Hypnopum

Hattie's Holiday Hypno-Store

this is the first time I've explored anything vaguely findom in nature in a story? It's also got a little dubcon. Enjoy!

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You opened the link your friend had sent you and were greeted by a large banner proclaiming: ‘Hattie’s Holiday Hypno-Store: You simply must shop till you drop!’ In the centre of the screen, below the banner was a large spiral, with the word ‘ENTER’ in the middle.

Clicking it took you to a store-page, filled with all sorts of hypnot...

Give in

This is based on an experience I had today. It was a fun experience, to have been out of trance for over a day and still feel the effects.

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The squeak of the shower tap turning rang in your mind, familiar. But today you were distracted. As the water fell, you could feel that new side you’d discovered. Sweet, and simple, submissive, and very, very, horny. As the water hit you, you had to fight back the urge.

The urge to touch. To make yourself feel good. Where had this...

A simple exercise

I've been doing some hypnosis assisted exercise recently... And this has absolutely been inspired by it.

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The exercise was simple, arms out to chest height. Drop the balls, and catch them again, as fast as you could.

What wasn’t so simple was the way your hypnotist was speaking to you.

Reminding you of how the balls were like your mind.

Dropping, sinking. Each time the balls dropped. So did your mind.

If one of them touched the floor, that would be i...

Babbling

Inspired by a certain stream I watched last night... I decided to write about being a babbling, mindless toy.

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It was hard to think.

But that was okay.

You didn’t need to think.

All of those pesky thoughts got lost to the sparkles.

That made you giggle, and smile, and feel so wonderful.

So you didn’t think.

Instead you could sit, looking ever so good.

Letting your thoughts tumble out of your mouth.

Just as their words had tu...

Wordlessly

I love the idea of non-verbal inductions, and I love the idea of being indirectly hypnotised, so why not both?

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You can’t hear your hypnotist’s voice, not with the earplugs in. But, as it wends its way into ear of the submissive facing you, you can see the effect it has, almost instantly. The way their body begins to relax. You know that feeling. When all of your muscles begin to let go.

As you meet each other’s gaze, as instructed, you can see your hypnotist’s ...

The fog of forgetting

A tale of hypnotic amnesia, and of loss of identity, however temporary. An idea that I find really really hot!

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Your hypnotist cooed, sweetly into your ear, as your mind swam through a haze of forgetfulness. “Do you even know who you are right now? Here? In the depths of my trance? Or have I taken away all vestiges of what you were before?”

It was so hard to think. So hard to remember. It was so easy to forget. “Do you even remember your own name? No? Oh, sweetie....

Hypno-Cuts: A hypnotic drone hair dressing fantasy

Hypnosis, Dronification, all in a new hair salon you haven't seen before in town... This is a more literal take on a brain"wash".

This was inspired by a discord server I've been hanging out on for the last few weeks. 

CN: Brainwashing, dronification, amnesia, dubcon

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The building had caught your eye as you walked through town. A spiralling sign proclaimed the salon to be called “hypnotic cuts”, and all of the model photos in the windows showed gorgeous pe...

Tone

Sometimes, when someone's been trancing you for a while... Their voiec they use can become a trigger all by itself.

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It didn’t matter what your hypnotist said.

It was all about how they said it. That tone of voice that hooked your attention and dragged your mind down, down into the depths of trance.

So when they started using it in the middle of a conversation, it was hard to keep up.

Hard to stop your mind from fogging up. Even as they asked you ...

Wait

I love the idea of suggestions that happen when a toy misbehaves... And this is what today's story is about! Enjoy!

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There’s something so wonderful about the prospect of future pleasure.

So much potential. So many wicked thoughts that just creep into your head.

You hypnotist knows know what you want, and they will give it to you.

You just have to wait. You can do that. Can’t you?

If not… Well, would it be so bad to touch yourself? To let yourself...

Tick

This came from work the other day. Where I noticed a clock ticking and suddenly it was all I could focus on.

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“Can you hear the ticking of your clock?” Suddenly you were aware of it. That relentless ticking, time marching forwards. “Focus on it. Let it hold your attention.” And like that, it was all you could focus on. Each tick interrupting your thoughts.

