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Hypnosis Kink Asks

1. How long have you been into hypnosis? 2. Describe your first experience with hypnosis 3. Are there any TV shows/movies/books you liked when you were younger that you think got you into hypnosis? 4. Are you primarily a hypnotist or a subject? 5. Are you primarily a dom/me or a sub? 6. What do you love about being hypnotised? 7. What do you love about hypnotising people? 8. How do you feel when hypnotised? 9. How do you feel when you hypnotise someone else? 10. Are you a difficult subject? 11. What’s your ‘signature move’ as a hypnotist? 12. What’s your favourite kind of hypnotic induction? 13. Do you like visual fixation (on spirals, eyes, swinging objects etc.) for hypnosis? 14. What are your favourite kinds of hypnosis play? 15. What other kinks do you like to incorporate into your hypno play? 16. For you, is the appeal of hypnosis primarily sexual or not? 17. What are some post-hypnotic suggestions you particularly enjoy (for others or yourself)? 18. Describe your best experience involving hypnosis 19. Describe a bad experience you had involving hypnosis? Why was it bad? Why did it go wrong? 20. What’s one tip you have for other hypnotists/subjects? 21. Do you have any tips for how to negotiate hypnosis play? 22. Do you like your hypnosis to involve power exchange, or not? 23. For you, how does hypnosis fit into a relationship? Just in the bedroom, or as part of BDSM relationship? 24. Are you interested in a 24/7 hypnotic enslavement relationship? 25. Have you ever experienced strong, sudden feelings for a hypnotist/subject? How did you deal with that? 26. Are you interested in hypnotising/being hypnotised by people of a gender you are not attracted to? 27. What’s your favourite work of hypnosis erotica? 28. What’s your favourite spiral? 29. What’s your favourite hypno-themed image/caption/piece of art? 30. What’s your favourite audio file/audio file producer? 31. What’s your favourite book/movie/TV show that includes hypnosis? 32. Describe your biggest fantasy involving hypnosis? 33. Do you have any fantasies about non-consensual hypnosis? Describe them 34. What’s one fictional character you’ve fantasised about hypnotising/being hypnotised by? 35. Do you like intelligence loss/bimbofication hypnosis? Why? 36. Do you like amnesia play? Why? 37. Do you like freeze triggers? Why? 38. Do you like pleasure triggers? Why? 39. Do you like alternate personalities created through hypnosis? Why? 40. Do you like feminization hypnosis? Why? 41. Have you ever experienced a “hands-free” orgasm as a result of hypnosis? 42. Which famous person do you think has the most hypnotic voice? 43. If you make hypnosis content, what’s your favourite piece of content you’ve made? 44. Have you ever used hypnotic conditioning to help you or someone else with a part of your/their life? 45. Have you ever been to a hypnosis convention? Did you enjoy it, or not? Why? 46. How has being involved with hypnosis/the hypno community improved your life? 47. What is one thing about the hypnosis community you think could change for the better? 48. Who is one person in the hypno community you really admire? 49. What is your favourite hypnosis-themed blog on tumblr? 50. Tag someone you’d like to see do some of these asks

Let’s find out

CW: Covert hypnosis

I always liked to meet my potential nannies in public first. It helped make them feel safe and comfortable with me. After all, who would try anything inappropriate at a coffee shop on a busy street?

Little did @lisasfantasy know that I had carefully curated this particular location. Sitting outside, it was just quiet enough for us to talk, but noisy enough that she had to focus on my words. It was busy enough that the constant stream of people passing by made her feel safe, but they were sporadic enough that she had to remind herself to not get distracted by them.

Of course, I told her it was okay to get distracted. It’s a busy world, and it often rubs on us in different ways, and I would be here for her to focus on. Carefully selecting my words, watching her guard lull, and her eyes begin to glaze over. I realized quickly she wasn’t wearing a bra, but as she relaxed and spread her legs for me her panties peeked out at me and I smiled.

I had hoped she would be susceptible to trance, to my words, but this was beyond my wildest dreams. I watched her panties begin to change color, growing darker from the growing dampness as she began to rub her legs and play with her skirt as she stared into my eyes.

I called for the check as I woke her up, telling her that her coffee would be my treat today.

It was the least I could do for my new nanny.

Exciting Lunch Date

That’s right, just stare. Watch me sway back and forth, no, don’t look away.

You don’t even want to blink, you’re so captivated by my curves. Let your eyes burn my image into your brain, just like my words are.

You’re not even listening anymore, just letting my words sink deep into that soft malleable mind of yours. That’s okay, you don’t need to remember what I say.

You just need to remember that you’re mine, body, mind, and soul.

What if it was Call of Cthulhu, but instead of tracking Sanity, we called it mindfulness and the lower it falls, the deeper you fall too?

Who wants in on a horny hypno D&D game? I promise to hypnotize everyone into being on time, and give you all phantom sense triggers for when the succubi and incubi invade.

