On her way home from celebrating a big victory, Galaxy Girl begins to sense there is something wrong.

Did you know that smell is one of the easiest senses to hallucinate? Belinda does.

”Or maybe it was the ship of Theseus- Janine seeing how many little pieces of her she could replace until she fundamentally just wasn’t the same person anymore.”

Prompt: “Normal hypnotherapy uncovers a person’s dark hypnokinky past that was previously erased via intense memory play.” Clara needs help with her newest patient.

A first date.

She had asked me to break her.

If Ginger was a switch we’d all be dead.

Resistance Play

If he could just get the song out of his head, maybe he’d have a chance.

As long as she didn’t focus on it, it would write the story for her. Through her. Using her.

It’s a nice day to start again.

For as long as she could remember, Deidre had longed for self-annhilation.

Curtain up on a handsome young man attending university in the 90s. How is Brandon able to be so confident on stage but so awkward when trying to flirt?

Matt meets a cute young woman at the hypnosis convention. Excellent- fresh meat.

Maribella grows increasingly devoted to her computer.

Intelligence Play Dialogue

Alyssa has a crush on her classmate Jiyeon. She’s getting desperate.

Destiny and her Mistress play a guessing game.

Just two gals being pals.

Lila could admit it. She was kind of a brat. But Sean? He was worse. He was a fucking troll.

“Tonight wasn’t the night to give in”, he told himself. “Not yet.”

Bri had always considered themselves a bad hypnotic subject.

Original prompt: “A an attractive but arrogant supermarket shopper refuses to wear a mask. A nearby hypnotist decides to take a stand for public health.” I didn’t do exactly this because the plotbunny hopped another way- I hope you still like!

Prompt: “Aliens make first contact and you’re the only one on earth who can speak to them, but they can only speak to you by mind controlling you and using your body as a proxy.”

Escapist hypnofantasy involving wholesome ownership and brainwashing. (The author was tired and needed someone to take care of her- so she wrote someone to do it.)

Audrey owes Nia a story. Why can’t she write it?

Someone asked me about my teenage hypnosis fantasies. They looked like this.

“You’re breathing faster, sure. You’re sweating. But- I don’t think that’s about fear. Not with you. Not entirely, at least. In fact, I think,” the woman leaned over to whisper in her ear, “the fear just makes it better.”