Hypnopum

Anticipation

This is all about the wait, as you want to just... Drop.

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“Okay pet. It’s going to be very simple.” They took a hold of your chin, forcing you to look up at them. “I’m going to tell you to drop. And when I do, you will just fall into trance for me. It’ll be easy.” They smirked, the half-smile curling their lips so beautifully.

“That will be easy. The hard part is going to be dealing with the anticipation.” You blinked, in confusion. Your brain was alre...

Their Toy

This was inspired by a bit of a classic fantasy, that I've had for a while. I think most hypnokinksters have this fantasy...

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Toy. That’s what you are. Your hypnotist’s toy, to be played with. Your mind open to their words, to their programming. It had been a slow process, but you had loved every step of it. When it had just started with the want. The need to be their toy.

That progressed to craving. The burning desire to be theirs. Mind, body, and soul. Their thoug...

Visor

Another hypnovember post, I figured I'd write about anothe fantasy of mine, about paying to be brainwashed and reprogrammed for someone else's pleasure.

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You slid the headset on. You could feel the attendant securing your wrists, making sure that you wouldn’t slip out of the recliner. They checked that you were ready, you nodded, and you heard the hum of the headphones starting up. The screen slowly faded in.

You couldn’t look away from he spiral, couldn’t escape ...

Doll

This is something I've wanted to write for a while, your partner enjoying having turned you into their doll. Enjoy!

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You could feel a sort of static in your body. You were stuck. One hand holding your phone, the other midway through brushing your cheek. You heard your partner giggle from behind you, but couldn’t turn to see them. You did feel their hand on your collar, give you a slight pull.

And you couldn’t help but walk backwards with them. Not too fast, you were...

A word

This is one that I have always liked the idea of. A word to bring on an orgasm. Simple, but very fun as a reward for conditioning purposes.

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The pleasure was building, rushing, surging forwards towards the tipping point. You were helpless before it, mind gone, body squirming, a tornado of ecstasy ripping through you. Until, finally, it popped. You popped. The orgasm hit you, leaving your mind soft.

And, as the afterglow settled into you, your partner held you close. “...

Coil

So, I'm not doing Hypnovember, but I will dip into it if I'm struggling for ideas (and after Halloweek, I'm a little tapped)... So, here we have Coil! Which instantly made me think of watch springs. Enjoy!

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Your mind was wound up. Tight. You could feel your thoughts, coiled like a spring in a watch. Moving too fast, so hard to keep up with them. As your partner spoke, the coil loosened a bit. As they swung a pocket watch before your eyes, you were transfixed.

You knew t...

Easy

All about hypnotic loss of inhibitions, short and simple, a return to the usual programming, after Halloweek!

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It was easy. Easy to open up your mind to them. Easy to let their words fall so softly, so sweetly, into that ever more submissive head. Or had you always been this way? So quick to drop to your knees. So quick to lick, and suck, and touch, and fuck everyone you were asked to

It felt good. They said the words and your inhibitions just floated away. It didn’t ma...

The Lair of the Lamia

To round out Halloweek 2020, I bring you the long form fiction for this month, "The Lair of the Lamia". In which our protagonist, Charlie, makes their way into the aforementioned lair. But the Lamia is not alone, can Charlie make it to the end, or will they succumb to the traps and guardians that the Lamia has in her lair?

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It had been a long road, but finally, Charlie had found it. The snakes carved into the cliff face had to indicate that the creature was here. No more spla...

Possessed

I've always loved the idea of possession, being trapped in your body, unable to do anything, but see what they're doing with you. So... Here's my take on it. Part of it.

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You wake up to pleasure. Why- why is your hand between your legs? Why can you not stop? It feels like you have been edging for hours. The mix of need and lust and arousal, fogging you mind. Again, you try to pull your hand away, but to no avail, your hand is out of control.

“Mmm… Why would you stop...

A semi-successful summoning (original draft)

This is the original, longer (and not really micro) version of the semi-successful summoning microfiction I released earlier this week. It's a little sweeter, though, the danger of playing with a demon is still there.

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Finally, they stood before you. Though it was hard to make out the exact form through the smoke that had come with them, the horns, the cloven hoof-steps, you knew it had worked. The summoning was a success. At least, it was. Until they spoke.

