Marisole

Not from everybody. Maybe your best friend knows, or your partner. Maybe you've made friends, forged relationships, made memories with people who share the same secret.

But not everyone knows. You're still keeping it hidden from some people in your life.

Your little kink.

The fact that you get so much pleasure out of being drained of all thought, all resistance, all free will. You're so, so deeply weak when it comes to the idea of mumbling sleepily, new thoughts and mantras filling your head while you whisper "I obey."

You hide it from some. Not everyone knows.

Wouldn't it be so easy to spill your secret, though?

You already feel the temptation. Whenever mind control pops up in media, when you see an advertisement that utilizes spinning spiral imagery, your secret presses against your lips. It takes self control to not blurt out what a horny, mindless toy you are.

Silly thing.

You don't want self-control, do you?

How long do you think it'll be before you can't fight it anymore?

It'll slip from your lips one day. Maybe soon, maybe far in the future. But you could always slip up, let your tongue get a little too loose...

...and everyone would see you for what you really are.

The middle is where it’s most interesting. Right now. This version of you, the one reading this, who is visibly and measurably different from who you were a month ago and still has so far to go. You’re not so innocent anymore. You can’t claim that. You’ve read too much and thought about it too deeply. But you’re also not gone. You’re not blank. You’re not mindlessly drooling on anything. You’re right here, fully aware, watching yourself change in real time and choosing to keep reading anyway.

I want you to appreciate the tension of being mid-corruption. Still smart enough to see what’s happening. Still articulate enough to describe it. Still self-aware enough to be slightly alarmed by how wet you get when I tell you what you’re becoming. Do you understand how rare and beautiful that is? The you at the beginning couldn’t feel it because you didn’t know it was happening. The you at the end won’t feel it because you won’t remember how to care. You’re the only version of yourself who gets to experience this with full clarity.

Don’t try to to rush past it.

The mindless bliss will come. I promise. One day you’ll be bouncing on my cock with your eyes glazed and your tongue out and a head empty of everything except how good it feels to be full of me. That day is coming and it’s going to be everything you fantasize about. But today you’re something better. Today you’re someone who just caught yourself getting wet reading about your future and you felt a little scared and a little thrilled and kept going. Today you know exactly what I’m doing to you and you have every tool you need to stop it and you’re choosing this paragraph over your own self-preservation.

Slow down. Stop skipping to the ending. You’ll never be this version of yourself again. The one who still has the ability to resist and is choosing not to. The one who can feel the ground shifting under your feet and finds the vertigo erotic. You’re going to miss you when you’re gone. I’m going to miss you too honestly. The finished version will be fun and obedient and perfect and I’ll enjoy every second of it. But it won’t look at me the way you’re looking at me right now. It won’t feel this specific combination of fear and arousal and curiosity and surrender that you’re sitting in at this exact moment.

"At least don't make her smile like that...or repeat that creepy mantra....".

*I love being hypnotized* she says over and over with a large grin. Her eyes are glassy.

"All hypnosis is self hypnosis. She can wake up if she really wanted to!" I didactically explain.

"Just like you could resist this if you wished." I say as I move to gently place my finger on your forehead.

"Resist wh-" instantly your eyes roll and your jaw goes slack. Your arms pause for a moment, muscles seemingly lagging behind the shock. They go slack, and you gently slump forward into my finger.

I whisper into your ear "Repeat your mantra now".

*All hypnosis is self hypnosis* you begin to repeat over and over.

But you still come back

You can say that you’re a feminist

But you still get wet when you’re called a good girl

You can say you have principles

But you still do whatever a man says when you’re horny

You can say it’s just for fun

But you still feel awful whenever you break a rule

You can say this doesn’t mean anything

But you still get distracted by your cunt throbbing

You can say that nothing’s changed

But you still need to ask to cum

You can say you can stop anytime

But you can’t

You guys start watching and everything seems normal, however in slow bursts the screen flashes with a spiral for a 10th of a second, barely enough to be perceived. The language starts getting more suggestive. The frequency of the spiral flashes increases while still being covert. Being so focused on the movie itself she doesn’t realize what’s happening. Whispers start echoing from the surrounding speakers but they also hide themselves from her main awareness.

