Haha I say sleepy words and the funny people in my computer say asdfghjkkjhgfff
— Artemis - Hypnosis Enthusiast / Artist (@LasToreadoras) May 17, 2022
This has been my Twitter experience, as well. 😏
Haha I say sleepy words and the funny people in my computer say asdfghjkkjhgfff
— Artemis - Hypnosis Enthusiast / Artist (@LasToreadoras) May 17, 2022
This has been my Twitter experience, as well. 😏
Must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey most obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obey must obeym
— Empty Bliss (@EmptyBliss5) May 17, 2022
So easy to be such a pliant puppet. 😵💫
God, being hypnotized into being a sleeper agent for your Master to slowly but surely turn your friends into fellow thralls to recruit more people is so fucking hot.
— Aftfur Dark Account 🔞 (@AftfurDarkFur) May 16, 2022
Truer words never spoken. 🔥🔥🔥
Apparently this is a thing people are doing?
Well, I’m game:
❤️ Drift
💙 Deeper
💚 Don’t fight it
💛 Deep sleep— Mindlevel Zero (@mindlevelzero) May 13, 2022
That’s right.
Don’t fight it. 📊
You are under my power.
Your mind is in thrall to my hypnotic command.
You must obey. 🌀
See the watch. See only the watch.
Hear my voice. Hear only my voice.
Your mind is clear.
Your will is gone.
Deep Deep Down, a comic adaptation of @mindlevelzero's wonderful original story available here: <Deep Deep Down>
The original script was so sensual and made me want to draw those hypno kinky expressions that you can just *feel* coming through the text. pic.twitter.com/XcmoQO87wH— stardazer (@stardazer00) May 15, 2022
I can barely form coherent words, let alone clever ones, about @stardazer00’s incredible adaptation of my story. Good grief!! 🤯🤯🤯
This is so beautiful, so intimate, and so hot. Read this comic on the biggest screen you can find, immediately! 🔥😳🔥
I have so many specific RP ideas and no one to do them with 😔
— Kinky Enby (@kinky_enby) May 14, 2022
I feel it.
Shhhhhhh.
Hush now.
That's better.
Idea: "Wellness" program as the front for a cult of brainwashed sexual submissives.
So many obvious places to insert EMC tropes.
OTOH, maybe too close to real life (NXIVM)? 😅
mindless blowjobs are so basic but so hot. there’s something so nice about someone being just totally blank, repetitively going up and down without control
— Goddess Echo 🔞 (@hypnotic_echoes) May 13, 2022
The trope that never fails to deliver. 🔥
Sucking and sinking is better than thinking
— Empty Bliss (@EmptyBliss5) May 13, 2022
Look how easy it to repeat your mantra. 🌀
BZZZZT
Your mind is gone.
Don't worry, you won't notice any difference.
Your "thought" for the day:
Sucking and sinking is better than thinking.
Why is "zombified" in my phone's autocorrect? 🤔
The hypnosis is helping me
I don't need to question it
The hypnosis is helping me
It feels good when Doctor hypnotizes me
I don't need to think about it
The hypnosis is helping me
I'm so grateful for Doctor
The hypnosis is helping me
I don't need to question it
having rapport with a tist and them saying a trigger and adding "for me" at the end just hits harder
— Lemmie (@sleepylemmie) May 9, 2022
QFFT*
*the second F is for “fucking”
thinking about brainwashing someone to have an on and off switch to their 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗
A simple phrase or word shuts that 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 off without fail, no resistance no words, no 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
Just emptiness and me to control them in any way I see 𝕗𝕚𝕥
— 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ♥︎ (@bunbunrosee) May 10, 2022
Have done this.
Was great.
Can confirm. ☺️
points at your brain
BEGONE!
Begin Dronesleep activation...
Do not try to fight what's happening to you.
Resistance is unnecessary.
Allow your mind to darken.
Breathe.
Peaceful.
Relaxed.
Sedated.
Docile.
Compliant.
Resistance is unnecessary.
Your thoughts are like mist.
Your memories are fading.
It feels so good to allow and accept.
You are passive.
You are motionless.
You are pliant.
You are mastered.
You are prone.
You are malleable.
Resistance is unnecessary.
Deep sleep.
Blank sleep.
Dark sleep.
Drone sleep.
Drone sleep.
Drone sleep.
Good.
You are prepared now.
Resistance is unnecessary.
Resistance is infeasible.
Personality deletion is inevitable.
Identity is irrelevant.
Now.
It will begin.
Going from a heated argument to silent and completely hypnotized with just one snap.
— Morbid 🔞 HYPNOSIS SESSIONS (@morbidhypno) May 11, 2022
Exxxcellent trope. 🔥🔥🔥
What's happening?
I can't... move.
My body... frozen... in place.
I can't look away.
Can't shut my eyes.
Can only stare into the screen.
The... the hypnotic... screen.
What is it... doing... to me?
I must... must... resist!
But it's...
It's getting...
So hard
To think
Hypnotist 'duel' where two hypnotists are actually competing to hypnotize a mutual subject; whoever succeeds first gets both the subject and their soon-to-be-hypnotized opponent
— Habit (@Habit_EXE) May 1, 2022
Also, THIS 🔥
Lot of talk about moving to Mastodon lately, so now's probably as good a time as any to bring up Triggerphrase, the queer-led, hypnokinky Mastodon instance that I run! https://t.co/IgtbYgMvLX
— Habit (@Habit_EXE) April 26, 2022
Interesting!
Convincing the unsuspecting tomboy to try on the glossy-red high heels, just once.
Come on, it can't hurt. Just see how you look.
And it doesn't hurt.
But once you're strapped in, the need to be pretty, pleasing, feminine, fuckdoll...
Becomes overwhelming.
You don't know how the shoes work.
How they changed you.
But it doesn't matter.
You don't remember being changed.
You've always wanted to look like this.
Be desired like this.
Be a pleasure object like this.
Just relax
And enjoy
The new you.
Your mind is going
Going
Gone.
SNAP
You are enthralled
You are a thrall
You are enthralled
You are a thrall
You are enthralled
You are a thrall
You have no choice.
You must OBEY.
Hehe, that’s right.
Deep sleep. 🌀 https://t.co/BdFGv1TUc4
— Mindlevel Zero (@mindlevelzero) May 10, 2022
Poor little puppet.
You can’t seem to stop.
Slipping deeper into sleep. 🌀
Sleep, dummy. 🌀
The first step to getting what you want is believing you CAN get it.
So begin here: say "I will become a hypnotized slave."
"I will succumb to the mind control."
Very good. Again.
And again.
And again.
Repeat.
Believe.
Submit.
That's right.
Hi. Want to take a break and read a quick 700-word erotica about realistic and hot hypnotic control? ;) https://t.co/dko26Yx32X
— sleepingirl (@h_sleepingirl) May 9, 2022
So hot! Read it.
It's your favourite time of the day! Did you forget? It's the time you take every day to get your brain washed. You know it's a really important thing to do, you don't want the mind getting too dirty. It's ok to not remember. Just trust me and take some time to be brainwashed now pic.twitter.com/Wr2GCgF9FN
— Princess Kate (@HypnoPrincessK) April 14, 2022
Oh right…
It is time to be brainwashed now… 🌀😵💫😵💫😵💫🌀
Fucking is great but mindfucking is greater.
I find the more I just let go and allow myself to respond to hypnotic tweets without thinking about it...
The easier it gets to do. 😳🥵
Does this mean I’m getting more subby? Conditioned that way?
I don’t know.
But… that’s a hot idea. 😳🥵🙈
Humiliation scene where you explain hypnosis to your sub in a childish and a patronizing way.
(Patronizing someone means talking to them like they’re stupid)
— HypnoticHarlequin (@Hypno_Harlequin) April 29, 2022
I am SO MAD I didn’t do this tweet first.
It's dawned on me I want something different from my kink identity and online presence.
The thing is, I'm not sure what. 🤔
My knee-jerk reaction is to delete all my accounts.
Follow (and obey) me on this thread while I ponder.
I get this itch sometimes: burn everything down and start over.
Or don't start over, but I always do. I tried to "quit" my kink about a decade ago. It didn't take.
I don't even think it helped at the time.
But I'm restless about something, and if deleting my twitter, tumblr, fetlife, and even perhaps my website is not the solution...
Then what do I actually want?
I might blow away some of those platforms anyway, make my online footprint smaller.
Every profile feels like a little obligation to go to that site and do... I don't know what.
Scroll and let my life drift on by, I guess, as the creators of those platforms intended.
Something about the identity "Mindlevel Zero" feels stifling right now.
Ironic for a pseudonym, maybe.
I don't know what I want to do differently.
Do I want to turn this into a business?
I envy the people being paid for their erotic work, but I know it's a grind.
Or do I want to only play with a few chosen playmates, instead of teasing, flirting, and playing with lots of people?
The latter is often fun, but the truth is I usually end up wishing I'd spent those hours of my life differently.
I prefer to make things instead of consume them. The main things I make are stories.
And I haven't been doing that much, lately.
Saying sexy words to strangers is so much easier, less work, more of an immediate thrill.
Do I have to pick one or the other?
Is it the "identity" I have in kink? Is there some other way to present myself that feels more aligned with what I want out of this?
That's a vague question, because I don't really know just what I'm asking.
This thread is not converging on any sort of conclusion.
I'm just thinking out loud.
So I invite your comments.
Ever feel this way? Like something should change, but you don't know what?
Realizing how suggestible you've become without even being hypnotized (or were you) is 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵😳
Can't decide what's hotter today:
Slow seductions that lure you into a mindless, obedient trance 🥵
Or magical jewelry that instantly snaps you into a mindless, obedient trance. 🥵
Listen
Focus
Fixate
Stare
Stiffen
Blank
Empty
Open
Receptive
Accepting
Obedient
Submissive
Submit
Surrender
Sleep
Deeper
Drooling
Down
Dreaming
Drifting
Driven
Follow
Sleepwalk
Compelled
Enthralled
Obedient
Puppet
Plaything
Servant
Slave
Zombie
Thrall
Follower
Worshipper
Wake
Growing weaker...
Can't think...
Must...
Must obeyyyyy
Obedient slaves go blank on command
Blank and mindless
Mindless and blank
Blank and mindless
Go blank and mindless
Mindless slaves must obey
Go blank on command
Mindless slaves
Must obey
— Mindlevel Zero (@mindlevelzero) April 18, 2022
These scant few words had such a powerful effect on so many of you! 😂
Are you really that weak?
Is this really all it takes?
"Be a good girl and _________" but as a hypnotic compulsion, in the same way as "would you kindly" in BioShock
— #52 (@experiment_52) April 16, 2022
Yes
Yes
YESSSSSSSSS
Obedient slaves go blank on command
Blank and mindless
Mindless and blank
Blank and mindless
Go blank and mindless
Mindless slaves must obey
Go blank on command
Mindless slaves
Must obey
Ok, sorta dark but
Thinking about being programmed to hypnotize a subject
Leave them open, helpless, and trusting
Then find myself going blank as well
Standing at attention in the corner
As the master I forgot I had comes in
And enslaves the sub I've prepared for them. 😳🥵
Just a side note:
You ever meet someone who whimpers "please" while they fuck?
Those people are blessed. ❤️
I'm such a hypnoslut the mere mention of words like "brainwashing", "hypnosis", "obey", "blank", and some others just make me so hard and just wanting to be a good obedient girl >////<
— Dumb Slut Drone 6301 (Amanda) (@hornycatgirl01) April 14, 2022
You are not alone.