Tick

Deeper.

Tick

More focused.

Tick

Fewer thought...

Switch-off

Inspired by something I posted on twitter the other day... two submissives hypno-duel it out to see who will get to be the first to be brainwashed.

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It was going to be easy. You could beat them. Couldn’t you? You had made the bet. One sub against the other. Whoever wins gets brainwashed by your owner. The loser has to watch and know the bliss the other is getting. You were both ready, waiting for the word to begin.

And still the moment stretched on. Your opponent was ...

More than a command

Something simple in concept. Just being brainwashed until the only thought in your head is 'Obey'.

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*snap* 

“Oops. Did you lose track of your thoughts? What were you thinking? Can you remember?” Your hypnotist smiled back at the confused look on your face as you tried to catch any threads of the thoughts that were in your head before the snap.

“It’s okay. Look at me. You don’t need to think. Do you?” You looked them in the eye. Thoughts clearing. ...

The Room

Inspired by a file I listened to recently. All about visualisation of hypnosis and brainwashing.

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In your mind is a room. A mental representation of you. Your thoughts. Your wants. Your needs. Your desires. And all your hypnotist is doing is asking to see it. To be let in. That wouldn’t be so bad? Right? To let them have a small look, just to begin with.

If you don’t like it, you can stop them at any time. But as they make themselves at home inside that room, you re...

Ear worm

A little more... Fantastical today. The idea of being hypnotised and conditioned by a piece of music. By an album. Because it feels so good to listen, doesn't it?

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As the song floated into your ears, the calm meditative sound began to make you feel more relaxed. More peaceful. It was good to relax into the calming waves of sound that captured your mind. To just let your mind go blank. To let go of all of the stress of the day.

As the music progressed, your body became m...

Do you?

All about edging, and how good it feels to always edge, never stop.

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Your hypnotist smirked as you reached the edge again and held back. Let yourself cool back down. They hadn’t given you permission to cum. “Do you want to get off? Is that it? To cum and get the orgasm that you’ve been working towards like a good pet?”

You nodded, desperately. There was so much pleasure. It had to go somewhere. This endless cycle of boundless pleasure was starting to break your ...

Doll

Someone requested that I write a doll microfiction, and here it is! Hopefully I've done the idea justice, whilst still leaving some mystery.

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You could feel yourself changing. Their voice weaving around your body and mind. Your limbs stiffening, your joints feeling less… Mobile. But it was good. The changes felt good. It took some time, as they worked, adjusting you. But finally, you were ready.

As they brought you up, you were facing a mirror. And you were you. But d...

Snapped away

I've always loved being snapped down into trance. It's such a feeling of powerlessness, just from one simple motion. Another Hypnovember prompt.

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“There’s something so incredible, about someone snapping you into trance. Or during trance. A sound that can pierce your very soul, make you pay attention and drift off all at once. A signal to go under, or to pay attention. And it feels so good to submit. Doesn’t it?”

Finally, your hypnotist snapped their fingers, and...

Possession

A pendant catches your eye in an antique shop. It couldn't hurt to put it on. Could it?

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The musty air of the antique shop was filling your nose. Your friend had left you whilst they haggled, so what could you do but wait? And it wasn’t like it was boring. There were a lot of cool things in here. Like the pendant that had just caught your eye.

Hanging from a small stand. It was pretty, shining in the lights. Catching them and redirecting them. You came closer. It did ...

Where to look

I've always loved being caught between focuses as I'm being hypnotised... And I've not written about it, so, eyes, lips, or watch? Your choice.

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Where do you choose to look? Their eyes? Their lips? Or the watch, swinging from their hand? They’ve given you free reign, asked you to choose, and it’s getting hard to think the longer you take.

Hard to think, easy to sink.

Had they said that? You hadn’t been watching their lips.

And their lips are s...

Reprogrammed

All about your hypnotist taking away your identity, leaving you to follow their orders. Short and simple today!

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Confusion and chaos span in your brain, it as so hard to keep track of your thoughts. So hard to make sense of them. Until they snapped. And like that, everything froze. Your thoughts. Your body. With a word, you felt your thoughts draining out of you. Feeling so good.

