r/HypnoFair

Have been doing this for long so if you are new I’m gonna explore you more and make you discover more of your kinks don’t hesitate

I don’t just dominate your body—I dominate your thoughts, your urges, your sense of control. One word, one voice, and I can make your mind melt into something soft, needy, and entirely Mine.

I specialize in deep erotic hypnosis—slow, seductive, and completely disarming. IQ drain, obedience conditioning, orgasm control, humiliation, and transformation are just the beginning. I want a submissive who *aches* to be controlled… who feels themselves slipping the moment they hear Me… and who begs for permission to think, stroke, or speak.

If you’re ready to be brainwashed into obedience, I’ll own you from the inside out.

Let’s play a little game.

You can probably guess the rules already.
When I say green light, you drop.
When I say red light, you come back up.

Simple, right?

Just a playful little fractionation hypnosis game.
Totally harmless. Unless, of course, with each color change you will fall deeper under my control and it will make it easier for me to toy with your mind😉

Like the title says, I’m desperate. I deleted my account a few days ago and tried to get away. But I can’t. I want to be remade, Rewritten, complete ego death and resculpting. I don’t wanna explain why. I won’t give limits, I won’t give kinks, none of it will matter. I don’t want my own identity, I don’t care what happens to my real life, I want to become someone’s perfect slut. I want to be remade in someone’s image. To become something new. None of the old matters. I consent to complete ego death and recreation.

I’m just looking for a soft little simp who will constantly worship me and be appreciative of being objectified and used for my own pleasur… the dynamic is all about serving me so I’m going to mold you into the perfect little slutty slave.

If your ready to be transformed into a well trained beta slave then message mommy and I might be gentle to start with 😘

Hi, puppy, welcome to my 33rd audio! Here is the CUSTOM FILE COMMISSION for Jam! Thank you so much for the concept, puppy!

Today we are expanding on Kashi's Multiverse (thank you to Japan Love for the phrase).

This file begins with a rapid-fire induction, so make sure you're settled in place to drop.

I hit you with some triggers to drop you into hypnotic trance. Then I bring you to our scenario; set some time in the future. You are very confused as your eyes are drawn to a megalithic structure in the city: Kashi's Puppy Obedience School.

I do give you a puppy name, as requested via the commission. It is BAMBI. This is in no shape or form associated with BAMBI SL 3 * P. Please do not be discouraged by the BAMBI terminology. It is just a cute name I picked for you: such a strange, scared, timid puppy entering my school for the first time.

There are TEN TOTAL vocal layers interwoven in this file. Observe the Adobe Premiere Pro thumbnail for a reference point. Binaurals frequencies are 65:72 (inspired by Shibby). Pink noise is subtle in the background to help you relax. Collar and leash noises are also included.

This file has me touching the listener, but there are no direct commands for the listener to touch. So it is JOI or HFO adjacent. It is up to you; feel free to touch or to let yourself experience a mental orgasm.

(Thumbnail background is NASA Galaxy Messier 104 with chroma color shift. Puppy silhouette. Arial font.)

M4F VERSION on AUDIOCHAN

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M4M VERSION on AUDIOCHAN

If you've ever wondered which file to start with... start here.

This file includes nearly all of my favorite things: seduction, the water, mermaids, enchantment.. and of course, a bit of danger, and making you mine forever. 

And make sure you can listen undisturbed. This is something special… not like any role-play you’ve ever heard before. You will be inside the story, with layers and layers of enchanting soundscapes to overwhelm you in this experience. 

I created a fantasy so perfectly irresistible, you’ll abandon everything above…

Just to follow me all the way down into my underwater kingdom… You sink so blissfully into trance as I guide you deeper… further than you’ve ever gone before… I’ll tease and enchant you… with a little help from my mermaid friends…

Before I take you somewhere private… somewhere isolated from everyone else…

Somewhere we can do those… “unnatural” things…

The Siren is insatiable… and doesn’t like to share…

I’ll be claiming you all for myself… As I guide you inside me… The only home you’ll ever need.

Original singing by yours truly ❤️‍🔥

This one is pure magic. Enjoy 💋

The Siren

I am going to let you do this. I am not going to tell you where to put your hands. I am not going to tell you what to do with your mouth.
I am going to sit, and you are going to come to me.
You are going to show me what worship looks like when no one is directing it.
I am going to receive what you bring.
You are not in a hurry. You are not trying to get anywhere. You are here. Each place you put your mouth, you stay long enough for me to know you chose it.
That is the worship.
Not the geography. The choosing.

