Hypnofilm

7:00 PM

We just ordered takeout and are still sitting on the couch, making contact, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Hi,” I say, or something similarly stupid, voice pitched high and thin, all nervous smile and looking up at him.

“Hi,” he says back, grinning.

There is a distinct feeling in the air when his hand comes towards my face, like I can feel the proximity as a tangible thing, weighted and heavy and hot as it approaches.

He tilts my chin up and already I’m hypnotized and drawn in by his touch and his eyes and the space we are in. It feels impossibly good and I’m absurdly aroused by such a simple gesture, by just reading his intent and reading his reactions to my reactions. He wants to fuck with me. He wants something to happen. He wants me. He wants this.

I can feel my eyes fluttering and my mind reeling as his hand goes to gently grip my neck, supporting my head as it falls and I surrender, helplessly, wordlessly.

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7:15 PM

Eyes rolling, boneless on the couch, breathing heavy and tranced out, both of his hands come to grip my neck and head, setting it into place where it finally stays upright, cataleptic.

“Gotta protect your neck,” he murmurs, and it’s a little bit more of a growl. 

I moan softly, still gone, a little embarrassed that I wasn’t taking care of it myself.

“Bobblehead,” he says like an afterthought, and my brain and pussy latch on to that one for a moment, affectionate and objectifying.

–

8:30 PM

We’re in the little hallway and I’m just going to nervously hug him. As I embrace him, his hands slide across my shoulders, down my back with intent in a way that makes me hot every fucking time. So I’m holding him and gasping, trembling.

One of his hands comes up to my hair, gripping gently, tilting my face up to his. My expression feels naked and vulnerable, unable to hide the thrill and shame of being manipulated. He brings a hand to clasp in one of mine and moves it up next to my head. When he releases it, it stays stuck, out of my control, as though I have dissociated from it.

“Are you kidding?” he murmurs, but not as though it’s unexpected, just as though he can’t get enough of my responsiveness, and I’m breathing heavy as he goes to play with the other arm.

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??? PM

He’s pinning me down, looking at me up close, and I am so, so mindfucked that just looking back at him is making me fuzz out, lose it. There’s a pull, and he has this most wonderful little grin at the corners of his mouth. He takes in a breath and gently blows on my face with a little wooshing sound, and it topples me over, my eyes roll up and I collapse deep, deep down.

It takes nothing. I’m ashamed it takes nothing for me to get so fucked so quickly, but I can’t help it. Distantly, I hear him laugh, appreciative and turned on.

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@hypnokinkwithmrdream

“Cookie?” I offered to Dani.

She made a face as she sniffed at the bright pink frosting. “No thanks.”

“They taste good, you know,” I said as I shrugged and took a bite out of it.

“How can you eat that?” She gagged mockingly. “It’s like, pure sugar.”

“Umh? Exactly?” I muffled out as I chewed.

“The cookies don’t even taste that good. I can’t believe you’re on this side of the debate,” she lamented melodramatically. “Literally anything else tastes better.”

“You shut your blasphemous mouth,” I shot back. “Generic grocery store sugar cookies are the best. They’re so soft and–”

“BLAND! They’re so tasteless! So they cover it up with copious frosting!” Dani stuck her tongue out at me. “Wake up, you sheep!”

I sat there quietly, doing my best to keep a poker face. Willing with all my strength to frown slightly without breaking character.

“What?” Dani shoved my arm lightly. “I was just joking.”

No breaking, no breaking, I braced myself. I put on the most serious face I could muster.

“…What is it?” The uneasiness crept into her voice. “You know I was just teasing you, right?”

“That’s exactly it, Dani,” I explained softly. “I think I’ve been a little too lenient on you lately.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Oh. I thought you were actually mad.”

“Not mad, no. But I think I’ve let you get away with enough these days.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Har har. You can’t play the scary top card just because I don’t want your tasteless cooki–”

My hand shot out over her mouth and muffled her words, her protests as I pulled her in close, pulling the back of her head to my face as I began whispering in her ear.

“You know there’s no resisting. Brat all you want, but my hand goes over your mouth and you can’t talk. And when you can’t talk, you can’t say what you’re thinking. And if you can’t say what you’re thinking, then there’s no real reason to be thinking.”

Her struggling began to weaken.

“And as long as you’re not thinking, you can feel free to just focus and pay attention to whatever’s around, like my voice in your ears. There’s nothing inside to distract you from it. It’s quite easy to find yourself noticing my words and to just listen.” I blew into her ear lightly as she whimpered.

“Close your eyes. Closed eyes means you can’t see. Silence all your senses and listen to me.” She nodded softly.

“And you’ll just find…that you feel compelled to eat the next cookie I offer to you. And you know that you find it sweet, oh so sweet, too sweet even. So in order to deal with the sweetness, you have to let some of it go. You’re going to let it go by being sweet, you’re going to channel that sweetness and just be sweet for me, okay? Nod for yes.” I nodded her head for her. I repositioned her limp body and lay her against the other side of the couch.

“And…awake!” I snapped my fingers.