As you knelt, your body began to relax, alongside your mind. Just slipping, drifting, dropp...

You can resist

This was inspired by a couple of people, and is all about trying to resist two hypnotists as they try to sway you with their words. You can resist. Can't you?

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You can resist. It doesn’t matter that there’s two of them. It doesn’t matter that you’re having to split your attention. You can resist. You can keep fighting. Even if they’ve both started to find the small weaknesses in your armour. And are teasing them open.

No. You can resist. Even if their words ar...

Camera

So I noticed that my webcam flashes a series of lights when I turn my computer on. I presume that it's just calibration. What if it was more than that?

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Your webcam flashed a pattern as it suddenly turned on. Instantly, you sat up straight, looking straight at the camera. Words you couldn’t understand tumbled out of your mouth. What you were saying was unimportant. What mattered was how you were feeling.

That feeling was arousal. It was pleasure. As the lights flashed...

Knotted

Something to know about me is that I have ADHD, and a part of that is that I fidget. A lot. So you get fidget toys, or things that you enjoy messing with idly. And I thought how could that be played with hypnotically...

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Your hypnotist had given you some string to tie and untie. Something to fidget with. To allow your body something to do whilst your mind wandered. And it had become second nature. Start playing with the string, your mind would start to wander.

Start to ...

Insist

A piece revolving around a switch fight, and a possible turning the tables scenario.

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“Rather than resist, I would insist that you surrender.” The words felt powerful, somehow. Their stated insistence was making you want to obey. As your partner stared you down, you tried to muster the words to disagree. To keep resisting.

“No, no my bratty little toy. I’m in no mood for you to be thinking. I insist that you stop.” Again, you had just been about to open you mo...

Tension

This is a little bit of resistance, a little bit of induction. An idea that just came to me, based on a few inductions I've seen before.

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How hard was it to resist your hypnotist’s voice?

You just had to not listen. To not focus. To not feel relaxed. What’s the opposite of relaxed? Tense. Maybe you should do that. Tense up. Tighten your muscles. Don’t let them loosen or you’d start dropping into trance.

Ignore those tired feelings as you feel your arms get...

Fingers

A group play microfiction. Well. The idea of being tranced by a bunch of people in turn, over the course of an evening. More and more suggestions being put into you. Until the final hour, when people get to play with you however they want. This just focuses on one of those people.

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The fingers danced before you. You didn’t know whose they were at this point. The number of people who had tranced you had just become a blur of different focuses, and dropping, and then waking w...

Collar

This is a slightly shorter piece, about submission, taking the prompt 'collar' from earlier in Hypnovember!

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You could feel it around your neck. A soft pressure. Always. But it felt more real, the closer you got to seeing them. A pressure that reminded you how good it felt to submit, how submissive you were, who owned you. And it all came to a head as you arrived at their door.

Your thoughts began fading as you walked up the driveway. Your mind shifting quickly, into th...

Gentle

This Hypnovember prompt made me want to write something a little more domestic. A domestic fantasy that I've had on a few days, when work has been a lot.

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It had been a long day. Tiredness coursed through your body, and as you walked through the door, you could feel how drained you were. Shedding your coat and shoes, you called a greeting to your partner, whistling in the kitchen. They came out to see you.

“Oh, babe, what’s wrong? Long day at work?” You sighed, no...

A new pleasure

I was reading mindplay earlier today, and I cmae across the moving of erogenous zones... It was, inspiring, to say the least.

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The world felt slow. Your thoughts, sluggish. Your body, heavy, hard to move. Your partner, sitting opposite you, was smiling. They had a hold of your hand, and their fingers were tracing small circles on the back of your hand, which, somehow, felt incredible.

More than incredible. It was a feeling of pure pleasure. Like you were being touched i...

Pheremone

Another Hypnovember prompt, this can be seen as either fantastical, or conditioning to association with a certain fragrance.

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You smelled it, faintly. Perfume? No… Maybe. Certainly it was a fragrance that caught your attention, made you breathe in deeply, eagerly, wanting, no, needing more. More of the wonderful aroma. You looked around.

The only person you could see was someone walking away, down the corridor. They stopped as they got to the end, holding their keys. ...