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This is my Tenth Text Trance post!
This is a session log of a hypnosis session I had, in the format of a text trance post. If you don’t want to go under, please skip the induction. I hope you enjoy!
I’m a large, loud and loquacious librarian who loves to help people.
And sometimes the only way to help my subby boys is to take their mind, and slowly melt, mix, and meld it until he is thoroughly fucked up.
NOTE: In this blog, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one post may not be the Caleb in the previous post, or the next post either, but I will consistently be using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while being thoroughly mind melted.
Start of session: Hypnotic Language
I’ve worked with this Caleb quite a bit over the past several months, so when I asked what he wanted to do next, and he said “Mind Melting”, I was more than happy to agree.
“So, what do you know of Mind Melting?” I asked.
“Not much.” He was on camera and it's always fun watching him think. “I know you’ve mentioned it in the past, but I don’t really remember.”
“Its fucking someone up so thoroughly they are barely able to be coherent.”
“Yeah. That sounds fun. Let’s do that.”
“May I use that blue orb of yours?” I asked, referencing a contact juggling orb we’d used in a previous session.
He agreed, stacked some books up and set a glove on top of the stack to use as a stand to place the orb on so he could stare at it without straining his neck.
After a few more negotiations, then taking a moment to refill our respective waters, we began.
I slipped into my hypnotic voice. “Please close your eyes, and take three, slow, deep breaths in.” I watched his chest rise and fall three times.
“I’d like your mind to imagine that blue orb. Your mind has been in that blue orb before. Your mind knows how easy it is to sink into that blue, blue, blue, orb. In a moment, not yet, I’m going to ask you to open your eyes and stare into that blue orb.”
“When you open your eyes, and your eyes stare deep into that blue orb, your mind will once again, so easily be pulled, pulled, pulled deep into that blue orb. Please open your eyes, now.”
His eyes blinked open and found the orb on it’s stand, and stared into it.
“The more you stare into that orb, the more of your mind will slip into that orb. Slipping so easily into that orb.”
As I watched, his blue eyes started blinking more and more and I bit my lip for a moment, caught up in watching him, before mentally shaking myself and continuing.
“Maybe your mind hasn’t fully, entirely, completely slipped into that orb quite yet… That’s okay. Eventually your mind will be fully, entirely, completely slipped into that orb and when it is, those eyes of yours will be able to close.”
He continued to blink, slower now.
“I see those eyes of yours blinking, and barely open. I can see those eyes of yours slowly closing as more and more and more as that mind of yours falls, slips, is absorbed, into that blue, blue, blue orb.”
His eyes barely blinked before closing entirely, his head lolling slightly to the side.
“Placing my hand gently on your forehead and gently pushing your head against the back of your chair.” His head bobbed for a moment then fell back on the headrest, letting me take a moment to admire the strong line of his jaw and throat, a sight I thoroughly enjoy.
“That mind now filling that orb entirely. Yes. You are so good, and because you are so good, I’m going to say GB in a moment. When I do, I’d like you to focus on all the feelings and sensations those two words give you.” Pause. “Good Boy.”
His expression changed to the small, close lipped smile he normally gives me when I say “Good Boy.”
“Mmmmm. Focusing on all those feelings and sensations GB gives you because you know I’m able to connect all those feelings, all those sensations... to my snaps.”
I gave a single snap.
“Those GB feelings, and sensations attaching to my snaps, connecting to my snaps. My snaps giving you all those GB feelings, all those GB sensations.” I paused to let my words sink into his mind.
“In a moment, I’m going to snap, and you’ll be able to experience all those wonderful GB feelings.”
I paused for a moment, watching him, enjoying the moment, before snapping.
Sure enough, that same small smile came to his lips, telling me the connection was a success.
“Very good! I wonder when that mind, lost deep in that orb, will realize that that blue orb has been slowly dividing into sections. First it was two sections. Then four sections. Then sixteen. Thirty-two. Sixty-four. And continuing on and on and on, dividing again and again. Over and over.”
His eyes shifted beneath his eyelids as he processed this and I waited, taking the moment to take a sip of my water. When his eyes calmed, I continued.
“I bet your mind realized right then that it’s been divided, too. Divided into all these sections. I won’t tell you what is in which sections, because I don’t know. And that’s okay because we are going to discover what is in each section, together.”