Dani’s eyes shot open. “WHAT DID YOU DO.” She scrunched up her face at me.

“Nothing, nothing.” I threw my hands up in innocence. “Cookie?” I offered her a brightly colored sugar cookie.

“No! I just sai–” Her words cut short as she noticed her hand grabbing the cookie. “What. WHAT.”

“Have a cookie!”

Dani winced as she bit into the cookie. You’d think it was actually bringing her pain.

“How is it?”

“Soooo sweet!” She tried to grumble, unable to fight a smile spreading across her face. “Oh my GOSH! What did you DO to me!!” She grinned widely.

“Nothing! Tell me how sweet it is?” I smirked back.

“It’s soo sweet! It’s too sweet!!”

“Aw, I guess you’ll just have to let that sweetness out some other way.” I frowned in mock sympathy.

“Nooo!! I mean yes!!” She giggled. “Stop making me so sweet!”

“Why?”

“I LOVE being sweet!” She scooted closer and closer to me as she leaned against my shoulder and nuzzled me energetically.

“So why would I stop?” I fought back my laughter.

“I – don’t – know!” She breathed out in between kisses that she peppered along my arm, along with happy squeaks and noises.

“Tell you what I can do to help you forget the sweetness. The frosting is sweet, yeah?”

“Yeaahhh…” She cooed in her honey sweet voice as she bit her lip and looked up at me, completely and utterly love-drunk.

“What does the cookie taste like?”

“The cookie…? It tastes blanddd,” she pouted.

“Bland?”

“Bland.”

“Like tasteless.”

“Tasteless…” She murmured.

“Bland.”

“Blaand…”

“Like nothing at all.” I offered.

“Nothing…at…” Her eyes rolled up as she flopped against my shoulder.

“Good girl,” I whispered as I grabbed the half-eaten cookie from her hand. I repositioned her once more on the other side of the couch. I paused for a moment as I thought about…yes, that was pretty fun. Her jaw slack and her mouth slightly ajar, I gently placed the cookie back in her mouth. I scooted over back to my side of the couch, satisfied with my art.

And old one that I was reminded of today

The bagpipes are so loud, my ears are ringing. But I still want to dance more. The swing dress with the white petticoat makes me feel sexy, and my feet don’t hurt yet. I look around for dance partners.

A hand on the nape of my neck. Warm and forceful. Automagically, my eyes look down at my feet. I calm down and I grow and blossom under her touch. “Let’s dance,” she whispers.

As we move to the dance floor, a mazurka starts. The hand on my neck wavers only for a second, and then applies more pressure. “You lead,” she says. Obediently, I lay my right hand on her back, our arms touching the whole length, and I hold out my left for her to take. I take a deep breath and wait for the right count in the music. One twooo. One two three.

I sway and she follows flawlessly. I apply gentle pressure to her back and she hears every hint my body gives her. My eyes rest on her right breast in the lowcut top. I’m aware of the dancefloor, I navigate and lead at the same time, all from the corners of my eyes and my ears. We’re not dancing alone at all, but no one else matters. Her fingers caress the nape of my neck and her breath is near my right ear.

“Your mouth is open.” Her voice is soft, it takes me a few moments to work out what she said. “No, leave it open. I like it,” she adds. “You look like a doll. My pretty dancing doll. You belong in a music box.” My body continues to dance, while on the inside my heart flutters. Making her happy makes me happy.

Am I still leading or is she leading now? The dance makes me drift into a trance. Or maybe it’s her hand. Or both. My head feels light and my eyes are unfocused. But we dance until the song ends, swaying me deeper under her power. One twooo. One two three.

When the music stops, there is applause, but she leads me away from the dancefloor. Her hand still rests on my neck. Not quite aware of my surroundings, I follow her up a few steps, through a doorway, over thick carpet, another doorway, into a quiet room. She tells me to sit and closes the door.

My mouth is still open, I can feel it but I don’t want to close it. Still lightheaded and unfocused. A soft lamp is turned on and she approaches me. With light touches she moves my feet and pushes my legs apart. She rearranges the petticoat and drapes the skirt over the chair. She shifts my shoulders and lays my hands in my lap. Shivers run through my body as she touches me and poses me like a doll.

When she touches my face and poses my head, I feel a tingle in my forehead. My eyes grow wider but I can see even less. She moves in for a kiss and my lips tingle and remain limp. A happy glow follows her hand as she touches me more, the final touches. She moves away and I can hear a camera. I sit motionless as it flashes, a beautifully posed doll.

She moves in and upends the skirt and petticoat. More flashing. I feel unable to move and intensely happy. She unbuttons the dress and exposes my bra. More flashing. I am no more but her sexy doll and I enjoy every second of it. Her hand pulls the bra down to expose my nipples. More flashing. My mind is almost blank but for whatever she is doing to me.

A drop of drivel moistens the corner of my mouth. My heart flutters as she touches it and makes a smiling sound. She puts down the camera and touches my right nipple, pinching it. An involuntary gasp escapes my lips.

