sharonisapowerfulhypnotist:

Index

This blog is primarily intended as a resource to support

subjects and hypnotists finding their feet and practising their

craft in the erotic hypnosis community and perhaps as

something of an antidote to some of the confusions that

spread through the community.

Following is a list of the various articles I have written on the

matter, as of. 2022031

As the articles specifically targeted to subjects are fewer, they

appear first but both Tists and Subjects have kindly reported

finding articles in each list useful.

Enjoy.

Guidance for Subjects

“I didn’t go under at all’

Accepting your kink

How to Start A Conversation about Kink

Feeling the Call - Moving with your subconscious

Portrait of a Model Subject

Guidance for Hypnotists

Ten Text-Trancing Tips

5 Tips for Beginner Tists

The Intimacy Of Text Trance

Trance to learn how to Trance

Don’t Think’ and Other Bimbofication Mistakes

Long Term Transformations

Control and Submission

Using Metaphors in Trance

Marketing and the ‘feeling’ of being controlled

Working with Simultaneous Subjects

Every Mind is Different

Spirals Don’t Hypnotise People - Hypnotists Do.

Trance, Dance and Communication

Chekhov’s Gun and Planting Suggestions Early

Passifying Terminology.

ABT - Always Be Trancing

Know this!✍

“Hhhhh… hhhand,” Darla moaned, suddenly very aware of how difficult it had become to express anything more than the simplest and smallest of thoughts. Georgia’s fingers were wrapped around her soft pink breasts, constantly teasing the dark brown nipples until they stood up like bullets, and it was all making Darla so damn crazy with lust that her normally-sharp brain had slowed down to a crawl. She had one thing and one thing only on her sluggish mind, and that was the orgasm that drifted perpetually just ahead of her in a warm red fog of tantalizing lust. And she–she couldn’t hold onto a train of thought, either. She was just saying ‘hand’, but the reasoning behind it had already slipped out of her muzzy head, leaving behind only pleasure and arousal.

Was she thinking of Georgia’s hands? They felt  so good right now; Darla couldn’t remember a time when simply being touched and caressed like this had made her so fucking stupid with lust. “It’s okay, sweetie pie,” Georgia whispered, her breath rushing intimately into Darla’s open mouth as she broke the train of sluggish and bewildered thought with another potent kiss. “You don’t need to worry about it. You don’t need to think about anything at all.” Darla shivered with desire, and a part of her gratefully sank down deeper into the sea of pleasure that was already threatening to overwhelm her… but another part of her recognized those soft, dulcet tones that were so different from Georgia’s usual speaking voice. She–she was talking differently like that for a reason, wasn’t she?

With a titanic effort, Darla forced herself to concentrate on a single mental effort despite the constant arousal that fuzzed up her thoughts with static and made her want to stop thinking and hump the warm hand on her slick pussy. She thought back, back to the last moment when her mind seemed lucid and clear, and recognized that her sluggish brain wasn’t just sluggish because she was so fucking goddamn horny right now and the fingers were rubbing her clit rubbing rubbing her clit rubbing her clit– “Fuck!” she gasped explosively, almost losing track of herself in a moment of near-orgasmic pleasure. She held on, albeit only barely. She’d realized that she wasn’t just drunk with lust right now. She was hypnotized.

Georgia had hypnotized her. Georgia had hypnotized her slowly, subtly, inducing so much arousal and desire into Darla’s sleepy mind that by the time she realized what was happening, she was too turned on to do anything but surrender to the bliss of the other woman’s touch and lose herself in the sheer sexual heat of it all. Her thoughts had dissolved like cotton candy into a warm, sticky mess of lust, and she couldn’t focus and she couldn’t think and she couldn’t make sense of the strange little anomaly that kept nagging at her and preventing her from slipping away completely. Every time she tried, Georgia’s hands squeezed her breasts or rubbed her nipples or played with her soaking cunt or–

She almost got it then. Darla managed to get as far as counting the hands caressing her naked body and coming up with a number that didn’t sound right even to her confused and befuddled brain. But before she could wonder where Georgia’s husband was, and what he was doing while they were having sex in his bedroom, a finger skated over her clit and the thought crumbled into helpless bewilderment. “H-hand?” Darla managed to murmur out, but it was the last fragment of an already-lost notion and it soon melted into slick, wet pleasure and was gone.

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Valentine Spa

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Warning: May contain covert hypnosis and triggers.

Rachel looked down at the coupon “Valentine Spa: Experience a new you”. She had received the coupon from her friend Sherry. Sherry was so happy and insistent that Rachel had to try this amazing experience for herself. Rachel was sure the “Life changing” description was just overzealous marketing. No spa could be that amazing. But Sherry talked so beautifully about the place that Rachel almost believed her.

The background music in the waiting room was strange but very soothing. Rachel found herself drifting into a daze. It was as if her thoughts were being drained away, leaving her mind blissfully empty. Like when you’re reading a pleasant story and your own thoughts seem to fade into the background, to be replaced by the writers words. You find your breathing slowing and slowing. And before you know it, you’re blissfully mindless.

