#mind control

[jack-lexer]

Just a little something to stare at, try not to get lost

#hypno pet #hypno toy #free use slvt #hypnosis #hypnok1nk #mind control #dumbification #dumb wh0re

[nocturnowlette]

its kinda funny thinking about how hypnosis is fairly close structurally to some lost form of magic in some fictional world.

its a thing that does exist, but has been buried in centuries of misinformation, dramatization, and fantasy, and has had its power relegated to a party trick. people think that stuff like stage hypnosis isnt real at all, or just peer pressure, or some concoction of rationalizations to explain it all away.

you almost need to just start exploring it yourself, to experiment and note down and build your intuitive knowledge to become more skilled at the art. things arent easily scientifically pinned down, muddied and made emissive by the inconsistencies of our perception and its damping or amplifying effects.

it's as close to a soft magic as there is still remaining in our world, one that by design resists this ever encroaching idea that everything is boringly knowable and that life is without a beauty that cannot be replicated over and over again in a lab.

hypnosis and its functions are rooted at the very core of our minds, of humans and humanity, and it's cast aside conceptually like a tome in an old library, containing some fascinating secrets of the world.

it's neat is i guess what my point is.

#owlette #hypnosis #hypnotist #hypnotism #hypnotized #hypnotic #hypno fantasy #hypnok1nk #hypnosub #hypnoposting #mind conditioning #mind control #hypnokink

[vivitheanimaxen]

Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.

That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?

"Tango?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--

"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."

Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.

Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--

That wasn't home anymore.

Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--

"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.

Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.

"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.

"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.

The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.

"Hear what?"

Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"

His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.

"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.

"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.

"The same way."

Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."

"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.

He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.

Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.

He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--

Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.

Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.

As evidenced by who was in front of him.

The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.

The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.

Until he was out of the conduit's range.

Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.

Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.

A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.

He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.

It had abandoned him and now?

Tango didn't know what to do next.

#hermitfic #hermitcraft s10 #viviwrites #tangotek #dont mind me #tw drowning #something's wrong with the water #siren song #siren Jimmy #mind control #sorta #martyn is also a siren here and he targeted ren which is why ren also went nuts #they were having a competition to see who could lure their target into the ocean first #Jimmy won #tango lost tho #this is just a silly oneshot it probably won't turn into anything no plans here for a follow up

[neuralnetsprettypatterns]

Are you good enough to belong?

Cute enough? Funny enough?

Needy enough?

I think you are.

But you need to prove it - and I know just what you’ll think while you do.

#neural nets and pretty patterns #neuralnetsandprettypatterns #mind control #egirl #uwugirl #brainwashing #mindlessmantras #no thoughts head empty

[jayaury]

Queen of the Temple

Naturally, he knew the temple was guarded.

Naturally, he knew of the lamia's hypnotic eyes.

Naturally, this meant he must have wanted to be brainwashed.

To be controlled

To be her obedient slave.

Why else would he think he could break into the temple?

Why else did he dare to try and steal her treasure?

Why else would he think he could meet her eyes and not instantly be hers?

Instantly be wrapped in her coils?

Squeezed until he moaned.

Squeezed until he submitted.

Squeezed as he sank into her spiralling gaze until his mind emptied but for thoughts of her.

Of how lovely she was.

How beautiful.

How much he wanted to serve.

Needed to obey.

Yes.

He wanted this.

He just didn't realize it... until he met mistress's gaze.

#brainwashing #mind control #mindless #brainless #mind corruption #hypnosis #brain drain #hypnotized #jay aury #lamia #snake #spiral eyes #ai artwork

[least-listen]

https://mary-786.tengp.icu/m/aP7dw9S

#mindy kaling #angie varona #weird #mind control #[lyrics] #videogames #aki hayakawa #greenery #MGK #blacktumblr #acnh design #dark academic aesthetic #corvette #the riddler #gayfit

[wheelstone]

Bambi sleep

After a long time we have a sleeping Bambi again.

Reposts and comments are welcome, likes will be appreciated.

