When people think of intelligence play, one of the most common tropes is to reduce the vocabulary. But I don't want to limit your choice of words. If you want to use a big word, that should be your choice. I can break your thoughts in other ways after all. I want to break how you process words.

When people think of intelligence play, one of the most common tropes is to reduce the vocabulary. But I don't want to limit your choice of words. If you want to use a big word, that should be your choice. I can break your thoughts in other ways after all. I want to break how you process words.

A hypnotist who performs as a street magician. Rather than following the secrets of the magician's handbook, they rely on hypnosis. Not so they can rig the trick in their favor. But simply so they can retry it from the beginning.

The first time she ever shushed you, it felt electric. It wasn't common to see her being authoritative. So as she cut you off with a finger to her own lips - You paused.. Almost as if that finger was pressed against your lips instead. A momentary silence.. .... And then she took the floor..

Would love to install a shortcut onto you as a trigger. The two of us having a conversation as you ramble on this game you've been obsessing over. Then as I speak those words - "Alt Tab" I bring up your outfit and how cute it is. Oh my god, you were so excited someone noticed your top.

If you ever want to make your subject feel like an object, introduce it to body writing. And I'm not referring to simple phrases like "Use me" and "Hold here ->" Write your grocery list on its back. Let it be known the only reason it's following you to the store is so it may be your own notepad.

You've been to plenty of raves throughout your years. The best way to describe it was flashy and loud. So it's odd to come across one that was just... flashy.. Your friend's been begging you to come with her to this silent disco - There hadn't been a single day where she wasn't talking about it.

To hold onto a small piece of someone's intelligence all day - And they seem to never realize. Because you didn't really take a big amount Sure they're juuuuuust a tad dumber. But not enough for anyone to notice. Only the back of their mind knows the truth. And that's all that matters~

#hypnokink Need to grab someone's focus. Just bringing two fingers up to their eyes and piiiinching As their gaze is held within my fingers. And it'll remain within my hold until I dismiss it. I could let go in a general direction, letting you absent mindedly stare. Not a care..

Having your maid follow you around while you make small messes. Watching the intent in their eyes, staring at your half finished plate. But as soon as you finish, you clean up after yourself. Just watching the desperation grow each time you leave the place spotless.

A common association with dropping tends to be more... Literal.. As your mind drops, so does your body. As if nothing was supporting it from being held anymore. It's an amazing feeling after all, as heavy as your thoughts. Slumped forward, completely gone.

Despite having a voice kink - There’s just something appealing about talking with another. Oddly.. you couldn’t hear a single sound produced from their lips. Yet deep down inside, you knew you could hear them. Their words directly hitting your brain. And you were listening so intently~

Upon your request, you've been installed with a new maid state. However, only your maid state knows how everything's organized. And you're locked out of their memories. One solution was to learn how everything's sorted. But if you had that attention span, you wouldn't need a maid state.

A house of roomies so spontaneously horny that every chair is deemed the cuck chair. That is the post.

Screw the cuck chair. I want to observe the act like a pompous art critic. Knowing to never touch the art- Yet still admire it from up close. Nodding along to every kink portrayed in front of me. Completely astounded as she yells out her partner’s name. SHE’S SAYING WHAT WE’RE ALL THINKING!

The one thing hotter than coming across a video with a vague familiarity?.. Encountering a video with no familiarity whatsoever. Yet your footprints are left all over it. The like, repost, comment - and comment - and comment - Repetitively asking over and over to praise and worship. Begging.

Hypnotized to never know the answer. Everytime you’re asked a question, it’s on the tip of your tongue. But as you go to speak it out loud, it slips your thoughts. Before you can properly let it be known. But.. You DID know the answer. It’s not like you were clueless… Were you?…

A D&D curse that treats someone's thoughts as a concentration spell. Everytime they're hit, they just have a chance to lose that train of thought. Eventually, finally losing thought. Keeping them staggered as they get brought to their knees. Then their hands. Until they're as useful as a stool.

There's something hot about that fine line of exhibitionism. The two of you in public, playing with your mind. Kept at an uncertainty of whether people know what you're doing. Like being hypnotized to imagine a leash between your neck and your owner. You know it's not there.. But.. Is it?

When the tist is saying “At the snap of my fingers, forget who you are” but my name is - …. What was my name again?… … It’s chill….

“THINK FAST, CHUCKLENUTS!” But the sub could not think fast. In fact, they could not think at all.

“And ten -“ -FLASH- “Wide awake!” You’re still groggily readjusting to the flash that blinded you for a moment. It was never something you’re ready for. Even if it’s been done every session. Though you really don’t mind your tist taking these photos of your trance. It feels good to display.

I personally feel the concept of a muscle tist constantly underestimated. And to be honest? All it takes is one simple move. Coming from behind, all they have to do is sweep you off your feet. And you feel your mind swept up at the same time. As they hold your body, they also hold your mind.

If you’re a writer, write “I waited” without saying it: There’s always an exhibit that speaks to someone. Yet one statue remains in the center for all. Its gaze carefully positioned upwards. Fixated towards that open skylight. An expression of stone… Now bathed in the sun. Soon basked by the moon.

Due to a recent conversation with a friend, I've noticed a common template for a classic mantra - ___ [In/Out/On/Off/Up/Down], ___ [In/Out/On/Off/Up/Down]. That is all. This is the post. Do what you wish with this information.

