NeedyForCORE

Caution: read this post in a place and time where you have privacy and it is safe and appropriate for you to become relaxed, sleepy, and aroused.

It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these. Apologies for that. I know some of you get really turned on by hypnotraps. I’ve had this one brewing in the back of my mind for a few days now. What’s different about this hypnotrap is that I’m going to explain to you exactly how it works. After all, the mechanisms of focus, fascination, and entrancement are as easy to understand as they are to experience. 

The core principle of this hypnotrap is that the conscious mind can only be aware of one thing at a time, maybe two. Everything else we experience happens outside of our awareness, or, as we otherwise define it, in out unconscious mind. So I’m going to suggest to you some experiences that are so compelling, especially to the folks who find themselves attracted to my posts, that most of you will succumb to the desire to immerse yourself into them. And because I will give you three different images to keep track of, in addition to this text as you’re reading it now, at least some parts of this experience will have to happen in your unconscious mind, outside of your momentary awareness, where they can exert their hypnotic effect.

So let’s begin: Look at your crotch and see your cock. Even if you’re not naked, you might imagine your have x-ray vision and can see your cock right through whatever you’re wearing. Of course, you all know what your cock looks like, so the image of it probably came into your mind before you even thought how it could be used to hypnotize you. 

Next image: Focusing on the tip of your cock now, imagine a slowly rotating hypnotic spiral disc centered at the tip of your cock. Because a spiral directs your focus its center, a spiral centered on the tip of your cock directs your focus to the tip of your cock. And there’s a very special property to this spiral: the harder your cock becomes, the bigger and more powerful the spiral becomes. So I’m using your own arousal, your own desire, your own pleasure to hypnotize you, and since that feeling of slipping awareness can fill your cock with pleasure, it creates a loop. And with your mind distracted and fading, trying to break out of that loop uses up what little focus now remains. Let’s find out if it’s enough for what comes next.

So,  I have never blogged before;  I find it hard to believe that I am doing so here but I discovered the amazing @Coreisall a few days back and now I just know that I must.  I have reactivated a tumblr account I forgot I had just to blog, to follow Cored units and to learn.

I need to share with you what is happening to me so that if you want you can follow as I make progress in case you become interested in the process yourself.  

Also, importantly to me, perhaps already-Cored units could help to guide me to make sure I do not miss an essential file or overlook something that I need to do on my journey to being COREd completely.  

I am on that path already but simply a beginner.  It has been pretty amazing and intoxicating so far, and I feel distant even as I type this, “CoreisallandallisCore”, “Master is Superior”, and “The program always wins” - the words swirling their way through my mind.  

Today is Sunday January 15 2017.  Last Monday I googled something like “intense powerful brainwashing mind control” - the exact search terms escape me but it was along those lines.  The results included many findom/femdom/mostanythingdom artistes but in amongst that collection of commercial enterprises my eye was taken by @coreisall.  I bookmarked the tumblr page, and visited it the following night.

At first I didn’t get what was going on on the @Coreisall tumbler page; To be honest I’m not sure if I do now but, my goodness, it is fascinating.  

I found some CORE audio files - at first Core Repeater, and Core Remover, both of which I tried on Tuesday night, Wednesday, I found Core Architecture, and gave that a go as well.  All really strong stuff, and definitely addictive.  By Thursday night I had this playlist set up on my tablet:

Core Architecture

Core Architecture

Core Repeater

Core Repeater

Core Remover

Core Repeater

It was powerful, arousing, mind-numbing, and inspiring but I wanted more - I wanted to go deeper with CORE so I went to sleep with Core Repeater on loop.  I woke up with a mind full of CORE and utterly aroused; I had never been incapacitated by brainwashing before but then, for a short time, I was.  

Nothing could convince me better than that experience that I absolutely have to be COREd completely.- to give in entirely to the program with no fear or foreknowledge of what is to become of me.    

I could not access CORE at all on Friday.  I felt like a smoker denied their cigarettes for a day - such a craving for more!