#bambisleep #mind control #brainwashing #bimbo training #hypnotized #bimboification #bimbo hypnosis #dollification #brainwashedminds #bimbotransformation #hypnosis #dumbification

[sense-year-everybody]

#mindy kaling #angie varona #weird #mind control #[lyrics] #videogames #aki hayakawa #MGK #acnh design #dark academic aesthetic #horror stories #inka williams #river viiperi

[pocket-watcher]

#who knows maybe I’ll use this as inspiration for a story… #hypnosis #hypnok1nk #mind control #brainwashing

[jack-lexer]

A perfect slut that obeys every command allowing me to be in total control while having her brain completely fucked up. Every slut needs a daddy to think for her, it's only natural

#dumb wh0re #hypno toy #hypnosis #mind control #hypnok1nk #free use slvt #cnc k!nk #fr33use #whor3 #cnc free use #dumb slvt

[nocturnowlette]

do you have any hypnosis audio files youd recommend?

Honestly, the answer is a "maybe".

In my opinion, in my 8 years of listening to files, not even 1% qualify as something I'd consider well made. The vast majority are nsfw, and the vast majority of those just throw any actual hypnosis away for a sake of roleplay. That being said, here are some files that, in my estimation, are at a minimum decent.

And always, read the description of every file before listening, even after reading my descriptions.

There's puppy ones at the bottom, by the way.

First, not an audio file, but an itch.io game.

brainwasher_program by sleepingirl (18+)

This is the most competently made thing I will be showing. Sleepingirl is someone I would consider a good hypnotist skillwise.

There is also test hypnosis game1 and ithinktherefore, also itch.io text hypnosis games/sessions.

Next, to my knowledge, the best file I've personally stumbled on (though it still didn't quite wow me),

Failing to Resist by Jack Drago (18+)

This file is a trance trainer, as in a file meant to use the ideas of resistance and turn that idea against you. It does a passable job, and you might find it quite powerful and helpful if you have some stubborn tendencies as a subject.

Next is another passable trance trainer,

Mind Melt by LilithUnleashed (18+)

This file uses arousal to bring about a specific philosophy of trance, one you might find more conducive to effectiveness: enjoying trance for the sake of trance itself, not just using it as a means to an end. There is no wakener at the end.

Next, a twin pair of files,

The Call of the Void and Hypnotic Acceptance by LilithUnleashed

The Call of the Void is a sort of run of the mill hypnosis file meant to be looped, and designed to condition you to trance and specifically to Lilith to some extent. Hypnotic Acceptance is a conditioning file meant to be played out of trance and doesn't bring you in to it. It's a nice idea that can have some small potential benefits, it's also relaxing.

Lilith, in general, is a competent hypnotist, if not a bit... much... at times. That's more of a taste thing, though. She does a good job, and these files are good.

There is also this conditioning loop file by her which is also nice, as well as this one.

Next is one for the pups,

Collared Obedience by LilithUnleashed (18+)

This one is, at a minimum, a very enjoyable time. It creates a mental collar and links it with actual collars if you wish and have the means. It forms one made out of various concepts relating to obedience. The suggestions didn't stick for me, but I'm a tad stubborn.

Obedience 101 - Welcome to Class! by FlowLikeTea

If you haven't noticed, I like trance training files. It's primarily because they're some of the only ones that aren't trying to just do erotic roleplay with the facile idea of hypnosis and hypnotic aesthetics. It reminds me of the ASMR sphere in that way.

Anyways, this file is just nice. Not much else to mention.

Slow and Gentle Hypnotic Induction by GoddessSoft (NotSoftForWork)

Thank you, Ms. Soft, for making an actually competent SFW hypnosis file. Soft is quite the competent hypnotist, and we'll be showing a few of her files coming up, but this one remains my favorite. It's simply a very well done relaxation file by someone who knows her stuff and has a good understanding of most aspects of audio trances.

Good Puppy Clicker Training by GoddessSoft (18+)

This is a beginner-centric clicker training file by Ms. Soft. It's thorough, long, and pleasurable. If you haven't noticed, I have not recommended files intended to make you finish in any way. I don't like them. They do not work for me. You'll have to ask someone else. That being said, GoddessSoft's page on the link has many different puppy files to listen to. Most deal with that.

Puppydog Fractionation by GoddessSoft (18+)

Another not-specifically-nsfw-focused puppy file from Ms. Soft. If I recall right, the sound balancing might be a little iffy on this one, though. Fair warning.