“Until mindless fuckdoll becomes a profession” - @muffmcmuffin. Interesting thought muffin…

Lizzie had an interview today. She felt prepared. Checking herself in the mirror one last time she was pleased with the professional but feminine look she had achieved. Form-fitting grey suit with a simple white shirt and shoes with a small heel, hair straightened and glasses on to ensure there was no question of her professionalism. Dress for the job you want they say.

The interview was with a training and development company. Small but growing quickly, from the research she had done Lizzie knew they had apparently revolutionised the way companies could outsource the training and development of their senior executives and management, although the details of what it was they did which was so new were not clear. She had sent her CV in application for the advertised position, and completed the online profiling the week before and was delighted to receive the response asking her to come in and meet with one of the partners in the business.

The building was not large and the contemporary design which mixed glass and shiny steel made Lizzie smile. The seemingly efficient receptionist asked her to take a seat in the small but plush lobby area and she had only sat down for a moment before being told she should “go through, 3rd door on the left down the corridor, Mr Matthews Office”.

Mr Matthews was behind his desk when she entered the room, and he smiled and stood to meet her and shake her hand. She did a quick appraisal. Quite young, not tall or particularly athletically built but by no means unattractive and he had a kind and open face with a nice smile. She was drawn to his eyes. They were deep green, soft rather than piercing and seemed to speak of character and intelligence. He asked her to take a seat and they begun the interview.

After 20 minutes Lizzie felt things were going well. She liked her interviewer who was friendly and funny and seemed to understand her frustrations in her current role. Then he asked if she knew what the company did. She had a momentary panic as she realised she could only give a very basic outline, but then relaxed again when his response was an assurance that not many people did know, and that part of their success was down to the company not sharing their methods with the market. He then offered to share what they did for their clients. Lizzie nodded enthusiastically. He began.

“Very simply we work with people to help them understand what they truly want in life, what will make them happy and then give them the tools to go out and achieve their goals. Most of us spend every day with so many filters and inhibitions between what we would like to do, and what we actually do and this can slow people down and even stop them achieving the results they want. The methods we use are mainly focused on self-realisation and include meditation, hypnosis and behaviour modification to really enable people to focus their activity on the things that really help them get where they are going. People who want to quit smoking go to hypnotists all the time and you have heard of NLP I am sure, the system people use to ‘reprogramme’ their minds to be more confident or more aggressive and generally more successful. We take those elements and go a step further, putting emphasis on the individual to drive their own development. You don’t look convinced?”

Lizzie suddenly realised she was frowning a little, and chastised herself. Must learn to hide my emotions better! “I think I am just trying to understand the process she said.” He smiled. Why don’t we try a session, so that you can experience this for yourself. Lizzie wasn’t sure she was comfortable with that. “You would have to go through the process to work for the company in any case”. She relented “sure” she said, attempting an enthusiastic smile. She couldn’t help liking her interviewer. He seemed nice and genuinely enthused about their work and had a certain manner about him which bordered on cheeky. In other circumstances she may even have given him her number. If he had asked. In any case she didn’t feel she had any reason not to trust him.

“Why don’t you come and sit here and make yourself comfortable. You may want to remove your jacket” he said pointing to a large brown leather single seat recliner. Lizzie stood up, removed her jacket and placed it on the chair she had been sitting on, before moving to the recliner and taking a seat.

“Now lay back, close your eyes and take a deep breath and hold it for a moment” Lizzie did so. “As you begin to release the air from your body, you may imagine all the tension you may be feeling in your body to flow out with the air. Good, does that feel relaxing? OK—why don’t we keep going with that” After a few more breaths Lizzie began to feel a little light headed and had sunk more deeply into the comfortable leather. “Now in a moment you may want to open your eyes. If you do so you should feel free to let them wander up to any point on the ceiling and when you are comfortable you can just focus on that for a moment so that you can continue to feel yourself sinking into the chair, releasing the tension from all of your muscles and listening to me help you find a more relaxed state.” Lizzie opened her eyes and looked up. She found a spot on the ceiling which didn’t stretch her eyes to look at and rested them on it. “You are doing very well. How do you feel?” Lizzie felt very relaxed and said so. “Ok good, let’s see if we can increase that relaxation. You may notice that as you continue to stare at that spot on the ceiling, and your breathing continues to come in deep slow breadths and you continue to listen to my voice that you eyes may start to feel a little strained. This is perfectly natural, as they must be getting tired staring at the same place. Let me know when you start to feel the tension in your eyes.” A few moments Lizzie said “now”.

“Ok, your natural instinct will be to close your eyes, but for the moment you may want to keep them open for as long as possible so that you can be as relaxed as possible. Although that tension is probably building as I speak and the urge to close your eyes grows with it. Your body knows that closing your eyes is what you do when you sleep and that you are at your most relaxed when you close your eyes, and you are now trying to fight against that. I imagine if I counted from 1 to 10 it would become more and more difficult to keep your eyes open, and that when I got to 10 you would have to close them and sink into a deeply relaxed state. 1. Feeling more and more relaxed now. 2. Noticing how heavy and tired your legs have started to feel. 3. Feeling that relaxation spreading up your torso and arms 4. Focusing on my voice and letting all other thoughts and sounds fade into the background. 5. sinking deeper into relaxation. 6. Feeling the tension only in your eyes and struggling to keep them open. 7. Feeling that wave of relaxation roll up your spine and spread across your shoulders. 8. Relaxing deeper and deeper with each breath as all your energy leaves your body. 9. Getting so close to being able to close your eyes, knowing the relief you feel when you close them will be so good. 10. Closing your eyes and dropping even deeper into relaxation as your entire being is completely relaxed.”

