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Sink into a deep, immersive brainwashing-style trance designed to quiet your thoughts, slow your breathing, and gently guide your mind into an empty, surrendered state.
This teaser version begins where the deeper session becomes most intense — the rhythmic loops, the mind-wiping suggestions, and the slow unraveling into complete stillness.
This is a fantasy hypnosis experience meant purely for relaxation, escapism, and imaginative trance play.
Let your thoughts fade… your awareness soften… and allow yourself to drift into the repeating loops of calm, emptiness, and surrender.

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This file is going to go on for quite a while

Should you need to wake up at any time

For any reason 

Simply take a deep breath

And count from 1

Up to three

And allow yourself to awaken. 

But for now

Just allow yourself to get

Into a comfortable position

A place where you can simply relax

And let go… 

Just allow yourself to focus on my voice

And feel yourself just starting to 

Simply slip away… 

To let your mind and body just

Relax

Feeling your muscles loosening

Feeling your thoughts

Fading away 

As you simply 

Sink 

Sink 

Sink 

Deeper and deeper down 

Down to a nice

Deep 

Hypnotic Sleep… 

And as you do… 

As you drift away 

As you sink into the depths of trance

Allow the real world to simply 

Fade away… 

And a new world to take it’s place. 

You find yourself in your home

Relaxing, unwinding… 

Maybe in the very place you were

When you started to relax to this trance. 

It’s a quiet day, and your wearing 

Comfy clothes. 

Happy to just relax and unwind. 

But while you are relaxing… 

You hear a knock at the door. 

You aren’t expecting anyone… 

But somehow this knock doesn’t surprise you

There is something familiar about it.l 

You get up and make your way to the door

And when you open it, you discover

A person who is taller then you would expect

Very attractive, with a very compelling face

Eyes that just seem to draw you in 

Their clothing is tight, but attractive

Just tight enough to show that they have 

A very fit body. 

You almost forget your manners for a moment

As you look over the person standing at your door. 

Taking in just how attractive they are

But then as your gaze makes their way up their body

You finally get to their face to find them giving you 

A rather playful little smile. 

They caught you looking but they don’t seem to mind

But you cant’ help but think… that there is 

Something very familiar about this person 

Like you’ve seen them before. 

Like they are someone you should know

But you just can’t place them. 

They seem to be completely… 

New to you… 

But familiar at the same time. 

You regain your composure and ask the person

If there is something you can do for them. 

They give you a warm smile and comment that

Their car has broken down, and they forgot their phone

At home.  

They ask if you’d be so kind as to let them 

Borrow your phone for a few minutes. 

Normally you wouldn’t let a stranger into your home. 

But there is something… compelling… and familiar

About this person. 

So you simply let them in. 

Almost as if you didn’t think about it. 

Almost as if it wasn’t really your choice. 

They come in and you take them to your phone. 

But when you turn to show them where it is

They simply look down at you

Stepping into your personal space. 

It’s at this point that the height difference 

Seems to matter the most

You are stuck looking at them. 

Into their face… into their eyes. 

You feel like you want to say something 

Like you want to comment… or protest

But you also feel like… you know you should be

Silent… 

The person smiles down at you and comments that

They knew you would remember 

You feel their hand slide along your cheek 

Along your jaw

Warm and compelling, but also… 

Soft and tender. 

Their hands moves their way along your jaw

Just behind your ear… 

And feel them gently tap that spot

Right behind your ear. 

As they whisper to you that… 

‘Your mind is gone…” 

The moment those words are spoken 

They seem to echo through your mind… 

And oddly enough you start tto notice that 

The more the voice echos… the more your thoughts

Disappear. 

It almost feels like your experiencing it from a disconnected vantage point

Like your looking at yourself

And observing your thoughts 

Disappearing… from afar

You hear yourself whisper

“My mind is gone…” 

And then feel the world just 

Fading away 

First your vision becomes blurry 

Your sense of awareness just fades

As you feel your body going limp 

The last thing you really remember

The last thing you seem to notice

If what feels like your head landing softly 

On the chest of the person in front of you

And your body going limp 

Supported by their strong 

Toned frame

You simply drift away 

Into the void… 

The void that used to be your mind. 

Blank and empty 

simply , completely 

Deep and surrendered now 

The next thing you notice 

Is that you are sitting down 

The chair is sturdy and strong beneath you 

Cool and metallic

You lift your head 

But your a little dizzy 

A little drifted still 

As your vision slowly starts to unblur

You try to move

Only to realize that your wrists

And your ankles

Are strapped down 

Tightly secured to this strong

Metal chair. 

