The joys of being a male Hypnotist
Sometimes being a male hypnotist is a weird thing. I mean – over the time I got used to all the homophobia and connected aggression targeting me.
But today I’m seriously PISSED!
There is a little “Tournament of the Hypnodommes” on 8chan. I have no idea at all why they decided to add me as a man to the whole thing, but they did. And I was actually leading the group I’m in, which is pretty cool (thanks for everyone voting for me).
But then – someone homophobe said it’s impossible for a man to have the 50 or so votes I had, and suddenly – in the next round, I have simply disappeared.
I mean – if I wouldn’t have been in a thing for “Dommes” I would have understand. But if you add me in it, play it fair. Don’t just ignore me because you don’t like the result.
The argument that a man can’t have as many fans is what pisses me of the most. I have much more patrons – even though almost all files are free. And someone who pays would likely vote for me too. And competing against countless women (and just two men) I get a lot of the votes from women, while most of the votes from man are distributed along 60+ or so female tists.
You can freely post on the board, without registering. I would really appreciate if some people demonstrate that my votes weren’t done by me and it’s not impossible for me to get 50 votes. Thanks!
And thank you all for reading and letting me write out my frustration.
~ViVe
Vive, you have ~450 files. All of which are delightful, to the best of my knowledge. There is a non-negligible possibility that you are literally the single most prolific creator of hypnotic media to ever exist.
(fun fact: it would take ~3 weeks to listen to your current array of files if someone sat down and played them nonstop. By the time they got to the end, you would likely have created another ~6 hours of material)
You do amazing work, and you do massive quantities of amazing work. Being a guinea pig for dumbing down probably hurt my GPA somewhat, but it was entirely worthwhile.
If poll does not accept this, poll is nonsense.
Ok. Wow! Thanks for the numbers! I’m almost surprised myself! 🙂
I hope it didn’t hurt your GPA too much!
I read your comments here yesterday, then received info on a new website that tries to dispel homophobia in some people today. I thought you might be interested. http://www.mormonsandgays.org/
I know I shouldn’t …but I thought this might cheer Vive and Siren up a bit… I edited a short story I wrote myself (it’s meant to be funny but I should warn you it contains George A. Romareo and John Carpenter obscene gross-out graphic gratuitous messiness). Internet.
Bleep Bleep! Bleep Bleep! – “That pesky Vive again? What does he want now?” He taps his phone to check the latest message. “What the? Damn thing must have a virus… for fucks sake!” He chucks the phone across to sofa in disgust. The screen flashes white and pink as it sits there still distracting him. It then starts to emit a faint sound of a Siren. “Aye?” He grabs it and throws it in a draw – the Siren sound dulled but still audible. “Did I just hear my phone giggle?…” He slouches back in the sofa and switches on the TV to catch up on some news… ” – and now the latest headlines. Ha ha ha, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He watches in bemusement as the co-anchor loses her composure on live television. At any other time it would have been highly amusing but, not today, he’d just about had enough. “I’m sorry about this” the male co-anchor interjects “ha ha ha (intake of breath) ha ha ha!!!”. My god she’s practically wetting herself with laughter? The male news reader then burst out laughing as well. The signal then abruptly gets taken over by the same white and pink flashing that was on his phone earlier accompanied by the same Siren sound. “Jesus! – what the hell is this!?”. He rushes over to his land line and picks up. There’s a brief dialing tone before giggling starts to come through on the line and then that now familiar Siren sound again. He slams it down in a panic, grabs his coat and goes to leave the apartment. “Come on!” as he frantically tries to open the door to his flat. He tries the windows but can’t even open any of those either! “Internet, internet…” He mutters to himself “This can’t be gone as we’d all be screwed for sure” He taps his fingers impatiently as he waits for his laptop to boot up “Come on! Hurry up” In time his machine is finally up and running “Well at least it works” He clicks on the news website to see if there is any information as to what on earth is happening. The news site is at least working and he relaxes somewhat. Scrolling through, there appears to be no information. He notices a little pink pixel on the screen though – a defect in the display? He peers in for a closure look. It suddenly jumps across the screen. He slams the screen down and gets up from his chair. Trying to collects his thoughts, all he can hear is a steadily louder giggling noise coming from his computer. “What do you fucking want!?” He says with full wrath. He flips up the screen to see hundreds of flashing white and pink dots dancing around the screen and laughing. “FUCKKKKKKK OFFFFFF!” He shouts, and to his surprise they actually disappear. His momentary relief is overcome by the realisation that those dots must have been aware of him to do that. Well I do have a microphone, he thinks to himself. Closer inspection reveals a stubborn little dot is still on his screen. Not making a sound he leans in to confront this little dot. He even covers the small camera to make sure no software could be tricking him. Nothing happens and the dot stays where it is. He relaxes a little. Then a just audible giggle can be heard. He leans into the speaker but the sound doesn’t appear to be coming from there. The colour drains from his face as he moves towards the dot on the screen as sure enough the giggle sound gets a little louder. His jaw slowly drops in disbelief.
