Plo’s Place

So! I don’t fully understand how these sorts of things work, but I figure a basic intro post could be useful. Heya! I go by Plo on here, and I am a hopeless hypnosub. I have other kinks (list below), but hypnosis kinda encircles my entire sexuality. Beyond that, I’m into most body parts excepts for dicks and assholes, and I’m more than happy to chat about trancey stuff, either for teasing or just to talk shop (I also happen to be a massive psych nerd in general).

As for what to expect from here, I’ll probably be posting a mix of more fleshed out ideas and much quicker subby-posting. I’m a fan of coming up with and fleshing out ideas for fantastical/rp trancing stuff, so if you have any ideas you want to share, I’d be happy to talk it over!

Kinklist!

Mega-Yes: hypnosis, femdom scentplay, body-worship, soft-doms, oral (I have a massive oral fixation), inductions, cnc/dubcon, monster girls, and probably a lot more

Yes: somno, edging, possession, substance play (mostly just hypno-chloro), rougher domming, pinning, size difference (tiny or tall dom has potential), stage-hypnotist aesthetic, etc.

No Thanks: maledom, underage, incest, scat, gore, impact stuff, blades and stuff, and just like… excessive meanness? I don’t really know how to put it.

As soon as you round the corner, though, you find yourself pinned to a wall, hands held above your head. You try to struggle and push the strange woman away, but the feeling of her hand cupping your chin is enough to leave you stunned. You don’t know what’s happening- it feels hot, but you really don’t know if you should be worried, especially with that hungry look in her eyes. Slowly, teasingly, she leans in, eyes closing as her lips press to yours. You melt into the softness, letting all the fight drain from your body as the fantasies you’d been stifling until now quickly bubble up again. You’re so eager for this, in fact, that you don’t think twice as you feel her tongue pressing past your lips. Her saliva is sweet, and your head is starting to spin, but you chalk that up to nerves.

That is, of course, until the next tongue enters.

And then another, and another, and another. You try to fight or squirm or ask what’s happening, but you realize with a wash of dread that your body isn’t responding to your mind anymore. But it’s not just that- the sweetness of her tongues coating every inch of your mouth leaves you feeling more and more dazed. Your thoughts dwindle as you struggle to resist, then sputter out as you let out a quiet whimper. You feel hot sweet breath on your face (was she laughing? It hardly matters now) before a hand trails down between your legs, rubbing over your pants. Your mind, reduced to little more than panting desperate neediness, swims with the pleasure even this causes, and you let out quiet mewling sounds while you squirm. The tongues press further in, filling every inch they can reach before they risk setting off your gag reflex. You don’t mind, of course- it feels too good to resist or think or stop her from rubbing what little vestiges of your mind remain out from your mind and down between your legs. You whine and squirm and hump her hand as she lets her tongues spread from your mouth, flicking at your cheeks and ears and next and all eliciting shudders and moans. It’s all too much- too much pleasure, too much control, and too much of her strange saliva coating your body. Marking you.

That is, until something darts out from the tall grass in front of you.

You don’t have time to react, or think, or do much of anything before the lamia strikes, opening her hood and… her hhozodd…

They spin and you stare and you sink and you spin and they slide closer and closer. They’re so much bigger than you- stronger too. Their massive tail slides under you and scoops you up, but you hardly notice, far too enthralled by the lovely snake lady’s spiraling eyes and enthralling hood, now all you can see.

“There you go… husssssssh, sssweetie, you’re ssssafe with me~ jussst… ssssink~”

You feel your pants being taken off, but you don’t care. All you can care about is her words and her body.

