Hi! I loved hypnosis for a long time, and I'm exploring for a few years now! I love to talk about it. My writings can be found under #FascinatedWriting. 30-something. Sideblog.
I have been fascinated with hypnosis all my life, and I knew it was my 'thing' before I knew what a thing was. I'm getting at the point that I don't want to fight the pull of hypnosis any longer in my life. I love to see what my mind can do while under, and I like to learn and discuss all things hypnosis with others.
Since a few years I'm actively exploring, and I put snippets of stories and experiences on here on Tumblr! They can be found under #fascinatedwriting.
I'm pretty proud on my hypnovember effort of the last two years:
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Unpopular opinion: Subs should know how to hypnotize someone
Three main reasons:
1. More hypnotized people = good (self explanatory)
2. Sub agency is increased. If you know how to hypnotize others, you subconsciously enhance your own mental guards. Hypnosis can cause strange reactions, and by experimenting with inductions and suggestions, you won't be caught in a spiral if it happens (literal and metaphorical spiral).
3. Self-hypnosis. Everyone has the ability to induce themselves into a deep trance. Knowing what works for you (mantras, various inductions, maybe just saying TRANCE really loud in your head) will help you get that hypno-fix without risking any creepy doms
per my boss direction i have to sit in on a training about copilot. how do i tell my boss that if the company wants mindless employees they just simply need to hire hypnotists? i can be just as dumb as copilot but i look much more pretty while drooling my thoughts away
since i just like hypnosis in general so much i feel like a lot of the things i think about aren't even like exciting big scenarios it's stuff like. what if the hypnotist is wearing gloves. and then i want to post about it and feel kind of silly about it because it's like. that's like nothing. what does that even have to do with anything. what does that even change. but what if the hypnotist is wearing gloves and also a lab coat
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per my boss direction i have to sit in on a training about copilot. how do i tell my boss that if the company wants mindless employees they just simply need to hire hypnotists? i can be just as dumb as copilot but i look much more pretty while drooling my thoughts away
what It wants out of submission, other than feeling useful, is complete certainty. don't let It doubt, don't let It think that It isn't entirely yours, forever. don't let It question.
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The night air was the perfect temperature after a long, hot day. Iām free to roam the camping- and festival grounds after helping out for the last few hours. As I walk toward the vendors, I contemplate which friends I want to wander around with tonight. Maybe some of them are also up to browsing the wares. I heard there are some rare shirts available and Iāve had my eye on them for a while.
I whip out my phone and routinely scroll through all the messages I missed when I was volunteering. But before I get through them, a message from you pops up. I feel my pulse racing. I had secretly been hoping for exactly this. From the moment I pitched my tent, I was reminded of the hypnotic experiences I had in that specific tent. Lovely trances, every one of them. Lying barely dressed on top of the sleeping bag, as I was too warm to sleep and too hot to think.
But those were always after midnight. Or at least after the main festivities. You are early. Maybe you just want to chat, or to check in? I look around me, and decide that I can chat while I walk to the merch area. I smile widely into my phone screen as I tell you how Iāve been.
But then you say that it is late. And that Iām tired.
Sudden fatigue rises in my body. Was I always this influenceable? I wonder if I want what you are insinuating. I donāt often try to resist, but I am now here, at this festival. It was hard to get tickets. These few short days have too much to do. I see the beautifully lit castle on the distant hill. I look at the spotlights of the artist alley and the merch shop next to the lasers of the music stage in the distance. I think of the show-and-tell that I hoped to attend in an hour, and of the friends that I only see for these few days each year.
I feel the slow, lazy desire that wants to do nothing more than follow your words. It is a conflict, but not a competition. It is day 1 of a multi-day festival, there is more to come, and I am tired. I feel that now.
āPerhapsā I send back. My pace slows. I think of the artists in the alley, and how fast they sell out. I wait for your next message as I pass hordes of people who donāt know what is battling in my mind.
"Your tent is calling you"
Fudge. That, I feel. The sounds around me dim. I feel my knees buckling, and I stop walking. Iām suddenly very conscious of the layout of the terrain, the distance to my tent in a straight line, and the shortest path to walk there.
"Let yourself feel the pull"
I feel the connection to my tent grow stronger. I have been fantasizing about being hypnotized here. I had been thinking about it each time I passed through the canvas flaps.
"You worked hard today, you have earned your rest"
I close my eyes, and steady myself. I take a breath, and let it out slowly. I feel a warmth, and a tiredness, mixed with pure excitement. I want this, no doubt. I turn in the direction of my tent, and I start walking again. I can"t resist this, and I donāt want to resist this.
