#trigger phrase

Seems you enjoyed yesterday's number! I'm so glad you did - this is so much fun! Today's is a little more nuanced, so let's take a look.

This trigger does one of my favorite things: takes something you casually say almost every day and makes it hypnotic. With such triggers it's very important to establish limits and safeties, to know when it may be active and when it might not be. Regardless, it can be deeply fun.

The trigger is this: whenever you say the words "I think" in passing, like you typically would when expressing an opinion, your thoughts begin to dissolve and fade, a pleasant fog moving in to take their place. The more you try to recover those thoughts, the more that fog grows and confuses.

Of course, when you're first given this trigger, you'll likely be able to avoid it as you are now conscious of what happens if you say it unawares. That's what I did, because I get cocky and think I'm smarter than that. And sure, the first time around it's easy enough to avoid using that phrase, or at least to catch yourself before you use it.

But then a day passes. Maybe two. And offhandedly you say it in normal conversation. Suddenly there's this pause in your mind. This brief blip of blankness that catches you for a moment before slipping away with a chuckle. A reminder.

This is so much fun because of how you can be caught by it. We say "I think" all the time in everyday conversation that it's nigh impossible to go through the day without saying it. Traps laid everywhere, in plain sight, your thoughts ripe for the taking.

Even better worse if you're in a session after some time has passed and those words flow from your lips, and before you have time to realize your mistake...what mistake? What were you just talking about? I thought-...wait...

And your tist looks at you, smiling, and says "No. You don't. Not anymore."

And you can't help but smile right back. Because of course you don't.

This is perfect for enjoyers of covert and conversational hypnosis, and I'm excited to see what you think 😉

I hadn't even taken off my shoes from walking into my apartment when I heard my roommate calling me from his bedroom.

“Hey Joey, come in here!”

Jesus. I just got in from work and already I have to deal with Ben again. Sometimes you just want a minute to yourself to relax, right? And it felt lately like I never had a quiet second alone- Ben had always acted like he owned the entire place since day one, and it had only gotten worse since he'd started working remotely. It seems like he only leaves to go to the gym or to go get drunk with one of his ex-frat bro friends.

I sighed and set my bag down.

“What is it, Ben?”

“You won't believe who I ran into today at the gym,” he called, as I slumped up the hallway to his room.

Another empty-headed jock? I wanted to say. How can you even tell them apart?

“Who's that?” I asked, feigning interest.

“Michael,” said Ben. “Your ex.”

I stopped. Great. When assholes collide. I turned into Ben's room. He sat on his bed shirtless, leaning against his headboard, his meaty legs barely contained by a pair of blue gym shorts.

“We talked about you,” Ben continued. “I told him you'd been a pain in the ass lately.”

“Hey, fuck you!” I snapped, my anger rising.

“Michael said you can get that way,” Ben said calmly, seeming not to notice or care. “He said he had a little solution for when you got too uptight.”

Oh fuck. I thought. He wouldn't fucking dare.

“Don't you even fucki-”

“Sleepy Boy.”

The shout died in my throat. It felt like a battering ram had just hit my chest.

“Well, I'll be fucked,” said Ben, grinning.

“Don't... you...” I mumbled. “Fuck you, you....”

“Sleepy Boy,” said Ben again, assertive.

My hands fell to my side.

“Sleepy boy.”

My jaw hung loose. Unwanted relaxation flooded my body. I was... I was angry? Right? Wasn't I? About... something...

“Sleepy boy.”

Mmmm, that warm feeling, flooding my shoulders, suddenly no longer tight. I was almost swaying on my feet. So relaxed, so... calm.

“Like I was saying,” Ben continued. “You've been a real upright prick lately. Annoying as fuck when you get home.”

Hmm? Had I been? Huh.

“But now you're not,” he smiled. “Because you're my dumb little Sleepy Boy.”

Mmmm, yeah. That sounded nice.

“No stress. No nagging your roommate. Just happy and dumb, knowing that I'm in charge here, right, Sleepy Boy?”

“You're... in charge....” I mumbled.

“In fact, whenever you come home, your brain just empties right out, doesn't it, Sleepy Boy?”

Yeah. Just empty. That's why it was so relaxing to come home. I didn't have to worry about anything here.

“Whenever you see me, you get happy, and relaxed, because you never have to think anymore.”

So happy to see Ben. Because he's in charge. So nice that he can think for me.

“And when I'm shirtless, Sleepy Boy, you get excited. Because you like to see me shirtless, don't you?”

My heart leapt in my chest as I looked at Ben's hairy pecs. They were... so nice to look at. So meaty, and... I wished I could just stare at them forever.

“Mmmm....” I managed.

“Because you're whoever I want you be when you're home, right Sleepy Boy?”

Every time he said those magic words.... it just felt so... right, so, relaxing. My brain feeling like it was being continuously dunked in a warm bath.

“Like, if I want you to be my little Pit Pig, you'll want to smell my pits, won't you, Sleepy Boy?”

He raised his arm.

Fuck, I did. I really did.

“Because you know if you smell me, you'll get even happier and dumber, and more relaxed, won't you?”

I would. Oh god, if I could just bury my nose in there.

I must have been almost drooling.