Can I call u pumpkin and honey in a platonic way?

Of course!

But would it be fun to hypnotize you into feeling pleasure every time you do, until you’re left a dripping mess, wondering if it’s platonic after all?

Also yes!

That’s the funny thing about acting.

If you act long enough, it stops being an act.

If you stare long enough, you don’t even see the words.

You just see someone enjoying themselves. Someone who’s having so much fun.

You might think to yourself “I want to be like them!”

But how? You realize, I just have to act like them. I just have to act like a slut.

And of course, the more you act like a slut, showing your body off, edging yourself to the attention, seeking out cocks and cunts to service and please.

Well, one day you might wake up and realize it’s not an act anymore.

You are a slut.

And that thought makes you so wet.

From Norwegian actress Ulrikke Falch’s Instagram. Clothes from Femmemute

Compiling a list of monsters to use for the horny hypno D&D game:

Sirens

Yellow musk thralls

Incubi/succubi

Mind flayers

Aboleth

Vampires

False Hydra

Rakshasa

Intellect Devourer

Arch Mage

And of course they’re going to need minions like Minotaurs, goblins, kobolds, golems, etc.

What other monsters should we add to the list?

I think I would have the opposite reaction. This poor woman needs help! She needs to regain her enthusiasm for being brainwashed!

I’d untie her and turn on the brainwashing, whispering affirmations in her ear, helping rebuild her mind piece by piece. Building her desire to be programmed, to be controlled. Making her crave it, making her seek it out. Giving her back just enough of her mind to make her complicit in her programming.

Resistance is hot, tearing down those walls, breaking someone down into a needy desperate slut is exquisite joy.

Someone who is past that needs structure. Ownership. Or enough of her mind and will to feel that need for it.

Or maybe that’s just me. I don’t want an empty shell all of the time. Occasionally, definitely. But I want my subjects to have enthusiasm and opinions on what I’m doing to and for them.

I love jukeboxemcsa’s writing. Even when it doesn’t hit my kinks it’s still immensely creative and thought provoking.

The Power of Malicious Compliance

"Don't bother struggling," Shane growled, mildly peeved that his words didn't so much as trigger a single tiny wriggle from the woman he'd tied to the chair. "You'll be deeply hypnotized long before you manage to loosen any of the ropes, and once you're finished watching you won't want to escape me at all." He reached out to forcibly tilt his victim's chin toward the wall-mounted screen, and was disappointed to discover that she was already staring at it with an expectant look on her face. Mingled irritation and curiosity finally forced him to depart from the script in his head, and he snapped out, "Excuse me--are you not worried about any of this?"

The woman gave as much of a shrug as her bound arms would allow. "This is, like, the fourth time I've been kidnapped and hypnotized and programmed to be an obedient fucktoy. Honestly, I don't really have any resistance left by this point, so I just kind of figured, why not go with it, y'know?" She didn't sound bored by it all, exactly; her voice was filled with a resigned indolence that perfectly matched her indifferent stare. But it felt enough like boredom to sting Shane's frustrated pride. How could she fail to struggle knowing that her very identity would be reduced to malleable clay for him to shape and mold?

It was enough to make him sputter and stammer in his indignation as he retorted, "Yeah, well, they--they must not have been any good at it, then, because you were free enough for me to catch you." It sounded petulant coming from his lips, and Shane privately cursed himself for acting so pathetic in front of his chosen victim even though he knew he could simply erase the entire incident from her memory once he'd broken her will. But it just ruined the whole thing to see her acting this utterly indifferent to her own impending subjugation. Couldn't she at least pretend to be frightened? Couldn't she summon up even a little bit of defiance for him to melt away into helpless, horny obedience for him?

She could not. All Shane got was another shrug and a muttered reply of, "I guess they just got bored with me. After the first guy turned my brain to mush, it was really kind of hard to fight any of the new programming I got from the others, y'know? I just wound up going with the flow, sucking and fucking and taking it in every hole like a good girl, and when they'd had their fun they put a few triggers in me in case they ever needed me again and threw me back. It's fine. I don't mind. I'm pretty much okay with whatever I'm told." Her eyes already looked glassy and blank, even though the screen remained dark, but he could tell it wasn't trance capturing her will. It was patient, placid indifference.

Shane spent the next ten minutes undoing every last knot he'd so patiently tied, letting the woman free and shoving her roughly out the door without even bothering to blindfold and gag and chloroform her. "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody," she gabbled cheerfully as he marched her out of his house. "Like, I'm too weak-willed and helpless to summon up the willpower, plus I have a shift this afternoon I have to get to and work's been pretty chill about all my unexplained absences but there are limits, y'know?" Shane didn't know, and he didn't want to know, and he didn't want to hear from this particular nameless victim ever again. He slammed the door behind her, and it took him the better part of a month to clear the memory of her out of his head.

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