Hypnopum
hypnopum.bsky.social
Hypnopum
@hypnopum.bsky.social
18+ no minors. 30, They/Them NB, Lover of Erotic Hypnosis. Writer of erotic hypnosis microfictions, and a switch. Support me: allmylinks.com/hypnopum
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Exciting news!
I’m back to offering sessions!
Do you want to experience Mxtress’s hypnotic control on a more personal level, plaything?
Then get in touch via my DM’s.
£30 for 30mins, text only.
CN: Degradation

“Awh, plaything, you’re looking so weak like that…” Your hypnotist smirked down at you, their hand cupping your chin, pulling your gaze up. “What’s wrong? Is the arousal too much for you? Do you want to touch?” They laughed at you. “Well, too bad.”
November 16, 2025 at 8:31 PM
Oh, plaything, what do you think is going to happen to you if you just give in?

Do you think I'm going to brainwash you into being my good, obedient pet?

Do you think I'm going to make you more and more addicted to my words?

What do you want me to do to you, when you give in?
November 16, 2025 at 4:55 PM
“Oh, sweetie, if you keep on looking at me like that, I’m going to have to do something about it…” Your hypnotist was smirking as they sauntered towards you, and you tried to hold your face in a neutral pose. It was difficult. They looked incredible.
November 16, 2025 at 2:02 PM
You were trying to talk to your hypnotist, your hands stuck between your legs, edging your brain away. Finally, after you had been stumbling over your words for a few minutes, each edge making it harder to talk, they interrupted you. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
November 14, 2025 at 4:17 PM
“Awh, plaything… How are you doing? Huh? Is your brain feeling kinda hazy?” It was. Your hypnotist laughed as you nodded, slowly. It was so hard to think. “Oh, I wonder why that is? Do I keep making your brain go pop with arousal?” They tapped your forehead as they said ‘pop’.
November 13, 2025 at 4:01 PM
CW: degradation

“You don’t get to think, silly.” Your hypnotist said, pushing your head back against the bed by a single finger to your forehead. “You’re just a dumb toy. You can barely think when you’re out of trance, never mind when you’re in trance.” They laughed.
November 12, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Your body was being overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that your hypnotist was having you feel. Your hands were moving in a frenzy, stuck between your legs, right until your hypnotist snapped their fingers. “Freeze! Ahh, there you go. Can you feel that? The need? The desire?”
November 11, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Your hypnotist’s voice was winding its way through your empty head. “I need you to understand, toy. You are a toy. You aren’t a person right now. No. You’re just a puppet.” Each word they said pulled you deeper, made their control more powerful. It felt incredible.
November 10, 2025 at 5:58 PM
“Ah, lover, you’re going to need to hold still for this.” Your hypnotist said, casting an eye over you as they reached into their bag. “This -” They pulled their hand out, to reveal a knife, blade gleaming in the dim light. “is very sharp.” They came back closer to you, smiling.
November 9, 2025 at 2:44 PM
“Focus, toy. Focus on me. Focus on the way my words make you feel.” Your hypnotist’s voice was wrapping so softly around your mind. “Every single syllable making more of your mind shut down, as your body relaxes for me. Doesn’t that feel nice? Doesn’t that feel so good?”
November 8, 2025 at 3:23 PM
“Oh sweetie, how long has it been? You look so desperate!” Your hypnotist was laughing at you, teasing you. It had been so long since you had cum. “Come on, keep touching. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you get off…” They leant in, a smirk crossing their lips briefly.
November 7, 2025 at 5:39 PM
“Awh, toy, you’re being so silly.” Your hypnotist said, smirking as you pouted up at them. “You don’t want to think, do you?” You opened your mouth to give a retort, but they placed a finger over your lips. “Shh…” And with that gesture, your thoughts collapsed.
November 6, 2025 at 3:53 PM
The pleasure was reaching a new height, as your hands continued to move between your legs, moving to the tune of your hypnotist’s commands. “Don’t stop, toy. Let your hands guide you into bliss, feel my words pulling you further into trance.”
November 5, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Your hypnotist crouched down to where you were knelt, on the floor, and cooed softly in your year. “Awh, look at you.” They said. You turned, slowly, to look at them, but they pressed a hand to your cheek, and pushed your gaze back to the glass surface in front of you.
November 4, 2025 at 3:19 PM
The world narrowed to a single point. The tip of your hypnotist’s finger, underneath your chin. It was all that was holding you up. All that was keeping your mind from slipping into oblivion. “I know, sweetie. You want to drop for me.” They lowered the finger.
November 3, 2025 at 10:46 PM
Arousal pulsed through you, heady, dense. It took over every thought in your mind. Your partner smirked as they looked up at you from between your legs. A moan of frustration slipped from your lips as they pulled back. They let out a throaty laugh. “Oh no, plaything.”
November 2, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Awh, toy, I know.

I know you want to drop.

I know you want to submit.

I know you want to surrender.

But I have a question for you.

One that I want the answer to.

What are you willing to sacrifice?

Your money?

Your mind?

Your free will?

Choose carefully, toy.
November 2, 2025 at 3:05 PM
“Human, really, are you going to deny me on this, the most important night of the year?” Sinder said, a pleading tone entering their voice.

You turned to look at them. “I said I’d go to a party tonight. I don’t want to go back on that.” You said, turning back to the mirror.
November 1, 2025 at 6:28 PM
You had been feeling… Fuzzy, all day. You had had the day off of work, and so had been on your computer for most of it. But you found yourself drifting off a couple of times, just staring at the screen, a bit brainless. You had chalked it up to a lack of sleep, and carried on.
October 31, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Come here, plaything.

Sit in my lap.

Let me play with your hair.

Brush those silly little thoughts out of your pretty mind.

There we go.

Just bask in my warmth.

Let my control surround you.

It feels so good, doesn't it?

To sink.

To drift.

To drop.

Good toy.
October 30, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Your hypnotist smirked at you, watching your eyelids flutter. “Oh, plaything, I know… You want to drop for me, don’t you?” You really did. Everything felt so hazy, as their words infiltrated your mind. “You want to feel those fuzzy, floaty feelings coalesce into your blank mind.”
October 30, 2025 at 4:29 PM
Your hand was moving of its own accord, trapped between your legs, with no intention to leave. Not that you would have wanted to pull it away. Your hypnotist was smirking. “It’s so easy to give in when it feels this good, isn’t it, pet?” They said, leaning over you on the bed.
October 29, 2025 at 4:43 PM
“Oh, toy, I know that you want to obey.” Your hypnotist said, casting a glance down at you. “You want to be good, don’t you?” They pulled your chin upwards, so that your eyes met theirs. As you began to sink, they kept talking. “It’s just your brain that gets in the way of that.”
October 28, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social

Your hypnotist was very close to you. They had pulled you into them, both of you sat out on the bed. You were facing away from them, as they leant their head on one of your shoulders, tracing a hand gently up your arm. “I want you to get comfortable, pet.”
October 27, 2025 at 3:49 PM
Awh, my good, hypnotised pet.

No, you don't get to come up on the bed.

That's for people.

And you're not a person...

No. You're a pet.

A plaything.

A toy.

So you stay down there, beneath me.

And sink.

Onto your knees.

Into trance.

Deeper.

Good pet.
October 27, 2025 at 1:32 PM