Non-Stop Hypnotic Cabaret

their hands on my skin, voice in my ear with soft praises every now and then to keep me slightly distracted. not enough for me to beg for more, but just enough to keep me on the edge.

but then comes the best part. commercial breaks. 

i'd try to fight it, whining that i don't want them to move because it'll make me needy. they'd tell me to keep talking, to keep listing out reasons why they should listen to me. i'd mumble something in vain, feeling their first and slow pull out that makes my voice trip over itself. they wouldn't let me revel in the feeling for long, though. they'd tell me to keep going and that's when i know the moment i stop, so would they.

It's a running joke that I'm terrible at self-promotion, and it's also true. It's been a long few weeks and my mind's been elsewhere, and I failed to tell y'all about a file I did for a super fun project with my friends in The Hypno Collective: Pendulums Out!

It's worth noting: if you come to me for SFW files, the project itself is very much not SFW, but my piece of it is! That said, it's in character as a deceptive reporter brainwashing you to not believe I played a role in the underlying mystery, so it goes... a bit harder than my files normally do. Like, quite a bit! It's a pretty direct brainwashing/amnesia/gaslighting situation.

That all said, the project is cool as hell, with huge credit to @mistresscalia for riding herd on all of us to get the files done and the incomparable Yall (who you can find at yallhypno.com) for making it all look and work so well. If you enjoy my file, let me know! It was a stretch for me thematically, but... I kinda like it?

"w-wait…." Toni mumbled, her voice slurred and sleepy as she struggled to stir her feeble mind into even a single coherent thought. "s-something's not… not, um…." She trailed off into silence when her client slowly, sensuously traced her tongue along the curve of Toni's surprisingly sensitive ear, the unexpected sensation popping whatever notion Toni was trying to form before she could come to a conclusion. She felt the other woman's slick, oiled-up body rubbing against hers, and that stirred an undefinable sense of wrongness again but Toni was too comfortable lying face-down on the massage table to really follow it. She couldn't even open her eyes right now, much less work out what had happened.

It did eventually occur to her just how rarely she was in this position--usually it was women like Miss Gandy who lay there, limp and insensate on the padded table, and Toni was the one who remained awake and aware and in control of the situation. She vaguely remembered the other woman saying something to her about that, about how common it must be to watch her clients slowly descend into a deep trance as the sensation of warm, strong fingers against their skin relaxed every bit of tension out of their feet, their calves, their thighs…. Miss Gandy had described it in such vivid detail that Toni could have sworn she was actually feeling each caress, and all while lying on her back with her legs parted in a way Toni couldn't help thinking of as slightly lewd.

But Toni's memory got a little bit foggy after that, and she once again tried to stir her sluggish brain into some kind of comprehension as she muttered, "…did i, um… why did i….?" before her mind simply collapsed into confusion leaving the question unframed. She knew she was lying on her own massage table, she knew her body was coated in massage oil and Miss Gandy was on top of her rubbing it into her own slick flesh, but the details were muddled and jumbled. She couldn't quite remember whether the waves of lethargy crumbled her will into obedient indolence before or after she took her clothes off, or when exactly she slipped and stumbled in her efforts to remain standing and her client suggested a few moments of rest. Just to clear her head, although obviously that hadn't gone well.

Toni couldn't understand why she was having so many problems thinking right now, but she assumed it was because she was a weak-willed, horny slut who just needed her pussy played with. She didn't know why that single and particular notion stayed fixed in her head like the North Star while so many of her other thoughts crumbled into oblivion, either, but Miss Gandy kept murmuring softly in her ears and it just tangled up her mind faster than she could sort herself out and make sense of what was happening to her. That was probably because she was a dumb slut too, and Toni's legs spread wider and wider in anticipation of the caress that she knew she craved far too badly to ever resist. Being touched by Miss Gandy would absolutely wreck her for any other pleasure, Toni realized, fully crystalizing her new identity as a fucktoy… and with a tiny start, she discovered that she couldn't imagine wanting anything more.

It doesn’t start with ropes or cuffs. It starts with a look—a glance held just a second too long. A voice that doesn’t ask, but tells, soft and sure. A heartbeat that quickens not from fear, but anticipation.

