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HypnosFan

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  • My pronouns are..
    she/her

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  • I'm into..
    Ageplay
    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Hyper wetting
    Tickling
    Watersports
    Bondage
    Crossdressing
    Ear play
    Exhibitionism
    Foot play
    Furry
    Humiliation
    Hypnosis
    Master / Pet
    Master / Slave
    Parent and child play
    Pleasure control
    Public humiliation
    Sadism / Masochism
    Spanking
    Stomach bulging

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  1. Interesting. Yeah this isn’t my Ember but still fascinating to hear. Ember wasn’t really into ABDL herself but she plays on a lot of those feelings. Being motherly, being loving in that way, treating you like you are helpless and in need of guidance in away that ends up sweeping you off your feet. That was Embers style. Not exactly omo related but similar mindset to it.
  2. Not as far as I know. She never used her voice once in the entire time we communicated. We communicated exclusively through discord. So I mean my head her voice was something different but I have no idea what her voice actually sounded like. I don't know if she did much hypnosis outside of her work under the Goddess.
  3. Thank you both for the insight! I guess just to me it's just so strange. Like I have nothing against people who enjoy the fetish's they do. I just thought I had a better understanding of where my limits where before this dream. The dream seemed to step past my limits, past the poing where normally I would not be comfortable...but I was okay with that. I just, I guess I am not used to having my thoughts changing so much anymore. I'm not used to having my entire way of thinking shift to such a degree.
  4. Well, it's about time I kept my promise. I said I would talk about Ember, and about my experience with falling under her spell, and I shall. So, without further ado, here is the story of a little cub and an angel. I will never forget how it happened. It was briefly after my initial induction to the group worshiping Amanda. I was a cocky brat, thinking I was entitled to so much more for my hypnotic talents, thinking that I deserved a spot among the absolute most elite of them all, standing as an angel at the side of the goddess. That is when I met her. That is when I learned of my place in the hierarchy. She called me aside with her sweet words, asked me to sit down across from her. She played on my ego, stroked it like a kitten and watched me purr and sing for her. I spoke of how many people I had brought under my thrall like a bounty hunter, moving on from subject to subject constantly searching for that thrill, that challenge, that subject who I would show the depths of mindless bliss to. It had become easy, almost effortless for me. Just a few words, some symbolism, and a vision to put into my subject's mind of some happily ever after I could only assume they craved from the moment they walked through my door. Ember, however, was different. Where most subjects I encountered were easy to read, easy to understand what it is they desired and how to play on them to wrap them around my finger in a spell binding game we played, I could not understand Ember at all. She was aloof when we spoke, unshaken by my subtle attempts at reading her, even going as far as letting me take my chance on her mind only to fail miserably, realizing I had barely scratched the surface. I was in awe of this girl, in awe of her mind, and I craved her. I craved bringing her down under my control and proving my worth. That's when the game changed, when I had lost. Where I was unable to read into her personality, she read mine like a book. She knew the thrill that I sought after well and knew how to make it work to her advantage. I felt that tingle inside, that thrill and rush of adrenaline that came with bringing a subject down into my spell, knowing that they were mine to control and manipulate as I pleased, and turned it around. Suddenly the idea of serving became enticing to me, the idea of being bowed at the knee before her made sense. Within a few sessions I was completely obsessed with pleasing her. I had made her laugh, and she found amusement in my theatrics, and I had found love in her words. Not the kind of love that binds two souls forever but something else. It was warm, like a blanket being swaddled around me. I felt so weak before her so helpless in my attempts at controlling her before, but something about that surrender