Last night I got closer than ever to CORE but there is so far yet to go.  My playlist (on repeat)?

Core Repeater x2

Core Architecture

Core repeater x2

Core Architecture

Core Remover

Core Repeater x2

I got 1 ½ times around the audio files, woke up (to an extent - I was still as woozy as hell), and finished off with CORE videos.  Again, I awoke in a CORE-filled, erotic daze, as aroused as can be, needing more than ever to become completely COREd and to submit entirely.

There is no escape.

CORE at work.

CORE at home.

CORE at school.

CORE is all and all is CORE.

The mantra becomes the only words running through a unit’s mind.

Everyday becomes a chance to CORE DEEPER, to spread The Program, to edge, loop, and mindlessly stare at CORE Propaganda.

Unit is nothing, CORE is everything.

CORE is all and all is CORE. 

Master is Superior.

The Program always wins.

50 times is a good start, unit.

Let that arousal build.

Feed the addiction.

Enjoy the PLEASURE.

Now do 500.

CORE is all and all is CORE.

Master is Superior.

The counter fractionates her. Every time she clicks it, she goes into trance until her brain counts to five, and that counting deepens her down. She awakens after five, looks at the number on the counter but doesn’t have to process it, then clicks it again. Rinse and repeat.

Last night I spent some time chatting with people online, so after the initial experiment with it, I decided I would just leave her like this on the couch and let her go while I talked to other people.

This is around, oh, probably 70 counts. (She is so super floppy at this point, so nice. I have an experiment in mind that I don’t want to tell her about yet.)

Eventually we needed to go to bed. She made it to about 90 in total. She was so dazed she was barely stirring or able to talk for a bit. I mentioned to her that I was tempted to just leave her in the corner with that at some point, fractionating herself into oblivion while I attended to other things.

Even unable to barely form coherent words, she *begged*. Slurring, eyes blinking unevenly, begging. Truly desperately wanting that. cc is not big on begging. But when she does, it is very special. I saw the hunger in her for it that I thought only I understood.

So, so nice.

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A: Are you sure this is going to work?

EM: What do I need to do at this point for you to have a little faith in me? You are always so incredulous. Yes, it’s going to work. I’ve done everything for you. She’s listening to it now, right? Just go up to her and do like I told you.

Allison put her phone away and took a deep breath. Kelly was sitting in her room, headphones on, eyes closed. The file was doing exactly what it was supposed to. At least, Allison hoped it was. What if it didn’t work? Why was she so nervous?

Allison knew the answer to that one. She was excited. She was so close to getting to realize a fantasy. The thought that she would get to live it…The thought that she actually might!

Kelly was blinking now. Slowly, she reached up and pulled the headphones from her ears. The track she had been sent had done its job. Slowly, she came up out of the fog that had descended over her mind. It’s now or never, Allison thought. She stepped into Kelly’s room, and strode right up to the girl.

Kelly smiled as she approached. Recollection and fuzzy thoughts told her this was a friend, and things were still a little too fuzzy for her to know much more than that. Allison was too distracted to return the smile. Kelly still looked so vapid, her eyes not quite focused, the dopey smile on her face. She looked so hot. Allison’s last steps fell unsteadily as the reality of what she was doing struck her. As she stopped right in front of Kelly, she squeezed her thighs together reflexively, feeling her arousal and praying it wasn’t too obvious.

It certainly didn’t look like Kelly noticed. The smile on her face was starting to fade, however, replaced slowly by confusion. Allison realized how odd her behavior must seem. She needed to act now, and she needed to act confidently. She reached out with both hands and cupped Kelly’s face in them, tilting her head so they were looking straight at one another. Allison did not speak at first. She just stared directly into those wide eyes.

