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.
I talk about this a lot, the most erotic thing about hypnosis for me is the drop. The eyes fluttering a bit too much, perhaps the sub takes in a deeper than usual breath. The slight movement as they readjust their position, almost to combat this manifesting arousal spreading from their legs to the rest of the poor body
This is the most erotic thing, it is the beginning of me getting my way. The tendrils of temptation and desire beginning to tantalize your mind, the thoughts slowing down to make way for this behemoth of pleasure I will command you with.
How can one not be aroused by it, how can one simply acknowledge it? I want you squirming with the idea of my voice simply whispering away your identity and make your will, wishes, and purpose to be corrupted to seeing me as the only thing needed for your pitifulerotic happiness. This is where I get to make my bed, and I will certainly lie in it.
That is what I want to do to you, hush you. I want to silence the communication between that annoying voice in your head, those thoughts, those distractions. I want you to feel your mind cease, and ideas, thoughts, opinions vanish. You don’t need to think, you just need to listen and obey. Become hushed today.
One thing I love to do with my masochists in trance is make them think a pen is a tattoo gun. My sub wanted me to share this. This one could be the next Jackson Pollock
You are seated in a bed, the pillow supporting your lower back as you seem to sink deeper into the mattress. You know there is movement on the bed, as the mattress decompresses so do you, breathing out slowly, mechanically, and with such apathetic purpose. You don’t remember how you got there, but you don’t care. You remember caring, you remember caring quite a fair bit, concern, excitement, worry. However now, it is just the breathing and this spiral on the tv in front of you. It sinks, it twists, it drops, and you feel yourself go. The world is fading around you, just the breathing and spiral. Such complete contentment in yourself, there is no emotional drainage, there is no pressure, you feel as if the weight of being yourself is removed. Some part of you hears me, instructions, programming, and from that nothingness, there is a singularity. Nothing as complicated as emotion. Nothing as complicated as an idea.
It is a sense of purpose
It is a sense of obedience
It is a sense of pleasure
And you feel this arousal begin to boil, bubble, and metastasize into your body. Corrupting, controlling and you feel the compulsion, the need to respond to a simple question.
I wasn’t going to reblog this at first but it’s a good edit so why not.
Fallen Angel
Angel stared blankly at her phone, she snapped a few photos of her slutty outfit making sure her cleavage was clearly visible.
“Wait what am I doing? What am I wearing?! I don’t dress like this?”
A message from her friend popped up, she opened it and her face went blank again as a swirling spiral appeared on her screen. She posted the photos online and added hashtags like #bimbo, #bigtits, #Titsout, and #Slut.
When she got to the club she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and excited by all the hungry eyes checking out her body, she saw her friend and made her way over to him.
“You look great!” He said
“Thank you! I’m not really sure why I wore this though, it’s so unlike me to show off this much skin!” She said with a shy laugh.
Her friend eyed her tits “actually I think it’s just like you to show off, after all you’re a right slutty bimbo. In fact I think you should whip those big tits out right her in the club for all to see!”
She glared at him angrily “how dare you call me a slut! You know how shy I am and I can’t believe you’d even have the nerve to suggest that I would whip my ti-”
She stopped talking abruptly as her friend held up his phone, a colorful swirling spiral on the screen. Her hands moved up to her tiny top and with a single tug her voluptuous breasts popped out, men stared and cheered and started filming and taking photos of her.
The next thing she new she was in some backroom, people were filming her, she was moaning loud, she felt pleasure. Suddenly she realised what was happening, she was getting fucked by two men, her friend was fucking her pussy while a completely stranger was pounding away at her asshole.
Her previously virgin holes were being sullied as the whole event was being recorded and would no doubt provide wank fodder for hundreds if not thousands of people on the internet.
“What are you doing?!” She screamed “stop this right now!”
Her friend chuckled “we can’t stop now, we haven’t even cum yet, besides I promised all these fine gentlemen they could each have a turn, for a small fee of course.”
Her eyes widened “cum?! No you can’t cum inside me! I’m not on birth control and I’m ovulating! I can’t get pregnant my parents will kill me! Please pull out please please I don’t conse-”
She was cut off as her friend again held up the spiral on his phone in front of her eyes. “Please what?” He asked
“Please cum inside me Master” She replied in a monotone voice.
It wouldn’t be until the next day that she’d be sent a link to the video and be able to count how many men fucked and filled her holes that night, they were still gaped and leaking as she watched the video back.
Angel would continue to have moments of missing time, sometimes lasting days on end, she could only really tell how long had passed by looking down at her ever growing belly…