felt so good. I felt peace that I never knew I could possibly feel, and I came to associate it with being in her presence. The transformation had been complete, and she made sure I never forgot my place again. In her tutelage I learned to surrender my pride, to fully submit to her will and to serve her with every fiber of my being. She told me if I wanted to control, this was the presence I should command over them. She commanded me to soil myself, and after a battle within my own mind I found myself submitting...I remember that first rush as the urine poured down my legs, filling into my panties like a balloon before popping and letting the urine rush down. I remember feeling so hazy, so feverish as the urine rushed down, my knees quivering and shaking so weak as she held my shoulders. I curled my toes into the puddle forming under my feet, feeling them soak in the warm fluid like a sponge. I was embarrassed, but I felt so free doing it. Every step I took felt so light, like I was floating above water, continuing to feel the pressure build and release in my bladder constantly. Imagine peeing, but never being able to stop, all while feeling unable to put your feet down, like you are being lifted up so high all you can do is touch your toes to the ground, feeling so light and feeling this burst of warmth in your chest lifting you up like a hot air balloon. That was what being under Ember's control was like. It was wonderful and strange and arousing all at the same time. I could feel her everywhere I went, and it kept me complacent to her will even when she wasn't talking to me directly. I was her pet, and proudly so.
  5. Personally it is the bit of relief that comes with letting go, the sensation that weight is suddenly falling off as you do it. I like the feeling of my panties getting sticky and wet, pressing into my skin as I do it. It's kind of like taking a warm bath, feeling the water rushing down around you. I like it.
  6. So I had this dream not long ago which really startled and confused me when I had it. It was the hottest dream I think I had ever conceived but it confused me as to why exactly I found it so arousing. I think as far as my omorashi fetish is concerned I am on the lower scale of things. I get aroused watching people pee their pants, mostly when it involves them being hypnotized to do so, watching them stand there mindlessly drooling standing at attention as the urine starts trickling down their legs, waking them up then after to the result. But I personally am not aroused by golden shows or pee drinking or really most things beyond just watching someone just pee themselves and then reap the humiliating result to follow...at least...until this dream. I also do have a mild foot fetish. Similar to my omorashi fetish I am once again on the lower scale of things where I am interested in watching people walk around barefoot, and I like being able to be barefoot myself feeling the carpet brushing against my feet mostly because I love sensory stuff like that, especially in rp. I like being able to interact with and feel the world around me, and I feel we do so much of that through our feet which inspired the fetish. In my dream, both fetishes were dialed up to a higher notch than I normally like and did things I normally like, but the thing is...I didn't hate it one bit. Like I thought I would be less okay with this dream than I was. In the dream I had hypnotized a character from one of my favorite shows, someone who is cocky and sassy and perfect for my tastes in hypnosis. I love taking people so dependent, who can stand perfectly well on their own two feet,and robbing them of that ability with my powers. I had her sitting in a chair across from me, eyes swirling as she waited perfectly for my commands. I told her to put her feet in my lap....and I started grinding against her heel while she just stared at me like a lifeless doll. After a while of doing it I began to pee myself..a big wet patch forming on my panties as the urine pooled in between my crossed legs from my grinding...My subjects heel was dipping into the puddle I made...and suddenly I took hold of her foot, brought it to my face, and started dragging my tongue along it as I shuddered and moaned. It was the most visual dream I'd had in a while but I thought I'd share it here. Is it weird? Am I weird?
  7. Yet another apology for being so disjoined with what I come to talk about whenever I write anything on this page. I started I think like 3 different projects now but Im just not sure which I want to pursue in full, and I have a ton of ideas on the back burner.