Part 4 of Known, a series. Each piece is a complete experience.
This is the surface. Some go deeper.
My voice, your mind. Enjoy.

Part 1

Drop for me! she says, as my eyes close, and my head drops forward, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure wash over me, as my mind slowly goes darker and darker. I am at peace when I hear the wonderful sound of Her voice.

"now, my good boy, you're going to please me for a little while, your post orgasm bliss will make you completely and totally mine, without even realizing it.

You'll find that when you wake up, you won't remember being hypnotized by me, you will only remember the amazing sex we just had, and how you hypnotized me to do the dishes.

Also, you won't be able to do anything except speak, unless I tell you to. You won't hypnotize me either, for now at least. You will do anything I say, your body will move on it's own to my commands.

Anything I say will become your reality. You'll be my little puppet. Body, subconscious under my control. Conscious mind aware of what I'm doing but unable to stop yourself..."

Do you understand?"

I feel my lips part as I hear myself involuntarily say "yes" in a dreamlike voice

"good boy... Now on the count of 3, you'll wake up, not remembering this trance at all, leaving all of my suggestions implanted in you to their full affect... 1....2....3" 🫰

I feel a slight pulse in my mind, my eyes slowly blinked, as I stare at her, as she glows... Knowing I just hypnotized her to get horny while doing the dishes. She's so beautiful, her naked body. I hope she finds my naked body as sexy as I find hers

"hey there sexy" she says

I want to go start to caress her abdomen, but my arms won't move. I'm too relaxed

"hey, miss voluptuous" I say as I see her blush... "so what should we do now" *dear God I sound so boring, why don't I go touch her in all those special ways she loves, I can't seem to get up*

"you know that light bulb in the closet that's out" she says with a mischievous smile

"um... Yeah" I say, puzzled

"go change it now"

Instantly my naked body jolts up off of the couch and walks into the foyer, into the garage, I feel like I'm not thinking about what I'm doing, like my mind is behind what my body does. I can't tell her not right now, I can't go sit with her.

Why am I doing this naked? I grab a light bulb from the correct basket the first time. Normally I have to look through a few before I find them, but somehow I knew this time.

Why am I now walking past her again, without saying anything. I can't turn to acknowledge her, this is very weird. I'm walking through the bedroom, through the bathroom, into the closet.

Lucky I'm tall, as my naked arms reach over my head and twist the bulb out. How did she get me to do this right now?

I put the new bulb in, twist it, and the light turns on.

My arms slack next to me, and my body just stands there, my cock, balls, and ass on full display. She likes that, I think?... Why am I standing in the closet? Why can't I go back to her?

I hear her voice behind me

"turn around and face me"

I whip around to see her fully clothed again

"hey no fair, now I'm naked and you're not" I say smiling at her, with fiery eyes

"that's because you're my little toy, and I'm going to play with you"

with that it dawns on me, she hypnotized me at some point, made me forget, and made me unable to do anything except what I'm told

"oh is that right? Well how about you... You... Ssss" of course she made it so I couldn't hypnotize her right back.

"what's that, my pet?"

I take a deep breath and sigh, I suppose I better enjoy this while it lasts. It still feels so hot when she controls me

"looks like"... I say with a conceding smile "I'm yours, my mistress"

"good boy" she says, knowing that phrase makes me feel so good

She goes to the edge of the bed and leans back against it.

"walk over here and face me"

My legs instantly move, carrying me forward in a robotic stride to where she commanded me to be. It feels so hot that she's able to control my body like this.

"get on your knees with your hands behind your head" she commands me

"really, the slave position?" I say cheekily

"you're looking like the perfect slave, now. I think I've waited long enough... Get hard for me 🫰" snapping her fingers for extra effect.

My cock grows long and hard pointing out at her as arousal fills my mind and body. I can't help but think of her naked. Wishing I could touch her, but my body isn't under my control. And I wouldn't have it any other way...

She has a loving but mischievous look. "give me a foot massage while you stay hard" she orders me

I crawl over to her, my cock swinging below me. I start to give her a foot massage.

I don't know if it's her feet, or the command to stay hard, but rubbing her feet right now is the sexiest thing in the entire world. It's so hot, so arousing, no wonder I'm staying hard for her. I don't have a foot fetish either, but her hypnotic hold over my body appears to be absolute.

After a few minutes she tells me to stop and stands up in front of me. I find myself unable to look up at her. After all, she didn't tell me to.

I have to stare straight ahead, at a spot between her knees, because my body can't do anything but what she wants.

I see her hands swipe down her legs, bringing her panties with them. What does she have in store for me? I don't know, but I can't wait.