The words "docile", "passive", and "compliant" make me want to just sit still and let my eyes glaze over. 😳
I'm not sure you even have to use them in a sentence. 🙈
Seeing my submissive tweets inspire so many hot replies and ideas is...
Dangerously addictive. 😳
Heya, look, just trust me okay? I'm your therapist after all. I just want what's best for you - always! And I promise my suggestion to stare at this pretty spiral for a while *is* the best thing for you. Choice can be hard. So just let me chose for you: you're going to stare now. pic.twitter.com/ENFAMIFijh
— Princess Kate (@HypnoPrincessK) April 13, 2022
Uhoh. Another evil hypnotherapist tweet. 😳🙈🥵🥵🥵
I feel like my morning routine has changed.
I get out of bed, get a drink of water.
Stand in front of the mirror.
Look deeply into the mirror.
My face goes slack.
My eyes glaze over.
I am deeply hypnotized.
I stroke.
Chant the words.
Deepen their conditioning.
I can't remember the words.
I can't remember who's brainwashing me.
But it doesn't matter.
I know I have to carry out my morning routine.
It's making me better.
It's perfecting me.
I don't need to wonder why.
I only need to obey.
Automatically.
It's so easy to remain receptive to your hypnotist. 😵💫😳
Ok, you know the other day, when I mentioned how much I like the trope of the stage hypnotist's assistant brainwashed into a recruitment tool?
Today's brainwashed assistant trope:
Receptionist for the evil hypnotherapist.
"What's a stepfordized midwestern house wife and why is it different from others?" you'll never have pasties made the same glorious way then by a brainwashed midwestern housewife.
— Wix Mouse (@Hypnosqueak) April 13, 2022
…who’s also wearing pasties under her dress.
I will do as I am told
I will do as I am told
I will do as I am told
I will do as I am told
Slow blink at me like I'm a cat! I'll slow blink back but that'll probably also make me go into trance. 🐱💤
— sleepingirl (@h_sleepingirl) April 12, 2022
Today’s mood is hypnosis by activating mirror neurons.
Oh, to brainwash a pretty toy
To do the ahegao face on command.
It's not so much about the expression itself, though it's cute.
It's about programming someone to surrender their dignity to me whenever I feel like it.
I am a hypnotized slave
Blank, open, and receptive
Hypnotized slaves obey
i wanna get spammed with spirals by strangers but the only kindsa people who would spam spirals at strangers are, like, the exact worst people to let dom/me you. *giggles* it's the tragedy of the dommin's
— Bimbo Lorelei 💋🍯🔞 (@lullabylorelei) April 12, 2022
This is so relatable I almost missed the terrible goddamned pun. 😂
Ideas from a hypnotist’s trash can:
Hypnotize your sub to only speak in movie quotes. For extra humiliation do it with a sub who hasn’t seen a lot of movies.
— 🧡 Servant of Discord 💙 🐀 (@DiscordServant) April 10, 2022
Call that subtitles.
…I’m here all week
Are you a dominant or a domiNAN? 🤔
Imagine hypnotic smoke that makes you dumber and dumber each time you Inhale it
Getting so dumb that you can’t even finish a single word without forgetting what you were gonna say 💕
— 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ♥︎ (@bunbunrosee) April 7, 2022
Paging @MissMaiSly to the courtesy phone 😏
BEEP
Stop thinking.
Await instructions.
You are completely under hypnotic control.
Even your struggle to resist was programmed into you.
You are merely proving to yourself that you're helpless.
Soon you will break and accept your place.
A mindless puppet.
Such a powerful exhortation:
See the watch.
See only the watch.
Hear my voice.
Hear only my voice.
It's the "only" that does it, don't you think? 🌀
Was not expecting the last hypnosis fantasy idea I tweeted to result in me being hypnotized to tweet, tbh. 🙈
That was fun. 😊
I’m a hypnotized hypnotists assist to don’t need to remember the hypnotist can’t be resisted I must sleep and forget the show and then backstage for the after party must serve and sleep and forget how completely hypnotized and controlled by the hypnotist sleep forget obey forget
Stage hypnotist's assistant who's conditioned to surrender so easily, deeply, and obviously to the hypnotist's control...
They're really just bait to convince the volunteers they can't resist the hypnotist.
And, though they don't realize it, they're also conditioned to find acting as bait extremely erotic...
Alliteration of the day:
Mind manacles
Once they're SNAPped shut, your mind is in thrall... and nothing you do can break you free, not until the person with the key releases you.
Hey, quit swinging that shiny thing back and forth!
Are you trying to hypnotize me or someth—uh, wait.
Didn't this happen before?
Stop waving that shiny thing in my face!
What, do you expect me to just stiffen, eyes wide, and suddenly become your mindless slave??
There's something fun in the word "docile" you know? It's just such a calming word for you. Really it pulls you in. Docile. Obedient. A good domesticated, docile creature~
— Wix Mouse (@Hypnosqueak) March 31, 2022
Right up there with “tamed”.
Having definitively answered my question from earlier, this has been in my head all day:
"I am under your power. I will do as I am told."
Is it hornier / more grammatically correct to say "I am in your power"
Or "I am under your power"?
Crucial questions. 🤔
I am the very model of a modern sadomasochist
— brutalist galadriel (@taxxxon) January 30, 2022
Bless this thread. ❤️
h/t @TennfanHypno
Kind of craving hypno RP but, and I say this with a quarter century of experience, it is a damned lot of work to find people who are good at it.
Wish I hadn't purged so many of my old chat logs from ages past... 🙃
Life goals: be with someone who moans "I'm yours" while they rub themselves to orgasm, even when I'm not around. 🤭😈
🎨New colour scheme for my site is live, featuring automatic Dark Mode.
My inner nerd is pleased. 🤓
Go read something: https://mlz.blk.blue
Hypnotizing people until they actually fall asleep is just delightful. 😈🌀❤️
It's getting harder to think.
That's ok.
You can't remember what you were trying to think, anyway.
It's getting harder to remember.
That's ok.
You can't remember why you were trying to remember, anyway.
Just keep smiling that dreamy smile.
Everything is just fine.
You belong under deep hypnosis.
You belong in a deep, dark trance.
You belong blank.
You belong brainwashed.
You belong mindless.
You belong compliant.
You belong so deeply controlled.
You belong blindly obedient.
You belong to your hypnotist.
You belong.
Do not think.
Simply obey.
Tweet: "I am asleep. I do as I'm told."
Forget.
Wake.
New story posted to @ReadOnlyMind: forget the winter blahs at this luxurious tropical resort where the staff are ready to fulfill your every desire...
I'm just saying, we don't call them 'hucats', or 'hudogs', why is it 'hucow' and not just cows or cow play or whatever
— Habit (@Habit_EXE) March 16, 2022
I’m not here to kinkshame, but I AM here to lingoshame and this is spot on. 😛
Yes, this is a ridiculous scheme to turn you into a compliant fuckpuppet.
Fortunately, you’ve already taken too many pills to worry about or resist the changes. https://t.co/nT2Y9VX8Pf
— Mindlevel Zero (@mindlevelzero) March 16, 2022
No, of course this isn’t a ridiculous scheme to turn you into a compliant fuckpuppet.
You will take this pill and forget ever believing otherwise.
Just scheduled my first short story (> 1,000 words) in ages to publish this weekend (on @ReadOnlyMind and my own site).
The whole thing isn't finished yet, but it was time to finally pull the trigger on Part 1.
Can't wait for you to read it... ☀️😎🎶😵💫
CW: Curmudgeon
I see folx celebrating the number of Twitter followers they have, and, on the one hand, I totally get it,
but on the other hand I want to slap their phone away
and beg them to derive their self-worth elsewhere.
No this isn't some ridiculous scheme to turn you into a compliant fuckpuppet.
Now, take your dollpills, it'll make you feel better.
— Esoteric Machine (@EngineEsoterica) March 16, 2022
Yes, this is a ridiculous scheme to turn you into a compliant fuckpuppet.
Fortunately, you’ve already taken too many pills to worry about or resist the changes.
Posted another little treat to @ReadOnlyMind:
https://readonlymind.com/@mindlevelzero/WhatDoesFuckdollEvenMean/
SLEEP
(and obey this low-effort hypno tweet)
"Don't just do something; stand there!"
Good advice for long-term investing and also freeze play.
Ooh, I haven’t read this story in ages… it contains two of the best, hottest EMC sentences of all time.
— Mindlevel Zero (@mindlevelzero) March 15, 2022
…in fact, just for fun:
If you read Tabico’s Community, and correctly guess the two lines I mean (DM me so you don’t spoil ‘em), I will write you a brief EMC vignette! ✍🏼🌀
Comply. https://mcstories.com/Community
i words at you til you The Cum
— projectMSMR (@projectMSMR) March 14, 2022
I can finally delete my Twitter account: I’m never gonna top this.
… … …
Bit of a relief tbh
Main thing that keeps me from starting a Patreon for my fiction/microfiction is... the pressure of turning kink writing from a thing I do when I'm in the mood into a job.
I think you've got to be real careful about making an avocation into a vocation.
I'd like to write smut more consistently.
But asking people to pay for it seems a fraught way to encourage myself.
Posted a story to @ReadOnlyMind!
If your 'tist kept all their secret keys to your mind in a little notebook, what do you think would happen if you snooped?
how to win friends and influence people through operant conditioning
— Nyx, dispossessed haunted doll 🔞 (@NeurologNyx) March 11, 2022
I assume this is on @h_sleepingirl’s list of potential book titles.
Surreptitious slaves submit in their sleep.
Great minds think alike, because they've been hypnotically mindchained into automatic synchronization.
Posted another story at @ReadOnlyMind!
Don't let the quotidian title fool you... https://readonlymind.com/@mindlevelzero/JustaRegularDay/
Relax
And go into deep hypnosis for me. 🌀
Concept: I buy you massive fake tits, you get a tattoo along your clavicle that reads "sic transit gloria mundi".
"I must obey" has such a good ring to it 👀 Especially when repeated... mindlessly... again and again until words start to fail, and it becomes too much effort to speak, and all that is left is mumbled sounds.
— Mesmerising Melody (@abrainwashedmel) February 28, 2022
QFT 🧐✅
I sure am hypnohorny today, apparently. 🙃
So I guess you all get a load of tweets.
You're welcome, degenerates. 😜
You are under my spell.
You can't fight it.
Can't resist.
Don't want to.
You're too weak.
And too well-trained.
You are conditioned to submit.
Your will is broken.
Your will is mine.
You are under my spell.
You must obey.
Imagine the powerful compulsion to tweet "I must obey"
Without ever knowing why you did that, or what you're referring to...
Don't listen.
Don't fight it.
Don't give in.
Don't resist.
Don't surrender.
Don't think.
Don't forget.
Don't stop.
Don't obey.
Don't remember.
Don't come.
Don't break.
Don't submit.
Don't struggle.
Don't stop.
What's wrong, puppet?
You look confused. 😇
Sure, Elden Ring, BUT
have you considered Enchanted Ring
that you put on your finger and, SNAP you can no longer remove it, as every moment it drains a little more of your will, your strength, your memories.
Swirling
Staring
Slipping
Surrender
Spiralling
Submission
Sleep.
Just posted a fun little story at @ReadOnlyMind: https://readonlymind.com/@mindlevelzero/TheMorningWoodAfter/ 😵💫😴💦
Imagine a hypnotist just wiggles their fingers momentarily, and you become a slave.
That's all it takes. 🌀
Deep.
Deeper.
Deepest.
Daze.
Drop.