“I’m going to give you back a few sections for a few moments, then let them flow back into the orb when I snap. When I snap, those sections flowing immediately out of your head and back into the orb, while your mind receives those lovely feelings, sensations of GB.”
Again his eyes moved behind his eyelids, and again I waited until they calmed.
“I’m going to bring you up, wide awake, and your mind will still be divided, deep in that orb. You will be able to sit up, and open your eyes. Everything else deep in that blue, blue, blue orb until I return sections of your mind back into your head.”
“Counting you back up, now. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”
He slowly shifted, and his eyes slowly blinked open. He sat up, and… didn’t do anything else, just sat there.
Usually after he comes up, he gives me a big smile and a laugh, and possibly a comment, but this time he simply sat there, slowly blinking. I doubt he was seeing much of anything other than the blue orb.
Normally my first sentence would have been “how are you feeling?” followed by “please drink some water for me” but I couldn’t ask either of those right now.
I was excited to see what would happen when I gave him back a few sections.
“Very good! Giving you back sections 38 through 41.” I picked two random numbers.
His eyes blinked, then his expression changed and he stood slightly to reposition himself back in his chair. He looked at the camera but stayed silent.
Now that he had sections back in his head, what would happen when I snapped? I wiggled eagerly in my seat before snapping. “And back into the orb.”
Watching his expression, except the small smile from my snap, fade away, as his eyes once again unfocused on the blue orb was exceedingly hot. I did my best to keep my own focus. That expression was quite distracting.
“Giving you back sections 89 through 95.” Another random set of numbers.
He shifted, tugged his shirt down, and glanced at the camera again. But not much else.
snap “And back into the orb.”
I gave him back, and snapped away several more sections, before I gave him back sections 1 through 6.
His face animated and he gave me his first non-GB smile since being awake. “Oh. That’s where talking is.”
“Oh! Hi! How are you feeling?” I could finally ask.
“Good! A bit weird but good.” He stretched his neck side to side.
“Good. Keep talking while I make a note that 1 through 6 is where talking is.”
“The rest of my mind is in there.” He pointed at the orb, sitting innocently on its stacked books and glove pedestal.
“It is. And now that I’ve written that down.” snap “Back into the orb.”
20 through 30 turned out to be the section that had his ability to drink water, his hand immediately moving to his glass and taking a long drink.
“Oh good. I was wondering if I’d have to specifically give you back the section with drinking water. I’m glad we found it.” I said this as I made a note under the first, this being another important group of sections.
Once he put the water back down I snapped again. “Back into the orb.”
I could not get enough of his expression as it went from animated to blank, except for that small GB induced smile.
With both talking and drinking water discovered, I started going a bit faster, pulling sections into his head and then almost immediately back out. He reported later that he found it fun going ‘oh, this is in this section’ before I’d pull it out again.
“Giving you back sections 56 through 81.” snap “Back into the orb. Giving you back sections 193 through 212.” snap “Back into the orb. Giving you back sections 133 through 166.” snap “Back into the orb.”
Now that his mind was used to going in and out of the orb, it was time to start the melting!
“Sooner or later as I give you sections back and then remove them again, over and over, eventually they will begin to mix, mingle, and melt together. The more that goes back and forth between the orb and your head, your head and the orb, the more will melt and melt and melt together.”
“Giving you back sections 270 through 298.” snap “Back into the orb.”
There were a few more give and take of sections, randomly choosing numbers, enjoying the transitions of his face as it went between slack to animated back to slack.
I paused in my fucking him up to give him back 1 through 6, curious how he was coming along so far.
“Oh. Hello.” He waved at the camera.
“Hello! How are you feeling?”
“A bit melted? Things are… my head is a bit floaty.”
“Good! Glad to hear it. Giving you back sections 20 through 30, as well.”
His eyes blinked, as the new sections flowed into his head, then his hand immediately reached out for his water and he drank, then put the glass back down.
“Are you enjoying all the snaps?”
“Yes, they are distracting my head as the sections are pulled out.”
“Wonderful to hear!” snap “Back into the orb.”
And that small smile forming as the rest of his face once again lost all animation.
“Giving you back only section 44.”
His face animated, but nothing else happened.
snap “And back into that orb.”
