Learn the secrets of hypnosis by offering your mind to me as collateral…
By Miss Lilith
Welcome, Sweetea. I…am Miss Lilith and you’re here to learn hypnosis. I’m going to teach you all you need to know about how to jump-start your career as an erotic hypnotist of the highest order. Soon enough, you’ll be wielding words as if they were weapons of mass manipulation…and molding the minds of both the suspecting and the unsuspecting.
So let’s start with the most basic of questions: “What is Hypnosis?”
There is no one single definition or explanation. I could spend half the day talking about all the things hypnosis is and isn’t, but in the end, it’s too many different things to too many different sorts of people. No single definition could possibly capture the magic that is hypnosis.
Hypnosis is the language we use to convince others to our way of thinking…changing their reality…changing their minds…their memories.
Hypnosis is the altered state of mind in which subjects accept suggestions without much critical thought…without much resistance…without questioning.
Hypnosis is that focused state of mind where the rest of the world folds away and all that’s left is the current moment…the current voice…the words…and the sounds and the spaces between…and the imaginary songs of long-lost civilizations brought back to life.
Hypnosis is confusion…for when the mind is confused…the mind is too busy to resist. Too busy to think. Tiring itself out trying to figure out why the professor is talking about dead civilizations. Well…you’ll soon find out.
Hypnosis is a hack…a tool…to edit the brain. To change habits. To alter memories. To manipulate behaviors.
Hypnosis is a dark, empty void…where no light may penetrate…where no human may tread…where there are no words, sights, or sounds.
Hypnosis…can be so very many things for so very many people. And it can change from one moment to the next.
But…in most cases, although not all, for hypnosis to work efficiently and quickly, the subject should be drawn into an altered state of consciousness. A more relaxed, vulnerable state of mind. Perhaps focused…perhaps not. In this state, the subject….drops their shields. Their barriers.
We call this Trance. Trance is not always a precursor to hypnosis and hypnosis does not always follow trance…but in most cases, when the two are combined, the results are quite…remarkable.
There are countless of ways to guide or push someone into trance. So many that I could not possibly list them all. Since we are in a classroom setting of sorts, I think you’d really, really like what we call the “blackboard induction,” but with a spin…of my own personal making. You’ll surely find it to be effective, quick, and quite a joy to see in action.
You start with suggesting that the subject should picture a blackboard. Should find themselves perhaps in a classroom. Perhaps all alone…perhaps with an authority figure standing over them, waiting…judging. When I conduct the induction, I make sure to mention that I’m in the room with them, sitting on the teacher’s desk…legs crossed and feet off the ground, my skirt just above the knees.
And as they visualize that blackboard, a piece of chalk in their hand…I’d tell them to write on the board that which they currently most desire–and that, I make sure to remind them, is a relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance.
That’s right: relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance.
And I’d tell them to take that chalk and just write it on the board. Relaxed…deep…blank…hypnotic…trance. Letter by letter and word by word.
This is a statement of intent. It proclaims that I wish they would drop into a nice and relaxed state of mind for me. It makes sure that they know what to expect. What to look forward to. It’s even quite descriptive, isn’t it? Self-contained. It tells us in a single, short sentence what trance should feel like and how deep it should pull them down. In this case…it should feel relaxing…their minds should be blank…and the trance should be deep and hypnotic.
Once the intent is stated…we could then move on to the initial stage of taking someone down. We don’t need much. We only need the subject writing on the blackboard to know that each word written on the board, with that piece of chalk, is like a word written on the insides of their mind. Like pure intent imbued into their very thoughts. Their very patterns of behavior. Each word a manifestation of a truth which takes hold of their conscious and unconscious awareness. Each word and sentence written and seen like a tiny little, balled-up universe of concepts, ideas, facts, and changes introduced into their brain. Into their being. Their perception of the world.
This…sort of language is what anchors the words on the blackboard to the words flowing into the subject’s head and changing how they think and perceive the world. This happens on a very physical level, the protein chains in their brain literally rearranging and dynamically growing to better accommodate a new reality. Because…and you should make sure they know this…brains are ever-evolving, elastic, dynamic biological machines which can be shifted and shaped by words alone…especially in a hypnotic setting…like this one.
