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This is a comprehensive post of all my Hypnotic Work posted here on Tumblr, both write-ups and audiofiles.

The list below are all real sessions I’ve done. If you are looking for Hypnotic Fantasies, you can find those here.

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My YouTube video on ADHD and Hypnosis can be found here.

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TEXT TRANCES

All my Text Trance Posts are real voice sessions I have transcribed for your enjoyment.

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Taking His Mind: This Text Trance is about being blank and mindless, and taking someone’s mind.

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Need, Craving, Desperation: This Text Trance is about building pleasure and the need, craving and desperation for an orgasm that might not be granted.

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Sting and Prickle: This Text Trance is about being in a BDSM club and includes fairly light impact play and an audience.

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Snaps Snaps Snaps: This Text Trance is about snaps and arousal, both physical and mental. Resulting in his first Mental Orgasm.

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Controlled and Caged: This Text Trance is about the installment of a hypnotic cock cage. 

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Mind Over Easy: This Text Trance is about eating someone’s mind. And then making a new mind for them, out of clay.

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Adorable Adventures Abound: This Text Trance is about transforming someone into an adorable puppy and taking him to the park.  ~*~

Kael’s New Clothes: This Text Trance Post involves having some memory play fun with my Kael. So much fun, in fact, that I gave him a brand new outfit.

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Caleb’s Predicament: Viagra versus Cage: This Text Trance Post involves a Caleb in chastity, when I give him an injection of Viagra. Which will win?

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Maximum Mind Melting: In this Text Trance Post I bring my Caleb’s mind into an orb and use it to completely melt his mind.

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Helplessly Edged and Pegged: In this Text Trance I hypnotize my Caleb into helplessly edging for me while I peg him.

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REAL SESSION WRITE-UPS

All of my In Person Session posts are real sessions I’ve had in person. They are not in Text Trance Format.

Boob Drop: A session in which I use my boobs to bring my Caleb into a very deep trance.

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Two. One. Snap: A session in which I make my Caleb’s own snaps more and more hypnotic.

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Splendor of Masturbation: A session in which a Caleb and I play the board game Splendor, with lots of sexy hypnotic shenanigans.

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A Sip of Arousal: A memory play Omorashi session with a Kael.

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Hydrated, Hypnotized, Horny: A 5 hour session at NEEHU 2022 with a cute, subby, geeky Caleb. He was quite hydrated and satisfied by the end of it.

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Hypnotic Board Games, Seduction, and Denial: While I do hypnotize my Caleb in this one, you’ll also get to read about me being hypnotized, as well.

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Water is Pleasure: What happens when my brainwashed Caleb learns there is more than one way to deny him?

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Subject will Remain at Attention until Release Command is Issued: A Caleb’s write-up about being transformed into a drone for me.

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Drained by a Vampire: I surprise a Caleb with a Vampire Session he’s been wanted to do for a while, and drain him of everything, including free will. 

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Street Urchin Hypnosis: A silly trance where I pretend I’m a street urchin trying to swindle money from unsuspecting victims by hypnotizing them.

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Subby and Mindless for Miss Sweet: A Caleb’s write-up about being submissive and mindless for me.

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Memory Play Masturbation: A Caleb masturbates in front of me at a Con after being made to forget I am there.

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Melting for Miss Sweet: This is a first. A Caleb’s write-up of a voice session done on Discord, where I had his mind melt for my boobs.

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Charmed 2020 Recap Parts 1, 2, and 3.

Charmed 2020 Part 1: Wednesday and Thursday of Charmed. Includes a Mirror session. 

Charmed 2020 Part 2: Friday and Saturday of Charmed. Includes an intense Memory Play session.

Charmed 2020 Part 3: Sunday and Monday of Charmed. Includes a Hair Hypnosis session.  

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Top Ten Hottest Sessions from MindQuake 2019: I spent the entire Convention with one Caleb. We did so much, I had to narrow my post down to 10 sessions.

