Tag: hypnotism

spiralsmakemesleepy:

hypnoswriter:

As per a request.

My eyes felt heavy, and the world felt distant. When he spoke this way, in that odd cadence of his, I could feel myself slipping a little. When we were still in high school we used to play hypnotism. Or rather I’d let him dangle a pocket watch that he’d bought at a mall kiosk in front of my eyes and drone on and on because we had been friends since we were young and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a load of bullshit.

That’s what I recognized the voice from, his attempts to hypnotize me. It never worked of course, I’d just play along and close my eyes when he told me to sleep and then stop paying attention until he told me to wake up.

He was counting down, from five to one. I yawned as he got to three, thinking about how late I’d stayed awake the night before. My eyes blinked as he hit two and at one they closed. It was relaxing to just let go like this, not into hypnosis like he thought but just to stop worrying about the world for a few minutes.

It’s awhile later, it doesn’t really make much difference and I don’t bother to check, when I open my eyes. He smiles expectantly at me and I stand and undress for him. I know he wants it, I know we’re just friends but it feels okay to do. Natural, and it’s not like we’re dating. I can be naked with him as much as I want, we’re old friends.

“So about that sorority,” he says as I sit in his lap so he can fondle my tits better.

I nod. We’d been arguing about that for awhile. He thinks it would be good for me to get out and join one. I think he just wants me to wear a bunch of makeup and ditz myself up to fit in. 

“I signed up,” I say, unbuttoning his jeans, “I just wanted you to stop bugging me about it.”

“Good Girl,” he says guiding my head down towards his cock. 

My lips wrap around it as I take it into my mouth. My last boyfriend had always been trying to get me to give him head, but I never liked the feel of a dick at the back of my throat. Of course being an old friend Michael had taken it upon himself to show me how, and now I pay him back by regularly blowing him.

It’s the least I can do.

He pets my head, and repeats, “Good Girl.”

I feel a flush of pride as I suck. I love being a good girl.

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Very nice

I need better friends…

neuralnetsandprettypatterns:

morgothslittleslut:

neuralnetsandprettypatterns:

honestlysleepy:

hypnobimbo:

neuralnetsandprettypatterns:

hypnobimbo:

neuralnetsandprettypatterns:

@lamb-chopped has a new rule today.

It’s a mind breaker rule.

Every sixth word is “um…”

Try it. It works.

Reblog to follow this rule today and be a mind popped puppet too.

i like the sound of this!!

You forgot a word at the end.

i like the sound of um this!! heee that’s fun even um though countings kind of hard um but i think i can um get the hang of it um maybe and stuff..

This sounds fun, but it’s um… kind of tricky, because you umm… have to keep counting all umm… the time! Or maybe that’s umm… actually kind of the reason umm… that it works?

It is. That’s why it’s best combined with thinking the cheer.

1 2 3 4…

I’ll suck your cock and umm…beg for more? Wow I um actually like that a lot. Umm…hehe oops who knew I’m um kind of a dumb slut

We all do now. And you definitely will.

Make sure you think the cheer every time you breathe today.

I think this would slow um down my speech not just um because of the pauses but um because it is hard to um speak and count at the um same time. I’d be afraid that I’d um mess up where I um put the umms and then um I’d get um flustered and start um using them too often.

Good girls: Counting to ten

bimbeth:

masterpassion1900:

Time for today’s lesson. You only need to get to ten. It’s This should be very simple, assuming you haven’t warped your mind too much yet.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9…

Good girl. You got so close. But I don’t think you were really paying attention. You need to focus on each number. It may help to say the numbers out loud. Let’s try again. This time try to focus.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine…

Good girl. You’re doing so much better. But it’s still not quite right. Let’s try again.

1 Good girls obey.

You want to be a good girl

2 Good girls play.

Let your lust control you

You’re going to be such a good girl.

3 Good girls suck.

Your lust will control you

You’re such a good girl.

4 Good girls fuck.

Your lust controls you

You’re such a good girl.

5 Good girls obey their lust.

Your lust controls you

Getting harder to think

You’re such a good girl. You’re doing so well. Just try not to get to distracted by your lust.

1 Good girls obey.

You want to be a good girl

2 Good girls play.

Let your lust control you

You’re going to be such a good girl.

3 Good girls suck.

Your lust will control you

You’re such a good girl.

4 Good girls fuck.

Your lust controls you

You’re such a good girl.

5 Good girls obey their lust.

Your lust controls you

Getting harder to think

You’re such a good girl. 

6 Good girls obey. Nod.

Your lust controls you, I control you

Getting hard to think

You don’t want to think

You’re such a good girl.

1 Good girls obey.

You want to be a good girl

2 Good girls play.

Let your lust control you

You’re going to be such a good girl.

3 Good girls suck.

Your lust will control you

You’re such a good girl.

4 Good girls fuck.

Your lust controls you

You’re such a good girl.

