How I Got Into the Not-So-Weird Hypnokink: My Inspirations

There’s a moment — and you felt it too — when you see something on screen, and your breath breaks. Your mind goes quiet. You’re watching a scene… but part of you is inside it. You’re feeling it. Almost like parts of your body are feeling amd oviing exactly as...those.

That moment hit my awareness (since my unawareness hit me younger, but more about this later) the first time I watched Jennifer Hart get hypnotized in Hart to Hart, the “Harts and Diamonds” episode. More exactly, the (in)famous, well-known clip on YT, since I wasn't even born when it first aired.

When I was an early teen and I was staring at a beautiful woman, elegant, clever — slowly losing herself under the influence of a cold voice, fakely gentle, and a glittering cascade of diamonds. Her eyes go soft, yet focused. Her speech slows. It doesn't take anyone to tell us...her will disappers (but we like it get repeated quite some times, during the episode, eheheh 😈

And all I could think was: What if that were me? what if I were the one holding the diamond?

Yes, while I was born as a switch, I am not anymore. Actually, I usually liked to enjoy myself on some "low-quality" more traditional hypnosis porn contents, mostly with male subs, but that clip..it felt different. More fictional and more real at once, for some reason.

It wasn’t my first encounter with hypnosis, considered my studies, but it was the first time it stirred something visceral in me. A hunger. An idea. A path.

Around the same time, I noticed similar scenes hiding in childhood media.

Poison Ivy, from Batman and beyond — whispering to Superman, drugging his mind with pheromones, turning him from savior to servant.

Or Ivy coiling around Batman’s resistance like a vine, until his mind just melts. She never screamed. She didn’t threaten.

She simply spoke. Softly.

"Be a good boy now."

And he obeyed.

Like you.

And then there was Kim Possible — bright, stylized, but sprinkled with brainwashing plots and robotic mind-control. Scenes where characters froze, obeyed, or forgot who they were. Guys, who could ever forget of that Sheego and her skinsuit, dronified under that villain...any knows the name of that guy ?

It was supposed to be a kid’s show. But to me, it was a primer.

Each of these moments — Jennifer Hart’s surrender, Ivy’s seductive domination, the cartoonish blank stares of reprogrammed teens — boomed something inside me.

I didn’t want to just watch.

I wanted to be that voice. That knowledge. That control. That command.

I wanted to become the one who whispers past your thoughts, melts your resistance, rewrites your instincts — until the words “Good pet” make something inside you ache to obey.

That’s what Miss Mey is.

Not just a name. Not just a persona.

A mirror of those earliest fantasies.

And a promise:

You might come here curious. But if you listen long enough…

you won’t remember how to think without me.

(oh yeah, actually my fantasies started way earlier, but I was not aware of them, All I knew was that I LOVED to play hypnosis plot roleplays with other children...the role of the enthraller, mostly, obviusly. But this is for another story..)

You all guys, which have been the fateful fictions/experiences who lead you to desperately crave losing your will and made you lucky to find Mistress Mey to make that real ?

Right about it, my new file "You Have No Will", evergreen but sounding utter and powerful, as I like it, is under construction...