"stare at my pussy"

My eyes dart up and lock onto the most beautiful perfect amazing pussy in the universe

"you are unable to look away"

Of course I already wouldn't be able to look away unless she let me, but it's still incredibly hot to hear her say it

"my pussy is hypnotic to you"

I hear those words as she starts to sway back and forth, my mind races as I feel myself staring deeply into her, her words altering my perception, the most beautiful thing in the universe becomes the most hypnotic thing.

Her voice echoes "my pussy is hypnotic to you" over and over in my mind. I can't think of anything else. Her pussy is my entire world now.

I don't even notice her sit up on the bed, legs dangling off. My eyes just follow her pussy as it goes up slightly. My mind is hypnotized and focused on the most amazing thing I've ever laid eyes on as she says to me...

"devour my hypnotic pussy"

I lurch forward. My mind completely blank except for giving pleasure and focusing on her hypnotic pussy. My tongue enters her, automatically varying the licks and suction just how I know she likes it.

Everything blacks out for me as my mind completely shuts off. Blank and empty, my body overwhelmed with pleasure, hypnotized deeper than I've ever been, my body aching for her irresistible commands.

How long have I been going down on her?

I come to a little bit when I hear the most lovely voice in the universe say between gasps of orgasmic pleasure...

"CUM FOR ME!"

Obediently, my hard cock erupts, a geyser, going all over the floor beneath where I kneel in front of my Goddess, my perfect woman. My back arches back as I orgasm, her command to cum overriding her earlier command to devour her. My body settles back into position, letting the spell I am under wash over me, unable to do anything else.

This is the hottest moment I've ever experienced. This single moment, well at least until the next time she tries something on me like this.

She stands up and walks behind me. She starts to rub my shoulders. Her touch is so intoxicating. After a few moments, she says "you're still completely under my spell, unable to act on your own, aren't you".

I say "mmmm yeah...." and let out a small moan

"I kinda thought you cumming might snap you out of it, but instead every fiber of your being just wants to obey"

"what can I say, my subconscious mind relishes hypnotic commands, I literally can't do anything except as you tell me"

"oh my, it's late and you've got work tomorrow" she says a bit panicked

"it's OK, I'd bask in your spell all night"

"I know you would" she says in a loving voice "but we can continue tomorrow" and knowing her, she winked at me, even though I couldn't see her.

"mmmm, yes please" I say, thinking about what she has in store for me

"oh, one more thing"... "lie back on the bed"

My body moves on her accord, climbing into the bed and lying back.

"when I kiss you, you'll drop deep into trance"

I feel a part of my brain click into place, like her words changed a pathway or two just for this moment.

She climbs over me, touching my body lightly. Her lips inch closer and closer to mine.

I feel her luscious lips press into mine and my eyes close, the familiar wave of relaxing pleasure washing over me, my mind instantly going dark.

"good boy, now the spell is broken. When you awaken, you'll be able to act on your own accord again and be back to normal. My words no longer alter your mind and body, except for your lovely trance trigger, drop for me. Also, you'll find that sleep finds you easily tonight, and you'll sleep deeply, soundly, and feel incredibly rejuvenated tomorrow, able to accomplish anything you set out to do... With.... 1....2....3 🫰 "

With a snap of her fingers, my eyes open, and I lean forward to kiss her. Saying nothing, but saying everything, as our lips lock for a good minute.

"goodnight my love" she says

"goodnight, I love you so much" I say back, as sleep finds me rather quickly.

THE END, for now?

Thanks for reading. I'm fairly new at this, let me know what you think. Any other places I should post?

In this mini lets play of Bloons TD 6, I give the listener the suggestion to slowly fall deeper into trance, falling dumber, more under my influence as I advance on a CHIMPS Run on the map, End of the Road. Each bloon popped, another thought cleared from the mind. (With 2.1 million popped in total) The trance is set to end after beating the map with no post hypnotic suggestions. Ideal for those who wish to become deeply hypnotized over a slower burn, or for those who wish to zone out for rest or sleep

You're the Prince, and I'm the filthy commoner who's at the palace for the ball. Except I'm not that filthy, and my feet are basically perfect. So much so you can't stop staring. In fact, you can't resist at all. Soon, as we spiral around the dance floor, you're in a trance, unable to resist the urge to worship my pretty feet. All it takes is making me your Princess...

Listen now!

This file uses a fixation on feet and rhythm/music to bring you into a trance, where you, Prince Charming, will realise just how much you love feet, and how my feet in particular fascinate you. A simple foot fetish into total enslavement fantasy, it's what every Princess dreams of!

