#hypnosis rambles

Maybe it's the sound of it, maybe the fact that it sounds soft and soothing, but if I'm listening to a hypnosis file or asmr or something and whoever is speaking just says sshhh, it makes my brain blank almost immediately.

It's like it's smothering my thoughts in a warm blanket of fuzz, covering my thoughts in such softness until I don't even want to be thinking at all

As though it sooths my mind in such a way that my thoughts are like, "Yeah, we don't need to be working so hard right now, we can just let go and relax, let this person be in charge instead right now."

The sound just makes me feel so calm and relaxed and safe that I don't even think of resisting, I just give in and go all blank and fuzzy around the edges

Just imaging, you're at work, or at home, doesn't really matter where really, but the point is, you're in the middle of doing something mundane, or even something that you might enjoy, but just the tiniest thought of hypnosis and you start to crumble instantly

You might just think about what it might be like say... if the device you're looking at got hacked and a spiral with flashing subliminals took over the screen until you're stuck there drooling, mindlessly mouthing the words that appear while your brain struggles to keep up, eventually giving in

Or perhaps you might be in a more public area, maybe listening to music or just walking somewhere aimlessly. Imagine that your headphones or earphones or whatever are yanked out and someone whispers your triggers into one ear while snapping their fingers next to the other. You don't know what might happen, but at least you get to sink and submit

But you wake up again, come back to awareness, and you're not being hypnotised, you're just getting through the day, being so addicted to the idea of being brainwashed, that you go into trance just from the idea of having your thoughts taken away and controlled

I'm not sure if this is how all stories portray them, but this is how I choose to view them

Stealing away a few humans to decorate a party

Feeding them faerie fruit and watching as the feeble minded humans get all doggy brained and docile, just yearning for the touch of the faeries who took them from their homes

Just willing to do whatever their new fae masters wish of them, just wanting to feel a gentle brush of a hand, taste another bite of that sickly sweet, mind melting fruit that helped entrap them in this new life, even if just for a night

Forced to dance, crawl around naked on the floor, please whichever fey that deigns to grace that empty little head with a purpose

And then it's morning

You wake up on a hill, and it's cold, and you aren't wearing any clothes, and drool is just making it's way down the side of your face

Your memories are dim, but you still remember those hauntingly beautiful faces

That addicting flavour

How good everything felt for that one night

Even knowing how humiliated you were, how you were taken and used as entertainment

You yearn to be stolen away again

Yearn to be fed that sweet faerie fruit

Yearn to hear those sweet words

Yearn to have every choice made for you again

While your thoughts grow fuzzy and you just focus

Focus on being a silly little human and just doing as the more intelligent fey bid you to

So

For example, I recently had to get fitted for a new bra, and I'm not sure if this is just at the place I went to or if it's all of those types of places, but the women working there were all extremely attractive

Now, picture this for me if you will, you walk in, perhaps a little self conscious that you're walking into a place that has lingerie in the front window, perhaps perfectly confident and you're greeted by two very beautiful ladies, both beaming at you and giving you their full attention

Now, for me personally, as someone who is quite shy in person, this is usually more than enough to get me feeling a little flustered, but now think about the next few parts of the process

They guide you over to a rack of bras, asking what you're comfortable with, maybe suggesting different colours based on what might look best against your skin and then my dears, it's time for the fitting room

Now, at this point only one of them usually comes in to the fitting room with you, and usually they wait outside while you get undressed and change into the new bra

What happened this time however, was that one of them came in with me, watched me take off my shirt and bra that I had been wearing, and then helped put on the new one. She circled around, adjusting the straps and making sure it was a comfortable fit, just brushing her hands over the fabric to ensure it was sitting well

Of course, as someone who is very into hypnosis, loves being pet and absolutely melts for praise, my mind jumped straight into what it'd be like if she somehow knew that I was into hypnosis, and took me down right then and there. It didn't help that she had an incredibly soft and velvety voice either

So there I was, with this pretty woman, speaking in this soft voice, her hands just barely touching my skin here and there, and I had to pretend I wasn't getting increasingly more and more flustered from it all. I had to try my best to not imagine how perfect it would be, if she somehow knew my triggers, knew exactly what to say, to drop me down into a deep sleep

Let's imagine that from the time you first learn of hypnosis to now is one giant hypnosis session .

That first initial curiosity that steadily draws you into wanting more. You don't have to give in to that curiosity, you don't have to learn more about it or even try it, but you do. That's the initial drop. Afterwards, curiosity sated, you might continue looking into it more or you might get on with your life and forget about it for a while.