After a few more sections in and out I got an idea and I grinned to myself. Experiments are hot, and I know he likes them, too.
“I wonder what will happen if I only give you back the section, whichever section that may be, that finds hypnosis fun, exciting, etc.. Giving you back that section, the section that enjoys hypnosis… now.”
His face not only animated, it lit up in one of his brief but face altering smiles. His smile changes his entire face, which normally comes across as handsomely serious. Or is that seriously handsome? Ahem. Anyways. Onward.
I realized he couldn’t communicate with me and quickly amended that by giving him back sections 1 through 6.
“Oh. This is fun. I really like this. Hypnosis is cool.” He raised a hand and pressed it lightly to his forehead for a moment.
“Hypnosis is cool!” I agreed with him, pleased my experiment had been successful. “How do you feel?”
“Everything’s mostly a jumble.”
“But you can still speak coherently. Which means I’m not done yet. But first… giving you back the section that includes your silliness.”
He blinked as that section flowed into his head and then grinned, and laughed. “Everything is silly now.” He said, as he looked around his room.
“Everything? My voice? Melting? Hm. I bet even your hands are silly.”
He pulled his hands up to his face. “They are! There’s too many fingers. There’s ten of them!” He almost shouted the last sentence, as he wiggled his fingers.
I had to take a moment to laugh. “Are you sure there’s ten? Have you counted them?”
“Don’t ask me to do that! I don’t want to get to ten.” He shook his head emphatically.
“Okay, I won’t.” snap “Back into the orb.”
And his hands dropped into his lap as his face took on that expression I was starting to get semi-hooked on.
A few more sections were given and then taken away.
“Blending and blurring together. The more these sections go into and out of your head. Blending, blurring, blurring, blending together.”
I got another experimental idea, curious what would happen. “Giving you back only the section that includes serious.”
His face animated, then looked... confused. As I watched, his head turned to the side and his body stiffened, which I took as a warning sign and immediately snapped “Back into the orb”.
His entire body this time, not just his face, relaxed, and that smile appeared, which let me know he was still doing good.
Another few sections in and out.
“All those sections melting. Mixing. Melding. Together. And giving you back sections 20 through 30.”
“Serious didn’t like that.” He reached for his water and took a sip. “Oh. I guess this section has talking now.”
“I see that. I’m sorry about Serious.”
“It's okay. Oh, my head is really jumbled. I’d even say melted.”
“Good.” snap “Back into the orb.”
A few more sections, a bit more blurring and mixing. Then another, hopefully more successful experiment popped into my head.
“I don’t know if this actually exists in a section. I will confess I hope it does, but I don’t actually know. But I do know you like experiments. I’m hoping there’s part of you that enjoys showing off for me, and if so, giving you that section back... now.”
He blinked, gave the camera a smile, then immediately raised both arms up, bending them back until his hands were grasping the top of his chair, showing off his muscled biceps, a position he knows I quite enjoy, and have frozen him into in the past.
“Oh, that’s good.” I tried to keep my voice calm, and mostly succeeded.
He then took his arms down and placed his left arm over his chest, hand on his right shoulder, giving me a closer view of his bicep for a moment. Then switched arms, right hand on left shoulder.
I’m fairly certain I gave a happy sigh at this point and mostly stared silently, completely distracted as he showed off his arms for me.
A few more arm stretches, all of which I highly enjoyed, then he moved to fiddling and playing with his semi-long hair, under and over his headphones, another thing he knows I enjoy.
I managed to find my senses at this point and give him back 1 through 6, so we could talk.
“How are you feeling?” I kept my eyes on his hair as his hand stroked through it.
“Melted. Yes. Words. I’m feeling melted. Good. Fun.” His hands continued playing with his hair, never pausing for longer than it took to switch hands.
“Words, yes.” I knew I had given him the “show off” section but I was absolutely astounded that he kept going, kept sweeping his hair back and giving me another of those brief, face brightening smiles as we talked.
Well, as I talked and he attempted to talk, his hands and arms never stopped showing off for me.
Eventually, reluctantly, I snapped and sent everything back into the orb.
The meltiness was coming along nicely but I was sure he could be more melty.
“Giving you back the part of you that is so good at following directions.”
His face animated and he sat up straight, looked into the camera, obviously waiting for some directions.