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Weekend of Hypnotic Adventures with Kael: A Kael visited me all weekend and we stuffed in as much hot Hypno as possible. Pocket watches! Edging! Foot massage!

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Beguiled 2019 Recap: July in Chicago with hundreds of other Hypno-Fetishists… fun!

Breaking of a Mind (Beguiled 2019): I broke someone’s mind deliberately for the very first time, using overwhelming pleasure.

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Lust Vampire - A hypno scene - I hypnotize a Kaelynn in public, to feel as if she is being bitten by three different vampires, all of which drain of her of lust. At Fetish Fair Flea 2019

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Discovering my Inner Sadist: In which I discover I really am a Sadist, and how much I enjoy being one.

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Hypnotic Breast Worship: A Kaelynn is tranced and worships my breasts with her hands and mouth. At Charmed 2019.

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Fractionation Session: A session in which I fractionate someone for an hour. At Mindquake 2018.

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Adventures with Caleb, Parts 1, 2, and 3: I was able to meet one of my Calebs in real life. I wrote an accounting of my wonderful weekend with him.

Adventures with Caleb Part 1: Hypnosis and Nipples - This post is an accounting of our first meeting, includes in person hypnosis.

Adventures with Caleb Part 2: Hypnosis and Rope - This post is an accounting of tying my Caleb up with physical rope and having my way with him hypnotically, sexually and through impact play.

Adventures with Caleb Part 3: Hypnosis and Bowling   - This post is an accounting of giving my Caleb an orgasm, caging him, and then having fun with public hypnosis.

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FREE AUDIOFILES

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Live Denied and Bound Video: I hypnotize my denied Caleb and use his need to cum to bind him in place. (18+ Video on YouTube)

~*~ Live Pup Fractionation Video: A live session, on video, in which I hypnotize a Caleb and fractionate him.

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Pure Relaxation with SweetTist: If you’re new to me, I recommend listening to this audiofile first. This is an introduction to both my voice as well as my style as a Tist.

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Fractionation and Snaps with SweetTist: This file fractionates you and then gives you a snaps trigger, linked to only my snaps, making my snaps pleasurable.

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Back and forth

Sink and rise

Levi tapped two white mana and slowly placed his card on the table. It was only a 2/2 flying monster but at least it was something.

He glanced over at his life counter. 14. He could feel his mind already foggy with those 6 lost life.

Holly grinned at him, the four cards in front of her untapped and ready to drain him of life, and mind.

“Are you doing anything else?” Her voice was silky smooth, as she smiled at him innocently.

Levi rechecked his hand. Everything needed more mana than he currently had. He shook his head.

“Pass.”

Holly drew then tapped six of her blue mana and set down a 7/8 monster. Luckily it didn’t have haste.

She tapped two of her other four monsters. “Attacking.”

Levi blocked the highest, a 4/4, which both killed his card and let her 2/2 through.

She picked up his life counter, as per their rules, and turned it to 13. He felt his mind drain, and then drain more as she turned it to 12.

His mind wandered for a bit, playing out the negotiation they had done half an hour ago. How great it had felt to drop for her. And then how fun it had been to drop her, in return.

“Pass.” Holly’s voice said, loudly, and Levi realized it wasn’t the first time she’d said it.

“I know. I’m thinking,” he lied as he untapped his cards then drew his next card. Mana! Finally!

He set down the red mana, the one he’d been waiting for, and immediately tapped it and the rest of his mana.

“Instant,” he read aloud. “Deal four damage to one target creature or player. Four damage to you.”

He set the card down in front of himself in case she wanted to read it.

She looked through her cards, sighed and gestured at her own life counter.

Levi set his instant in his graveyard then reached over to pick up her die and slowly turned it to 19.

Watching her face as her mind slowly drained from 20 to 16, Levi felt his body respond. That look in her eyes, the way her lips parted, the little gasp she made as her mind drained bit by bit.

