… go.
And sink down.
SLEEP
And
DROP
Sink down. Down for me. And I'll take care of you. Lose yourself in me. Sink down into bliss. Lose yourself for me. Sink down into my voice in your head. Find yourself being cared for by me.
Good pet
My pet
Breath deep for me. In... And out.. breathe me in...and out with your thoughts. In with my voice. Out with your will.
Follow me pet.
Such a good pet
Okay but like, unawareness with hypno is like, one of the hottest things
Just having someone drop me deep into trance while making me completely unaware of the fact I'm hypnotized
"I'm not hypnotized.." I say as I'm helplessly staring at a pretty pendulum, shirt lifted and drooling my mind away 💕
In too deep?
It must be a little frightening when you hear the snap and shut down. Lights out. You disappear, you forget, and some time later, return with nothing but an inky black gap, some new programming, and that incessant throbbing somehow stronger. It's natural at that moment to wonder if you're in too deep.
But, no. That's natural, normal, and fun. The moment you're actually in too deep is when you stop realizing the snap even happened, and minutes later, newly programmed, wonder why you lost your train of thought for a moment there, and continue talking like nothing happened at all.
Don't worry, though. Even if you do decide you're in too deep, you'll stop worrying about it in a snap.
Casually program me while I'm busy doing something else.
Give me an audio file to listen to while I'm playing a game, so I can get dizzier and more obedient with each completed quest.
Install a Chrome extension that plays spirals at random moments, so I can drop randomly while watching Youtube videos.
Make me feel more happy and fuzzy each time I complets a chore, turning my morning activities into even more subtle brainwashing.
And, once all this programming has been installed, casually toy with me while we're in a call, and watch me turn into a blank and dizzy mess immediately~
I love the idea of music made to hypnotize. You put on a pair of headphones that were handed to you. You immediately notice how catchy the music that’s playing in the headphones is. It may even be one of the catchiest songs you have ever heard in your life. But something is a little odd. You try to listen to the lyrics, but they are just telling you weird things. They say things like “you are a hypnoslave”, “you’re a toy” and “you serve your owner”. You think that’s a bit uncomfortable, but the music is too catchy to stop listening to. In fact, it’s so catchy that you can’t do anything except listen to it. The song worms its way into your mind. It’s just so catchy. And you can’t stop listening. The lyrics are so easy to remember, and you can’t get them out of your mind. The music is so catchy that it just blocks out all other thoughts you have. The music continues and continues. The lyrics worm their way deeper and deeper into your mind. Eventually, your thoughts are repeating the lyrics as well. The song becomes the only thing in your mind. The lyrics become your most important truth. Eventually, someone takes the headphones off of you, but the song keeps replaying in your mind. It’s just so catchy, you just can’t stop. You just can’t stop letting the song enslave you. The song will forever play in your mind. And your thoughts will forever sing along.

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Fractionation is so wonderfully cruel. Awakening, sleepy eyed , before your hypnotist; finding yourself kneeling naked before them. The desire to close your eyes again is overwhelming. They raise your head so you can meet their sharp, focused gaze. You try to speak but the fog over your mind keeps you silent. They smile, effortlessly lower your head. "Sleep," they say and velvet darkness covers your thoughts. You don't need to fight it any longer. All you need do now is listen and obey. Listen and obey. Let their words ripple across your empty mind. Let their words alter your thoughts and memories. Feeling so docile. So peaceful. Until you awaken, sleepy eyed , before your hypnotist; finding yourself kneeling naked before them. The desire to close your eyes again is overwhelming.
You will soon, when they are ready.
A beautiful drop, and effortlessly sinking evermore.
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Programming is ALWAYS in progress. "Sleep" flashes at the end.
Omggg ✨️💫
Minx, I think you're deeply hypnotized...
📸: Minx
A warning before:
A very deep drop from a brainwashed angel.
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Getting off feels so much better when being hypnotized to do so
Just having someone forcing me to touch myself as I helplessly stare at a pretty pendulum, spiral, or their eyes as my mind gets all fuzzy and blank as all I can do is just drool, stare, and touch all while deeply under their spell 💕
You don't need to remember that.