Rachel lost track of time before the attendant showed up to invite her into the treatment room. The room was plain and modern, with grey walls and surrounded by accent lighting. It was empty except for a large screen and a very plush, comfortable looking chair. She was instructed to sit down and get comfortable. Allow yourself to relaxand get comfortable. There was going to be an instructional video to watch before her massage. It didn’t take long for Rachel to relax in the chair. It seemed to envelope her and the tension immediately began to flow away from all her muscles.

The video began with videos of waterfalls and serene gardens. Then slowly transitioned into an alluring pink spiral. Rachel could feel herself being drawn into it. As you stare into the pulsing pink spiral you’re just going to sink, sink deep into mindless obedience for me. She was scarcely aware of words and images flashing in the pink swirls. The pulsing spiral just drew her deeper and deeper into blissfulmindlessness. While the words began shaping her new self.

After some time Rachel found herself fantasizing about being mindlessand obedient, a good girl, a fuck toy. She thought about how good it would feel to wrap her warm, soft lips around a hard cock. It feels so good to please. Rachel just wanted to please. You only want to please. Rachel thought about how her tight, wet pussy needed to be used. Needed to please her owner’s cock. She wished she was owned. She wished someone would make her obey, make her property, fuck her. “Good girls fuck”she thought.

Rachel was barely conscious when the attendant lead her into the massage room. She was instructed to undress and lay on her back the table. Rachel was normally shy about exposing herself. But it didn’t seem to bother her here. She quickly shed all her clothes and laid on the massage table, completely exposed. The music in the background was still keeping her relaxedand mindless. A few minutes later a dark haired man came into the room.

He began massaging her shoulders and telling her how good and cooperative she was being. He said the treatment was going to work very well for her and Rachel was going to be a whole new person soon, a “Good girl”. Rachel’s body shuddered with pleasure at this phrase. She didn’t understand why but it just felt so good now. His hands moved down her breasts. She never thought of objecting. It just felt so good. Getting wetter? Her arousal was growing and her thoughts became more and more cloudy. He place two fingers on her lips. She instinctively opened her luscious lips and began to suck.

His hands slide down, began to massage her thighs, around her pussy. He told Rachel how she had a perfect cunt for pleasing cock, how she was going to please his cock, how she was going to be his obedient fuck toy. Rachel should have been outraged. She should have ran away. But she just squirmed and moaned in blissful mindlessness, just like you will. Nod.

His fingers probed and rubbed her needy cunt. He told her she needed this. He told her how her need to please cock was building, how the pleasure was swelling up inside her and how she was going to explode with pleasure if he instructed her to. Rachel was soon on the edge, ready to cum violently on Master Passion’s fingers. Rubyour needy cunt. You must obey. But he instructed her to be a good girl and not to cum without permission. Rachel just nodded compliantly.

He brought her to the edge, then slowed down, over and over, for what seemed like an eternity. The entire time he instructed her that she was his property now. She needed to obey. She needed to please. She knew he was right. You need to please. She knew she was his helpless fuck toy now. Her mind felt like it had drained away and the only thoughts left in her head were his, his words, his desires.

She was instructed to get on her knees. Rachel complied. All she could do at this point was obey. He took out his cock and held it in front of her face. Rachel immediately began enthusiastically sucking his cock. It felt so good in her mouth. She needed to please this cock. She craved his cum, yearned to feel this hard cock throbbing in her mouth. Rachel couldn’t think about anything except pleasing this cock.

Then he laid Rachel down on the table. Her pussy was already dripping in anticipation. The phrase “Good girls fuck” was swirling around in her mind. She didn’t know if the training video had put it there, the background music or the constant verbal reminders that she needed to be a good girl for him. Feeling her pussy stretched around his card cock just seemed to drain away whatever was left of her mind. Feelyour pussy being stretched around my hard cock as it fills you. Each thrust of his cock seem to push her thoughts away.

He just used her. His hard, bare cock thrusting into her over and over. Rachel couldn’t move, couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. All she could do was moan. She was his helpless fuck toy. She was his property and he could do whatever he pleased. Rachel just wanted to please. You need to please Master Passion. Feelmy hard cock inside you, fucking you. She hoped her tight, wet cunt would give him pleasure. Her body craved her Master’s warm cum.

She felt his cock throb inside her. An enormous sensation of pleasure swelled up inside her. Rachel’s body tensed up. She felt her pussy quiver around his hard shaft as he continued to fuck her. Rachel experienced her pussy being pumped full, wave after wave of warm cum. Experience your pussy being filled by my cum. She couldn’t contain it any more. Her entire body convulsed and spasmed as she climaxed violently on his cock. Her pussy squeezing more and more cum out of him.

“Master’s cum makes me cum” She moaned, almost incoherently.

He laid an appointment card in front of her face. “Good girl. You’re such a good fuck toy now. I’ll see you next Thursday at 1:00. Fuck doll sherry says you should be ovulating then.” Rachel felt her pussy clench at the idea of being bred by her new Master.

“Yes Master. Thank you for your cum Master.” Rachel replied with a smile