Sunday, February 14, 2021

A sleepy time in the library - SleepyGirl's Hypnotic Reflections

 Key: MC, MD, M/F, Knockout, Chloroform, Hypnosis

Description: Sleepygirl describes a dream she had about a pair of men roaming the library knocking out the girls and hypnotizing them into something more intimate and ultimately forgettable… for her anyways. 

[NOTE: These are actual emails written by SleepyGirl, who was hypnotized to have a fantasy/dream while she slept, and then send me a description of it. You can find out more details HERE! ]

To: Sleepyhypno <>
From: Sleepygirl <REDACTED>
Date: May 17th 20XX
Subject: A sleepy time in the library

Points of order...

1) Did I get knocked out last night? Because I know I was kinda tired, but I swear I got hit in the head with something after you said you had a plan for me to rest. Just making sure i'm not going crazy. :oP

2) In case the subject didn't give it away, I had another dream story for you, hopefully this one won't sound as worn out...which it shouldn't because I'm not as wiped out as I was when I was writing the last one. But in any case, I'll stop rambling now and get to the porn.  

As a testament to the fact that I have had far too many library related things on my mind lately, I was in a library for the course of this dream. In the middle there were two sets of stairs that led up to the second floor, where I spent most of the dream. To the left of the stairs there were about half a dozen tables, some of them empty and some with computers stationed at them. Around them were rows of books, a few plants for decorative purposes, and a door to an office back in a corner of the room. To the right of the stairs was a small couch and two chairs. On either side of the furniture were some small end tables, and in the middle was a low circular table with a few magazines thrown across it. Behind them on the far wall were a row of five study rooms. 

The second floor was mostly quiet, there were a small handful of people looking through the rows of books on either side, another man sitting at one of the chairs leafing through a magazine, and a few women at the computers on the opposite side of the room. I walked over to some of the shelves and started looking through the books, myself, and began wandering through each section. I took a few off of the shelves and carried them over to the couch, where I sat down to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. After a while I set the magazines down and walked over to another section of books against a back wall. There were only a few men and one woman scattered through a few of the rows, and as I got closer I saw that the books were of a more...risque nature...dealing with erotic hypnosis, seduction, freezing, and unusual fetishes. Two men were huddled over a book in one of the aisles, whispering to one another, while a few rows away another woman was pulling a book off of the shelf and examining its contents quietly. I couldn't make out what the woman was looking at, but as I moved along the row behind the men I got enough of a glimpse to see that they were looking at a book on sedation. Their whispers seemed more excited as they pointed to various parts of the page they were hunched over, and one of them kept glancing up - almost as if he were looking through the shelf at the woman on the other side. 

As I moved closer, trying to stay unnoticed by the two men, I watched one of them take a final glance at the pages they were reading and quietly move down the aisle and around the corner. By the time I glanced back, the other man had disappeared. I inched closer to the row of books the woman was standing in the middle of, with her back to the man who was quietly moving towards her. He stopped for a moment, fishing for something in his pockets that I couldn’t see, and finally pulled out a white cloth that he kept hidden in his hand. I kept watching as he crept up behind her and in one smooth motion slipped the cloth up to her mouth, muffling her gasp as it covered her nose and mouth. He held her arm as she tried to struggle against him as her muscles weakened by the moment while she struggled to stay upright. The hand that was struggling just moments ago hung limp at her side and her body started to fall back into him, limp like a ragdoll. Finally her head fell back against him and I could see that her eyes had slipped shut, that she was completely unconscious.

I hurried around another corner to hide myself again, watching through the slits in the shelves as the man dragged her down the aisle, then threw her over his shoulder as they entered one of the study rooms. As I was about to move forward to get a better view, I felt a hand grab me from behind, holding my waist as I struggled to see who was behind me. Instead, a white cloth appeared in front of my face as an overpowering, sweet smell filled my nose and lungs...I tried to hold my breath, to not breathe it in, but I couldn't last long and the smell was already strong enough to make me lightheaded. I tried to grab the man's hand next, but that only made him pull me closer to him as my body started to go limp and the hand that was holding me to him began sliding up my body to feel me up. Eventually the smell was too strong, my muscles were too weak, and my eyes fluttered closed as I fell against him helplessly. 