5 Good girls obey their lust.

Your lust controls you

Getting harder to think

You’re such a good girl.

6 Good girls obey. Nod.

Your lust controls you, I control you

Getting hard to think

You don’t want to think

You’re such a good girl.

7 Good girls don’t think

Your lust controls you, I control you

So hard to think

So easy to obey

You don’t think anymore

You’re such a good girl.

1 Good girls obey.

You want to be a good girl

2 Good girls play.

Let your lust control you

You’re going to be such a good girl.

3 Good girls suck.

Your lust will control you

You’re such a good girl.

4 Good girls fuck.

Your lust controls you

You’re such a good girl.

5 Good girls obey their lust.

Your lust controls you

Getting harder to think

You’re such a good girl.

6 Good girls obey. Nod.

Your lust controls you, I control you

Getting hard to think

You don’t want to think

You’re such a good girl.

7 Good girls don’t think

Your lust controls you, I control you

So hard to think

So easy to obey

You don’t think anymore

You’re such a good girl.

8 Good girls obey. Say “Yes Sir”.

Your lust controls you, I control you

So hard to think

Feels so good to obey

You don’t think anymore

You’re such a good girl.

9 Good girls can’t think.

Your lust controls you, I control you

You can’t think

You need to obey

You’re such a good girl.

1 Good girls obey.

You want to be a good girl

2 Good girls play.

Let your lust control you

You’re going to be such a good girl.

3 Good girls suck.

Your lust will control you

You’re such a good girl.

4 Good girls fuck.

Your lust controls you

You’re such a good girl.

5 Good girls obey their lust.

Your lust controls you

Getting harder to think

You’re such a good girl.

6 Good girls obey. Nod.

Your lust controls you, I control you

Getting hard to think

You don’t want to think

You’re such a good girl.

7 Good girls don’t think

Your lust controls you, I control you

So hard to think

So easy to obey

You don’t think anymore

You’re such a good girl.

8 Good girls obey. Say “Yes Sir”.

Your lust controls you, I control you

So hard to think

Feels so good to obey

You don’t think anymore

You’re such a good girl.

9 Good girls can’t think.

Your lust controls you, I control you

You can’t think

You need to obey

You’re such a good girl.

10 You are mine!

Falling deep into this blissful state of obedience now. Falling so fast. Becoming so wonderfully obedient. You’re such a good girl.

Good girls don’t think. Good girls can’t think. Good girls only obey. Now you’re going to message me(or ask me a question) with the words “i am yours Master”.

Moannn that’s so hot!

Yes, Master.

hypnorotica:

Teresa groaned in frustration.  She stared in the mirror desperately looking for imperfection, some flaw she could point to, but it was no avail.  Her pussy was simply flawless.  

“I guess I am a sex slave.” She sighed with a resigned tone.

She hadn’t recognized the number and had expected it was spam as it opened up, but all it said was “Only a sex slave would have such a perfect twat like yours.”

She tried to laugh it off as some rando perv text, but for some reason she couldn’t get it out of her head.  Whenever her mind would wander in the car or before going to bed, it would return to that statement.

A sex slave is made for having sex. It would stand to reason a sex slave would have an exceptional body.

The thoughts would surprise her.  It felt like the time she’d spent a week trying to figure out a riddle her friend had told her.  Every waking moment she wasn’t focused on the task, her mind would pour over the text and try to make sense of it.  And as she tried to make sense of it, she started constructing an argument around it.

Someone with a perfect pussy would naturally be a perfect sex slave

She’d try to distract herself with movies or games, but the slightest unguarded moment…

Everyone is granted different talents and we are fulfilled when we meet them.

Trying to distract herself from the thoughts was no good.  She considered trying to form rebuttals but acknowledging the arguments she was creating as vaguely rational was scary in its own right.

If one was perfect for being a sex slave and not perfect at other activities, it would be logical for choose the only path where she is perfect.

After a while she did try to create rebuttals, but by then the arguments seemed to be overwhelming, impossible to ignore or deny.  She had only one recourse left.  That had been when she’d stripped naked for a thorough search.  The only escape could be if she didn’t have a perfect pussy then the whole basis of the argument was wrong.

But after her search she was left with resigned certainty.  She pulled up the text and dialed the number.  A man’s voice came up on the other line.  “Hello?”

“You were right, the only logical thing for me to be is a sex slave.”
“Very good girl.  Stay at your place and I’ll come and pick you up so you can start to obey.”

“Yes Sir.”  She let the phone fall to the ground and gave another slow sigh, starting to accept the truth.  At least she would be the best at what she did.