Is that what he looked like when his life counter turned, as well?

When he reached 16, he held the die for a moment, watching her face, then carefully set the life counter back down.

“Pass.”

Holly blinked at him slowly, and then shook her head. He knew from experience she was attempting to send a bit of the fog away. He also knew from experience the attempt would be useless.

She stared at the cards in front of her, and then she uptapped her cards. Her hand paused over the last card before it moved to her deck and drew.

Levi knew his counter was at 12, however she seemed to be more affected than he was. Then again, he’d lost his mind slowly, over several turns. She’d lost hers all at once.

He’d gotten used to the foggy feeling creeping through his mind. Found it pleasant, even.

If she was this affected, perhaps she’d lose this game. And he’d have a mindless toy to play with for an hour, their agreed upon time.

“Pass.”

Levi’s mind sluggishly came back to the present. She hadn’t tapped any of her monsters. She wasn’t attacking.

Rather than ask why, Levi untapped his mana and drew. Not more land, however he had what he needed for his next move.

He tapped all of his mana and set down another white flying monster, though this one healed him 1 point for every white he had out.

“I gain 1 life.”

She hesitated and then picked up his die, grumbling jokingly, and slowly turned the life counter from 12 to 13.

As Levi watched the number change, he felt a bit of the fog recede.

They went back and forth like this for an hour. Losing and gaining life.

By the time his die was at 3 and hers at 5, Levi was sure the fractionation was causing more of his mind’s weakness than the trigger.

It was a close game. At this point he wasn’t sure who he wanted to win more. Having his way with a mindless Holly would be beyond hot.

However, he loved being mindless for her while she made use of his body…

It didn’t matter which he wanted more. Part of the rules for this game was that both would try everything possible to win.

Though, with all their mindlessness, they sometimes were unable to recall easy solutions to seemingly insurmountable issues.

“Attacking.”

Levi looked over to see all three of Holly’s monsters tapped.

The fog in his mind shifted and swirled and it took a few moments for him to move his lone monster to defend.

It didn’t help though. The other two monsters slipped through and took his last remaining life.

Levi’s hand dropped to the table as Holly’s  reached over to pick up his life counter.

The fog surged as she turned it to 2, claimed more of his mind as she turned it to 1, and then took over completely as she said “Zero.”

Levi’s mindless body remained in its chair until Holly ordered it to stand. It obeyed, it’s vacant eyes staring into nothing.

Levi’s body moved, walked, and shifted under Holly’s precise commands.

It’s mouth licked and sucked at her orders, it’s fingers stroked and caressed under her guidance.

Levi’s body was created to please her.

And it was an obedient creation. At least for the next 45 minutes.

The End.

If you enjoyed this, please reblog so that others may enjoy this, as well. 

I like the idea of non forced hypnosis. Between coupled and such. Magic based hypnotist making sure that their ok with it, and that they know what I means to be hypnotized. Gentle headpats and no rough treatment during trance, they love this person after all.

AND NO PERMANENT ALTERTIONS im here to be consensually fucked mindless not get a lobotomy.

So yeah, i dont like, non consent or sudden/agressive hypnosis. And no hypnotized consent is not consent.

A friend has referred to me as “a consent fiend”, which I absolutely love.

All my work is consensual hypnosis.

My Omorashi Hypno stories are:

The Memory Safe

Date Night

Drink (I think this may be the one you are looking for)

Thank you!!!

This is a write-up of a real hypnosis session

I’ve been brainwashing a Caleb, for about a year now, to find pleasure in the simple act of drinking water.

Because water is pleasure.

I hypnotized him on and off for an hour, which included having him stripping down to his underwear while in trance, something I’ve recently learned I enjoy.

I, of course, mixed in quite a bit of brainwashing with play. After a particular bit of brainwashing, I brought him up.

“I like teasing you.” I laugh.

“I like being teased by you.” Caleb answers, smiling into the camera.

