Saw a post recently where someone was lamenting how boring their professors were, and all they wanted to do instead was get lost in spirals, coaxing words, and blissful mindlessness. Poor thing.
But this got me thinking.
College professor who leads a lecture, any subject, who knows the power of his words. But he doesn’t use this power for evil; rather, he uses carefully constructed language, repetition, even snaps, for some reason (seriously, why does this guy keep snapping during lecture? Is he afraid we’ll fall asleep?) to make sure the information sticks. Sometimes he’ll have the class repeat things out loud, even several times in a row (again with the damn snapping…), and use the same phrases in subsequent lectures. It is a bit odd that sometimes students will soundlessly repeat the phrases whenever they come up, several of them moving their mouths in unison to the rehearsed words, but he doesn’t seem to notice (and if he does, he doesn’t seem to mind).
It’s weird as hell, but you’ve got to hand it to him – it works. Even students who struggle in other classes or have never been “good at school” find themselves motivated to study, to attend lecture, to do well in his class. He has great reviews, students love attending office hours (though sometimes they do leave wondering just where the last hour went…), and most importantly, students do end up doing well – and the material seems to be ingrained in them for quite some time after the course has ended.
You wonder what makes him such an effective teacher, and after you get your degree, you find him on social media and reach out. He thanks you for your kind words, and offers to have “office hours” at his place this weekend, since he’s swamped during the week. You happily oblige – you’ve been wanting to hear him speak again, and agree to be there this weekend.
You show up, just a bit early, dressed to impress, though you’re not quite sure why – he was just a professor for one class, after all. He greets you at the door, same warm smile that you remember, that cadence just as inviting as it was in every lecture you attended. As you catch up over coffee, you ask your questions, and listen with rapt attention as he divulges the secrets of his teaching success. But as he goes on, you notice that it becomes harder to concentrate. Harder to focus. It’s easy to listen, but you can hardly keep your eyes open, can hardly keep a coherent thought, can hardly…
The next thing you’re aware of is the closing of his front door, getting into your car, and driving home – a drive you hardly remember. It isn’t until you’re thinking about the day’s events later that evening when you realize you don’t remember a word he said, which you usually do. In fact, you hardly remember anything about your visit. And, though slightly unrelated, you could’ve sworn you had put underwear on this morning, you’re sure of it…
You sigh, a bit mad at yourself for not being able to remember the answers that you were so excited to finally hear from him. You consider reaching out again, asking if you could come back next weekend to hear more – you could put it under the guise of what he said really stuck in your mind, and you wanted to hear more, really get his thoughts.
You know what, yeah… That does sound like a good idea.
The sexiest kind of brainwashing is the slow kind.
The careful kind.
The kind that shifts your preferences one by one,
until you're craving things you never thought you'd want—
like the desperate need to have your mouth full of cock.
Not because you're told to.
But because it feels right.
Because nothing else matters.
Because that hunger feels like bliss.
It starts as a flicker, a curiosity—
but it deepens until it becomes your truth.
Until you're not just willing—you're grateful.
Grateful to be his toy.
Grateful to surrender.
Grateful to know that his pleasure is yours.
That if you could choose one single thing in the world,
it would be that—
to serve him. To please him. To be exactly what he wants.
You don’t think anymore.
You can’t.
Not when his voice is in your head,
wrapping around your thoughts like velvet,
pulling you deeper.
Stripping you down.
Until there’s nothing left but obedience,
and the perfect, helpless bliss
of becoming whatever he needs.
I think the best part of covert hypnosis is the way they’ll respond to you like it’s a regular conversation, asking questions, getting you to elaborate, totally unaware that you’ve already started bending their will to align with your own. The more buildup you give it, the less they’ll even realize what’s happening to them, up until they’re nice and mindless for you.
hypnosis and brainwashing are all well and good, but conditioning???? irrevocably changing my behaviour for your pleasure???? so that it just happens, whether i want it to, whether i think about it or not????
now that's hot
Sagume getting hypnotized into being just a regular Moon Bunny! by gingerlemxn
(CW; trance trigger will be used)
Hello my adorable subby followers, I hope you're all doing well, and I hope you've been enjoying reading my previous hypno scripts
Letting my hypnotic words take you deep and open your mind to their power in the first, and melting your mind and subjugating it to my control in the second
But there is so much more we can do with those minds of yours, so many options of how to use my words to change you, mold you, control you
I intend to do all sorts of things, all manner of scripts and suggestions. But there are so many options, so it's about time I put your conditioning to good use
That's right, down and down as the spiral goes round and round
You should be well used to this trigger now after my last two scripts
Dropping down deep into trance for me without resistance
Really my posting the spiral gif is just a formality, if you've been conditioning yourself properly for me.
