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“ dom-plays-with-dolls:
““Sooooo…can I come sit on your face now, or…?” ”
“Well…I’m just not entirely sure you’re hypnotized yet.”
“I most certainly am! See how your nefarious hypnosis has convinced me to strip to my underwear? Clearly...

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Robots!

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Robots! Or, scenelog of a wonderful time with @dancercoder and @spiralturquoise.

Turq had approached us about potentially doing a scene with Dance and I co-bottoming near the start of MEEHU. I was interested in the idea, though I admit that after seeing Dance and Hypnosophist mirroring each other during the Hypnosis in Kinkland demo my interest skyrocketed. I’d never seen two people mirroring each other before, never seen Dance bottoming before either. I believe my reaction was somewhere between “O.O oh God I want to do that, hopefully I’m not blushing too hard or everyone will be able to tell” and “please can I snuggle your face and feed you cookies”. I had a similar reaction during the robot class where he was a demo bottom. I was excited to go to the class mainly because he was demo bottoming again and I shamelessly wanted to watch him be adorable again. I certainly didn’t expect to leave class with a new flavor of kink.

Dance and I sat side by side on one of the beds in our room, staring at Dance’s hypnoegg and watching as the colors slowly cycled. As Turq counted down and we chanted “blank and empty” after each number, I could hear Dance’s voice next to me, dragging me down hard. From here it starts to be fuzzy - I think I’ve pieced together my memories into an approximate chronological order but I’m not altogether certain of the accuracy of the order of operations and I know that I’m missing bits and pieces.

We stood up - Turq had to remind me to open my eyes and I remember staring down at my feet in my socks, watching them as they arranged themselves without much input from me. It’s rare that I open my eyes while I’m in trance and it feels strange to have visual input. I kneeled, eyes closing again and feeling that calm soothing blankness fill my entire being. I remember the little bit of me that was still aware be vaguely proud of the efficient grace in my descent, the straightness of my spine and set of my head - it’s been a very long time since I practiced my protocol/poses in a D/s sense, but apparently even after all this time my body remembers when I sink smoothly into the old postures.

I rocked onto my heels and stood, facing each other across the bed. I remember looking into Dance’s face, seeing the wide emptiness of his eyes and the blankness of his expression and getting a shock, a similar shock to what I feel when someone is playing with me and makes me look at myself in a mirror and my whole being goes still and frozen. He didn’t have the slight quirk of humor to his lips that he’d had during the robot demo and I found myself staring into his eyes. His pupils were huge and dark and pulled me in. There was drool on his chin.

I think there were other poses too but I don’t remember them as well. I know that some of them happened before we were in our zentais because I have visual memories of bending over the bed with hands braced against the coverlet. At some point he joined me on my side of the bed, though the actual transition is missing from my memory. Maybe it was while I was undressing. I remember staring at the knot in my wrap skirt and slowly teasing it apart while part of me noted idly that it had never taken me that long to take off my skirt before and wouldn’t it be awkward if I couldn’t make my fingers work properly but without any of the normal emotions such thoughts would have caused.

At some point Turq woke us so that we could strip the rest of the way and put on the zentais. I can’t remember exactly when it happened so I’m going to put it here as my best guess, if only because my following physical memories feel like fingers through spandex, not fingers through the cotton fabric of my bra. :) I got to wear the pretty blue one, and Dance put on one of the white ones that he often puts on me when he’s putting me into dollspace. Then Turq dropped us back down and we continued.

We turned to face each other. I remember kissing Dance, gasping at the shocking pleasure of his fingers on my nipples through spandex. I remember the smell of his breath and the taste of his lips against mine.

We put the hoods of our zentais up and the visual world disappeared as Dance helped me to zip it closed. It feels good to wear the hoods, not so much for the dehumanization aspect but because it feels good when the visual input is removed. It improves my focus. We knelt. I remember that there were words but I can’t remember exactly what they were. We spoke, but I can’t remember exactly what we said. (That’s what I get for waiting so long to write this down!) I just remember hearing Dance’s voice next to mine, echoing in my ears and my brain, the intonation and pitch and melody of his voice and shifting my own to try to match. I remember the deepening pleasure in Turq’s voice in contrast to the light, calm tone of Dance’s.

At some point he brought us back again and we pulled down the hoods of our zentais. I’d been facing away when we were staring at each other earlier so he dropped me back into robot space so that he could see my expression. My eyes automatically skittered sideways away from his to the air conditioner until he asked me to look him in the eye. We stared at each other for several breaths. It is a decidedly strange feeling to stare into someone like that - pleasant, but very strange.