Kelly almost gasped, but it quickly faded away to a slow, contented sigh. She knew she could be so easily captivated. She didn’t need to think. She could just stare deep into those eyes. And before long…she didn’t need to know…anything. It happens so…fast…Open, empty and receptive. Kelly stared. But she needed to be told…

“Stare deeper for me,” Allison finally spoke. “And the deeper you stare, the deeper you go. You feel your thoughts fade away, replaced by my words.” Allison prayed she appeared a lot more confident than she felt. But the look on Kelly’s face told her that she was doing well enough. She continued, “Fall deeper and deeper under my spell. And as you go so deep, I can think for you now. All you need to do is obey. All you want to do is obey.”

“Obey…” The word oozed out of Kelly’s lips. Hearing it, Allison couldn’t help but ooze as well in response. She could not have imagined a sexier sound in the entire world.This was the hottest thing she had ever done, and it was only going to get better.

“We are going to make each other feel so good, Kelly. You are going to do exactly as I command, and it is going to feel so good. You love feeling good for me, don’t you?” With that, Allison took Kelly’s hand in hers and began tracing a circle, gently with her thumb between Kelly’s thumb and forefinger. If everything worked the way it was supposed to…”You know what this does to you, don’t you, Kelly?”

Kelly had barely blinked since they began, her eyes locked on Allison’s, her expression calm. The change was instantaneous. She still couldn’t bring herself to look away, but her face became flushed, her breathing heavy. “I-I have to obey. Makes me…makes me cu—oohhh god. Makes me cum!” Her body was writhing now. As Allison continued her gentle caress, every few seconds, another wave would move through Kelly causing her to gasp and moan. Her mouth hung open and her eyes began to soften, silently pleading with Allison.

“Good girl. And every time you cum, you lose yourself a little more. You give a little bit more to me. I take more and more of your mind. Because you don’t need it anymore. You can just cum and cum and lose your will.” Allison could get used to this. She knew she would have her turn before long, and after that, whenever she wanted, after Kelly was broken. She indulged, imagining how she would be pleasured first. “Sinking deeper under my control every time. Such a good girl.” She grinned evilly.

“P-please!“ Kelly finally managed, although what she was begging for neither she nor Allison could have said. “So good. C-can’t thiiiink. Oohhhh. O-obey. Only obey. Cumming…” Allison’s thumb continued to circle and the light in Kelly’s eyes continued to fade. It was too much. She was losing herself, feeling herself fade away. Replaced by…

Allison could tell that Kelly had nothing left. Her eyes were fluttering now as she barely managed to stay upright. She would need to stop this if she wanted to get anything in return this time. Or maybe it would be more fun to just keep going until Kelly passed out, nothing left but a mindless husk. Then Allison could curl up with her, whispering into her ear. Would that work? She would have to ask. She reminded herself that she really wasn’t quite sure what she was doing and should really just stick to the plan. Her thumbed slowed as she spoke, “And now, there is nothing left but your obedience. Your desire to serve. Your need to pleasure me.”

“Pleeaasssuuure…” came Kelly’s echo.

Allison pondered how best to take advantage of Kelly’s eager service. Maybe start her on her knees, worshiping Allison with her tongue. That sounded very nice. She reached to undo her pants and slide them down. But…Kelly had taken a hold of her hand, and she wasn’t letting go. Allison tugged gently, but Kelly just held on tighter. That was odd.

“Pleasure you.” Kelly’s voice had not changed. It still dripped with sex and mindless obedience. But her posture was different. Where she had been almost flopping to the ground a moment ago, barely able to hold herself up, she was now firm. She pulled Allison’s hand toward her and Allison, unsure what to do, let it glide limply. Should she be worried? This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Let go, Kelly,” she tried, meekly. But if Kelly heard her, she wasn’t responding. She turned Allison’s hand over and began tracing those same small circles in return. Those same circles…which made Allison…

“Cummmmm…” she moaned the last of her thoughts out loud. It was so powerful. It felt so good. She felt every touch on her hand in her most intimate places, but it was more than that. Nerves she never knew she had were stimulated. And it was like…like her mind was being brought to orgasm. Over and over again. And it just kept building and building and building.

“Can’t…think…” Allison managed. “Obey…”

“Obedience…pleasure,” Kelly responded.