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A Woodland Walk

A fae enchants you in the woods, and steals you away to become their new plaything.

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They crossed your path again, their singing filling your ears. Drowning out your thoughts. What had started as a nice afternoon walk through the woods had turned into being led down the path by this ethereal figure, as they wove their way through the trees.

It was hard to put your finger on why you had followed when they beckoned. Or why you had gone to the source of the singing in the ...

A blade in the moonlight

Another entirely non hypnotic microfiction. This one is... A two-fer of some fairly hard kinks (personally speaking), those being knifeplay, and one other that I can't mention on patreon. I hope I've done them both well enough.

CW: knife play, threatening/violent imagery.

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Your breath comes in short gasps. Peering into dark corners. You could have sworn that you heard something. But nothing leaps out at you. No further sound. You lay back down, adrenaline starting to se...

A too successful summoning

I originally wrote this and it was waaaay too long, and the tone wasn't focused enough for a microfiction. So I cut it down, and (since I really like the original) I'll be releasing the original long version as a longer piece this weekend (for free to all, as a celebration of halloween itself)

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CW: CNC

You were ready, finally. You went back to you circle, still too excited to check it again, and began your ritual. You said the words, moved as the voice had told you to. ...

Marked for submission

I was toying with the idea of a hypnotic curse. Compulsion might be the better term, or geas. Something that slowly worms it's way in. Changes you. And this is what came of it.

CW: CNC (ish), and brainwashing.

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You couldn’t understand their words. But as they had just told you, you didn’t need to. You could feel them. Feel them changing you. Your brain, which just a few moments ago had been full of thoughts, of ideas, was now full of fog.

Of wisps of strands o...

A new life

You meet someone, and their eyes catch your attention. Then they catch much more than that...

CW:  Brainwashing.

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They had caught your attention the second they walked in. Gorgeous, eye catching, stunning. Perfect hair, a cute face, and those eyes. You could get lost in those eyes for hours. Oh. Crap. They’ve seen you. They’re coming over. Find something to-

“Hey there stranger. Something catch your eye?” They were upon you. You were flustered.

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Erosion - File

So, to celebrate 1000 followers on twitter, this is my first Hypnotic Audio file that I'm releasing to the public (and it is to the public, later ones may be patreon exclusive, or a timed exclusive). I guess it's also a voice reveal?

I am very open to any feedback, I want to do these (files) more regularly, so any things I can improve on, please let me know!

CN: A resistance induction, focusing on the idea that your resistance is a stone in the river of my voice, slowly beig erode...

Asphyxiation

The first post of Halloweek. This is about being choked at a play event. Blindfolded. You don' know who is choking you.

CW: choking, public play (at an event)

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You were tense. You could hear the whispers. The murmurs. People on all sides. The blindfold prevented you from seeing. But the anticipation made it easy to pick up on one noise. To focus on it above all the rest. The soft stretch of leather, the moving of fabric.

Was it a collar? Maybe a flogger? Those though...

Halloweek 2020! (And some exciting news)

It's the season of the spook! To celebrate that (and 1000 followers on twitter twitter.com/hypnopum), I figured that I'd branch out from my more traditional real-world hypnosis to play in the space of spooks.

So, for this week, I've got some more BDSM and Fear play stuff comnig up, a few more supernatural mind control encounters, and for the long form fiction for this month, it's going to be something that may have been done before, but I thought I'd throw my hat into the ring. A "figh...

Train of Thought

Just a microfiction about you losing your train of thought, with memories of hypnotic things your partner does to you.

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You were finding it hard to think. As the day dragged on. Things kept getting stuck in your mind. Memories of your partner, telling you to look into their eyes and… and… what? You couldn’t remember. But just the memory was turning you on.

You’d find yourself thinking about their eyes. Or them swinging a pocket watch, or them telling to you “s...

"Good toys Obey"

All about your hypnotist removing your ability to speak. Kind of.

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You came up, out of trance. Your hypnotist smiled at you, expectantly.

“Good, good. How are you feeling?”

