#hypnotoy

Take HypnoChess, for example. It's just regular old chess, but every piece you lose makes you dumber, dizzier, and less focused. This one change alters a game of wits into a game of defense, where trades of pieces are incredibly risky at all times, while also turning losing from a frustrating result to an arousing one.

Or we can look at Hypno Truth or Dare. It has all the elements of regular Truth or Dare, mixed in with dirty questions about hypnosis and dares to go deeper, listen to files and to obey without question~

And the best part is that this change is incredibly easy to do. Any game can be made more fun with hypnosis if you alter a few rules. You can replace boring punishment cards with suggestions to stare at a spiral, or to become another player's toy for x ammount of turns.

You can make it so that the closer you get to the finish in a game like Snakes and Ladders, the emptier you get, and the more addicted you become to the thought of sabotaging yourself going back to the beggining.

This does not just apply to physical games either. Video games lerfectly lend themselves to hypnosis. A lot of them feature very rigid gameplay rules and repetitive gameplay, so, in theory, you could make a very mindless task like farming for a certain item or mining for a certain ore condition you deeper, every level gained and block broken drilling in the suggestion of your choosing into your already focused head.

My preferred terms are in my pinned post.

If you're going to play with someone for the first time, fucking look at those things on the blog you're messaging.

I wouldn't normally keep the url in the screenshot or even share this kind of stuff outside of my circle of trust but I'm so tired of this.

If someone tells you their gender and EXPLICITLY says in the thing you just read "don't try to tell me my gender" - that they aren't into detrans or adjacent kinks - you don't double down.

To all the trans subs and Dom(me)s: You deserve to be comfortable in your play

To all the cis subs and Dom(me)s who hadn't considered this, with all the love in my heart:

Synopsis: The way we see ourselves affects not only our actions, but also how we are seen and the actions of others towards us, reinforcing our actions and our self-image, fueling a never-ending cycle.

Therefor, does a great hypnotist creates a great subject? Or does a great subject creates a great hypnotist?

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It had been a couple of days since I started to brainwash you. Not that you were aware of that, I made sure you forgot what I put inside your mind. But even so, I could tell how well it was working.

I was mostly using your trigger to get away from chores, or to not have to deal with minor everyday inconveniences. But can you blame me? You look so cute when I call you a ‘good toy’, the way your eyes go empty and your jaw slack just for a second, before smiling and doing what I told you.

“Can you be a good toy and wash the dishes for me?" or “You would be such a good toy if you could grab me a snack from the kitchen?"

Stuff like that was becoming a regular part of my dialect, but of course it wasn’t the only suggestion I implanted that was working wonders on you. I could notice your frustration, the light touches on your private parts, the whimpers that you accidentally made. It showed me you were a good needy toy, who wasn’t cumming, because they hadn't made their Miss cum first, even if you didn’t know that yet.

But all it took was a “Good toys don’t hide their arousal from Miss", that the discretion from your constant attempts to try to cum were over. You probably didn't understand why you were touching yourself with your door open at night, or humping the couch in the living room when I was home and could catch you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel shame about it, almost as if you wanted to be caught doing it.

One night when you were desperately touching yourself on the living room couch, I came and sat right beside you. Your cheeks got red, and you thought that maybe, you should stop.

“A good toy wouldn’t stop." I said calmly, as I watched you pick up the pace again.

“I am going to watch a movie, hope you don’t mind me.” You shook your head, feeling good to be doing it with me near you. You didn’t want to hide your arousal from me.

I put on a “movie” that I found online, about an evil hypnotist who brainwashes people into their sex slaves, and… yeah, it was porn, and it was mostly to tease you, but I edited it a bit.

If I’m really going to brainwash you into my perfect toy, I was going to put an effort. I did some research, and I found out that spirals work really well for hypnosis. I thought it was a cliche, but I guess it is for a reason.

Anyway, halfway through the movie, after some steamy scenes, the hypnotist was about to make a new thrall, and it was recorded in this first person pov way. So, I put a spiral over the scene. It would gradually appear, until the screen was only the spiral.

Well, it worked better than I thought, you couldn’t stop staring at the screen, even before the spiral showed up. And you were so focused on the movie that you didn’t mind me touching you, caressing you.

When the spiral actually showed up, your eyes couldn’t help but roll up, and your arms lost strength, until you remained motionless, with your hands still down your pants, and your eyes transfixed on the screen.

“Drop", I said as I snapped my fingers. I gently took your hand out of your pants, and started touching you myself.

“Keep your eyes on the spiral darling, isn’t it pretty?” You nodded, as I slowly teased you.

"Look at how horny you are, I wonder why… Speak.” I snapped again.

"I haven’t cum in days, Miss.” You said with a shaky voice.

“And why is that, toy?"