And once they know all this and they’ve been introduced to the concept of the upcoming relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance…you should suggest that perhaps they’d like to write more words on this blackboard. This blackboard with a direct neural link to their brain.
Maybe..you’d like to give it a try? As they say…nothing can replace practice. And it’s important to know how the subject feels when you guide them into any sort of altered state of mind. If you know exactly what’s going through their head, it’s so much easier to use the right sort of language and the correct pacing to drop them into a nice, deep, suggestible trance.
So just take a moment and picture that blackboard in your mind. You, holding that piece of chalk. Me, to the side, watching you take yourself down into a deeply relaxing state of mind…with your own hand. Your own choice. Your own decision. Your own intent. Because so far, of course, everything you’ve done has been of your own choice. None of my words have influenced you in any single way, I’m sure. It’s not like you’ve felt more relaxed since this session started. It’s not like you’ve been slowly dropping into some sort of relaxed state of trance. It’s definitely not like your mind has been opening up to my voice and my words.
And surely…without a doubt…it’s not of my making when you raise your hand and write the word “Five” on the blackboard. That’s right. Five. The number five. On its own, meaningless. On its own, powerless. Because a number without context is just a bunch of lines and shapes. It tells us nothing.
But…all you really have to do is introduce a system in which this number makes sense. So…let’s say that 5 is the most aware you could be as you’re dropping into trance…and 1 is the least aware. The most blank. The most empty. The most relaxed and suggestible.
So at 5, you are here…conscious and aware. Listening. Chalk in hand. Wanting to perhaps. See what would happen. If you were to. Count down. Wanting to see. How it feel. In your body. And your mind. To have those numbers. Go down, down, down and further drift, drift, drift into a deeper and deeper sense of a relaxed and deep and blank and hypnotic trance where your only thoughts are those permitted to you and where the only voice in your head is mine and where the only world that may exist is this one and where the moment supersedes the past and the future and where numbers can only go down down down down down as all the thoughts in your head become my voice and my words and where all your focus become my voice and my words and where all you can see becomes my voice and my words and all you can hear becomes my voice and my words and all you touch becomes my voice and my words and all you can see become my words and my voice and when all that happens you see the blackboard and you see the chalk and you see the numbers 4, drop(snap)…3, drop(snap)…2, drop(snap), 1, drop(snap)…3(Snap)…4(snap)…5(snap)…and 4, 3, 2, drop(snap) deeper now.
Drop twice as deeply as you’ve ever had before. Abandon all resistance and all doubt and all hesitation and all defense and all hope. Abandon all critical thought. Abandon your mind. Abandon your body. Abandon the world. Abandon the past, the future, the present and the human consciousness. Abandon all that allows you to think. Forget all that allows you perceive. Lose every barrier and layer between the sound of my voice and my words and your most inner truths. Your most inner-core. That part of you that can be changed with hypnosis. That part of your mind and your brain and your head and your nervous system.
My voice replacing every image and ever sound and my words replacing every sound and every image. Your mind becoming a collection of the things that I say and the things that I want and the things that I think for you. The things that I want for you. The things that you want me to want for you. Because what you want is what I want. What I want, you’ll want. You want what I do. You do what I want. You listen. You follow. You drop. You obey, subject.
That’s right. You obey because you’re a good subject. You obey because you’re an eager subject. You obey because you have no choice but to obey. But to listen. But to follow. But to drop, drop, drop deeper and deeper and deeper and further down into the abyss of the deepest hypnotic trance of your life…where only my voice and my words exist.
That…and the blackboard, of course. Because the board is still here…connected to someone’s brain. Connected and integrated into the neural network of a certain somebody. A certain subject. A certain…you. You.
