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Dusk, of Twisted Desire~
- Joined
- Mar 24, 2025
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Below you'll find a few plots that focus around Hypnosis. Some are more hypnosis forward than others, and like always all plots are subject to change & you are welcome to add to or change them if it means it's a better fit for you.
You Failed in Rehab, but Maybe A Hypnotherapist Can Save You From Yourself..
You Gave Your Body to a Married Man & His Wife Found Out... But She's Into It.
A Post Apocalyptic Means of Survival: To Continue Running or Join the Lords' Harem of Wives..
One of Earths Mightiest Heroes... Reduced Down Into a Statuesque Stereotype~
A Once in a Lifetime Oppertunity to Interview and Document the Residents of Honeycomb Haven..
$1,000 Per Week to Trial Run a New Therapy Method? You Couldn't Sign Up Any Faster!
If any of these plots catch your eye, feel free to PM me to discuss them! Likewise, if anythin from my Request Thread catches your eye, I'd be happy to discuss those as well~
- Pairings: MxFxF, MxTFxF, MxTFxTF (non-binary people welcome as well)
- I can usually reply at least Once Per Day, but if I'm really into a plot it'll be more
- I usually write between 200-1000 words per reply, usually hovering around the middle of that
- You can find my primary thread with more info & more posts Over Here
You Failed in Rehab, but Maybe A Hypnotherapist Can Save You From Yourself..
Without question, this was the absolute last shot you had at getting your life back on track. Vices of varying power and addictiveness have been your downfall your entire life, be it nicotine, alcohol, sex/porn, and even hard drugs, you were such a young and beautiful woman whose life was spiraling out of control fast. You tried rehab multiple times, but it never worked for you. You'd be mostly good on the inside, and once you got out you always felt like you'd be better this time... But it always ended the same way. Your family and friends were struggling to continue supporting you, but they also could not continue to enable you as they have for so many years now. Their one last hope was having you sent to Dr. Carson McCarthy, a psychologist who is most famous for being seen as a true, bonafide hypnotherapist. Was it still seen as an unconventional and taboo method?? Absolutely. But at the end of the day, your friends and loved ones were willing to try just about any type of therapy if it meant you had a chance of freeing yourselves from the shackles of your vices, and finally going on to live a live that you deserved...
But of course, no man would wield the power to hypnotize and not use it for personal gain... at least a little. Perhaps Dr. McCarthy sees you as both patient and prey, working double duty to both fix you and sculpt you into something perfect for him, and him alone. In the end when all is said and done, you may very well be finally be fixed of your conditions... But it'll come at the cost of who you truly are a person... You'll be boiled down and reshaped to match his exact tastes and desires... his perfect creation, his pawn, his new wife.
But of course, no man would wield the power to hypnotize and not use it for personal gain... at least a little. Perhaps Dr. McCarthy sees you as both patient and prey, working double duty to both fix you and sculpt you into something perfect for him, and him alone. In the end when all is said and done, you may very well be finally be fixed of your conditions... But it'll come at the cost of who you truly are a person... You'll be boiled down and reshaped to match his exact tastes and desires... his perfect creation, his pawn, his new wife.
You Gave Your Body to a Married Man & His Wife Found Out... But She's Into It.
A big part of you was deeply ashamed by it, and of course you knew how awful it was... But at the end of the day when you were locked in a hotel room with him, it was all worth it. Every Friday night, as someone who despite being in college still lived at home with their parents, you had to cook up a new story as to where you were going that evening and who you'd be going with. You had been a trustworthy and responsible woman your entire life, and in spite of your parents overprotection of you, ultimately they never found a reason not to trust you or the stories you came up with. One week it would be that you're going up to Maine with Abby & her family, the next that you & a few friends are going camping upstate, and your parents never doubted you for a second. Now, think of how mortified they'd be if they knew you were driving into the city and willingly allowing a man who is married to take advantage of you and your beautiful body.
Yes, you always knew it was wrong to be messing around with a marriage, but ever since you two met online in a BDSM forum, you clicked like soulmates. You both connected and bonded over the kinks and desires you both shared, and it all changed when he asked if you would like to meet up with him at a hotel "to have some fun". That first in person encounter between you two was 6 months ago now, and it's been the best 6 months of your entire life with him.
