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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.

Hush

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.

Arousal

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 obey, master’

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Constant Compulsion

Hypnosis is an incredibly powerful tool, when utilised correctly can lead to rewarding results. The simply dizzying feeling is fine, however, establishing a compulsion is the ultimate goal.

I want my voice, my words gnawing at the back of your mind constantly. Relentlessly transforming you, corrupting you, and making you into the true pet I want.

It should be a constant battle for you, at work, in the gym, or simply just at the supermarket. That desire, that compulsion to simply edge away your voice, your identity, your purpose and become your perfect self, mine.

nordicdomblr:

As a morning exercise I want every sissy following this blog to repeat a mantra to themselves. Repeat it just once, twice or several times, it doesn’t matter as long as you take it to heart. You will live by these words, and you will accept them as undoubtedly true. They will form the core of your future self.

‘I have surrendered my manhood to become a woman - I am happy to be a girl.’

Repeat those words to yourself. A loud or quietly. You can whisper it to yourself, or you can write it down on a note. Make sure that every morning you wake up, this is the first thought that comes to you. Even before you start craving that morning cup of coffee, or that warm shower, or that healthy breakfast. This mantra is what you will more than anything want to remember each time you wake up from your beauty sleep.

And if you already sleep in a nightie then you’re one step ahead of the other sissies that desperately need more training.

manisking:

slutcomplimenter:

One of my followers is a reforming feminist, now working to become the perfect whore for men. To aid her in this quest, I message her mantras for her to repeat during her breaks each day. I figured I might as well make these available for all whores to train themselves with. Remember, it is most pleasing to men if you are already well-trained when he decides to use you.

1.  This one comes from the Bible: 

“I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man. She must be quiet.”

                      -1 Timothy 2:12

2. “My mouth is for servicing, not for speaking”

3.  ”Pain reminds me who I am and where I belong”

4. “When my pussy is full I am full, when my pussy is empty I am empty. I need men to be complete”

5.  ”Men don’t care about what I have to say, only about what services I can provide them with

6. “My asshole feels too tight and it makes me uncomfortable. I need a man to loosen it up for me”“

7. “I am an object, not a person”

8. “Better to be dumb and pretty than just plain dumb”

9. “I will serve my God and drink his cum, and be rewarded. I love to kiss his feet and worship his cock”

10. “Cum is sufficient nutrition”

11. “I am a toilet. It is entirely normal for men to piss in my mouth. It is entirely normal for me to piss in my own mouth. I am a toilet”

12. “Semen is an important part of my diet. It prevents me from withing away.”

13. “Male approval is the sole way a cunt like me may find happiness”

14. “The only reason men prefer my company to that of a blow-up doll is because my holes feel slightly better on their cocks”

15. find a photograph of a fleshlight. Stare at it. Think about how it is like you. Both of you were made to please men. Both of you are good for nothing except fucking. Both of you are sex toys. Continue to contemplate while staring at the picture)

16.“I am not human. I am a decoration. I am a sex toy. I am a urinal. This is the full extent of what I am and the full extent of what I will ever be. I am worthless”

17. “When I am not filled with piss and cum I feel like I am starving”

 18. “I am sorry I was born with a cunt”.

19. ”The gash between my legs marks me as an inferior being”

20. “Mantra for today: “I aspire to be silicone”

21. “I should dress like a whore so that men may objectify me more full

22. Look in the mirror and think the words “Fuckhole, meatbag, garbage, filth, slime, cunt” over and over again until they have been adequately internalized

Worth repeating twice a day!

This is exactly what women should be telling themselves.  They need to repeat these mantras until they accept that they are sub-human fucktoys.

manisking:

ownedbyk9master:

womenaremeat:

daddysdumblittlebitch:

I have no rights
I’m not a human being
I am an object for my masters use or any other man above me
I am useless
I am a waste of air
I am a waste of life
I need abuse n name calling
I am only good for my holes
Please treat me like the worthless cunt I am for my sake

She gets it.

a cunt’s affirmation.

This is a great mantra for all of my female followers.  Make sure to say this to yourself at least once a day!

@ninotbh

self liberation mantra

MAYA SHANKA MOHINI LANKA TYAGAM TYAGAM OM

jukeboxemcsa:

“There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet.” Dahlia swore every day she wasn’t going to say it again, and every day she wound up betraying herself. Her free hand unthinkingly reached up to press a phantom earbud into her ear, even though she had long ago memorized the mantra of mindless obedience that melted her pussy into a dripping mess of helpless, irresistible arousal. Some habits were just difficult to break… and Dahlia was finding that out the hard way.

“Puppets don’t think. They just repeat what the puppet master says.” Dahlia’s fingers slid in and out of her pussy, feeling the slick flesh welcome the intruding digits without any resistance. Dahlia could feel the resistance in her mind yielding in the same way, her thoughts aching to be fucked just as deeply as her wet cunt. She knew that she only programmed herself further every time she gave in and masturbated to her mantras of surrender and compliance, but that only made it hotter when she stopped struggling and let the urge to play with herself take over.

“And what a puppet repeats, a puppet believes. Puppets can’t disagree with a puppet master.” Dahlia could feel it again, the desperation beginning after only a few minutes. It was always the same, every single day when she got home from work–all day long, she would tell herself that she wasn’t going to masturbate today, that she was going to break the cycle of arousal and pleasure that led inevitably to her moaning in orgasm as she repeated Master’s words. And every single day, when she got in the car for the drive home, she would begin to feel her resolve crumbling as the memories of how good it felt to surrender teased away at her cunt.

“And if a puppet can’t think… and a puppet can’t disagree… a puppet can, can only… obey.” It was the same thing today. Dahlia’s treacherous, lustful subconscious bargained her down from ‘no masturbation’ to ‘masturbation, but not to Master’s porn’ to ‘Master’s porn can be on the screen, but we won’t recite our mantra’. And even that melted away when she got her fingers inside herself, the rhythm of her fucking so deeply conditioned to the rhythm of Master’s words that she began to repeat her programming before she even realized she was saying it.

“P-puppet… obeys when the puppet master tells her to fuck. Puppet, ohhhh, fucks her hand f-for, for the puppet mmmmmmhhhh… master.” Dahlia’s eyes went unfocused for a moment as she strained to hold back her climax. She wasn’t allowed to cum yet. She wasn’t done programming herself. Master wanted her brain good and foggy before she could give in and let the pleasure of brainwashing herself crash in on her. Dahlia had a timer. She swore she wasn’t going to set it, but… but Dahlia was getting very good at convincing herself to obey. Or very bad at resisting, she wasn’t sure which anymore.

“Master’s will… puts Puppet’s hand…. in Puppet’s. Cunt.” Dahlia sighed, the burden of thought tumbling from her grasp as the pleasure took over. She could think about how deeply programmed she was becoming another time. She could think about everything later, everything but how good it felt to play with herself and obey. That would be easier. She could resist later. She always told herself that, and sometimes she even believed it.

“There’s a hand in my cunt. That makes me a puppet. Puppets don’t think, they just repeat what the puppet master says. And what a puppet repeats, a puppet believes. Puppets can’t disagree with a puppet master. And if a puppet can’t think, and a puppet can’t disagree, a puppet can only obey. Puppet obeys when the puppet master tells her to fuck. Puppet fucks her hand for the puppet master. Master’s will puts Puppet’s hand in Puppet’s cunt. There’s a hand…”

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Devotional Training: A mantra worth repeating.