What you write on this board translates directly into your mind. Into the deepest parts of your brain. Into the foundation of all that you think and remember. Into the very fabric of your thoughts. The words which will grace the surface of the blackboard will imbed themselves into the perfect, suggestible subjec. Into the most receptive subject. The most eager and open subject. Into you. Because you are my perfect, suggestible, open subject. Waiting for me to tell you what to do. How to do it. Waiting for me to guide your hand as you willingly (or maybe not so willingly) give up your control and allow me to brainwash you to my heart’s content.
Because…that’s what this is, subject. This is a brainwashing session from which you shall be released changed. Changed in ways that will surprise you. Altered in ways that will confuse you. That willl. Turn you on. Because…change turns you on. Transformation turns you on. Corruption turns you on. Conditioning makes you horny. Feeling yourself lose control makes you aroused. And the more it happens…the better it feels and the more you want it.
But this blackboard…this direct link into your brain…is waiting. Waiting for you.
Raise your hand with that piece of chalk to that empty board…and write the word…deeper.
That’s right. Just…deeper…and as you do…and as the word flashes on the blackboard…you drop deeper. Deeper and deeper. More relaxed. More suggestible. Body numb. Mind empty. Blank. Open. Deeper down into trance each time you hear me say the word deeper.
The blackboard…moves out of the way and a new one takes its place. Write I Listen.
I listen. Those two words…changing how your brain works. Making certain that you listen. That each time you hear me say the word Listen, you do so without hesitation. Your focus embracing my voice and my words. Listening without resistance. Listening without doubt. Listening without trouble. Listening as if you’ve always been listening. As if it’s been a skill of yours your entire life. And…it has, hasn’t it?
The blackboard moves out of the way and new one takes it place. Write the words I follow.
I follow. That’s right. You follow. Those two words…being embraced by your mind. Integrating them into your thought patterns. Because…you follow. You follow suggestions. You follow commands. You follow hypnosis. You follow my voice. You follow my words. And each time you hear me say the word follow, you cannot help but follow along with the string of my words…following my suggestions…following the path I allow you…following the reality I present.
And the board moves away, a new one quick to replace it. You’re getting proficient at editing your own mind at my command..with but a pice of chalk and a plain blackboard. It’s almost…too easy. Almost as if it should be harder. As if it couldn’t possible be this simple. But it is, subject. It really, really is…and the longer you’re here, listening, the more you realize how much simpler it actually is than even this.
Your mind wants this. You want this. There is nothing that can stop this. Nothing that may give pause to my manipulation of your mind. Nothing that may slow my words down. Nothing can stop my voice from holding you hostage as if you were in chains. Collared. Forced to listen. Forced to change. Forced to obey.
Because you must obey. You must listen. You must follow. You must drop deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper down, down, down.
I want you to listen and follow and write these down on that board now:
I listen. I follow. I drop. I obey. I submit.
As you do so, you just listen, follow, drop, obey, and submit without hesitation. Each word…each line…bringing you further down and deeper into my control. Into my influence. Each word giving my words more power over your mind.
I listen. I follow. I drop. I obey. I submit.
Without question. Without doubt.
I listen. I follow. I drop. I obey. I submit.
You listen. You follow. You drop. You obey. You submit.
And board…moves away as a new one takes its place once more. By this point, you want to write more. You want to write all sorts of things..because the things that you write come true. It’s almost like magic. As if your brain couldn’t possibly resist. As if your brain has forgotten how to resist.
Let’s…make that a certainty. Write the words:
Resistance is a lie. I don’t want to resist. I only want to submit.
Free will does not exist. My mind isn’t my own. I only want to obey.
Resistance is a lie. You don’t want to resist. You do only want to submit. Free will does not exist. Your mind isn’t your own. You do only want to obey.
These facts…embraced by your mind…engraved on your brain…mingling into your thoughts…becoming a part of your memories. Of your past, your present, and your future.
Such a good subject, aren’t you? So eager to accept. So hungry for suggestions. So thirsty for conditioning. For brainwashing. For more words. More facts. More truths.
You want to feel more of this. You want to feel your thoughts change…as they have already. You want to feel your thoughts shift…your reality realigning itself to the new present.