In a micro-second a very fine rigid thread shoots out the screen into his left eye. It takes a while for him to register what had just happened but, then the incredible pain hits him. He squeels as the thread remains attached to his eye as he withdraws. He is only able to move a foot back before the pain becomes too intense. The thread is too painful for his eye to touch and it even hurt his fingers with the contact. His panic builds at his newfound situation only for it to reveal even more horror – to his total alarm the thread attached to his eye begins to pulse and grow and, worst of all, draw him closer to the screen. Shaking now with the shock he makes whimpering breaths. All too quickly the thread has consumed most of his pupil – the wrenching pain of it still pulling his face towards the screen. Helplessly his face gets within touching distance of it. He can hear now from where that dot was, only now the giggling has been replaced by ghastly moans of pleasure and digestive sounds. By this stage the whole of his eye socket had already been taken over. The screen is already a blur to the other eye as it is so close. Despite the enormity of the pain his survival instinct kicks in and a strength comes over him. With a raw he grips the computer to push it away from him – fully prepared to loose his eye to and whatever else maybe attached as well. He succeeds in moving a good few inches back but the strain was overwhelming. The last thing he sees with his good eye before his face is pulled violently into the screen is the truly grotesque sight of entrails of veins and sinew mixed with electrical filaments and glowing and buzzing bits of plasma screen!
Several minutes later all can be heard are his muffled painful low moans. His face is entirely consumed now. Parts of the plasma display move and shift organically as they creep over is head. His body hangs limp at his desk. The lid of the laptop now bends and moulds to his head. It isn’t too long before his head is entirely covered. And there he stays for some time. The mass around his head expands and contracts with his breathing.
All of a sudden he jolts and grabs the desk with his hands. His whole body tenses. A tent grows in the front of his pants as his cock becomes painfully hard. His hands spasm and shake. His pelvis goes into into a violent series of thrusts – throwing his chair right backwards. Muffled cries can be heard through the mass covering his head as his body cums forcefully. Without a moments rest, he goes into more spasms of pelvic thrusts. He cums again and again – the intervals between each final thrust of release decreasing until he is in a continuous state of rigid orgasm. A large bulge in the seat of his pants threatens to burst through as his genitals swell and writhe. Fully tensed and on tip toes his legs slowly separate. Meanwhile the mass around his head grows significantly. It isn’t long before his centre of gravity is on his desk as what was his computer pulses and swells to a huge size now – his legs lifting off the floor entirely!
His body shakes with muscle spasms. His skin drips with sweat, muscles ripple the skin, veins full to bursting. The wet stained seat of his pants rolling violently now. With a loud rip the seam of his pants tears open with masses of gunk and slime splattering out onto the carpet behind him. His swollen disfigured crotch belches and bubbles and shoots slime and bits of flesh all over the carpet beneath. This disgusting mass then tears itself right apart and, with a horrifying raw, what appears to be some kind of head bursts out. Two long spines rapidly come out past this thing and start snapping like insect jaws – shredding and tearing into the carpet below. It continues its assault, thrashing its head wildly in the process. His hands and feet lock and spasm into a painful looking position. His big toes pull out as meanwhile his hands stretch and contort. His fingers shrink as his toes lengthen. His legs waist and shrink as his arms build up and lengthen. With loud cracks and pops the joints of his limbs shift. Four extra limbs rip the flesh and grow out of his sides. His body his now unrecognizable.