“You know the rest of your mind is in that orb. Pick up the orb, please.”
He reached over and picked up the orb, and paused, waiting for more directions.
“Now, again, your entire mind except the section that is in your head right now is inside that orb. I wonder what will happen if you roll that orb between your hands. Let’s find out. Please roll that orb around your palms.
He glanced down at his hands, and rolled the orb back and forth. His face got an expression on it I couldn’t name and, curious, I gave him back 1 through 6.
“Wow.” Was the first word out of his mouth. “That’s.” He shook his head slightly in an ‘attempting to clear cobways’ way, rather than giving me no.
“Your entire mind is in that orb, and now you’re rolling it around, and around and around. If your mind was melting, mixing, and melding before, what must it be doing now.”
His words started getting less and less coherent as he rolled his mind around in his palms.
“So melted, mixed, melded.”
“Melted.” His mouth opened to say something else but nothing came out.
“Very good. Placing that nicely melted mind of yours back down, carefully.”
“Please place a single finger on that orb.”
He did so, pressing his forefinger against the blue orb.
“And letting everything flow back into your head, all melted, mixed, melded together, everything flowing back into your head. Flowing back in until that orb is entirely empty and your head is entirely full.”
His eyes closed as sections flowed into his head through his finger.
“When the very last of your mind has returned to your head, you can take your finger away from that orb. When that orb is entirely empty, and your head is entirely full, you can take your finger away from that orb.”
I waited, watching his face, until his finger pulled away from the orb and his hand slowly fell back down into his lap.
“I shouldn’t need to count up because you haven’t been under, but just in case. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”
He blinked and sat upright.
“Awake. Yes. Wow. Melted. Melted.”
He reached his glass and drank the rest of his water.
“Water gone.” He waved the empty glass at the camera.
“Yes. Water is gone but I don’t want you to walk right now.”
He shook his head. “That would be a very bad idea.” This sentence, more than anything he’d said before, sounded like he was drunk. Which I was very okay with.
“Mixy. Melted. Jumbled. You’re Sweet!”
“I am Sweet. Good! Who are you?”
There was a moment's hesitation, then, in the same “drunk” voice, he replied. “Don’t ask me that.”
I laughed. “I can tell you what you are?”
“Yes. Need that. Tell.”
He cocked his head, absorbing that, and then nodded. “I am Hot.”
“Yes, you are. And I am Sweet! Can you words?”
“Words. Hard. Jumbled. Melted.”
“I like your voice, all melted.”
“I know. I like it.”
“Okay.” Then, taking a sudden leap in another direction, he announced. “There are lots of ridges!”
It took me a moment to realize was talking about his brain. I did my best to laugh quietly before I could say “Yes, and that blue orb is smooth.”
“I was blue. And smooth. Now, ridges.”
To which I began to softly sing “I’m blue! Daba dee daba di. I’m blue.”
“I’m Blue. ATB.”
“No, Eiffel… Eiffel. One moment while I look it up.” I opened my search and typed it in.
“Eiffel. From Italy.” He said this in a matter-of-fact tone, different from his “drunk” one.
“Yes. Good.” snap “Back into the orb. All of your melted, mixed, melded mind back into the orb.”
His entire body sagged against his chair, that small smile coming back to his mostly slack face.
“Good. And now that everything is completely back into that orb. I’m going to carefully separate these sections again. Everything being gently pulled, tugged, shifted back into its original section. There can be a slight bit of melting, but mostly everything back in its original, separate section.”
“Giving you back the section that is so good at following directions.”
His body shifted, and he sat upright out of his sagged position.
“Once again, placing your finger back on that orb, and letting each individual section flow back into your head. Each section whole, separate, with a minimal amount of meltyness. Also, as your mind flows back into your head, canceling my snap trigger. My snaps are simply just snaps, once again.”
“When your entire mind has flowed out of this orb and into your head, you can take your finger away from the orb.”
I waited until he pulled his hand away from the orb.
“Again, you should be up but-
He smiled. “When you said fucked up, you really meant it. I am really fucked up.”
“Yes. Yes, you are. I would ask you to get water but I don’t want you walking yet.”
“Yeah, I don’t know if I trust my feet yet.”
“We can do aftercare until you’re okay to walk?”
“Yeah. We can do that.”
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