Hypnopum

Bound

A simple tale of control today, being wrapped up by a hypnotist's words.

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You could feel their voice, wrapping around you. Like the coils of a snake, like rope, you could feel it wrapping tighter, and tighter. Holding you still. Unable to move. Unable to contemplate moving. All you could do is listen, as their voice now began to wrap around your mind.

And it felt so good, their words restraining your mind, leaving you free of thought. Even more open to their words. Open...

Redecorating

Something simple, a nice metaphor of brainwashing.

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It had been a pleasant weekend redecorating, just the two of you. Repainting the walls, moving things around. Adding in new switches. New controls. By the end of it, your mind was wonderfully blank, and empty, unless they wanted to fill it with something.

A perfectly malleable mind, to be shaped however they want. Do they want you on all fours, begging for release? Do they want you frozen stiff, a doll for them to play...

Great minds

Sometimes a set of words line up in your brain, and you need to write them down, that's what inspired today's microfiction! Great minds don't think!

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You had met them that night, at the party. They were fun to be around, and they certainly seemed interested in you. Their eyes seemed to hold your attention, and they were so attentive to what you had to say. So, you had both snuck off to a side room later in the evening.

And you talked. And talked, and then you b...

Song

I recalled someone talking about training themselves to trance out to a song, and, well, I ran with that idea.

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The song filled your ears. And you tried to hold on. Tried to cling to awareness, as every note gently removed another thought. After a minute, you were barely clinging to thoughts. After another, there were no thoughts. Just you, existing in the music.

Drifting and floating, surrounded by the melody. Was there a voice, behind the instruments? You couldn’t t...

Kiss

Inspired by a post from Doll Diaries (@DiariesDoll) about a kissing fractionation scene they did!

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You can feel their lips on yours, and your mind returns to you as you kiss back, passionate, desperate to cling on to your awareness, knowing that the second their lips leave yours, your brain will begin to slip. You can feel it already.

Your poor sleepy mind shutting down as they pull back.

All the way down, into peaceful relaxation. No awareness, no thoughts. Just ...

More

Hypnosis can feel so good. It feels good, so you keep coming back to it, don't you?
CN: Themes of addiction.

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More. You don’t know how, but there’s always more. More pleasure. Deeper depths of trance you can sink to. Their control can bind itself ever tighter around you. More and more. An endless cycle of hypnotic wonder that leaves constantly wanting more of it.

And yet, when you are under, that need is gone. It’s all so simple. So easy. To drift, and float al...

Gradual

A small piece about conditioning. Being turned into the perfect submissive over a long period of time.

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It had been slow. Gradual. But you were beginning to notice how they were changing you. You were so much quicker at some things, for instance.

Quicker to drop.

Quicker to obey.

Quicker to find yourself reduced to a mindless toy.

And they were so very happy to see you like this, which made you happy. Your mind being moulded, sculpted, so gently. Befor...

Tongue tied

I love the idea of losing control of your speech. You can think clearly, but you can't actually say what you want to say. So, here's that!

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Your hypnotist had you tongue tied, and their laughter made you blush so much. Your thoughts were all there. But any time you tried to articulate them, you stumbled, and tripped. Your tongue, your lips, wouldn’t make the sounds you wanted them to.

And their sweet cooing was making you blush more, and more. Even as you wanted to de...

Distraction

I love the idea of a suggestion that slowly builds over time, and I love arousal, so here's both together!

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It was distracting. The feelings of pleasure. Phantom hands. Phantom mouths. Constant, and whilst earlier, you had been able to work and ignore them, now they’re becoming a bit more insistent. Making it hard to type.

Hard to think. About anything but the pleasure. Not enough to get you off, but enough to spark those needy feelings inside of you. The slight twing...

Bad idea

Going a bit supernatural with this one, some good old demonic mind control!

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As the demon’s boot tapped the floor before them, you sank to your knees. As their hand grabbed you by the chin, you could feel your whole body, wrapped tightly in their control. Their body, so close, was driving you wild with desire. But you could not act upon it.

Maybe it had been a bad idea to put on that amulet of control.