We should start using a ranking system for how deep someone is. Normally, people just talk about whether someone has been in trance or not. But never enough conversations about how far they've gone. I would love to find out someone's state just by putting them on a tier list.

Hypnosis bingo night. Set the mood with incense and dim lighting. The host always reads the bingo balls in a soft voice. And as the night goes on, the participants are occasionally dropped to enhance the night.

Being hypnotized into a personal slot machine. Except, instead of coins, you give out thoughts. There’s barely any thoughts in you to begin with. Just enough for a payout - But barely anything for any true sentience. For now, you’re just a motionless machine, arm held directly out.

Cuddling with your friend, they're the first to doze off. That's when you discover two things about them. The first thing you learn is that they talk in their sleep. The second?.. Their voice is soothing to listen to.. Even while they're asleep.

Somehow managing to recreate the shadow bra trend without any effects. A topless selfie, two silhouetted hands used as a makeshift bra. All giddy, you go to post it online. But out the corner of your eye, you notice it. Those shadows… Still carefully groping your chest. And they felt… So real.

New commander strategy just dropped. Just make a proxy of each of your friends. Proceed to play and then exile each one of them - Then describe the quiet nothingness they feel as they’re banished to the exile zone.

If doms are so smart, why are they always forgetting things? Like I swear everyday they have to ask the same god damn question. “Who’s a good boy?” And I always have to remind them that I’m the good boy. You’d think they’d learn by now.

Still have a love for heavy bass songs when in a hypno mood. Just love the idea of each rumble shaking a few thoughts out. It doesn't get stuck in your head because it's catchy. It gets stuck because it's the only thing that doesn't fall out of your head so easily~

The need to enchant a mirror to project your inner-dom. Their only purpose being to make a mess of anyone in their sight. But look at that… You’re right in their sight.. Have you ever gotten the chance to be infatuated with yourself? Don’t worry, You will soon enough.

Your tist getting you used to trust falls so you don’t have to have a second thought when they drop you on the spot. Gravity pulling you their direction so you just land in their arms, completely trusting them to catch you.

Really love the idea of heavy thoughts being taken more literal to the sub. Enough weight to keep their head tilted to one side They attempt to reposition it back up, just for it to fall the other direction. Let's face it. There's only two ways to resolve this issue.

You were devastated to hear the news about your hair stylist, Vinny. It’s normal for people to get a new job. You just thought you would’ve gotten a notice due to being Vinny’s regular. But from what you hear, he was already replaced last week. You felt only he could get it right.

Wait… It’s Easter!? I didn’t even plan any posts! Uh… Um… HYPNOTIC EGG, GO! ….. I somehow thought throwing an egg at you would be a viable prompt…. Guess the yolk is on you now.

Hypnotized so whenever you get flicked in the head, your head falls in that direction. No longer connected to your thoughts. Lost signal. All you can hear is static. And the only way to regain that signal is if I reposition your head. Gently tilting it back and forth until - Connection found.

Giving your whole friend group a trigger that only works on eachother. The moment they’re the victim of an April fool’s joke, their expression drops and voice becomes monotone. “You’re right. I’m nothing but a fool. Please make a fool of me again.” And their IQ drops just a little for the day~

A pair of matching rings that grant a psionic ability to the two people wearing them. Granting a connection that allows them to read each other’s thoughts. The only drawback is that there is no toggle.. At first, it seems like no true flaw. Until you think about it even more..

Do you think there are workers in the pet store department who are aware of pet kink - And have made a game on guessing which people buying toys and leashes actually have a pet or not?

A visor explicitly used for hypnosis and only hypnosis. To the point where it’s not just the binaural beats or spiral that’s hypnotizing the subject. It’s that tight fit. The way it perfectly snaps on. Knowing it only comes off when your tist takes it off. Until then, you belong to the visor.

Still groggy, you can hear your partner’s voice near your ear. “Morning, sleepy head. I was gonna grab some coffee. Want me to grab you something?” You can barely get out a groan, just nodding instead. A hand brushes through your hair, rewarding your answer. “Alright! You want the usual?”

Casually hypnotizing all my Spire 2 friends to subconsciously pick up and use all the support cards they acquire. Watching their eagerness from investing in so much gold turn into confusion as they enter the shop. Wondering where all their gold went.

With how overwhelming fire must’ve been when first discovered, I refuse to believe cavemen were never hypnotized with a flickering flame. Especially when cooking their food over the fire. Heavy eyes waiting for the meat to roast. Until those eyes sink down to the ember’s glow. Captivated.

I want to hypnotize someone in a hammock, swing, or rocking chair. Just a regular day of chilling with one another, before starting to rock them back and forth. Nothing devious or scandalous. Just a very laid back session where they can simply fall to the motion.

That’s it. Toon me up. We’re conjuring trap doors right below my upstair neighbors’ feet so they fall into the brainwash room. If my landlords won’t teach them etiquette, I will.

Look. If you can condition a sub to drop to a snap.. And you can condition a sub to drop to a pull induction… There’s no reason why you can’t drop a sub with a dap. The cleaner the dap, the heavier the impact on their mind. And you simply seal the deal by pulling them down into your embrace.

Mishearing someone so hard, you have to decide which one of you is truly just that freaky. "Do you want me to sit on your face, pinch my nipples, and ride you until one of us is gasping for air?" The confusion on your face as you ask the bartender to repeat themselves. ".. Do you want a refill?"