I felt myself being moved around, picked up and thrown over his shoulder as we moved somewhere more...private. I heard a door click closed and felt myself being laid on a table, completely limp as his hands moved under my shirt and began to massage my breasts, sliding across my stomach and chest, down my sides, and slipping under my pants, teasing me. As he explored my body I felt myself start to stir and my surroundings came into view...I was laying on a table in one of the study rooms, everything around me was still hazy and my head felt like it was full of cotton as I looked around, finding that the man who had sedated me was the second of the two I had seen earlier. He smirked at me as his hands never left my body and continued teasing me, I tried to move only to find that I still felt too heavy and sluggish. I started to protest, to ask him what he thought he was doing, and tried my hardest to struggle against him. One of his hands left my body as he reached into his pocket, and before I could wonder what he was reaching for I found a pocket watch dangling in front of my eyes and swaying gently. 

The man nudged it gently as it moved slowly and lazily in front of my eyes, and even though I tried not to stare directly at it, it still kept grabbing my attention. I continued with my protests, sometimes trailing off in mid sentence as it would sway before me and capture my attention again. Each time I thought I had the upper hand, the watch would steal my attention back, and with each swing I seemed to lose my train of thought just a little bit more...before long my protests stopped completely and I couldn't focus my thoughts on anything but the watch in front of me. The man left the watch swaying in front of me as I stared helplessly at it while he started to undress me, bit by bit my clothes were slowly stripped away until I laid there, naked, and his hands started to explore me again. His free hand found my breasts again and caressed them deeply while I felt his other hand slide between my legs and start rubbing me teasingly. All the while I still saw the watch in front of me, although whether it was real or in my mind I can't be completely sure. And as I felt him lean down to kiss, massage and caress me, I felt his cock slide inside of me, next, rocking into me deeply as his hands moved over every inch of the rest of my body. I was only vaguely aware of what was happening, still lost in the swinging movements of the watch as the pleasure continued building unknowingly inside of me. Once his orgasm subsided he cleaned himself up and smiled, leaving the room as the door clicked shut. I looked around, dazed and only just barely realizing just where I was. 

I found myself wandering the library again once I was dressed, looking through books upon books about sedation, freezing people, the art of erotic hypnosis, and any other fetish you could think of. I paid no attention to the fact that I was being followed several rows over, and as I stopped in front of a book on knockouts, I never noticed the figure sliding up behind me. Not until I felt a hand squeeze my neck and shoulder, and my vision started to go fuzzy again. Within moments I felt myself go limp and start falling toward the floor, stopped only by a pair of hands that caught me just before I landed. The next thing I knew I felt myself being dragged along the floor, into another room where I was undressed, groped, and made love to. It happened twice more after that, each time I woke up dazed and half dressed or completely naked in one of the private rooms, and each time I ended up wandering through the aisles, even though I'd already been through them numerous times. 

After the fourth time I found myself wandering through an empty row of shelves yet I walked down the back row against the wall, I felt a quick thump against the back of my head before everything faded to black. I was thrown over a shoulder and taken back to another room, where I barely felt myself being undressed and felt up again...but this time, as I was being undressed, I heard a ticking noise in the background. As my surroundings started to come back to me, I looked around the room and saw that the source of the ticking I'd been hearing was a metronome sitting in the corner. I turned my head to find one of the men I'd seen earlier smiling at me. Not the first one that had sedated me, but the one I'd watched chloroform the other woman back in the stacks. Before I could protest he kissed me deeply and his hands explored my body again as he started whispering in time to the metronome. I was still fuzzy from the hit to the head so everything he said, combined with the pleasure I was feeling, seemed like it was just blurring together. I caught pieces of words here and there...him telling me to relax, to give in, to obey...but eventually I found myself just drifting along with what he was saying while he pleasured me. 

Once he'd finished, he started whispering to me again, about how none of this would be important to remember once he left the room, how it would all just seem like a dream. It was such an engrossing experience, realizing that I might simply forget. That the memory of something like this could just fade away and never be recalled no matter how much I tried. That kind of pushed some buttons in a few ways I really didn't expect! Kinda gave me the tingles, of course that's also pretty much where I woke up, I think. So in any case, I hope you enjoyed it. :oP Between this and a weird daydream I had this afternoon about my friends and I getting kidnapped by pirates, I think my imagination has been on overdrive, but it makes for interesting stories if nothing else. Anyways, now it's time for me to forget.