But it had been so shiny. And the voice had been right. It d...

Changed

This was inspired by the following line: "I can feel my mind and body changing". From System shock 2, of all places!

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You could feel your mind and body changing, as they spoke. Your mind feeling lighter, freer. Free of thought. Of will. Free to float in their words. Your body, on the other hand, was feeling heavier. Weaker. Like all of your energy was just ebbing away.

Draining out of you as your mind began to change more. New feelings flowing into it.

Obedience.<...

Binding

I've written about freeze triggers before, they're good fun. Today, one is combined with some light exhibitionism.

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They’ve frozen you to the spot. Layers upon layers of hypnotic control binding you in place. Of course, your body is capable of movement. But you can’t control that movement. And it feels so good, to be trapped in their power like this. A prisoner in your own body.

They take your hand, and pull your arm up, so your hand is hanging above, and in front o...

Toy

I had the phrase "What's in a name" in my head for a while today, and that gave rise to this story! CN: Personality creation/overwriting.

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What’s in a name?

Well, it’s a fairly good symbol of self-representation, for one. All of the things that make you, you. Wrapped up into a word or two. Your name can be thought of as you.

Well. It could be thought of. If you were capable of thinking.

For you, slowly sinking deeper into your hypnotist’s trance, you c...

Controller

This piece started out as one thing, but morphed suddenly as I was writing it. Some dronification in this one!

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The headphones are placed onto your head. The tone and their voice fill your ears, and you are gone.

It’s amazing how much their conditioning has changed you. At first you’d have had to take your time, they would have had to talk you down.

But now? Your mind is like a switch. Able to go from on to off in an instant.

To be fair, there’s a few ...

An update: part two

I am often someone who speaks too soon, and I think I want to keep writing longer pieces. 

So, what that means is that I'm keeping the £5 tier. 

I'm still going to be making my older longer pieces available to £1 tier patreons, but I'm thinking that for any longer pieces I write in the future, I'll be giving them a month early to the £5 tier.

Apologies for any confusion.

Hope everyone is having a lovely weekend!

<3,

Pum

Suck

Exploring that blank, empty headspace. 

CN: one mention of sucking cock, but more just around sucking.

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Oh, your poor hypnotised mind. Pumped so full of arousal, of need. But all of that is tempered with obedience. Because you are their good toy. And that is why, as their finger traces round your lips, their hand occasionally holding your chin, you fight the urge to suck.

You have been told to be still, to let them inspect, and you will. Because it feels good...

Interruption

Something short and sweet today, all about interrupting those silly thoughts.

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You can resist, it’s easy to thi- *snap*

No. You can still resist. Even if they kept interrupting your thou- *snap*

Even when their words make it so easy to give in. *snap*

Even when you know how much you enjoy being their toy. *snap*

Their play thing. *snap*

More and more. *snap*

With each snap of their fin...

Sounds of Arousal

Credit for this idea again goes to @sexobsessedlesb! A trigger that causes the sounds you make to feel more turned on!

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Your partner had been playing with some wonderful new hypnotic triggers. Their latest was simple, but oh so effective. They simply said the word, and your sounds aroused you.

Every moan, every whimper, every grunt, turned you on. Sent pleasure flowing through you. It was so lovely that night. So incredible. Lost in a symphony of your own pleasure. Drow...

An update

Hi folks,

Something I'm trying to be better at this year is making more time for myself. So, to that end, I'm stopping doing the monthly longer stories.

They took a lot of time and creative juice, and I just don't think I'm currently in the space to be doing one a month, along with the daily microfictions.

I may do some more longer content in the future though.

Now, what does that mean for you all?

It means that I'm removing the £5 tier, and I'm keeping the £1 ...

Spaced out

Credit again to @sexobsessedlesb for this idea! All about spacing out in your partners eyes, such an easy thing to do...

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You were trying to have a conversation with your partner. But it was proving… Difficult. They weren’t saying anything particularly hypnotic. But you kept losing track of your words. Your sentence would just go.

Their laughter brought you back to reality. “Come on, what do you want for lunch? Don’t make me choose again, I will pick panini’s ...

