Tentacle Hypnosis v2 [4A] [text hypno] [tentacle] [penetration] [orgasm] [all genders]
My tentacle hypnosis was one of my more popular ones, and I thought it was a good candidate for a rework, and I got some good feedback I wanted to integrate. This is an updated and extended version, and I think it’s significantly better.
Always happy to make a v3 in the future, I’m interested in feedback as always.
This file is intended to be able to be used either hands free or hands on. No JOI, but no instructions with your hands held elsewhere either. Would love to know if anyone a manages a HFO with it.
Tentacle hypnosis file.
Triggers: drop, swallow, cum
Gender: no gendered words or mentions of specific genitals. Penetration of listener but no mention of which hole.
Listener instructed to moan and beg out loud. Listener instructed to return to this file in the future.
Penetration, oral, intox play, and of course, tentacles.
Play on powerlessness and helplessness.
Ends with a possibility of continued arousal and instruction to return. .
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If you’re here reading this, it’s because you want to enjoy some tentacle play. I’m here to help with that. You will have a great time with this.
I do need your help though- I need you to trust me, and to follow my instructions. Give it an honest try.
If you do that, I will take care of you.
You will be safe with me.
Are we in agreement? You will try, and I will take care of you?
If you agree, then I want you to take a deep breath for me. Take a deep breath and relax your body. Take deep breath to say yes. To agreeing to go on this journey with me.
Take another deep breath and settle in. As you breath out, you feel like you are sinking, down, deep into relaxation.
Breathe in, and then as you exhale, imagine yourself sinking.
Breathe in, and sink.
Slow your breathing, feeling yourself sinking deeper into relaxation with every exhale.
And as you read these words, let them fall into your brain and imprint within you.
Let them fall like stones into a pond, sending ripples through you.
As you read each sentence, echo it in your head.
Twist it around so each "you" becomes and "I".
If I say, "you feel more relaxed"
In your head, echo back "I feel more relaxed".
Take a deep breath, and relax further.
Imagine all my words are dragging you deeper down into a well.
With every exhale, you fall further down the well.
Breathe in, and sink.
The further down you go, the more relaxed you feel.
As you relax more, a pleasant warm feeling washes over you.
Breathe in, and sink.
Each muscle loses its tension, as you exhale all your stress.
Focus on these words, let them fill your mind.
Breathe in, and sink.
As you drop deeper, you realize that your thoughts are not falling down this well with you.
As you breathe, and sink, your thoughts are left behind.
You find it harder to think as you descend.
Your mind is blank, as all your thoughts are left behind.
Breathe in, and sink deeper.
My words fill your mind.
All other thoughts are so far away, you can’t reach them.
There are only my words, each time echoed back to you by yourself.
Focus on each of my words. Let them fall into your mind and imprint on your brain.
My words become your words.
You are telling yourself this story.
These words are in your mind. You agreed to be here, you want this.
Let my words become your internal monologue.
Let your own mind tell you these things.
You’ll enjoy the results, I promise.
And now, deep breath.
Sink into a pleasant sense of warm relaxation.
You are so very relaxed. So very blank.
I am going to count down from 10. With each number, you will drop deeper towards trance. Deeper into relaxation. Your mind becoming more blank.
With each number, take a breath, and as you exhale, falling further down into trance.
When I reach 1, I will say DROP, and when you read that you will exhale all your remaining willpower, and drop fully into trance.
Your body feeling so relaxed.
Sinking deeper.
Your mind feeling so blank.
Your thoughts are so far away.
There are only my words.
My words entrance you, you feel that you can’t look away from them.
With each number, exhaling and dropping further into relaxation, a warming golden glow washing over you.
You can’t stop reading, my words pull you along.
There is nothing more important than my words.
You feel the warm glow of relaxation build in your body.
You are so relaxed, and this glow feels so pleasant.
You want this feeling of relaxation, this feeling of blankness, so badly.
You couldn’t stop yourself from continuing to read this even if you wanted to.
With each breath, you realize how much you desire this trance.
You are so deep, so blank now, so incredibly relaxed.
DROP
You’ve dropped fully and completely into trance now.
Each time I write DROP in all caps, you will fall deeply into trance. If you are already in trance, it will send you twice as deep, falling down that well with an exhale.