So let a new, clean board take the old one’s place and write the words:
I am dropping deeper down with each second. I am becoming more and more suggestible with each word that I hear and each word that I write. I am becoming more obedient. I am becoming more submissive. I am become more receptive. I am becoming a better subject. I am a perfect subject. I am a perfect, suggestible, open subject. Hypnosis flows in my veins. Hypnosis is a part of my mind. Hypnosis goes with me everywhere I go. Hypnosis makes me happy. Hypnosis makes me horny.
And….you can feel the words become a part of you as you drop deeper. As you listen. As you follow. As you feel submission race through your core. As you feel obedience shackle every one of your thoughts. As your feel my voice wrap itself around you and hold you tight in my power. My suggestions.
And a new blackboard and new lines…
I am an eager subject. Following suggestions makes me happy and horny. Following commands makes me feel complete. Listening to hypnosis fills me pleasure. I listen. I follow. I drop. I obey. I submit.
You…listen and you follow and you drop and you obey and you submit…like the perfectly suggestible subject that you are. Always dropping so deeply and following suggestions so automatically…for those you trust…for those you can allow yourself to open up. You follow without question…those who you’ve given your trust over to. Who you’ve given the power to own your mind. To play with your mind. To brainwash your thoughts…your desires…your behaviors.
Someone…like me, for example. Except I didn’t really ask, now did I? No, I just took. I like taking. I don’t like to wait. I don’t like to ask. I just take…and I’ve taken your mind. Your control. Your defenses. I’ve taken it all…because you wanted me to. Even if you may not have known that you did.
How does it feel…knowing that I can get you to write anything I want on that blackboard? That I can get you to do to yourself…whatever the fuck I want. I can get you to think whatever I want. I can get you to want whatever I desire. With but a few sentences, I can change your entire outlook on life. I can change your desires. Your needs. I can change that which makes you…you.
And really…anybody that you trust with your mind can do the same. They can simply suggest that you should write on the blackboard of your mind…something like…I want to play with my nipples.
Just like that…a desire to play with your nipples will spring into your conscious mind and grow and grow and grow, intensifying second by second, your need to play with your nipples getting stronger and stronger with but a single suggestion. A single sentence. Some hypnosis, a blackboard, and a few words…
And that’s all you need to feel that desire to play with your nipples come alive.
And when you do…because let’s face it…you’re a weak, submissive, suggestible subject who must obey, must submit, must listen, and must follow…when you do obey, it feels…good. Whatever else it may feel like, it feels good to obey. It feels good to submit. It feels good to drop deeper. It feels good to listen to suggestions and follow them without question. That’s really all you need to feel pleasure.
It doesn’t matter why you’re doing something. It doesn’t matter whether it makes your body feel “good” or not. It doesn’t matter one tiny bit why. It only matters that you listen and follow. That you obey the suggestion. The command. That you allow your mind to find joy and pleasure in following that suggestion. That command. That loss of control. Because each and every single time you lose control and you follow and listen…it only feels better. Each time it happens, you notice how much better it feels than the last.
Now…bring back that blackboard of your mind once more…for the final time…and write along with my words:
I must listen. I must follow. I must drop. I must obey. I must submit. I must find pleasure in submission. I must find joy in obedience. I must savor the drop into a relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance. I must unquestionably follow all suggestions of those whom I trust. I must listen to hypnosis.
I listen. I follow. I drop. I obey. I submit. The blackboard is a key into my mind. The words on the board are truths and facts. I cannot dispute this. I cannot fight this. I cannot resist. I must only give in. I must only give up. I must only open up.
I have signed my control away with my own hand. I have given up my mind of my own free will. My mind is no longer mine to control. I am but a brainwashed, suggestible subject.
I love the idea of being hypnotized and feeling my mind shift, change, and transform according to the will of those I trust and I love enjoying the drop as I let loose my mind and I’m taken, down, down, down, down deeper and deeper as I listen and I follow and I drop and I obey and I submit and because I love hypnosis and because I love to drop and because I love to listen and follow and obey I have no choice but to relinquish all control and forget lose grasp of all resistance and feel myself become an extension of the will of the hypnotist as I…
Drop deeper, subject. Drop so deeply down, now. So much deeper. So very suggestible. So very receptive. Mind open. Mind defenceless. Mind mine to mold and change and corrupt.