Tonight was set to be no different. You packed a new slutty little dress and lingerie that he bought for you into a backpack, and took it with you as you told your parents that you had to go stay with Casey for a few days since her boyfriend had just dumped her. And from there, you drove right back into the city and into the parking garage of the Ritz-Carlton hotel that you've been to every week, and made your way up to the room he had texted to you. You got in and quickly prepared yourself for his arrival: hanging into the lingerie with the dress overtop, managing to handcuff your own hands behind your back, and sinking down to your knees with your face on the carpet and your plump ass high in the air by the front door, presenting yourself for him as you so loved to do...
But when the hotel door finally opened, he was not alone.
Marching in alongside him was his wife, a woman who was of course beautiful, but also quite angry. She grabbed a handful of your hair and dragged you to the suite's living room area, throwing you onto the couch. She reprimnded mostly you for daring to step in on a marriage, especially for as long ad you've been doing it. It was only now that you felt horribly about all of it, and you promised her that if they just removed the handcuffs that you'd go home and never so much as look in her husbands direction again. But shockingly, as both she and he smirked, she refused your proposal to leave. No... Not only was he going to have fun with you, but she would be as well... Sure, she was mad at first, but then she got to thinking: why can't they keep you around as their shared little play thing? Maybe even train you to be perfect for them, and eventually move you into their home where you can serve them 24/7? That sounded lovely to them both, even if it takes some "convincing" for you to accept your place beneath them...
Yes, you always knew it was wrong to be messing around with a marriage, but ever since you two met online in a BDSM forum, you clicked like soulmates. You both connected and bonded over the kinks and desires you both shared, and it all changed when he asked if you would like to meet up with him at a hotel "to have some fun". That first in person encounter between you two was 6 months ago now, and it's been the best 6 months of your entire life with him.
Tonight was set to be no different. You packed a new slutty little dress and lingerie that he bought for you into a backpack, and took it with you as you told your parents that you had to go stay with Casey for a few days since her boyfriend had just dumped her. And from there, you drove right back into the city and into the parking garage of the Ritz-Carlton hotel that you've been to every week, and made your way up to the room he had texted to you. You got in and quickly prepared yourself for his arrival: hanging into the lingerie with the dress overtop, managing to handcuff your own hands behind your back, and sinking down to your knees with your face on the carpet and your plump ass high in the air by the front door, presenting yourself for him as you so loved to do...
But when the hotel door finally opened, he was not alone.
Marching in alongside him was his wife, a woman who was of course beautiful, but also quite angry. She grabbed a handful of your hair and dragged you to the suite's living room area, throwing you onto the couch. She reprimnded mostly you for daring to step in on a marriage, especially for as long ad you've been doing it. It was only now that you felt horribly about all of it, and you promised her that if they just removed the handcuffs that you'd go home and never so much as look in her husbands direction again. But shockingly, as both she and he smirked, she refused your proposal to leave. No... Not only was he going to have fun with you, but she would be as well... Sure, she was mad at first, but then she got to thinking: why can't they keep you around as their shared little play thing? Maybe even train you to be perfect for them, and eventually move you into their home where you can serve them 24/7? That sounded lovely to them both, even if it takes some "convincing" for you to accept your place beneath them...
A Post Apocalyptic Means of Survival: To Continue Running or Join the Lords' Harem of Wives..
When you visualize about a "global apocalyptic event" in your head, you don't truly get a sense for just how quickly everything around you goes to shit. One day you're on a date with the man or woman of your dreams, sharing stories and sipping wine over a plate of penne ala vodka, and 3 days later 50% of the global population is already dead, all world governments have crumbled, and the entire planet has devolved rapidly into a lawless wasteland where it's basically "kill or get killed". Day 1 is when the government could no longer hide the zombie virus outbreak from the public eye, day 2 thousands upon thousands were dying and/or being turned by the minute, and day 3 nothing you once knew exists anymore. If you have a gun, you'll wish you had 7 more, and nobody truly knows who around them they can trust. Neighbors are killing neighbors just out of pure panic, factions big and small are being made and cannibalized alll around the planet.