“sssilly ssssubby… jusssst keep ssstaring. Your mind ssssleepsss for Mommy, but your eyess ssstay open. Now, be good prey and ssssuck~”

Mommy presses a nipple to your mouth, and you obey. You’re instantly rewarded with thick milk filling your mouth. Everywhere it touches leaves a slight tingle, and you feel your thoughts slowing, your body weakening, and your crotch throbbing with need. You feel her tits and you hump, mindlessly melting into the arousal. You stare and suck and sink and submit until Mommy smiles down at you, and says

“3… 2… 1… cum, sssslave~”

With that in mind, there are other variations of the native mushrooms. Scattered through dead-end tunnels primarily used for capturing prey or mates (however much that distinction means), this subspecies emits a similar frequency of light, but does to in a cyclical pattern of illumination and dark. That is, horizontal rings along the cap light up in sequence, producing the illusion of a ring moving along the mushroom. This pattern has proven effective in mesmerizing unwary people and animals, especially when exposed to more than one mushroom at a time. After prolonged exposure, most are incapable of little more than staring at the pulsing pattern, sitting, kneeling, or laying down when they become too dazed to stay standing. By the time the cave’s natives come to claim their prey, they are already blank, docile subjects.

1) It was a lovely time, and my absolutely delightful partner made it that much more incredible.

Naturally, being my incorrigibly subby self, this has opened my mind to the idea of vampires essentially creating estates of entirely willing thralls. Mind you, they’re still absolutely brainwashed, but that’s cos they pleaded for it and signed extensive paperwork. Massively popular blogs would be dedicated to how to get selected for a vampire’s harem, and the whole genre of hornyposting about vampires would take on a whole new bent. The sheer potential of hypnodom vampires- there’s a reason they can pay for so many people to live with them, after all.

And sure, there’s plenty of other stuff they could get up to- crimes and war and war crimes and so on- but I much prefer to imagine a world where these otherworldly creatures manifest into our reality, and we all find ways to coexist and fuck like rabbits.

The number of times I’ve been getting absolutely ruined by my partner only for them to have to drop something to get their hands available for something, or simply being in the wrong place to be doing two things at once is noteworthy. There’s just not enough hands for everything a dom could be doing!

Just imagine it: two hands to cradle your head for when you drop into their arms, two more to linger by your ears and snap, one to dangle a pretty pendant for you to focus on, and another to tease along your body. Two to play with their chest and capture your focus with the bounce and sway, and another two to pin your arms over your head when you try to hide your blushing face. I have no clue how many hands I’ve just described, and I’m not gonna check because you wouldn’t think to either of you were getting mindfucked that many times over.

So here’s one of the ideas that falls thoroughly into “hot but only in rp”: waking up in the middle of the night to find a stranger in your room. They’re clearly trying to break in, so as you shake off the grogginess, you prepare to call for help.

Before you can, though, something pushes you back to the bed and the stranger forces you into a kiss. They press their tongue into your mouth along with… something. You’re not sure what it is, but it feels fizzy and tastes sorta tart. That thought doesn’t last long, though, as your body starts to feel heavy and your head starts filling up with fuzz. You were… doing something, right? What was-

You don’t know how long you were unconscious for, but you wake up from a jolt of pleasure. The intruder has their hand between your legs (how long has it been there??) and they’re telling you something. The words are hard to understand, but you know you feel them. It’s so much easier to accept their words this way- no need to think or to question or to worry about what’s happening. There’s no reason to worry as their hand drifts over your ey-

You wake up to your owner riding your face. You know the taste is addictive and makes you want them more and more because they told you and your owner is your world. You take greedy huffs of their scent, letting it fill you with desperate needy arousal while you jump the air. This is all you need. This is all you know. Your owner needs a little more time with your unconscious, but they know you don’t mind. Their pretty hand floats down down down and brings you wi-

You recite your programming, staring at a glimmering pendant you distantly recognize was once yours. One hand teases along your body while another hangs over your shoulder. Occasionally, they interrupt your conditioning with a finger pressed into your mouth. Naturally, you suck- you live to serve and worship however Owner might please, and when you feel their finger in your mouth, you know to suck.

Like, I’m imagining keeping some distance at first, and trying my best not to get touched, but I eventually slip up or get tired or get too subby and can’t help but wonder what it’ll feel like, and that’s all it takes to cement my defeat. At first, I’m just a bit slower, but then he grabs on with both hands.

Then he moves to my chest.

Then he holds my head, and my thoughts go still.