Eventually you go back though, seeking that drop again, that place were your thoughts go fuzzy at the edges. You could reach for them, but why would you when it feels so good to just let them drift away and relax. It's nice to not have to think or worry or decide for a little while. It feels good, so it must be okay to seek it out again right? One more script couldn't hurt, another file won't brainwash you into a hypnohorny pet. Afterall, you're the one in control, hypnosis can't do anything you don't want it to. You're just doing it to relax, to take a little break, there's nothing wrong with that is there?

Eventually you'll begin to notice how more and more of your time is spent looking for more scripts, finding out different techniques and doing your best to let go of your own thoughts. Now, at this point, you may be starting to feel a little worried, there might be a hint of concern and you might try and distance yourself from hypnosis for a while. You delete all the bookmarked files, scripts, stop following all those hypnosis blogs you had started binging and you return to normal life. This is the first bit of resistance. You get back into the swing of things and busy yourself with other things until hypnosis becomes a quiet memory and fades away.

Maybe you last a few months, but eventually something will happen that draws you back into it. You might be watching a movie that just happens to have hypnosis in it, you might be reading a book and a character's eyes are described as mesmerising. It might even just be brought up casually in a conversation, but however it happens, you are reminded of hypnosis and once the brain has experienced something, it never completely forgets. It only takes that one tiny little mention, and you spiral back into that obsession, you drop even faster, even deeper than before. You somehow remember all the scripts you had read and files you had listened to despite deleting them. You eventually find all the hypnosis blogs you were following. It doesn't take long. Not as long as it should. Because your mind remembers. It remembers the sweet sleepy surrender, the fuzz that enveloped your mind that made you feel so warm and at peace

This cycle continues over and over and over again. You drop deep into the spiral of hypnosis before waking again, realising that this may not be the best thing for you, that you should probably hold on to your thoughts, that you need them for the real world. Inevitably though, overwhelmed with stress or maybe just craving the drop, you fall again, floating into relaxation and blanking into bliss. Over and over again, in and out of trance. The gaps between the drops shorten, your reasons for staying away become weaker and you believe them less. Afterall, if hypnosis was bad for you, then it wouldn't feel so good would it?

You know you're being properly brainwashed when you can't go a full day without wanting someone to take away your thoughts for a little while

You know you're being perfectly conditioned when you can't go a full hour without feeling needy and horny and wanting to serve

You know you're serving your purpose when you can't think about anything other than obeying

You know everything is completely fine when you're obeying without thinking

You know that you should be obeying without thinking

You know that you shouldn't be thinking

You know that you should obey

You know that you don't need to think

You know that you need to obey

You don't need to think

You need to obey

Don't need to think

Must Obey

don't think

It's like falling into a hole, you could try and climb out, in fact the hole isn't even that deep, there's even a ladder down there with you! But you ignore the ladder, and the hole seems deeper than it actually is. You try to climb out, but it's more to convince yourself that you tried, when in reality, you never wanted to escape. You find a shovel and dig yourself deeper in

Finding someone who creates hypnotic content is akin to a moon finding a planet to orbit. The moon doesn't stay the same distance away from it's planet, sometimes it's further away, but it always gets dragged closer. You may feel like you've broken free of their gravity, you might go back to your regular life. You could last weeks, maybe even months, but you'll eventually be dragged back into their pull, helpless to their gravity. All it takes is one little look, and you're spiralling again, back into their orbit.

It's just too tiring to keep fighting, but you do anyway, to keep up the illusion that you are your own person, with your own opinions, capable of your own thoughts, when really? All you want to do is be taken down to that place where the only thing that matters is their voice, their words, whatever they decide. You want to be taken and reshaped, molded into whatever they desire. Broken down and built up again into a new shape.

A puppet

A doll

A toy

The concept of fractionation was brought up recently, something about different separation techniques for assorted mixtures, but as someone who's also very very into hypnosis, I couldn't help but immediately jump to that

Especially since, I'm such a slut for fractionation, like omg, that stuff is one of my favourite parts of hypnosis, and then mixing that with resistance play? I don't stand a chance

Like that mixture of being told to resist then being made aware of how deep you're falling anyway? Oof, gets me everytime. Even better if the 'tist is talking to you in that voice, the teasing one that lets you know that they know how desperate you are for the inevitable fall but they're going to force you to try and resist anyway just so the inevitable surrender hits all the harder

Like, I don't care if you're gonna tease me about it, just gimme the command, I'll do anything for that eventual drop.

If I'm honest, trying out fractionation for the first time was when it really hit me, that yes, hypnosis is 100% something that I want. You wanna take my brain? Sure, please, it's all yours. You wanna tease me about how pathetic and easy I am? How much of a hypnoslut I can be? Go for it