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OK everyone I’m gonna let you in on the secret to being a really good hypnotist: it is basic human nature to want to feel seen, heard, and understood. Strive to see, hear, and understand your partner. Make sure they feel it. Top priority.

look me in the eye

(inspired by this; my code here)

you’re all going to end up on some kind of register

Dear hypno-community, fans of hypno, tists, hynosubs, hypnodoms etc, i didnt see a register for these sorts of blogs and where they are all migrating to, and i really need one to keep my own mind peaceful. 

Please go sign your names into the register for hypno  mind-control stuff on the refugees of tumblr discussion. 

I’m blondedoll on there and i shouldn’t be the spokesperson for your group but i’m your biggest fan and since i didnt see a clear and hypno-bimbo friendly register i decided to make one. Love you all and hope to see you on the otherside of tumblrgeddon.

Elsewhere

With everything going on here on Tumblr, I will likely be moving to other platforms. Here’s where I’ll be:

Twitter

Fetlife

Email

Discord (invite me to good hypno focused ones, please)

Pulsating Particles

Applied vs Pure Hypnosis

This is a discussion that’s come up in the community before, but…

I always find that the most entertaining and interesting uses of hypnosis come from thinking with two perspectives:

1. Applied: What can we do with hypnosis? What sort of fetish, fantasy, or fancy idea can we enjoy using hypnosis as a method to realize it? Applications such as these include (from things that I’ve done as a hypnotist and subject):

Heavy and Light Robotification Play.

Longterm bimbo conditioning and short-term IQ reduction

Hypnotic Drugplay both with and without actual use of drugs.

Magic Play, mostly just using HP spells :P

Fearplay

CNC hypno-kidnapping (Boy this one took a lot of setup…)

Breathplay (“Why don’t you just forget how to breathe for a little.” is one of my favorite suggestions~)

Puppet Play, complete with strings

Jedi Mind Tricks

Petplay

Electricity Play (Hypnotizing with Electricity and Inducing Electricity via Hypnosis)

Painplay (triggered self-spanks, induction via whipping, induction via spanking)

These sorts of wonderful parlor tricks are great tools that we in the hypno-community can show off to better intermingle with other fetish communities~

2. Pure: This second perspective would be what can hypnosis do to us? What, through liberal application of hypnosis, training, effectual suggestions, language patterns, and different sorts of states could a person feel or achieve? These sorts of questions can include whether hypnosis can:

Make you forget the last fifteen minutes? The last hour? Selectively remove certain parts of your memory? Or even just make you unable to even form memories while being hypnotized?

Realize some hidden part of your desires? Make those desires more appealing or even change them?

Make things right in front of you invisible? Or make things appear in your vision that are simply not there? Could it also make you hear, taste, and feel things as vividly and intensely as you would feel them if they were there?

Be induced instantaneously, without warning or even knowledge that it’s happening?

Induce complete anesthesia into your body, an absence of all feeling and pain?

Make you orgasm without touching?

Make you feel really friggen good, submissive, or obedient just from the incredible feeling of being hypnotized?

Of course, based on personal experience and research, hypnosis can pretty much do all of the above.

To what degree all of those are possible is fairly dependent on person to person, but is largely dependent on individual practice and perspective. A skilled and practiced hypnotist, an open and practiced subject, and most importantly a good relationship between the two is the largest determining factor of what is and is not possible within a hypnotic trance.

So the question I like to think of before thinking of any suggestion isn’t whether it can be done or not, the sky’s the fucking limit! It’s how do I indulge the fantasy using hypnosis, and what sort of techniques and methods inherent to a hypnotic trance can I use to make it even better?

Keep the fetish in mind, keep the type of trance in mind, and keep how to combine the two in the hottest and most effective way possible, and you’re both gonna have a great time regardless of what kinky suggestion you’re going to induce~

So are y’all more along the axis of an:

Applied Hypnokinkster?

or a

Pure Hypnofetishist?

A three-part interview series on hypnokink

My wonderful partner, @katesloan, recently published an extended interview series with me about how we play with hypnosis during phone sex and in-person scenes. Give it a read and let me know what you think!

Intimate Intercourse: Hypnokink (Part 1)

This first part is about how my partner got into hypnosis, what he finds hot about it, and the basic components that make up a hypno scene. Hope you like it!