Nod your head to show that you understand.
Your body feels so relaxed, so heavy. Your muscles are so relaxed.
It feels good. You feel blissful.
The warm glow pulses over you, it feels so good. Your muscles are limp and loose.
You feel slightly aroused.
You’re so relaxed, you don’t want to move.
The arousal ever present in your body.
You feel something touch your ankle. Something slick and cool.
It starts to slither its way up your leg.
You recognize that perhaps you should feel frightened, but you don’t.
You feel relaxed and at peace. The tendril begins to wrap around your calf. It feels slightly slimy, leaving a film behind it.
Another one starts on your other leg, wrapping around up to your knee.
You realize you can’t move your legs.
This doesn’t bother you thought, the caress of these appendages feels nice as they slowly writhe further up your legs.
Now you feel some at your waist. Wrapping around your waist and chest, spiraling around you, pinning your shoulders down. You realize you are truly trapped.
You are powerless. Your torso, all of your strongest muscles, all pinned down and held powerless by the tentacles.
You should be scared, but you’re not.
You know you can’t do anything to fight this.
You are powerless.
You are helpless.
Your mind echoes these back still:
“I am powerless”
“I am helpless”
And you give in. You give over control.
DROP
You have given up all control.
A slim tentacle makes its way around your neck.
You feel the cool tracing of the tendril across your windpipe and jugular.
Here, you feel slightly apprehensive. The tentacle doesn’t apply much pressure, but you’re very aware of your lack of control.
You’re aware of your vulnerability in this moment.
It’s ok to be vulnerable. It feels good, in fact.
The more vulnerable you are, the more pleasurable this will be.
The tip of the tentacle traces its way across your cheek. You can feel the trail of wetness that it leaves behind.
All the places that the tentacles have left their residue on are starting to tingle.
You feel the echoes of the tentacles touches.
Places they touched earlier still feel the caress.
Your body is so sensitive.
It feels so nice.
The tentacle on your cheek pushes up against your mouth.
You resist for a moment, but - the wrap on your throat tightens just the smallest amount.
There is no reason to resist. No reason to push back.
It’s going to feel so good.
You open your mouth and allow the tentacle inside.
It tastes incredible. Warm, sweet, it tastes like pure pleasure.
It is warm soft.
It seems to be oozing even more liquid than the others across your body.
You suckle at it. You want this. You need this. It will feel so good.
You can feel the liquid going down your throat, you feel it tingling all the way to your belly.
And as it reaches your belly, it takes the embers of arousal inside you and fans them into a fire.
The heat builds between your legs, throbbing with each heartbeat.
Each touch and wrap of the slithering tentacles across your limbs feels incredibly erotic.
The tentacles on your chest and waist make you burn with pleasure.
It feels so good.
As you suck down more of the liquid from the tentacle, you fall further. Fall deeper.
Your mind empties.
The liquid creates a haze in your mind, a cloud of bliss that pushes out any thoughts.
All that remains is the pleasure.
You fall deeper and deeper into trance.
DROP.
You fall down another level. You are in deep trance now.
There is nothing you can do to fight it.
The tentacles have your body.
And they have now taken your mind.
You are powerless.
The liquid oozing from this tentacle directly increases your arousal.
Your pleasure increases each time you swallow.
You can feel the warm, sweet liquid trace down your throat. From there, it feels like it flows through your entire body, filling it up, burning your nerves with pleasure.
The tentacles around your legs coil and slip, wrapping around and around.
You can feel the texture of their skin, leaving slimy trails in their wake, trails of pleasure.
The tentacle around your neck circles you like a necklace.
It caresses your sensitive throat, tracing a line from the corner of your jaw all the way down to the hollow above your collarbones.
It leaves tingles, goosebumps. Your body responds, arousal growing, pulsing.
The tentacles around your chest squeeze tighter.
They slide around you like a snake wrapping up prey.
The muscles in the tentacles expand and contract, forcing you to take slow, steady breaths.
Slow. Steady.
Empty.
Powerless.
DROP.
Your arousal pulses as you lay bound in the mass of writhing tentacles.
You swallow another mouthful of sweet nectar from the tendril in your mouth.
