How Lovely Such Blissful Trance

You watch the watch. It’s a trick. A trope of television and bad movies. The sort of thing that happens in a porn where someone swings a watch two or three times and all of a sudden the other person is a zombie slave.

You watch the watch. For longer than you think you should have to. In the shows and stories it’s always quick, a rapid transformation from awake to deeply hypnotized. But you watch it, swinging back and forth no more a magical object of mind control than the watch on your wrist.

You watch the watch. Sure your eyes are getting heavier just as he’s telling you they are. But you’re looking up, straining to watch this watch swinging above you. It would be more magical if your eyes didn’t get tired and heavy. The fact that they want to close just means you’re human, not that he’s hypnotizing you or that you’re slipping into some kind of magical trance.

You watch the watch. He’s been talking to you for what feels like forever. Maybe he hopes to bore you to sleep. Truthfully you stopped paying attention to what he was saying, and started just letting your mind drift. You’re thinking about how you used to see hypnosis in shows way more than you do now. It’s not a plot point anymore. You used to see women being hypnotized a lot. They’d just look at some disco lights or watch a watch.

You watch the watch. Eyes heavier now, almost closing. Tired. Heavy.

You watch the watch. Your mind stops reviewing hypnotic tropes. The girl watches the watch and gets hypnotized. Your mind simply relaxes it’s too much work to think. You don’t need to think or even listen to what he’s saying you just need to watch the watch.

You watch the watch. Your eyes heavy begin to close. Close. You can still see the watch, in your sleeping mind. Swinging. Back and forth.

That's right, baby, round and round.

"…round and… round…."

Good girl. You're not really thinking at all anymore, are you? You're just staring into the spirals, circling your clitty with your fingers while your mind drifts for me, and repeating as much of my programming as you can fit into your empty little brain.

"…empty little brain…."

That's right, you've got a very empty brain right now, and you don't know when it happened and you don't know how to fight it but you know you're deeply hypnotized for me.

"…hypnotized for… you…."

Very good! You're deeply hypnotized and you're not thinking and your mind just keeps getting smaller and smaller until the only thing that fits in there is obedience and pleasure. Don't you just love that, little pet? Don't you just love being vacant and horny open to suggestions?

"…open to… to…."

I know, it's such a big word. Big words don't fit in that small, empty mind anymore, not with so much pleasure crowding them out. You're too dumb for big words, aren't you, sweetie? Too dumb and empty.

"…dumb and empty…."

But you know what? You can always get dumber. You can always get emptier. You can always get weaker for me as the pleasure continues, until you're the perfect horny slave girl and your mind is nothing but wet clay for me to shape and mold. And even though your waking self is too blank and blissful to listen, your deep self is soaking up every last word. You want to pay attention and obey like a good mindfucked slave.

"…ummm… slave….?"

That's my good girl! Even three words is too many to fit into that fuzzy little head now. It's just one. And soon you're going to be too dumb for even one word, isn't that right? It's just going to be grunting and nodding to show me you agree with everything your owner says.

"…uhhhh… uh huh?"

Good girl.

for the necklace enthusiasts who made that win by a huge margin! MY personal favorite jewelry was low-ranking (earrings. sad.) but the people have spoken and i like to draw stuff that people like.