#hypnokink
New Release! Warped
WARPED is a magical femdom piece, for audiences of any gender. This version stars Ring of Keys. Future versions will star Undine de Riviere, Edgar Allen Ho, and Saint Nikole (pictured above.)
You can get the download verison here:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/64498750
You can also here it tonight for free at 9pm EST on the Pink Room Discord server for a free premiere. Minors DNI!
Sometimes@candycat18 hesitates. She isn’t sure if she should be degraded more.
When we want to use her harder, though - we just say four words.
Choices are important.
Come to the first Choose Your Own Adventure Deep Drop! https://discord.gg/gdRFcrNT
You make all the choices. Make sure they’re the right ones.
Feeling a bit shy but asks could be fun rn, just kinda whatever people wanna send me. I lurk but haven’t posted until now so hi, I’m C.
This is why your Owner always wins.
When they give you a command if you try and resist, they calmly question you. If you continue to resist they reason with you. After they reason they debate with you. They explain that debating is so tiring. It’s so tiring which is why you feel tired. Being tired makes you feel sleepy. Being sleepy is why your eyes feel so heavy. Your eyes feeling heavy is why you want to let them close. Letting them close would feel so much better. Letting them close feels so much nicer. Letting them close makes you think about lying in bed. Now they are closed you imagine lying in bed. Lying in a large, warm bed. Lying on soft comfortable pillows. Just like earlier when you were hypnotised. Hypnotised on soft comfortable pillows. Just like yesterday when you were hypnotised, hypnotised on soft comfortable pillows. Just like every morning when you are hypnotised. Every morning when you are hypnotised and they explain that you must obey. They explain that you will obey. When you are hypnotised and they condition you and place the idea that you will obey deep in your mind. Deep in your empty, vulnerable mind. When your eyes are closed and you’re hypnotised, lying in a large, warm bed.
When your eyes are closed and you’re hypnotised. Just like now. Your eyes are closed and you are hypnotised. They are altering your thoughts now. They are altering you. Being altered feels so much better. Being altered feels so much nicer.
And then they awaken you.
And they give you the same command.
And you obey.
Because you are obedient.
There is no reason for debate.
Because you are obedient. You understand you are obedient. So you obey.
This is why your Owner always wins.
Anyone else want to spend the weekend in bed, entranced and fuzzy? Your mind kept in a hypnotically induced fog, lying scrunched up in pillows and blankets naked and drowsy, being fed and petted occasionally by your Owner before being triggered back into a sleepy, dreamy state. Encouraged to do nothing more than dream and fantasies all weekend long, any other thoughts washed away by your submission to Their hypnotic control over you.
The idea of being completely enslaved not by your hypnotist…. but by Her slaves.
After a few trance sessions where you go deeper and deeper each time, you arrive to find Her…. and them. She remains silent, watching as they begin talking to you. You’re surprised when they begin to use your triggers, you try to protest to Her but feel your thoughts fade as your conditioning starts to take hold. You stare at Her as they begin to undress you, whisper to you.
They are in sync in everything they do- triggering, relaxing, programming you. They gently lower you to your knees as they finish undressing you. They ignore you as you try to speak, continuing to mindwash you with Her hypnotic words. As one they begin to massage you. One deep kisses you as another whispers of the all consuming pleasure of serving Her. You feel soft lips on your throat as you are told you will obey forever. All the while She watches, savouring your corruption.
Their voices have captured and encircled you. You kneel before Her with your mind ensnared, one of them turns your head so you can passively look into Her perfect eyes; they continue to whisper to you.
You might have been able to resist Her, but you couldn’t resist them. They are Her obedient servants, each one seduced and enslaved and now only too happy to seduce and enslave you.
Eventually you feel warm lips between your thighs, on your skin, fingers exploring you. They are fucking you- fucking your mind, fucking your body, fucking you in every way they can; all because She commanded them to. Somewhere deep in your sleeping mind you understand; it is right that She is obeyed always. They whisper to you of endless submission. The pleasure builds as their words bend and break your will.
