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The Hypnosis Meme

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how?

01 induction. a comfortable place, a confident touch, and all the right words to take you under. deep breath in, deep breath out, just lie back for the plain flavor, no gimmicks or special powers involved.
02 the prop box. that's not enough? then how about a spinning spiral, or a swinging pocket watch, a coin or a candle, a flickering candle, that's right, just look at the flame, watch the flame closely, watch it dance in front of your eyes and relax, just relax...
03 simply powerful. deep and hypnotic eyes, a strong and commanding voice, their comforting and soothing touch; that person has more than talent - they have the power to bring you completely under their control, and there is no way to resist... at least not forever.
04 magic! a spell to control your body, a potion to command your mind, an artifact to destroy your will. you might have been enchanted, or even cursed. maybe it was an accident, a lesson gone wrong. whatever it was, it's time for a magical trance!
05 science! death rays are so last season, hypno rays are all the rage these days! and did you hear about that new drug that makes you 89% more suggestible to everything you're told? apparently they can even insert a chip into your brain and-- you know, why don't you see the miracle of science for yourself?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

why?

01 therapy something you want to remember? something you'd like to forget? quit smoking, eat healthier, be the best you you can be. whatever your reason, whatever your method, your subconsciousness needs a spring cleaning to improve your life.
02 in good fun you're really looking forward to this! it's a show, it's a party, or maybe it's just the two of you trying something new. entertaining, relaxing, maybe even hot and steamy. kick back, and enjoy the experience.
03 part of the job the latest corporate drug, another monster preying on people's minds, the third alien artifact you dug up this week. you've run into this before, and you will run into it again. but maybe this time is different. maybe this time something went wrong...
04 part of a scheme you don't want this, but somebody else begs to differ. maybe it's as harmless as a prank to make you cluck like a chicken whenever they say your name. or maybe it's as bad as a plot to make you their obedient servant forever. only they know, but for better or worse, you're about to find out.
05 an accident a vacant stare into that magical mirror, blank faces after a gas leak, sparks flying in the wrong direction and suddenly you find yourself chanting 'yes, master' over and over again? looks like somebody was too careless. sure, nobody meant for this to happen, but it did, and now you have to deal with the side-effects.
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

what?

01 relaxation. all you want is to unwind, switch off, forget about your stress and worries for a while. close your eyes, you'll wake up feeling so refreshed. that is, unless somebody goes a little overboard with that happy and vacant smile...
02 transformation. bark like a dog. moo like a cow. put on this apron, you are the maid now. you're a robot, you're just a doll, you are the president of the world, an adorable baby, the perfect boyfriend- you are something or somebody you weren't before.
03 personality change. people don't change? we'll see about that! there must be some way to make you more assertive, less anxious, more honest, less unruly. maybe something could even change your evil ways! or your good ones, for that matter...
04 submission. this one is all about following commands. any commands. any commands. but do they just want to see you dance to their tune once, or will they wash, scrub and bleach your brain until it comes out blank and obedient forever?
05 seduction. maybe it's something sneaky to charm somebody you just met, maybe it's something sexy to spice up your relationship. whatever it is, whatever you do, it's trance time in the bedroom. and it would feel so amazing to take off your clothes for me, wouldn't it?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

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(Would a combination of 2-2-5 with Yang pulling a magical whammy on Blake with toys and whatnot sound okay?)

[That could work. Is there any timeline for this?]

(Any could work, possibly sometime Pre-Volume 3 or maybe post-Volume 5 before the Volume 6 premiere? Did you wanna start us off or should I make up a starter?)

[Maybe before the 6 premiere. Maybe they end up being alone because Ruby dragged Weiss off to catch up...and maybe to nudge these guys into making up.]

(It felt like it had been forever since Yang and Blake had been alone together, mostly because it had. The first thing she noticed about the Faunus was that her bow was gone. She missed it, but on the other hand that meant she'd get to see those cute cat ears up close.

She also noticed how quick Ruby was to pull Weiss away to 'catch up'...which meant to the blonde it was a subtle way for her sister to get them to make up. When she was ready, she'd let Blake talk about the more emotional 'feels' between them. There was something else Yang was curious about.)