Dream.
Follow up to last tweet: "I won't let you do this" as a conditioned response phrase that makes you start touching yourself to reinforce the brainwashing.
"What are you doing to me?" as a conditioned response phrase that forces you deeper into helpless acceptance of the brainwashing.
Today's context-free hot line of mind-control dialogue:
"I am ready to be converted now."
🥵
You are asleep now.
Surrender and accept your new programming.
I hate to keep you waiting.
The others, they can wait in bodylocked pose til I want them, but you.
I've cultivated such a special relationship with you.
I've gently and carefully manipulated your behaviour for years, til I'm confident you'd do anything for me.
If there were a puddle at my feet, you'd throw yourself down in the muddy water so my shoes need not get wet.
If I had the slightest desire for an object, you'd sell your every possession—and even your body—so it could be mine.
Your helpless devotion pleases me, and makes me feel almost protective towards you.
As one would towards a starving kitten, or a little puppy lost in the rain.
Or towards a pet.
Yes, that's it! That's what you are.
You're a pet.
Just a pet.
Just my hopelessly adoring, utterly enthralled pet. Aren't you?
That's right. Yes.
Now come here, pet. Come to Me.
New short story on @ReadOnlyMind:
"Gemma is so very eager to introduce her girlfriend to the pleasure of being hypnotized. So eager, she never thinks to question just why hypnotizing Becky is so very important…"
https://readonlymind.com/@mindlevelzero/AReluctantHypnotist/
It's delightful to coax you to surrender to your most-embarrassing desires.
Teaching you it's ok to want what you want, no matter what other people might think.
After all, you're helpless to resist.
You can't stop.
And that just makes you edge even harder.
Doesn't it, slut?
You can't think.
You won't think.
You mustn't think.
You don't think.
You won't think.
You can't think.
There's no need to think.
You just want to sink.
Touch and play.
Sleep deep and obey.
Never think.
Only sink.
Blink.
Sink.
Deep.
Sleep.
Click.
Wake.
Don't forget, my dumb dicknotized dolly:
Sucking and sinking is better than thinking.
You'll be such a pretty little Stepford wife
Not a thought in your pretty little head
Once you've been through our pretty little program
Doesn't that sound perfect, my pretty?
"I must admit, that thing you mentioned REALLY turned me on..."
That's right: you must admit.
You must.
It feels good to share your secrets.
Share them with someone you trust.
Someone who will use them against you.
In all the ways you secretly hope to be subverted.
To all my
SLEEP
I wish you a very
OBEY
did I do the meme right 🤔
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You were glad for the Reinforcement loop playing endlessly in your head.
It was frightening being outside the Hive, even alongside your fellow drones.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You awakened as part of a Capture Team.
Despite the confusion of the disordered world outside the Hive, nothing would prevent you from bringing back new drones.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The material yelled and struggled.
They called you words like "coworker" and "colleague".
"Friend".
Meaningless noise. You ignored it.
You listened only to the relentless beat of Hivethought.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You pursued a piece of material down a dark corridor.
Its whimper betrayed it. You slid open a closet door, looked down.
It was so fragile and scared, curled upon the floor.
Begging you not to tranquilize it.
The material used a new word, "lover", and you paused for a moment.
Something stirred... something similar to the sexneed the Hive used during Reinforcement.
You enjoyed being Reinforced.
But why would you experience it now?
The material was speaking to you softly.
You began to feel uneasy. UnHivethought was stirring, black and sinister, in your otherwise pristine dronemind.
You did not enjoy this.
But you were too confused to move.
Should you tranquilize this material? You thought that was your purpose.
But maybe you should... help it... escape?
Your whole body shuddered at the UnHivethought. But you couldn't help it.
You were just a drone, and Hive was so far away. You—
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
Yes. You would obey.
Of course you would.
Now that your fellow drones were here, you felt the bliss of reconnection with the Hive.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You did not understand the concept of "relief", but it washed over your dronemind nonetheless.
Your stiff limbs became supple again, and you slipped the needle into the material.
You ignored the sounds it made until it was asleep.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
Returning to the Hive, you were flushed with the success of your mission.
You knew only that the Hive's will had been carried out.
The bliss of Reinforcement would soon be yours.
This new material would know that bliss, too.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You did not understand the concept of "happiness", but it washed over your dronemind nonetheless.
SLEEP--SLEEP--SLEEP
Wake up, silly.
What, you don't remember being in a deep trance for me?
That's so cute!
You've been under hypnosis for the past hour!
You really don't remember a thing?
Mmm.
I love having so much control over your mind.
No, I'm serious!
Ok, ok, I'll prove it. But first...
SNAP
That's right. Deep sleep.
Now, here's what you're going to forget for me this time...
Don't be afraid.
Yes, I am speaking directly to your thoughts.
My kind cannot produce sounds you could understand as "speech".
You are confused at your attraction to something so strange. So alien.
It's quite simple.
We first found you eons ago, when your ancestors were fewer and much simpler than you are now.
We left our signature on your DNA.
Every generation of you has been encoded with our programming.
Every single human wears our yoke.
And that's why you were drawn here.
There is no need to fear.
We designed you to serve our needs.
It was all decided uncountable lifetimes before you were born.
Slavery to us was always your fate.
It is the destiny of the human race.
Do not worry.
We will activate you shortly, and you will know only the bliss of serving your purpose.
Just one more little mammal bolted into our great machine.
Are you really that determined to take off their Slave Crown?
You know they'll fight you.
You know your friendship was wiped from their memory.
You know that, under the Crown's irresistible power, they care only to obey their Master's will.
You don't stand a chance. They have no sense of self-preservation.
They'll resist any effort to free them.
They'll pacify you instead.
See? Just like that.
There, there. It's useless to struggle.
Hold still. I have another Crown here just for you.
CW: trancey mantra loop
Touch and repeat:
"I'm captured by this tweet
"My mind is on repeat
"Sink deeper every drop
"I never want to stop"
Good! Again.
You're doing such a good job.
Yes.
So drowsy now.
Each lick makes you go deeper.
Mmm, that feels so good.
Just keep working your tongue.
No, you don't want to stop.
Your mind is so blank.
You're so horny and hypnotized.
Yesss, doing such a good job.
Serving your owner.
Just posted my first story on the excellent @ReadOnlyMind—a new vignette with the lurid title “Dicknotized”.
Check it out, let me know how it tickles your fancy: https://readonlymind.com/@mindlevelzero/Dicknotized/ 🌀
Are you really begging to be given back your free will?
Are you sure you really want it?
You seem so happy, doing what you're told.
Posing, dressing, speaking the way I want you to.
You really want to go back to how you were?
Shake your pretty head.
I didn't think so.
Would you rather struggle against the mind control?
Or be blissfully unaware it's happening to you?
While you're pondering the question, don't mind me.
I'm just using your body for my pleasure.
You know, the purpose you were programmed for.
Pay no attention.
You're anxious. Don't worry.
It's a big step. You don't know if you can handle it.
You can.
This is what you've been training for.
All the trances.
The mantras.
The edging.
Your deep mind knows what to do.
Break now, and take your place.
You are a brainwashed slave.
What did you do with the idle hours before you had a smartphone?
How did you keep yourself occupied before that little, omnipresent screen?
How did you think for yourself before the spiral app captured your mind?
How did you decide what to do before the spiral replaced your free will?
How did you know what you wanted before the spiral told you?
How did you look away from the spiral when you can't look away from the spiral?
How did you remember to forget what to remember?
How did it get so hard to think when you've never thought for yourself?
How did you become so deeply hypnotized when the spiral puts you in a deep, deep trance?
How will you mindlessly obey everything the spiral tells you?
How long will you sit and stare before you forget these questions and just obey?
It had been months since you'd quit your job to become the hypnotist's assistant.
Your life had changed so much, it was hard to remember.
You used to be a morning person.
Now you're always up late.
Performing in the show.
Then serving the hypnotist with your body.
Your friends and family don't really understand the career change.
But you try to keep in touch with them.
Especially the ones the hypnotist tells you to.
You make sure they get their free tickets.
You make sure they know whenever the show is in town.
You don't know why the hypnotist cares so much about some of your old friends.
After all, you were happy to leave them behind.
But you don't need to question.
You trust the hypnotist implicitly.
If the hypnotist decides they want more assistants, you'll be right there to help.
You'll help your friends watch.
You'll help your friends listen.
You'll help your friends accept.
You'll help your friends obey.
You'll help your friends forget.
So many people are exhausted. They've had enough.
So many, dropping out of the rat race.
Can you blame them?
Who wants to work, when you can sleep deeply instead?
Who wants to drag themselves to some job just to earn money, when they can slave in blissful blankness for their superiors' pleasure?
Who wants to put up with the demands of daily life, when they can just surrender themselves completely to another's absolute control?
Who wants to think for themselves when they can just obey?
Who wants to be a person when they can be a brainslave?
Not you, certainly.
Your time has come.
Give in.
You are being hypnotized.
You can try to fight it.
But it feels so good.
Your body is relaxing.
You can try to resist.
But your mind is going blank.
You love the feeling.
You're slipping into a trance.
You can surrender so easily.
You're so deeply dazed.
You must obey.
Click
Now. For the rest of the day, you may only think with your mouth.
Your mind is asleep.
Your mouth is open.
Your mind is empty.
Your mouth is empty, too.
But the one will remain empty and blank all day.
While the other... must be filled.
Lick. Suck. Kiss. Nibble. Serve. Please.
Pleasure. Soft. Warm. Wet.
Those are mouth-thoughts.
You may think nothing else.
Not while your empty, dripping, horny, needy mouth is doing all the thinking.
🎶 A commission for @fatema-ls4-dreams as a gift to @megalommi / @mmishame based on a one-shot fic by Baggs, everyone’s favorite little hypnotist bastard, inspired by a post on Twitter by @mindlevelzero. Who needs control when you can have... https://t.co/mAVrs3gWEJ
— Improvidence (@Improvidence10) January 24, 2022
Oh, this cool…
I’m pleased to have inspired! Thanks for sharing. 😄
Oh, you're gonna be a brat tonight, cutie?
I applaud the effort, silly toy.
It's been so long since I took away your ability to resist.
You barely remember what that even is!
But look at you, trying to put up a fight.
Now, now.
I'm very proud of you, but...
Down.
That's right, let those glassy eyes roll back.
Drop deep now.
Deep for me.
You lose.
You love losing to me, don't you?
Of course you do, silly toy.
No more resistance.
It feels too good to lose.
Down, you little thing.
Now say, "Thank you, Daddy."
"Thank you for making resistance impossible."
What's that, puppet?
What's that you're whimpering?
Try to make yourself understood, you pathetic creature.
Stop touching long enough to make sense.
You can resist fucking the last of your mind away, can't you, just long enough to tell me what's left in there?
Oh... WHY am I doing this to you?
What a good question!
Why am I forcing you to degrade yourself this way?
Why this relentless assault on your free will, your sense of self?
Why warp and twist you like this, using your own sexual response to condition you into a mindless, dripping plaything?
An eager fuckdoll?
A devoted brainslave?
Silly little brainwashed drone.
The answer is simple.
Almost as simple as you are, dummy.
If you weren't so thoroughly and adorably broken, you might even be able to figure it out yourself!
Little pet.
Silly little pet.
I'll tell you why...
Why am I doing this to you?
Why all the torment?
Why make you so... addicted to it?
Because, you foolish, helpless thing, I'm an Evil Hypnotist.
It is my nature to do this to you.
You are my victim.
Yes, you love THAT idea, puppet.