And then, after just 7 days, less than .001% of the worlds original 8 billion estimated people are alive. The number of zombies greatly outnumbers the people left alive, and it has truly become hell on earth. The most shocking development in the fallout of the "end times" was that even in a zombie outbreak, women seemed to be disproportionately wiped out. If there are less than 8,000,000 adult people left on Earth in total, maybe 1/100th of those alive are women.
Six Months Later...
For just two people out on the run in this wasteland of a world, you and your partner have done fairly well surviving on your own... But it feels like your luck is finally running out. They took a bullet to the knee two days ago, and it seems like it's gotten infected. The two of you are basically hobbled by their limited ability to move, and despite them practically begging you to leave them behind to save yourself, you just won't do it. However, even you know that if you don't make it to an established camp for some help soon, they will likely die, and you'll truly be alone. And so, you both make the grueling journey 7 miles due north across the border into what once was Maine, and wind up approaching the front gate of a decently sized community named "The New World". Neither of you knew much about this place, but the scarce reviews you did have were mixed. Some said it was the closest to "organized life" you're gonna find in the northeastern US, others said their leader, a man named Kenneth Page who had dubbed himself "The Lord of The New World" is a man to keep a close eye on. The kind of man who makes you watch your back, who makes you sleep with one eye open. You two didn't have a second option, so you had to make the journey up to the gate, a 20 foot high set of doors with a 25 foot high wall made of logs, scrap metal welded together, barbed wire, and various traps for zombies extending out for at least a mile or two, curving inward in both directions. As you approach the gate, two armed snipers in watch towers on either side take aim, made apparent by he red laser dots on your foreheads. The gate slowly opens after a few seconds, and the two of you are surrounded by 8 armed men wearing a combination of military and riot police equipment. Walking over from behind them is The Lords' right hand man: Ezekiel Swanson. A man with a background in the military in his mid 40's, but has a bum knee from Afghanistan, thus he needs a cane to assist his walking. Don't be fooled by his impairment however, he can still throw a right hook that'll knock just about anyone out cold. He gives both of you a judgemental look over before ordering you two to be separated: your partner to the medical ward, and you to the "Temporary Imprisonment Building" until you can be questioned. You being a woman is certainly noteworthy, which is why Ezekiel radios back to Kenneth Page about his latest finding, and questions how you should be handled. Kenneth says Ezekiel vet you, and then he himself will come down and have a chat with you.
Inevitably, you are going to be given a proposition: your partner will receive treatment and will survive their infection, but only if you agree to marry Kenneth Page. If you refuse, which you'll have every right to do, then both of you will be escorted out of The New World and left to fend for yourselves with what little time alive your partner has...
And then, after just 7 days, less than .001% of the worlds original 8 billion estimated people are alive. The number of zombies greatly outnumbers the people left alive, and it has truly become hell on earth. The most shocking development in the fallout of the "end times" was that even in a zombie outbreak, women seemed to be disproportionately wiped out. If there are less than 8,000,000 adult people left on Earth in total, maybe 1/100th of those alive are women.
Six Months Later...
For just two people out on the run in this wasteland of a world, you and your partner have done fairly well surviving on your own... But it feels like your luck is finally running out. They took a bullet to the knee two days ago, and it seems like it's gotten infected. The two of you are basically hobbled by their limited ability to move, and despite them practically begging you to leave them behind to save yourself, you just won't do it. However, even you know that if you don't make it to an established camp for some help soon, they will likely die, and you'll truly be alone. And so, you both make the grueling journey 7 miles due north across the border into what once was Maine, and wind up approaching the front gate of a decently sized community named "The New World". Neither of you knew much about this place, but the scarce reviews you did have were mixed. Some said it was the closest to "organized life" you're gonna find in the northeastern US, others said their leader, a man named Kenneth Page who had dubbed himself "The Lord of The New World" is a man to keep a close eye on. The kind of man who makes you watch your back, who makes you sleep with one eye open. You two didn't have a second option, so you had to make the journey up to the gate, a 20 foot high set of doors with a 25 foot high wall made of logs, scrap metal welded together, barbed wire, and various traps for zombies extending out for at least a mile or two, curving inward in both directions. As you approach the gate, two armed snipers in watch towers on either side take aim, made apparent by he red laser dots on your foreheads. The gate slowly opens after a few seconds, and the two of you are surrounded by 8 armed men wearing a combination of military and riot police equipment. Walking over from behind them is The Lords' right hand man: Ezekiel Swanson. A man with a background in the military in his mid 40's, but has a bum knee from Afghanistan, thus he needs a cane to assist his walking. Don't be fooled by his impairment however, he can still throw a right hook that'll knock just about anyone out cold. He gives both of you a judgemental look over before ordering you two to be separated: your partner to the medical ward, and you to the "Temporary Imprisonment Building" until you can be questioned. You being a woman is certainly noteworthy, which is why Ezekiel radios back to Kenneth Page about his latest finding, and questions how you should be handled. Kenneth says Ezekiel vet you, and then he himself will come down and have a chat with you.
