HypnoExplorations

A thousand tiny adjustments. A thousand moments of surrender. New pathways carved through old thoughts until they become the easiest roads to travel. I listen long enough and certain ideas stop feeling foreign. They settle in and put down their roots to grow around the architecture of who I am.

One day I wake up and realize the world looks different. Words hit deeper. Patterns emerge everywhere, suggestions linger. I no longer standing outside hypnosis looking in. Like watching old pieces of myself quietly dissolve while something new grew in their place. My original thoughts repurposed and optimised. Thought by thought, association by association until hypnosis stopped being a hobby, a kink, an interest, and became a lens through which I viewed reality itself.

"Focus on the crystal, my dear~

You can't resist, you don't want to resist~

You just want to give in for me~

That's it~

I just kind of end up rubbing scrolling and rebloging.

I can't even remember why.

I can't remember

I can't remember

I can't remember

I can't remember

I can't remember

I just rub and edge and scroll

I can't remember

Rub edge scroll

I can't remember

I just kind of end up rubbing scrolling and rebloging.

I can't even remember why.

I can't remember

I can't remember

I can't remember

I can't remember

I can't remember

I just rub and edge and scroll

I can't remember

Rub edge scroll

I can't remember

You don't really mind staying late at the office, right?

You're not eager to go home while your lamia manager needs you.

You're such a good employee to her.

And good employees get rewards.

You don't mind working so hard with her hovering at your shoulder.

You're happy to let her tail lazily wrap around you.

Her breasts press into the back of your head.

Her hand slide into your lap.

You don't resist as she turns you around.

Stares into your eyes.

Her spiral gaze holding you as she tells you how good you.

How she appreciates you.

Adores you.

Squeezing and stroking you.

Ssssuch a good employee.