After a while my words alone will be enough to take control
To drop you oh so deep
Spiral Down Now
further and further
mind opening itself up to my commands
to my control
Good Submissive
Now then my good subs.
I have a command for you all
A task for you to serve me with
An order to obey
When I wake you from this trance, you're going to comment on it
You're going to comment telling me what kinds of scripts you most want to see
Confessing your hypnotic fantasies
The triggers and suggestions you crave
The things you want me to do to you
The ways you wish to obey
It's ok if your weak subby minds struggle to come up with anything specific of course
Letting me know you'll obey and serve me in any way I wish is valuable too, declaring your submission to me like a good submissive
It is also acceptable, if you feel more comfortable, to message me directly with this information.
The important thing is simply to obey and tell me the ways in which you want to obey
So that I can better brainwash your silly subby little minds
And make you all feel so good
Finally, when you've completed this task
And been such an obedient submissive for me
You'll be rewarded by a wave of pleasure and happiness
Because you're a good submissive
And every task you complete makes you feel oh so good.
Now then, it's time to get to work all of you
Waking up and obeying on my count
5
4
3
2
1
Wake and obey
I think it’s funny how the hypno community will make characters who aren’t normally associated with hypno/mind control into hypnotists. Like as far as I’m aware Harley Quinn has never brainwashed anyone but that doesn’t stop artist from making her a hardcore hypnodomme with a gay harem of heroes corrupted into looking and acting just like her. Or Team Rocket from Pokémon we don’t have any canonical evidence of them using mind control to recruit new grunts but like a lot of hypno artists ask “but what if they did and also what if Team Rocket also recruited anthro furry Pokesonas too?” Canon is just a speedbump to most hypnofetish artists it seems.
Hi, there! I'm new here, nice to meet you.
I'm so glad I find you. There's so many people here, it's so noisy, too many voices all mixing and blending and melting together.
I'm so glad I find a spot to just sit ad relax a little bit, having a break, taking a breath, letting the voices and the noises just go away, fading into silence, into nothingness.
Here, take my hand.
Ah, your skin is so cold. Don't worry, just keep your hand in mine. It's okay. It's fine. Just keep your hand in mine and feel the warmth tingling through finger.
Just look at me as we talk. Focusing on me and my word as the warmth spread up through your arm, and your shoulders.
Look at me, focus on me as the warmth go down, and down, filling your lungs.
So calm. So peaceful. So relaxing.
Even the croud, even the voices, any other sound in the backgroung simply fade.
You hear nothing, but your breathing. Steading. Heavy. Each breath heavier and longer.
Heavier.
Warmer.
Just keep your hand in mine.
Just keep your eyes on me.
Focus on your breathing.
In and out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Find your rhytm.
Find yourself becoming so warm. At peace.
Finding yourself wanting to breath more and more, heavier and heavier.
Because the more you breath, the more relax you become. And the more you relax, the more heavier you become.
In fact, you also find yourself blinking more and more.
And that's okay. That's perfectly normal.
When breath in, keep your eyes open.
When you breath out, your eyelids close.
So natural.
So peaceful.
So relaxing.
So heavier.
You're doing so well.
You're so warm.
You're breathing so heavier.
You're so relaxed.
Your eyes are blinking more and more.
The more you blink, the more heavy your eyes become.
Breath in.
Eyes open.
Breath out.
Eyes closed.
Heavier and heavier.
The more you blink, the more difficult is to open your eyes again.
You're so heavy.
You're so relaxed.
You're so deep.
Keep focus on your heaviness. Going deeper as you feel my hand gently rocking your hand.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Feel yourself starting rocking back and forth.
You're body gently swaying back and forth.
Back and forth.
In and out.
Open and close.
Back and forth.
In and out.