We had lovely cuddles and chats as we all came down (or up), Dance and I still in our zentais :P. After a while Turq left. Dance and I pounced on each other basically as soon as the door was closed. I believe he turned to me with a “wanna make out?”, to which I said “YES!” I’m pretty sure the door was closed… pretty sure we waited that long… In any case, the hunger that had banked after we’d been kissing earlier in robot headspace came back with a vengeance. When he activated my robot mode, this time it was certainly not the calm blissful emptiness but a barely contained buzzing in my veins. Mantras turned to begging. I blush now at the words I heard coming out of my mouth. And we both made our contributions to science. *grin*

dancercoder

This scene was so very, very yummy, and @silentstream9 summarizes it much better than I could. =)

spiralturquoise

Re: the transition to Dance on the other side of the bed: I had ordered him over while @silentstream9 was standing still and waiting. Then I had them caress each other and make out, which was hot.

This scene was absolutely amazing. @dancercoder and @silentstream9 are both adorable people, and their chemistry together made me super attracted to them. This was my first time topping robot play that involved zentai suits, and also the first time I got to do a long-held fantasy of topping a couple with a theme of synchronized movement and speech.

The opening induction was eye fixation via the hypno egg, and a countdown that involved repeating “blank and empty” as opposed to a relaxation or “deeper asleep” type feel. The reinduction in the zentais was mostly done via a “remember that last trance” enhanced by a “blank and empty” repetition - except instead of unison, they did a sound-off echo of each other on the reinduction.

I adored the chance to get to see a pair of people in total enclosure being super cute and coupley. That’s a segment of the fetish world I’ve had a smidgeon of curiosity about, and it was cool to finally get to explore it with such enthusiastic people.

And that final eyes-open/hood-off robot trancing of @silentstream9 was a nice finale, kind of paying off the curiosity that had built up while she and Dance were hooded (given I had seen quite a bit of Dance’s sexy robot face earlier in the day!).

This scene was also ridiculously good for compersion feels. I am a little hesitant to do scenes where I am topping multiple people - I get super self conscious if I feel like I am building up this social environment that revolves entirely around me. This worked for me because I got to see *their* dynamic, *their* affection, *their* arousal for one another - and there were few feelings better than seeing just how much the scene got them turned on for one another. I was kind of made of giggling squee at the end as it shifted into cuddlepile aftercare.

If desired, I can dig out my notes and reconstruct the mantras that were involved in this scene. :)

spiralturquoise

The scene participants (and @daja-the-hypnokitten) all responded enthusiastically to the mantra listing/reconstruction, so:

We had negotiated mantras in the way I usually do - by getting approval for a series of words that could be mad-libbed into stock phrases.

Per my notes:

Approved adjectives: mindless, obedient, compliant, blank, empty, programmed

Approved nouns: puppet, doll, toy, plaything, robot

Miscellaneous approved phrases: must/will obey, no will, no mind, cannot think

Usually, I negotiate by having the person involved rate the hotness of each word on a scale from 0 (turn off) to 5 (fuck yes). This time, since the priority was mutual enjoyment and comfort of both subjects, we instead had thumbs up or thumbs down/sideways to each word, only using words that got a mutual thumbs up from both @dancercoder and @silentstream9.

So, mantra phrases and patterns used came out to (oh, imagine each of these being said by two adorable people simultaneously in tranced-out voices with similar cadence to Baymax from Big Hero 6):

“I have no mind”

“I cannot think”

“I have no will”

“I am a mindless puppet”

“I am an obedient toy”

“I am blank and compliant”

“I am programmed to obey”

“I am a mindless robot”

“I must obey”

“I am a programmed plaything”

“blank and empty”

Ahem. And other such combinations.

It was highly arousing.

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Sleep

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Something I’ve done with a few of my subs now is put them to sleep using hypnosis. Not just trance, actually fully put them to sleep at night. Even though it’s very simple, it’s become one of favourite things to do. Firstly, because it’s small and quick and simple, having it as an element of routine is a great way to keep a relationship going even if it’s hard to make time for or find energy for full play sessions. It’s kind of intimate too, when you think about it. Secondly, it really appeals to my caregiving instincts. I used to suffer from insomnia quite badly and I would sometimes fantasise about having the magical ability to fall asleep whenever I wanted, for as long as I wanted. That’s pretty humble as superpowers go, but it would have made a huge difference to me. So the ability to provide that service for a sub is something I find hugely appealing. It really makes me feel good about myself because I feel like I’m taking care of them in a meaningful way. And thirdly, it’s hypnosis! I love all kinds of hypnosis, and this is just one more expression of that. Plus, putting someone to sleep in that way is something exclusive to our particular kink, and there’s something a little bit special about that.