“Have I adequately teased you this session?” I ask, still teasing.

“No.” He replies, grinning at me to show he’s teasing back.

“Is that so? Perhaps that means I should tease you more?”

He raises both hands in a “come here” gesture. “Bring it on.”

“Ohhhhh. Mmmmm. I see.” My tone switches from teasing to plotting.

“Uh oh. I think I’ve made a grave error.”

“Perhaps. You know you listed “Denial” in our Negotiations, right?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“You know there’s more than one type of Denial right?”

His brows wrinkle together in a confused look. “No? I meant” he hooks a thumb in the waistband of his underwear and pulls it forward a bit. “Not coming.”

“Oh yes. There’s that. But there is also… not being allowed to drink. And wanting so desperately to.”

At this, his expression changes from confusion to worry. “Oh. Oh, no.” Later he told me that, at this point, his mouth went absolutely dry.

“Oh. Oh, yes. Good. He’s figuring it out. And drop.” I count him down several times from five to one.

“I’d like you to open your eyes, staying deep down here.

“I’d like you to find that two liter bottle of water with your eyes and then use one of your hands to move that bottle in front of the camera. Now.”

His eyes open slowly, barely focusing on something off camera, and then his hand raises slowly up and drags the bottle to where I can see it.

“Very good. I want you to touch that bottle. Stroke it. Knowing that if I were to allow you to, which I’m not going to, but if I were to allow you to, your hands could uncap that bottle, raise it to your lips and… but no.”

His hypnotized face grows desperate and we’ve only barely begun. I give a small giggle at his expression.

“In fact, those arms are under my control, and they are now simply unable to lift that bottle. Even if you were to use two hands, you’d be unable to raise that bottle, because I don’t want you to.”

His mouth opens and his tongue licks the air in front of him, staring at the bottle he’s basically stroking off.

“Place your other hand on that bottle. Feel that water soooo close.”

His other hand obediently, slowly, moves over to the bottle and begins stroking it, too.

“You are into Denial. You know how it works. After a long time being denied, it feels more powerful and wonderful when you finally get that release.”

“I wonder how your mind, and body will react when I allow you to finally drink.”

His hands keep stroking the cap, then falling back to the sides, his face needy.

“Should I allow you to drink, now? Have I teased you enough?”

“That…” his mouth closes for a moment, then tries again. “That’s up to you, Miss.”

“Oh, I like that answer! Hmmm. I don’t think you want it enough, yet. You haven’t even said ‘please’ or begged, yet.”

“Please. Please, Miss, may I drink some water.” Was his immediate answer. “I’m begging you. Please.”

“Oh, I do enjoy the sound of that. Alright, I’ll be a generous Miss and allow you to uncap that bottle.”

His fingers fumble for few moments then finally get the cap off.

“Very good. Look at that open bottle, that water right there, ready to be drunk.”

He looks down, and again, his tongue sticks out and licks the air.

“Very good. And now recap it.”

He looks like he wants to beg some more but, he is a good boy for me and recaps the bottle.

His hands shift away for a moment to rub the insides of his wrists on his bare thighs before returning to stroking the bottle.

“You are doing so well for me. Being teased. Being denied. So well, in fact, I think you deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Miss.” I enjoy the way his voice shakes and smile, which I’m sure he can hear in my voice.

“Not yet, but in a moment, you may uncap that bottle, and without spilling any, may tip that bottle until a drop lands on your finger.

Then you are going to take that drop and place it upon your lips, and enjoy that single drop of water.

You can do this for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Then you may uncap that bottle.”

As I watch, his fingers don’t fumble this time. He places the cap down, rests the edge of his finger against the bottle’s mouth and slowly tips the bottle sideways.

A drop of water slowly rolls onto his finger. He uprights the bottle and, carefully, raises his finger until that drop of water is on his tongue.

He shudders and moans, a subdued version of his normal reaction, but no less enjoyable to watch.