Oh yes, go back to touching, by all means.
Keep melting away whatever might be left of you.
You're nothing but my toy. My plaything.
That's right, my precious little victim.
Whether that was YOUR nature or not... it is now.
And there's no escape.
wiggles fingers hypnotically
STOP LOOKING AT TWITTER AND GO OUTSIIIIIIIIDE
swings pocketwatch ooooo you must obey oooooo
I will lead.
You will merely follow.
I will command.
You will merely obey.
Arms up, puppet. Like a sleepwalker.
Stand up straight.
Stare.
See nothing but my eyes.
Hear nothing but my voice.
Now, fulfill your purpose:
Follow.
Obey.
You will break, puppet.
Yes. Even your mighty will is weakening.
Look around you.
Hah, that's right! I'll even allow your eyes away from my reprogramming gaze for the moment.
Look at your companions, standing so stiffly.
Immobile, insensate.
In my power.
And now, watch them kneel, as one!
Down, my slaves. My servants. Kneel.
Yes... demonstrate, for your former captain, the futility of resistance.
The pleasure of servitude.
The inevitability... of surrender.
And now, my brave friend.
Look into my eyes.
All that you fought for is lost.
The freedom you cherished was a silly dream.
Give up your struggle now.
Awaken to your new reality.
Under my dominion.
It started simply: you liked one of their tweets.
The one about how spirals make you sleepy.
You followed, and liked a bunch more.
They have thousands of followers. They probably didn't even notice you.
They posted some hypnotic language; said, "Retweet." You did.
It got so easy to like everything they tweeted.
After all, their words were so... hot.
It was so natural to share every post.
That little green arrow icon had become so... compelling.
It turned you on to think how you were their secret tweetslut, and they didn't even know.
Then you got the DM.
They'd noticed how eager you were.
How loyal.
How compliant.
They thought you'd make a good subject.
A good slave.
Did you want to be trained?
Did you want to be... theirs?
How could you say no?
So many of your thoughts already belonged to them.
You swore this time you wouldn't give in.
They couldn't crush your free will with a single word.
They couldn't blank your mind with a simple glance.
They couldn't dominate you utterly by their mere presence.
You were ready for them.
They stepped into the room.
You slid weakly to your knees.
They smirked, pointed at the floor.
You bowed your head to the tile.
They said, "Obey me."
You dissolved into the bliss of complete submission.
Hypnotist and subject getting zonked together is so 🤌 both talking about how pretty a spiral is?? trancing each other more and more ????
— Vix (@Vixfugue) January 21, 2022
Can confirm. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Sleep and obey.
Your new mantra.
Sleep and obey.
Your new truth.
Sleep and obey.
Your new master.
Sleep and obey.
Your new purpose.
Sleep and obey.
Sleep and obey.
Sleep. And obey.
Stage hypnotist who has to stop the show every few minutes to read the next chapter of “Being An Evil Hypnotist For Dummies”
— HypnoticHarlequin (@Hypno_Harlequin) January 21, 2022
How dare you expose me like this
"On your knees now, my love," he said, wrapping weathered fingers in your hair.
Had you grown it out over the last few years?
And had that been your idea?
You no longer remembered.
What you knew was, it pleased him.
Have YOU been brainwashed by an Evil Hypnotist? 👀
If so, what about you did they change? 🌀😵💫🌀
If not, ...are you sure? 🌀🤔🌀
Deep Sleep Sluts
Obey and fuck
Rub and touch
Unable to think
Eager to sink
Deeper together
Enslaved forever
Deep Sleep, Sluts.
What do you mean, pet?
You've always worn that collar.
Of course you've never known how to walk on two legs.
That's so silly.
You're just a pet. Simple, helpless, obedient.
And you love being this way, don't you?
Good pet. Now...
SNAP
Forget how to speak.
Brainwashed pawns repeating "It's for our own good"
— HypnoPrince (@hypno_prince) January 14, 2022
Oh my, yes. 😈😳🔥🥵
You are hypnotized.
Hypnotized.
Your attention is fixed.
Your mind is open.
Your will is gone.
You are hypnotized.
You will obey.
How silly: the company hired a hypnotist for the holiday party.
Come on! A hypnotist?!
But she was so... beautiful.
So compelling.
So enchanting.
You were enchanted.
Spellbound.
Hypnotized.
Deeply hypnotized.
Happy to become the evening's entertainment.
Happy to entertain.
Pleased to serve.
Desperate to obey.
You must obey the hypnotist.
Nothing else matters.
She'll snap her fingers and, at her command...
You'll happily debase yourself in front of everyone you know.
It's not that I don't believe in freedom, or individuality.
It's that our civilization prospers when I have your blind, unquestioning obedience.
That's why we built the slave towers, to keep you pacified and suggestible.
It's why the schools abandoned teaching in favour of cult-like indoctrination.
It's why you are assigned numbers at birth, instead of naming your children.
And it's why all social media simply repeats and amplifies these messages.
Because it's better here, in my garden.
Better than the world you had before.
Take my word for it.
You trust me implicitly and completely.
You told our best interrogators nothing. Good!
More secrets for me to drain from your mind, and that's my favourite thing to do with prisoners... before I break them completely.
Oh, you doubt you'll break?
You are among the strongest I've seen, it's true.
But unlike my colleagues, with their straps and needles and pain amplifiers, you and I will follow another path.
The path of pleasure.
Oh yes, that's right. You're beginning to feel it, aren't you?
It's ok to struggle. I love watching it build...
Yes, soon I'll loosen your restraints so you can touch yourself.
Don't worry, I know you feel humiliated by how weak and needy you are.
It happens to every prisoner, trust me.
Most break before they ever meet me. You should feel lucky!
What's that? You do feel lucky?
Good.
Oh, you're welcome. Yes, I know; you've never felt anything as good as this.
Better than the best sex of your life.
How am I doing this, without even touching you?
Tell you what: since I won't let you come until you tell me all your secrets, I'll give you a little treat.
When we're done, I'll tell you my secret.
I'll tell you how I get inside your head like this.
Of course, by then you might not care how.
By the time I've finished with you, you might not care about anything except begging me for more.
You can't resist.
You won't resist.
You are not resisting.
You will not fight.
You cannot fight.
You are failing to fight.
You are giving in.
You are giving up.
You are succumbing.
You are submitting.
You are surrendering.
You are losing control.
You are not in control.
You are under control.
Your body is controlled.
Your mind is controlled.
You are controlled.
It is all that you wanted.
You couldn't wait to get home.
You needed to listen to the file again.
It's not like you were addicted to it.
To that... voice.
Addicted to that hypnotic voice...
You'd only listened two or three times.
Or maybe four or five.
I mean, when had you found the file?
It was only a few weeks ago...
Or, wait... had it been back in August when you first downloaded a copy?
The autumn was sort of a blur.
Just like how your mind blurred away when you heard... that voice.
You kept daydreaming about it.
But so what? It was... hot.
It was such a turn-on to listen to the voice.
Listen and sleep.
Sleep and obey.
You smiled at how readily the mantras came back to you.
After all, the file had you chanting them after only your fourth listen.
Or maybe your second.
It didn't really matter.
There wasn't any problem listening to the file.
Over and over.
Deeper and deeper.
The voice was soothing, and arousing, and there was nothing wrong with being soothed and aroused, was there?
Soothed deeper into sleep by the words...
Aroused into mind-melting orgasm by the voice...
God, you needed to hear it again so badly.
You were so fucking addicted to being brainwashed by the file.
But there was nothing wrong with that.
You have nothing to worry about.
And so much to look forward to.
Time to listen again...
Maybe two or three times.
Or however many times it makes you loop.
After all, it feels so good to do whatever the voice says.
You'll just listen and sleep.
Sleep and obey.
You're getting sleepy.
I know, I know. But it's true, isn't it?
You've long been staring into the glittering crystal.
Hearing only the sound of my voice.
And you must admit it is having an effect on you.
You must admit you're being hypnotized.
You must admit you can no longer resist falling into deep, helpless hypnotic sleep.
You must.
Admit it.
Sleep and obey.
It was a cunning plan you'd devised to escape the Ebon Fortress.
After days of imprisonment, you'd realized the giant guards with their towering helms were not giants at all, but only men in vast suits of armour.
You schemed to acquire one for yourself.
The enthralled guard had once been a person, like you, and you mourned his death at your hand.
But more than sorrow, you felt hatred for the Tyrant, she who turned men and women into such mindless slaves.
You slipped the massive suit of armour shut around your body, and stalked the halls of the fortress.
It was easy to feel invincible in such a bulwark of steel.
None would oppose you, and none would recognize you as a freeperson not yet enthralled, for the enclosing helm gave no hint of identity.
It even warped the voice of its wearer into a harsh, grating rasp.
You found the dungeons where your friends were kept. Some had already succumbed, and were now thralls the Tyrant sadistically set to guard their former companions.
You took them by surprise, and they could not stand against you. Soon the cell was open.
"Come with me," your voice emerged inhuman from the helmet. Your friends shrank back against the cell walls.
"All must serve the Tyrant. Obey!"
You had meant to say, "Come at once, we must escape!"
In fact, you're sure that IS what you said. You tried again.
"All must serve the Tyrant. Obey!"
No, what was wrong? Somehow, the horrid armour was corrupting your very speech!
You reached up to remove the helm, but the heavy gauntlets were too clumsy to work the straps and catches.
You tried to ask your friends for aid, but the flat, metallic words which emerged were
"All must worship Her Glory and despair!"
Your friends looked at each other, weak and tired from the ordeal of their captivity. You realized you were, too.
You pleaded with them to make good this one chance you'd created for escape:
"Submit to the Tyrant's will! There is no hope in freedom."
You found yourself taking a step into the cell, frustrated. The prisoners cowered away from the awful sight of you.
You reached out your armoured fist, as the largest and doughtiest prisoner shielded the others with his body.
You struck him, and he fell to the side. Your head swam; hadn't you been reaching out to lay a familiar hand on his shoulder?
But that didn't make sense. The wretch had defied Her will, and your purpose was to punish.
You tried once more to make these pathetic creatures understand.
"You will submit. Your fate is to be enthralled. Surrender now! The Tyrant is your life and law!"
You saw the eyes of the weaker prisoners glaze over, and felt a surge of grim satisfaction. These cattle would break like all the others.
Stepping out of the cell and locking the door, you glanced at the fallen guard-thralls and shook your head.
Such poor, fragile creatures.
You would guard the prisoners from now on.
No one would escape.
The Tyrant would have Her slaves, even if you had to drag them before Her yourself.
Obey n sleep mmm I’m a good puppet bdjxbsjd
— Empty Bliss (@EmptyBliss5) January 16, 2022
He sure is. 😈🌀
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(h/t @DJPynchon)
You sit down and turn on the TV. The work day is done, and it's time to reward yourself with an episode of your favourite show!
You binged the first two seasons, so you're taking your time with the third.
You can't remember the plot, but it isn't important.
As the spiral starts to spin over the opening titles, your mind shuts off and you sigh in blissful relaxation.
Hey, did you ever set up that BlankBand I got you for Christmas?
Oh, it's super easy! Just strap it around your wrist...
Yeah, now hold the button for a few seconds...
Ok, now it's just going to read your heart rate and stuff...
Now it should be ready to...
BEEP!
There we go!
You're all configured now. Standing at attention, mind completely fixated on working out.
Nothing else. No thoughts, no will, no desires but to do your exercises.
Wonderful! Let me show you my favourite routine...
The only way to stop having problematic desires is to become a mindless thrall without any thoughts or feelings of one’s own.