Featuring SleepyGirl

SleepyGirl's Hypnotic Reflections

  For the past few years I’ve been hypnotically influencing the dreams of my friend SleepyGirl. Usually I will just hypnotize her, give her a few ideas and send her to bed to enjoy the fantasy. She has been hypnotically programmed to believe that these dreams are naturally occurring and not my doing. Once she is asleep she will live out the dream in her mind in her own way, whatever shape or form that may take. 

When she wakes up she remembers the dream, but not my hand in it’s creation, and usually will send me an email telling me about it as we tend to, as a part of our friendship, share our fetish based fantasies and ideas, and she knows I am constantly looking for new ideas. Several ideas in my stories have come from her dreams. 

When I started this site I asked her about the idea of posting some of those emails as little mini stories. Since she already edits my stories she liked the idea of being able to edit the dream reactions and then seeing them posted. I threw out as a joke that it would be funny if she had forgotten that she had written them and simply think it is a story I’ve written, so she would be editing her own writing and never realize it. She loved the idea, so I created a trigger for her to use at the end of the dream reactions, the phrase “Now it's time for me to forget” literally triggers her to forget that she wrote that email. 

On some level in her mind she is aware of all of this, and has given me full permission to do this, so you don’t have to worry about me taking advantage of the situation, she is aware of this on a subconscious level and on regular occasions, I restore her memory and ask her if she is still ok with it. 

So please enjoy SleepyGirl’s Hypnotic Reflections!

Monday, January 18, 2021

Settling In - Spirals - Part 8

 Key: FD, MD, MF, FF, MC,

Description: As the evening wraps up, memories are erased, suggestions are implanted, and future surprises are hinted at.

    Thanks to the subliminals that Nadia had slipped into the music, the lovely dancers that Xander had hypnotized, and a few errant hypnotists in the crowd, just about everyone in Spirals was either hypnotized or hypnotizing someone else. Or both. All in all it had made for quite an eventful grand re-opening.

    Intermixed throughout the crowd were random hypnotists and other species with hypnotic abilities, all with a swarm of enthralled followers around them. Most of the hypnotists had been affected by the subliminals in the music and didn’t even realize that they were indulging their more dominant tendancies. Of course it was no coincidence that Nadia, who had initially set up the subliminals, had the largest group of followers. To her right was Tammy, on her knees while three other female patrons all kneeled at her feet and massaged everything below her waist. Behind her stood four male patrons who took great care in massaging every inch of her upper body while she leaned back and moaned in enjoyment.

    Xander, on the other hand, had made his way onstage to join the three hypnotized lovelies and dance with them, sliding as close as he could to each of the helpless women. But he realized it was getting late…or, more specifically, that it would be dawn soon. And even a night club has to close at some point. 

Monday, January 11, 2021

Settling In - Spirals - Part 7

 Key: FD, FF, MC,

Description: Xander confronts Nadia while Brenda arrives to try and save Sara from Midnight.

    As the subliminal messages continued pumping through the nightclub, causing all sorts of wonderful changes in the oblivious patrons, things weren’t going quite as smoothly in the DJ booth. Tammy still sat at her workstation, completely oblivious to Celene who was passed out on the floor next to her. But what was more impressive was that she was also completely unaware of the screaming match taking place right next to her between Xander and Nadia.

    “You have no right to be here!” shouted Nadia angrily. “This was my gig! I was hand picked for it!”

    “So was I! I guess they didn’t have faith that you could handle the job!” Xander snapped back just as sharply. “Why do you even want this job? You’re always jumping from scheme to scheme and then running away, why do you want to do this again? You hated it the first time!”

    Nadia caught herself as a tear began to form in her eye and quickly shifted her expression back into one of solid resolve. “Why are you even here? Your failure at the last club is what made it go under and cost us all our jobs!”

    “I lost just about everything in my life!” Xander shouted, looking angrier than Nadia had ever seen. “I lost just about every friend I ever had! And then I found this place again…and it has people I know here. People that actually still give a damn about what happens to me. It’s a chance to try and rebuild my life from the ground up. So fuck you for trying to take that from me!” 