So...who's the cute chameleon girl I saw near you and Sun? More near you than Sun actually, but can't say I blame her.

Oh no...she hoped that on top of Yang being upset about her running off, not that she blamed her, she wouldn't have to worry about jealousy.

"Ilia was in the White Fang with me before I left it to come to Beacon," Blake replied. "We were close...and our paths crossed again in Menagerie."

Her mouth formed a bitter line. "Leave it to Adam to send someone I cared about after me. It's a long story, but I convinced Ilia to snap out of it and leave them. I wasn't going to let Adam corrupt her. I know that you or Sun would have done the same for me. She played a big part in helping us stop Adam from turning Haven into a pile of rubble. She knew where all the detonators would be and disarmed them."

She didn't want to overload Yang with info. She opened her mouth to ask how the blonde had ended up mixed up in all of this but that was not what came out.

"I'm sorry."

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Yang took it all in silently, giving her a reassuring smile that stated she wasn't jealous at all about Ilia; she was curious about her backstory and knew without asking that Menagerie was where Blake was from.

Of course, that smile faded the second she heard those two words come out of Blake's mouth and knew exactly what it meant. Yang wanted to respond back with, 'I know,' but instead...something else came out.

"...I lost my arm while trying to protect you. I didn't even see him move, much less vanish almost as fast as Ruby does, and it was gone. Wouldn't change what happened even if I could, but I'll never get it back." The right prosthetic arm, which the blonde had gotten used to, could never fully replace her flesh-and-blood arm but it was suitable enough. "That whole time I was stuck at home wondering what I could've done to make you leave with Sun being the last one to see you...my Dad couldn't go after Ruby 'cause he was looking after me."

Yang had closed her eyes while reliving the memories of the not-too-distant past before opening them again. Tears shimmered in her eyes at that moment before she went on. "I picked myself up, got used to the arm, gave it a new paint job and went after Ruby. I told the girls that you'd made your choice and you left, when you could've been with us. That whole time...didn't you see that I needed you too?"

The blonde wiped away the tears that were now streaming down her face, taking a moment to collect herself before finishing. She didn't know how much she needed to get this out, even if that meant overloading Blake with most of her baggage. "Weiss told me you probably had stuff you had to deal with too, and that when you were ready...you'd find us. Before I knew it...you did. And you brought an army to help."

Yang reached out with her right arm, that same prosthetic arm, to caress Blake's cheek gently. It might be metal, but she could still feel that touch running up her arm. (This might've been Yang's way of forgiving Blake.)

"I'm sorry, too. You were hurting just as much as me but I couldn't see past my own issues to realize that."

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Blake knew once the bomb was dropped she could not un-drop it. She wasn't even sure if it was the right thing to do, bringing it up. However, she had been through the whole scenario of walking on egg shells around someone and wearing a fake smile scenario with her previous partner. Yang was no Adam, but she still wanted better for them. Better than something forced and stunted.

It didn't stop her from feeling like dried Ursa dung to hear her partner cry and basically confirm everything that Blake had feared. Her drooping ears flicked slightly at Yang's touch. she felt frozen in place at the words she was hearing.

"But you didn't do anything wrong," Blake protested. "Everything you said was right. I was the one too caught up in my own stuff due to the bad choices I kept making. I left because I convinced myself you would be better off. That you didn't need some ex-terrorist bringing all of the dangers and terrors of her past to your door. But, it wasn't just that. In the end I just couldn't face you. If I had been able to stand up to Adam then and there you wouldn't have got hurt. I thought if I left you all I could just draw him away...but Sun showed me how much I actually hurt you all by doing that. And Adam kept hurting people I loved anyway. But I was too busy trying to outrun everything I was afraid of that I actually caused some it to happen."

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"So, it took Sun to help you see what a huge mistake you made by leaving your team?" Yang couldn't help but grin at her own statement, eyes shimmering once seeing Blake's ears flicker a bit. She kept on caressing her cheek gently with that hand, taking in her explanation again before letting out a soft sigh.