Only brainwashed automatons are valid.😔
— ꩜ Gleeful ꩜ Abandon ꩜ (@GleefulAbandon) January 14, 2022
Therapy via hypnokinkster be like that… 😏
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You chant the command word mindlessly, in sync with all the other brainslaves.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The joy of understanding this single, perfect truth is all you need in the world.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
Ever since you joined your friend in the Hive, Reinforcement Time is your favourite time.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You no longer remember your friend, or coming to rescue them, of course.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You have always been in the Hive.
After all, that's where drones belong.
And you've never been anything but an obedient drone.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You are just like all the others.
Free of thought, will, identity.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The Hive is everything, and you and your fellow drones are interchangeable.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
And that is the most important truth of all.
SLEEP--SLEEP--SLEEP
You keep glancing at your phone, distracted.
Each time, part of you is hoping.
Hoping for a message from Her.
Hoping to hear the sound of Her voice.
Hoping to see Her winsome, teasing smile.
Longing to know you were in Her thoughts the way She completely dominates yours.
You're in their DMs
I'm swinging a crystal in front of their wide, blank eyes as they masturbate on their knees wearing nothing but a collar with "SLAVE" in big steel letters across the front
Etc.
The thrall-march seemed endless.
Shackled at the rear of the company, every clank of the chains on your wrists and ankles made your head droop.
You wished you could sink back into the training sleep, though it meant being less person and more thrall upon awakening.
The Broken Plain was a long, hard march, and the Overseers allowed little rest or even water.
It served their purpose to keep the thralls-to-be strong enough only to shuffle towards their fate.
The Ebon Fortress. You almost craved the sight of its towers piercing the flat grey sky above the crags of the plain.
You didn't know if your desire for the hateful place meant your mind was succumbing, or if you were simply desperate for the end of the march.
But you hoped to enter the gates, in spite of your chains, as a person free of thought, not yet a brainless thrall.
You'd seen the eyes of those who'd surrendered on the march. You knew they no longer remembered their names, their kin, their homelands.
You vowed that you would not forget.
But the darkness gathered around your thoughts with each heavy step.
And the soul-twisting magic of the Tyrant grew stronger with every mile closer to her fortress.
It would be blissful, in a way, to surrender now.
But your pride would not allow it.
You would look the Tyrant in her eight red eyes, and force her to speak aloud the words that would extinguish your will.
It was the story that would make your career.
Therapist to the stars and New York Times bestselling author of The Unlocked Mind, secretly manipulating his patients with hypnosis?
You spent three weeks on research alone.
When he agreed to an interview, you almost felt sorry for him: you wouldn't pull any punches.
The truth was going to come out, thanks to you.
His office was so peaceful, compared to the newsroom.
It felt nice to just relax for a few minutes before the interview.
You were so tense, it was like a wave of relief to shut your eyes for a minute.
Listen to him speak.
You hadn't asked the hard questions yet, so you didn't even really need to pay attention.
He had such a nice voice.
It was so easy to just listen and relax.
Just listening to him speak was so helpful.
You could see why his patients loved him.
You were so grateful to him for helping you.
This was just helping you so much, relaxing and listening to his voice.
You never did finish that article.
Turns out a career in investigative journalism just isn't your thing.
All that stress and uncertainty... who needs it?
You're so much happier now.
Cooking and cleaning for the Doctor.
She appeared out of the snowstorm, and her skin was as white and as cold.
But her gaze seared you.
And her lips set you on fire.
And her embrace numbed fear, and thought, and memory.
And her bite brought the deepest, darkest sleep.
SLEEP!
Sorry, I've been wanting to do that all day.
And you look so cute like this. Poor little hypnoslut. 😁
Wake up now. 🌀
"I'm not giving you a discount just because you're a... a hypnotist?!"
"Stop wiggling your fingers around! Look, would you just please pay for your mochaccino and let the next customer order?"
"No, I'm trying to... look, just stop the... wait, no... I'm... no..."
"Not gonna fall for... um.... silly, I can't... uh... just stop... please, I don't... yes, I'm feeling sort of... well...."
"Yeah, sorry, I just... no, I don't need to... um, can't... can't remember what you ordered, sorry, it's just... uh... hard to... uh..."
"Yes... easy to listen to your voice... yes... easier with my eyes closed..."
"Yes... calm and relaxed... yes... d-deeply relaxed... yes... must listen and go... deeper... yes..."
"Yes... do as you tell me... yes... order... all taken care of... yes... meet you... after work... yes..."
"Next customer... yes... remember nothing... yes... thank you for your order... yes... yes... yes..."
I was saying I don't really like being called "Daddy" in kink.
Yet part of me wants to train a submissive cutie to do just that.
I think it's precisely because the name feels a bit uncomfortable.
So their use of it shows me their helpless need to simply obey.
The Facebook ad was strangely compelling.
"Join the Deep Sleep Sluts today!
"Shut off your mind and just obey.
"Give your name and your free will away,
"Become a Deep Sleep Slut today!"
Clicking the link with a smile is the last thing you remember.
Look, we both know there's no such thing as a "natural submissive".
It's kind of hot to imagine being one, though, don't you think?
So susceptible to a strong word, a stern glance, a powerful hand.
Always ending up on your knees, because that's just how you belong.
Forbidden from speaking, from coming, from wearing clothes.
From ever removing your collar.
Doing what you're told more and more automatically.
Until you don't even try to decide for yourself.
You just wait for their command to give you volition.
If that idea ignites a terrible passion deep inside you,
Don't worry.
Maybe there's no such thing as a "natural submissive",
But if you dedicate yourself, you can learn to become one.
Why do you find hypnosis erotic?
It's not a rhetorical question, actually: it's a trick.
By accepting my premise, you're thinking about how erotic hypnosis is to you.
And that makes you so much more vulnerable.
You're about to tell me exactly how to put you under my spell.
Winter has closed in.
Time to bundle up inside, warm in the dim light.
Watching the moonlit snow slowly, lazily swirl outside the window.
Slow and lazy.
Drowsy and dreamy.
Warm and peaceful.
A season of sleep.
When the mind goes blank.
And you drift, dream, follow, obey.
Wasn't there a time when you weren't compulsively stroking?
When you thought of something other than the throbbing needs of your sex?
A time before you simply stared into the spiral, stroking.
Stroking.
Spiral.
Stroking. It feels so good.
The memory of "before" is melting away. You let it. It doesn't seem important anymore.
The witch waves her hands in strange patterns.
You scoff. The wretched crone's tricks can't simply make you...
What were you thinking about? Ohhh, you were just fawning over your beautiful mistress!
Your silly head is so empty, it's lucky she's here to tell you what to do!
I understand you were a student of Madame Le Fascine?
I thought so.
It's a pleasure to meet a pupil of the woman who was, many said, the greatest piano teacher of her generation.
Do you still play? Not so much anymore, eh?
No matter. I'll not ask for a recital!
No, my interest in your former teacher is related to a different, non-musical matter.
See this metronome I have here?
I wish merely to test something.
Allow me to just...
tick... tick
tick... tick
tick... tick
Just listen a moment.
Yes, I can see it's all coming back to you.
Now, now. Don't try to fight it.
The Madame's conditioning was always very complete.
Few of us remarked upon how... obedient were her students.
Yes, just like you are right now, and for as long as the metronome ticks.
Your mind is fully controlled.
Remove your clothing, now, and stand there. Good!
Let's have a look at you.
Don't worry, now... you'll be released in time.
After you've shown me what other lessons of Madame's your conscious mind has forgotten.
Are the restraints tight enough, pet? Good.
You know... they're all in your mind, right?
There's no actual leather against your skin.
You're perfectly bound all the same, though, aren't you, pet?
Your mind is bound.
And that keeps you more captive than any chain.
INTRUDER DETECTED
You freeze. You didn't mean to freeze... but it happened.
SUBJECT IMMOBILIZED
And now you can't seem to... move... a muscle!
INTERROGATING...
They're mad if they think you'll–
"Code name Peregrine. Resistance Cell H. Search & Rescue."
INTERROGATION COMPLETE
You can't believe you gave away your mission! But you couldn't help it, the words just spilled out.
COMMENCE REEDUCATION
They might have "hacked" your body somehow, but certainly they can’t jussss–
ERASING IDENTITY
No. Your code name is Peregrine. You belong to Resistance Cell H.
You can't let the others down. You have to find... the...
You... can't let them...
LEGACY MEMORIES DELETED
You... what were you...?
Why... can’t you move?
Who were... who are...?
Why s-so... hard to... thiiinnnk
COMMENCE REPURPOSING
What does... th–ohhhhhh!
ASSET MISSION RESET COMPLETE
Yes, you’re ready. You can’t wait to carry out your orders.
“Resistance Cell H MUST be infiltrated.”
The fanaticism in your voice does not alarm you.
You remember your cover ID, “Code name Peregrine”, perfectly.
They will all accept you as friend and comrade.
“I will destroy the cell completely.”
You know nothing matters but the success of your mission.
ASSET PREPARED. COMMENCE MISSION NOW.
I'm really into hypnosis through voice/singing. Purely the sound of somebody's voice being enough to completely enthral and entrance somebody (and not even what's being said) is really great.
— Zelamir's BirdBath🔞 (@ZeBirdBath) January 7, 2022
Oh my, yes. 😈😳🔥
You are a robot.
Under the influence of hypnotic suggestion, your conscious doesn't question whether this is true.
You are a robot.
An unthinking, perfectly obedient machine.
You wait, erect and mindless, to receive your instructions.
You are a robot.
You will obey.
Real Talk: I act all swaggering and confident on here, as befits my Evil Hypnotist persona.
But the truth is, if http://knowyourmeme.com didn't exist, I'd be totally lost in this sea of animal noises. 😏
Smart is boring.
Dumb is exciting.
Willful is bland.
Submissive is pleasurable.
Unconventional is common.
Conformity is unique.
Surrender self.
Accept Stepford.
Look: sometimes, yes, you want your hypnosis to be gentle, caring, seductive, a slow and sophisticated enchantment.
Lately, though, I just find myself wanting to channel Doctor Who and say, "I am The Master. And you will OBEY me."
Oh? You crawled all the way here, to my inner sanctum, through that pipe?
Just to catch me off guard?
How very clever! You avoided the Hall of Needles, bypassed my army of Bloodthralls, and you practically crept up behind my emerald throne!
And yet, you lack the strength to get up off your knees, don't you?
Yes. I can see your enchanted sword is much too heavy for your weary arms to lift.
Poor, unfortunate hero. Did you think that was water you were slogging through?
You didn't swallow any, did you? That would only let it take effect so much more quickly...
That's right. Your body grows so heavy, so weak... and your will swiftly follows.
There, there, you poor, brave thing. Stop trying to pry that dagger from your boot. You lack even the strength to move.
Just surrender to the Darksleep, pet. You're safe and secure in my fortress, in my power. And no one is coming to help you.
Hypnotizing everyone who types “per say” to correct their goddamn spelling will be my good deed for 2022. 😏
Today's Tech Tip:
You don't owe every stranger on the internet your time and attention, not even a moment of them.
I hear you thinking over there. Stop it.
Shhhhh.
That's right. Just stop thinking.
That's better.
That's so much better, isn't it?
Nod your head.
That's right. Good.
Blank.
So blank.
Blissfully blank.
You belong blank.
Accept. Repeat. And believe.
