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Smiling while your brain is totally empty is the best thing. Just mindless, happy, empty. I love the look on a girl's face when her eyes are completely glazed and she's smiling and maybe drooling a lil bit.
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Apparently someone is very eager to hear my voice. So when I saw the lovely @cortexcollapse wrote this cute poem, I could not pass up the chance to get permission to record myself reading it. All credit for the text goes to her. Thank you for the opportunity to dig out the old recording setup and get back into it again. The words are only borrowed with permission, the voice is mine (with minimal editing since some of my equipment broke partway through 😅).
I hope you enjoy!
hypnosis is a way of fucking words. hypnosis is a way of having sex with the words. being caressed and touched and penetrated by words. sexual intercourse. with words
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This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.
A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.
Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic? She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing. But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great. She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success. So - what gives?
His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear. Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles. He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses. You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on. Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered. He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit. That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.
I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way. I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did.
It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this. But no one ever told me. I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes. No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.
I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed. I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to. No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to. I guess I just didn’t know. I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.
I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.
I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.
So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while. But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not. Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.
I love this post but it always frustrated me just a little because I can’t even afford to buy new clothes let alone get the clothes I have tailored. But then I remembered that a lot of things are easier to do than you think they will be, so here’s some resources on how to alter your own clothes!
Do I reblog this every time? Yes. Part of the reason I became kinda-sorta-vaguely proficient at sewing was because NOTHING off-the-rack fits me, no matter what size I’m at.
Having hypno kinky friends is great because sometimes they'll tell you they hear your stories in your voice while reading and make your entire day. 11/10 would recommend.
"I don't want to." She made sure to keep firm eye contact. Her face burned with a mix of emotions. They smiled: "Of course."
"I really won't do it." It couldn't hurt to emphasize. Her tongue nervously licked her lips. Did that keep them from twitching? It better. Her fingers nestled with the buttons of... something. It didn't matter. They nodded: "That's to be expected."
"I mean it", she tried to put more weight into the words. "This isn't going to... Oh come on, would it kill you to work with me a little here?" Her pout must have achieved the opposite effect. They chuckled: "Sorry about that. It's just... You get those cute dimples when you're angry." "You're doing this on purpose?" It almost made her angry. Then she realized that was apparently the point. Good that her hands were too busy. Elsewhere. Fidgeting. Probably. Otherwise there was a high chance she'd slap them.
"Not really," they said. And looked so casual that she immediately knew something was up. "It's just that you're making such a good point." Was that a hint of danger in their gaze? She almost held her breath, but caught the impulse and pushed it back. These damn tricks of theirs! Now she almost felt like they were doing something even when they clearly had no intention to. Like now.
"Easy to do that when I'm right. You have no chance today! I'm wise to your schemes now." They made a show of sighting so overdramatic and fake that she almost rolled her eyes. They sucked at acting! "I suppose that's true. You have seen them from up close plenty of times before, after all. What are the odds that..." Was that cunning glint back? Were they really planning something? "That I might have already won?"
Her fingers kneaded something soft. Something warm. It was good that she didn't need to think about any of that right now. So very good. Because the implication of their words was far more significant. "Never. I won't obey." The response flowed out of her mouth swift and unthinking. Automatic, almost. Her eyes fluttered as the thought passed through her head. Her hands squeezed something. Were they watching? Did they enjoy themselves in all this? Whatever "this" was. She let it go. She still thought for herself. So what she thought about made no difference. She didn't need to let questions distract herself from listening and not obeying. Oh, and adjusting her posture. She didn't even need to know she did any of that. Because the less she noticed it, the easier she would resist. Everything was going as she planned.
Though their sparkling eyes said something different. "I know you won't, and that's good. Imagine, after all, if you challenged someone - perhaps even me - to a test of willpower. If you gathered all your courage, all your determination. You did your preparation, you learned all their habits and all the signs to be wary of." She barely contained a smug grin. That wasn't imagination. That was memory. They just described the events that led them here.
"And all the while they knew there was one word that would shatter your defiance completely. Dissolve it in the happiest feeling of submission. One word. Because they put it there."