Lizzie closed her eyes with a sigh. She had never felt so relaxed. It was like she was floating on a cloud with no thoughts and only Mr Matthews’ voice to keep her anchored to the world. He spoke again. “How do you feel Lizzie?” “goooood” she replied drowsily. “You are now in a very safe place where there are no limits or filters and you can be completely honest with yourself and with me, without any inhibitions getting in the way. I imagine it feels wonderful to be so relaxed and so free.” It did and Lizzie just let herself float enjoying the feeling.

“Now, let’s begin our process ok?”

“OK” Lizzie replied.

“Let’s start with some questions about what it is you want from this job ok?”

“yes”

“Before we do that though, I think it is important to recognise that if you worked for me you would be required to show me the correct level of respect as your superior and so I think it is best if you call me Sir from now on ok?”

“Yes Sir”

“And when you do that you should feel good about being respectful and so you may find that whenever you call me Sir, you will feel a surge of pleasure sweeping through your body. Let’s try that now shall we?

As soon as Lizzie replied “Yes Sir” she felt a wave of pleasure sweep through her like a mini-orgasm. She smiled and relaxed even deeper.

“Good. Now according to the online profile you completed, you are not very good at making decisions. Is that correct?”

“Yes Sir” Lizzie replied. She wouldn’t usually agree with such a statement, especially in an interview, but her inhibitions had left her and she knew what Mr Matthews was saying was true.

“The role you have applied for does require the making of decisions on a daily basis. Would you enjoy that?”

“No Sir”

“So a more appropriate role may be one where the decisions we made for you? In fact a role where you didn’t have to think at all and just did as you were told would be even better wouldn’t it?”

Lizzie hesitated. Something about that didn’t sound right but at the same time she couldn’t argue with the logic. Sensing her hesitation he spoke again “relaxing even deeper, not worrying about right or wrong answers and focussing only on the truth, a role where you didn’t have to think at all and just did as you were told would be even better wouldn’t it?”

There was no hesitation this time as Lizzie let go of her concern and said “Yes Sir”

“Now we need to find something that you enjoy doing. I want to you remember the most pleasure you have ever felt, and find yourself returning to that feeling.”

Lizzie began to feel horny and she could feel an orgasm starting to build, she felt warm all over and the throbbing from her pussy quickly became intense.

“What are you feeling Lizzie?”

“Horny Sir, about to cum”

“So the thing you most enjoy is sex, is that right?”

“hmmm Yes sir”

“I am going to count to 5 and as I do your orgasm will build and the realisation of how much you enjoy having sex will become stronger until the moment you cum when the idea that you want to have sex as much as possible will become permanently etched in your brain. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir”

“1. feel it building 2. closer now 3. becoming so horny 4. nearly there 5.”

As Lizzie had the strongest orgasm of her life she felt the notion settle in her mind that she would most like to spend every day feeling that pleasure.

“Good Girl. Now it also says in your personality profile that you like to feel safe and protected. Is that right?”

“Yes Sir”

“And so if you are going to have a lot of sex it is probably safer if it is with just one person, correct?”

“Yes Sir”

“And if that person was also making decisions for you, would that be even better?”

“Yes Sir”

“Ok, very good. Lets recap you want a role where you don’t have to any thinking and just did as you were told, where you got to spend most of your time having sex with one person. Correct?”

“Yes Sir”

“and does that sound like the role you applied for?”

“No Sir”

“I have a suggestion of a role for you. Would you like to hear it?”

“Yes Sir”

“Personal Plaything—your role would be to be a sexual plaything with nothing in her mind but her owners cock. You would be required to be a mindless, obedient sex-toy. Does that sound like a role you would like?”

“Yes Sir”

“Tell me what you would like to be”

“A Mindless Obedient Sex-toy Sir”

“Ok Good. Repeat that, and each time you do feel it sink deeper into your unconscious and become more and more true.”

“I want to be a mindless, obedient, sex-toy, I want to be a mindless, obedient, sex-toy, I want to be a mindless, obedient, sex-toy, I want to be a mindless, obedient ,sex-toy, I want to be a mindless, obedient, sex-toy.

“Stop. Good girl. Now that we have found what role you are most suited to it is time for you to come out of this state of relaxation. I am going to count to 5 and with each count you will drift closer and closer towards awareness, opening your eyes and feeling completely refreshed at 5. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir”

Knowing that everything you have learnt today has made a permanent impression on you.

finding yourself becoming more aware

so pleased we found your ideal role

becoming more aware of your surroundings

wide awake and eyes open.