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I super-duper love this thing <3

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@ms-silk uses hypnotic induction to help me sleep too.

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Totally agree. I made a bedtime file for @margaritanikolayevna to listen to when it’s time to go to sleep and love that it’s helped her do much with insomnia.

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That’s wonderful~

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“Vacant, empty, must obey, Kimmy fucks her mind away.” The words came easily to her lips now, weeks of programming carving them into her mind like a river carved a path through sandstone. Her eyes began to flutter as the soft, pulsing buzz of the vibrating egg hidden beneath her panties slowly teased her cunt into slick, messy bliss. She adjusted her position slightly, keeping her legs squeezed tightly together as she knelt in front of the webcam so that the throb of the toy would reverberate all the more intensely.

“Vacant, empty, must obey, Kimmy fucks her mind away.” The thrum of the sex toy increased ever so slightly as she repeated her mantra, and Kimmy’s head lolled back on her shoulders as the lazy, drifting pleasure began to get to her. It didn’t take long; some evenings, Kimmy felt like her thoughts were already settling into blank, blissful obedience almost before she got down on her knees. It was the ritual of the thing that made it so deliciously irresistible–taking the cushions and blankets and laying them out in front of the webcam to form an improvised altar, carefully slipping the vibrator into her pussy until just the little antenna stuck out, putting on her collar and panties… it all told her body and mind that it was time to stop thinking and start obeying. And every time, it got easier.

“Vacant, empty… must obey… Kimmy fucks her mind away…” God, she was so wet already. She could feel the little egg buzzing merrily inside her, turning her cunt into a sopping mess that soaked into her panties as her fingers found her naked breasts and began to tease her nipples. She squeezed her legs together rhythmically, encouraging her pussy to drip and dribble and make a nice big damp patch to show what a good girl she was. Later, she would mail the panties to an address that always seemed to flow easily from her fingers but that her eyes registered only as a blur.

“V-vacant, empty, must… obey, Kimmy fucks her mind away…” She didn’t know where her owner lived, she couldn’t remember their face or their name or even their screen handle anymore. The slow, measured repetitions of her chant combined with the constant, drifting pleasure of being teased by her toy always left her brain a muddled fog by the time she was actually programmed, and Kimmy found it easier and easier to let things slip away from her waking self. Her slave self would remember. Kimmy could just… just fuck her mind away…. Her whole body shuddered in pleasure as the depth of her surrender hit her all over again.

“…vacant… empty… m-must o… bey… kimmy fucks… her mind… away…” The hot, tingling ecstasy flowed through her whole body, radiating out from her tits and cunt until every nerve ending seemed to glow with pleasure. Someday, she knew, she would forget even agreeing to be brainwashed like this. The memory of receiving the toy in the mail would become unmoored from her life before her programming, a mystery and a fantasy all rolled into one until all she would be allowed to know was that she had been ensnared by a stranger’s hypnotic wiles and made to condition herself into obedience. So that when she finally met her owner, out on the street or at a restaurant or wherever they decided to claim her, she wouldn’t even know who they were until they took out the remote and made her body buzz with bliss. Kimmy daydreamed about that moment a lot.

“vacant. empty. must obey. kimmy fucks her mind away.” But not right now. Right now, Kimmy wasn’t thinking about anything at all. And she couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful.

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Mel glanced across the room to where Damon was studying. “I don’t think it’s working,” she said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. “I mean, this is my third loop, and I just feel… normal. If it was really hypnotizing me, shouldn’t I feel compelled to do something by now?” She knew there were suggestions embedded in the audio file–she could hear them, tiny little whispers at the base of her brain too soft for her to consciously make out–but they didn’t seem to be doing anything. She didn’t want to call Damon’s whole project a bust, but…

Damon looked up from his book, pulling his earbuds out. (A sensible precaution, he insisted, to keep any of the suggestions from affecting him.) “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked, his tone mild and neutral–this wasn’t an official psychology experiment, but Damon insisted on trying to keep to his class protocols whenever possible. Even if he didn’t plan on publishing a paper on ‘How My Kinky Girlfriend Convinced Me to Use My Hypnosis Research to Turn Her Into an Unwitting Sex Slave’, he said, he still didn’t want to prejudice the outcome by giving her hints on what the files were making her do.