Finally he lowers his hand. “Please, Miss, may I have another drop?”

His voice is definitely needy and I smile.

“Only a drop? I was going to allow you take a whole sip.”

“A sip? Yes. Yes, please, Miss.”

“Alright. Arms. You may, slowly, raise that bottle up now. Caleb, use two hands.”

As I watch, his hands grasp the sides of the two liter bottle and slowly begin to raise it up.

It takes effort to get it off the floor, as if his arms aren’t sure if they can manage it.

“Good. A little higher. A bit higher. Doing quite well. A bit higher. Almost up to your mouth now. So close.”

He has the bottle about an inch from his mouth when I tell him “that’s close enough. Put the bottle back down and cap it.”

He actually whines softly but, again, as he is a good boy, he obeys.

Once the bottle is down and capped, he begins to rock back and forth, grasping the bottle with both hands.

“That must have been like edging. Did I just edge you with water?” I tease.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Did you know you could edge with water?”

“No, Miss.”

“Oh good. So you learned something. I’m glad.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“You are most welcome, Caleb. Alright. I’ll actually allow you a sip this time. Uncap that bottle for me. Arms, you may raise that bottle back up.”

His hands quickly, desperately, uncap that bottle and his arms raise it quickly, possibly in hopes that I won’t stop him again.

I don’t.

Instead I allow him to take a sip of water.

He only drinks for a few seconds before his hands quickly lower the bottle and his fingers fumble for the cap.

As he is twisting the cap back on, his body is already shuddering and the moaning sounds are absolutely erotic.

The cap finally on, he collapses backwards onto the floor, leaving me with a central view of the evident arousal restrained in his underwear. And half of one knee.

His hips thrust into the air quite a few times, a delicious sight I have to admit, as his moans continue to fill my ears.

Even though I can’t see the shudders happening to the rest of his body I know they are there.

At one point, the leg I can’t see must have shuddered into the water bottle for it unexpectedly fell over and rolled away.

After two minutes, the moans become a bit softer as he catches his breath.

He half sits up into view, supporting his body with one hand behind himself.

Now I can see the muscles jumping in his shoulders and neck as small shudders continue to run through him.

It takes another two minutes for him to compose himself and he sits up fully, blushing into the camera.

“Thank you, Miss.”

“You are so very welcome.” I’m grinning ear to ear.

He looks down at his underwear and plucks at the fabric. “These are soaked. That felt like cumming… without cumming, Miss.”

“Oh good. That is wonderful to hear. So, what have you learned?”

“Not to challenge you, Miss.” He looks up into the camera, still plucking at his underwear.

“An important lesson. Anything else?” I know he can hear the grin in my voice.

“That there are many ways to be denied, Miss.” His hand shifts away from his underwear to stand the bottle upright, back into view of the camera.

“Excellent. Very good boy.”

“Thank you, Miss.” His eyes close for a moment, in obvious enjoyment of the praise.

“Are you ready for aftercare?” I ask.

“Yes, Miss.”

The End

I hope you all enjoyed!

More Hypnotic Fantasies by SweetTist

Laurence shivered as Mistress Iris walked him through the crowded dungeon. With the blindfold on, he couldn’t see all the people watching him but he knew they were there by the low, respectful chatter, and the sound of various forms of impact play.

He made sure to keep up with Mistress Iris’ steps, the chain of the nipple clamps he wore would pull his nipples sharply if he strayed too far behind.

She had been training him to the clamps for several months, though this was only the second time he’d had to do it blindfolded. And the first time in public.

How many people were watching her purple clad form lead his naked body by his nipples? How many did she discuss her plans for him with?

He shivered again and almost missed when she stopped, the chain on the clamps going suddenly loose. He halted in time.

“You know what I have planned for you, don’t you?” her hypnotic voice poured into his left ear.

Had she said any other words, he would have melted for her then and there. But, tonight he wasn’t allowed to melt for her.