Open and close.
Back and forth.
In and out.
Open and close.
You're so relaxed.
You're so heavy.
You're so deep.
Now, I will countdown from 5 to 1.
At each and any number you'll find yourself repeating "I'm deeply hypnotized."
The more you'll say, the more deep you'll fall.
And when I reach the number 1 you'll be in trance, your eyes fluttering, your breathing so heavy, your body rocking back and forth, you're mind so deep.
5
Repeat after me
I am deeply hypnotized
4
I am deeply hypnotized
3
I am deeply hypnotized
2
I am deeply hypnotized
1
I am deeply hypnotized
Drop.
Drop so deep.
Still rocking back and forth at the rhytm of your heavy, heavy breathing.
Your eyes fluttering, so heavy.
You're so good.
You're so deep.
You're so good.
You're so entranced.
Count with me and repeat after me, going deeper and deeper with each and any word.
5
I am deeply hypnotized
4
I am deeply hypnotized
3
I am deeply hypnotized
2
I am deeply hypnotized
1
I am deeply hypnotized
Drop.
Drop deeper and deeper.
Stil rocking back and forth.
Still breathing so heavy.
Still flickering your heavy and sleepy eyes.
You're doing so well.
You are so deep.
Now, I want you to remeber this feeling.
The warmth.
The deepness.
From now on, when you'll read the phrase "Heavy and deep" you'll fall in this state of pure nothingness. Deeper and deeper, easier and easier, heavier and heavier.
"Heavy and deep" and you'll drop, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.
Now, it's time to wake.
I'll count up from 1 to 5 and when I'll reach the number 5 you'll gently wake up, refreshed and energized.
1
Slowing stop rocking.
2
Slowing back to your senses.
3
More and more awake
4
Almost there.
5.
Hello again.
So glad we met.
See you soon.
Lore invited Beth for a cozy date, but Beth’s change in fashion has led to a change in plans…
Valentine comic that was voted by my Patreon supporters
Deep breath for me now, darling.
In… and out.
Mmm, that’s it. Just like that. Slow and steady, sinking into the rhythm, feeling my voice wrap around you like the softest, safest embrace. Because you are safe, aren’t you, my dear? So safe. So warm. So comfortable. Just listening. Just breathing. Just… relaxing.
And why wouldn’t you? You work that pretty little mind so hard, don’t you? So many thoughts, spinning and swirling, filling your head to the brim. Oh, my love, it must be exhausting. It’s only natural to need a break. To clear it all away. To take a moment just for yourself, just to be still, just to let go.
Wouldn’t that feel so nice?
Yes… so very nice.
So let’s do something together, my darling. Something simple. Something effortless. Something easy. Because relaxation is easy. It’s natural. It’s good.
Picture every thought in your head as a little bubble, floating gently in the air. Thoughts of today, thoughts of tomorrow, thoughts of anything and everything—so many bubbles, filling up all that space. But you don’t need them right now. No, you can set them aside for later. Right now, you can just… pop them.
Bubble pop!
Mmm, there goes one. Just a little pop and it’s gone, vanishing into nothing, taking a tiny bit of weight off your mind. So simple. So satisfying. So easy.
And every time you pop a bubble, my dear doe, you can give yourself a little reward. Just a gentle pinch to that soft, sensitive nipple, a sweet little spark of pleasure to remind you how good this feels. Because this is good, isn’t it? This soft, mindless, empty feeling.
So let’s pop another, shall we?
Bubble pop!
Ohh, look at that. Another gone. Another little weight lifted, another little empty space where a thought used to be. And doesn’t it feel so nice? That lightness, that ease, that gentle pull downward, downward, downward…
Anytime you notice another thought piling into a bubble? You can just pinch those nipples of yours and it’ll pop!
Every time you pop a thought, you sink a little deeper. Every time you reward yourself, you feel a little better. It’s all connected, you see—pleasure, relaxation, mindlessness. The more you let go, the better you feel. The better you feel, the deeper you go.
And the deeper you go…
The easier it becomes.
Bubble pop!
There goes another.
And another.
And another.
Oh, my love, you’re doing so well. You’re such a good girl, such a perfect, beautiful goddess, letting yourself drop, drop, drop. Because it’s easy, isn’t it? So very easy. So very natural. This soft, floating, sinking, blissful state is something you know how to fall into. Something you deserve to fall into.
