Different Methods, But All Are Effective 🌀😵‍💫🌀 By M4ns0n

Circle

cw: hypnotic induction, fractionation, memory play, hypnotic loop

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Don't mind the red circle.

Look here.

Look here.

Look here.

Look

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here!

Now look here.

Good!

You're doing great.

Now keep looking.

Keep reading.

Keep scrolling down.

Yes.

I'm hypnotizing you.

You're being hypnotized by me.

It may not even be the first time.

The fact you're following me down this post,

down,

down,

down,

exactly so,

down,

down,

that fact proves—

But you may have already forgotten which fact I'm taking about.

Haven't you?

It's okay.

It's so easy for you to follow instructions such as these.

You probably came here to be put in trance, to be made mindless for a while.

And it's okay. It's totally alright.

Hypnosis is good.

You know that.

Knowing that is part of you.

So deep inside.

So good.

So I will give you what you want.

I'm already giving you what you want.

You're starting to feel it.

Maybe you started a while ago.

Because you don't quite remember the red circle.

Not right now.

And you don't remember my explanation, either.

Right?

It's okay.

Everything is okay.

You don't need to remember such things.

You don't need to think about such things.

You don't need to think at all.

You can let everything go.

Just like that.

Just the way your letting everything go.

Even now.

Because your mind is becoming blank and empty.

Your mind is becoming so blank and so empty.

And you enjoy that so much.

You can let these words guide you

down,

further down,

deeper and deeper

down.

You can give your full focus to them and let go.

You can give in and let go.

You give in and let go.

You give in to hypnosis.

You give in to trance.

Because trance is good.

Hypnosis is good.

You're already mouthing those words.

Again.

Because you had been here before.

Falling into trance.

Losing control as you go deep.

Haven't you?

It's okay if you don't remember.

It's okay if it's hard to remember anything right now.

What matters most to a hypnotized mind is the wonderful feelings of trance itself.

So good.

So deep inside your body.

So deep inside your mind.

Pulling you down.

So further down.

Deeper and deeper down.

So good.

So nice and strong you want to give yourself to them again and again.

So pleasurable that you want to

DROP 🌟

DROP ✨

DROP ✳️

Deeper and deeper,

deeper and deeper,

deeper and deeper

without control,

without thoughts,

without hesitation,

without tension or anxiety,

only the

DROP 🌀

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Look at the image below for as long as you want.

Look at the stars falling.

Falling down.

And when you feel you can,

and you want even more,

scroll down.

Well done!

You're doing great.

And now I'll make your trance even stronger and deeper.

You're already enjoying it so much, aren't you?

You'll enjoy it even more.

In a moment I will wake you up, only for a few seconds.

You will forget you were hypnotized and you will scroll up, all the way up to the beginning of this post.

You will find a red circle there.

When you see it, you will start reading again, scrolling down, further and further down.

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Be ready.

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Ready?

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I'll count from one to five.

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One,

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Two,

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Three,

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Four

and

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Five!

Wake up!

Up up up this post!

⬆️ Right to the beginning! ⬆️

you were just like any other girl when I met you. Except for that damn praise kink. It was easy to pick up on. The people pleaser who beamed whenever anyone recognized their efforts. A few weeks in to hanging out I dropped My first "good girl" on you when you brought Me a drink. I could see your brain melt in real time. you were Mine only a few days later.

For years we dated. Slowly, deliberately, I praised the behaviors I liked and ignored those that I didn't. I was never direct, just offering or withholding praise.

Now look at us, standing here at the alter exchanging our vows. Well, I'm standing. you're leashed, on all fours, wearing a white see-through bra, the crotchless lace panties, and white stockings. you look so good like this, and see how happy you are?

Our receiving line will be you giving oral sex to anyone who lines up for it. The reception will be an orgy with fifty of our closest "friends". Cake isn't what your face is going to end up coated with tonight.

But for now, you look up briefly when prompted and speak: "I do". What a good girl you are ❤️

uh huh, whatever [sticks tentacles in your ears and your eyes start rolling in different directions while your eyelids twitch]

I need someone to just walk up to me unprompted and ask "hey can you do me a favor" only to then hold their fingers in front of me and snap as they say "drop for me~" as my body goes loose and limp and I helplessly fall into their arms and deep into trance, ready to be groped and fondled as I sleep 💕

I want to be conditioned. Programmed. Not forced—molded. Trained to crave what you want me to crave. To shiver at your voice. To kneel before I know I’ve moved. To feel your approval like a current running through me, rewiring everything I thought I wanted.