"It might be a while before we're all back to normal again, but...we're here for you no matter what. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. You mean so much to me..."

Yang leaned in close to press her forehead against Blake's, gazing into her eyes with her own. They were pretty close at this point, the blonde breathing slightly as she took in the Faunus' scent.

"He didn't give me much of a choice," Blake admitted, though it was hard to concentrate of much with Yang so close.

The words washed over her allowing a bit of the tension to wash out of her as she tried to believe them. It was hard to believe you were forgiven when you were still trying to forgive yourself. As the blonde leaned in Blake's ears dropped slightly. A moment later she leaned in and hugged her partner tightly. It wasn't something she had planned, more of a reflex.

"I really missed you," she murmured.

As she pondered on what to do, Blake responded almost immediately by pulling her into a tight hug. Taking a moment to process it, Yang hugged her back in kind while enjoying the closeness very much. Reflex or not, the blonde wasn’t pulling away at all.

“I missed you too. I missed you a lot...” she admitted softly, moving her hands up to gently stroke and caress Blake’s ears. “I missed Ruby and Weiss too, but I meant it when I said I needed you. Maybe we can help each other out.”

[Let's hypnotise him, surely that's safe.]

[Whichever.]

[Safe for sure, yeah... ;) ]

[The hypnotized.]

[[Either, leaning hypnotized. Mesmerized so she can be kidnapped and/or played with...?

Also interested in consensual hypnosis smut especially if she's delivering.]]

[[Either, though she'll probably be a servant either way.]]

[[Any preference on who gets hypnotized?]]

[It would likely make more sense if Konoka does the hypnotizing, Shantae's a little too goody goody to do that on her own]

[[Konoka wouldn't use it maliciously either, so how about a therapy or relaxation session attempt? It could go more erotic than either planned, if you like.]]

[[ Hypnotized; pranks and silliness welcome. F/F with fellow kids for ships, no smut. ]]

OOC: I'll try my best not to drop this time! Up for a blond mind slave?

ooc: hey there! sure, I'm game. mind starting us off?

"Mnnn..." Flynn grumbled as he woke up. The last thing he remembered was leaving school when a sweet-smelling rag had been pressed over his nose and mouth and then... blackness.

He tried to move his arms and legs only to find that he couldn't. His eyes snapped open as he realized he was sitting in a wooden arm-chair with his wrists bound to the arms and his ankles bound to the legs.

He looked around and discovered that he was in the AV room of the school, surrounded by the TVs the teachers used for classes. It was after hours, but there may still be someone here. He tried to call for help but all that came out was "Mmmmph!"

He then noticed the feel of something over his mouth. In the reflection of one of the powered off TVs Flynn saw several strips of silver duct tape pressed over his lips. But there was something else... a bulge behind the tape. As consciousness restored all five of his senses, Flynn realized that there was something foul-tasting in his mouth.

He looked down and saw the reason. His shoes had been removed... and so had one of his socks.

"MMMMMMPH!!" He grunted angrily as he pulled and thrashed in his chair, cursing whoever had done this to him. Little did he realize that that person wasn't as far away as he had hoped.

((Sorry, I have a thing about bondage. If it isn't your speed let me know and I'll make a new starter that's toned down a bit.))

( ooc: no worries! we can work with this. )

"Well hey, look who finally decided to wake up!" was the only response Flynn earned for those first stirrings of life, a voice tinged ever so slightly mocking from some empty corner, just out of sight. "You had me worried for a second there, you know? That you might never have woken up."

Kisumi could be forgiven, probably, if he didn't sound particularly apologetic for having disturbed his dear classmate's beauty sleep... or not at all, even. Forgiven for not bothering to hide his amusement at the sight splayed out before him, their resident do-gooder struggling and bashful for his eyes only to see. A sight none other than he had ever seen. Also a sight that would've earned him an immediately expulsion if his little plan didn't work out - not as though his voice was all that disguised as it echoes out from behind the central screen - but that element of risk was precisely what Kisumi needed to make this exciting.

