For Me, Trance Feels A Lot Like Those Calm, Still Moments Between Sleep And Wakefulness, Or Like Being

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An Erotic Hypnosis FAQ

Of all the kinks I’ve explored in my diverse and storied sex life, I think hypnokink is one of the ones I get the most questions about. Some

“For me, trance feels a lot like those calm, still moments between sleep and wakefulness, or like being super stoned but still lucid. My thoughts come more slowly, and there are fewer of them. It’s often hard for me to speak or move when in trance. My eyes fall closed and my body goes slack.” — @katesloan

The Best Thesis Defense Is a Good Thesis Offense

A/N: Happy birthday, @bunbunlittleone! If anyone could pull this off, it would be you. Thanks to @daja-the-hypnokitten for edits, encouragement, and help with sciencebabble.

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Iris Konijnenberg was, objectively speaking, brilliant. She had co-authored her first journal article at 16, graduated early from Yale with numerous accolades, and was the youngest neuroscience Ph. D candidate that Elman University had ever seen. She was also, objectively speaking, gorgeous—and that was the whole problem.

With her flawless skin, full lips, tiny waist, and breasts so perky they seemed to defy gravity, she could have been a model. Instead, she was a promising young neuroscientist—but half the men in this field couldn’t seem to see past her tits.

“Breathe, Iris,” she muttered to herself as she paced the antechamber. “Breathe, and don’t go there. It’ll be fine. Your research is water-tight. Even the Phallus Brigade will see that.”

Intellectually speaking, she could not have been more prepared for her thesis defense. She had double- and triple-checked her work with respected researchers around the country, her PowerPoint was lucid and well organized, her accompanying handouts were pristine. But Iris and her groundbreaking findings on the differing effects of hypnosis on the occipital and parietal lobes were about to enter a room of walking, talking penises who refused to take her seriously as a scientist.

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He was swinging a pocket-watch ineptly in front of her face in the middle of a Cracker Barrel, and I had to do something—for the sake of the other patrons and common decency, but also for the sake of that poor woman, who looked like she was sorry she’d ever agreed to this.

“Excuse me,” I said softly, coming up to their table, “it looks like you’re, uh, trying to do some hypnosis?”

They both started and looked around guiltily. Though it’s not like they were exactly being subtle. Plus, it was clearly a sex thing for at least one of them, judging by the way this dude’s cock was standing out against his jeans.

I lowered my voice further. “I don’t want to interrupt, but I’d recommend trying to do your kinky hypnosis stuff a bit more, uh, unobtrusively? You know, bystander consent and all that…”

They both blushed even redder, but the woman looked up at me with interest in her eyes. “H-how did you know?” she asked. “Do you also, I mean, is this…”

“You mean, do I also do kinky hypnosis?” I grinned and held her eyes, and her flush deepened.

Oh ho, it looked like it was a sex thing for her too.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” I told the stunned couple.

“Could you show me?” asked the woman, a little too quickly. “I mean, do it on me? I mean…”

I noticed her partner looking a little miffed, but God, she was too hot and eager for me to care. She was breathing fast and her eyes were dark with arousal, and it made me want to take her mind right there in the middle of the Cracker Barrel.

Instead I said, “Of course” in my smoothest voice, and pulled up a chair next to her. I had thought to put on a masterclass for her annoyed partner, but right now, he didn’t exist. No one in the restaurant existed besides me and her as I moved myself closer to her, took her chin in my hand, turned her head to face me.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly, but I didn’t need to; her eyes were already locked on mine. I smiled slowly. “Good. Now, let me show you what hypnosis really feels like.”

I waited a really long time to say this:

Hi, I’m sleepingirl, and I wrote the book on brainwashing.

It’s out now in Kindle/ebook, and paperback is coming soon.

Here’s the blurb:

“Brainwashing” is a concept that titillates and mystifies—it implies an intense kind of control over another person and surrender of will. Within the context of erotic hypnosis, it might be considered a sort of holy grail to some, but what does it mean to achieve this in an ethical, effective, and mutually enjoyable way? In “The Brainwashing Book,” we’ll explore a model that teaches and takes advantage of well-researched psychological principles and intermediate-to-advanced hypnosis skills in order to pursue this fun, hot form of play—and find how it can improve your trancing as a whole.

Here’s the cover:

I worked really hard on this for the past couple of years, and I couldn’t have done it without my partners, my friends, and everyone who encouraged me along the way. I wrote this for all of you. Thank you so, so much. I hope you enjoy it and learn a lot.

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The Endless Cock

It was a simple little trick. Mark put Donna into trance, just like always, and once her eyes were staring vacantly at nothing instead of the gold coin he used as his hypnotic focus, he began to explain to her what they were about to do. “In a moment, good girl,” he said, his words pouring directly into Donna’s perfectly trained subconscious, “you’re going to lie face down on the bed, and I’m going to fuck you. And because you are a very good girl, you know that you can allow your conscious mind to perceive only the things I want it to perceive. Isn’t that right, pet?”

Donna nodded, a plastic smile spreading wide across her face as her slave self remembered how good it felt to control her conscious mind for Mark. “Yes Master,” she murmured in a drowsy monotone, the blankness in her voice unable to convey the true depths of the pleasure she received from complying with Mark’s instructions. She was too deep even to squirm, although her pussy was filled with tingling heat.

“Good girl,” Mark purred, stroking her cheek gently. “And when I fuck you, your deep self is going to edit out just a few of the memories, a few of the sensations. You’ll notice my cock pushing into you, but the moments where it slides out again are simply going to drift out of your mind before you can even think about them. Your subconscious will simply snip them away, leaving only the moments where I fuck you deeper. Do you understand, pet?”

Donna’s smile spread as wide as it could possibly go, and her vague, distant stare misted over with dreamy euphoria. “Yes Master,” she replied, unable to hide the excitement in her voice even in deep trance. Her mind was already lost in the fantasy, unable to think of anything except how good it would feel to be fucked by her Master’s cock.

“Good girl!” Mark cooed, his voice warm with praise. He snapped his fingers and said, “And wake,” and flipped her over to lie face down on the bed before she could really understand what was happening. She remembered her instructions just in time to feel his cock entering her soaking cunt, sliding all the way in without a hint of resistance… and then it was sliding in again, pushing all the way up into her pussy in a thrust that seemed to go on forever. Donna gasped, her mouth hanging wide in astonishment as the ecstasy hit her like a sledgehammer.

She couldn’t stop moaning–the sensation was so strong, so overwhelming that she couldn’t recognize that his cock kept stimulating the same nerves over and over again. All she could feel was that sense of thrust, the push deeper and deeper into her tingling cunt that left her helplessly whimpering with arousal. Her brain simply short-circuited, glitching from the impossible sensory input until it felt like Mark’s cock was endlessly massive, fucking her endlessly deep into parts of her body that couldn’t even exist. She’d never been filled like this before, and Donna’s eyes went blank and glassy as she came so hard she saw stars.

It was a simple trick. But as Donna admitted afterward, it was very effective.

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