“Because I haven’t made Miss cum."

“I guess we need to change that…" After saying that, it stopped teasing you, and took off my pants. “Kneel, toy, you know what you need to do."

Your mouth meets my pussy, like you were stuck in a desert, drinking water for the first time in days. And the desperate adoration felt amazing.

“I want to put some new things in that empty head of yours, toy.” I said, stroking your hair.

"I know you love being a good toy, and you love being called a good toy even more. So from now on, whenever I call you a ‘good toy’, you will feel a wave of orgasmic pleasure washing over you. And since you are unable to cum by yourself, that will be the best thing you will get. You will crave my orders and my commands just for the chance to be called a good toy again. Do you understand?” I felt you trying to answer, but your mouth was too full of me to be able to make any sound that wasn’t muffled.

“And since we are talking about ways to be a good toy, from now on when you listen to your hypnosis files, it is me you have in mind. You don’t know why, but in your submissive fantasies, I’m your mistress, your owner, your Miss.” I felt my eyes roll back, as you started to lick me quicker, more intense.

"And you will start doing your hypnosis training in places I can see, the living room, the kitchen, my bedroom, it doesn’t matter, you want me to watch you being a good toy."

You tried to nod, but I held your head firmly in place, your mouth felt so good on my cunt, the way it emptied your mind, and made the throbbing in your sex stronger, only made you want it more.

“Your biggest desire it is to be a good toy, within these walls, in the secrecy of our home, you only desire is to be empty, mindless, obedient-" my whole body tensed up, the instructions being imprinted in your mind were cut by my screams of blissful arousal, as my hot juices squirted all over your face.

And with that, you gained the reward you craved, the explosion in ecstasy that was locked away, far from your reach. Like thousands of roman candles lighting up your being, you could feel the fall over the edge light up your body like never before, your fragile mind broken in numerous little pieces, with no chance of repair.

You could say goodbye to your bottoms, because they were destroyed by the still flowing tides of cum dripping off of your body. You wanted more; you needed more.

And so did I, my legs wrapped across your neck, keeping you in place, as I kept on speaking in a moaning, breathy tone.

“You will be my toy, and my toy alone, your needs, desires and thoughts belong to me. In here you can forget about the others, because even if you are hypnotized by someone else, your mind will replace their voice with mine, their appearance will change to my likeness, because you only drop for me. So if someone else fucks your mind, it will only strengthen the hold I have over you.”

As I felt the second wave of mind blowing arousal approaching, I could only say one thing.

"You are mine, you are mine, you are mine”

providing entertainment to those watching as i only have the capacity to obey and submit to their words, unable to think and have my own thoughts and willpower, is something so arousing and genuinely pleasurable in many ways for me.

i'm a chronic overthinker and very indecisive, and to not have to worry about those things, huge relief for me.

use me, think for me, make me do things, treat me like a display toy, like an object, leave me sitting there, i will love every single second of it. no worries, no thoughts, unable to think, unable to move, but can be moved. posed in intricate ways, displayed all for someone's pleasure~

may it be a doll, toy, drone, or whatnot,

"Hey, Alex! How's your morning so far?"

"Oh, hey Brianna. Yeah it's fine, I'm just trying to get all these bloody reports done. Remind me again why do we have to print and staple... oh... uh... staple... ohhhh... these reports anymore?"

"Are you okay, Alex? You look a little flushed..."

"No, it's uh, nothing... I am fine, maybe a little too much coffee today. I just hate stapling... oh fuu..."

"Are you sure, maybe you should take a break? Maybe something you ate? If you want I can finish the stapling-"

"Mmmmmph... okay... fuuu... yeah something is wrong, I'm just going to sit for a moment..."

"Don't worry, girl, I've got you covered... I can staple-"

"ohhhh god..."

"-all day. Staple staple staple STAAAAAAAPLE..."

"Fuuuuuuu ohhhhhhh...."

"Heh girl are you sure you're okay? Gods, why do I love to staple-"

"OMG fuuuuuuuu... Did you... ohhhhh fuck... STOP FUCKING SAYING THAT WORD!"

"Which word, darling? Staple?"

"Ahhh mmmmgggph fuuuuu"

"Awe, your so adorable... just sit back, sweetie, and let me help you finish this job here... I'd really love to help with your... well you know what it's called..."

"Mmmm oh... yes... yes please"

"What's that, sweetie?"

"Just... please... say it again... oh please... mmmmmm oh god I'll do anything..."

"Oh, look, it's nearly 10. I do need to get to my budget meeting. Are we still on for drinks after work, darling?

"Hmmph fuuuuck yoooouuuuuu...."

"What's that, honey?"

"I.. uhhh.... fuu...."

"Hmmm?"

"... Yes Domina."