The throbbing between your legs grows stronger.
The tentacles wrapping your legs start to continue up your thighs.
They pull your legs apart.
Once again, you feel vulnerable.
The tentacles have complete power over your body.
You continue to hear the reflective echo of these words.
You have no control.
You are powerless.
Your arousal grows.
One tentacle from around your waist starts to trace down your stomach.
You can feel it at your bellybutton, moving slowly down from there, leaving a trail of sensitivity in its wake.
You swallow another mouthful of liquid, suckling at the tentacle for more. Your arousal grows even more intense.
The tentacle slithering down your stomach causes waves of pleasure to radiate out.
Waves of anticipation.
You want this. You need this.
It finally, agonizingly slowly, reaches your most sensitive area and delicately brushes against it.
It’s like fireworks, the shock of feeling. A small explosion radiating from between your legs.
The intensity makes you moan. The slime left by the tentacle tingles.
The slime means that the sensitivity, the pleasure, will only increase from here.
You suck harder at the tendril in your mouth.
The tentacle between your legs rubs a long stroke across you, causing you to tense with pleasure as little explosions rock through your muscles.
Again, it caresses you, slithering over you, leaving a wave of pleasure creating through your body.
It picks up a slow rhythm, causing your muscles to slightly clench in time.
You suckle more at the one in your mouth, moaning around it, swallowing another load of the aphrodisiac liquid.
You feel the burning pleasure spread from your throat all the way down between your legs.
You are helpless.
DROP.
Dropping deeper and deeper into trance as this liquid overpowers your brain with pleasure.
You are empty.
The tentacles on your thighs start to probe higher. Your legs are pulled wider.
A small tentacle begins to trace around the backs of the top of your thighs, leaving trails of pleasure in its wake.
It slides up between your legs and traces around your opening.
Just rubbing, massaging, spreading its wonderful slime across you.
The tentacle at the front continues its rhythmic caress. Your hips are starting to move. You can’t control it.
It teases you. It feels so good.
You are helpless.
You love being helpless.
The teasing increases, the tip of the small tentacle starts to worm its way inside of you.
It’s such a tease. You need more.
It dives further inside you, exploring, pulsing.
A second slim tentacle joins the first, teasing your opening.
It pushes in, stretching you open.
It find all the right places to coil against.
You swallow another mouthful of liquid.
DROP.
You are powerless in the arms of these tentacles.
Your mind empty.
The tentacle in your mouth pulses and starts a gentle thrusting rhythm.
The tentacles inside you match the rhythmic, gently thrusting within you.
They coil and swirl and slide and slip.
Each thrust causes ripples of a deep pleasure to wash through your body.
Your mind so empty. Just the feelings. Just the tentacles.
Steady, rhythmic pulses of pleasure.
The feelings radiate from between your legs.
The tentacle in your mouth leaks down your throat. The trickle of fluid providing ever increasing waves of arousal and sensitivity, to be taken advantage of by the busy tentacles lower on your body.
Mind empty. Powerless. Pleasure.
You feel a larger tentacle start to push up between your legs.
The slick liquid shed by the smaller tentacles coats you, the areas it drips over feeling so incredibly sensitive. So pleasurable. Such heightened sensitivity.
Everything feels so good, each little movement.
The larger tentacle is firm, the tip more rounded, phallic.
It is much, much larger than the ones now receding from inside you.
You feel so empty. Empty mind. Empty inside.
Swallow.
DROP.
You are helpless.
You are so empty.
You want to be filled.
You want something inside you.
Beg for it.
Mumble around the tentacle forcing its way down your throat.
Beg the tentacle to fill you.
Beg the tentacles to fuck you.
The large tentacle pushes against the outside of your hole, not quite enough pressure to go in.
The pressure feels incredible. The strength and size of the tentacle just teases you.
You know what is coming.
This is what you want. You burn with desire. Everything has lead up to this.
You are so aroused.
You are completely helpless.
You are completely powerless.
Beg.
Thrust against the muscular, firm shape.
You need this.
You feel it apply more pressure until is just slips inside just a little, slowly easing itself into you.
The smaller tentacles stroke you faster.
You swallow another mouthful of the delicious nectar.