“Yes, Mistress Iris.” His voice cracked on her name. She continued before he could repeat himself.

“And you know why you are here tonight, don’t you?” How he loved melting for her. How torturous it would be to have to stay all the way awake through what she had planned for him.

“Yes, Mistress Iris.” This time his voice didn’t crack.

“Tell me why you are here tonight?”

How many people could hear their conversation? How many people could hear his answer? He licked his lips, hesitating.

“Tell me,” she rested one hand in the middle of his chest and gave the chain attached to his nipples a small tug. He inhaled at the sting of pain that shot through both nipples, then it was over, her hand disappearing and the chain dropping slack once again.

“I enjoy resisting too much.” His voice shook slightly from the momentary pain in his nipples.

“Exactly. And?” Why did she have to use that voice on him, now, when he couldn’t give into it.

“You’ve asked me to stop resisting and I keep doing it. So, the only thing I’m allowed to do tonight is resist.”

This time her silky voice was in his right ear, her lips brushing its inner curve.

“Very good.”

Her hand returned to the middle of his chest and pushed lightly.

“Take two steps back. Slowly.”

Following her guiding hand, he did as she commanded, and found his back against something hard and wooden.

Her hand moved from his chest to tap his legs further and further apart.

Then a cuff, leather, he was sure, encircled first his left ankle, another one then encircled his right.

Laurence could feel the soft fabric of her dress caress his leg as she stood and cuffed each of his wrists. Not above his head, as he was expecting, but where they hung naturally, pulled only a few inches away from his body.

The cool wood warmed up against his back as he listened to his Mistress give his limits and safewords. She added “And no one touches the chain or his nipples but me.”

He didn’t hear any answers but she must have been satisfied because she said “Thank you all for volunteering. You may begin.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect but a soft gentle caress down his right arm, from shoulder to wrist wasn’t it.

A voice filled his right ear, an unknown, breathy female voice.

“You can feel me stroke down your arm, can’t you?” Her hand continued to stroke down his arm. Shoulder to wrist. Shoulder to wrist. Always returning to his shoulder, and sliding down to his wrist.

He nodded but as he did so, a hand stroked his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. Moaning, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.

“You aren’t allowed to go under.” Mistress Iris’s voice filled his other ear. “Remember. You are only allowed to resist.”

A familiar, painful tug on his nipples caused his eyes to blink open, under the blindfold. The hand stroked through his hair, the nails once again lightly scraping his scalp. He moaned louder.  

“My hand stroking down your arm. I bet you can allow your mind to follow my hand down your arm, can’t you?”

He found himself nodding, even as the unknown hand returned to his hair, causing another moan.

A new femine voice filled his left ear, even as the other spoke in his right ear..

“Trance feels so amazing, doesn’t it? To sink into it. For your mind to drop.”

With that word his mind tried so hard to resist but with the hands and competing voices, he started to drop.

His mind hit a barrier and he bounced back up, uncertain what had happened.

“Letting your mind follow my hand down your arm, Laurence, as if my hand was your mind, and your arm, was trance. Your mind can follow my hand, now.”

Again he tried to resist, but with the hand stroking down his arm combined with the other hand in his hair, and the hypnotic words filling his right ear, he started to drop.

And was again bounced back up. It was a strange feeling, he could feel a small something form in his mind.

Another hand joined the other two, this one tapping the middle of his forehead and then stroking down his nose. Tap on his forehead, stroke down the nose. Over and over.

There was no third voice accompanying this, but there didn’t need to be. This was torture.

Tap, stroke through hair, stroke down arm, stroke down nose, hypnotic feminine voices filling his mind.

And each time his resistance failed, he was bounced back up, the something in his mind growing with each bounce. Was it fog? Or perhaps a shadow? Or maybe it was emptiness?

He couldn’t concentrate, with everything he was being bombarded with. And he needed to concentrate, concentrate on resisting.

Which he failed to do over and over again. Dropping and bouncing up again and again.

