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There are two main factors at play when someone says that a condom is too small: (1) the band size is too small & (2) the condom is not sustainable
The band is at the base of the condom. Itās latex is made thicker here than the shaft and is, therefore, less elastic. The band keeps the condom secure so it does not come off mid-insertion and so penialĀ fluids do not leak from the condom. To do this, the band has to keep a very tight grip on the base of the penis. This is the main complaint from people using condoms too small for them. The shaftās plastic can stretch comfortably, but the band is not so lenient and uncomfortably or painfully squeezes the base of the penis.
Condoms in use experience a lot of friction. For a condomās shaft or band to be stretched farther than it was intended weakens the latex. The band and shaft are then at risk of being broken from the friction. It fitting does not mean it is sustainable.
If your partner says a condom is too small, believe them and cease from doing anything that requires a condom. If your partner says a condom is too small but is trying to pressure you into unprotected sex, kick them out the door.Ā
Yep. At first, I thought that condoms were supposed to be that tight. Iād seen those ācondoms can fit on a two liter bottle so quit your complaining,ā I had no basis for comparison because dudes donāt talk about that shit, and no one wants to be thatĀ āHURR HURR GUESS I NEED A MAGNUM XLā guy.
Now wear that condom on your arm for a while. Ten minutes at least. Still got sensation in your arm?
One of the many failures of sex ed in this country is the notion that thereās only two types of condom,Ā āfits everyone except those elephant-trunk-cock freaksā andĀ āfor elephant-trunk-cock freaks or lying braggartsā (and yes, thereās implicit shame in the idea of people needing non-āregularā-sized condoms and the genesis for such is pretty likely rooted in some really nasty viewpoints about certain groups of people but Iām digressing).
But penises come in a LOT of dimensions, and not all of them fit right in aĀ ānormalā condom. You donāt need to have a monster down there for a condom to be legitimately painful and/or break mid-act. This can leave a lot of people legitimately unawares that it doesnāt have to be like this. (I was, early on.)
Condom too tight? Thatās a real problem for the reasons pointed out above. But itās a solvable one at most drug stores, which generally have a broader (ha ha) selection than your Walmarts or Targets. Or suck it up (ha ha) and go to anĀ āadult boutiqueā (a proper one) where theyāre likely to have even more options and letās be real here the people working at these arenāt gonna give you Looks over condom selection. Or shop at said boutiques online if you REALLY need to avoid the in-person thing.
And if you think youāre gonna be doing things requiring condoms, HAVE YOUR OWN. Yes, even if you personally donāt have a penis. Buy a box of large-size as well just in case.
And donāt let anyone give you guff over it, and donāt let anyone pressure you into unprotected sex because of condom size.
For the record, even if youāre doing things that donāt involve a penis at all, condoms are good to have around. They make great dental dams on the fly, keep toys clean, and keep body parts clean if your partner is using their hands. :) Also, keep some non-latex ones around in case you or your partner has a latex allergy. Trust me, there are few places worse to have that allergic reaction. o_o
Here! Here is a condom size chart!!! There are probably! Others! You can check!!! So you can be comfortable when getting up to shenanigans. Because condoms that donāt fit are sooo uncomfortable and also a safety risk. A properly sized condom can really help improve sensation in the person with the penis.
Previous sex shop employee here! Itās worth noting that if a condom breaks itās probably because there wasnāt enough lube on the INSIDE! Yes the come lubricated, but yes they need more! They use a water based lubricant and that gets sucked right up into your skin. If the inside of a condom gets dry itās the absolute worst, especially around the band for comfort, but thatās not the part that will snap.
Adding lubricant inside increases pleasure and safety, it will blow your mind. Please do it.
Also! Most people suffer from a very low grade allergy to latex and one of the coolest things on this earth is polyisoprene condoms. Theyāre 100% less smelly, just as safe, and feel way better. Our preferred brand was Skyn but thereās other brands worth trying.
As embarrassing as it can be to go into an adult store I promise itās where the Good Shit is kept. Not the KY lube (for the love of god donāt buy it, itās killing your girls cooch) the good lube, and the condoms in many sizes and options that you wonāt see in a supermarket.
Took a long time to learn out way out of this box because we were raised up in the wild west of the early internet/hypno-community where consent was not taught even a fraction of how it is these days (every time I think about what our first hypnotist Teishu did with us we get SO upset, man was a serial-abuser and we are always on the lookout to ensure he never comes back)
The thing that makes "safe and appropriate" so bad is that it basically tells the hypnotee that their safety is their own responsibility and works on the same logic as "no one can do anything in hypnosis that they didn't want to do"
The thing is? People can be coerced and tempted to stretch their limits and when someone is in a suggestible state they cannot be trusted to have unguided discretion on what is or isn't safe, especially when their perspective is in an altered state.
The correct way, from our experience, is to encourage subject agency not by saying "you can and will keep yourself safe" (itself a little better than the "safe and appropriate" language) but by informing them that no matter how far we go into scene, you'll remain aware enough to keep yourself safe.
Lotte's post is right when it says that a hypnotist should not treat agency and safety as gifts to be given. Subject agency is a hypnotee's responsibility and it's important to emphasize.
