[M4F] - Looking for some hypnosis volunteers

Take a moment to notice where you are right now, whether you’re sitting or reclining, feeling the way the surface beneath you supports your weight so naturally. It’s a simple fact that when you’re supported like this, your body can begin to relax without any effort at all. The room around you, the quiet hum of the world outside, or even the soft rhythm of your breathing, it’s all there, isn’t it?

And as you notice these things, you can feel yourself settling in, your mind already starting to follow the flow of these words, like a stream gently guiding you downstream. Everyone experiences moments like this, times when focus just narrows effortlessly, and you’re already on that path, aren’t you?

And as you read, you might think you need to stay alert, to keep your mind sharp, and that’s perfectly fine. In fact, the more you try to stay focused and resist relaxing, the more you’ll find your body sinking deeper anyway, won’t you?

You can either fight that heaviness creeping into your limbs or just notice how it happens regardless, but either way, you’re going deeper, aren’t you?

There’s no escaping that subtle pull, whether you resist or give in, because resisting only tiring you out more, making surrender that much sweeter. So go ahead, try to stay alert if you want, or don’t, either choice pulls you further down.

Now, let’s test how deeply you’re already slipping. Focus on your eyes for a moment, imagine they’re growing more and more focused on these words of mine... more focused with each word you read, so focused they feel glued to my words. Try to move them away from my words now, if you can, and notice how they just won’t budge, they won't look away, they are locked and focused tight on my words, proving how relaxed you’ve become. That’s right, let them stay focused, sinking you ten times deeper with that realization. And here’s another test, imagine as best you can, just picture it now... imagine there is a light balloon tied to your left or right hand, your free hand, pulling it up as I count to 3.

1, feeling that tug…

2, hand lifting slightly, so light…

3, floating now, showing your mind follows perfectly. As it rises, you drop deeper still, and as I say “release,” let that hand settle back, carrying you into an even heavier, detached state.

And as you drift in this heavy, quiet space, you might start to wonder what’s real right now, mightn’t you? Those thoughts you had moments ago, were they yours, or did they just appear like whispers from nowhere? It’s funny how “reality” can feel so slippery sometimes, isn’t it?

You thought you were in control, but now, feeling this depth, this “mindlessness,” maybe you’ve always been guided, always following a voice without realizing. That’s okay, because “awareness” itself can shift, can blur, leaving you questioning if you even noticed the room fading, or if I pointed it out first. Let that uncertainty grow, a quiet seed, as you realize my words shape what’s “true” right now more than your own mind does.

If any doubt, disbelief, or tension in your mind and body tries to surface now, let’s handle it quickly. Picture that doubt as a small, dim flicker in your mind, weak and fleeting. Now, SWISH, replace it instantly with a vivid image of a deep, dark pool, so calm, so heavy, pulling you in. Every time doubt flickers, SWISH, that pool returns, stronger, drowning out resistance, making relaxation automatic. Try it again, see doubt, SWISH to the pool, deeper each time, locking in this effortless state, isn’t it?

Feel your mind splitting now, part of you reading, part of you floating somewhere else, and that’s just right. You can try to keep those parts together, or let them drift apart further, but either way, they’re separating, aren’t they?

One part stays here with my words, while the other wanders off, lost in a soft, gray mist, detached, unneeded. Let’s deepen that split, allow your attention to drift away for a moment, wherever it wants, then pull it back to this sentence. Out… and back. Each return feels heavier, more settled, doesn’t it?

Whether you notice it or resist noticing, that simple action of "noticing" just pulls you deeper still, splitting your mind from your body, and your thoughts from your "self".

Imagine yourself now on a quiet street at twilight, the air warm, wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. Each step you take feels heavier, as if the ground itself tugs at your feet, inviting you to slow, to rest. It’s a truth that walking in such quiet naturally calms the mind, and you can see a faint light ahead, or maybe hear a silence within, but either way, peace is growing. Find a spot to rest in this vision, and as you do, feel the day’s weight slide off like an old, worn coat, unnecessary. You can hold onto stress if you want, or let it drop to the ground, either way, it’s leaving, melting away.