Mel sighed. “I said, I don’t think it’s working. I keep watching this file you made for me, and I don’t feel any different. Like, I can barely even hear the suggestions, let alone make them out. How am I supposed to be brainwashed by the recording if I can’t even understand it?” She turned to face Damon as she spoke, putting her hands on the back of the chair so she could converse with him properly.

“Okay,” Damon said, nodding. He kept his face studiously calm, but she’d been dating him long enough to know he was excited even before she glanced at his lap to see the bulge in his jeans. “So, a few quick things I want to confirm. One, you said the voice in the file was unintelligible?”

Mel shrugged. “Well, I mean…” She thought back, trying to remember if there was anything she could make out in the sea of soft music and whirling colors. It was strange–she had this memory of the voice speaking at a normal, conversational volume, but she couldn’t think of anything it said. At all. It must have been garbled or distorted or something, or maybe it was a whisper and she was only imagining a louder voice telling her to… to… “no,” she finished softly, her eyes glazing over as she lost herself in thought.

“Okay then.” Damon still didn’t give anything away. “And two, you’re not… sitting in the chair. You’re bent over it. A moment ago, you were bent over the table. Does that position feel… normal to you?”

Mel grinned. “I think it feels pretty good to you,” she teased, wiggling her butt from side to side and watching his eyes follow. She knew she could sit down in the chair at any time, but there was something so nice about leaning her weight on something and letting her ass stick up and out. Like she was constantly presenting herself to be fucked, offering her pussy and her asshole to Damon whenever he wanted to pull out his hard cock and– “Um, yes,” she said, realizing she’d slipped away into a bit of a reverie. “It feels very comfortable and natural to me, Master.”

Damon’s eyebrows raised. Mel didn’t think it was that significant that she felt comfortable like this, but she let it pass. “And third… that pile of clothes on the floor. Does it hold any significance to you?” He gestured to a very familiar outfit that lay in a small heap next to the computer chair.

Mel stared at it, her brain locking up in confusion at the sight. “I…” she murmured, transfixed by the implications of what she was seeing. She knew they were her clothes. But the file hadn’t hypnotized her. She remembered wearing them when she first sat down at the computer to test out the slave file. But the file hadn’t hypnotized her. She knew she wasn’t wearing them right now. But the file hadn’t hypnotized her. She was naked, bent over and presenting herself to Master, open and available to be f-f-fucked so hard… the pressure in her brain increased as she tried to hold onto the evidence of her senses in the face of the absolute certainty in her mind.

After a long moment, she looked up at Damon again, her expression locked in a vacant smile. “No Master,” she said, as though being prompted by an invisible voice. “They hold no significance. Good girls don’t wear clothing around the house, and I’m a good girl.”

Damon smiled. “Just checking,” he said, putting his earbuds back in. “Why don’t you try a fourth round. Just in case.” Mel nodded. Silently, she turned back to the computer and started the file again.

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“That’s it,” he says, his voice coaxing and hypnotic. “Spread those legs for Master.” She’s already obeying before she even really hears what he said–she’s so used to presenting her slick, messy cunt for his enjoyment that all he needs to do is speak to her in a certain tone and her thighs begin to part. It’s been almost a year since she stopped wearing anything but skirts, and nine months since he trained her out of wearing panties. Her cunt belongs to him, and he gets to play with it anytime, anywhere. That’s a big part of why it’s always so wet.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl. That’s my messy girl.” His fingers trace a slow, swirling circle around her labia, smearing her musk over the smooth flesh while her eyes roll back in her head in helpless arousal. She’s always wet for Master, it seems; her conditioning keeps her constantly horny, continuously eager to feel him inside her. It’s not even the hypnosis, really–it’s a basic Pavlovian response by now. The thought of Master leads her inevitably to the memories of orgasm after orgasm under his calm, measured touch, and before she knows it she feels her thighs rubbing together. And more, if she can get away with it–she’s never been caught masturbating, but she’s had a few close calls. They’ve only made her even more turned on.

But she never cums from masturbation. Every time she gets close, she hears that little voice inside her head, whispering, ‘…but won’t it feel even better when Master does it?’ And her fingers slow, her eyes go glassy and vacant, and she remembers how hard she cums with Master’s fingers deep inside her. Like they are now, she realizes, her dazed and sluggish mind finally catching up with the powerful thrusts of two fingers, then three. She’s so wet and open that they simply glide into her slick channel.