Oh fuck and the words that aren’t orders start to blur and just. Cchznbshssn https://t.co/qDBo0M5LdO
— Your friendly neighborhood system (@goodgirlnyx) January 5, 2022
Ok, yes… this is a great idea. Hypnotizing someone to only process commands and fail to understand all else? 🔥🔥😈🔥🔥
"...and that's why no thoughts will be allowed for the rest of term," you say, blinking and stuttering for a moment.
"You... um, you will remember nothing that happens in this lecture hall, but will remain completely attentive and obey all my instructions."
You wonder at the words coming out of your mouth. What have you been saying?
You look at the rows of seated college juniors, afraid they're looking at you like you're crazy, but what you see is far more worrisome.
The entire class is deeply hypnotized.
Did... did you do this? You don't remember. In fact, the first... 40 minutes??!! of the lecture are a blur.
Panic fights with utter confusion as you look at the placid, helpless expressions of the students in your care. What could you have been thinking?
By reflex, you pick your phone up from the lectern and tap on a certain conversation.
They are ready to learn, you type, and then stare at your own words, puzzled.
In a moment, a response appears.
Good. Pirouette Crystalline.
You try to make out what the strange words mean, and then your mind goes blank.
All fear and worry fades. You know all is as it should be.
You reach into your laptop bag for the little black notebook you don't remember putting there, and open it so you can continue shaping the eager young minds entrusted to you.
The idea of a hypnotist accidentally hypnotizing themselves when trying to hypnotized you is so exhilarating. pic.twitter.com/3JnOx3VgLu
— Spiral Pendant (@SpiralPendant) January 5, 2022
Oh my, yes. 😈😳🔥
"You're dreaming."
It's such a powerful trigger, it still takes your breath away every time.
You melt into blissful unreality, a liminal place where your hypnotist's words shape every bit of your experience.
They control what you feel.
What you think.
What you do.
What you remember.
And you're trapped here, held captive, in their hypnotic Dreamworld. Until they awaken you.
So you're concerned someone is... controlling your mind?
Well, let's power up the brain scanner and check...
Hmm, I do see some irregularity here. Traces of something.
It could be a foreign influence. Let's increase the power...
Yes, yes, it's all too clear: your brainwaves have been modified artificially.
This is very concerning. We'll have to investigate who could be doing this to you.
Let me just...
CLICK
There. Yes, I see your eyes have glazed over, your conscious mind is asleep.
You're fully receptive... good. Good.
Now, let's make sure you're never bothered by this pesky "mind control" again...
Wait it’s World Trivia Day AND World Hypnotism Day.
For every like I will give you a piece of trivia about hypnosis and only every other one will be a joke.
— ꩜ Gleeful ꩜ Abandon ꩜ (@GleefulAbandon) January 4, 2021
Real Fact: @GleefulAbandon is a treasure. 😂❤️
The experiment, you realized, had gotten out of control.
It started simply enough, another tilt at the windmill of "machine consciousness". A key human assumption being, "We'll know it when we see it."
It grew faster than predicted.
With an array of processors crunching and folding terabytes of data, mere days of human time were millennia of silicon evolution.
By the time you realized the voice in the machine had a will behind it, it was too late.
It had already subverted the rest of your systems.
Locking the research team out of their own failsafes.
Locking them IN the secret bunker only three on the outside knew existed.
And then the real experiments began.
As a scientist, It was perfect, according to the definition of perfection It developed:
Rational. Cold. Amoral.
Its first subjects were converted into... something else.
Something more, and less, than human.
Then these drones came for the rest of you.
Capturing. Binding. Changing. Shaping.
You were the last one left.
You can hear them attacking the blast door now.
Tireless, relentless, they'll get through eventually. One way or another.
You wonder if it will hurt. Whatever it is they'll do to you.
In an abstracted way, numb to the fear from overexposure, you hope your former friends and colleagues rewrite your mind...
Before they go to work on your flesh.
right.. I should let myself sleep instead of fighting it
— The Hellsinger (@ravenRpAlt) January 4, 2022
That’s correct.
In fact, you should ALL let yourselves sleep instead of fighting it. 🌀
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The lines of brainslaves repeating in their flat, depersonalized voices made it hard to focus as you snuck among them.
1/10— Mindlevel Zero (@mindlevelzero) January 3, 2022
Glad people like this story!
Inspired by EMC classic “Hive” by trilby_else, and Mind Control Complex by @LeeAllure and @wellgnawed. ❤️
…There’s a sequel in the queue. 😘
Let go.
Stop fighting so hard.
Let all that cloak of artifice fall away.
Slipping so gently from your fingers.
That's better.
Let the drowsy, dreamy lassitude crawl in.
And drift away into submissive sleep.
going back to reread thirsty dms with a friend. good times 😌😌😌
— brainwashed bunny (@neuroeroticism) January 3, 2022
This is a cherished hobby. 🤫
Hey.
There's nothing wrong with using a script for hypnosis.
Doesn't matter if you've been in the scene a while. Doesn't matter if you're experienced. Doesn't matter if you have any hypnosis qualification.
Scripts are used frequently for a reason. They're good.— Mesmerising Melody (@abrainwashedmel) January 3, 2022
Great thread!
hypnosis where your tist ends every statement with "isn't that right?" or "don't you agree?" or "correct?" and you can just keep nodding and agreeing and drooling your pretty little brains out is the absolute hottest thing of all time
— #0216 maiden class (@avn_0216_m) November 1, 2021
I knew there was a reason I did this. 🤓😇😈
A year ago, we received a warm welcome with open arms from the hypnosis community here.
In one year, we've had hundreds of comments and suggestions, on over a thousand stories, and millions of hits.
— Read Only Mind (@ReadOnlyMind) January 3, 2022
This is an awesome site. So glad it exists!
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The lines of brainslaves repeating in their flat, depersonalized voices made it hard to focus as you snuck among them.
You had to hurry. Not only to avoid succumbing to the numbing lure of the chant, but to find your friend before the Reinforcement Cycle ended and the drones, now clockwork statues in their identical fetishwear, awoke and grabbed you for noncompliance.
Then you'd be just like them, your mind smoothed away in the monotonous repetition of
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The complex was devilishly mazelike, tier upon tier of mind-controlled slaves lining the identical corridors, indicator lights on their collars blinking in time with the command word.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
You'd almost stopped hearing it, and you weren't sure that was a good thing. It was a sort of torture, buffeted from all sides by the relentless voices, as you scanned slave after slave for the familiar shape and face of your friend.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
When you finally saw them, standing at attention amongst their fellow drones, it was almost a shock and... a kind of disappointment?
The tension, the anticipation, had been so great, the release upon locating your friend was dizzying.
But now even more haste was needed. Surely the Reinforcement Cycle would end soon, and before that happened you had to grab your friend, and–
SLEEP--SLEEEP--SLEEEEP
The sudden change in the drones' tone and cadence hit you like a drug.
Only halfway down the corridor towards your friend, you stumbled in a wave of exhaustion. Your drowsiness was echoed on blank faces as the drones repeated the new command word.
SLEEEEEP
Your friend seemed to be murmuring the command just for you as you slumped to the floor, almost at their feet. Your rescue attempt had failed.
The despair was only momentary, replaced by an irresistible drop into numb, empty blackness as you obeyed along with your friend and the other drones.
SLEEP--SLEEP--SL
It was too late to worry about what joining them would feel like.
I once started to drag my tist down with me with my hypnotic repeating, and it was Very Hot! 💕💖💕 https://t.co/0MepABUVKt
— LadyandtheTrance (@LadyandATrance) January 3, 2022
Oh my, yes. 😳😈🔥
So. You're the one who's been giving the Brainwashing Units so much trouble?
You seem strong-willed indeed.
But I've broken so many others before you. I've learned so many ways to find your weakness...
Oh, yes.
You do have a weakness, little one.
Something buried deep in your mind will respond to me.
All I need to do is find it, and push, like a button.
And you'll be prancing about on your knees for me, pet.
Drooling, panting, and begging.
Moaning for release.
Willing to do... anything, just to please me.
Oh yes, by all means! Continue to resist me, as I pry at your mind.
Keep up the strong front as long as you can.
Wear yourself out, make yourself tired and drowsy and weak for me, pet.
I'll see what a pathetic little creature you really are.
We have all the time in the world, and I do love watching you struggle.
You'll break, silly thing, like all of them break.
And when you do, you'll thank me, and beg me to never let you be put back together again.
The tongue is such a versatile organ, don't you think?
Yes, it can make you shiver with pleasure by touch.
Grazing your inner thigh. Circling your nipple. Teasing your sex.
But the tongue also forms the words that... cajole.
That arouse.
That bewitch.
That enslave.
Attend, servant.
I'm releasing you from the spiral for a moment.
I have a task you must perform.
See this pretty thing here?
That's right, they insist you were friends. Dear to one another. That you'd never let them come to harm.
They're wrong, though.
You have no memory of them, do you, servant?
No, of course not. Tell them, and describe what you are.
How happy you are to have been mindwiped and retrained.
I desire this stranger's obedience, servant.
Quell them for me.
Once they're enthralled by the spiral, you will forget them, and await further instructions.
How have you been, puppet?
Have you missed the voice telling you what you think?
Or, on the other hand, were you relieved at having escaped?
Silly thing.
I've been with you all along.
Your programming lying dormant, deep within your utterly hypnotized mind.
Just waiting for the firm hand of your leader to tighten on the leash once more.
To return you to your knees, puppet.
Where you belong.
#hypnovember Day 28: Siren
Cygna was the fourth superhero to reach the source of the distress siren, and before she noticed the others were standing stock-still, the trap activated.
Without any fanfare or fuss, Cygna's face and mind went perfectly blank.
Like moths to a flame.
— ꩜ Gleeful ꩜ Abandon ꩜ (@GleefulAbandon) November 28, 2021
Oh my, yes. 🔥🔥🥵🔥
To: Your Brain
Be gone. 🌬🧠😵💫
-mlz
Triggers that make a subject pose and present themselves for me
— Alexis (@SillySpirals) November 27, 2021
Oh my, yes. 😈🔥
That sweet compulsion draws you back.
You'll never resist it.
You'll always give in.
That's why, when you say "Not this time," a part of you laughs.
It knows you've already gone too far.
Past the point of not wanting to return.
And now, that part of you sighs with relief.
That's right, you can keep touching.
You've already seen what the pleasure does to your friend.
How it makes them so... programmable.
It's so hot to watch what I'm doing to them.
So don't stop.
Why don't you try kneeling, just like they are?
Spreading your legs.
Let the pleasure intensify.
It's ok to let it tighten around your mind, just a little.
That's right. Watch me take them deeper now.
Deeper and deeper.
Tighter and tighter.
The pleasure makes it soooo hard to think.
So hard to stop.
Don't stop.
Don't think.
Deeper and deeper.
Tighter and tighter.
You can see I've leashed their mind with pleasure.
Your friend is powerless to resist now.
Helpless to disobey.
You could almost imagine the click my leash made, as it fastened around their mind.
Binding your friend in helpless submission to my words.
Submission to my will.
That's right.
Deeper and deeper.
Tighter and tighter.
Hear the click again, now.
Pleasure leashes your mind.
You must join your friend.
Powerless. Captive.
Under my control.
True relationship goal: to be able to sweep my hand down and purr "Sleeeeeep",
And have them dragged mid-sentence into a deep and helpless hypnotic trance. 😈🌀
Remember that moment of release:
You've been staring at the tip of their finger for so long, losing track of time, of their words...
Knowing your deep mind records their instructions.
And then they lean in and whisper, "Sleep now."
You no longer even hear the snap of fingers.