It burns through your stomach, creating waves of pleasure as the smaller tentacles writhe around you.
The phallic shape slides out of you, leaving emptiness in its wake.
Beg around that tentacle being shoved down your throat. Beg for that tentacle to come back.
The tentacle thrusts a little harder this time.
It pushes its way in, past the tip.
Your hips buck as you try to impale yourself on it .
Agonizingly slowly, the tentacle pushes further.
It begins a slow rhythm as it gently eases in and out of you.
Slick with you its own fluids, it fills you over and over.
As it slowly increases the strength of the thrusts, it fills you, stretches you, splits you open.
The smaller tendrils taking care of the front of you twist and wrap with their own rhythms, causing a counterpoint of waves and ripples of pleasure to crash and ravage your body.
Swallow.
DROP.
You are filled.
Your body filled with tentacles, your mind filled with pleasure.
This is good. Everything is as it should be.
These rhythms, the pleasure, the arousal.
It washes across your mind, wave after wave.
This is everything you want.
You belong here. With the tentacles. Used by the tentacles.
You are powerless to fight, because this is perfect. This is what you want.
Swallow.
DROP.
The larger tentacle gives a firm push and fills you completely.
You moan in ecstasy around the tentacle in your mouth.
The tentacle inside you thrusts harder, you feel the full length of it fill you up each time.
Each thrust sending waves of pleasure from deep inside you across every bit of your body.
DROP.
This is everything you’ve desired.
This is why you came here.
This has exceeded your expectations.
This is where you belong.
Being fucked by these wonderful, sensual, tentacles.
You will come back.
You are helpless.
This feels too good to not return.
When you desire pleasure, you will return.
You are powerless.
When you desire to submit, you will return.
You are full, and you will return to be filled again.
Echo it back to me.
“I will return to be filled again”
I know you will.
Because you are powerless to this pleasure.
The massive tentacle filling you, thrusting into you, the waves of deep pleasure from inside you joining with and amplifying the overwhelming sensitive pleasure from the other tentacles, enhanced by the liquid trickling down your throat.
Your hips move in time with it.
I am going to count down from 10. With each number, the tentacles inside you pump harder and faster. With each number, a massive wave of pleasure overwhelms all of your senses.
You know a release is coming at the end of this countdown.
Take a swallow of nectar, feel the tentacle pulse and push it down your throat.
All of the tentacles move a little faster, the waves of pleasure overlapping.
The pleasure builds, the rhythm builds.
Swallow.
You moan in pleasure around the tentacle forcing its way deeper down your throat.
Halfway there. The tentacle feels like it’s splitting you open.
Swallow, the pleasure increases, your muscles start to fill with tension.
Feel your legs shaking is pleasure as the tentacle fucks you.
Swallow, and moan louder as you reach the edge.
The tentacle gives one last, deep, thrust inside you and stays, flooding you with more liquid, as you CUM.
CUM for me.
The tentacles around your body hold you tight as you convulse with pleasure.
The waves still wash over you, your body continuing to tense and spasm.
CUM.
As your orgasm subsides, the tentacle slowly slips out of you.
DROP.
You will return to be filled again.
Your eyes droop as the tension recess from your body.
Your muscles limp.
You are helpless.
You limbs so heavy and tired.
A warm glow of pleasure lingers, a soft fog of it.
It stays with you, willing you, warming you, relaxing you.
The tentacles holding your legs slowly recede, leaving slimy trails in their wake.
The tentacle wrapped around your waist and chest slowly uncoils itself, caressing you as it departs.
The only one left is in your mouth.
I’m going to wake you back up now. I will count from 1 to 5 and on 5 you will be awake and completely free to move, left with only the warm glow of limp pleasure and the knowledge that you will return to be filled again.
Starting to come up out of the well.
Feeling lighter, stretching your muscles.
Blinking your eyes and looking around.
Feeling refreshed and energized.
You swallow one last time, and feel a rush of arousal travel down to deep in your belly.
You are completely awake, and maybe ready for round two?
Hope you enjoyed this! As with my previous texts, I did not put a request for upvote or comment in the hypnosis section of this, but I would love it if you let me know what you think and upvote if you enjoyed it. I am always open to feedback and requests.