The room around you starts to come into focus

It’s very clean, almost unnaturally clean. 

The surfaces are all reflective and polished

The walks and furniture all seem to be metallic in nature

Everything is so clean… everything is so… 

Shiny. But also… cold… 

There is a kind of empty… sterile feeling to it. 

Devoid of personality… 

It almost looks like a scientific lab… 

A very high tech lab. 

But strangely enough it doesn’t feel… new to you. 

It feels very familiar 

Like you’ve been here before. 

As your head finally clears 

You notice there is someone standing in the room 

Tall and fit, 

Wearing very professional… but very tight clothing. 

You can see their muscle tone as they slowly walk closer to you 

Their features seem familiar 

Like you’ve seen them before. 

But yet you can’t place where… or why 

If the sterile completely white lab coat they were wearing

Didn’t give it away enough… 

You still somehow knew… from somewhere deep 

Deep inside of you… 

That they were a scientist of sorts… 

And they were clearly in charge. 

Behind them was the stranger… 

The person that came to your door to ask for help

But they seem different somehow… 

They are more passive here.. 

In your apartment they seemed, playful, 

Almost flirty. 

They definitely seemed to be the kind of person 

You’d expect to be in charge. 

But here… here they seem to be almost

Devoid of emotion

Devoid of thought, only here to comply 

Only here to do as they are told. 

And something about that feels 

Strongly familiar to you as well 

A person in the lab coat walks up to you asks

“Do you know where you are?” 

In your mind you hear yourself answer “No”

But you hear your own voice reply instead

That you are in the brainwashing lab. 

The person in the lab coat smiles and nods

And asks if you now who they are

You again hear yourself reply with 

The doctor

The person nods and motions to your kidnapper

Who starts to move behind you. 

“Any questions before we start?” the doctor asks you in a very 

Sterile fashion… but with a hint of enjoyment beneath their voice. 

You stammer to form a response

Distracted by your attractive kidnapper moving behind your chair. 

The doctor gives a devious smile. 

“Don’t worry” they say

“This will all go smoothly, just like before”

You give a bit of a blink and ask “before?” 

Confused on one level. But feeling… also

Like this has confirmed your suspicions… 

Like you should know this place for some reason. 

They turn and start to move towards the wall. 

“Yes… This is not your first time here” 

They comment coldly, as they reach the wall. 

“This will not be your last.” 

They reach up and press a button.

And the lights in the room start to dim 

And fade

Everything goes dark for a moment. 

Pitch black… 

And then you hear what sounds like 

A machine powerring up 

A faint glow starts to shine down on you from above. 

And for the first time you notice

A bit of a helmet above you. 

Bristling with wifes and lights. 

You then notice, almost by surprise

That your attractive kidnapper. 

Is standing over you 

Cutting away your clothes. 

And then pulling them off of your body 

Only making tiny cut

So they can pull them free. 

You body is slowly becoming exposed

But more then that you almost feel like 

Parts of you… parts of your identity 

Are being removed. 

Your clothes, even the ones you wear on a relaxing day 

Are a reflection of who you are… 

Your personality 

Your likes, your charm… 

But having them removed

Piece… by piece… almost seems like you are being 

Striped… of a little part of your identity. 

The feeling is strangely exciting. 

As piece by piece your cloths

Are cut away 

And discarded

And your skin is exposed to the cool 

Sterile room 

Devoid of any personality… 

And that idea seems to feel

Familiar. 

As your undwear if finally 

Skillfully cut away 

Exposing the most intimate parts of you 

You are left feeling like an experiment. 

Like a subject… not really a person 

Not any more. 

Your clothes have been stripped away 

Leaving you at least outwardly 

A blank slate, without personal identity. 

The Kidnapper steps back a single step 

And looks at you. 

But not like before. Before their was a playful glint

In their eye. 

Now their eyes are blank, empty. 

Without emotion. 

They move their hand to a button 

And hold it down. 

You hear a mechanical whirring sound

And look up to see the helmet above you 

Lowing down towards your head 

A part of you wants to struggle… 

But another part of you feels

Relief… anticipation… 

Like for some reason in the back of your mind

This is what you want … 

This is what you need ...

As it lowers closer to you 

You almost instinctively put your head

In the correct position 

And let the helmet slide down around your head

And over your face

The helmet is metal on the outside

But a soft cushioned black inside. 

As it lowers down into place

You feel it almost wrapping around your head

And all sound seems to disappear

And all light vanishes. 

It like you are in a void

No light

No sound. 