“This belongs to me, doesn’t it?” he asks, the arousal his voice carefully controlled as he fucks her deeper into mindless bliss. “Your cunt belongs to Master, just like your pleasure belongs to Master.” She moans, her hips bucking up into his thrusts. Her eyes are mazy and unfocused. She’s not really seeing anything anymore. She’s lost in his words, lost in his touch, lost in his power. The only way she can find now is deeper into blissful obedience, and she hears the thoughtless ecstasy in her own voice as she responds.

“…my cunt… belongs to Master…” she gasps out, feeling her first orgasm hit as she recites her mantras and sinks deeper into hypnotic bliss. Her deep self knows that she has permission to cum when Master’s programming her, when his fingers are knuckle-deep in her dripping pussy and he’s fucking her mind into obedience. She’s not allowed to stop, though, and the words, “m-my pleasure belongs… to Master!” escape through even her most helpless whimpers of arousal. His only response is to fuck her harder, but she knows she’s pleasing him.

“My cunt belongs to Master… my pleasure belongs to Master…” It doesn’t mean she’s not allowed pleasure. If anything, Master is happy to saturate her with as much pleasure as she can bear, fucking her until she can’t think and her lust-drugged mind simply collapses into a void of ecstasy. It’s only that pleasure comes from Master’s will. Pleasure comes from obedience. Pleasure comes from surrender to his control. And that makes it so much better. She understands that perfectly now. It’s what makes her his slave.

“My cunt… belongs to Master,” she whimpers again. And they both know exactly what that means.

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She doesn’t need the spiral anymore. Back in the beginning, when she was still training with Master, they began with an app on her phone that showed her a beautiful, slowly swirling spiral with no beginning and no end. She would watch the spiral and listen to Master as he guided her mind into peace and pleasure, and her eyes would naturally and effortlessly follow the endless curving lines down and down and down into the center. It didn’t take long before she got very good at stilling her mind for Master like that.

And once she learned how to sink into an easy, soft, submissive trance for Master, that opened up so many new possibilities for her. It was so easy to learn for Master when all she could do was listen, when her thoughts dissolved into sleepy silence and her mind soaked up his every word with consummate ease. She learned how to still her thoughts faster, easier, without any resistance at all, until the sight of the spiral smoothed her into trance in less time than it took Master to snap his fingers. (Master’s fingers were usually occupied during their sessions anyway.)

And then she learned other lessons, each one triggered by a single word. She learned how to freeze in place for Master, how to remember what Master wanted her to remember and forget what Master wanted her to forget. She learned how to feel pleasure without touch and climax without stimulation. She learned how to be a good girl, her will slowly molded to the shape of Master’s desires during the hours of spiral-induced bliss. She started out wanting to be controlled, but it was only through the spiral that she learned the true ecstasy of being owned.

Until the day came when she wanted to be owned completely. She didn’t know whether it was her idea, or an idea that Master had given her to think of as her own–she couldn’t tell the difference anymore, and she didn’t care. However it came into her head, she felt the powerful, intense pull of complete submission dragging her every fantasy along with it. Every time she masturbated for Master, she envisioned the spiral swallowing her mind completely. Every time she rubbed her clit and drifted into daydream, she pictured the spiral tugging her thoughts into trance before they could even form. Until she was blank for Master all the time. Until she didn’t think at all, only obeyed.

When Master pointed out that she was hypnotizing herself when she did that, she almost laughed in astonishment. Could it really be that easy? Could she really just find permanent trance right there, waiting for her, just by keeping the spiral in her mind’s eye and letting it carry her thoughts into blissful, blank obedience for Master? It only took her a few moments of contemplation for her to beg him to allow it to happen. He agreed, an indulgent smile on his face. And as soon as she had permission, her mind simply… went away.

And now, she sees the spiral everywhere. During her morning shower, she stares blankly at the tiled wall and sees the spiral swallowing her thoughts. Her daily chores are performed by her subconscious mind only; her eyes see the floors she scrubs and the windows she washes, but her consciousness experiences nothing but endlessly swirling bliss. She’s constantly focused on the pleasure of following Master’s instructions, the pure delight of being nothing but an instrument of his will, and everything she does feels so perfect to her now. She doesn’t need the spiral anymore… because the spiral is her.

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Hearing a guy moan then having it followed by a whimper of desperation is the best.

toppy feels yes this moaning and whimpering and general noises thank you eddie ;)

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it’s tiring, isn’t it? being in control, making choices, thinking for yourself. it’s so, so tiring. let me do it instead. you’ll like it.

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That doe-eyed look in your subs eyes when they realized they’re about to come and that you might actually let them ❤

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