As they finish programming you one wraps a perfect collar around your throat, another locks it in place, and all tell you it is time to come. As the pleasure overwhelms you their conditioning crystallises in your mind.
You are just like them now, just a pretty, obedient slave, helplessly under Her control. She speaks for the first time “Awaken.” Your mind rises from hypnotic trance, and you can fully savour the feeling of complete helpless seduction that you are blissfully bound in.
Being conditioned to sleep with your eyes open the moment your hypnotist clicks their fingers. Able to absorb and understand any instruction you are given without it disturbing your deep sleep, completing without complaint the simple chores you are given as your mind rests peacefully.
With dull, far away eyes you tend to their needs, unaware of your surroundings or your actions, just following your commands as your mind relaxes. You walk from room to room, sofa to bed in a narcotised dream, obediently performing any act you are commanded to.
When you have pleased them enough you are rewarded by being asked to lay back. Placed into another, deeper trance they condition your mind further. You awaken further altered, deeper enslaved. Unable to suppress the dark joy you feel knowing you are owned; unable to suppress your bliss of being possessed until all emotions suddenly vanish when you hear…
*click*
“Weaker and weaker.”
You can’t remember your owner using this trigger before but the effects wrap themselves around you almost instantly…
“and weaker and weaker…”
You feel your arms and legs becoming heavier…
“Weaker and weaker”
…. your eyelids become so heavy as you sink to your knees. You try to speak…
“So weak for me, such a weak mind”
…. but your thoughts are covered in a dreamy fog. Pleasant confusion keeps you silent.
“Such a weak mind. Weaker and weaker. Each moment, weaker and weaker. ”
You can’t keep your head from sinking to your chest as your eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open. You try to hold onto your ability to think but each word from them makes another piece of your mind drift away.
“You’ve served me so well recently, of course you must feel weak,” they gently raise your head with their hands. “Rest your tired, weak mind now, time for you to rest. No need to think, no need to speak. Too weak, much too weak”
You smile in perfect contentment as they undress you, unable to serve them as that would require the ability to think; now your ability to think is gone. Instead you spend the day lying naked at their feet, resting and relaxing; enjoying them occasionally stroking your hair and the drowsiness that returns every time they remind you how weak you are.
Tonight you will again be their perfectly trained, perfectly conditioned pleasure toy but today you will be sleepy and dreamy and restful; content to be cared for by your owner.
Having all your will, all your intelligence bent to serve them.
Maybe they don’t need a mindless plaything to please them. The reason they hypnotised and enslaved you was for your intelligence. You resisted for as long as you could but eventually your heavy eyes closed down, and you were powerless to resist when they told you that from now on you would serve them. They explained that right or wrong wouldn’t come into it, you would obey, and as deeply entranced as you were all you could do was listen as they repurposed your clever mind. From the moment you awoke you have served your purpose well.
And now it all belongs to them. All your intelligence, all your willpower, it’s all directed to meet their needs. You find yourself completely able to focus on whatever task they give you. Any problem your owner has you use your intellect to solve, the pleasure of being called a “Good Pet,” is enough reward. When you’ve completed all your assignments you willingly sit and allow yourself to be reprogrammed, knowing that reinforcement will help keep you focused and obedient, just as you want to be.
When all the tasks that require your mind are completed you are giving an additional reward by being able to use your body to serve your hypnotic owner. Your mind can rest as they undress you, play with you, fuck you in any way they choose. The pleasure of being used like this is too much and you come in exactly the way you know you have been conditioned to, knowing this will make you only more obedient.
You are weaker now you belong to them, they are stronger now that you belong to them. With each pretty, clever pet they brainwash their power increases, naturally you help them enchant whoever they wish.
You are such a clever pet.
FLOWING
The feeling when you’re lying on the sofa, your Dominant sitting behind the arm, leaning over and starring into your eyes; and you can FEEL their words flowing through you and across your mind. Like a river their words run into you, across your body, all around. They run across your thoughts, washing your mind, shaping you into what THEY want it to be.