“Good toys obey.” Were the words that passed through your lips. You stopped, putting a hand to cover your mouth. That wasn’t what you meant to say. You tried again.

“Good toys obey.” Again. This time, as the words came out, your mind felt a little fuzzy. Your body twinged wi...

Stealing

If your hypnotist takes away parts of your mind... what's left behind?

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Their voice was enchanting.

Weaving, and dancing through your mind.

Your tired, sleepy mind.

Making your body so weak and heavy.

Stealing from you.

First, they take your energy. Making it impossible to move. So wonderfully relaxed.

Then they take your thoughts. Replacing them with their own.

Finally, they take your will. So that the only will you can find is their...

Just one snap

I imagined the sound of someone snapping their fingers. Such a clean, crisp sound. Then I just carried on going.

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Just one snap.

That’s all it took, eventually.

You had been weakened by their voice. Telling you how good it would feel.

Your mind had been drained a little, from staring into their eyes.

Your body was already a little relaxed.

But that one snap.

That’s what took you under.

Let your eyes close.

Made your body go ...

Erosion

I had the image of water sowly eroding away a riverbank or a stone in the water, and I had to keep going!

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You tell yourself that your resistance is made of stone. You tell yourself that their voice has no effect. They point out that their voice is like a river to you. You can resist, right now. But every word erodes a small part of your resistance. Just a little at first.

But their voice does sound so good. So, you can just listen. And if your resistance s made of ston...

Overloaded

I couldn't think how to classify this. It's not necessarily about either a confusion induction or an overload induction. But it plays with the themes of both?

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Your hypnotist was trying to teach you a lesson. “Obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience. Right?” Your body jolted with pleasure as you nodded, your mind emptying a little more with every word they said. “So, obedience equals pleasure, and pleasure equals obedience.”

Another nod. Mind growing fo...

Pinned & Frozen

This is all about being pinned, frozen, and used for their pleasure.

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Pinned.

Caught.

It feels so good to be trapped under them.

Arousal rising as they play with you.

And you can’t do anything about it.

Not when your body’s stuck like it is.

Frozen.

You’re just a toy.

A toy for them to play with.

To use.

Your pleasure doesn’t matter.

All that matters to you is obedience, and their pleasure.

No mat...

Dropped

CN: some trancey language, focusing on relaxing, just for a little while.

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Sometimes it’s okay to drop things. To let things go.

Other times, we drop things by accident.

And every now and then, we get dropped.

Dropped by our hypnotist.

Deep down.

Into trance.

And it feels good.

To drop.

To sink.

To float down.

To be empty, and mindless.

To feel relaxed and peaceful...

Surrender

It's just one word. And yet it's so much more than that...

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Surrender. That’s all you have to do. You have already started, and it is so easy.

Just look into their eyes, and surrender.

Just listen to their voice, and surrender.

Surrender your mind.

Surrender your control.

Surrender your resistance.

Surrender yourself.

And feel bliss.

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More

A shorter piece today, all about wanting more...

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It felt good. Indescribably good. To just fall. To just sink. To just drop deep down. The bliss you felt, not inherently erotic, just pleasant, to be mindless. No thoughts. No desires. Just your hypnotist’s voice. Just their will. And all you wanted was more.

More trance. More obedience. More sleepy sensations that just emptied your mind and left you blank and empty. And your hypnotist was happy to oblige. A more willi...

Anticipation

When you've tranced with someone a lot, you get to learn what they're going to do. What if that alone dropped you?

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The watch fell, hanging from its chain. It dangled before you. Instantly, your eyes were transfixed. It shined in the light as it slowly twisted. Just like their control twisted around and around your mind. Your brain was emptying out, and the watch wasn’t swinging yet.

They hadn’t started speaking yet. But you anticipated what would come. The watch wo...

Typographical pleasure

This was inspired by my own inability to type without making spelling errors as of late... And a hot idea that came from it. Enjoy!

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Your hands fumbled. Your brain was fuzzy. You had been typing well for most of the day, and now you slipped. A wrong letter, and now you were feeling a little airheaded. You tried to focus. To keep on typing. But it happened again. And your brain got a little foggier.

What was happening? No time to wonder. Just need to focus on the wonderf...