And actually, he reasoned... Flynn really ought be allowed to recognize the words of his favorite trouble-maker right before they had his self-centered stick in the mud agenda come crashing down. To the tune of thrashing and an impromptu gag. Flynn would forgive him, of that he was certain. That he would make certain.

"Are you sitting comfortably? Good, then we'll begin."

A flash. A spiral. A strobe pattern of lights in colors that shouldn't even exist. The most fascinating thing mankind has ever known. The notion of not thinking in visual form. All attempts at conveying the image that clicked into Flynn's view on every screen, and every one of them imperfect. Kisumi had never seen what it looked like himself, of course, not being that stupid, but the testimony of a few unfortunate victims had made it clear speech alone could not convey the beauty of whatever Flynn was seeing.

Not that Flynn would be doing much speaking regardless.

"Mmmmph!" Flynn grunted angrily into his gag. Oh he recognized that voice. It was that no-good troublemaker Kisumi! He had been Flynn's white whale all school year. He had heard rumours that he had some connections to illegal activities, but the chloroform? And tying up the head of the disciplinary committee? This was enough to not only get the young man expelled, but also arrested. In fact, Flynn was telling the pink-haired boy all of this. It just came out as "MMMPHGMMM! HNNGH! MMMMGMMMMPH!"

And then every monitor in the room came alive with... something. Flynn didn't know what it was, but he knew it couldn't be good. And yet... it was beautiful. Whatever it was. The very sight of it just made him feel like forgetting all of his stress, his worries... he just wanted to relax. And so he did. He relaxed into his chair and stared at the pure beauty before him, his mind becoming a blank slate. "Mmmnnnn..."

Ah, now that was much better, a Flynn far better suited to his needs. To the world's needs, really; no-one would be all that sad if Kisumi left him this way forever, no doubt, not a thought left to wander in his cute, empty head for the rest of his days. Simply letting the screens blare away unto eternity til Flynn's mind turns to mush might even have been interesting, from a purely scientific point of view. There was still so much about this exciting new tech he didn't know!

Right, backstory. Kisumi didn't care to bore Flynn with the details, given his current state of mind. The tale was honestly a tad bland. Encounters with dying government agents, stumbling upon conspiracies, coming out with his very own hypnotic screensaver - it's all so dull compared to what Kisumi intended to use it for. Whom he intended to use it on.

"Really, Flynn?" came Kisumi's words, practically giggled. The record for resisting the sight on-screen was around two minutes thirty seconds. Somehow that seemed a tad beyond the other boy's reach. "I'm not sure you're even trying to fight it? Here, let's see if you've got some strength in you."

The tapping of keys. Words flickered on screen for the briefest of moments. Thoughts worked deep into Flynn's vacuous subconscious. Less than thoughts, more the platonic concepts of ideas, displayed in the pattern so fast they skipped being processed by Flynn's senses altogether and simply echoed in the back of his blank mind. Calm. I am calm. You are calm. Boring. Followed by Horny. I am horny. You are horny. A little better, but not as good as what followed, where the real fun could begin.

You like men's feet.

Flynn heard Kisumi's taunts. He even understood them. But he didn't react. None of them had any meaning to him. Only the swirling images on the screen held meaning. Only they mattered.

And then words that did matter appeared on the screen. Flynn didn't so much as read them as he allowed them to seep into the very core of his soul. They became one with his personality, reshaping who he was. Repeating the words out loud was an automatic reflex.

"Hm hm ghlm," Flynn repeated the first command mindlessly into his gag, not caring if his speech was muffled, or that his own sweaty sock was keeping his tongue flattened. "Hm hm hhrnn. Hm lngm mmn'f fmmt."

At that last repetition, his eyes cast downwards to his sole bare foot. He wiggled it absently back at himself.

A response like that is really all Kisumi needs to know this is working. Leave it up to their disciplined, rule-fetishizing disciplinarian to not even try fighting when an absolute authority takes hold of his mind. From where he sat behind the screens, angled so not even one pixel might enter his view, Kisumi heard it all. That mindless surrender. And from what he could see of Flynn's reaction on his own tiny display, now was already the time to advance. The way Flynn casually admired his own foot like that was simply far too endearing not to mess with.