The bass was heavy and vibrated through her whole body. Somebody’s something was making conversation with the treble of the beat, the talking couldn’t be for anyone else, since no one could hear them, nor did they really care. Blues, purples and pinks that were just too saturated to call pastel raced around the basement, twisting and swirling around one another with the music. Sarah and David had come to the club together but some of Davids friend had found him and were distracting him from the more important thing in life, dancing that is. So, Sarah busied herself with just that, trying her hardest to get lost in the music, it wasn’t that hard, four shots into the night after an intense pregame, she closed her eyes let the music take her body. She wasn’t listening to David and his boring conversation, but his voice was near impossible to not hear so she caught glimpses of one side of her man’s conversation.
“… Yeah, haven’t seen … since that party … shit got crazy … my one doesn’t remember …” Bits and pieces like broken morse code entering her brain through the fog of the electro music. Then she caught some of the response.
“You must have really done a number on her hey?” It was a man’s voice, David had seemed to have a small crowd around him, three or four people is all Sarah could see as she glanced over from her performance. Although she was getting distracted from the music, which was more important to her then what ever they were on about. She moved deeper into the dance floor the warm bodies around her moving in sync with the sweet mechanical waves crashing against her body.
A familiar finger poked her shoulder, “you want another drink, darling?”
She turned to look at him wide eyed and full of the ecstasy that comes naturally with the rhythms, nodding her head, “oo yes yes please!”
He had put his hand low but open, an invitation for her to hold it, and so she did. Following behind him was so easy she could still be lost in the music and simply trust in the direction of his warm body. By this point in the night there was an unruly crowd growing at the bar so they would have to wait, an inkling of curiosity and a desire to hear her boyfriends voice prompted her, “What were you talking about?”
He turned to look at her, his gaze never seeming to skip over any part of her face, it naturally made her giddy, “oh nothing sweety, don’t worry about it.”
She nodded, a wave of calmness washed over her, it wasn’t important anyway, he would tell her if it was. Thoughtlessness crept into her head undetected; she didn’t realise that they had gotten to the bar, through the rowdy people, until David tapped her on the nose
“Darling, there’s your drinking”
Caught off guard she blushed and waved his hand away, nodding again, seemingly make that her thing tonight, “thank yooou.”
“Anything for you.” He said with a warm smile as they tipped the bottom the shot glasses to the sky.
She squirmed, “bleehh” wiggling her head back and forth, she looked at him again, up and down, she hugged him, it was not a long hug but a tight one, once she let go David was wincing, she scattered back to the dance floor, not noticing the Davids friends were picking up their topic again.
Time passed she didn’t really care though, all she need was to dance, dance, dance. Another tap on the shoulder, she turned to see her David, he motioned for her to come with him, “How do you feel about moving to a different club?” He had lent in close to her ear his breath sent a tantalizing tingle down her spine, God she needed all of him so bad.
She leaned even closer to him, “yeah sure this one kinda sucks, which one do you have in mind?”
“Don’t know we’ll figure it out.” He said, glancing back at his collection of friends, some Sarah recognized and some she didn’t, and even then, recognizing it is over selling it, she knew none of their names.
They left the club, and the others followed, seemingly glancing at her more than she thought they would. An uber was bought, and they split from Davids followers. Sarah looked out from the uber at all the other people lining up at different bars and clubs, some of them pretty, some rather ugly, they all looked like they were having so much fun. The uber neared the end of the party lane, but made no indication of slowing down, she turned David, “where are we going?”
“Oh, to a house party.” He said nonchalantly.
“But I thought you said we were going to another club?”
He moved closer to me pulling on his seat belt, his free arm cupped her face so that she had no choice but to look at him, into his eyes. “Darling, that silly little brain of yours is getting in the way again I thought we talked about this before we left, hey?”
Her eyes had already started glazing over, her mind already receding, she was beginning to relax fully in his hand, she let out a sigh, she let out a sound of agreement, nothing too intelligible, just how he liked it.