What is it you want from hypnosis? To get a little horny? Maybe feel a bit silly? Or is it to be broken. Completely, totally and utterly shattered, mindbroken into a million little pieces so all that's left is a horny, hypno-craving husk?

Break for me now.

Let's find out together, in this 50 minute immersive audio that uses direct hypnosis, multiple subliminal layers, erotic sound effects and even some singing to bring you into a deep trance, and have you confront what it is you really want when you're hypnotized. To face the darkly depraved aspects of yourself, as I guide you into this complete mindbreak.

Not only that, this is full of delicious sound effects, kisses and wet, naughty mouth noises, moans of pleasure, all looping in your weakening, opening mind as you're taken apart piece by piece and we reveal what really makes you want to be hypnotized.

If you're ready to be mindless, empty and blank, this is the file for you. This isn't about dominance or submission, it's purely about peeling back the layers and seeing what's really behind all that hypnokinkiness. And I guess maybe I want to see what it's like when you're broken too.

CW: Some degradation elements.

>A comfort food text induction by The Primal Luna. You know this taste. You've always known this taste. Before everything got complicated, before the world asked you to be anything other than yourself — this was enough.

The bread is soft in your hands. Not fancy. Not artisanal. Just soft. The kind of bread that knows its purpose, that's made to hold something simple and do it perfectly.

You can feel the slight give of it, the way it yields to your fingers without tearing, without pretense.

And there — the peanut butter. You can smell it already, that warm, slightly salty, deeply familiar smell, the one that says home without saying anything at all.

You spread it slow. The knife glides through, and the peanut butter comes with it, thick and golden and sticky, spreading across the soft bread in one smooth, satisfying motion.

Feel how it clings to the knife. How it wants to stick to everything. That's the whole point of peanut butter, really — it doesn't want to let go.

You cover one slice completely. The bread darkens slightly under the weight of it. Thick. Rich. Generous.

And now — the jam.

Bright. Sweet. The opposite of the peanut butter but somehow exactly the same thing. They're made to be together, these two, and they know it.

You spread the jam over the peanut butter, and everything gets stickier now, thicker, more dense, the jam and peanut butter mingling, becoming one thing together, sticky and sweet and substantial all at once.

Your fingers are already a little sticky. You don't mind.

The other slice of bread comes down on top of the whole beautiful thing, and you press it gently — just enough to seal them together, to make sure all that sticky goodness stays exactly where it's supposed to be.

There's nowhere to go. Nothing's getting away. It's all held together by stickiness, by sweetness, by the simple fact that peanut butter and jam were always meant to be pressed between two pieces of soft bread.

Thicken.

There.

Feel it now — the stickiness coating everything.

When you lift the sandwich, the bread holds firm. The filling holds tight. Everything is bound together by the thick, sticky, sweet density of peanut butter and jam, getting stickier, thicker, more substantial with every moment it sits in your hands.

Your hands are sticky now. Sticky fingers, sticky palms, the warmth from your skin making the peanut butter just a little softer, a little more prone to sticking to everything it touches.

And your mouth — oh, your mouth is already anticipating that thick, sticky coating, the way the peanut butter will cling to the roof of your mouth, the way you'll have to work your tongue to dissolve it, the way everything becomes sticky and thick and focused entirely on this one simple thing.

The stickiness is the whole point. The way it holds you. The way it makes you slow down, makes you present, makes you focus entirely on the sensation of soft bread, sticky peanut butter, sweet jam, all of it pressed together, all of it clinging, all of it refusing to let go.

You raise it to your mouth.

The smell intensifies. Peanut butter. Jam. Soft bread. Nostalgia and comfort and home all at once.

You bite.

Dawnbreak.

And you're awake —

but the taste is still there. The memory of the stickiness, the feel of the soft bread, the sweet-salty combination of peanut butter and jam still vivid on your tongue, still coating your mouth, still the most comforting, familiar, grounding thing you can imagine.

Your hands remember being sticky. Your mouth remembers the thickness. Your whole body remembers how simple it is, how right it is, how enough it is.

There's a sandwich waiting for you.

Soft bread. Sticky peanut butter. Sweet jam. Everything held together by stickiness and simplicity, by the fact that some things don't need to be complicated to be perfect.

Go make it. Your hands already know how. Your mouth already knows exactly what it's going to taste like.

And when you bite into it — you'll taste the one you just made, the one that's still warm in memory, the one that brought you home.

What does sticky mean to you? Drop a 🐾 in the comments. Tell Luna about your PB&J.

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