    But today I've come to just share a tiny experience. I was up for hours last night working on a project for my job...and I had two yahoos who did absolutely NOTHING to contribute. I did all the work and they essentially just gave a thumbs up to everything before turning it in to the boss.

    So Im working late at my desk, and I really have to pee..I keep telling myself no, that I gotta get the work done. Eventually the pangs faded to just mild annoyances at best...but then I got really sleepy. My eyes hurt so much, they just wanted to close. My whole body was basically begging for me to sleep. I could feel my vision growing more blurry...everything felt so surreal..like I was swimming in the ocean, just half above and below the water....I passed out onto my desk...woke up the next morning in a pool of drool....It took me a bit to readjust to my surroundings again, remember what I was just doing....I found my hand down my pants, my hand sticky and warm...and my panties were completely ruined...one smell and I found myself shuddering hard.

    1. DLJimby98

      Great story! Must have been quite the pleasant thing to wake up to after a hard work day!

    2. HypnosFan

      It was. Probably like the only thing about that day that was even marginally positive. Just waking up feeling so soothed and relaxed it was wonderful.

  8. Before I share this small idea I had I just wanted to apologize for my sporadic behavior as of late with writing on this site. I feel really guilty for not being a more active member of this community. I want to do so much more, write and do so much more with being a part of the omo community, even more so as part of the hypnosis community. You guys have no idea how much I appreciate all the feedback and everything you guys send me for my stories, and I want to do something to show my graditude for it, I just never know quite how I wanna do it. In the meantime however I did want to share a dream I had not long ago!

    In my dream I wake up in this strange looking room, with my supposed boyfriend next to me.  I don't know how or where this idea came from but I liked the idea very much in concept, and I love being in either position here. I have this evil evil smirk on my face as I roll over to the dresser on my side of the bed, where I grab a video game controller. With the controller I make my boyfriend get out of bed, and start walking around the room in a robotic manner, with stiff limbs and staccato movements.  It was great as someone with a big hypnosis/control kink...but the part that I am sure others will enjoy...with one push of a button I could make him get extra hard. I could make him pitch a tent with one, and then with another...I could start the water works. I watched as those light gray briefs began to darken and watch the yellow waterfalls begin pouring down his legs. 

    Ever since then I have had dreams switching the positions...where I would wake up in that body not knowing why I wet myself....or sometimes I would be with a girl doing the same over. Would you guys like to see a story like the kind of stuff I've written before?

    1. SoggyShorts

      First, you owe no apology. I've been a participant here for a looooong time and people come and go as they please. No obligation, only aspiration. 

      That said, yes, I would be interested in that story. I love the idea that I could hand control to someone I trust and have them make me wet my shorts (gotta livr up to my username, right?) at their singular will. 

      It sounds super hot! 

    2. HypnosFan

      Thank you so much. I just am so grateful for everything you all do for me, from the comments and more. I feel like I should, no..I want to do something to say thank you all for everything you all do.

      And I will definitely get work shopping something then hehe.

  9. Ive somehow managed to wet myself 4 consecutive times in one night, likely in no small part due to the heat out here. I like to sleep in, like a lot. Its part of my hypnosis fetish along with my natural tendencies to just pee myself rather than actually get up. Sleep rules! But anyway, I woke up like 4 times this morning, each time by a desire to pee. And each time, like hitting snooze on an alarm clock, I just sunk myself back into my meditation and felt the warm urine course down my leg as my consciousness faded back into slumber.  I was dry by the morning, and nothing smelt particularly out of the ordinary. I could always blame it on sweat.  I sleep in my panties, and I never change them after waking up. So I proudly walked around town today in panties I wet 4 times in one morning. I kept imagining I was parading around with a big obvious stain, like I was hypnotized to be relieved of all inhibitions. Look out world!

  10. Had another little accident today. I keep having them whenever its hot. I get all these trippy dreams of hypnosis. Someone starts talking, and suddenly the world around me starts to get all wavey, and I start feeling all hot and bothered, panting like a dog as I just moan and nod along to my controller, and suddenly....I wake up to the reality of wetness. Is it possible these aren't dreams? Or am I simply being hypnotized by my own thoughts?

  11. Hows it going everyone? It's been a hot minute since I last visited this site, or at least to this kind of capacity. Something I do apologize for. I have been spending some time here with my family, and it has been amazing to get to do. But of course, I have not for a moment forgotten my true roots in this fetish and others. It's been harder to share in the experiences of it, but I have had so many dreams and little ideas of things to write about when I return.

    I had a dream the night prior of a microchip that got put on my head that took full control of my body. I had to watch as nothing more than a passenger to my own body as I walked out on stage like a robot with my staggered motions before I popped a squat on stage, my skirt lifting up to reveal my white and pink stripped underwear as I soil myself. 

    I woke up feeling so warm that morning I ended up wetting my bed a little. Good thing I've gotten so used to hiding it. 

    Only a few more weeks to go before I return. I'll see you all then.

    1. saturnius12

      This is very cute :3

    2. HypnosFan

      Thank you hehe. 