First Day in the Ranch

hucowgoddess:

Look at me my bulls. Smile for your brainwashing has only begun. You’re getting excited aren’t you? The thought of being my mindless bulls, cocks hard, always hard but yet it doesn’t hurt, only the blissful feeling of ouksijg and throbbing reinforcing the indoctrination in your mind. You don’t need to think, you just need to be hard and ready. You can feel it already, slowly changing you from the inside out. Blood pumping down to your base the more you read, filling at the shaft, flooding more hardening and bringing your cock to attention. There it stands strong and waiting all that blood meant for your brain now in your dick wanting to be used. Like your hard on, you begin to straighten your back, posture impresses Mistress. Slowly your hand moves to your aching cock gripping it firmly as you stare blankly forward. Your hand firmly in place as you feel the pulse in your hand it feels so good, so good to pulse for your goddess. Euphoria rushes through you with every pulse knowing this is how you should and would salute me every day a hand firmly on your cock other hand firmly on your side standing at attention for me mind off free will off. You didn’t need those anyway. You had no idea what to do with them in the first place.

Mmm, male oriented brain washing is nice for a change.

hucowgoddess:

bimbeth:

brainy-bimbo:

hypnorotica:

It was the strangest corporate retreat she’d ever been to.  Billed as a women’s corporate leadership conference, it had started as two solid weeks of being pampered at a spa.  The constant drinks, baths and massages had all blended together and it was hard to remember a specific moment.

This second half of the conference was all about the moment.  It had taken half an hour to walk smoothly in the heels, and another twenty minutes to sway her hips just right.  The shining lights in front of her were patient, telling her the sway was too small or too wide.  Now she had it down and had been handed a tray with coffee on it, making sure to keep it balanced as she walked.

It all felt really really good as she mastered each step, but she wasn’t sure how such exercises related to business.

poise is the most important attribute for a secretary

She nodded and cooed as the lights told her that, but part of her mind said it was wrong.  Poise was clearly important but, she wasn’t a secretary, she was a VP, in contention for becoming President.

A good secretary is necessary for her boss to excel

That was very true as well, but she was the one with a secretary.  Johnny had been thrust on her because he was the chairman’s nephew, but he’d been more than adequate at keeping her schedule.

Mr. Worthington relies on you so he can succeed

That statement gave a rush of pleasure….but.  That was Johnny’s last name.  He was her secretary, not the other way arou…

You succeed when Mr. Worthington succeeds

The thought fizzled as the words washed over her.  She did know how important that relationship between secretary and boss could be.

You must aid Mr. Worthington in every conceivable way

She shuddered, not just knowing but feeling the truth of it.  Her mind wandered to long hours handling his paperwork, dutifully serving him coffee, laughing at his jokes, letting him catch a peak as she leaned over, slipping under his desk to relieve his stress.

You’re the best secretary Mr. Worthington could ever hope for

She moaned, fantasizing about Mr. Worthington bending her over and fucking her right before a big meeting.  It was when she fantasized about him patting her head and calling her a good girl that she came.  She stumbled and the coffee tray tipped over.  The lights flashed to reassure her.

That’s okay.  You’re doing well.  Pick the tray back up and we will start again

Oh, my god.

I don’t have the words to say how much I love this. It’s just perfect.

Mmmm hot!!

Its so diabolically evil it’s amazing.

hypnoswriter:

“Hypnosis isn’t real,” Janice said. The blonde crossed her arms and said it emphatically as if there was no question. 

Jezebel smiled, “So many of my best memories start with a pretty girl saying that exact phrase.”

The three of us guys laughed. Jezebel was a riot, not prim and proper like Janice. We’d known the two for less than a day, having all met at the bar the night before. Janice and Mark had hit it off, and well… I guess Jezebel was there with me but she was more like an agent of chaos. Like right now she was trying to convince us that she was a gypsy who could hypnotize anyone into being her love slave.

It was clear that Janice didn’t like her much, as the blonde’s eyes rolled, “Yeah whatever.”

Jezebel smiled, “I’m going to hypnotize you then Janice and you’ll suck all these men’s big cocks. You won’t have a choice, you’ll be my slave. My horny and wet slave.”

The three of us laughed, not used to a girl being so… well fucking crazy. 

“All I need is for you to focus on me. So I need your attention on one spot, right here,” Jezebel said and pulled her top down exposing a single nipple. Pretty much all of us were shocked, I managed not to gasp but Janice wasn’t able to hide her surprise. Jezebel stepped closer to her, “Focus, focus just stare at my tit. Fall into it, closer, falling, sexy, aroused, falling, closer and sleep.”

She was quick and commanding. Janice’s eyes fluttered then shut, her head falling forward against her chest. The three of us watched stunned as the dark haired woman leaned in and whispered to Janice and then after a few minutes Janice stood and opened her eyes, got on her knees and began to suck Mark’s cock.

Mark was surprised, but didn’t complain. All he did was moan as Janice’s lips wrapped around his cock. Jezebel grabbed her head and started the girl in on a steady motion. Then she looked towards me and smiled, “Now I said I could hypnotize anyone. Anyone James. Just look at my tit…”

I blinked, my attention taken from Janice’s performance and drawn to her nipple and eyes. She was talking, talking…