That's all I remember for now, but I might have more recommendations in the future. I hope you enjoy, and be sure to tell me how you respond to some of them. Enjoy!

#owlette #hypnosis #puppy space #puppy sub #puppyposting #dogposting #puppy brain #dog brain #dumb puppy #mind control #mind conditioning #mind break #hypnok1nk #brainwashing #hypnoposting #hypno pet #hypnosis advice #hypnosis files #brain drain

[watch-name-computer-early]

#btsgif #nhl #robin williams #fashion illustration #mindy kaling #angie varona #mind control #videogames #aki hayakawa #greenery #MGK #blacktumblr #acnh design

[neuralnetsprettypatterns]

What does a mind empty slut need?

It’s pretty clear. Her head’s empty and so are her holes.

She needs filler.

Come the filler show today at 3 pm EST on the Pink Room discord server.

https://discord.gg/thepinkroom

@blink-blank-bliss and @flux-sux are gonna get filler injected right into their minds. You can watch - or you can get filler too!

#mind control #neuralnetsandprettypatterns #hypnosis #bimbo doll #hypnok1nk #hypnosis files #neuroplex #bimbo dreams #bimbo hypnosis #brain drain #hypno nsft #hypno toy #hypno fantasy #hypnotized girl #hypnotized #hypnotism #hypnotic #hypno k1nk #hypnofetish #barbie bimbo #bimbo girl #bimboization #bimbo brainwash

[green-eyedfirework]

After hours of searching, he finally gets a trace of Dick’s scent.  It’s clear and sharp and not tainted by wolfsbane.  It smells like blood.

The wolf runs.

Traitor, his mind hisses, Dick betrayed him, betrayed them all, Dick is the reason his son still hasn’t woken up, and if it weren’t for the babe inside of him, Slade would’ve gutted him and left his corpse in the woods.  Good if he’s injured.  If he dies, Slade will just cut the baby out of him.  Their pack has great healers.

The smell of blood gets stronger.  It’s all Slade can scent, just blood blood blood, and there’s a twisting inside of him that is tight with worry.  That…is too much blood.  A part of his mind whispers that it’s a trap, another one of Dick’s nasty little tricks, how deceitful all humans are, and he doesn’t know which makes him run faster.

The scent leads him to a narrow ravine.  The way down is jagged—easy on four feet, but treacherous for two, and the smell of blood is so much sharper.  Slade is cautious, but there is only one scent.  Only Dick’s blood.  Nearly overpowering.

Slade stumbles upon his mate at the bottom of the ravine.

Dick is only a few paces away from the bottom of the trail, leaning against the cliff wall, sitting awkwardly with legs spread.  He doesn’t look up at Slade’s approach even though Slade is making no attempt to be quiet.  His focus remains on his arms.  No, on what’s in his arms, the folds of a shirt containing a small, wriggling bundle.

Slade registers the new scent, barely detectable under the blood, and shifts back before he makes the conscious decision to.  Dick does look up at that, craning his neck to see Slade looming over him.  He doesn’t quite meet Slade’s gaze, eyes fixed in the vicinity of Slade’s shoulder, hazy and distant.

“I just—just wanted to see her once,” Dick slurs, voice a hoarse rasp.  “My baby.”

Slade has to take another glance to fully comprehend the situation.  Dick is sitting in a puddle of blood.  His legs are splayed wide, one knee up, his leggings ripped down the middle.  The other leg lies limp and twisted, ankle swollen.  Dick’s skin is tacky with sweat and his eyes aren’t focusing and that is a lot of blood.

Slade crouches without meaning to, and Dick extends his arms.  His expression is soft, almost dream-like, and he doesn’t try to stop Slade taking the baby from him.  His cheeks are wet and as Slade watches, a few more tears trickle out.

“Bye-bye, Mari,” Dick whispers.  “I’m sorry.  Mama loves you.”

The baby shifts a tiny, closed fist and makes a quiet, plaintive sound.

It’s like the world rips down the middle.

Slade falls to one knee, arms tightening around the baby—around his daughter, around their daughter, and he can’t breathe because his mate is in front of him, barely conscious and bleeding out, and memories and emotions are twisting and warping and his mind is suddenly clear for the first time in eight months.