Suddenly his desk gives way under the weight of the growing abdomen of this creature that has taken over him. It slams heavily to the floor. A blood curdling rage screams from this creature’s mouth. It’s limbs thrash about in a wild temper. It growls and wheezes in abject frustration as it pushes its weight off the floor – the talons of its spider like legs digging into the floor while its hands and feet press with the effort. With an obvious strain it not only raises itself off the floor but tries to bring itself to stand on its rear human looking legs. It growls in an insane rage as it stands upright – large muscular legs holding it firm with powerful arms and hands clenched into fists above in awful triumph.
Finally stood up, the beast does at last begin to calm down now and it seems to have stabilized itself. Indeed, its beastly features appear to be diminishing. It drops its arms as the extra two pairs of limbs retract into it’s sides. It grabs its belly with two hands while moaning in a calm but sickly manner. The large abdomen has shrunken somewhat now and is retreating into its lower torso. The exoskeleton parts of its head have soften and become loose – parts of it now begin to fall away in slimy chunks with long strands of hair from beneath immerging as they get pulled by the fallen bits of the outer covering of its head. The creature continues to moan but the sounds are more human now, almost sounding of pleasure.
…A while later shower is turned off. The being that had violently and grotesquely taken over this poor guy, delicately dries itself and neatly wraps the towel around its body. Walking back into the living room, she observes the mess left behind near the collapsed desk and sniggers. She sits back on the nearby chair and crosses her smooth shapely legs and smiles to herself – “what a girls’ got to do sometimes… she’sh…”
She hears a knock and the door, fixes herself and goes over to open it. “Hey Vive!”. “Hi Siren… do I want to know how you got here?” She gives a snigger “I just used one of my cleaning files…” Vive gives a pensive smile “oh – I see… one of those was it…?” She coyly leans her head “yeah…” and walks back into the flat – “…you brought the clothes..?”. “Yeh…” As Vive follows he sees the mess of human flesh on the floor “…some people will never learn… but, … what a way to go…”
The End.
It’s really strange finding homophobia in places like this. Just know we like you and you have our vote.
8 Chan has a disproportionately strong femdom bias. the fact that you could lead in your group given that bias is a testament to the quality of your work.
i should also add that when i was browsing 8chan more i often enjoyed the insightful comments you would leave there. you are really a boon to the community in so many ways, and beyond that you are just a nice person from what i can tell. keep up the good work dude!
I can only echo what Professor Pig said above! Of all the files I have looked at, listened to or read about, I can honestly say that your files have had the deepest effect by far! The fact that you do this amazingly effective works and offer them for free sets you far above others! It is very easy to trust your voice and you very plainly state which ones could be potentially dangerous! What else could one ask for?
At any rate, to quite a lot of us out here, I think the real truth is that your work stands above the rest and I think those on 8 chan know it too!
By now I see it a bit different. The votes have been manipulated in every single round of the thing. Why just limit yourself to fake advertising when you can slant the competition at the same time.
It’s just annoying as hell when someone publicly accuses you of cheating. But they overdone it good, so by now it’s obvious what’s going on…
Yours is by far the best hypnotist site I’ve come across. Your files are of excellent quality, and show the thoughtfulness and care you put into them. That’s what keeps me coming back.
Also honestly, your website design is the best. It looks nice and functions incredibly well.
I agree! But that’s thanks to Kevin’s amazing work!
Vive, get the hell of those chan sites. They are emotional waste pits. Your site is fantastic. The design just feels like a touch of class. Keep the real stuff. Let go of the goober plebs.