Intimate Intercourse: Hypnokink (Part 2)

In this instalment, we discuss the difficulties of disclosing a hypnosis kink, our first hypno scene together, what makes someone a good hypnotic subject, trance triggers, hypnotherapy, and some of the sexy things we like to do with hypnosis.

Intimate Intercourse: Hypnokink (Part 3)

In this instalment, we discuss combining hypnosis with other kinks, how to ensure ongoing consent in a hypno scene, hypno aftercare, resources we recommend, how to cultivate a hypnotic voice, and the role intoxication plays in our hypno play.

I see your heart, it’s small and cute. Yes it is, there’s nothing to dispute.

Your heart it’s little, but feel the beat, It gives you pumps, small and sweet.

And if you listen to beat of your heart, your weak mind is going to fall apart.

Feel the rhythm, just behave, to the beat you are slave.

It goes on, on and on, and your mouth starts to yawn.

Every breathe makes you sleepy, yes it do, you are feeling submissive through and through.

Your heart’s adorable, you can see, your full attention now is on me.

Feel the rhythm, just behave, to the beat you are slave.

Don’t be shy, as your mind restart, as you listen to your heart.

Going down, just obey. This command, do not delay.

Deeper and deeper, you may dance, while you are falling into a trance.

Feel the rhythm, just behave, to the beat you are slave.

It’s not hard, and you know that, just stop being a brat.

It’s as easy, and one, two, three, It’s easy, submit to me.

Follow your heart, it’s the right choice, as you hear in your own voice

Feel the rhythm, just behave, to the beat I am a  slave.

muffmcmuffin as promised

this one turns me to lost, moaning jello… yes….

Aw, you’re getting hard again? Poor baby…you really just can’t control yourself, can you?

06/20/18- TES Hypnokink Group: Pickup Play in Hypnokink with MrDream

With TESFest 2018 coming in July, there will be a lot of opportunities to meet new people who are interested in playing with hypnosis. Practicing hypnosis with someone new offers unique challenges and opportunities. The idea of pickup play is often considered a risky scenario for hypnokink, but in many cases it is the first step in developing the play partnerships we are looking for. This class will discuss some approaches to having scenes with new partners, whether there is an existing relationship, or truly a first meeting. Topics covered will include:

* How to introduce the idea of hypnosis to a prospective partner * Negotiation for limited scenes * Best practices for safety and consent * What to expect from the subject/hypnotist * Simple induction techniques for a new partner

In addition we will spend time practicing hypnosis in our Speed Trance/Date format: Each participant will have 6 minutes to negotiate and conduct a simple scene with someone who they don’t normally play.

**Note: No one is obligated to trance or be tranced in any given round. You can always have a nice conversation.**

RSVP to Fetlife by clicking any of this post- https://fetlife.com/events/671504

Date & Time: Wednesday, June 20, 2018 · 7:30 PM –10:30 PM  

Location: The Players Theater (2D), 115 Macdougal Street, New York, NY

Cost: TES Members $5, Students & Military with ID $10, Reciprocal Groups $10, Non-Members $20, Cash Only

Dress code: Street legal

Tagging: @hypnokinkwithmrdream @the-perfect-monster @diaryofasnowflake @valdemarvspretory @m-d-artagnan @hypnosisnewjersey @recreational-hypnosis-resource

sleepingirl’s absurd masturbation fantasies #3726

Since people really liked it the last time I described my ridiculous masturbation fantasies… Here’s another.

Last night, I fantasized about two friends – girls who got caught and kidnapped by a sort of underground scientific research group who experimented on people and then sold them as sex toys. They attached these small devices onto each girl’s clit, little vibrators designed specifically to keep them permanently turned on. And the more turned on the girls get, the dumber and more sex obsessed they’d become.

One of the girls couldn’t resist for very long and her friend had to watch her progressively get more giggly and drooling and desperate to fuck. She hated that she was getting more and more turned on watching her friend start fucking herself, start begging to be given a nice hard cock to ride. But she was fighting so hard to hold onto herself.

Soon, though, the organization brought in a potential buyer – a scientist escorted a man in and her friend was already so sex drunk that she immediately went over to make out and grind on him, making him hard. The scientist laughed and told the man to take his cock out; her body had progressed to the point that fucking would condition her to this. 

The girl was calling out to her friend, begging her to stop, but she barely even heard her. Immediately she pushed her pussy onto his cock and started fucking him hard, moaning pornographically, eyes rolling back, saying how good it was over and over and over.