Lizzie opened her eyes. She felt so great knowing what it was she wanted to do. Mr Matthews spoke; “So are we agreed that this is perhaps not the right role for you then Lizzie?”

“Yes Sir, absolutely. I would be much more suited to a role which didn’t need me to think at all and where I could be a completely obedient sex toy”

“well, we do have a role of that kind as it happens. I am looking for a personal plaything. Would you like to interview for that tomorrow?”

“Yes please Sir”.

“Good—Then I will see you at 9AM back here in my office”

Lizzie had an interview today. She felt prepared. Checking herself in the mirror one last time she was pleased with the slutty and submissive look she had achieved. A tiny tartan micro-mini skirt which barely covered the curve of her arse, thin white cardigan which did nothing to hide the cleavage created by her black push up bra and a pair of stiletto striper heels ensured there was no question of her being professional. Dress for the job you want they say.

A stray thought slipped into her head about what her career path and ambitions may be, but she quickly dismissed it. Personal Playthings did not think about the future. Or anything at all, they just did as they were told and she wanted to be the best plaything she could be.

She slipped a thin coat over her outfit and set out for the interview. Entering Mr Matthews office, she removed her coat and hung it up behind the door, then sunk to her knees and crawled across the floor to his desk. When she reached it she leaned back on her heels put her hands behind her head and thrust her chest out.

“Good Morning Sir, I would like to apply for the position of personal plaything please.”

“Good morning—Why don’t we start the interview with what makes you think you are good candidate?”

“Well Sir I am a mindless, obedient, sex-toy”

“Excellent—let’s try a practical example shall we? Stand up, move to that corner and turn and face me. Now begin playing with yourself. Do not cum, and do not stop until I tell you to.”

“Yes Sir” Lizzie replied. She rose to her feet, slinkily moved across the room, pivoted and sunk her fingers into her already moist pussy.

She stood there for 3 hours, perched on her heels, making only the occasion moan and staring straight ahead at the wall as people came in and out of the office, ignoring her entirely. 12 o’clock came around. “Well you have shown me how obedient you can be” Mr Matthews said from his desk” as a reward, let’s see how much of a plaything you really are. Come over here and suck my cock”

“Yes Sir, thank you sir” Lizzie replied sinking to her knees and crawling across the room to open his fly. They spent the next hour fucking, with Lizzie submissively following his every direction and living up to the title of plaything. But she still hadn’t cum, as he let her get closer and closer before slowing or changing his rhythm to keep her on the edge. Finally, he could hold back no longer and came deep inside her. She squealed in delight and wrapped her body around him to get the most she could from him.

“I think that was a very successful interview so far Lizzie” he said pulling out of her, “but just one more question remains? Can you cum on command?”

“Yes Sir, if you want me to Sir” She replied.

“Matt just texted me something really weird,” Clara said to her friend Iris, who was laying down on the bench next to her. “He said he hypnotized us last night and all we have to do is say one word and we’ll go under again.”

“What? No way.” Iris replied, “I don’t remember that. What word?”

Clara received another text. “He just texted again. Sleep.”

This one is different to the first two. I’ll let it speak for itself, and share a few fun moments from my, ahem, “playtest”, of it (having asked permission to do so). So this is basically a rather more detailed idea, and then a bit of scene snippets (so skip ahead if you just want those!).

Random hypno suggestions game! Super basic and lazy version!

What is this?

Simply put, this is a set of suggestions, designed to be done at random (use something like https://www.random.org/integers/), and a brief set of very (very!) basic rules, to let a subject (and a supervising hypnotist) have a bit of fun with them. Naturally, the rules of the game, and the ability to follow the suggestions chosen randomly will have to be tranced into the subject beforehand (the idea is to have the list available as a reference when it gets called up by the way!).

What are the rules?

The most simple version is, every time the subject falls into trance, they will automatically go and make a roll on the table, and then follow the suggestion/instructions that results from that roll, re-rolling if they get a result that can’t be applied repeatedly. They must also share the results of any rolls they make (i.e. if they roll a 3, they have to tell the hypnotist/anyone else participating that they rolled that 3).

During the game, a request to end/stop the game will cause the game to end and all suggestions active on them as a result of it to fade away completely, leaving them feeling normal and as they normally are.

Else the game ends when the subject is so zonked and overloaded from multiple suggestions that they just stay in trance, or you’ve decided they’ve had enough!

Table of (22) random suggestions:

Please ensure any subjects participating get to see the suggestions beforehand, or are alright with all the ideas that might happen! And adjust the wording/content to what will work for them.

1: For the next 2 minutes, the only thought in your head is the phrase “I am a hypnotised plaything”, and you’ll quietly say it to yourself over and over again.

2: The phrase “I am a hypnotised plaything” keeps popping into your head, and you get just a little bit tempted to say it quietly out loud.

3: Roll again until you reach a different result. You find yourself deeply wanting to have that result happen to you.

4: You now feel very aroused, or if you’re already aroused, you feel more aroused.