Inevitably, you are going to be given a proposition: your partner will receive treatment and will survive their infection, but only if you agree to marry Kenneth Page. If you refuse, which you'll have every right to do, then both of you will be escorted out of The New World and left to fend for yourselves with what little time alive your partner has...
One of Earths Mightiest Heroes... Reduced Down Into a Statuesque Stereotype~
(Bonus points if you make a custom hero for this plot, but you dont have to do so)
In a universe full of both heroes and villains who wield the power to dismantle governments and shatter planets to their core, She was able to stand out even amongst them. From her ironclad will to her unwaivering loyalty to the people of Earth, she was a beacon of light on even the darkest of days... The one tiny glimmer of hope that people could look towards and believe in even when it looked like the end was near. Humanity was always saved in the end, and she has always played an enormous part in making sure it remained safe. But today, things are much different for our beloved hero...
Instead of residing in her mountainside lair, or flying around the world looking for villains to stomp or natural disasters to squash, our beloved hero... has been captured. It all happened so fast, but one second she was flying over a dormant volcano, and the next she was swarmed by dozens of these bizarre robots. They could all fly, wielded 4 arms each, and they were able to absorb her punches better than most villains could. The worst part is that their fists had tiny spikes on them that, when they made contact with her body, injected her with small amounts of solar dust, a substance obtained from within a sun or large star that is extremely toxic to many powered individuals. Now, our hero could fight through some level of poisoning, even from solar dust, but with every minute that the fight with these flying robots raged on, more and more punches were landed on her, and the amount of poison in her body increased. Her movements soon became sluggish, and her vision was beginning to blur. She of course kept fighting and faught until she no longer could, where she eventually blacked out and fell in a heap to the ground below. Once she was subdued, the robots that she was not able to destroy carried her unconscious body off, taking her from Earth and off to a secret base hidden on pluto, the dwarf of the solar system. Pluto is wher man nicknamed "The Domesticator" resides, haivng his entire lair cloaked to pretty much all super enhanced forms of vision. His robots brought Her to him, and placed her unconscious body inside of a large pod that looks like a cryostasis chamber. The Domesticator attaches a dozen sensors to Her body, as well as an IV just in case, before sealing the pod shut and watching as a viscous pink fluid is pumped inside... Quickly filling the space around Her, until she is floating in the liquid and it has completely filled the pod. Fortunately the hero is able to breathe in the liquid, as foreign to her as it is, but perhaps that is part of the mysterious liquids design...
The next thing She knows, our hero is waking up in a much different situation than what she remembered. She woke up ready to throw punches, but could immediately tell that something was very, very wrong. She wasn't even restrained, but she also wasn't wearing clothes or her uniform, and she was actually within a large bedroom full of pastel pink furnishings and accessories. It looked and felt like a dollhouse around her, and she knew it was wrong. She tried to knock the door down, something that normally would be very simple for her... but it wouldn't budge. No matter how hard the punched, kicked, or threw her bodyweight into the door, it didn't budge once. Our hero was confused... Was the door this strong? or had her powers been nullified? She tried to do the same to the walls and windows, but they wouldn't break either. She deduced that something about the room is likely blocking her power, which means she'd need to figure out a new way to free herself...
That is, before her Master shows up...