I walk past the twinkling festoon lights, and let them guide me down, as you tell me. I barely see the artworks on display. The blue circus tent with the entertainment for the night has no appeal to me. I donāt notice the people walking past me more than I need to avoid bumping into them.
Your words mix seamlessly with the rhythm of my walking. I feel the pull of my tent, as I get closer and closer. I stay on the path, as that requires less effort. Iām so focused. Your words engulf me, as I feel less and less as myself, and more and more like a vessel for your spirit.
I stop before my tent, and zip it open. There is no hesitation left. I enter and feel ready for you. I grab my headphones and sit down. I feel the ground beneath the thin mattress, and I feel thoughtless, mindless. You tell me to undress, and in the intimate small blackout tent, I lie down, as naturally as breathing. The headphones let me only focus only on you.
You tell me to drop, and it feels like a trapdoor opens beneath me. All residual tension is pulled away, and I didnāt even know I was carrying so much. I feel so much more free now.
I can only say yes, feel yes, think yes. Only yes, and gratitude. I want this so much. Thinking is hard. But focusing on you is easy. The world has shrunk to this tent and your words. It feels so good; my eyes flutter. The amount of power you have over me should frighten me. But it doesnāt. I want more, and I trust you. You encourage me to be a better, more ambitious person outside these thin walls, and at the same time be a soft, relaxed, open, and deep for you.
You say something. The trapdoor opens again, and I fall even deeper. I donāt think, I just notice.
I notice my hand wandering. It grazes my lips, and they start to tingle. Your words keep coming, and my hand drifts lower. I forget everything except this moment. I notice nothing but you and me. It feels so good.
None of the thoughts in my head are mine. I can only say yes. I agree. I obey. I feel. I feel your hand on my chin. I cannot look away. My head, my mind, my whole body tingles. A finger entering me, and my eyes cross. All resistance flows away. My hips move. I want to moan, but your hand on my chin - I canāt. I surrendered everything to you.
I must be a sight to behold. There are only tingles. Only waves Only yes. Only you. Only this.
Yes.
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It is time to float up. You help me come back. The headphones fall away, I donāt really know how. I feel awake, but I donāt want to move. I donāt really want to think right now. I feel⦠amazing. I tell you as much.
āPerhaps it is time to let yourself sink into that deep sleep, now. Sleeping, recovering, restoring.ā
I sink into a deep, healing sleep at those words. Hours later, I wake. I have slept better than I have in weeks. It might be the outdoor air, but I know better. But nature calls. I walk to the toilets, past the unilluminated art pieces. Some of my friends are cleaning up some bottles, looking worse for wear. I feel on top of the world, ready for everything. I canāt imagine wanting to spend the night any other way.
I can't emphasize enough how important it is to let your domme know you care - that you're enjoying yourself, that you enjoy her, that everything she's doing is valued.
Too often, both online and offline, dommes are treated somewhat like kink dispensing machines. Pleading face goes in, femdom comes out. The best submissives, the ones who I truly value, and who make me feel valued in turn, are active participants in the scene. They check in, they help direct the tone and intensity, they break character to ensure that we are both happy and fulfilled.
If you've never ran a scene, if you've never dominated another person, it can be difficult to get across what goes into it all. There's a responsibility there, especially when there's a sadism/masochism element involved. It takes a toll to do these things, to feel these things, and having a play partner who supports you is vital to practicing truly healthy kink.
If you've ever vacillated about making the mean choice in a video game, think for a moment about what your domme might be going through when she's smacking your ass, degrading you, and drying your tears afterwords. We're all human, too. Please, don't forget that.
Going back to the big hypnokink list, how about 36. Hypno Headphones?
This is a favorite of mine. The esthetics, the idea, the story potential, the impact in real life, all are excellent!
I like big headphones better then earpods, as the visual indication of connection that is just you and the sounds the hypnotist wants you to hear, is really special to me.
Bone conduction headphones are like the reverse. They are more hidden, and they don't disconnect one from the outside world. The audio quality is meh, but the feeling of words whispered directly on a temple. The vibrations directly inside your mind. All while the outside notices are there, but they are not important now. The only thing that matters are the whispers, the sounds, that blend in with thoughts so easily... what was I saying again?
Anyways, magic headphones are slightly less interesting for me, as I like the real effects they can have so much. LoFi has been life-changing for me, I now have a cheat mode for concentration and flow everywhere I have headphones. And that makes binaurals more effective than they have any right to be. +10 to focus, it sounds like something out of a game.