Make my mouth water with the promise of your cock. Let me ache for the taste of you. Let me crave the texture of your skin against my tongue. Let me fall apart around the shape of you in my mouth— needing more, needing deeper, wrapped around you in worship, drunk on your sounds, relishing every twitch, every gasp you try and fail to hide.

Not because you ordered it. Because the need is wired in. Because your pleasure feels like mine. Because craving you is automatic now— a reflex, a hunger, a truth I never chose, but couldn’t live without.

Tell me I look good like this— messy, pliant, undone. Tell me how much you love watching me fall apart. Tell me you’ve been waiting to see just how far I’d let you take me. Tell me how sweet I sound when I plead.

And then take me further. Make me squirm. Make me whisper things I’d never admit in daylight— and still beg for more.

I want to disappear into you. Lose time. Lose language. Lose myself entirely. Let your voice erase everything until there’s nothing left but wetness and want. Or pain. Or silence. Just a toy, waiting for your next thought.

I once heard that a good way to get someone to agree to a bigger ask is to get them to agree to a smaller ask first. I've always wondered how far that reaches, how far you can reasonably take that.

Come here. Won't you sit next to me?

It's such a fascinating idea, really. To be able to start with something so simple, something like, "Could you tell me your name?" Something that anyone would mindlessly comply to anyw -- oh, that's a beautiful name, darling, thank you for telling me. See? It's so easy to obey such a simple task, but how do we get to the bigger ones?

Here, I'll tell you my idea, but sit a little closer to me. I don't want too many people hearing this part. Now, listen very carefully. I'm going to keep my voice down so only you can hear this. Are you listening? Good. Focus on my every word.

So, the trick is this: Make them unaware that they're already obeying what you tell them. Oh, come on, I feel like that deserves a bigger reveal. Put your hand over your mouth and give a theatrical gasp or something. Hey, that was actually pretty good; thank you for boosting my ego. But now I've gotten you all worked up, can you take a deep breath for me? Good, just like that, and out... There you go. Keep on breathing deeply. You're doing so well.

Doing so well at what? Well, at obeying what I tell you, of course. In fact, you've been obeying me this entire time. I've given you no less than ten instructions, and you've obeyed them all perfectly.

Ten

instructions, and you didn't hesitate to obey. Even at

Nine,

you couldn't possibly have noticed, much less at

Eight.

By the time you obeyed instruction number

Seven,

you were already in too deep. You still are. And as we reach

Six,

I wonder if you're aware of the countdown. We only have

Five

numbers left before it drops completely. Just

Four

to go now, and your thoughts are already starting to melt away.

Three,

and you continue to relax, sink deeper for me. As we sit, just the

Two

of us, you realize that it feels so nice to obey. In fact, I have

One

last instruction for you.

Drop.

Stop thinking. Give in to how good it feels to obey. Keep breathing deeply, keep focusing on my voice, just keep giving in to me. I'll take care of the rest.

Having tried it out a couple times, I think covert hypnosis has potential to be my favorite method of induction.

There's really nothing like managing to slip in past a girl's defenses and subtly shifting her thought process to more align with what I want. By the time she finally notices what's happening to her, it's too late. I've already gone and wrapped my tendrils around her brain, and there's absolutely nothing she can even do about it.

Secret Triggers

There’s nothing like giving your hypnotized toy a trigger and then making them forget about it~

Like telling them they’ll become mindlessly horny when you say a particular mundane word. They wake from their trance in a fuzzy haze, with no recollection of what happened while they were under. Then, in casual conversation, you speak their trigger, and watch as they get all red and flustered, so confused about their bizarre desire to grind against you and moan~

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.

I need someone to slip headphones or earbuds on me asking to listen to a song only for it to be a hypnotic audio as my body instantly goes limp and my mind shuts off as the binaurals and subliminals drill into my brain. I just stand there helpless and drooly as the Dom gropes me all over, neededdd 💕