Ughhh oof really hard question... I've been tisting for so long now that I've done a lot of stuff

One session I still think about often because of how actually funny is was was when I suggested to someone that they'd just have a very hard time thinking straight and would just be very confused about everything

and watching them struggle with comprehending anything we talked to them about was so legitimately funny

(This was a public session btw which made it even better)

Nobody was really getting off to it at that point, it was all just legitimately funny to watch them just not being able to comprehend anything we told them

"Now watch," Mesmero says to a hushed crowd. He turns to you. "For starters, I forbid you to cum. You are physically unable to."

You are stunned at this boldness. What the fuck?

"Your nipples are getting kissed... now."

Out of nowhere, you gasp in tender shock! Holy shit, why were your tits feeling so good?! It's like they're being.. kissed?? But that doesn't make sense! There's no one in front of you! You breathe raggedly, trying to calm down, but damn, it feels good!

"Spanking your ass... now!"

A sharp pain strikes your left ass cheek, despite your sitting position. You shriek, desperate to regain composure, but your nipples are still being teased. Before your mind can recalibrate, yet another slap hits you.

"Tongue on your clit... now!"

Holy goddammt shit, what the fuck. Theres no one within feet of you, but somehow, your nipples are being sucked, your ass is getting smacked repeatedly, now actually magic tongue is hitting ALL the right spots. Fuck composure, you toss your head back, hand in your hair, hips bucking like mad. You can't stop. You're getting assaulted on all fronts like you're in an invisible gangbanging. Your other hand absent-mindedly reaches into your panties, and they're already completely drenched. You hear laughter and applause, but who the fuck cares???

"Go ahead." Says Mesmero.

Suddenly your hand shoots right down and amid all the other stimulation, you find your magic G-spot while that invisible tongue is still there. You feel every fiber of your being winding up for one hell of an orgasm, but you're finding there doesn't seem to be that delicious edge in sight. You stroke faster, but you only get hornier, and seemingly no closer to the edge.

"Anything you need to say?" Mesmero teases.

"GODDAMNIT I NEED TO CUM!! FUCK!! JUST LET ME CUM ALREADY!!" You scream.

(Snap.)

Waves like tsunamis rick your body into convulsions, but in the best way ever conceived. You gasp and howl interchangeably, riding the waves so clumsily, but enjoying every fucking second of it.

You collapse, exhausted.

"You were saying?"

"Mm?" You mumble, "oh yeah. Hypnosis is bullshit."

Lucy is always right!

Lucy is always right and right now, she wants you to get lost while staring at this edit i made~ 🌀 @ringmistresslucy

✦Note: This is a deconstruction of power dynamics and audience psychology in performance. Read it as a rhetorical analysis, not an endorsement.✦

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They call it entertainment to avoid saying control.

“Building trust.” “Ethical performance.” “Safety.”

Cute words. Reassuring words. They’re not wrong — they’re incomplete.

Stage hypnosis isn’t about trance. It’s about selection.

You don’t “read the room” to understand people. You read it to identify who is already leaning forward. Who wants to be chosen. Who is tired of deciding what to do with themselves.

The audience doesn’t follow confidence. They follow permission — permission to stop thinking, to stop managing their own behavior, to be carried for a while.

Humor isn’t there to entertain. It’s there to lower resistance. “Safety” isn’t protection. It’s reassurance for the part of the mind that needs a story while the rest steps aside.

They say hypnosis inspires. No. It relieves.

The volunteers don’t come on stage to be amazed. They come to be used correctly — visibly, publicly, efficiently.

And the audience thanks you for it. Because watching someone else surrender is far safer than doing it themselves.

Call it a show if you like. Call it ethical. Call it unforgettable entertainment.

I’ll call it what it is: a carefully staged transaction where attention is currency and authority is the only thing being sold.

And business, as always, is excellent.