5: You now feel very aroused, but you find that your body just doesn’t respond when you try to pleasure yourself. If you are already unable to pleasure yourself, you feel your desire to cum grow much stronger.

6: Until the next time you go into trance, you completely forget you’re playing this game. You’ll still be affected by it, but your conscious mind has completely forgotten about it for now.

7: Your head fills with a pleasurable fog, that makes it just a little bit harder to put thoughts together, and adds a little temptation to stay in a blank foggy daze.

8: You feel much more obedient and submissive.

9: When you’re not paying attention to them, your hands start trying to find ways of putting yourself into trance. If they already are, they become much more insistent and hard to stop. Each time they do so you’ll feel compelled to say how they put you in trance.

10: Your entire body starts feeling more sensitive to touch and pleasure and any other nice sensation.

11: You find that you want to drop into trance more, but your mind will try to resist going into trance.

12: You find that you don’t want to fall into trance, but it’s much harder for your mind to resist dropping.

13: Your mind goes completely blank for 2 minutes.

14: You’ll quietly stand up, find a clear spot in the room, and stand perfectly still and blank at attention for 30 seconds.

15: Your body becomes completely frozen in place and unable to move for 30 seconds.

16: Your mind starts to stick and fixate on things for a few seconds very easily. And this is even stronger when it comes to your own body.

17: You begin to start saying your thoughts out loud, without realising you’re doing it, writing them out in brackets, (like this). If you already are, then you become aware that you’re saying your thoughts out loud as you still do so.

18: When you’re not paying attention to them, your hands start to touch and play with your body on their own. If they already are, they become much more insistent and hard to stop.

19: You find yourself becomming more forgetful, things slip out of your head and memory much more easily.

20: Nothing happens this time, but you feel certain that something has, you just don’t know what changed.

21: You feel much less obedient, and very resistant to being obedient, but you find the idea of being obedient very very hot and arousing deep down.

22: For the next 5 minutes, you’ll be unable to resist anything that puts you into trance, or captures your attention, and then wake up normally after a few seconds. Any trances that result from this don’t count for this game.

So I covered a lot of the pre-cautions and things to adapt in it for different people in it, so let’s talk a bit about where this is going to go! My plan is to steadily extend the table as I think of more things to put in it, and eventually try it out in different circumstances (a suggestion I got given was to use it in duels between subjects, which sounds fuuuun), and try to come up with proper game rules and such involving it. I can copy-paste the table whenever I want so yeah.

The idea with that set of rules above is to have the subject try to resist, and watch them go to mush a bit as they keep dropping and getting hit with new things. There’s some horribly evil combinations in there, as I’ll show a bit now.

Now naturally, as a scientist, I had to test this out and, ahem,debug it. And the girl I trance online was quite excited and willing to be the test subject. So I’ll list a few highlights from us trying it out:

Getting as her first 3 numbers 12, 17 and then 21. Utterly fucked with her aim of resisting, within about 8 minutes she was dropping at the slightest provocation.

Then she got a 10, and well, the fan she had on in the room ended up trancing her with the breeze she felt from it… a lot of times. A. Lot. Especially when she hit a 22 later on.

Then she got a 5, followed later on by a 4 and eventually an 18 later on still. There was begging involved. No I did not let her, because I’m an evil bastard and it was fun.

At some point she got an 11, and then shortly after got 12 twice almost in a row, but accidentally interpreted all three as 11. That involved begging for trance. I was much nicer that time.

The instant she realised she misinterpreted those two 12’s as 11’s, her brain corrected herself and she dropped instantly.

Just keep staring into the lens of the camera.

It’s capturing you perfectly.

I’m sure you can hear it clicking away.

Each click taking more and more of you.

Each pose making you more and more of a mindless doll.

Until you see only the spiral in the lens.

And hear nothing but the…

click

Involuntary, Mind Control

“You want to show me your pussy.”

The woman stepped in front of me suddenly. Our eyes met. I was speechless.

“You want to show me your pussy.”

She tipped her shades down. I felt furious, but her eyes were so beautiful. How could I be mad? My head swam.

“You. Want. To. Show. Me. Your. Pussy.”

She enunciated each word forcefully. My throat tightened. I wanted to show her my pussy and somehow she knew, somehow this passing woman could read my mind, and she wasn’t letting me ignore my filthy desires. Her eyes said it all. Tight lip, head down, I nodded to a nearby alley.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed down my undies. She came as close to pinning me against the wall as she could without touching me. I pulled up my shirt to give her a better view. She glanced down appreciatively, then looked me in the eye.

“You want me to feel your pussy.”

The coating also contains a drug. The more you consume, the more this drug will make you heavy and sleepy, with warm relaxed muscles. Ready for bedtime and ready to sleep for real.”

For a while she had her usual enthusiastic head-bobbing up and down on my cock. Then she slowed down, became very deliberate. But still regular. After a while she propped herself up on her elbow. Her head sunk down until it reached the bed.

I snapped.

“Wide awake, energized and caffeinated. How are you?”

“…Good! Fuzzy.”

“Are you actually ready for bed, and is it ok with you if I put you to sleep tonight that way?”

