Hypnosis Rp - Blog Posts

I apologize profusely, but I'm but a man, and sometimes I forget this is my general kink blog

Anyone interested in a RP plot revolving around perfume, hypnosis, long hair and, if requested, sneezing, all you'll have to do is react and I'll know you're interested~!✨

I personally think all of those things can be a really nice allergy inducing trigger 🤭

[M4F] and I'm a MASSIVE subject~

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Underrated hypnosis thing: hypnotic perfume.

You’re cuddling with your domme, and she just smells so good that you find yourself being lulled into a trance as she softly whispers suggestions in your ear.

You’re at a party, standing in the corner awkwardly, when a tall, gorgeous woman walks up to you and strikes up a conversation. She’s so pretty and she smells so sweet and you’re so flustered that you don’t even notice as she presses closer to you, forcing you into the corner where the scent of her perfume is even more overwhelming. You don’t even notice as everyone else leaves, leaving you and her alone. You don’t even notice as her words shift from the small talk you’d been making to commands and suggestions, conditioning you into a perfect little plaything for her.

You’re in a department store near closing time, walking past the perfume counter, when one of the saleswomen sprays some perfume right in your face. Unthinkingly, you inhale, and your brain immediately starts to slow down. It’s the loveliest fragrance you’ve ever smelled, sweet and a little floral, with notes of something you can’t quite place. You turn to ask her what it is, but before you can even open your mouth she’s sprayed another puff of the perfume into your face. Your mind goes blank for a moment, overwhelmed by the scent and a sudden wave of lust, and that’s all the opportunity she needs. She sprays out a dozen or so more puffs of the perfume, filling the air with a faint pink cloud. You’ve figured out what’s going on at this point, and you know you should stop breathing it in… but it just smells so good. As she reaches out and runs her hand over your cheek, you inhale sharply… and in that moment you’re lost. Nothing in your head but the sweet, fragrant pink fog swirling around you and the unbearable neediness that makes even the slightest touch an explosion of pleasure. She grabs you by the wrist and leads you out to her car, spritzing you with more of her perfume along the way to make sure you stay docile and pliant. She buckles you into the passenger’s seat (you’re too far gone to do it yourself) and takes a surgical mask and a pair of headphones from the glove compartment. She sprays more perfume into the mask, making sure it’s saturated, and puts it on your face. Then she slips the headphones over your ears. As you drive, you hear the sound of your new mistress’s voice coming through the headphones. You can’t consciously make out any of the words, but that’s ok. Your subconscious is taking them all in. By the time you get to her house, you’re already deeply conditioned to worship and obey her. Come the next morning, you won’t be able to remember a life without her. By the end of the month, you’ll be on a flight with her to a new home where nobody will ever find you— and if she takes advantage of the long flight and close quarters to turn a few other passengers into new adoring slaves, you’ll be right there, already drenched in her special perfume, to help her lure them in.

I mean, just… god.

This, simply

💖 THIS 💖

(more nsfw below)

you know the perfume you’re wearing makes them itchy, but it’s not quite enough to coax out a sneeze and that’s exactly why you’re wearing it. you made sure to run it through your hair and rub it into your neck just for this occasion. you’re riding them. burying your face in their neck and making sure your hair lays across their face, making them breathe in your carefully chosen scent.

their harsh breaths start to catch on the mess building in their nose and their moans become thick with congestion. it’s not long before the sounds coming from their mouth become laced with hitches and laboured breathing.

“hh-hih! hiihh- guhhh…” the tickle subsides, just as you had planned. you know teasing their nose turns both of you on.

“tell me how it feels, baby.” you whisper into their ear, making sure your hair continues whisking around their face and poking their nostrils.

“haahh.. it-it-hh it tickles.”

“show me where.”

they remove their hands from your hips and trace their sinuses up to the bridge of their nose. “all through here. it burns. i want tohh! hihh- hahh! sneeze.”

“why don’t you sneeze then, baby?” you feign confusion, all the while continuing to ride them, eating up their delicious moans and hitches.

“iihh want to.” they grab your hair and press it into their face, breathing in deeply, only to set off another series of hitching, desperate gasps with no happy ending. “i want to so bad. please help me.”

“what if i did… this.” you grab a small piece of your hair and trace their flaring, red nostrils, just barely teasing the inside of their nose. the reaction is immediate and strong. if you keep going they will sneeze. so you stop, pinching their nose shut and letting the mess wet your fingers.

“hih! hih-hih! pl-please! put it back in.” they grab at your hair desperately, trying to put it back in their nose with hands shaking from both pleasure and the burning need to sneeze.

“ah, ah, ah. only i’m allowed to do that.” you grab the stands of hair from their hand and insert them into their nose. “i’m feeling generous today. let’s get those sneezes out of your poor nose.”

“oh-! oh my-hh-hih! hih! hih! i’m going to sn-ihHTTchhiu! tchu!tchu!chu’chu-tch’chu!” you grind down on them with each sneeze and hitch, bringing their body closer to the relief their nose is getting with every sneeze and thrust.

Their sneezing subsides and so does your movement. They whimper and grip your hips as you take the hair back to their nostrils. You’re both going to have fun tonight.