By the time he felt a headband settle over his head, his resistance was hanging on by a thread and that something had grown larger.

He only noticed the headband because it caused the hand in his hair to stop stroking for half a second before it resumed.

The tap on his forehead disappeared which he found was a relief. The relief was short lived.

Even as the hand in his hair and the one down his arm continued, as well as the voices in his ears, the blindfold was lifted.

His eyes blinked in the shadowy light, the confusion doing nothing to help strengthen his resistance, or to stop the something now taking up most of his mind.

When his eyes could focus, the shadows on his peripherals remained, only ahead of him was clear.

And filled with a single thing.

A slowly swaying, twirling crystal, reflecting small flashes of light. His eyes were caught the moment they recognized what they were seeing.

The hand stroking through his hair was joined with a second.

The hypnotic voice in his left ear started to incorporate the pendant, the stroking of his hair, the stroking down the arm, and even managed to get his mind to imagine the forehead tap and stroke down his nose.

Then the hypnotic voice in his right ear started to incorporate them all, as well.

The last shreds of his resistance fell to the floor and he fell and bounced up out of trance a dozen, two dozen, a hundred, two hundred times. The something swallowed his mind whole.

He didn’t notice when his body went limp. Didn’t notice when his body was only held up by the cuffs around his wrists and ankles. His mind repeatedly dropped and bounced out of trance.

He was gone. Drool seeped from his lips. His eyes stared unblinking at the flashing pendant.

He was gone.

Not in trance. He couldn’t be.

He was simply gone.

Broken.

He didn’t notice when the pendant was pulled away. He didn’t notice as the hands in his hair slipped away.

He didn’t notice when the dual voices in his ears drifted away, the hand down his arm going with them.

He didn’t notice as his eyes were gently closed and the blindfold settled back into place.

He didn’t notice as the headband was softly pulled off of his head.

He didn’t notice as his ankles were uncuffed.

He didn’t notice the large man Mistress Iris directed next to him as she uncuffed his wrists.

He didn’t notice as this man caught his limp body and carried him to one of the comfy couches in the quiet room.

He didn’t notice the man lay him down onto his Mistress’s lap, careful not to tug the clamps.

He didn’t notice Mistress Iris thank the four Dommes that had assisted her in breaking him.

He didn’t notice his Mistress rocking him, her voice soothing.

What he noticed was the pieces of his mind coming back together, solidifying once again.

By the time he noticed, most of it was back together, only a few pieces still missing.

As she put the last pieces into place, however, he didn’t notice her fail to return his resistance.

The End

(Not my usual style but I wrote it as gift to someone. I hope you enjoyed!)

He said “something that hypnotizes me”.

So I dipped into my hypno voice and just said “Hypnosis” over and over and over and then, finally “one”.

And gone.

I get wildly horny way before my brain registers the need to piss

... but I've been doing stuff. Here is the latest:

Hello @cuckzone2

Thank you for the Request! I do like writing nonsexual stuffs. Especially if it lets me show off GentleFemDom, which the story I wrote did.

I did do a kinesthetic induction, but it may not be what you expected. I hope you still enjoy the story though. 

The Comfort of a Nightgown

The phone rang startling Cassie who, curled up on her couch with her knitting needles and favorite audiobook, glowered at where it sat charging on the dining room table. It stopped ringing and then began again. Who could want her less than thirty minutes before midnight?

She sighed, put down her yarn, threw off her blanket, and trudged across the faded green carpet to the dining room.

By the time she reached the phone it had stopped and started again. She peered down at the display and then, eyes worried, pressed Accept, pulled it off the charger and put it to her ear.

“Hazel. I am here.” Her usual greeting. She hoped she kept the worry from her voice.

“Miss Cassie. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept all week. Can you come over?” Hazel apparently had no such qualms, faer stress came through loud and clear.

“Where’s Donnie?”