(She's in a sort of trance world where she will be slowly trained to be timid, docile, subservient, and obedient to men. Thinking sort of stepford wife or unwaivering slave, but open to diferent ideas.)
In a universe full of both heroes and villains who wield the power to dismantle governments and shatter planets to their core, She was able to stand out even amongst them. From her ironclad will to her unwaivering loyalty to the people of Earth, she was a beacon of light on even the darkest of days... The one tiny glimmer of hope that people could look towards and believe in even when it looked like the end was near. Humanity was always saved in the end, and she has always played an enormous part in making sure it remained safe. But today, things are much different for our beloved hero...
Instead of residing in her mountainside lair, or flying around the world looking for villains to stomp or natural disasters to squash, our beloved hero... has been captured. It all happened so fast, but one second she was flying over a dormant volcano, and the next she was swarmed by dozens of these bizarre robots. They could all fly, wielded 4 arms each, and they were able to absorb her punches better than most villains could. The worst part is that their fists had tiny spikes on them that, when they made contact with her body, injected her with small amounts of solar dust, a substance obtained from within a sun or large star that is extremely toxic to many powered individuals. Now, our hero could fight through some level of poisoning, even from solar dust, but with every minute that the fight with these flying robots raged on, more and more punches were landed on her, and the amount of poison in her body increased. Her movements soon became sluggish, and her vision was beginning to blur. She of course kept fighting and faught until she no longer could, where she eventually blacked out and fell in a heap to the ground below. Once she was subdued, the robots that she was not able to destroy carried her unconscious body off, taking her from Earth and off to a secret base hidden on pluto, the dwarf of the solar system. Pluto is wher man nicknamed "The Domesticator" resides, haivng his entire lair cloaked to pretty much all super enhanced forms of vision. His robots brought Her to him, and placed her unconscious body inside of a large pod that looks like a cryostasis chamber. The Domesticator attaches a dozen sensors to Her body, as well as an IV just in case, before sealing the pod shut and watching as a viscous pink fluid is pumped inside... Quickly filling the space around Her, until she is floating in the liquid and it has completely filled the pod. Fortunately the hero is able to breathe in the liquid, as foreign to her as it is, but perhaps that is part of the mysterious liquids design...
The next thing She knows, our hero is waking up in a much different situation than what she remembered. She woke up ready to throw punches, but could immediately tell that something was very, very wrong. She wasn't even restrained, but she also wasn't wearing clothes or her uniform, and she was actually within a large bedroom full of pastel pink furnishings and accessories. It looked and felt like a dollhouse around her, and she knew it was wrong. She tried to knock the door down, something that normally would be very simple for her... but it wouldn't budge. No matter how hard the punched, kicked, or threw her bodyweight into the door, it didn't budge once. Our hero was confused... Was the door this strong? or had her powers been nullified? She tried to do the same to the walls and windows, but they wouldn't break either. She deduced that something about the room is likely blocking her power, which means she'd need to figure out a new way to free herself...
That is, before her Master shows up...
(She's in a sort of trance world where she will be slowly trained to be timid, docile, subservient, and obedient to men. Thinking sort of stepford wife or unwaivering slave, but open to diferent ideas.)
A Once in a Lifetime Oppertunity to Interview and Document the Residents of Honeycomb Haven..
The life of a plucky young reporter is a grueling one. It's a cutthroat industry full of other writers and reporters who would trample their own grandmother if it meant they could get a scoop or a store before anyone else. There have even been instances of reporters getting to crime scenes to document horrific murders and assaults before police arrive, which obviously would cause outrage among the police and many others. However, you were at least trying to be an ethical reporter, not chasing bloodshed and crime, instead trying to document the good in the world and uplifting stories. Sadly, positivity doesn't quite pay the bills like bloodshed and negativity do, which is why you currently life t your aunts house in her renovated basement. It's certainly not what you dreamed of growing up, but it's better than being homeless or selling out for cash.
However, you just received an email that was going to change your life forever.
