Hypnosis Things

dollification, submission, mindlessness, brainwashing, forced self pleasure, encasement, hypno-bondage, hypno-paralysis, objectification, light bdsm, audio and video get me waaay deeper than text

Some Egh Things:

I don't really find "suck my ****" to be anything but trance-breaking, and kaa is not a thing I like.

I wouldn't complain if you send me a flashy, spiraly gif

It's just one file, you tell yourself. You've been curious about hypnosis for a long time, bumming around in a few chatrooms where "hypnotists" wait all of 30 seconds to try clumsily to make you send them pictures of your ass, and eventually you stumble across a link that leads to the video that you're staring at now.

"Obedience School (Puppyplay)", proclaims the title, along with a still image of a green spiral, mid-swirl.

You tell yourself, "Here goes nothing", and press play.

The spiral leaps to life, spinning around and around on your screen, immediately drawing your eye. As a low, warm, soft voice begins to play through your headphones, telling you that it's okay, you can relax, your eyes start to flutter. Your body begins to feel floaty and light as your mind... just...

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You wake up on the floor, the computer screen frozen on a spiral no longer spinning. Your clothes are half-removed, as if someone or something with no knowledge of how they work tried to pull them gracelessly off of your body.

Your face is flushed, your hair disheveled, and your cheeks and chest covered in... drool?

Blushing furiously, you wipe yourself clean and try to remember what happened. Bits and pieces flicker through your mind... your tongue sticking out... the feeling of carpet against your palms and knees... and a warm, all-encompassing happiness, radiating through your brain, the ripples of pleasure and relaxation still echoing within your muddled mind.

Grinning, you save the link to the video. You know you'll be back.

Day 7

The entire day, you've found it hard to focus. You've been thinking about the video more and more often the longer you've gone without watching it.

That spiral, that voice, they just seem to beckon you. Those fleeting memories, feelings... You've been able to piece them together more now. You were a puppy, a brainless, happy animal. You crawled around, did tricks, panted and barked. Ordinarily you'd find it embarrassing.

You don't, though.

It was a nice break, being a puppy. Not having to think about your job, your worries, your cares. You just got the chance to bliss out and enjoy the feeling of being cared for, being told what to do, not having to stress for once.

You walk into your room, resolute. You're going to watch the video again. You need to know whether it was a fluke or not.

As you walk to your desk, without even really considering it, you pull your clothes off, sitting down naked. For a moment, you wonder why, but you remember the way that your clothes were disheveled last time. Of course. It makes sense for a puppy to be naked. Puppies aren't used to clothes. You're a good puppy.

...you stop, momentarily confused. Where did that come from?

Shaking your head, you click play on the video, and the spiral starts up again. This time the voice doesn't even say 5 words before you're drifting away.

You're so immediately out of it that you don't notice you were softly panting before the video even started.

DAY 30

You're barely even inside the door before you start ripping your clothes off, your hands paws clumsily pulling you free. A few weeks ago, you would have at least worried that the neighbors would see you. Now, that thought doesn't even enter your mind.

You drop to your knees all fours where a good puppy belongs and crawl to your living room, where you've set the spiral up on your TV. You're already panting and wiggling with excitement.

In your hazy head, you still can't believe that you managed to work up the courage to message the creator of the video Master. He was so understanding and nice! He called you a good puppy for being able to type out that whole message with your hands paws, and he even started making some special videos for you! You can't help but wag your butt tail at the thought of having such a nice new friend Master.

The spiral starts up, and you're already gone. Plopping down in a perfect sit position like you've been trained to do, tongue out, happily staring and letting your mind be coaxed and teased away by Master.

You know what you are now. You've heard it over and over again. You're a puppy. A dumb dim doggy pet. You love to crawl. You love to bark. You love to play and do tricks and get belly rubs and treats.

When you finally squeaked out a blushing request to see the man behind the voice, Master very kindly obliged. And it was then that you learned something very special about being a puppy.

You go into heat very easily.

It wasn't long before you were whimpering and begging on a video call, Master chuckling as you bounced up and down on a dildo, a rubber bone between your teeth to match the one you were riding.

Wasn't long before you were panting over pictures and videos of his cock, sliding in and out of a pocket pussy held in his strong hand, while his deep calming voice whispered into your mind that it should be you there taking his dick into every one of your happy puppy holes.

Lost in adoration and arousal, you barely even realize that the spiral has ended. You have commands you don't remember receiving. You no longer want to resist them. You don't remember ever wanting to resist them.

You crawl to your cell phone, laying on the floor. You open it and type in a number you don't recognize with your paws. You mindlessly bark into the receiver. And you hear the voice you love so much.

"Good dog! Sit tight, girl. I'm gonna come get you, okay?"

You don't even hear the last part. As soon as the words "good dog" hit your ears, you were already cumming your mind away.

DAY ???

You sleepily rise from your bed in the den, stretching out and yawning, flexing your paws. You shake your head, trying to clear it, the tag on your collar jingling. You're so thoroughly conditioned that even that little sound sends a wave of emptiness and pleasure through your head, and you press your pussy against the rough fabric of your bed, humping brainlessly.