“She’s still in Maine. She won’t be home until Sunday. I’m so exhausted and the bed is so big. Please?” The sniffle told her Hazel was close to faer breaking point.

“Hold on. Let me throw on some pants and shoes. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“Yes, please, Miss Cassie.” Was faer voice calmer? Cassie wasn’t sure. She hurried, throwing on yesterday’s pants from the hamper and shoving her feet into her flip-flops.

“I’m heading out the door now.” She grabbed her keys off the stand in the hallway and locked the door behind her.

“Thank you, Miss Cassie.” Yes, fae was starting to calm.

The walk took less than five minutes and Cassie kept Hazel talking, asking about faer day and Cassie’s newest knitting project. When she turned into the condo complex, she could see Hazel standing on the porch a few condos down.

“Do you see me?” She waved.

It took a moment, then, as the figure on the porch waved back, Hazel replied “I see you. We can hang up now.”

When Cassie reached the top of the sixth step, onto the porch, Hazel threw faer arms around her, hiding faer face in her shoulder. “Thank you, Miss Cassie. I miss her so much. I can’t sleep.”

Cassie held faer for a moment and then whispered soothingly. “Let’s not give the neighbors a show. Let’s go inside.”

“It’s almost midnight.” Hazel said but pulled away obediently and held the door open for Cassie, closing it behind faerself.

Cassie left her flip-flops by the door and led Hazel down the yellow hallway and into the spacious bedroom with an equally spacious bed.

“Strip and put on one of Donnie’s nightgowns.”

As Hazel obeyed, tugging off faer sweatpants and t-shirt, Cassie elaborated.

“You sleep next to Donnie every night. You feel her nightgowns against your skin. You smell the scent of her laying next to you. Trust me. Wearing her nightgown will help you sleep.”

While fae carefully poked through faer wife’s nightgowns, Cassie went out to the little dining area, selected a chair, and carried it back into the bedroom. She placed it next to Hazel’s side of the bed where Hazel waited awkwardly, in an oversized maroon nightgown with the word “Cisn’t” emblazoned across the front in gold.

Cassie smiled. “I doubt you could have made a better choice. Come on. Climb into bed.”

“Yes, Miss Cassie.” And fae obeyed, tugging the comforter down and sliding in between the sheets.

“Grab Donnie’s pillow and turn on your side to face me.” Cassie ordered as she settled into the chair. She continued speaking as Hazel obeyed.

“As I was saying. You sleep next to Donnie every night. You feel her nightgowns against your skin. You smell the scent of her laying next to you. Wrap your arms around her pillow. As you hug it tight, as you rest your nose against the top of it, as you feel the texture of her nightgown envelop you, you can find the comfort she brings, and she does bring you such comfort, doesn’t she?”

Hazel nodded, faer arms wrapped around the upper middle of the pillow, faer mouth and nose resting on the top edge.

“You can let yourself close your eyes. You can let yourself find the comfort that she brings in the items that surround you. You can let yourself feel her around you. You can let yourself feel her inside you. Her scent, her touch, the feel of her in your arms.”

Hazel, faer eyes closed, snuggled the pillow.

“You can let yourself feel the comfort she brings. You can let yourself feel her around you. You can feel her drifting off to sleep in your arms. You can feel her drifting, floating, sleepy self gently, softly, pull your mind down with her.”

When Hazel’s face grew slack, faer mouth falling slightly open, Cassie softened and slowed her voice even more.

“Your mind can follow her pull, the pull of her sleepy mind asking you to join her in wonderful, blissful, peaceful sleep. You can, you will join her in peaceful, blissful sleep, won’t you?”

The nod was slow, lazy, barely a nod.

“Peaceful, blissful sleep, together. Together in peaceful, blissful sleep.”

Cassie continued those two sentences, over and over, until Hazel let out a soft snore.

She whispered gently  “Good night, little one”, put away the chair, and let herself out, locking the door behind her, and started the walk home.

The End

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