Her friend, watching, was finding herself getting close to cumming just seeing it, despite herself, despite knowing that she’d be lost to it too if she gave in. It looked so good, so hot, and she found herself starting to think about what the scientist’s cock would feel like, filling her up so good. She knew she had to fight, she knew she had to stay sane… But… 

“She’ll be gone forever once she fucks just a little while longer,” he said while the man was enjoying himself. The girl on his cock had essentially lost the ability to speak and was just moaning wordlessly, tongue out, gripping the man inelegantly and forcing her pussy down as hard as she could, over and over again.

Her friend gave a little whimper and could no longer contain herself, almost shoving two fingers inside of herself and fucking, desperate. She felt her mind start to melt away, fear and panic being replaced by a need for sex, a need to be used…

The scientist unzipped his pants and brought his cock out, and she couldn’t help but crawl over to him, pull him down, climb on top as he grinned at her… And work that cock inside of her. 

@hypno-sandwich @hypnokinkwithmrdream @dasade @cckitten78 uhhhhhhhh I feel weird tagging people in this

Favorite hypno-related adjectives?

Two that are definitely in my top 10 are “compliant” and “mindwiped.” Uuunnfff. You?

Are you in trance?

Very short hypno scene under the cut. Very trancey language. NSFW.

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Scenes from a Hypnotic (Third) Date

I could fit everything we do into categories, label it all, contrast each part with another.

There is no such thing as a best part; there never is. There are the parts that I remember, the parts that I don’t, the parts that make me want to cum, the parts of quiet and learning and conversation.

The parts that I write about, and the parts that I don’t.

There are parts of me, parts of him, parts of the room, parts of the space outside, sunny and gorgeous at first and a dreary rain the next day.

Parts of our conversations that mirror each other, that repeat humanly.

It just depends how I want to look at it all, how I want to consider it. And there are so many different ways to consider and cut and section. But trying to categorize and separate is a faulty process, even if there’s a use for it, because the reality is that it’s all one big thing, one large intangible chunk of time or collections of emotions.

The part where we had this date, versus the part where we had the last.

–

There’s a lazy, soft-around-the-edges feel to everything as we lay in bed. Disoriented a little by how flat the ceiling is, like that solid white color somehow makes the room seem unreal.

“This is a thing we’re doing now,” I say, in one of those sudden bursts of absurdity, gesturing to the air. “This. This is a part of my life now.”

Seeing each other. Seeing each other, regularly. Spending time and focus on each other. Talking and talking and talking.

Trancing and trancing and trancing.

The reality is better than dreams.

It got easy so quickly, too quickly. I announced to him proudly that I was able to function like a person the day before our date. Learning and growing. Up and up. It’s scary to let go of some of those crazed highs, but I can breathe again with the edge taken off. I couldn’t be more content with who we are and what we’re doing and where we’re headed.

This is a thing we’re doing now.

–

We’re entangled in each other and I’m breathing heavily, coming down from the high, sexual tone of where we’re at and where we keep going. Curled into him. ‘Totally chill’, as I keep telling him.

These meta conversations keep happening in these between moments, talking about what we’re doing, talking about how good it is to talk.

“There’s something about how we move,” he says, and I get it, and I grin.

“That’s a very different version than James Taylor,” I say.

“Yeah,” he replies. His arm squeezes around me as I lay on him. “Something in the way she moves.”

I feel the way my chest clenches at his recognition, feeling that sense of being understood, like communicating is effortless. It’s just like trance.

I move to open my mouth to tell him that someday I’d like to hear him play it, but he’s already started to sing.

–

Dark dark dark. It’s too easy to become different people. It’s too easy for it to feel dirty. It’s too easy not to sleep for a little while longer.

–

It’s light again, 10 AM light, peeking from behind the blinds.

“I’m invading your space,” he says and I’m giggling, scooting, trying to make room for him on the bed.

His arms are around me and suddenly I have that feeling I was hoping for, the feeling of not being done yet, the feeling that what we do isn’t contained to dark late nights in hotel rooms, all fantasy spaces, but mornings too. Mornings where we are still us and we are still the people who did the things and there are still more things to be done.

For a few brief moments I try to analyze the touch and voice to sense how platonic it is, but my body starts to respond to his low notes and fingertips and I push away the guilt, in a split second I give myself the talk so I can catch up because I think he’s –

He’s around me, surrounding me, and I’m sinking into it, into his words. It’s hot and heavy and dirty like a quick fuck; he’s moving so fast that it overwhelms me and that feeling of not being able to keep up is the best thing, yielding to him with it.