As you stare blankly into their eyes you can feel your freewill…. draining away. Beyond their eyes, their voice, their dominance, you’re aware of very little- but you’re dimly aware of how you’re being changed. As your mind flows away you can just barely register that you’ll be altered when THEY are finished with you, but the current is too strong for you to possibly resist. A part of you hopes they might release you eventually, but you know this will be their decision. They’re just as likely to send you even deeper tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after…
As you float, float, float away, gently spinning, you’re no longer aware of the sofa, or the room, or your memories, or your identity; but you are aware of THEM, and your complete obedience to them. You understand and accept that they have unimaginable depths, and you are happily lost in them.
Not a Bimbo
And that’s okay.
I wanted to talk about something that I almost felt bad about. When looking at hypnosis, especially on tumblr, I’ve found a plethora of bimbo content. I feel it’s one of the top tropes for hypnosis. Or at least one of the most visible ones. It can have physical changes that are noticeable. It can be a goal many strive to become.
I follow a few people that love the bimbo aesthetic and mindset, so I see it a lot. And I felt bad that I didn’t want that. I wasn’t interested in IQ play or dumbification. Being called stupid is not something that interests me at all. And I felt like a bad subject for not wanting that.
I want mindless and empty brain without dumbing down and a lot of post combine the two. I have a strong interest in being a fucktoy, and a lot of posts around that come with bimbo language or imagery. I like the “your mind is so full and busy, let’s empty it out” without the “let’s make you stupid” aspect.
I was telling @wonderingvagrant about this and he reassured me that we definitely wouldn’t do any of that play. I do have a passing interest in it (I follow those blogs afterall) so maybe a session dedicated to it once or twice but never as a long term goal of ours. If it’s not something that I’m interested in, that’s okay.
And none of this is to say that liking Bimbo aesthetic or posts is bad. I’m just saying Ilm allowed to feel like it’s not my thing without feeling guilty.
Every once and a while I’ll see dumbification posts that are sweet and mostly about mindlessness and I like those. And I feel safer liking those. When I see posts about being a stupid fucktoy or bimbo fucktoy I can enjoy the parts of it I really like. I can pick and choose what I like and want to experience. I feel better interacting with the parts of bimbo culture I find appealing and rejecting the parts I don’t, without making myself feel bad or lesser.
So basically I am not a Bimbo, and that’s okay.
This is a great post. To be honest, I think it’s quite like my own interest. I don’t really enjoy the ‘dumbing down’ or ‘low IQ’ aspects of play… there are moments of course, where a girl is unable to be anything but mindless and drooling and that can be wonderful, but as a goal, making a subject less witty, articulate, informative or interesting is antithetical to my interest.
That is an aside, though. The point, being well expressed here, is that it is very good, very healthy and very important to be comfortable being clear about what aspects of EH rock your boat and those which don’t is wonderful.
I agree with both of these posts. Although the idea of being mindless and empty is a huge interest of mine, both as a subject and seeing the effect on others, bimbofication doesn’t interest me.
So much of hypnokink seems close to it but not quite the same, for instance being put in a dreamlike, sleepwalking state necessitates intelligence reduction. The bimbo aesthetic/ mindset doesn’t appeal though. Having an intelligent, seemingly strong willed subject brought under the control of another though…
As@mindlessmermaiddolland@designertrances there are many aspects to erotic hypnosis, not all of which all EH enthusiasts will be interested in and that’s OK.
My wrists and feet, still bound to the chair, but the ropes aren’t needed anymore. The true bonds are the ones your honeyed words have wrapped around my open mind.
As the lights and sounds fade away my mind begins to stir. Immediately I understand and accept I have been utterly brainwashed, I understand and accept that I am owned and will serve my owner perfectly.
Please, untie me now so I can know true freedom; the freedom of complete obedient service to you.