I like the look of matching headphones and clothes. They add a balance to faces that I like. And wireless, they don't limit much if at all. And bluetooth headphones can be hijacked. I have not read about those in a while, but I see potential there. Either direct control of the headphones to play what the subject should hear, or control of the phone to layer over the music that is played, and full control over bluetooth smart watches to monitor responses or distract with buzzing when responses are either good or unwanted, and the other bluetooth devices that can be controlled.
I have come to like tech control better with the years. I have this special fantasy of being a hypnotised assistant with headphones keeping me dreamy and my other devices keeping me occupied till I'm needed.
Alternative hypnokink rating scale (Spiral Rating from 0 Spirals to 5 Spirals š)
5š
Standard Kink Rating Scale
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you donāt even know
Absolutely agreed. Hypnotic headphones are one of my favourite brainwashing methods. I love how they're so mundane that no one thinks twice about them but they allow a mind controller near-complete control over what the subject's hearing, which is very powerful.
I'd never really thought about the different implications of different types of headphones. Over-ear ones definitely seem more isolating but there's something almost intimate about in-ear ones. Like they leave open the option of some kind of physical brain penetration as well as just audio.
Also, this is an incredibly sexy mental image to leave hidden down in the tags:
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A dom role model for me is Alex Horne from Taskmaster. For real.
He doesnāt resemble anything youād see on the cover of a BDSM paperback, either in form or manner: he seems completely unassuming, and often affects that heās just there to help. But he is in fact the orchestrator of the labyrinth the contestants find themselves in - he is the one whose plan directs their furious activity, and he enjoys that. They often try to tease him, but when it comes to the rules of the games, the mild mannered englishman suddenly becomes a steel wall: āAll the instructions are on the cardā.
So this is very different than the dominant who commands obedience by sheer force of will and presence, and also from the ādaddy domā whose vibe is more nurturing. I was tempted to call what Iām talking about the āpuppetmasterā, āmastermindā or āmanipulatorā. But these are not quite right, because they imply deception and coercion, which isnāt what Iām going for. The gamemaker offers an experience that you volunteered for - and then feel a slight (exciting) pit in your stomach wondering if youāre really up for this.
Again, that dom might not seem that dominating on the surface. They might act like the scientist at the control panel, pretending not to be getting aroused but just insisting that you go to the next test unit. They might be faux sympathetic: oh Iām sorry, I know itās hard, but you can do this! They might just be whistling in the corner as their grand design plays out and it becomes your entire world for a little while.
When I say game, it doesnāt have to be a complicated, Mousetrap-esque plan that takes weeks to plan (though those can be fun!). Another big role model is Sean from Hot Ones, who pretends to be just a buddy, as the inexorable structure of his show compels the famous person to answer questions through higher and higher levels of pain. Thatās a game. (on a very similar note: hysterical literature]
Sometimes I do make an elaborate plan, but most of my favourite games in the hypnokink realm are equally simple. For example: you start out defiant but your arousal keeps growing until you inevitably beg to be allowed to come. You desperately want to touch yourself but a hypnotic suggestion has paralyzed you. Weāre having a wrestling match but youāre drugged, and keep getting sleepier and weaker. Itās all in your mind, but for as long as you consent, those game conditions are real.
But there are many wonderful equivalents by my colleagues in other kinks, e.g. predicament bondage. Anything that involves artificial restrictions, challenges, puzzles, impossible choices. In every case, though itās a simple mechanism, weāve wound it up, and itās delicious to watch it go, and you go through it, exactly like we planned. (though some of the best games were co-designed with the bottom!)
Other examples of this archetype that come to mind, in no particular order of (pretend) wickedness: Sam Reich, Johnny Knoxville, GlaDOs, Jigsaw, Jareth the Goblin King, Roberta Williams who invented Kingās Quest, Q from Star Trek. If any of those have turned you on, you might enjoy playing with a gamemaker.
What is the making of a gamemaker? Well you probably loved stories, probably had at least a shortlived fascination with stage magic, probably have at least tried DMing (in the D&D sense). (You might have had a period, hopefully long ago, of being an insufferable "debate me" atheist) There might be a fascination with technology, making the bytes or the gears dance the way you want. The common thread is mental domination. Your mind is controlling the situation, and this might mean commanding someoneās attention and taking over their reality - but without the element of bullying, or winning in a struggle.
All that said, gamemaker is not all of who I am as a dom: sometimes I just want to pounce, or order someone around. But I would say at least half the time I have sex with my spouse there is some kind of hypnotic game involved - either an old favourite, or one I just came up with that day, sometimes while daydreaming during a boring meeting. Some people crochet; a hobby for me is weaving webs that I hope you will be happy to be trapped in.