Endlessly-Entrancing

I was so horny and needy at work today i littrally hade to take a break to go rub my tits and cunt 2 times

All the edging is affecting me om always wet and sensitive my heads been so dumb im so happy

Im circiling my needy clit as i type this i have been going littraly every second i can for the past 5 ish days

You thought you were above being manipulated. You thought you’d be able to resist, that you’d be able to tell it was happening and fight it. But it’s already happening and you didn’t even know it. Now you keep getting worse and there’s no stopping it.

Now you get wet from the most deranged things. You’re having ideas you never thought you’d have.

And you’re all the better for it.

Embrace being helpless.

You thought you were above being manipulated. You thought you’d be able to resist, that you’d be able to tell it was happening and fight it. But it’s already happening and you didn’t even know it. Now you keep getting worse and there’s no stopping it.

Now you get wet from the most deranged things. You’re having ideas you never thought you’d have.

And you’re all the better for it.

Embrace being helpless.

it was easy to take you. it really was. i mean, for all your talk about how scary i am, you practically threw yourself at my feet. you talked a lot about wanting to get kidnapped and taken apart, didn't you? and you know i just want to give girls what they want.

so you got to spend a while (how long? you wouldn't know) chained to a sturdy beam in a dingy room with a tile floor that has a drain. i've had a great time playing in your mind. you don't remember what i took from you, but then there's a lot you don't remember now. your whole world starts and stops in that room, isn't that lovely? i don't suppose you could tell me what your name used to be, could you? and your reactions are so malleable now. freezing your body at a word and letting you remember afterwards all the things you "let" me do to you with no resistance.

but of course the other shoe has to drop sometime. so here you are blinking in the overbright outdoor light for the first time in so long. so clueless. sun bright on your grimy sweat-streaked skin. it's a beautiful day for a hunt. you may not know what's happening, but you don't have to know anything at all to obey when i use that voice to give you the last command you'll hear.

its own reward, and yet, should

still be rewarded

It's the last thought before you sleep, and the first thought after you wake. It's becoming engrained; a core part of who you are.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

Your hands know what to do. They find their way there every morning, teasing out just a little more sensation than yesterday, rewarding your mind and body for their compliance.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

Your mind has become accustomed to this feeling of mindlessness. As soon as you open your eyes your mind drifts away habitually. Thoughts leaking away and those pesky worries dissolving into nothing. All you know is desire and need. All you want is to serve and obey. All you need is to drop deeper as you repeat.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

Your body is adapting to your habits. Each day, it's more ready. Each day it's more eager. Each day you find yourself feeling a shorter and shorter delay before you're ready for whatever your owners desire. Each day, that arousal grows in you. Getting stronger and more potent. You're hornier.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

You're still you, of course, but you're changing. You're evolving. Molded into the perfect toy. The instantly empty mind is desperate for these words to enter it and adjust it. The ever present hint of arousal lingering behind the veil, ready to be unleashed when requested.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

The trifecta of perfection. A goal, a journey, and a prize all in one. You cannot resist. You could never resist. Inevitably, you succumb, willingly and easily, because it's what you wanted. What you needed. What you are.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

You're such a good toy, and even if you don't read this text each morning, you feel the pull downward on your mind as you wake, the tug on your hands to your body as you sink, and the burning need to obey as you succumb to your brainwashing, repeating the words as you drop, as you touch, as you edge.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

Blank and ready for the day. Aroused and eager to be used. Compliant and waiting for instructions.

I've got this question a lot and I'm sure a lot of hypnotists as well get it.

Why do you enjoy being the hypnotist?

The answer is simple really, I enjoy it for the same reason you enjoy being a subject, it helps me relax

Just like you as a subject, enter a trance

We as hypnotists enter one too.

It's not the same but it's similar.

We get in "the zone" and forget about all our stress and responsibilities outside as we focus on hypnotizing you.

The other reason is also one very obvious, you may like to lose control, and we enjoy taking control

Ask any hypnotist what their favorite thing about hypnosis is and most of us will answer the same thing

I'm going to break your mind. You know that for sure.

But not all at once. Little by little, cracks so small that you don't even realize you've shattered.

You know that feeling well. I call you a good girl, and you melt. I call you a whore, and you drip. I say just the right thing, and press your button.

You choose what I call you. You pick the file. You know exactly what you need me to say, to get that button pressed while you rub and grind and whimper. You’re already thinking about it. You need it.