One of the things that we always brush into in our teaching is that we are HUGE advocates for "keep reality in the room" - people we trust, like and have played with in the past have criticized us, noting that our dissociative disorder skews our ability to be objective in this regard. So with the note that I do have a bias-- I want to reiterate.
Keep reality in the scene.
Trust on both sides of the watch relies on both people engaged in the play being able to safe word AT ANY TIME and that means that a hypnotee needs to specifically be told and taught to break scene and self-advocate at the first sign of discomfort. That alone causes some people to dry up because they want their brainwashing fantasies to be completely mindless... and I do think that CNC and edge play scenes can be aspired to but they should 1000% be after a rapport and routine has been built up enough that the hypnotee will know their limits and be able to break scene without thinking about it.
But like any conditioning that has to be trained. You can't just "safe and appropriate" your way into someone automatically breaking out of a deeply involved scene.
What one of our partners does with me is remind that I am a good girl when I take care of myself and that a good girl listens to their body when it tells them things, it informs their partner when their mind is wandering, it knows how to wake up when something distracts its attention and knows not to compromise its own safety by being altered in situations where full attention is required.
And that requires a level of training too. "You'll only go into trance when it is safe and appropriate" does not have the same guidance that "and if you're in a situation that requires your full attention, such as needing to drive or someone else outside of this scene needing your attention, you can just take a breath and draw yourself up, remembering to be alert and conscious before engaging in any tasks" like that's MINIMAL but it gives instructions that are not "don't do the thing"
Especially as hypnosis does not work with negative instructions.
"Don't think about a pink elephant" being the best example.
You need positive and directed instruction. You need to build a framework of self-advocacy and safety before you start taking that away and you need both sides of the watch to be on constant vigilance until that awareness is second nature.
We tend to be a little preachy with scene safety and as mentioned before-- not everyone shares our opinion-- but like-- at the very least, hypnotee agency is not something GIVEN, it's something trained and established <3
...We take (and teach) well-meaning axioms at their word in the hypnosis community. But really, to become more advanced, we should learn how to explore the boundaries of the "rules" we take for granted.
Includes many concrete examples of breaking rules :)
reminder that kink doesn't have to be all hard dom/sub dynamics and shit like its perfectly cool to just be some people trying weird shit out and seeing what you like and having fun
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Actually, my therapist has told me this is a healthy way of processing things. Because you can get the trauma out of your head And you can write the ending you wish it had. The trusted person rescue, the catharsis of getting to kill the one who hurt you.
It's good for your brain. It's healthier than bottling it up. Fiction is where we go for emotional release. That can be true with trauma too.
Adding @dear-massacre's tags because they are so true:
#this is why it's important to remember that fictional characters are fake #they have no agency. they're made up #it hurts no one to make any character go through the horrors #it is healthy and cathartic
part of the joy of having a fetish that's still somewhat outside of the mainstream (if you disagree then xkcd geologists dot png) but fairly popular is that complaining about a trope being too common in your semi-obscure pornography is really funny
You know what gave ME a bit of a hypnokink? The Dark Crystal. Where is my skeksis porn. There's maybe ten and none of it has anything to do with the DRAINING MACHINE. WHICH TURNS YOU INTO A MINDLESS SLAVE. HELLO??? HELLO. IS THIS THING ON???
No! Braindrain is common in hypnokink, to be sure, but certainly doesn't have to be a part of it (and can be depicted with no mind-control or suggestibility element, which would arguably take those depictions out of hypnokink). Personality-death is also not necessarily hypnokink, but more importantly it's really common to have hypno things where the subject remains fundamentally themself, just with some specific behaviour or experience imposed.
Hypnokink (and the relative so close they're often lumped together, MC kink) is a huge genre with many flavours, and neither braindrain nor personality removal/replacement have to be part of it.
I'm always surprised that Jedi Mind Control doesn't appear more often in hypnokink (shoutout to Penlight for being one of the few that does) as it's one of the few places where it's a tool of the "good guys" and not the bad guys.
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.
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 š ).
I hope you enjoy!
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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
This weekend I was told a story which, although Iām 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?Ā 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.Ā 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.Ā She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success.Ā So - what gives?
His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrityās body, including their outfits when theyāre 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.Ā Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles.Ā 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.Ā You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on.Ā Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered.Ā He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individualās widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit.Ā Thatās how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps canāt ever find a pair that doesnāt 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 Iām wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things donāt fit right, and the world is just unfair that way.Ā I didnāt think that having everything tailored was something that people did.Ā
Itās so obvious, I canāt believe I didnāt know this.Ā But no one ever told me.Ā I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your āproblem areasā and avoiding horizontal stripes.Ā 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 Iāve succeeded and failed.Ā I thought about all the times Iāve 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 itās supposed to.Ā No one told me that it wasnāt supposed to.Ā I guess I just didnāt know.Ā I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didnāt fit.
I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are āwrong,ā who canāt find a good pair of work trousers, who canāt fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesnāt 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.Ā 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 weāre not.Ā Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldnāt find a cute pair of jeans, and didnāt know why.
I love this post but it always frustrated me just a little because I canāt 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 hereās 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 Iām 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.
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"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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