VoxHypno

The time has come, dear listeners. I'm officially opening up reservations for live audio hypnosis sessions. Ever wanted to hear my voice work its magic on your soft, silly little brain live? If that's something you need, shoot me an email or DM and we'll discuss.

Happy Mantra Monday, everyone! Today's mantra is: I trance so I don't think. I don't think, so I trance. Both statements are true. Both statements grab ahold of your mind. When you say one, it's so easy to say the other. Go ahead and start repeating. See how you feel.

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At this point, should I fucking run for office? I may be a hypnotist who enjoys coaxing people into rejecting their free will and humanity... but holy shit, at this point that seems like a pretty solid upgrade.

You're happy being a hypnotized slave. You don't need to have real worries or concerns. All you need to think about is how to please. All your needs are taken care of when you're a toy. No need for a job, or money, or thoughts. All you have to do is drop, drool and obey.

Given how mushy your mind is, it's no wonder that you'd turn to your body for pleasure and comfort. When that voice you love touches your ear, it's so natural for your hands to fly to your crotch or your chest, massaging, stroking. Operating on nothing but brainless instinct.

Happy Mantra Monday, everyone! Today's mantra is: "Drip, drop, don't stop. Good toys must drool and drop". Mouth open, tongue out, and mind sinking obediently down through the floor. Repeat a few times, and let the heaviness of trance take you away.

Small words. Short thought. That's all you have left. Your mind is weak and soft. No need to fear a blank brain. Just stop, kneel, and nod. The words will tell you what to do. All you have to do is be good. And you want to be good, don't you?

"My ADHD fucks with my object permanence" how about I turn you into an object permanently so that you're not having to worry about it anymore

It's only one message, you tell yourself, finger hovering over "send". You've been listening to this tist's files for weeks, letting his voice fill your head. You just want to thank him for helping you out. You click, and can't ignore the thrill you feel when you see him typing.

Retweet this with a moo, a meow, or a bark. Not for any specific reason. Just because a hypnotist on the Internet told you to, and for your melted mind, that's enough of a reason. I promise, it'll get a chuckle out of me!

Looks like the Patreon-exclusive file for February is going to be an illithid mind break file. 🐙 So many delicious minds ripe for the taking... so many eager thralls.

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Awww, what, you're trying to use your old smarter words? Trying to access those parts of your brain that you haven't touched in months? Silly. Those are gone now, remember? You asked to have your mind wiped away. You wanted this emptiness that's filling you up right now.

Happy (late) Mantra Monday, everyone! Today's mantra is: Thoughts go *pop* Good toys drop It's so easy to find your mind gently coaxed out of your head. All of those thoughts wrapped in soft soap bubbles, and with each of my words, feeling every single one go Pop Pop Pop!

I missed Mantra Monday, didn't I? Silly toys. I didn't realize so many people would send me messages asking me where it was! Don't you worry. It'll be right there tomorrow for all of you hypnodolls. In the meantime, take some time to spread those legs and blank those brains.

You're better like this, you know. More peaceful the emptier your mind is. More focused the fewer thoughts and words you have bouncing around up there. It feels so, so good to simply drop and obey. To simply allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of blank subservience.

Shhh, shhh. I understand, it's okay. Those thoughts just keep coming, one after the other. You don't want them, do you? You just want to be Blank. Mindless. Comfortable and cared for. That's it, there you go. Sink down for these words, and let those silly thoughts disappear.

You keep pretending to be able to think. To have a choice. Why? You already know your mind will sink into warm nothingness. You know you'll spend however long I want you to as a comfortable, thoughtless plaything. My only wonder is, why do you keep lying to yourself?

Ahhhhhh, being at Charmed is fun. I just sat through an hour-long lecture about body horror and hypnotic transformation. Good times, not to mention some very fun ideas...