Hypnosis and programming

Guaranteed and she enjoys it.

Is that even the right term?

If you have been following me lately you will have noticed that one thing I am trying to do with this blog is look deeper into the hypno fetish, the community, and the journey of discovering you have an interest in hypnosis/mind control. One thing I have not done is really define what it is about hypnosis/mind control that is appealing.

I was talking with a friend recently about revealing her fetish to her boyfriend and it made me think about the times I have tried to explain it to people. What I usually tell people these days is:

“It’s the bondage of the mind” As if that’s going to help people who might already be a little kinky understand it by comparing it to more recognizable aspects of BDSM.

or

“I like the idea of a deeper control. I want someone to obey me not based on fear, desire, or anything else but a pure expression of submission.” but that does not really convey all the nuance in the fetish. For example I do want someone to obey me out of desire, I love the idea that someone is so hypnotized and brainwashed that they feel nothing but pleasure by obeying me.

I think part of the problem is there are so many aspects to the fetish that it’s difficult to boil it down into something easy to define and explain.

There is the robotic obedience. No emotion, simply following instructions, with no personality.

There is the blissful mindlessness. Nothing is going on in the mind except pleasure and feeling good. Almost as if the subject is on a drug.

There is the mind control that changes someones personality. Maybe they still become a loyal servant but there mind otherwise functions normally. Maybe you turn a goth girl into a bimbo or maybe you turn that preppy girl into a punk with a Mohawk.

And these are only three examples of the countless things that someone can do with hypnosis. There are people who are into freezing someone, making them forget things, and dozens more.

“It–it’s not working,” Leigh muttered, the strain audible in her voice as she struggled to lever herself up off of the long, thick cock that impaled her soaking pussy and made her mind go soft and fuzzy with arousal. “It’s not wuh, wuh, working, I jusss… I jusss hafta….” Her resistance gave out just as her labia clutched the very tip of Zeke’s penis, making her legs wobble with exhaustion until she could do nothing more but sag back down onto his lap. And of course she felt every inch of his shaft slide past her throbbing clit as she sank into defeat. And of course that only reminded her of the suggestions that made her lower herself like this in the first place, figuratively and literally.

“Nuh, nuh, n-no!” she squealed, desperately struggling to rise again and all too aware of the way his thick dick rubbed against the inside of her pussy as she wriggled herself back up and off of him… only it wasn’t off of him, any more than it had been the other five, or six, or ten, or twenty times she’d tried to get up and found herself fucking him instead. And every time her mind got foggier, and every time the arousal built, and every time it became easier and easier to convince herself that the hypnotic suggestions Leigh soaked up when he showed her his new ‘demo video’ were real and true and irrefutable. God, it made her so wet to stare at the screen. It made her so weak and horny that when he rested his hands on her hips and guided her into his lap, she–

Leigh let out an explosive, frustrated moan. “No!” she groaned, unable to stop herself from sliding back down the cock between her legs until it was balls deep inside her again. “I jus’, I jus'gotta, um, um, ummm….” Her words trailed off into an incoherent babble as she struggled to rise again, each time feeling her eyelids grow heavier, each time feeling her brain become more and more malleable and compliant. This was part of the process too, she knew. She could remember every word of the hypnotic programming that drifted in front of her gaze as she stared vacantly at the screen, she understood that her every failure at resisting Zeke’s control made her that much more weak and wet and desperate to fuck herself into oblivion for him. Soon she wouldn’t remember why she was rising and falling on his dick. She’d just sink into the animal instinct to fuck herself stupid and obey.

But the more Leigh tried to focus on the dreadful possibility, the more it turned into a pornographic movie inside her mind. She could picture her eyes rolling back in her head, picture her eyelids fluttering and her jaw going slack, picture herself bouncing up and down on the thick cock inside her until her clit became the whole focus of her universe and she– “GNNH!” she moaned, her orgasm catching her totally off guard and making her rock her hips even harder on Zeke’s hard shaft. She knew she was sinking into trance again, the fantasy and the reality merging until she was a brainless fuckdoll for her Master’s pleasure… but the more she struggled, the more she wanted that. The more she fought, the more she wanted to stop fighting and obey, and it didn’t surprise her at all when her vision became a warm orange blur and her thoughts emptied out and she lost herself in blank, hypnotized bliss once more.