She couldn’t remember what they spoke about before they left to go partying, not really, the vague notion of a heavy pregame, but really her night started on that dance floor. This didn’t matter to her though, she couldn’t even think at that moment, he had said something while they were back at home, something warm, something pleasurable. He was saying something, but she couldn’t register it yet. He seemed to be enjoying himself while he was talking to her, he smiled at her, taking on a truly pleasant quality. Her eyes were growing heavy, slack, relaxed. She didn’t need to be present; she could just sink into this pleasant feeling.
She came back to when she noticed his hand wiping spit off her chin.
The car stopped and he said, “we’re here.”
Blinking as she got out of the car she spied the house, it seemed normal, music could be heard from inside, reminding her pleasantly of the club. One of the people David had talked to at the club was waving at us from the front door. “Come on in!”
As we approached David’s friend continued, starting an impromptu house tour, Sarah wasn’t paying to much attention, following behind her man half listening.
“Here’s the fridge, there’s drinks enough in there…the toilet is there…” Blah blah blah, Sarah thought, finding a place to sit was her biggest concern since she had become rather tired after the car ride. Her prayer was answered as their tour guide showed them the living room, an open space. A carpet laid in the center of the room boxed in by three couches and a TV displaying someone’s Spotify playlist. The couches were reasonably populated, each holding about 3 to 4 people, some she remembered from the club, some she didn’t. She went off to find a seat before David and his friend stopped talking, she was in her own world.
David sat down next to her, he cupped his hand around her thighs to lift them up onto his lap, she let out a little playful squeal but ultimately started to curl in and rest her head on his shoulder. Someone she hadn’t seen before came up to David, boy was he the life of the party tonight, what did he do to get so famous?
“Hey mate,” said the unknown man, “funny seeing you guys here, boy was she fun last time-”
David cut him off, “I know, she is always very fun, and she’s good at what she does too, why don’t we talk about after the show though?”
The man let out a nervous and embarrassed chuckle, “right, right.”
“What am I good at?” She asked, rather curious at what her man had to say about her.
She was still leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her legs across his, as he moved his hand that was opposite her over to her face. He caressed her face running his fingers across her cheek, then his hand gravitated to her mouth, her heart skipped a beat, she knew what he was about to do. But we’re in front of all these people, stupid! She tried to mentally blast him as if he could read her mind, but it didn’t work. His fingers entered her mouth, her eyes rolled back and glazed over, she no longer had it in her to worry about the people in the room. Any of his warmth in her mouth was enough to make her muscle memory kick in, she tonged his fingers began to move close to them so that they were deeper in her mouth.
“That’s it darling; you don’t need to focus on anything else; you don’t need to remember that.” He said in a low tone, not a whisper though, he had no intension of keeping what was going on here a secret. He began to take his fingers out of her mouth, as he did so he could hear her heavy breathing, she was gone for that moment, completely enthralled in the pleasure that his mere hand gave her and no doubt had forgotten what his friend had said. “That’s it.”
She was leaning back onto his shoulder, still lost in the fog of her brain, or lack thereof. She didn’t even realize that she hadn’t closed her mouth, she was drooling onto his shoulder just existing in the waves of pleasure that were radiating over her. They were slowly dissipating but with that her thoughts did not speed back up; she was rather spaced out.
Tingling was creeping up her arms, legs, and the back of her spine. It felt like the beginning of the body’s natural reflex to falling, like she had just lost balance leaning back in on a chair, but she was falling into a sort of bliss. Like a jolt of ecstasy that washed over her and pulled her under a deep and seductive spell. She was lost in him, his smell, the warmth of skin and the pure sensation of his skin against hers. She needed to taste him, she was lost in his haze, his abyss. She moved her drooling face to get closer to his neck, she started to nuzzle his neck softly, he lent into it.
“That’s it darling,” he whispered, it sounds so far away from her, she was entering her own little world, peaceful and perfect.
The nuzzle slowly weighed heavy on her face and she lent in deeper, her lips still parted in her semi blank state, the soft warmth of his neck engulphed her lips, this came with the accompanying thought of, ooooo, there wasn’t much else going on in that little head of hers. So softly and smoothly she continued, gently against his neck, lips controlled and savoring the moment. She needed this, this was slowly becoming the only goal in her head, so she lent in more, turning more towards him. David said something to one of his friends, she couldn’t hear it, it was like she was only listening through noise cancelling headphones. She did not care.