“No,” Slade breathes out, starkly horrified.  What has he done?  The emotions carve through him—rage and terror and guilt and confusion and Slade throws his head back and howls.

The sound splinters through the air, grief and warning and threat all in one, and it doesn’t die until Slade runs out of breath.  Slade howls again, desperate to get out the storm brewing inside of him, but the baby—Mari, Dick called her Mari, their daughter, their precious baby girl—starts crying and Slade breaks off to press his face to hers.

She smells like Dick, like Dick’s blood, but underneath that is the clear scent of a pup, is the hint of Slade, and Slade doesn’t realize he’s crying until he sees the tears splatter against his daughter’s skin.  He takes a ragged breath, head spinning, before turning back to Dick.

Dick, whose eyes have closed.

No.  “No!” Slade says sharply, shifting his grip on baby Mari to grab Dick’s shoulder, to shake his mate.  “No, Dick, little bird, please, you have to wake up, get up!”  The shaking wins him a low moan and Slade redoubles his efforts.  “Dick, my love, please!”

Dick’s eyes flutter open, blue eyes glassy and unfocused.  “You need to stay awake,” Slade tries to order.  “Do you hear me?  Dick?  Stay awake.”

“Can’t,” Dick whispers, indistinct.  “‘M sorry.”

“No,” Slade’s voice cracks.  “No, little bird, I’m the one who’s sorry, no, please, Dick!”  He shakes his mate again when Dick’s eyes close, but he’s growing alarmingly limp.  “Dick!”

“Take care of her,” Dick mumbles.  “Our pup.”  He slides sideways at Slade’s pull, and collapses against the stone.  His face is gray and his breathing is slowing.

“Dick!”

Slade, desperate, throws his head back and howls again, this time a call for help.  It feels like too long before he gets a distant, answering howl, seconds stretching against each other, seconds he spends patting Dick’s cheek or watching his pulse, absently rocking Mari with one arm to quiet her fussing.

“Dick, please, please don’t leave me, I’m so sorry,” Slade’s voice is choked and his throat is tight.  “Little bird, please, I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry, please come back.”

Dick doesn’t respond.

Slade’s face is wet with tears by the time his pack comes, racing into the ravine in a flurry of paws.  There’s a healer among them and they grimly take charge as Slade’s led away, as he listens to the healer barking orders to try and keep Dick alive, to try and save the mate Slade all but threw away.

Hive.  This is the Hive pack’s fault.  His turbulent emotions seize upon the dark thread of vengeance and grow stronger, stabilizing with a clear goal for him to take.  He will go after the Hive pack and raze it to the fucking bones if it’s the last thing he does.

For his mate.  For his pup, who might grow up without a mother.  For the aching wound in Slade’s heart.

Revenge will be his.

#my snippets #sladick #wolf au #childbirth #mind control

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Typical Day for a Mall Cop

My name's Bill, and I've been a guard at the mall for almost a decade now. It wasn't my dream job, but life has a way of creeping up on you with kids and a mortgage. I needed something to pay the bills, and I've always had a knack for watching over people.

Like any other weekend, the mall is fairly busy, so I stay on my feet and patrol the halls for most of the day. Occasionally, I'll check in with the other mall cop, but my time is mostly filled with watching shoppers come and go. If anybody gets too rowdy, a stern look is enough to keep them in line.

A lot of the time, teenagers will loiter in stores. Some of them even try and bring their skateboards in, but it isn't too hard to make them adhere to the mall's strict policies. They might be young and clueless, but that doesn't mean I'll cut them any breaks.

Over by the fountain, I see one of the boys I admonished a week ago. I think I caught him shoplifting or something. Thieves normally get banned from the mall, but I didn't do that with this one. He said something that completely caught me off guard; he said he could hypnotize me.

I laughed in his face.

Amused inwardly by the boy's foolish claim, I walk over to check in with him. I'm sure he'll remember the security guard that almost kicked him out of the mall last weekend.

The kid is chatting with his friends, but they fall quiet when they notice me looming behind them. Like we'd discussed last week, I drop to my knees and kneel in front of the troublemaker. He explained that this is the best thing for me to do when I see him around, and I can't help but agree. I know the boy deserves my respect.