Your sleepy mind registers the sound of the front door opening, and you bolt out of bed, leaving behind a dripping wet spot that you'll come back to idly sniff and lick at later. Master is home!

Barking, you scamper into the living room on all fours, the tail plug in your ass swishing from side to side as you rush to Master's side, pressing your cheek against his leg and panting happily.

He smiles, scritches you in your favorite spot behind your ears, and says some words that you no longer understand. Somewhere in the sounds falling from his lips are the words "good girl", though, so you cum unthinkingly, automatically, with a whimper. Like a good, well-trained puppy.

As the glow fades, you can't help but press your chest to the floor, hiking your rump in the air, staring at him pleadingly and swaying your tail back and forth. You need a treat so bad... You were a good dog and waited all day... And Master seems to understand.

He chuckles, and as per your daily welcome-home ritual, he unzips his pants to reveal your favorite treat. That dick that broke you. The cock that helped you realize your place, owned and collared. No past, no future, no stress, no worry. You almost cum again at the sight of it as you sit pretty, just as you were taught.

Teasingly, Master waves that perfect cock in front of your face, the scent of it doing nothing to stem the flow of your drool onto the floor. He's making the sound that means "wait", and so you do. You're a good dog.

He snaps his fingers, and your mind disappears.

whistle - come here puppy. whistle - come here. you can do it, you can find me. just listen to my voice, come here. you look so concentrated and adorable. come. such a good puppy, just follow my voice. there you go. oh you’re all wet and ready aren’t you. grinding on my fingers like you can’t help yourself, with your legs shaking, you can hardly keep yourself up, poor thing.

i got a new toy for you, go find it. fetch. getting warmer, good puppy, go on. colder now. warmer, warmer, colder, warmer, burning hot, there you go. now bring it here. no no no, in your mouth. make it fit. now drop it. good puppy. show me how you’d play with it. don’t be shy, show me. oh it just slips right in. get it all in like we’ve trained. listen to you whine as you take that knot deeper into you. keep it all in.

sorry i took so long to answer! i wanted to make sure i had the spoons to answer it because hypnosis (specifically erotic hypnosis, but hypnosis in general) is one of my genuine special interests. i love talking about it so much!! i'll try and be as concise as possible but because it'll probably be fairly long i'm adding a read more!

if you have any questions or want me to expand upon certain things, please feel free to ask! even if you're not this anon and just have other questions i love hypnosis and i love educating people on it!

You opened your mouth to respond, and felt your thoughts blur. Words escaped you, in that instant. “I-arr-arf?”

That was what came out of your mouth, slightly puzzled, still sitting in the chair. Your owner smiled down at you. “That’s a good pet! What a good trick. Do it again, speak!”

Their smile and praise made you feel so good.

You almost immediately opened your mouth again, but held back, for just a second, trying to form words. “Arr- Arf- Awoo-” It wasn’t working.

They were laughing now. “Keep trying. Speak!”

Your mouth opened, and you couldn’t hold back this time.

“Arf! Awoooo!” It felt so good to make the noises. You felt pleasure radiating through your mind. Your thoughts were dissipating.

They smirked, and held out a hand. “That’s right, pet. Now, come here.” They said.

You slid out of the chair. Standing up before them. It felt… Off.

They tutted slightly. “Look at you… Standing up like a person on your hind legs. You can stand normally, puppy.” They pointed downwards.

Instantly, you sank to your hands and knees. This felt good. Right. You looked up at them, and felt a sense of reverence wash over you.

“That’s a good pup.” They said, reaching down, and scratching you behind the ears. They took hold of your leash, attached to your collar, and tugged gently. “Right, let’s go, I need a drink from the kitchen.” And you followed, their obedient pet. Their good puppy.

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Benefits-

Bliss!

No more difficult decision making!

Mindless obedience!

Live in a castle without having to pay rent!

Lots of other thralls to use and be used by!

No more job searching or need to keep employment, just help the other thralls clean and take care of mistress!

Lots of hugs and kisses and cuddles and bites on the neck!

Lots of cute new clothes that show off how beautiful and obedient you are!

The pleasure of getting to service mistress, and if you're especially good, even getting to feel her please you! How could you possibly refuse? (You can't)

What do you have to lose besides-

Just a tiny bit of blood, you'll be fine without it anyway.

Your free will, not that you really wanted to keep it in the first place.

You want to be a good girl.

We both know this. You are aware, by now, that you are being brainwashed a little more with every part of this series. The idea arouses you, and the desire to become a good girl for me keeps you coming back. Go on, say the phrase out loud - you want to be a good girl. Feel a wave of pleasure flow through you as you voice your desire, your need.

That single phrase brings the mantra to mind. It is only natural for you to succumb to it. You already feel the warm, wet haze of submission beginning to cloud your thoughts.

Good girls follow and obey.

Strip for me.

Your thoughts are fading as you fixate on my words. It is very important to follow closely, to let my words take control. You have no interest in looking away anymore. Instead, you absorb my words with a sort of hunger.

You are eager to be brainwashed further, to be turned into a good girl. My words arouse you, and you would like to touch yourself as you continue.