Monday, January 4, 2021

Among Us (N.C.U./Spirals) - Round 3

 Key: MC, FD, FF, Hypno

Description: With all fingers pointed at Midnight, the remaining girls need to figure out how to incapacitate the centuries old succubus. Is this the end of the game?

The Sitting Room
    Midnight had cast her vote for Rayne, even though she still wasn’t convinced that she was behind any of this. Jessy had also cast a much more nervous vote for Rayne…but, to Midnight’s surprise, Rayne, and Laura both raised their hands to vote against Midnight. And finally, a very nervous Abigail slowly raised her finger…and pointed it at Midnight. The succubus looked at the row of girls with a disbelieving smirk, raising her eyebrow. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, more to herself than the others.  

    Abigail cleared her throat. “I...I don’t think so. I guess it’s you, Midnight. I’m sorry”

    Midnight shook her head. “It’s alright, but now you have a very…interesting problem before you.” She said as her smirk turned into a devious grin. “How exactly…DO...four mortal women subdue a succubus?”

    “Get her!” Abigail shouted as she charged the much taller woman. Unfortunately for her, everyone else was too lost in their own thoughts or nervousness to notice Abigail’s call to arms. As a result, no one joined in and the amateur hypnotist ran face first into Midnight as she attempted to tackle her.

Monday, December 14, 2020

Settling In - Spirals - Part 6

 Key: FD, FF, MC,

Description: The subliminals in the club begin to push Midnight’s thoughts in a new direction. (Parts of this story were a requested commission).

    Midnight sat back and looked around the club with a smile. Across the room she could see Xander with his feet up, enjoying his hypnotic handiwork in the form of the three young women who were dancing sexily on stage. It was a quiet night…for a nightclub that was, by all accounts, in full swing. Her friend, Veo, had tasked her with ensuring that Xander survived his first night as manager of the club. As far as she could tell, he was doing just fine.

    And then something shifted in the music and a new track began to play in the background…a subliminal track. One that, from the sounds of it, was designed to bring out the more...dominant and submissive tendencies of everyone inside. Quite a naughty thing to do to a club full of young, nubile test subjects, but not unexpected for a nightclub that was dedicated to hypnosis.

    Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one to notice the subliminals. As she turned her head in Xander’s direction, she saw that he had already bolted to his feet and was running up the stairs. “Where is he going?” she thought to herself as she listened to the subliminals and smiled. She had always loved the tingling feeling that she got in the back of her mind when she listened to the commands hidden in the subliminal messages. The fact that she could hear them and willingly let them alter her thoughts, not to mention being able to understand what they were doing to her, made her feel twice as devious. It was like she was peeking behind the curtain to see what strings were being pulled. The very thought sent a shiver down her spine until she remembered she was supposed to be keeping an eye on Xander.

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Settling In - Spirals - Part 5

 Key: FD, MD, FF, FM, MC

Description: With the night in full swing, Nadia makes her move.

    By all accounts, the grand re-opening of Spirals’ was, without a doubt, a success. The music was thumping, the dance floor was full, and three lovely ladies onstage were swaying their hypnotized bodies for the enjoyment of the crowd. Xander was relaxing at a nearby table, admiring his handiwork while Midnight kept a close eye on him from the shadows, ensuring that the incubus didn’t cause too much trouble.

    But on the entry level of the club, things were about to take a turn. Nadia watched the dancers onstage and couldn’t help but notice how smug Xander looked as he enjoyed their performance. “Two can play at this game…” she said, grinning deviously and strutting over to the DJ booth.

    Tammy was busy flipping through the list of songs on the computer screen and bouncing to the music that was playing in her headphones. She’d listen to a few seconds of a song and then slot it into the playlist before moving on to the next, it was a fantastically complex process that she had mastered years ago. Her job was to keep track of the audience’s mood and balance the pace of the songs to give them a break every now and again. Of course in doing this she still managed to keep them moving in the direction that the club wanted, high energy with just a hint of danger and the promise of sex. Just like any other nightclub. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice the door opening up behind her as Nadia snuck into the booth.

    The redheaded hypnotist smiled as she shook her head. “I should have known you’d be oblivious, you always were.” she said deviously as she reached into her pocket. “Lets see if we can’t put that level of focus to some good use.” Carefully and silently, she moved behind Tammy and dropped a crystal pendant in front of her eyes.