Sealed

Just some good old brainwashing. I initially envisioned this scene involving a supervillain or something, but, well, I left it ambiguous.

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“Oh, you poor, poor, hypnotised toy. Stuck, unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to think anything but “obedience is pleasure”. And that feels so hot, doesn’t it? Feeling your mind unravelling. Feeling yourself being remade. My newest pet”

It did. You could feel it. Barely, underneath the blissful feeling filling your bo...

Movement

Pleasure inspires so many reactions in us, moaning, writhing, a needy desperation, forming in our brains.

This was inspired by one of a list of triggers written by Sex Obsessed Lesbian (@sexobsessedlesb on twitter), credit for the idea goes to her.

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They were waiting. Your partner had given you a trigger and had asked you to tell them what it was. If you could, you could cum, and the effect would end.

You raised a hand to itch your nose and moaned as you felt plea...

The bet

I've always loved resistance inductions, especially when you go all out, and it doesn't matter in the end.

* * *

All you had to do was not go under for your partner. If you could resist them for five minutes, then you got to take charge for the night.

But they weren’t going to make it easy. Not when they had so many tools to use.

Pocket watches, and crystals, all so good at catching your eye.

A metronome, each tick interrupting your thoughts.

Or the spira...

Freedom

Hypnosis feels so good, why not keep coming back again, and again, and again?

* * *

It had been nerve-wracking, the first time you took the plunge. Your partner guiding you down, through chaotic thoughts, into a calmer part of your mind. Taking away your worries, your cares. Leading you deeper and deeper into those wonderful parts of your mind.

The parts where you felt free. Free to listen. Free to let them talk to you about all of these wonderful ideas. Ideas of service. Of...

Sipped away

I once experienced someone tying my pleasure to the amount of something I drank, and that gave me the idea of a similar induction.

* * *

They took a sip of their drink and giggled as they saw the effect it had on you. Feeling your mind being drained. Every drop of their drink that passed their lips, was another drop deeper into trance for them. Another sip, you could feel your mind melting.

It felt so good, having your thoughts drank away like this. Sip by sip, emptier and e...

No rope

I love the idea of being bound by someones words, as tightly as if by rope.

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“Oh, my sweet, we don’t need rope to keep you still, do we? Not when we have my voice, to tie your mind in knots.”

You could feel it already. You had been squirming too much, and they wanted you still.

You could feel the chains of your submission locking you in place.

Their words pinning you to the bed, beneath them.

So easy to let them have that control.

You wante...

Flipped

Following a conversation I was having yesterday about using a coin flipping for an induction, I was inspired to write this!

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You caught it, as it span, shining through the air, and then opened your palm.

Heads.

You focused more intently on the coin, as you came up, those delicious trancey feelings falling away.

Ready for the next flip.

Letting the coin spring from your thumb, up towards the ceiling.

The way the light caught each side as it span d...

Lethargy

A piece about being turned into an object of rest, and comfort.

* * *

Lethargy. It spread through your body like their words spread through your mind.

Slowly.

Luxuriously.

Making you feel so good.

So comfortable.

Their soft, tender, caresses making each body part feel heavier.

More and more relaxed.

Removing all the stress.

All the tension.

Until you’re the perfect pillow for them to rest on, for them to lean on as they whisp...

Confession

An idea I've always loved, confession fantasies to a person, then being made to forget that you have. The things you could do with it! Enjoy!

* * *

The microphone was set before you. It filled your attention. Totally. Completely. The microphone was everything you could focus on. You couldn’t even focus on the words pouring from your lips. Even though you knew you were describing fantasies.

Ways to be teased, tormented. Things you had never admitted. Things that make you fe...

Frozen

A piece about being turned into a statue by post hypnotic suggestion, I've written about it before, but I do love it quite a lot.

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With a snap of their fingers, you freeze. Body turned to stone. Your hypnotist laughs, knowing the hot flush of embarrassment that this vulnerability brings.

You can feel their fingers tracing you, slipping under your clothes. Feeling every inch of you.

For now, you are just their statue. Their object to examine.

And they will ex...