I plant a kiss on both of his sneakers, and then wait for him to speak first. It takes a minute because he and his friends are busy cracking up over some unspoken joke. Whatever it is, clearly went right over my head.

"How you doin', mall pig?" the boy laughs.

I smirk at the nickname he's given me. We've gotten in the habit of calling each other by these pseudonyms, and I don't mind it.

"Very good, sir," I answer, using the name I've come to associate him with, "How are you?"

"Fine, I guess," he shrugs, "I spent your cash on kicks for my crew."

That reminds me of last week again. The boy had made it seem like a good idea to give him all the money I had, which included the paycheck I'd earned for last pay period. On the ground, I had a close view of all the vibrant sneakers the teenagers were wearing. It was nice to know he'd put my gift to good use, even if my wife had been pissed that I'd come home without my month's salary.

"You have another check for me, fat ass?"

His friends laugh at his new nickname for me, but I shake my head and answer a solemn, "No, sir."

The teenager groans and carries leads his gang of friends away, already bored with me. It seems like he's just going to leave me there, kneeling in the middle of the mall, until he turns and beckons me to follow. Inwardly, I'm glad that he's not done with me yet. I've come to enjoy our interactions a lot.

I follow the boys, crawling behind them all the way into a bathroom.

"If you ain't got any cash to keep me and my crew entertained, then you're gonna have to do something to make us laugh," he explains.

"Of course, sir!" I smile, trying to express how willing I am to impress him and his friends.

"We'd find it hilarious if you dunked your head in each toilet," he adds blandly.

I light up. He's just explained how I can be of service and now all I have to do is follow through. I'm sure it'd be hilarious for them to watch a fully grown security guard giving himself a few swirlies. That's peak comedy!

"Watch this, sir!" I laugh, crawling over to the first toilet and shoving my face into the water without any hesitation.

I know the guy that's supposed to clean these bathrooms, and it's obvious he slacks off because there are skid marks all over. I try not to think about it as my cheeks and forehead brush against the bottom of the bowl. When I pull my face out of the flushing toilet, my ears pop and hear a roar of laughter behind me. The kids find it hilarious, which only fuels my desire to keep going.

With a gaping grin, I shuffle over to the next stall and repeat. There are six toilets in the men's restroom. Some are cleaner than others. The last one is a clogged mess, and the boys find it hilarious when I come up with toilet paper plastered to my face. I laugh through it all, even if the urge to puke is growing.

By the time I'm done, I'm soaked in toilet water, and the teenagers are in tears.

"Alright, toilet guy. That was disgusting," the leader of the pack chuckles, grimacing in my direction, "You have a car or something?"

"Yes, sir. I've got a minivan in the parking lot."

"A minivan?" he seems disappointed, "Hand over the keys anyway. We wanna drive around."

"You got it, sir," I say, fishing the fob out of my damp pockets.

He swipes the keys out of my hand eagerly and turns to leave the bathroom. I start to follow the boys out, but he stops me.

"Why don't you stay in here 'till you dry off," he snorts, "You can spend that time in the corner, thinking about what you can do for me next time I'm at the mall."

"Yes, sir," answer, and the boys leave.

Briefly, the thought of getting back to work crosses my mind. I really should be out there keeping an eye on the vendors and their merchandise, but that goes away. Like suggested, I stare at the dirty tile wall and begin to brainstorm what I can do for the boy the next time I see him.

My walkie goes off now and then with the voice of my coworker wondering where I am, but I ignore it.

After an hour or so, I've dripped mostly dry, but a strong stink still lingers around my head. Still, I've come up with a few different things I could have ready next week. It'll take some overtime to make extra cash for the boy. My wife won't be happy about that, but it'll give me a chance to actually have cash ready for him when he asks for it.

The only other thing I have to offer is the perks of my job. Maybe his friends and him would like a tour of the security office? I'd give them free reign of everything in the confiscated bin.

Speaking of my job, I should probably get back. My partner is probably angry at me for not answering the radio. He'll be happy when I tell him I'll take the late shift for the next few days. Hopefully he won't say anything about the smell. God, it's awful!

Just another day working as a mall cop!

#hypno story #mind control #hypnotized

[trashkingroth]

Vox from Hazbin hotel in my style

#art #drawing #my art #my style #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox fanart #mind control #big brother