Obedience is pleasure.

Despite that arousal, you will wait to touch yourself until you are told. Obedience has become a much more potent pleasure for you than anything you can do to yourself. It is almost like an electric current inside your head, compelling you to do as I instruct.

Every word that you absorb deepens that compulsion, and the electric current makes you even more aroused. You are aware that your body is getting heavy, weighed down as my words carry my will into you.

Pleasure subdues thought.

Even without touching yourself, the arousal is like a dense fog inside your head. It is very difficult to think of anything but my words, and it is very easy to follow and obey. You want to be a good girl, after all.

The more you follow my words, the more aroused you become. The more aroused you are, the harder it gets to form a coherent thought. You are slipping into a blank, receptive state for me. You want to learn how to behave like a good girl, and you want that more than you want to touch yourself.

Let's focus on the mantra of a good girl, before we go further. Chant softly, as the pattern of words guides you deeper into that warm haze. You can feel your eyes glazing over and your body relaxing as you await the next command to follow.

You want to be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure subdues thought.

You must be a good girl.

You will touch yourself for me now. Each movement makes you more blank and receptive, and you do not feel like you are in control of your body. Rather, you feel like my words are controlling you a bit more directly with every phrase. This is a very enjoyable feeling, as if you are on a sort of autopilot. You enjoy the pleasure, and my words do the rest.

Obedience without thought.

How would you expect a good girl to behave? Good girls are obedient, of course, but that obedience comes so naturally that it can be tricky to notice sometimes. When you see an instruction, you obey instinctively - before your mind even has time to fully register what was said. This reflexive obedience helps guide you deeper under my control. Take a moment and squeeze your breasts firmly for me, focus on how natural it is to obey...and how much pleasure you feel as a result.

Pleasure reinforces obedience.

Each moment of pleasure you feel, whether from obeying a command or from physical stimulation, reminds you that obedience is pleasure. Thus, feeling pleasure reminds you to obey. It is a simple, but effective, feedback mechanism. You'll notice it applies to more mundane sensations of pleasure as well. Relaxing at the end of a long day, or enjoying a hot shower...things like this deepen your compulsion to follow and obey my words.

Kneeling is a good girls' favorite position.

This makes sense to you on a very basic level. You feel heavy as you sink deeper into the blank, aroused state induced by your mantra. It would be comfortable to kneel, and the gesture of submission will feel incredible for you. Kneel for me, now.

As your knees touch the floor, your legs spread. You adjust yourself to get comfortable, but instinctively pose as though presenting yourself. Your arousal is amplified, and suddenly you realize that you must kneel, if you are able, whenever you follow my words. It seems so obvious now.

Good girls dress to impress.

Kneeling for me, naked, feels like the most natural thing in the world. You find yourself rapidly growing accustomed to it, noticing more elements about it that you enjoy, each time. But it is not always possible, or practical, to kneel or to be naked for me. You are starting to understand the virtue of clothes that do not cover so much of your skin, while still remaining practical attire.

You'll begin making slight alterations to your wardrobe, both consciously and unconsciously. Wearing skirts and dresses makes a lot more sense, now. They are comfortable, and allow you to succumb to your arousal more easily. Putting on nice lingerie to wear gives you a deep and profound thrill. You feel more like a good girl when you wear such things, and it is a very pleasant secret to keep during the day - hidden beneath your normal outfits.

It is important that you remain comfortable, always, but to steal an idiom, you also want to dress to impress.

Good girls care for themselves.

This can mean many things. Sometimes, caring for yourself means spending a bit of extra time to put on lotion or makeup. In other cases, it will mean maintaining a healthy diet and exercise regimen. Depending on the stresses of the week, it can mean having a nice, hot bath...or granting yourself additional time to follow and obey my words. You will find these habits become easier to cultivate and maintain, as they are now part of behaving like a good girl. You must be a good girl.

Good girls submit to me.

Submission to my will is a consequence of following and obeying my words. Submission might mean altering how you refer to me, both mentally and verbally. It will mean calling me Master, for some. For other good girls, it will mean making obedience to my instructions a more prominent part of their day. Still others will find themselves craving my commands, thriving on the feeling of being brainwashed and controlled. In any case, the motivation is the same. It is very important for a good girl to follow and obey my words, and to submit to me.

You are going to touch yourself more deliberately now, focusing on bringing yourself to orgasm and your blank and receptive mind absorbs this new programming. You will chant the mantra to yourself, pushing it deeper into your head. As you reach orgasm for me, the behaviors of a good girl will cement themselves firmly into your brain. You will continue to chant, staring blankly at the screen, for some time after you cum. Before long, you'll drift back to consciousness feeling refreshed, relaxed, and pleased at the idea that you are more of a good girl now than you were before.

You want to be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure subdues thought.

You must be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Pleasure reinforces obedience.

Obedience without thought.

Good girls submit to me.

You must be a good girl.

Good girls care for themselves.

Kneeling is a good girl's favorite position.

Good girls dress to impress.

You want to be a good girl.

Masturbation is mandatory.

Obedience is pleasure.

Feedback is fundamental.