He’s digging hard into the shit that really gets me, changing me, exploiting and widening my weakness to him. It hits hard deep inside of me, something I can feel so physically and tangibly, gripping and addicting.

Addicting addicting addicting. I wanted this so badly before he made me want it, and feeling that hunger for him is its own sort of taboo satisfaction.

Like a fucking junkie, getting my brain fucked exactly how I need it and still feeling the impossible, gaping maw of desire. Eyes rolling, hips moving, desperate and pathetic and submissive.

Not how I usually use that word.

Not a proud submissiveness. A weak one.

–

Ten minutes before we have to leave, stealing as much as we can together.

His hand on my face, thumb over my cheek, tilting my chin, and my eyes soften and unfocus one last time.

“Much better,” he says, deep and satisfied, and I sigh out the rest and let myself roll back into it.

Giving me what I need, one last good hard hit of the drug that we do.

I’m able to be so present and so in the moment, soaking it all up, entranced in the most literal sense. He is so good and I am so there, and he knows I want it, want him.

“My voice can go with you,” he murmurs between everything, and my brain explodes in fireworks with all that there is in that phrase: the literal meaning, the powerful suggestion, the nod that I would understand where it comes from.

Everything we do is about context, and layers, and framing, and sense, and parts, and sections.

It is no different when we finally tear ourselves out of the bed.

–

@hypnokinkwithmrdream

((God damn it I’m so fucked))

Thoughts on consent and second chances

So a post by thehypnobunny (not tagged purposefully) has been going around, with a sad update on issues she dealt with a while ago on consent things. It gave me thoughts I felt would be best laid out separately, as she doesn’t need to deal with these on that post.

1) handling consent issues is hard. At some point, if you’re in a position where you handle them, you will have to make a choice. Do you want to be “fair” to people who have hurt others (intentionally or not), or do you want to be sure people who have been hurt feel safe at your event/in your community? If you don’t make that decision in the abstract, without an active issue, it will be made by your decisions within an issue.

2) when we let people who have committed consent violations (or abuse, etc) back to our events/into our community, we also need to have a way of working with those they hurt to be sure those people feel safe. I don’t know how to do this. I wish I did.

3) some incidents are ones a person can learn from, and others are ones where it shouldn’t matter. The scale of harm should effect how willing we are to welcome someone back. I don’t know where the line is on never letting someone back. It’s somewhere, though.

4) we as a community - both kink in general and hypnokink in specific - don’t have the structures/systems in place to be able to handle these issues well. We need serious meta-discussions on how to make sure leaders at all levels are equipped to deal with this, because right now many are not.

This stuff is hard, but we need to cope with it. Because, as a friend of mine outside of kink wrote recently, “redemption only comes after punishment and repentance, and forgiveness without consequence only leads people further into darkness, leaving victims the only ones punished.” This is not universally true - honest mistakes, say, do happen, and those should be handled differently - but too many people who choose to do harm are good at portraying sincere remorse/regret when they don’t feel it at all.

I just wish I had more answers than I do.

“Why don’t you count to ten for me.”

An easy task, right? Anyone could do it. I’m a smart, self reliant individual… I can do this…

Nevermind the fact that I have to give myself a pep talk before I start.

“1…”

Usually I get caught up around seven, but once I lost track after five… I know the numbers are in there, it’s simple right? If I just focus hard enough I can make it all the way to ten and won’t he be surprised then!

“2, 3, 4…”

If I just keep an easy pace and don’t draw out the sounds too much I won’t get lost.

“5…”

Fuck… Now I’m thinking about that time I blanked out right here… FOCUS dumdum!

“.. Siiiiiiix ..”

Everything in my brain is getting sticky at this point. I pause to lick my lips… The words are coming out slower but I’ve got the numbers lined up in my head. I can do it if I just focus on counting.

“7, 8, 9..”

I blurt them out faster, confident that I’ll actually make it this time. 9! That’s such a high number! All I have to do is say….

…

…

…

“You alright there? Having trouble?”

My mouth opens and closes a couple times as I try desperately to remember. It’s like there’s a filing cabinet in my brain and I know what I want is in this damn drawer but I can’t seem to get it open! And the harder I focusss.. focus on … count…ing… …

…

“There’s a good girl. Sleep.”