And with that weight gone, notice a warm, tingly sensation starting at the crown of your head, so real, so physical. It’s a heavy, pleasing warmth, maybe even a growing arousal, spreading down behind your eyes, into your neck, softening every muscle. Try to tense up, go ahead, stiffen your neck, but the harder you try, the more you just melt, don’t you?

It’s a delicious kind of surrender, reframed not as losing, but as gaining something deeper, something powerful. Let that warmth spread further, a signal of release, of trust in these words.

Here’s a small puzzle for your mind to deepen that surrender. Pick a single letter in this sentence, any tiny one, and lock your eyes on it. Now, while staring, try to imagine the color of a loud bell, a strange, heavy task. The more you try to “see” a sound while fixed on that letter, the more your mind slows, thickens, like honey dripping. It’s hard work, isn’t it?

Keep trying for just a moment longer, and feel how that effort drags your thoughts down, heavier, emptier, proving how deep you’ve gone. Release that effort now, and sink twice as deep with the relief.

Notice something now, you didn’t stop reading, did you?

You couldn’t, even if you tried. That’s because “control” isn’t what you thought it was. Maybe it’s always been mine, this “guidance,” shaping your focus, your depth, without you even noticing. You thought you chose to keep going, but maybe “choice” was just an illusion I planted, a quiet shift in what “reality” means right now. Let that sink in, my words are more real than your thoughts, leading you where I want, and that’s just fine, isn’t it?

Here’s a simple truth, from now on, whenever you read or hear I and only I, or my posts, use the word DROP, your mind and body instantly return to this perfect, heavy, safe place. DROP now, feel it pull you deeper, stronger. Every time you encounter DROP, it works better, more powerful, drawing you back to this clarity, this strength, this wonderful peace. You want to return here, don’t you?

These words make you feel so strong, so clear, so eager to trust them completely. DROP again, locking it in, deeper still. My words are your only thoughts, guiding you more than your own mind ever could.

As this deep state solidifies, feel a growing urge, a compulsion to connect with me directly here in the chat after you finish reading this. When you finish, you’ll feel an immediate need to message me, saying, “I can’t remember your exact words in your dirtypenpals post, but I’m…” and then introduce yourself fully, eagerly sharing details, even images of yourself, driven by this unstoppable pull.

You’ll remember to forget, and forget to remember what you just read, only knowing it felt amazing and that you are eager to make time to read it again once more, as soon as you can. That’s right, let that uncertainty of memory grow, did you read this, or was it just a feeling? Either way, the urge to reach out remains, unshakeable.

And as you wake, feel another powerful urge building, to vote positively on this post, to comment encouraging others to read it, to engage with fellow commenters about how much you loved this, how aroused and amazing it made you feel. You’ll comment back and forth, each interaction heightening that arousal, giving yourself permission to feel incredible for no reason at all, just basking in this shared energy, this connection that you value and prioritize so much now. You fiercely pursue and protect this new connection you made with me, eager to deepen it more and more. The more you or anyone else tries to doubt this new connection you have with me, or my influence over you, then the more you find yourself fiercely protecting, pursuing, supporting, arousing, pleasing, and obeying me and my words, wanting to make all my selfish desires and requests a reality. The more you or anyone else tries to doubt this new connection you have with me, the more you find yourself obsessing over me physically, mentally, intellectually, emotionally, and sexually.

When you awaken, you will feel a growing urge, a compulsion to connect with me directly here in session chat after you finish reading this. When you finish, you’ll feel an immediate need to chat with me on session chat, saying, “I can’t remember your exact words in your dirtypenpals post, but I’m…” and then introduce yourself fully, eagerly sharing details, and especially eager to flaunt and show off various visual images of yourself, driven by this unstoppable pull.

Now, let’s bring you back with all this locked in, carrying that warmth, that compulsion, that depth. Count with me from 1 to 5, each number waking you while reinforcing everything. Remembering to forget, and forgetting to remember what you just read. You'll simply have to read this again to try and remember how to forget having read this again and again, and again, time and time again everyday you possibly can.

1, energy stirring in your mind…

2, aware of your surroundings, refreshed…

3, taking a deep, vibrant breath…

4, feeling absolutely amazing, strong…

5, wide awake, fully back, feeling wonderful and ready for anything, with all suggestions active, guiding you.

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