“Awww,” cooed Ben. “You're my dumb little pit bitch, aren't you? My empty-headed, little scent whore.”

I was.

“You need my smell, don't you, Sleepy Boy?”

It hit like fire in my chest. God, yes, I needed it. I needed his hot, musky smell deep in my lungs.

“It makes you so dumb, and so horny, doesn't it, boy?”

My boner twitched in my pants.

“Yes....” I whispered.

Ben gave a cocky half-grin, staring at me.

“Well come get it, Sleepy Boy.”

I practically jumped toward his upraised arm, burying my face in his pit.

Fuck.

As I inhaled, I could feel my whole mind crumble. His manly scent, I just needed-

I inhaled again.

It just washed over everything, no other thoughts, just that-

Ben. Smell.

“Good boy,” Ben said, and I could faintly feel his hand on the back of my head, pulling me in further.

Ben. Inhale. His. Him. Ben, in charge. So happy.

“Good Sleepy Boy.”

So dumb, so empty. Breathe. Fuck, his dumb little pit boy. Breathe, more.

Some part of my brain barely registered Ben as he continued to say... something.

How I wasn't his roommate anymore, just his stupid little pit whore. How grateful I was to live with him, to be owned by him.

Breathe. Him. His. So lucky.

How I couldn't hold a thought in my head the second I saw him shirtless. How much I needed his smell, how submissive it made me feel.

Breathe. Full, empty, need.

How horny I'd be when he smiled. How even eye contact would bring me to my knees.

Breathe, so... happy, so...

“Now give me a smile, Sleepy Boy,”

I grinned, stupidly. I was fully collapsed on his massive frame.

There's was only Ben. His smell. His chest. Breathe.

“That's the way things are going to be now, Sleepy Boy. Say goodbye to any other thoughts.”

Goodbye.

“Good Sleepy Boy. My dumb little Sleepy Boy.”

Breathe. Yes. Again. His. His. Dumb. His.

Breathe, proof of him, his. Yes.

Dumb. Full. Empty.

Breathe.

Sleepy.

Breathe.

Yeah, that was totally Charli that reblogged that so this ask is for her.

Your latest reblogs (at the time of writing this) have me curious.

What the heck are your triggers?

It would be irresponsible to post your actual triggers here, so please refrain from actual phrases, I know you're not dumb enough to give out your real triggers...you're not that dumb are you?

You're not silly enough or horny enough or desperate enough to tell us your real triggers...to give out something that has such a strong affect on you to a bunch of strangers...to give them yet more ways to fuck with you...

You have to admit, it would be hot though right?

Making yourself vulnerable like that, strangers knowing your triggers, being able to use them whenever.

I think sharing them would definitely increase the likelyhood of a work person knowing them, I'm sure theres work people who follow you.

You've posted more than enough on here to identify you if they know what they're looking for.

Your field of work, some physical descriptions, personality descriptions. I bet I could pick you out by the way you talk, or maybe the way you don't talk...the things you don't say...

Maybe I already have? Maybe I know you, maybe we've met. Am I just teasing? Or have I actually met you? Do I know your name?

Yeah, I bet theres at least one person that knows you IRL at work who follows this blog.

Anyway, enough teasing. Question time.

How do your triggers actually work?

That's always the interesting part for me. The mechanics behind triggers, the requirements other than words that are needed for them to work propperly.

Clothing, feelings, context, proximity to certain people, they all play a super important part when I work on a new trigger with someone, like, setting one up is always a negotiation, what safety protocols do you as the sub need in place to feel safe with this trigger.

Like, context for me is everything. The difference between me saying a word or phrase in a safe environment, to a colleague saying it at work should be part of the efficacy of said trigger. Does context have any part in your triggers or is it literally say word, activate program regardless of where you are and who you're with?

That seems fun, but dangerous.

Maybe you like the danger though. Maybe that gets your cunt wet.

okay JESUS. Fuck you and the giant cock you rode in on, that was a read. I promise you my under 400 follower having ass ain't getting identified irl just yet but hey, maybe one day. Good God... 💦

Anyway as for the actual question. I do like the danger. It does get my cunt wet. Literally, one of my triggers is super fuckin simple and is designed to just get my cunt wet and make me feel submissive. it's literally one word. No I will not say it but by all means try to figure it out!

The programs are different though, they're all activated by very specific phrases that it's super unlikely would ever be said out of context. Granted they're all relevant to the program in question, but like... nobody's gonna ACCIDENTALLY drop me into piggy program, yknow? The setup does require context, you seem experienced so you likely know hypnosis requires willingness, it doesn't work if you don't want it to, and that applies for me pretty much any time. The fantasy of hypnosis giving this full control over someone's brain is just fantasy, if someone says my trigger phrase for kitten and I don't want to be kitten, I'm not gonna fuckin be kitten.

caveat to that is, I'm extremely submissive. I almost always want the triggers to work. If I hear it, even out of sexual context, I might drop. Just out of reflex, or instinct. And I'm okay with that.

The Frozen Fighter

Typically another part or person must say the code to trigger a part. Repeating a phrase indicates the part was/is triggered into the action. What they are saying could be the response to the triggered phrase.

I'm not your good girl.

I'm not your girl.

I'm not a girl.

“Look at my face.”

How you say it: Look at my face