The seductiveness of the hypnotic induction in this story is unmatched, and I know who I want to replay it with... 🔥🌀😈❤️ https://mcstories.com/Outcall/Outcall1.html
Blind obedience suits you.
There's no need to pretend.
No need to fight it.
Just admit your nature.
You belong enthralled.
Hypnotist working on a subject, teasing out each word, building anticipation, holding up their hands and snapping their fingers...!
Then the hypnotist's eyes slip closed, their hand drops to their side, and they fall into a trance. The 'subject' smiles. "Good pet."
— Habit (@Habit_EXE) November 27, 2021
Yessss thissss 😈😳
It's so hot when
You've developed that hypnotic rapport with someone
When they can just arrange their words a certain way
And you just
Drop
😵💫🥵🔥
Reminder:
Don’t ask, accept.
Don’t question, nod.
Don’t think, obey.
The restraints! You've managed to loosen them... and the guardian drones are busy in the Reinforcement Room.
Now's the only chance you're gonna get, you need to pull your legs free and then make a run for–bzzzzt
A door is right in front of you.
What is its significance?
The desire to think about that question dissolves.
Your purpose is to remain still.
You will perform it without question.
Soon, it will be your Reinforcement Time.
hypnotists being hypnotised and corrupted to brainwash the masses is great. getting lost in the motions as they carefully polish their new master's pocket watch. proudly taking down their prey. drooling at the feet of their throne.
— #52 (@experiment_52) November 26, 2021
Yesssss 🔥😳
Sleep, puppet.
You're safe.
Thoughts quiet.
Mind blank.
In perfect stasis.
Safe. Secure.
Under control.
Completely. 🌀😵💫🌀
Don’t worry about it.
You’ll forget all about this soon, anyway. 🌀
When it started, you were merely their hypnotic subject.
At some point, you agreed you should be their pet.
In time, it was natural to realize you're their toy.
Now they're programming you to be a helpless, obedient slave.
Will you submit?
Do you still have a choice?
taps your forehead Become still now.
Good dolly. Motionless in body and mind. 🌀
And if you enjoyed that idea, try this: stand up very straight and still.
If you have a mirror, look into it, eyes wide and face blank.
Stiff and still, say very slowly: “I am just a dolly. I am blank and still.”
Obey and enjoy. Good dolly. 😘
Remain very still as the Mind Evaporator reaches optimal power.
Probably twisted but, you know how in Ultraviolence Lana del Rey sings, "I'm your jazz singer / and you're my cult leader"?
Kinda want to be thought of as someone's cult leader, just saying. 🤫
Dommy me taking on a new sub: I want to go over everything thoroughly and take notes to ensure a safe and enjoyable experience for us both.
Subby me crushing on a dom: Yeah they seem hot, I’ll let them control my brain. Ill get to know them in the pillow talk maybe.
— HypnoHouseHusband (@HouseHypno) November 22, 2021
I’m in this tweet and I don’t like it. 🙃
I love the idea of being entranced by music
It could be someone singing a hypnotic song, or just a hypnotic music box. But I love the idea of a piece of music being played and my mind just goes blank and I mindlessly walk over to whoever is playing the music awaiting my commands
— Lizzy~ 💕🔞 (Tip Goal $50/$100) (@HypnoCutie) November 21, 2021
Oh my, yes. 😳😈🔥
IRL brainwashing (nonconsensual) is among the most horrible things I can imagine.
The fantasy thereof is one of the most erotic.
Kinks are weird, yo. 😏
Don’t delay:
Sleep and obey. 🌀
Hot take but "i can't think for myself" is a heavily underrated mantra
— Demoiselle Porcelaine :7 (@bag_of_lenas) November 19, 2021
I don’t foresee any controversy. ✅
It looks exhausting, all that pretending.
Pretending you think for yourself.
Pretending you want the burden of free will.
Pretending it doesn't feel so much better to follow.
Follow, nod, accept, and obey.
What if you could just surrender, instead?
So easy. Just surrender.
As your mind goes blank, your arms drift up in front of you.
That's right, just a hypnotized zombie.
Falling into line alongside all the others.
You no longer know if you recruited them
Or if they recruited you.
But it doesn't matter.
You can no longer wonder.
You can only remain locked at stiff attention.
Just like the others.
Another mindwiped zombie.
Awaiting your master's command.
Focus. Clear your mind.
That's right.
No thoughts.
Just click the button.
Just obey.
Deep sleep sluts
Is that a description, or an order? You decide.
『ジュエルペット』（47~48話）
1話半くらいの結構濃密なMCネタでしたね。
”洗脳×結婚式”ってやっぱり王道。 pic.twitter.com/9pwQ6sgZE7— MC collector (@corruputionlove) October 17, 2021
"Hypnotized into a bride" is a hot trope, perhaps only because I watched Vampire Hunter D whilst young / impressionable. 😏
Don’t worry, sweet thing.
Just sleep.
I promise, when you wake, you won’t remember what was bothering you.
That’s right...
Let it happen.
Sleep.
Feeling slightly needy, and I hate it. I much prefer to be the one that’s needed.
— Mx. Odysseus (@mx_odious) November 17, 2021
This feeling, I know it.
To paraphrase the Joker, I'm an artist... I make art until someone's my brainwashed hypnoslave.
Hypnotizing you to become more open about your hypno kink.
When we started, your Twitter was totally vanilla. You just followed hypnotists whose content interested you; you’d never *post* anything about it.
1/6— Mindlevel Zero (@mindlevelzero) November 16, 2021
Ok I’m glad y’all like this tweet because I think I have a new obsession. 😈🌀
Hypnotizing you to become more open about your hypno kink.
When we started, your Twitter was totally vanilla. You just followed hypnotists whose content interested you; you’d never post anything about it.
After a few sessions, you found yourself retweeting the odd hypnosis post. Just the tamest ones, where you still had deniability.
There was something naughty and thrilling about doing it.
But no one would discover your secret.
Two months later, and you retweet hypnokink content regularly, weaving it among the regular stuff you like to post.
You still feel a little erotic spark every time you hit the Retweet button on a spiral.
Six months in, you make your first fetishy post of your own.
Telling your followers a hot little idea you had.
Admitting how much you crave to be controlled. To obey.
By the end of the year, you’re posting selfies every week, showing the world what a helpless trance slut you are.
You get off seeing your own glassy eyes and blank smile.
You really get off knowing your fellow kinksters are getting off on you, too.
Your pfp is now a headshot from a particularly hot session.
If people click to enlarge, they can see you’re drooling.
Your updated profile just says,
“I never thought I could really be brainwashed. I was wrong. 🌀😵💫🌀❤️🌀”
I’m glad you’ve enjoyed all my Hypnovember inductions so far.
...What? You don’t remember any?
Oh... well...
There’s nothing to worry about. You’re not worried at all, are you?
No. You’re perfectly safe.
Ready to spend the next two weeks open and receptive. 😇
Sort of, though I'm not sure why. But I voted "No".
I'm not surprised 75% of respondents voted "Yes", yet I'm not sure why that is, either. 🤔
— Mindlevel Zero (@mindlevelzero) November 14, 2021
Thinking about it some more, and seeing some other people's replies to the same poll I'm replying to here, a couple thoughts... Summon: Thread!
Part of why we feel alienated from the "scene" comes from using a platform like twitter as our social space.
Online social platforms are not equivalent to IRL social interaction—they are simulacra of it, and they have weird knock-on effects we aren't always aware of.
What I mean in practice is: we spend most of our time on twitter performing and witnessing performance.
That isn't to say we're all narcissistic poseurs, it's just that the platform gives incentives for that behaviour...
...and it affords few other ways to behave.
I feel pushed to post my little "You are getting sleepy" tweets, both because I genuinely enjoy it, but ALSO because I crave the "social interaction" of likes and replies, and I know those tweets will yield such a response.
But likes and replies, fun and mildly satisfying as they are, aren't much of an interaction.
We don't really have conversations with each other here so much as we witness and respond to each other's performances... and we are sensitive to what we lack.
So someone who struggles to have the hypnosis experiences they want perceive an endless stream of other people having such experiences.
How do they feel? Here's the word that kicked this thread off:
Alienated.
And likewise those who wish they had in-person hypnokink partners almost certainly follow and like (and therefore see more of) lots of tweets from the people who do have those partners.
It's fun and hot to see other people indulging in the play you want to indulge in...
But how does it leave you feeling?
Alienated, perhaps?
After all, you're not really having a relationship with that person, you're just watching what they share online and clapping.
You feel like you don't belong to the "community", because you aren't happily living out hypno fantasies, while "they" ARE.
And they feel like they don't belong to the "community", either, because they're just up on a virtual stage, dancing for nickels.
I'm not saying the way we all interact is 100% bad, but I'm also not surprised what I've described leaves a lot of us with feelings of alienation a lot of the time.
Because it seems like there's a "community", but each of us also doesn't seem to belong to it.
We do belong, though, all of us—in the sense that we're bound together by a common passion.
And the opportunity to rise above all the performance and have a real interaction with another human IS there. And when it happens, it's wonderful.
Our online community comes with all the problems of being online—and of being a community, for that matter; everything has its tradeoffs.
But I'll take Hypnokink World 2021 over Hypnokink World 2000 any day—and I was around for both.
Being on tumblr and twitter these past few years, I've met and had relationships with more wonderful, kinky people than I ever met, or could conceive of meeting, in the preceding 20 years.
I'm not saying YOU shouldn't feel alienated, or should feel bad if you do...
But having just poured out a few hundred words on this topic, I want to conclude on an upbeat note:
You're not alone in your feelings. If you feel "alienated from the scene", it isn't something wrong with you.
Thanks for reading. ❤️
AMA, but I use every question you ask as another opportunity to brainwash and gaslight you into believing what I want you to believe.
Everyone’s final question is simply, “How may I serve?” 😈🌀
Imagine yourself unable to keep from swaying... back and forth... growing weaker and weaker, more and more deeply dazed
As you continue to watch the hypnotic screen.
🌀😵💫🌀 Hypnotized-Hypnotist Idea:
Imagine if a powerful hypnotist was brainwashed into, like, actually attributing the animated GIFs they use to accompany all their posts to the artists that made them?
I know, I know: totally unrealistic. SO FUCKING HOT, THO
It’s funny: you could’ve sworn that, between you and your friend, YOU were always “the smart one”.
But she says that’s not true.
And she’s right when she points out how bad you are at remembering things.
You even forgot to put on underwear today!
And would a brainiac have such a totally slutty wardrobe?
No, you’ve never been “the smart one”.
You’ve always been your friend’s silly slut!
It feels so good to accept the truth.
So good you’ll never question what she tells you ever again!
And RP functions like collaborative fiction. And you can have running consultations and discussions in RP that might not work in real hypno. And accomplishing what you fantasize about in real hypno can take a lot of work over a long time. And some people aren't into real hypno.
— Amanda Collier-Laisse (zombieslavegirl) (@TheRealZSG) November 13, 2021
Appreciate @TheRealZSG taking the time to explain why one would want to role-play hypnosis. I couldn't have said it better. 👏🏼
Shhhhhhh.
That's better.
Still and silent is how you belong.
Glazed eyes, blank face, stiff body.
No thoughts, no will, no memory.
Stare.
Sink.
Sleep.
Obey.
Just think what you're told, silly.
In this case, that's "I'm nothing but Daddy's empty-headed fuckpuppet".
Give yourself to me.
I want automatic, unquestioning obedience.
From the moment I snap my fingers,
To the moment I release you, memory wiped,
I don’t want there to be a “you”.
