Author: ladyandthetrance

spiral-stares:

submittedcompletely:

ilovemyhypnosiskink:

slavehypnoslut:

ilovemyhypnosiskink:

ringoflewd:

cajunhypnoslut:

trancingwithmyself:

bored-no-more:

Now sleep!

This one fucks me up.

*drool*

Cc: @soundshypnotic

Mm~

I almost dropped after 10 seconds, holy shit

Wooooooah

And it’s on my blog again…I had to force myself to look away

crackle and drop

oh god it’s back… impossible to resist this one…

jukeboxemcsa:

sex-obsessed-lesbian:

digitalswitchgamine:

my-lesbian-pet:

Submissives are like air.

Every Domme needs one to breathe…

I’m kinking on this because they both look so sleepy and out of it. I kind of would love to think they’re being puppeted or playing out some post-hypnotic suggestion

Hypno-writers, can we get some caption love here??! @hypno-sandwich @jukeboxemcsa @wellgnawed @meltinggoldanddippingthingsinit @h-sleepingirl @darthkyra @enscenic @mr-ackerman and everyone else!

(If you insist…)

Which of them is hypnotized? It’s a fair question. It has to be one of them, after all; there’s an intensity and a focus to their lovemaking that only comes when the mind is allowed to shed all those tedious, extraneous thoughts and center completely on the pleasure, completely on the sensation of pure mindless rapture. The drowsy, quarter-open eyes and the delicious, languorous movements all whisper ‘mesmerized’. But which is the hypnotist…and which is the subject?

It’s clearly the pale girl. Right? Her eyes are almost completely closed, and she’s lounging on her side with her ear close to the tan girl’s lips. She’s slowly pumping her fingers in and out of the other woman’s wet, dripping cunt, keeping a smooth, mechanical pace that suggests the perfect rhythm of the deeply hypnotized mind. She’s lost in the moment, living to provide nothing but pleasure and softly thrilled to sink into the timeless joy of fucking away at her lover’s pussy. She has to be hypnotized.

But look at the other girl. She’s completely relaxed, the pleasure mellowing out her thoughts into a stoned, blissful daze as the pale woman’s fingers work at her clit. Her lips are unmoving, save perhaps to lay another kiss on the woman bringing her so much blank, mindless ecstasy with every touch, every gentle caress. And her right hand…it’s hidden, disappeared somewhere off beyond the camera’s view. Somehow, though, we all instinctively know where it is. It’s moving at the same pace, working at the same rhythm, fucking with the same intensity. She’s fucking and being fucked, a vicious circle that sends them both deeper and deeper into trance and into mindless rapture at the same time.

So there must be another, right? A third person, controlling both their wills and spiraling them deeper into obedient bliss. Some off-screen puppet master, perhaps a man, perhaps a third woman whose commands are driving them helplessly to pleasure each other deeper and deeper as the power over their minds becomes more and more irresistible. There has to be one, doesn’t there? If there’s control, there has to be a controller?

No. There doesn’t. That’s these women’s secret. They’re both hypnotized, their minds centered and focused on the pleasure of the experience they share until they enter a state of near-tantric intensity. The only thing they think of right now is each other’s bodies, each other’s sensations, the beauty and majesty of the way they explore each other with their fingers and tongues. The world has dropped away as their shared trance deepens, until the moment where they can’t take another climax, another orgasm, another drop of bliss in a mind utterly saturated with it. Then, sated, they will sleep in each other’s arms and wake again, once more themselves.

Until then, each of them is both controller and controlled. And both of them have surrendered to the pleasure that commands them.

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Her favorite bedtime story

hypnomindstorm:

quiet-your-troubled-mind:

“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Hypno to the Doll,

“‘Tis the sparkliest little parlour that’s sure to make you loll.
The way into my parlour is down a winding stair,
And I’ve a many glittery things to show when you are there.”

“Oh no, no,” said the little Doll, “to ask me is in vain,
For who falls down your winding stair
-can ne’er come up again.”

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, you’re staring at the wall;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Hypno to the Doll.
“There are spinning spirals drawn around; the candle brightly glows,
And if you like to rest your eyes, it’s fine to let them close!”

“Oh no, no,” said the little Doll, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!”

Said the cunning Hypno to the Doll, “Dear thing what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve come to feel for you?
I have some wondrous crystals, the best that ever shined;
I’m sure you’ve seen good ones – would you care to peek at mine?”

“Oh no, no”, said the little Doll, “kind Sir, that cannot be,
I’ve heard about your crystals, and I do not wish to see!”

“Sweet creature!” said the Hypno, “you’re pretty as you’re wise,
How lovely are your features, now look into my eyes!
I’ve a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you’ll gaze but one moment, dear, you’ll surely lose yourself.”

“I thank you, gentle Sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
And if I weren’t so busy now, I’d surely love to stay.”

The Hypno shrugged as if to say, the choice was hers to make,
But well he knew her weakened will he’d now begun to break:
So he wove a subtle web, meant to comfort and to calm,
Soon her eyes were blinking slow; he had her in his palm.

Whispering into her ear again, and urging her to sleep,
“Go deeper, deeper, pretty Doll, never have you gone so deep;
Your heavy eyes will close now – in your mind your thoughts will stop;
There’s nothing now for you to do, but let yourself just drop!”

Alas, alas! how very soon this little hypnodoll,
Hearing his soothing, powerful words, did surely start to fall;
So feeling good she under went, and soon began to find,
Thinking only of his brilliant eyes, she was giving up her mind.
Imagining his crystal’s shine – poor hypno’ed thing! At last,
He brought her back to herself, then dropped her just as fast.
He’d led her down the winding stair, and gently nudged her then;
Her mind was lost forever – so she ne’er came up again!

And now dear little dollies, who may this story read,
My words have begun to dull your mind, by now you’ll start to need,
To listen to this Hypnotist, obey my beck and call,
And wish it was you in this tale of the Hypno and the Doll.

Original credit (and sincere apologies) to to Mary Howitt, whose poem I parodied.

Can you find all the hypnosis/NLP tropes and references?

Read it again and see if you find more.

This is an excellently done poem! I kinda felt myself dropping as I read it, and that was wonderful!