hypnojake:

A shame I’m not there to hear Brooke when she sees these kind of pictures, she never can quite stop herself from imagining herself in them… Something about these pictures always gets her mind imagining every wonderful feeling the subject would feel. The feeling of her mind slipping under, the feeling of deep and wet submission, gathering down under as she helplessly begins to touch. And when she sees this pictures, she can’t help but imagine how good it would feel… How easy it is to imagine herself in her place…

Imagining herself on her knees…

Eyes locked…

Watching…

Following…

Imagining how good it’d feel to let go…

She can’t help but Want to be her. Want to be mindless. Need to be blank… Need to be deep… 

Deep for Master…

On your knees for Master. 

Blank for Master

And like her, you too can get lost and blank. 

After all, like her, you too gave up thinking the moment that you saw the pendulum swaying…

Back and forth…

And you can just keep watching the pendant now…

Just like her…

Lost, deep and blank…

Because you can be lost like her now.
You can be gone, empty, blank and deep.  Because its already happened, you’re already gone…  Because now you’re watching.  Now you’re falling.  Now you’re sinking.  And now you’re gone. 

Doesn’t it feel good to be lost?

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alex-rogers

hypnoswriter:

michellefades:

hypnoswriter:

You watch the watch. It’s a trick. A trope of television and bad movies. The sort of thing that happens in a porn where someone swings a watch two or three times and all of a sudden the other person is a zombie slave.

You watch the watch. For longer than you think you should have to. In the shows and stories it’s always quick, a rapid transformation from awake to deeply hypnotized. But you watch it, swinging back and forth no more a magical object of mind control than the watch on your wrist.

You watch the watch. Sure your eyes are getting heavier just as he’s telling you they are. But you’re looking up, straining to watch this watch swinging above you. It would be more magical if your eyes didn’t get tired and heavy. The fact that they want to close just means you’re human, not that he’s hypnotizing you or that you’re slipping into some kind of magical trance.

You watch the watch. He’s been talking to you for what feels like forever. Maybe he hopes to bore you to sleep. Truthfully you stopped paying attention to what he was saying, and started just letting your mind drift. You’re thinking about how you used to see hypnosis in shows way more than you do now. It’s not a plot point anymore. You used to see women being hypnotized a lot. They’d just look at some disco lights or watch a watch.

You watch the watch. Eyes heavier now, almost closing. Tired. Heavy.

You watch the watch. Your mind stops reviewing hypnotic tropes. The girl watches the watch and gets hypnotized. Your mind simply relaxes it’s too much work to think. You don’t need to think or even listen to what he’s saying you just need to watch the watch.

You watch the watch. Your eyes heavy begin to close. Close. You can still see the watch, in your sleeping mind. Swinging. Back and forth.

You watch the watch. Deeply hypnotized.

wwatch the wa tch

Just keep watching the watch.

binaural-scarlet-witchy:

ilovemyhypnosiskink:

lamb-chopped:

ulysseshypnoticodyssey:

cfada:

🙂 love it!

Stare

Relax

Obey

<333333

I wouldn’t mind staring at this for a very long time…

A simple catalyst for getting us in the mood

convoluted-moonscape:

zanythoughts:

A sneaky one.

Ooooh~

teasetoys:

onedeadpoet:

ungraciouslyblunt:

little faster there, stud.

I don’t think so. This is a fine pace to begin. How many more trips up and down your firm, gorgeous legs? As many as it takes to see the results I’m looking for. Then it might be time to move on to somewhere else. The back of your neck perhaps?

As many trips as it takes to turn you into a desperate weak wet pet