Everything feels floaty. Disembodied. It’s sort of like when I fall asleep watching TV at a friend’s house. I sort of feel aware, and can hear things going on, but my brain can’t really hold on to any of it and am too tired to do anything but lay there with my eyes closed as a whisper of something teases my subconscious.

“Wake.”

Like a switch everything comes back online and I glance around, immediately erupting into giggles. I don’t always remember going under, but I’m almost always sheepish once I’m brought back up.

Tick… Tock… He’s asking me a question and I stare at him dumbly. Before I can really grasp it I’m pulled back under and everything goes blank again.

“Wake.”

There’s something tugging at the back of my mind… Tick… Tock… but he’s repeating the question again.??? What is he asking? I must look silly, with that confused expression as I try my hardest to comprehend before my head drops again.

“Wake.”

Suddenly I’m looking at my own image and I notice something I hadn’t before… My lips are moving but no sound is coming out… What am I saying? I feel that tug at the back of my mind and just as I’ve almost got it…

Everything is dark again… Its not unpleasant, mind you. In fact, I’m so confused and disjointed every time I wake that the calm, empty, fuzzy feeling seems extra comforting. Do I really have to think? Do I even want to?

“Wake.”

My lips are still moving. Methodically. There’s a rhythm.

… 4… 3…2…

Counting! I’m counting! And every time I get down to..

… 1… out like a light.

“Wake. Pause”

By this point I’m all giggles. When asked a question all I can do is open and close my mouth and make useless noises. But I’m not counting this time and I manage to stay somewhat aware. I look down and my fingers are between my legs, rubbing my pussy with long, lazy strokes. Another round of wordless giggles. How long have I been doing that?? Am I suppose to be? It’s only now that I notice I’m naked, kneeling, legs spread and appearantly edging for His amusement.

“Sleep.”

This time I’m fully aware as I go under, He’s made sure of that. I can hear the whispers as my greedy subconscious devours them. When I wake, I’ll start counting down from five and when I reach one… POP! Slip into my doll state… Then counting back up and when I reach five, I’ll wake. Around and around, all the while endlessly rubbing… Stroking…

… Fuck…

I drop and wake and drop and wake so many times I can’t think. There’s barely enough time to try and ask a question in 5 seconds, though I try a good three or four times without much success.

“Look at you, can’t even make words, little dummy? Pause.”

The last word catches me, preventing my countdown.

“Well, as much as I’ve enjoyed this display, I really need to take care of some things. I could leave you like this, endlessly looping yourself up and down until I get back…”

More giggles, but I manage to find my voice this time.

“How long will you be gone?”

He smiles, “Could be an hour. Could be two. Who knows?”

I bite my lip, “Would you..really? Loop me like that?”

“Now now, that’s not how we ask for things, is it?”

Deep breath. Asking for what I want makes me incredibly bashful. Especially if what I want scares me a little. Doll state is powerful for me. My subconscious is my own worst enemy, only too happy to push my awareness to the back burner and accept the will of another as gospel. The fingers still working my pussy are suddenly coated at the thought

“Will you… Please… Leave me in a loop… Sir?”

“There’s a good girl.”

Everything is a little fuzzy after that. I’m not sure how much time passed or how many loops I went through… But I swear my doll self started talking to me…Softly… whispering about how good it would feel to give up completely. Why did I even need to count myself back awake? Wasn’t it nice to drift off until all my worries were spun into cotton candy thoughts?

Eventually my waking counts were frantic, fast, “54321.” Down.

And my dreamy counts became slower… Each number chipping away at that pesky want for self… “1……..2……3……4……5……” Up.

“54321.” Down.

Deeper and deeper. Dumber and dumber. Didn’t it feel so good?

“1……2……3……4……”

Slavery makes my cunt wet… my wet cunt makes me a slave……

Last night I gave @khatsha the suggestion that when she woke up, she would feel drugged, silly, happy and giggly. I was straddling her naked belly at the time.

When she woke up I jacked off on her chest, as she squirmed around and grinned at me. That was great.

What I didn’t foresee is that, with a chest covered in come, she would be trying to hug me; wouldn’t listen to reason; and wouldn’t stop rolling back and forth on the bed. I had to struggle between holding her down and finding a free hand to snap her back into trance, to prevent Cum-Pocalypse.