She almost let out a high-pitched excited squeak. "I would know if that happened." Her fingers moved a little faster. Other than that, she was in full control. No traitorous outward sign that those claims were the reason she had chatted them up. No need to clue them in or let it slip that she got butterflies in her stomach just reaching for the impossible sensation they laid out before her. "I'm not programmed."
"Naturally." They put their hand on their chin as if deep in thought. "I prefer 'conditioned' anyway."
"Yes. Conditioned." Her eyes blinked. "Whatever. I'm not... conditioned." The word felt oddly different from her line of thought. Preferable. To what, she wasn't sure. She always thought she was conditioned. Wasn't. Of course. She felt so scatterbrained for a moment, and that was probably not helping her pretend she wasn't affected at all by all these delicious ideas they put on offer. Luckily, Her hands felt so full. That was good. She could always think best with something squishy in her hands. Or while spreading her legs. "Whatever you say, I won't do it. There. Easiest win of my life."
They seemed to see the logic in her plan. Or maybe her hands were just distracting. She didn't know. What her hands did was not for her to know. That would be unnecessary right now. "Then I guess you're right. You're not deeply hypnotized. Right in this moment."
"Deeply hypnotized?" How could two words feel so hot rolling over her tongue? She had to fight back the urge to giggle wildly. "Of course I'm not! Because..."
"I prefer 'brainwashed ' sometimes."
"Yes. Brainwashed." Even that word had such a naughty ring to it. This time she did giggle. "Figures you'd be the type." They gasped in mock surprise. "What? Just because I prefer my thralls bent over and happy to obey?"
"Yes. Bend over", she got up and arched her back while bending over her seat. "Happy to obey. But you can't deny that I resist you far longer than you said I could. Isn't it time you face reality?" Her hands were needed to support her in the rather unfamiliar pose, but luckily her butt was free to wiggle and gyrate, whichever was easiest to catch their attention with. And... something else. She put the thought out of her mind. It wasn't important. Not as important as their eyes. Their gestures. Their voice?
She blinked, realizing embarrassed that she had zoned out. "Yes", she blurted out, her ears glowing with shame as she realized that she had no idea what she just agreed to. But it seemed to be the right thing when they praised her: "Well done! I knew you wouldn't forget that." The fact that she had not the faintest idea what they were talking about made her hot and tingly all over. Not that she would ever admit that. Better to take a guess: "I'll never forget how I don't submit to you."
...At least not in the next five minutes. That was for sure.
"I completely agree."
She almost would have jumped. What was with that timing? Were they reading her mind? As she rose with an almost cat-like slow but fluid motion to hide the fight for control over her shivering muscles, they mused, surprisingly close next to her: "Since ultimately all of it is a matter of the most important component." Okay, there was definitely something dangerous in the way their eyes sparkled. "Trust."
She didn't hear the sound of a sharp snap so much as feel it. Her body jumped to attention, stiff and yet completely relaxed. Her eyes went wide, staring blankly into theirs while her entire face became a glowing silly smile. She swayed slightly, in what felt like perfect sync with her breath. In and out. Back and forth. Her smile grew the faintest bit wider. They were still talking, and she was filled with blissful warmth at the realization that she didn't need to actually follow the conversation anymore. Because she did trust them with her open mind. Just them. And if that sounded like an echo of their words, she discovered it was still the only sound she wanted to listen to.
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Every once in a long while I see a familiar name on here and am incredibly happy for an entire afternoon to find out they still exist, just because this person said something nice to me one (1) time.
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There’s nothing like giving your hypnotized toy a trigger and then making them forget about it~
Like telling them they’ll become mindlessly horny when you say a particular mundane word. They wake from their trance in a fuzzy haze, with no recollection of what happened while they were under. Then, in casual conversation, you speak their trigger, and watch as they get all red and flustered, so confused about their bizarre desire to grind against you and moan~
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For basically as long as I can remember the hottest part of mind control/hypno has never been the part when you get to use them. Its always the part when they lose. Its the moment you know their mind is gone, they are in your complete control, and they are helpless to stop you~
hypnosis is a way of fucking words. hypnosis is a way of having sex with the words. being caressed and touched and penetrated by words. sexual intercourse. with words
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