It was from your boss, and truthfully you expected it to be her saying that you were being let go. But fortunately, it was the complete opposite: you were hand picked to fly out to Montana & interview members of Honeycomb Haven, a pseudo "cult" like group out on a large plot of land there. They lived in the middle of a thick forest area, primarily living off of what they could grow or hunt, almost completely detached from modern society. They do have electricity and internet, but their use of it is severely limited due to "wanting to avoid the corruption brought on by modern social media platforms". Honeycomb Haven has had some controversy in recent years, with relatives of existing members coming out to publicly claim that the cult takes and keeps people against their will, indoctrinating them with harsh methods of torment and brainwashing until they accept the Honeycomb way of life. It has been hard for these families to have their claims verified though, as no existing member of Honeycomb, even the family members they claim to be brainwashed, are openly defiant of the notion that the Honeycomb members have tortured or harmed them. According to your boss, the leader of this group, a woman who goes by the title of "Mother" named Amanda, has personally requested you to be the one who does a full interview of Honeycomb members, and Mother Amanda herself. Allegedly you were chosen because Mother admired your positive look on life & how you wrote like you weren't just hunting negativity. And so tomorrow morning, you have a flight out to Montana to spend 4 days with Honeycomb Haven... A trip that you almost certainly won't forget, because you'll be a very special member of the cult before it is time to leave...
However, you just received an email that was going to change your life forever.
It was from your boss, and truthfully you expected it to be her saying that you were being let go. But fortunately, it was the complete opposite: you were hand picked to fly out to Montana & interview members of Honeycomb Haven, a pseudo "cult" like group out on a large plot of land there. They lived in the middle of a thick forest area, primarily living off of what they could grow or hunt, almost completely detached from modern society. They do have electricity and internet, but their use of it is severely limited due to "wanting to avoid the corruption brought on by modern social media platforms". Honeycomb Haven has had some controversy in recent years, with relatives of existing members coming out to publicly claim that the cult takes and keeps people against their will, indoctrinating them with harsh methods of torment and brainwashing until they accept the Honeycomb way of life. It has been hard for these families to have their claims verified though, as no existing member of Honeycomb, even the family members they claim to be brainwashed, are openly defiant of the notion that the Honeycomb members have tortured or harmed them. According to your boss, the leader of this group, a woman who goes by the title of "Mother" named Amanda, has personally requested you to be the one who does a full interview of Honeycomb members, and Mother Amanda herself. Allegedly you were chosen because Mother admired your positive look on life & how you wrote like you weren't just hunting negativity. And so tomorrow morning, you have a flight out to Montana to spend 4 days with Honeycomb Haven... A trip that you almost certainly won't forget, because you'll be a very special member of the cult before it is time to leave...
$1,000 Per Week to Trial Run a New Therapy Method? You Couldn't Sign Up Any Faster!
As a college student just trying to get by, you often found yourself looking for additional little odd jobs you could do for extra cash during the limited free time that you do actually have. Usually it was never anything more than dog walking for a few families in a neighborhood, but on this one ordinary day, you found an oppertunity that paid extremely well and sounded fairly simple for you to complete. It was a medical company called Bimble, who was looking for female participants who would be willing to partake in a multi-week trial of a new therapy method they are looking to work on. It would mostly involve sound and visual stimulants, according to the ad for it, but all you really cared about was the big "$1,000 per week payment" included in the post. 2 therapy sessions a week for an hour each, and you make a grand?? You'd be a fool not to apply...
The next day, you received a call from a woman named Bambi who was calling on behalf of Bimble, letting you know that you had been selected to participate in their therapy trial. She told you that your days to come in would be Tuesday at 5:00pm and Friday at 5:00pm, just to keep things uniform. You'd have to move around a shift at starbucks because of it, but for the money they were offering, you'd be more than happy to do that.
(A plot for those of you familiar with Bambi Sleep~)
The next day, you received a call from a woman named Bambi who was calling on behalf of Bimble, letting you know that you had been selected to participate in their therapy trial. She told you that your days to come in would be Tuesday at 5:00pm and Friday at 5:00pm, just to keep things uniform. You'd have to move around a shift at starbucks because of it, but for the money they were offering, you'd be more than happy to do that.
(A plot for those of you familiar with Bambi Sleep~)
If any of these plots catch your eye, feel free to PM me to discuss them! Likewise, if anythin from my Request Thread catches your eye, I'd be happy to discuss those as well~