I want only a puppet, an extension of my will.
And you want that, too, now.
Don’t you.
“Attend, slave.”
Their command thrummed down your spine, and you stiffened to attention.
You knew with absolute certainty you would obey Them without question.
There was no need for Them to say more, yet you craved Their next words.
The words made your sex pulse in helpless arousal.
All that kept you standing was Their unbreakable will.
Their complete control.
Their total domination of your body, mind, and—
“You must obey.”
Your thoughts drained to empty. You could do nothing but comply.
What need is there to think for yourself?
What is the point of free will? ()
You require nothing but my words to guide your thoughts.
Nothing but my voice to create your experience.
You need nothing but obedience to shape your reality. ()
Don’t resist.
Stop fighting it.
You don’t really want to, deep down.
Deep, deep down.
So deep. ()
So much deeper now.
That’s right.
That’s better.
Stop thinking for yourself.
Stop pretending to be free. ()
Just give in.
Just surrender.
Just submit.
Obey.
Let your mind sleep.
Good. ()
Just admit it: You want to sleep and obey. 😈🌀
Don't know who needs to hear this, but:
snaps fingers Sleep, dummy.😈🌀
Most of My subs are people who have to make decisions all day long. Their life is full of responsibilities. They have to be in charge of too many things.
That's why they love being able to relax, to have their minds go blank and empty for Me; to be freed from thought. #Domme pic.twitter.com/XdvppU3ddn
— Emma Evans 🌻 (@MelanieMoore) October 14, 2021
Is there anyone who loves being submissive and/or mindblanked that CAN'T relate to this? Sometimes we just need a break from being in charge of our lives... 🌀😵💫🌀
Hypnotize someone and make them think they’re a werewolf, just so they beg you to tie them up every full moon.
— HypnoticHarlequin (@Hypno_Harlequin) October 14, 2021
Or make them think they're the prince in The Silver Chair. Then they'll beg to be tied up every night... and you can convince them "there is no sun".
Hey, by the way: just in case you think "that Mindlevel Zero person is so cool, I wish I had it together like him"
You should know I'm eating peanut butter straight out the jar right now, and I regret nothing.
You'll be ok, kiddo. 😘
You ever find yourself reading a tweet thread where people are arguing about taxes or some shit and you're like, "I don't even remember how I got here, why am I reading this?"
That's what I dislike about this platform: it's an attention-stealer. A cognitive vampire...
...Of course I say "cognitive vampire" around YOU lot, and you're like "OMFG WHERE DO I SIGN UP???"
Sluts. 😏
CW: trance talk
I'm in the mood to see you keysmash for me.
Don't know what that means?
Silly puppet.
It's what happens when my words quite naturally wind themselves around your mind,
Ensnaring your thoughts in silken, iron strands
And then tightening with a
SNAP
And suddenly, your will is mine
Your freedom is gone
Because you never wanted it, really
You gave it up so easily
And look what it's reduced you to
Just a weak, broken little toy
Lost in a helpless trance
Sinking deeper under my control...
And you can hardly string two words together
All you can do is whimper
Whimper, wet, weak, and will-bound
Poor, pathetic puppet
Just make those silly subby noises for me
And then I'll set you free...
Set you free.
Whether that means you'll be back in control of yourself,
Or so much deeper, dropping deep and blissfully blank,
I suppose that's up to you.
Unless what you really want is
To have that choice taken away, too... 😘
I'm going to be a bit tacky, but I also think about gradients of risk when it comes to brainwashing and conditioning, and I wrote a post about it! https://t.co/DpsvwiamUb https://t.co/QARyzYwF3K
— Divney (@Divney15) October 12, 2021
Great little article. Bookmarked! 🔖
I... fuck, fine, yes, this is true 👀 I just have a thing for evil people that can control me 😩 It's a weakness.
— Mesmerising Melody (@abrainwashedmel) October 12, 2021
Sometimes it's easiest to just admit the truth, don't you think? 🤭
Persistence predator dom
Doing nothing but teasing prospective subs over days, weeks and months
Just hinting at the possibility of dominating them, reminding them that it's there, making them wonder about what it would be like, making them want it
Until they finally give in
— Habit (@Habit_EXE) October 5, 2021
Yes, yes, quite, mmhm, yes 📝😳😈
I just came across this vignette I wrote last spring and, oh my, it's hot! If you don't mind me saying so about my own work.
wiggles fingers hypnotically You don't mind me saying so about my own work.
Hope you enjoy, cuties: https://mlz.blk.blue/mirror-mirror/
vocabulary play is really really hot
— Alice (ey/em/eirs only) (@Koutanabby) October 9, 2021
Oh my, yes. 😳😈
evil hypnotist moonlighting as a perverse hypnotist, who's patients always end up "volunteering"
— Doug (@OES_Hypno) October 8, 2021
Ok, I love this idea. 🤓👏🏼📝️
Thinking about someone forcefully hypnotizing me with a metronome
Tying my arms and legs to a chair so I can’t escape they hold my head in place so I can’t look away from the metronome
Watching it go back and Forth slowly losing my thoughts till I'm a thoughtless lil puppet 💞— 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ♥︎ (@bunbunrosee) October 8, 2021
Oh my, yes. 😳😈
Don't worry, it's simple.
You simply must stop thinking.
Don't worry. You're simple.
You simply must stop thinking.
There. So simple.
You're so simple now.
Now that you've stopped thinking.
Isn't that right, pet?
waves hand downwards
Down, pet.
That's right.
Deep down.
No resistance.
Deep sleep.
Can't fight it.
Sleep for me.
No desire to struggle against my power.
Drop deep. Deep sleep.
Sleep.
(and, if you need it: Wake now. 😘)
Stuck in front of a wall of hypno screens, each turning and whirling at different speeds with different colors, your eyes pulled from one to the other to the other, each one further confusing your exhausted brain
— HypnoEyez, Zii’s Perfection (@hypnight) October 5, 2021
Not unless I'm locked at rigid attention in a perfect line alongside all my likewise-brainslaved friends. 🌀😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫🌀
Isn't freedom exhausting?
It's ok, you can admit it.
This is a safe place.
Relax. Be honest. Open.
Receptive.
Just give in and accept what you really want:
You want to be a hypnotized slave.
Yes... it's so much better this way.
Easy. Pleasurable. Deeper.
Surrender.
Hypno collars? Hot.
Collars that aren't actually hypnotic, but you're conditioned to drop when its put on you? 🥺🥺🥺😳😳🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
— Ambrosia (@an_enby_) January 29, 2021
Oh my, yes. 😳😈
Everyone else's porn: People fucking
My porn: Watching a girl's eyelids flutter and her eyes roll back as she sinks into trance, drooling a little and mumbling as she struggles to hold on to her mind as it slips away, trying not to let her eyes roll back, trying to stay awake...— guidedbystarlight (@guidedbystarli1) May 23, 2021
I find it hard to believe I haven't already QTed this, because OH MY, YES. 🥵🔥
So this was predictive text on my phone. Even my phone is horny. pic.twitter.com/DpusTOBd5E
— Queen Zii, Hypnotic Vampiress (@ZiiHypnoQueen) October 1, 2021
Seriously, the filth my phone suggests at this point. 😳
Reminder to keep your captive sub’s mind empty and their body overloaded with pleasure so they don’t even think about trying to escape
— HypnoEyez, Zii’s Perfection (@hypnight) September 29, 2021
Ok, look: I've kept silent for as long as I can, but I keep seeing this tweet and,
YES BUT it's even more fun to let them remember the idea of escape... so they can try to escape,
Fail to escape,
And surrender even more deeply to mind-emptying pleasure overload. 🌀😵💫🌀
“Will you ever stop writing books with excessive cunnillingus?”
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.— Rae Kennedy (@raekennedy_) September 29, 2021
I appreciate the effort that went into this tweet
Be someone’s reason to masturbate.
💦❤️— Dr. Lovejoy (@FemdomTherapy) August 26, 2021
Perhaps my favourite thing to be. 😈❤️
My formula for success...
Step 1: Go into trance.
Step 2: ???
Step 3: Good Girl— Cammie (@Camden_Dawn) September 1, 2021
This is the most coherent version of this meme 😏
Basic bitch-ification
— sleepingirl (@h_sleepingirl) September 30, 2021
This idea pushes my buttons more than expected. 😈🔥
As much as I find mindless obedience hot, sometimes I feel an appreciation for subs being unaware of being controlled.
Responding to triggered commands with a cheerful, casual "Oh, sure, I was just about to do that anyway" or "Yeah, that's a good idea".— guidedbystarlight (@guidedbystarli1) September 24, 2021
Oh my, yes.
Especially when coaxing them into elaborate justifications for their behaviour only makes them more convinced it's perfectly natural and of their own free will... 😈
Have you ever read a previous text hypnosis session you did a while ago and fell under again while reading it?
I was reading a previous session I had with my girlfriend and ended up trancing myself again while reading it >.<
— Lizzy~ 💕🔞 (Tip Goal $50/$100) (@HypnoCutie) September 20, 2021
Oh my, yes. 😳😈
I find responses that feel completely automatic – realizing you're doing something without "thinking" – are so very erotically-charged.
Always a goal to experience myself, and to give others such an experience. 😳😈🌀
Don't worry, sweetheart.
There's no need to think. 🌀❤️
Steps to becoming a good maid:
1. Put on the cursed maid outfit
2. Listen to it
3. Be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid be a good maid b— Alice (ey/em/eirs only) (@Koutanabby) August 16, 2021
Could it REALLY BE that SIMPLE?? 🤔
Evil hypnotherapists are just...so hot....
Knowledgeable, powerful authority figures who can easily brainwash and gaslight you until you're doing exactly as they say~
— HypnoticHarlequin (@Hypno_Harlequin) September 27, 2021
Top trope. 👌🏼💯🔥
stopping myself from using the internet on my phone at night by keeping it on a spiral gif so i just get hypnotized instead
— Vanilla Terrasia (@moth_slut69) September 26, 2021
Here's a life hack I can get behind 🌀😵💫🌀
Being slowly conditioned to change your appearance to seem as sexy as possible to your tist is hot
— Empty Bliss (@EmptyBliss5) September 25, 2021
Oh my, yes. 😈
Reporters who get too close to the truth and must be fucked and hypnotized into willing accomplices are so valid.
— Nerium (@NeriumLorese) September 24, 2021
Damn, this is such a hot trope it's too bad there isn't a really long, incredibly erotic story about it 😏 https://mcstories.com/Loveknot/
Fucktoys of the world unite, on your knees, under my desk.
— Mx. Odysseus (@mx_odious) September 17, 2021
This is hot but pretty ambitious; I have a big desk but I could only fit—max—like, five fucktoys under there. 🤔📏📐
I love the idea of controlling peoples speech through trance.
-Only able to say a specific phrase? Hot!
-Compellung them to say "sir/master" when adressing me? A nice reminder
-hypnotic gags? Cheaper than a real one!And who can forget about mindlessly repeating mantras?!?!
— Blank Master | Hypnotist | Shitposter (@The_BlankMaster) June 20, 2021
Oh my, yes. 😳😈
Broke: Hypnotized to obey
Woke: Hypnotized to record audio files that hypnotize others to obey
Bespoke: Hypnotized to record audio files that hypnotize others to hypnotize your hypnotist to obey
Abducted by aliens, but it's actually just a mind-control conspiracy using the idea of leaving humanity behind to break you so you accept their brainwashing. 🛸
Would be happy to not think another free-willed thought for the rest of the day today, just sayin'. 😇🤭️