Go Deeper.

"trance"

your mind is always so full, it never seems to get any rest.

but when they lower their voice to that certain tone, that soothing sound which could send shivers down your spine- that’s when the noise in your pretty little head starts to slow, grow more quiet.

allowing their voice to take up that space for a while, slowly but surely chasing all these pesky thoughts away. because, let’s be honest; who needs thoughts if you could just obey? who needs to have control when you could just give it up to them, just for the moment?

let their words in while they tell you what to think, what to feel, what to be. and you wouldn’t mind being anything for the, you’re so weak and docile for their words. but that’s not a bad thing if they make you feel this good, isn’t that right?

you wouldn’t mind dropping deeper and deeper, giving up more and more control while you soak up every word like a sponge.

you’re just listening.

following.

obeying.

after all, they make you feel so good. so blank, empty, mindless.

you don’t want to think.

I mean, besides magically summon all my hypno-buddies to me for shenanigans on-demand?

As a hypnotist, I think it would be fun to make a snap just cause someone’s brain to… skip a beat? Like, stop them mid-thought and just kind of lose track of where they were, just briefly.

As a subject, because this suggestion is just on my mind because I’ve not had it given to me in a while, I’d love it as a filter remover/truth-telling thing. Like, I’m in a moment where my shyness or shame or whatever is holding something back and *snap* out with it.

Their eyes seemed to light up. “Good! Then you can just let yourself sink back into that sweet, groggy state for me. Just slip away, that’s it. Let my words take advantage of your weak, sleepy mind.” You let your eyes close as their words sank in, beginning to rewrite you.

Breakfast was a simple affair. Your thoughts were quite restricted, but they were thorough with their instructions, and you could follow those perfectly. Well. Almost perfectly. The toast was slightly burned, but tomorrow you’d realise that that’s their fault for teasing.

The morning passed in a haze of obedient cleaning, and then showering, whilst they flitted between working and playing with your body and mind, “Just for fun.” They said. And at lunch time, they brought you back up, to check in with you.

“How’s it feeling my love? Not too much, is it?” They looked apprehensive as they asked.

You shook your head. “It’s wonderful. Like a hot dream, but it’s housework, not sex. Makes it much more engaging.”

They smiled at you. “Good, then I’m hoping you want to continue?”

You nodded, and they smiled as they took you down. “Well, I know you weren’t complaining, but, well, it’s funny that you mention sex. This afternoon is going to be altogether hornier, not that you’ll complain. Well, not that you would complain, if you could.”