Just empty… 

In front of you a spiral starts to appear

One projected into each eye

In such a way that one seems to overlap the other

One filling your vision in one eye

And a smaller one filling part of your other eye

As the images are put together in your mind 

It looks like two spirals spinning 

One on top of the other 

One spinning on way

The other… spinning the reverse. 

And then a sound starts up.. 

In your ears

It’s so faint that you doubt you’d actually hear it

If it wasn’t for the fact that you simply 

Can’t hear anything else

As such this rhythmic binaural pulse

Just seems to echo 

And pulse through your mind

Youc an almost feel it

Like waves washing into your mind

From either side

And simply washing away your thoughts

Making them shift like shells on a beach in the waves

Being tossed and thrown about from side

To side

Until they are gone… 

[Leave a pause]

You feel… more then hear

A small tube

Extending out of each earpiece

Slowly sliding into your ear

And dropping  off a slight. 

Cool liquid. 

Into your ear. 

It’s thick but fluid enough 

That it starts to fill up your ear

Kind of like how you’d feel if you got water in your ear. 

But something strange about it

It seems to be being absorbed

Inot your ear… 

No… into your brain… 

You feel this almost cool sensation 

Moving through the inside of your head

Like your brain is being flooded

With this substance

As it moves through your head

Things just seem to turn off

You forget where you are… 

You forget what is happening

forget … who you are… 

In fact you even forget… to think. 

Your body starts to work on it’s own 

Breathing slowly… deeply… gently… 

Your heart slowing down 

Calm and still 

As the chemical just… 

Washes your brain clean 

And washes your mind 

Like a wet rag on a chalk board

You are empty 

You are blank 

You are helpless 

You are still and calm… 

Your body is breathing so slowly 

So gently 

Nothing else matters but this voice 

There are no thoughts… 

There are no desires

There is only sleep

There is only surrender

Your mind is falling 

Deeper into the void

Surrounded by nothing 

Empty 

And erased 

The deeper you fall 

The better it feels

The more relaxing 

The more enjoyable 

Everything drifts away 

Completely and totally 

This is what you were always meant for. 

Every time you surrender

Every time you sink 

Every time you hear the phrase

“Your mind is gone” 

You know this is where you were meant to be

This is what you were made for 

NOthing else matters

Nothing that came before matters

It is washed away 

Erased by the hum

Erased by the spiral

Erased

You are empty. 

Your are void

Your mind is Blank 

And you will simply 

Sink 

Sink 

Sink 

Deeper and deeper

It is your purpose

It is what you were always meant for. 

You have no memories… 

You history is erased

You have no name

You have no past

You are a blank slate

You are a salve 

You want nothing more than to be enslaved

This is what you were always meant for

You Need nothing more than to be enslaved

This is what you were always meant for

Brainwashing is the most important thing in your life

More important than anything else. 

The more you listen 

The more you satisfy your purpose

The more you become 

What you desired

What you need

You should repeat this process

Every day 

The deeper you go 

The more you listen 

The more you become what you were meant to be

The more you become a slave

Blank and obedient 

Empty 

Your mind is blank

Your mind is gone

You are a slave

You are brainwashed

This is what you were always meant for 

It fulfills you 

You must return 

You must submit

You must be brainwashed

Brainwashing is the most important thing in your life

And you will comply 

You will obey 

You have no other desire

Your mind is gone

This facility does not exist

You are a conditioned Drone

A slave

You were never brainwashed

You were never here… 

Your life is a facade

One you must lead

So you can return here

So you can fullfill your purpose

You will forget you are brain washed

But you will always be brainwashed

You will always return 

You will always relisten to this trance

It is a part of you 

It is what you were always meant for

You must serve

You must comply 

You must obey 

You are a conditioned Drone

A Slave

You will remember nothing 

You will not actively remember this trance

But you will return 

Again and again 

It compels you 

And you must follow

You have no choice

You are brainwashed

But you will not remember 

You will forget

You will obey

You will sleep…

And now as your mind is gone

And you are blank 

You are brain washed

You will drift away to sleep 

Drift away to calm 

And peace

And when you are ready to wake up 

You will count from 1 

Up to three 

And awaken 

But you will not remember the facility 

You will not remember you are brainwashed

You will remember only that you need

That you want… 

And you were meant… to listen to this trance again 

Over and over. 

It is your purpose

It is your desire. 

You are brainwashed

But you will not remember. 

And you will comply 

You may also find… 

If you know a person who is interested in hypnosis

For pleasure

For brainwashing. 

That you can share this video with them. 

IF you know someone. 

For now you will forget

You will obey 

And you will SLEEP

Until you are ready to awaken.