“Yes!”

“Ok, then the coffee cream is back…” *snap* 

And then I used her blowjob compulsion trigger.

This time when her head drifted onto the pillow, face getting nice and relaxed, I helped her out. I wrapped my hand in her hair and fucked her mouth, knowing that each time I went into her mouth her half-asleep mind would taste the drug and each time she would be pushed closer to sleep.

Even as her head lay on the pillow, her mouth had some muscle tone at first, letting me feel the friction. Then her mouth went slack.

I pulled all the way out. “That’s ok. It’s sleepy time, ready to let go completely and go to sleep for the night, only waking up in the morning or if there’s something you need to attend to during the night.”

This appears to be a fragment of a TV program hosted by Russian hypnotherapist Anton Markov, who apparently uploaded this video himself to his own channel. According to Google Translate, the video’s description is, “Fragment of the reality of the project number 1 in Russia (for the creation and provision of a specialist)” and as far as I can tell, is meant to demonstrate the process of developing a new hypnotherapist.

While Markov himself is both a hypnotherapist and the host of the show, he is not the star of this particular video. Instead, in an opening chat with a woman who, I think, is meant to be the hypnotherapist-to-be that the overall show is about – and who, unfortunately, goes unnamed; I’m going to refer to her as “The Subject,” for lack of anything better – he reveals that he’s brought in Olesya Fominykh – “psychologist, hypnologist, TV presenter” and also the hypnotist from this video over here that I’m still very curious about – to do some work with her. And folks…

I was not prepared for several aspects of Olesya’s arrival into the video, not least of which being the sheer amount of blatant eyefucking that she levels at The Subject as she pours herself into the couch. I started to wonder, but this was for TV, so it had to be therapeutic or otherwise fairly vanilla hypnosis, right?

The eye gaze fixation and some light touching seemed fairly straightforward for engaging the senses while her patter induces a trance. The Subject looks to be focused and relaxing down, and at this point in my initial viewing that I start to expect that she’s going to drop and close her eyes fairly soon.

Nope. Those eyes stay open, and it becomes fairly clear that, as the patter continues along with more touching, something else is going on, as The Subject’s breathing gets pretty heavy…

And yeah, there it is. I later went back and turned on YouTube’s auto-transcribed auto-translated captions. The quality isn’t great, but near as I can tell, pretty much everything after the instruction to focus on her eyes was a guided visualization in which The Subject is asked to imagine that a man she’s familiar with approaches her and touches her in unspecified but arousing ways, building to an orgasm.

And then after the orgasm, with The Subject still a bit spacy from the high…

Olesya relaxes her down into the flopped-out eyes-closed trance that I’d initially expected this video to mainly involve, using some fairly tender forehead and hair stroking, and suggestions that she can remember the sensations and… I think that she’d be able to experience that pleasure more strongly with her husband? (Again, auto-transcribed/translated captions are not very clear.)

The rest of the video is a bit of out-of-trance debriefing chit-chat in which The Subject talks about what a wonderful, freeing experience it was, which she never expected she’d do on camera, and that she’d like to master the techniques to use with others, and then a solo segment of Olesya… the translation of what she says to close the video out are pretty garbage, I have no idea.

So, yeah, I went in expecting fairly basic TV-friendly trance, and instead we got some straight-up hypno-porn. Between this and whatever the hell was going on with the kneeling subject from that other video, I’m inclined to wonder if Olesya is possibly One Of Us.

Hypnobunny and LoP: Going down

Here we are folks :) This first one is short and sweet, I’m testing out the ability to show text trances on video like this. Let me know what you think!

Another m/f hypnosis caption, where the hypnotist tries out a trigger that will freeze his female subject in place, though he comes up with some interesting ways of using it on her.

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“Freeze,” Walter commanded, and Caitlyn felt her body locking into place, caught with her hands still out in front of her. He was smiling smugly at her, but they both had no doubts that she’d obey the trigger easily. Walter had been hypnotizing and controlling her for about a month now, and Caitlyn had loved every devious idea and perverted fantasy he’d made her act out. So when he suggested a trigger to immobilize her Caitlyn knew it would be fun, but truthfully she was a little disappointed. Every hypnotist she’d played with had done the living statue thing at some point.

“And unfreeze.”

Caitlyn laughed politely as she dropped her hands, rolling her shoulders to loosen up. “Wow, that was great.”

She heard Walter chuckle, and he had that devious look on his face. The look she’d come to love.

“Oh please, that’s hardly impressive,” Walter admitted, shrugging. “But I’m only just getting started.” He noticed her reached up to brush a strand of red hair out of her eyes. “Freeze your right arm.”

And instantly her arm froze, fingers still brushing her forehead to push the stray lock of hair aside. Caitlyn turned to stare at her arm, but as she moved to the side her arm moved with her, stuck in the same pose.

“Okay, that’s pretty cool,” Caitlyn admitted, although when she moved her head the annoying strand of hair slipped out of her frozen fingers and back in front of her eyes. She almost reach for it with her other hand, but noticed Walter staring, grinning expectantly, and she kept her left hand to her side. “I’m not so easy to trick,” she teased.