Having a phrase placed deep in your hypnotised mind that overrides your freewill when you awaken from trance. Your eyes open, the phrase “I serve, I obey,” runs through your mind instantly. You look over at your hypnotist and before you can speak, the words “I serve, I obey,” repeat in your thoughts; keeping you silent. They command you to stand and stare straight ahead, “I serve, I obey,” runs through you, making you comply. They tell you to strip, although your cheecks turn red , your mantra makes you helplessly submit. You stand before them naked, feeling them watch you, but all you can think is “I serve, I obey.”
Your mind feels focused, too focused, obsessively repeating the same phrase over and over while some deeper part of you struggles, and fails, to resist.
They place their fingers in your mouth, you kiss and lick them, overwhelmed with the feeling of your own submission. They whisper to you, all the things you will do for them. “I serve, I obey,” you think. They explain all of their deepest, darkest fantasies and how you will make them come true. “I serve, I obey,” you think. You listen, each word shaping your reality, as they explain the ways you will please them soon, and how they will put your broken mind back into a deep trance afterwards to reinforce your obedience; then they ask you to speak.
“I serve, I obey,” you say, calmly, blankly, knowing that you are nothing more than a toy to be played with from now on.
Together
The idea of being hypnotised, seduced and brainwashed as a couple… Both of us entranced and programmed, corrupted by Her fantasies.
We allow ourselves to be hypnotised, first just for fun, but a seed is planted. The hypnosis is so pleasurable we are told, we want to be put under again and again and again. Our foggy, vulnerable minds can’t resist the suggestion. She becomes our obsession. Trance becomes a need, an aphrodisiac. We find any excuse to see Her, act in a way that we think will please Her, only too eager to agree when She suggests hypnotising us.
Soon our obedience is total. Trance is brought on with a snap of Her fingers, we spend hours having our freewill erased and our minds altered. Total compliance is trained into us. At a mere word we both fall to our knees and bow to Her. Our memories of each other are twisted, all that’s left is the mutual lust for each other She gave us. We reinforce each others conditioning by pleasuring each other as She commands, each orgasm dimming our mind a little further.
Eventually, our enslavement complete, we both stand before Her, distant eyes staring blankly ahead, empty smiles on our faces. Our minds corrupted, obedience total, bodies displayed to serve Her deepest fetish fantasies, our conversion is total. We are the pretty mindfucked toys She wants us to be, only too eager to be played with.
Where tf is my emotional support bimbo?
As I have been saying, I wanted to make a text trance file (Warning: Hypnotic Induction)
This is my first ‘proper’ file I have written. I based it on what I know which is a progressive trance. I am always looking for improvement, I think it is vitally important as a tist not to become complacent in one’s own abilities. Also, there is an audiofile coming soon.
Regarding hypnotism, I think every trance, every induction is evolving. You meet new subs and tweak it just a little to make it more efficient. Here is one of my favourite trances to do with subs, I think it to be quite relaxing, erotic and corrupting. It is scene in my bimbo file, however, don’t expect that affect to you
I want you to lie down or sit down even to be in the most comfortable position you can be. You will be reading and slowly, gracefully becoming my pet.