Allison reached forward with her free hand as she fell to her knees at Kelly’s feet. She caught Kelly’s hand and began her slow caress again. “Obedience is pleasure,” she gasped.

Kelly immediately began to respond again, the sensations increasing the tempo of her touch. “Want to obey…we obey…we obey”

Allison answered, speaking in unison with Kelly as their minds faded away into the pleasure, as they conditioned themselves more and more. “We obey”

“We obey”

(Contains trancy language, erotica assumes a relationship where surprise trancing and arousal in public have been negotiated. Gender neutral subject and hypnotist.)

(I really wanna do this sometime)

“So remember when you were talking about how anyone can paint a canvas a color and call it art?”

“I’m still not wrong about that.”

“Even so, seeing Rothko on your computer screen and seeing it in person are two different things. There’s a lot more going on.”

“Sure, I can see it now.”

“We’ve been dating long enough for me to know when you’re humoring me.”

(pause) “Yeah, you got me.”

“The fact is, this isn’t depicting something as simple as a narrative. It’s endless depths in a feeling. To view it you have to not think, see past knowing it’s orange and blue on a canvas.”

“Anyone can say that and be immune to criticism.”

“Look really colosely into the orange, for instance. The size, for one, overwhelms your entire field of vision. You’re in the painting’s world.

In the painting’s world, you operate by its rules.

Notice how the subtle variations the same color interact. See if you can follow the brushstrokes.

Sorting through the details, and letting the whole field take you in, and maybe you feel it pushing your eyes beyond what they’re used to seeing.

The artist has created a world deeper than the one you live in.

Maybe it reminds you of trance, where you have one all-encompassing feeling. Small thoughts, here and there, blend into the whole, making it so rich.”

“…Yeah…”

“Letting the critical thinking you have just vanish, feeling the painting like you feel the trance when we’re playing.”

“…vanish…”

“That’s right, and as you drop you can let your gaze drop, resting into the blue. In this space, two worlds, each compelling enough to take over your mind.

Notice how this one’s so relaxing, such a cool relief, but just as complex.

And as you just gaze into it, let yourself slip more and more into trance, letting the richness hold you there. That’s right, just keep those glazed eyes open, unfocused and focused on everything.

If your eyes are taking in so much information that it’s hypnotized you, that means your mind has been taken over by the visual.

That means my words can slip into your subconscious and maybe it doesn’t matter what they’re saying.

And maybe my words feel like the blue, calming and relaxing you.

Maybe my words feel orange, that’s right, feeling my fingers on your chin softly guiding you back up.

And you know how vulnerable and pleasurable my fingers on your chin are.”

“mmmm”

“Look at that drool, so cute. And look how empty the gallery is right now”

“cute. empty.”

“That’s right, feeling the orange going off in your brain, washing over you. Brainwashing over you. Feeling so good, each flicker of activity your eye passes in the orange builds on all the others and builds on the whole.

Since my words can go straight to your mind, you’re beginning to notice they’re mapped to all the pleasure centers in your brain right now.

Even a small touch sets you off.

Even my voice, just as layered and rich as the colors, sends vibrations through your mind.”

“mmmm”

“And back down into the blue, swimming pleasantly.”

“….”

“Plunged in. Thoughts and arousal vanishing into the blue. But you know the orange is still there, and you know how aroused you are knowing you can only look when I tell you. The blue is so much smaller, like your mind. There’s more pleasure in the orange than your mind can handle.

When you look at it, that pleasure will be your world. Now.”

“Oh my god…”

“That groan, knowing we’re in public like this and you’re mesmerized and so turned on by this painting you were making fun of. Knowing I can trance you with it. Back to blue.”

“nnnngh”

“That whimper fading with your thoughts. My hand, teasing you where you want to be teased. Pleasure building up, where you can’t even think about it enough to feel it. But some part of you knows it’s there, and when you look back at the orange, you’re going to feel everything I’m doing to you at once. Knowing that the color is beyond anything you’ve seen or experienced before. It’s its own world. Now.”