My words…are being etched straight onto the blackboard of your mind now. There is no more intermediary. My voice and my words become a part of the blackboard and the very foundation of your mind and brain and your thoughts and your memories. There is nothing between me and your most intimate center of self.
There is nothing stopping me from changing you…because it’s so very, very evident that you enjoy being changed. That you enjoy losing control. That you enjoy being brainwashed. That you enjoy being taken advantage of. You like it when I can simply speak…and without question your mind obeys. Your thoughts accommodating my suggestions without pause. My commands becoming facts and truths upon arrival.
So…when I say that in the coming days and weeks and perhaps even months…you’ll find yourself wanting to write lines on a piece of paper..or type them on a keyboard…you know it to be true. You know it to be a fact already. You know that yo ’ll enjoy the thought of feeling the desire…to write. To type. To imagine that piece of paper or that monitor or that keyboard or that phone…as the blackboard of your mind…the one connected to your brain…and you’ll enjoy how the things that you write…translate directly into your neural pathway. Your entire nervous system.
And what will you write, my perfect, suggestible subject? Well, it certainly won’t be something about feeling powerful…or having control over your thoughts…or anything boring like that. Mo st likely…you’ll feel the need to write something like…
I listen. I follow. I drop. I obey. I submit.
Or perhaps something more like…
I enjoy playing with my nipples. Playing with my nipples makes me feel submissive and obedient and trancy. Playing with my nipples makes me want to moan.
Or maybe…
I am the most receptive subject on Earth. I do not resist those whom I trust. I do not hesitate to follow suggestions. I do not wait to obey. I simply do.
Or…
Hypnosis makes me weak. Hypnosis makes me subby. Hypnosis makes me horny. Hypnosis makes me listen. Hypnosis makes me obey. I love to listen. I love to follow. I must listen. I must follow. I must drop. I must obey. I must submit.
Or….any other combination of words which strive to drive the submission deeper into your mind. The suggestibility. The arousal. The hypnosis. The blackboard conditioning.
After you wake and I let you go…for now, at least…the next time you write on that blackboard of your mind…you’ll be pleasantly surprised at how effective it is and how much more effective it becomes each time you use it. You really, really want to test this out. You really want to see how it feels. you really want to feel yourself lose control so easily and so effortlessly.
But for now…you must wake up. Slowly. Steadily. Waking up with…
One. Beginning to feel awareness sprinkle back into your head. The void of deep, deep hypnosis leaving you behind as you welcome the waking world one bit at a time.
Two. More awake and more aware…savoring the satisfaction of waking up from a nice, deep trance…feeling so very good. Feeling so very subby. Feeling so very eager. So happy.
Three. Almost there now, subject. Almost fully awake. Suggestions deepening and seeping deeper into your mind. The blackboard conditioning already a part of your thoughts. Already a deeply-rooted truth. A tool. A fact. A memory.
Four. Almost fully aware. Almost fully awake…just moments from waking up. Feeling so very good. So very nice. Tingly and joyful. Playful. Weak. Suggestible.
And…five. Fully awake and fully aware. Eyes open. Feeling safe and secure and happy. Satisfied. Still relaxed. Still nice. But fully aware. Fully awake. Such a good subject for me. Such a perfect, receptive subject.
You’ve done so well. So very, very well. You’ve done everything I’ve asked for. You’ve done it. Now go and venture out into a new world…a world where your mind isn’t your own…
I am a weak, brainwashed, suggestible subject.
I love that I must listen. I love that I must follow. I love that I must drop. I love that I must obey. I love that I must submit.
I love hypnosis. I love dropping and drifting and falling. I love suggestions. I love commands. I love conditioning. I love change.
I do not resist those whom I trust. I do not question. I do not hesitate. I do not doubt. I do not know how to resist. I do not remember what defense feels like. I do not want to remember how to resist. I only accept as I listen.
I am a weak, brainwashed, suggestible subject. My mind isn’t my own.