BDSM is the slow burn of control exchanged in whispers. It’s not about violence or cruelty—it’s about permission. Desire made deliberate. It's a language of dominance and submission, spoken in touches, gestures, and the charged silence between them.

Bondage isn’t about restraint. It’s about freedom—freedom from the need to decide, to lead, to pretend. Discipline isn’t punishment—it’s focus, structure, a ritual that heightens everything. And power? It isn’t taken. It’s offered… and oh, how intoxicating it is to hold it in your hands, or to kneel and give it away.

The Dominant doesn’t just command—they study. Every sigh, shake and shiver. Every inch of you waiting to be read like a secret. The submissive isn’t weak—they are willing, strong enough to surrender, brave enough to say, "take me there… further… deeper" .

In this world, trust is the true aphrodisiac. And control—when given, not taken—is the most seductive touch of all. Master this and your submissive will be breathless before you know it.

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"Why don't you tell her all about it, Frankie?" Doctor Weston asked, and even though it was difficult to tear her attention away from the slick, dripping cunt in front of her Francine at least managed to take in enough of her doctor's words to obey the instruction. Her lips parted, and even though Francine's jaw momentarily went slack and her tongue briefly lolled out in an unthinking attempt to please the pussy of the squirming, glassy-eyed blonde she was kneeling for she nonetheless managed to babble out a stream-of-consciousness ramble about her favorite topic and her most cherished belief while Doctor Weston groped and fondled the receptionist sitting naked next to her.

"It feels so good to be hypnotized, Cherie," Francine heard herself gabble, her voice slurred and sleepy and unable to filter out even a single thought from her rambling flow of speech. "It makes me so wet to be weak and horny, it turns me on so much to be a slutty helpless pussy pleaser. I told Doctor Weston all about it, all about how much it makes my cunt throb and ache and drool to be a pushover for hypnosis and--and how to do it to other girls, and she's been… nnnnh… she's been practicing on me. Putting me into trance again and again, telling me to fight it and then figuring out how to hypnotize me anyway. Just like…." Francine swallowed hard, not out of any swell of emotion but because her mouth was watering so much it was difficult to speak. "Just like she did with you."

Cherie let out a tiny whimper at Francine's words, but the kneeling woman didn't know whether it was a last gasp of impotent resistance leaving her body or a mewl of desperate anticipation for her final fall into obedience. Either seemed just as likely--Doctor Weston had dropped them both at the same time, using her demonstration of Francine's susceptibility to hypnosis to ensnare Cherie's unsuspecting mind, and by this point the blonde receptionist was so wet and needy that the promise of getting her pussy licked was like an anchor on her mind. Try as she might to fight it, she couldn't ignore Francine's lips just inches away from her cunt, and the desire to be eaten out was gradually eroding her willpower until it was finally ready to vanish altogether.

And Francine had no willpower right now, waiting only for permission to seal her mouth against Cherie's cunt and drive her to new heights of pleasure. "You're going to love it so much when you give up and let me eat your pussy, Cherie, I'm so good at it and you'll be so happy Doctor Weston broke your brain and made you a pushover like me. I'm gonna suck on your clit until you can't think of anything else, and Doctor Weston's going to tell you how to be a good girl while you cum, and you're just… f-fuck, you're going to be so good against my tongue…." Francine probably wouldn't have been this enthusiastic to help Cherie see the virtues of mindless obedience if she was awake. But if she was awake, she would already have forgotten all of this.

Cherie finally gasped out, "yes, please, I don't want to think anymore," and by then she was such a mess that Francine's chin was immediately smeared with the musk of her arousal when she leaned in to lick. She felt Cherie's fingers knotting themselves in her hair, pulling her close and holding her face directly against the blonde's labia, and when Doctor Weston began to speak to them both Francine found that she was too busy licking to think about what she was hearing. But she knew she was being a good girl, and that was all that mattered.

Give them a handful of hot stories.

Make them edge (at least) once for each.

After, they report back which they'd most want you to do to them.

That you feel safe, that you feel good, that you feel REALLY good but are too embarrassed to say it straight

And then there’s the entire world of fake safe words to say when you don’t want them to stop, want to enhance the scene or add fuel to the fire, (or again, are too embarrassed to say it feels good)

And the way doms can utilize this aspect to make fun of you or further push you by pointing out that “you aren’t actually using our safe word”