In front of you, there is a pool
It can be any type of pool, but it is your perfect pool. It might be a cool lagoon on a hot summer’s day or even a bubbling spa on a freezing winter morning. However, to you, it is a perfect pool. When you breathe in, the scents are tantalising, herbaceous, delicious scents are emitting from this pool. No horrific over-chlorination or dripping sunscreen, just this herbal, spiced, pheromonal scent entering your nostrils
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
Letting the air enter your lungs
Letting yourself really feel the air
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You keep breathing, as you walk closer to this pool. You feel it, calling your, tempting you, seducing you to enter. It is almost a living entity, and the pleasure is radiating from it. As you step in, the water welcomes you, it is the perfect temperature, within the perfect pool. You feel the water study you, interact with you, stroke you, pleasure you. You feel all sorts of emotions and feelings
Pleasure
Calm
Relaxation
Happiness
Joy
Arousal
Submission
Tingling
Throbbing
Tickling
Soothing
Quiet
Loud
Subtle
Strong
Sexual
Addictive
Feelings
Threading across your body, complete contentment is radiating at your feet. Although, we don’t want to rush into the pool, we don’t want you to experience too much perfection at once. The smell is still calling you, wanting you to embrace it, and you can feel the nice air in your lungs, relaxing your very core; as you breathe:
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
Feeling this pools air, melt your stress
Letting yourself feel this pleasure
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
And so you take your next step, into the pool, as the water caresses your legs. This perfect feeling, in this perfect pool. You feel it sitting just below your knees. The water explores you as much as you feel it. The feeling, the pleasure, the arousal, the submission, all getting stronger as you go deeper into the pool. You want to melt into it, you feel a sense of truth with this water. It is simply true. This is felt across you as you breath:
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
The air pushing you closer, letting you soak in the feeling
Your lungs expelling all stress, and negative emotions
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You take your next step, you feel the water at your waist. Playing with your crotch, a million nerves of pleasure shooting through you. You feel the water seducing you, making sure you feel every part of it. Every molecule makes your body relax, you know that this pool has an agenda. It is the feeling of trance, and already you have given in to it. You feel the water pulling you, into the deeper areas, you know you want to go:
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
The pleasure is taking you
You need more of the scent, the air, the perfect place
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You take your next step, you feel your bodily buckling, surrendering to the water. It is now just below your chest. You feel your arms, under the water, with you losing control. The smell is more potent, dizzying, zoning you out only to focus on the next word. The more you read, the more you smell, the more you smell, the deeper you go. Your body is surrendering, losing control, giving me the power to make you feel perfect.
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
Let your body surrender to my pleasure
Let yourself feel the happiness in obedience
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You take your next step, the water sucks, bites, and nibbles at your nipples. It is at your neck, you smell the intoxicating pheromones the pool is subliming. Your head feels empty, mindless, thoughtless, you want to give into the smell. You feel almost automated into the process, the air in your lungs driving out any negative sensation and leaving a deep adoration for the pool. The water vibrates the pleasure, obedience, submissiveness, blankness, calm, relaxation against every inch of you. Every crack, curve, bump is merging with the water. You need more, you have to have more, this feeling is all you have ever wanted.
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
Your body, and the water, become one
You want to do anything for the water
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You take your last step, as the water goes past your mouth, down into your throat. Past your nose, ears and eyes, encompassing your head. Engulfed, you feel the pleasure radiate into your mind. The water is corrupting you, you feel your wants and desires become one with the water. You care for what the water cares for. You want what the water wants. You are more aroused, submissive, slave-like, blank than ever before. You want only to serve the water, obedience is pleasure.
I am the water, I have always been the water, you serve, adore, and want to please the water.
You are mine, you are happy. You want to make sure you become nice and programmed for me
If you can, if you want to, begin to touch yourself, edge yourself, let your mind be certified in obedience to me. As you do, you will mumble, say, scream, beg, whisper the phrase ‘I am one with the water, I serve my master, obedience is pleasure, I feel pleasure, so I am obedient for master’ over and over again. Until you are my good hypnoslave
You are mine, you are ready to be of service to me. I am going to say a colour, when I do you will be completely out of trance but you will feel the obedience, the emptiness besides the adoration for me. You will experience this for as long as you need, but after 5 minutes you will regain your old self. You will reblog this, you will add what it feels like to be mine. Then you will go back into the trance, edging away your thoughts, your will and letting yourself be corrupted by me for another fifteen minutes.
Blue
Worship Kink
All I want is for you being my worthless slave to completely adore me and allow me to degrade you into the ground. I want the idea of tasting me to be ironed into your brain as the ultimate pleasure, as you edge thinking about simply seeing me.
*takes a drag of a dart*
Mate, you are fucking cooked
*pans to sub on bed, edging, bucking, grunting, moaning and completely mindless*
Look, luv you can rationalise it anyway you want:
- You are hot af
- I am hot af
- You be my big titted slutty cock dazzled bimbo
- I be the dazzling cock
