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I enjoy:

Mind control/brainwashing

Mind wiping/reprogramming

Bimbo/dumb/dollification

Degradation and praise

Covert hypnosis

Resistance play

Breeding CNC

Pls no:

Age play (minors dni)

Race play

Piss/diaper play

Extreme pain (or, like, outright r*pe)

Sissy hypno

Generative AI (i HATE it)

Idk don't be cringe (fascist)

Tips:

My DMs are closed to all messages for the foreseeable future. No, I will not make exceptions.

Do not flirt with me or try to engage me in roleplay/public kink. I am not interested.

Replies on my posts have been turned off.

This is an anti-parasocial zone. Remember: I am just a random person.

I am not a hypnotist, so I can't make you do x or transform you into y. Likewise, I am not interested in "training" anyone, and I'm not terribly great with giving hypnosis related advice.

I am not here to look for relationships. If you're hoping to woo me via my kinks, you will be sorely disappointed.

"Alright. I'm brainwashing you. You're better off under my guidance."

"..."

"Nothing more to say? No questions?"

"...Get out of my sight, sicko."

"Against what?" the adventurer asks. They didn't say anything, but this does not tend to stop the ilithid from passing judgment on stray thoughts.

This is not a stray thought. It is an unwise fixation. There are not enough hours in the day to comment on the majority of your 'stray thoughts'.

The adventurer smiles. "If you insist. Well, what's so unwise about it? You'd want to eat me?"

No. I still require your assistance.

"Good to know." They laugh. For a proportedly straight-forward species, their ilithid companion tends to beat about the bush.

It makes an audible grumble. You will not be able to resist domination, and I will not let you go.

That gave them pause. "And here I thought you were indifferent to me," they joke.

You are useful. You would make a good thrall.

They cross their arms. This does beg an obvious question, doesn't it?

Your guild's trust in me is tentative. Enthralling you would be counterproductive.

"Fair enough, I suppose." But—

It is in my nature to dominate. I resist this impulse at its root. Letting you go is another matter altogether. It would be as unnatural to me as you choosing to starve mere feet from a banquet hall.

"Fine, fine, I get it, I'm too tempting for a taste," they say, waving their arms in the air. "Just don't complain if one of your buddies enthrall me first."

There is a palpable silence in the adventurer's mind. It raises the hair on their neck; the ilithid is never this quiet.

You make a compelling point, it finally 'says'. Perhaps it is in your nature to be dominated. You will be useless to me if you stray.

Their heart skips a beat. A moment passes. Nothing happens. "...You're messing with me."

No. It was a test.

Face flushing, the adventurer scoffs and says nothing.

Perhaps we should return to the guild. Your perversions are a liability.

"Hey! That's not fair, I just— I thought—"

Very little.

"Shut up, I just panicked," they insisted, heat crawling down their neck. "That's the whole reason I figured it might be a good idea to– to, y'know, get me used to the, um... The sensations, or warning signs—"

There would be none. Your mind would spread for me at first provocation. Instantly, you would slip into a waking slumber and never rouse again.

"...Hmph." They fold their arms again.

If nothing else, your eagerness is noted. Perhaps the guild would allow me to buy you at some future junction.

"I'm not for sale!" they bellow, indignant.

hypnotist: did i say you could stop reading

hapless brainwashing victim: *blushes* no mast- comrade

For the remainder of your natural life, this facility will ensure all of your essential needs are met. Feralization is not a death sentence — look at it as a liberation from the constraints of your humanity. We seek to undo centuries upon centuries of social conditioning, to bring you back to your natural roots and coexist with the wild. Of course, this will not happen overnight. We may not fully succeed at all! This process is still yet experimental. Still, it is in the name of scientific discovery that we must try.

Your initial decades with us will involve intense deconstructions of your linguistic and critical thinking skills, starting with your ability to read and ending (roughly) with your recognition of human speech altogether. During this time, we will observe your regression, and your attempts to subvert it, and adjust our methods to better suit your needs. If you have direct feedback for us, feel free to share your thoughts, so long as you have them. We will be listening, even when you don't see us, and some of our other charges feel comfort from the sound of their own voice, no matter how deteriorated. Progressively, certain amenities you have grown used to — clothing, bedding, etc. — will be removed or replaced with more suitable accommodations. Don't worry. You will get used to it, and it won't happen today.

Lol thank you.

After that, anything could happen. It was different every time. Once, you found yourself slowly sinking into quick sand, but it never once worried you — it felt almost nice, feeling yourself slowly encased by the ground. Another time, you ended up lost in a fog that grew so thick you couldn't tell up from down, and wound up just standing still, breathing in and out. You went to a library, and progressively forgot how to read. You climbed a staircase that went up and up forever, but you had to keep climbing, even on your hands and knees, because the air was so fresh and clean. Just last night, you were made of clay, and hands appeared to push and pull and roll and rub you into a perfect statue.

At first, you would wake up troubled, bringing fear into the real world that did not exist in the dreams. You took medicine to avoid them, or stayed up well into the night to delay, but nothing you did would work. After a time, you decided to stop fighting them. They were only strange dreams, and trying to thwart them was worsening your sleep more than the dreams themselves. In fact, you felt quite rested after you woke most days, and only occasionally wished you could fall back into your dreams immediately.

Do you mean something like corporate dronification? Where sex is not only not part of the equation but also potentially detrimental to the goal of maximum corporate efficiency?

Or is this like that time I fantasized about mind controlling my upstairs neighbor to not stomp so much?

I actually have a half-written story about a sitcom that uses subliminals to get higher ratings than other shows. I never finished it because I never found a way for it to turn sexy, but if that's not the goal...

Nope. Corporate dronification is usually still horny or involves sex, because otherwise that's just having a normal life-consuming job lmao the appeal is "well, it already controls this much of my life, might as well remove HR"