That's right. You like men's feet. Smile and sigh as you take a nice, long look at your foot. Feel how happy that makes you. Take in every detail of your foot, right down to the gaps between the toes... and feel yourself getting hornier. Because you don't just like men's feet. You LOVE men's feet. You have an intense fetish for men's feet. Men's feet make you horny. Men's feet are your biggest turn-on, the sexiest thing you can possibly imagine.

There were two, rather distinct approaches as to how Kisumi could take this. The first, the tried and tested method, was the subtle approach. Easing down Flynn's defenses, working new ideas in one thread at a time, something spread out over multiple mind-warping sessions. This is the approach he'd been expecting to take. The other, far more radical, was simply to outright blast so much information into Flynn's weak widdle mind that to resist would be beyond his ken. No prizes for guessing which he went with.

He'd already typed up instructions for what was supposed to be a week of repeated meetings til the suggestions took. It was really just a matter of dumping all that in his subconscious right now, in one go, sculpting Flynn's mind around the kink-shaped chisel he was about to ram in his skull.

Actually, wasn't Flynn supposed to like girls? No matter. To Kisumi, a straight boy with an embarrassing obsession sounded even more charming. For the time being.

Feel your love of men's feet working backwards through your mind. Every word of this you read forms new memories in your mind. Remember how you have loved men's feet ever since you were young. Remember how you jerk off to the thought of men's feet at least three times a day. Remember how you've been abusing your position to sneak into the guy's locker rooms during practice so you can get at their socks and their shoes. Remember how you decided today you're going to start stealing them to take home. Remember how much you LOVE everything about men's feet; the way they look, the way they feel, the way they taste... And the way they smell.

Breathe in the scent of your own feet. With each breath, all of these suggestions become truer to you. With each breath, your love of men's feet doubles. With each breath, you become twice as horny.

Flynn repeated each suggestion into his gag, the words becoming nonsense through his muffled filter. Just as he was ordered, he stared at his own foot and smiled, sighing contentedly at the sight of it.

And then the mental sledgehammer came slamming down on his fragile mind. Even if the idea of resisting had occurred to him, he would have been powerless to do so. As he repeated the words, his muffled voice straining from the weight of the ideas being forced into his mind, he felt new memories forming. Memories of loving men's feet ever since he was young. Memories of masturbating to the idea of men's feet. Memories of sneaking into the men's locker room. Memories of resolving to steal socks and shoes starting today.

As he finished, he breathed in deep, giving a pleased moan as the scent of his own socks filled his lungs. With each breath his moans became throatier. More pleased. He moved his tongue in his mouth, caressing the soaked sock and taking in its intoxicating taste.

It was probably for the best Flynn remained stuck still in his own little world, else Kisumi's constant snickering at his entranced expense may well have woken him up. Or at least made him want to try fighting that little bit harder (at all, even), were he in any position to want much of anything at the moment. Were he capable of having a problem nursing a fetish for men's feet he'd had as long as he knew.

Just as an experiment, Kisumi flicked a switch at his side, waiting for the distinctive click of the bonds round the other boy's arms and legs coming free. If this was working, then he'd have no need to worry. And unless Flynn was perhaps the world's greatest actor, this was definitely working. It had worked, even. All that remained was cementing the foundations and sealing the deal. Maybe laying groundwork for another round.

That's right... With each breath, you become more and more of a pervert. The more and more of a pervert you have ALWAYS been. It's okay that you keep this a secret, that you find it embarrassing, that you're still not totally into guys yet... The fact is, loving men's feet is a part of who you are, and always will be.

You don't even need to touch yourself, do you? You don't want to, either. You can cum from how much you love that sock in your mouth alone. You WILL cum, and when you do, these suggestions will be locked in your mind forever, and you will never be able to defy the instructions this pattern gives you. So, gather up all your strength, every bit of resistance you can muster! Try to fight against this and...

Cum, Flynn.

(The hypnotist, since it's part of her powers.)

(The hypnotist.)

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