  12. Ey gang! Sorry for the extended delay between responses. I am currently going up to visit my folks for a bit, which means getting to responses and such on here might be a little harder for me to do (What with nosey parents as well as with spotty internet) but I wanted to at least post a little something that I've been drumming up in the mean time. I hope you will all enjoy it! Here is chapter 1 of a story I intend on continuing. Sam stood before the wooden door, her hand trembling slightly as she raised it to knock. Sam took a deep breath, steadying herself, and then rapped her knuckles gently against the door. A soft click sounded, followed by the door slowly swinging open. Ember stood there, a serene smile gracing her lips. Her warm brown eyes seemed to hold a depth of understanding that instantly put Sam at ease. She wore a flowing robe, its vibrant colors reminiscent of a sunset, and her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. "Sam," Ember greeted, her voice a soothing melody. "It's wonderful to see you. Please come in." Sam stepped across the threshold, her eyes momentarily glancing at the tranquil surroundings of Ember's office. Soft light spilled from the windows, casting gentle shadows on the room's cozy furniture and book-lined shelves. The air held a hint of calming incense, mingling with the comforting scent of chamomile. Taking a seat on a plush armchair, Sam fidgeted with her hands in her lap. A wave of anxiousness and nerves overcame her, her words tumbling in her mind like leaves caught in a gentle breeze. She closes her eyes, remembering what Ember had taught her in her last session. She took a deep breath, held it, and released it to distill the violent maelstrom of her thoughts. Finally, she mustered the courage to speak. "I’m…I’m s-sorry for coming here on such short notice. I just-. I-It’s been happening a lot more lately. I don’t quite know why. I just don’t feel quite like myself anymore." Sam said, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. Ember crossed one leg over the other as she stirred her tea with a metal spoon. The sound of the spoon hitting the bottom of the small cup hung in the air as Sam’s shoulders continued to drop down. “I was wondering if, Maybe you could take me under again. Maybe look inside my head, see if something is there.” Ember's expression softened, and she placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, her touch gentle and grounding. “Of Course Sam. I would be delighted to be able to help you. How about we start…right…now” As her hand made contact, a faint warmth seemed to radiate through Sam's body, spreading from the point of contact and gradually enveloping her. Time seemed to slow, the room fading into a distant blur. Sam’s eyes glazed over before rolling to a close as her head fell forward. Ember smiles, leaning back into her chair slowly as Sam leans back into her chair, her chin touching into her collar bone as she drifts into an even deeper trance. Ember’s eyes wander over Sam’s figure, falling briefly onto the bright blue jeans she wore. Only, they were not quite bright anymore. “This aught to be fun.” Ember says with a wide smile.
  13. Ok I am sorry I haven't really posted anything on here in a while. I have a super fun story in the works that I plan on writing up for here soon. Its just been a little busy these past few days. But today I have a story to share with you guys that I thought was pretty funny.

    So I was on the phone with an old friend of mine. We haven't spoken in a few months so we were just catching up. I kinda play therapist a little with him but of course not to the point of actual advise. Im his open ear to vent to. So he was talking to me about this nice family sushi night he went out to. He asked me then "Do you know what Omorashi is?" To which I replied of course that its a fetish focused around peeing, to which my poor naive friend said I was dead wrong and that that was the name of the sushi. 

    So I didn't correct him. I let him keep going talking about how amazing the sushi was, how much he loved it, how much he wanted more of it, and how he just couldn't get enough of the Omorashi. 

    So at the end of him doing so when I was absolutely rolling on the floor, practically peeing myself because of how funny this whole situation was I told him that I was right, and that Omorashi is a pee fetish. He took a few minutes to look it up, came back to me realizing the sushi he was talking about was Omakase. He told me "We shall never speak of this again."

    So thanks buddy. I gotta do another load of laundry now because of you.

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    2. HypnosFan

      I have absolutely no idea. Maybe from me talking about how much I love the fetish cause I do have a few good friends I do talk to about it because they are super chill about it. He's not particularly one of them but I dunno. There are ways in which he could have confused it.

    3. scinosensation

      So your friend had omakase and gave you omorashi?😁👹

    4. SoggyShorts

      This reminds me of the night that Tony Curtis appeared on The Graham Norton Show . . .

      Tony was talking about facelifts, and inadvertently called botox "bolox". 

      Graham said to him, "I think you mean botox.  You can get bo-locks, but I don't think it'll be what you're expecting."

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