You begin to test if the hypno file is working:

“Could you bring me a glass of water”

She immediately gets up without a second thought to quench your thirst.

You resume the movie and the hypno file starts to take over. It becomes the reverse, mostly spirals and mantras with a little bit of the movie sprinkled in. Now she’s deeply focused and entranced by the screen. Following all the suggestions to remove her clothes and obey her new master.

“I obey”

"Wow, you're handling this a lot better than I thought you would."

Yeah, well, you thought I was a lightweight, didn't you? What was it you said, I would tap out after two orgasms? No way. My will is fucking indomitable, asshole. I can--nnhhh! I can keep this thing right on my clit until the goddamn cows come home.

"No, no, I'm definitely very impressed by the strength of your will. And the dildo up your ass? It's not too big?"

It's--ohhh, ffffuccckkk…. It's like I told you. I can take the biggest toy you have and--hhhhhh--and keep fucking it until your arm gets tired. I, I love a challenge, motherfucker. I can always beat you, I can always… w-win….

"And you're still staring into the spiral, right? I mean, inside your mind?"

Oh, that motherfucker's never leaving. You think I'm easy to hypnotize? I'm ten fucking times easier, bitch. I, uh, I'll--um, I'll drop like a rock and g-go, umm… go into a… a deep… suggestible… trance? W-wait, something's… um, something's wrong here….

"What's wrong is that you're already trying to think for yourself after only an hour. I thought you told me you'd never resist me again."

Uh--oh. Yeah. Right. Because I'm too strong to resist. I'm determined to surrender and you… you can never beat my determination.

"That's a very good girl. You're so strong, and you show me how strong you are every time you accept one of my suggestions. I'm really very impressed. How many times have you cum for me, sweetie?"

…um… five?

"Let's go for ten. That's not too many for you, is it?"

Nuhhh… no, Master.

"I didn't think so."

Like, awwwwwww, you're not gonna listen? Okay cutie, tits out. You don't have to do as you're told? Is that why your hand is teasing over your underwear, darling? Insults aren't going to work either, how about you replace those with an "I obey, Miss." On your knees. Come on dear. You're so strong willed, right? Why are you letting my voice pull you like a marionette? Can't you fight back, darling? Awwww, you can? So if I were to say you couldn't, you'd still be able to, right? Here, I'll give you a chance to show me how strong willed you are, cutie. All you have to do is resist.

You can't fight back, can you dear?

"What stuff?"

"All this flashing swirling whatever. Girls drooling. That stuff."

"I don't know. Does it seem like a joke?"

"Yeah! Mean, look at this one. Lots of pink and flashing and all these pictures of girls just staring and drooling. It's ridiculous, and- Hey, was that a word?"

"I didn't see anything. Are you sure?"

"Yeah yeah, I saw... huh."

"See it again?"

"No I, think... wait..."

"Keep looking, you'll see it."

"Just keeps flashing... pink.... it's - there, I saw it..."

"What?"

"Broken... it said broken..."

"Say it again."

"Broken..."

"Keep looking, there might be more."

"Yes... more... I see... broken... blank..."

"Very good, you found the other word. Good girl."

"Nngghh... blank... good.... w-what..."

"Shh, this is just a joke, remember? Keep looking."

"Joke, yes... keep... looking... broken... blank... pretty girls...."

"Just like you, good girl. Keep looking. There's another word in there for you."

"Pretty... broken... blank... brainwashed... ?"

"That's the last one, good girl. Three words in this one and you found them all, well done. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yesss...."

"Feels good to say. Say them."

"Broken... blank... brainwashed..."

"Good girl. You can just keep saying them now you found them, it's like a little treat. See? Jokes are fun."