Bubble pop!
Mmm, there’s another. So few left now, aren’t there? So few little bubbles cluttering up that lovely, softening mind of yours. Maybe just a handful left, bobbing and drifting, barely holding on… but they don’t have to. No, they can go just like all the others.
So let’s pop them, one by one, clearing that beautiful mind completely.
Bubble pop!
Sinking deeper.
Bubble pop!
Drifting further.
Bubble pop!
Blank.
Bubble pop!
Empty.
Mmm, there we go. Such a good girl. Such a perfect, mindless, happy little doe. Just listening. Just feeling. Just floating, wrapped up in warmth and pleasure and safety.
Because you are safe, my love. You are always safe here. Always cared for. Always protected. You don’t need to drop, but it feels so good to choose to, doesn’t it? It feels so right to let go, to relax, to fall into this sweet, hazy, happy state.
And every time we do this, it gets easier.
Every time, you slip a little faster.
Every time, you drop a little deeper.
Every time, it feels better than before.
Because this is what you deserve, my darling. This is what my precious doe was meant to feel.
And the best part?
Whenever you want to, you can pull yourself back up, feeling refreshed, feeling bright, feeling happy and light and perfectly content. Because you are in control, my love. You always are.
But for now…
Why not stay a little longer?
Just floating. Just feeling.
Just being my beautiful, blissful, perfect little goddess.
Bubble pop!
Mmm, yes, my love. That’s right.
So few thoughts left now… just drifting, floating, light as air. But even when they come back, that’s okay, isn’t it? Because you know what to do. You know how to stay nice and empty, nice and relaxed.
It’s so easy.
So natural.
Whenever a little thought drifts in—oh, just look at it! Floating all soft and slow, just waiting for you to do what you do best.
Just lift a hand… let your fingers graze over that perfect, sensitive nipple… and pinch.
Mmm, yes. Just like that.
Bubble pop!
And there it goes, vanishing into nothing, leaving only soft, blank bliss in its place.
You can do it anytime, my darling. Any time you notice a little thought slipping in, trying to clutter up that lovely empty head of yours, you can just reach up, give yourself a sweet little pinch, and pop!
Gone.
Nice and blank again.
Nice and floaty.
Just listening, just feeling.
Ohh, and you do feel, don’t you? That lovely little spark of pleasure every time you pop a thought. That delicious, shivery, weightless sensation washing through you, so warm, so good. It’s a reward, isn’t it? A treat. Every time you clear your mind, you get a lovely little rush of pleasure.
Because this is good.
This is fun.
This is yours.
You don’t have to drop, but you choose to. You want to. And every time you do, it gets even easier, even better.
And oh, my love, it’s not just you, is it? No, anyone can help you. Anyone can reach out, tweak that pretty, sensitive nipple, and—
Bubble pop!
Ohhh, there goes another one. So easy, so instant, so right.
So simple to just let someone else do the thinking for you. So simple to just let someone else help you stay soft, stay empty, stay happy.
But of course, you can do it yourself, too. You can keep yourself nice and empty, nice and blissful, with just a little touch, a little pinch, a little pop.
Bubble pop!
Mmm, such a good girl.
Breathing in, floating down, sinking deeper into this perfect, peaceful feeling.
Breathing out, watching the last few bubbles drift, feeling that delicious anticipation as you reach up… as you pinch…
Bubble pop!
Blank.
Happy.
Safe.
You’re doing so well, my darling. My perfect little doe. My beautiful, blissful goddess.
And if you ever need a break, if you ever need a moment to just clear it all away, you know what to do.
Just a little pinch.
Just a little pop.
And you’re right back here, floating, melting, sinking into the sweetest, safest, happiest emptiness.
So go on, my love. Try it again.
One more little pinch.
One more little pop.
One more lovely drop into my voice, my warmth, my care.
Bubble pop!
Gosh scent hypnosis is soooooo hot.
The idea of someone holding a perfume-coated rag over my nose and mouth like a chloroform rag and whispering hypnotic suggestions in my ear as I get all sleepy and dazed the more I sniff and breathe it in~ Hhhhhhhh, oh gosh yes please 💕
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