“Freeze your left leg.”

Caitlyn felt a cool rushing sensation slide down her leg, and suddenly the limb felt light and solid at the same time. She lifted it up experimentally and discovered her leg was completely stiff. Balancing carefully she put her weight back on the other foot before she fell over with one arm and one leg stuck frozen around her. No doubt Walter would get a good laugh at her looking so sorry, and that made her cheeks burn up happily. Still, she didn’t want things to be so easy for him.

Then Walter chuckled and said, “Your left leg is frozen to the ground,” and suddenly she found herself planted to the floor, unable to move her leg from the spot. She lost her balance and started teetering, pivoting around on her left leg frantically, her other arm stuck to the side of her head, and the entire time Walter was laughing and Caitlyn felt humiliation burning at the back of her neck and heating up her body, getting more turned on every second. Why did she have to like being made helpless so much?

“Help me out here, I’m gonna fall!” she pleaded, still spinning around on her left leg in frantic circles.

“Freeze your tongue in your mouth.”

“Urrr ahhh afffhole.”

“Alright, alright, unfreeze everything.”

Caitlyn teetered backwards, cartwheeling her arms but managed to catch herself, shooting him a dirty look.

“Admit it,” Walter cut in before she could talk. “You loved feeling so helpless that you could barely stop yourself from falling.”

She looked away, cheeks burning bright red. Walter always had a nasty habit of knowing what she was thinking. “It wouldn’t have been fun if I actually fell, you know.”

“Then I’ll do something else with the trigger then.”

At that Caitlyn looked at him, confused. He’d already frozen her whole body, then specific parts. What else could you use the trigger for?

Walter walked over and smiled at her, cupping her chin in his hand. “Freeze your thoughts in place.”

Caitlyn managed to think the words ‘But I can’t-’ and then that’s all she was able to think. Everything stopped, falling into a strange, weird blur as she saw Walter moving and talking, felt herself being touched and positioned but it was somehow impossible to focus on any of it. Instead she simply had the words ‘But I can’t-’ playing on an endless loop in her head, like a record stuck in place. The world was still moving around her but all Caitlyn knew were the words, ‘But I can’t- But I can’t- But I can’t- But I-’

“Unfreeze your thoughts,” a voice said, interrupting her.

‘Can’t freeze my thoughts in place,’ Caitlyn thought to herself, then blinked in surprise. Walter was standing before her naked, his cock hard and standing out to greet her. Caitlyn glanced down and saw that she was naked too. When she looked up she gave Walter one of the most helpless looks she’d ever given. “What… but, how?”

“If you can’t think, you can’t react,” Walter explained, chuckling. “You were basically just a mindless doll standing there for me to pose and play with this whole time. How did it feel? Different from a regular trance?”

“It wasn’t like trance at all,” she admitted. Caitlyn reached between her legs and rubbed a finger along her already soaking wet lips, trying to remember that weird and wonderful sensation. “It was like I was caught in a loop, too obsessed on one thought to pay attention to anything else.”

“Hmm, so if I made you have a fun thought like ‘I love being Walter’s fuckdoll,’ and froze you with that thought…”

Caitlyn gasped. “I’d be stuck thinking it over and over.” Her finger circled her clit now, imagining it. “You could leave me like that for hours.”

“Making you brainwash yourself,” Walter said in a low growl, wrapping his arms around her. “And by the time I finally wake you up, what’ll be left of your mind?” “Only that I love being your fuckdoll,” Caitlyn admitted quietly, slipping two fingers into herself.

“And since it’s only your thoughts that are frozen, your body will keep moving on it’s own, doing whatever you were doing before.”

At that Caitlyn moaned, fucking herself faster now. Picturing herself standing in place and fingering herself, eyes empty and drooling and moaning with simple delight as she conditioned herself for him…

“Please,” she whined.

Walter smirked, kissing the back of her neck as he positioned himself behind her. “Tell me, what are you thinking right now?”

“I love being Walter’s fuckdoll.”

“A fan of that one already?”

“Yes,” she admitted, still letting the mantra play through her mind again and again. It felt so good to think those submissive words, but it was nothing like how it had been before. Back then she had been locked in place, trapped in her own mind and unable to escape without his permission. God, did she want to feel that again.

“Say it again for me, and think it with all your might, and as you do your mind will freeze in place, freezing on that very thought.”

Caitlyn shivered. “I love being Walter’s fuckdoll,” she announced, and then those words echoed through her as the sensation swept across her mind. Like she was becoming lighter, removed, drifting away from her body as she heard her voice saying the mantra over and over, washing over her in crashing waves. Each repetition piled onto the last and Caitlyn already felt herself sinking into the words, unable to think anything else.

Outside, Caitlyn gurgled happily as her fingers kept pumping in and out of her cunt while she stared ahead, devotion clear in her eyes. Walter gave her an affectionate pet on the head. “I think an hour should be good to start. What do you think, Caitlyn?”

He didn’t bother for her response though. Walter already knew exactly what she was thinking, after all.

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