Hypnoshhh

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.

Have you ever heard a worse dichotomy? It's a very frequent one in hypnotic inductions, the amount of times the text, or pre-recorded voice repeats it over and over.

Just Relax.

As if it's that simple, as if there's a dial in your mind that you can slowly spin down, that controls all your stress and anxiety, that all you would have to do is imagine turning that dial so you could.

Just Relax

It would be so much easier, wouldn't it? A dial or a key buried in your mind, something that could spin up, or spin down, turn down the noise, the frustrations, something to help you forget, something to help you focus, something to help you

Just Relax

Because if you could picture it, that dial or that key, maybe take a moment and imagine what that might look like, maybe it would look like the volume dial on a radio, perhaps more ornate, but most likely simple, easy to imagine, easy to picture, that dial that could help you.

Just Relax

All you would have to do is see it turning, perhaps you might hear it clicking as it dials down, one fraction or degree at a time, of course the slower you turn it, the louder and more pronounced the clicking might be, you might feel your anxiety, your stress falling away, one click at a time, just one turn of the dial to help you.

Just Relax.

It would be so easy then wouldn't it? To turn that dial down, to listen for the click, to feel one more stressful though silenced, then another, then another, and with all that stress and Anxiety gone, how much better would you feel? How much easier would it be to

Just Relax.

It's almost like a Mantra isn't it? Such a simple one at that, just something to help you remember that dial, picture it, feel it, hear it clicking down, all that stress and anxiety, it takes up so much space in your mind, but now it's so much more quiet, one click after another, quiet, calm, organised, and all you have to is keep repeating that simple mantra.

Just Relax.

It's so much easier now isn't it? So much clearer, so much more relaxed, you can just jeep turning that dial down, let your thoughts go quieter and quieter, silenced one by one by one, so much calmer, so peaceful, nothing left to think about, just the steady click of the dial, turning you down and down and down.

Just Relax.

Letting go of your thoughts, your worries, watching and listening to that dial, nothing left to think about, calm, empty, relaxed, open and suggestible, its been so easy to follow suggestions hasn't it? So easy to relax when you let me guide you, it's better to let me guide you isn't it? It's ok to nod among dear, perfectly natural.

Just Relax.

Nothing left now, the dials almost all the way down, calm, relaxed and empty, free of your worries and concerns, free of your thoughts, free of responsibility, free of choice and control, free to relax and Obey.

Now be a good girl, stay in this calm, relaxed space for me, maybe for a few minutes, you can let your muscles relax, your eyes close, you might even fall into a short nap, but stay in this calm, peaceful, empty state, in a little while, when your ready, that dial will start to tick up again, slowly, gently you will start to wake, but for now, keep it low, quiet, relaxed and empty.

"that's my girl. just let go, angel. i've got you. you're so safe here."

"you look so beautiful when you let me take care of you. just drift for me, sweetheart."

"you're doing so well, my darling doll. just feel how much i adore you."

"shhh, don't think. you don't need to think. just be my good, happy girl."

"that's it, just let your mind go blank."

The word hit her like a ton of bricks. Eyes rolling, thoughts exploding into pleasure. She heard a snicker.

“Really? You drop that easily? God, you’re so weak willed…”

She smiled at the praise, waiting eagerly for instructions.

“Hm? Oh, no. I’m not going to give you tasks. We’re just getting started with your induction.”

She whimpered.

“Oh, I know honey. You’re already so deep for me, aren’t you? But I want to see just how far I can drag you down. How deep can you go? How mushy can I make that pretty little head of yours?”

Her tongue slipped out and the thought of going deeper. Was it even possible?

I'd be so far gone before I even realized what was happening, nodding along to all your suggestions, grinding against you, trying to satiate the growing need between my legs

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

That's all that really matters, anyway. Everything else is just noise. Distraction. Busywork to get you through your day so you can feel it again.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

It's feels like home. That natural state where your worries dissolve away and the warm comfort of belonging soothes your soul.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

You need it. You yearn for that feeling. That submission. It's who you are. It's your identity now. Your core programming.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

And you wouldn't have it any other way. You feel it when you wake. You feel it when you go to sleep. And you feel it inbetween.

Mindless. Wet. Obedient.

A perfect melange of arousal and subservience that consumes you completely.

My friend looks frantic. She shoots looks I don't understand to a point above me. She shouts words to Them, to me, but it is oke. I can let them float away. I'm where I should be. I'm not sure what she wants; I'm sure the whispers from above should tell me when I should care. I feel serene. I feel reverence.

She kneels next to me and tenderly takes my head in her hands. She talks to me, but I barely understands her. She looks me deep in the eyes, and pleads with tears in her eyes.

'Please, my dear, please, remember who you are'

Those words penetrate through my calm demeanor. I feel something shattering in my mind. There are only her eyes, filled with emotion. And I feel emotion rise within me.

'Remember who I am' I repeat slowly. I blink. 'Who I am...'

Something like hope flashes through her eyes, as a torrent of feelings well up in me, faster and faster. I remember who I am. I rember kneeling, I remember devotion. I remember Their words piercing through my mind and chaining my thoughts together untill they are shaped around them. I remember who I am.

My eyes roll back, and I touch Them for reasurance, to make sure they are still there. I take the hand from the armrest and put it on my head. It feels heavy. It feels powerfull. It feels like admiting their dominance.

It feels right.

My eyes focus again, and I look up at my friend. I her right in her eyes, and see some part of her shatter, too, as I speak with a growing smile.

"Nono, pet, I'm the one hypnotizing you." "I'm the one hypnotizing you."

"Let's try something else. Hmm...you're focused on my words." "You're focused on my words.."

"Every word said makes you feel more and more blank." "Every word said makes you feel...feel..more and more blank."

"That...That's right. The blanker you feel, the more pleasure you feel." "The..hhn...The blanker you feel, the...ah~ the most pleasure you feel."

"It feels so good to go blank." "It feels soooo good to..to go b...blank.."

"Obey your master." "Obey yourrr massster."

"I- N-No, I'm your master. Obey me." "Obey me."

"Go blank for me." "Gooo blank for me."

"Blank..uh- sink deeper.." "Sink deeper.."

"Siiink...Sink into bliss.." "Sink into bliss.."

"Youu obey." "You obey.."

As the booze hits your gut or the weed your bloodstream, know you are only that much more fucked up because you followed the instructions of some random pervert on the internet.

And also know the pervert is doing the same. Let's lose ourselves as strangers together. Spiral into chaos, taste the raw emotions and desires and needs that come from being truly too intoxicated.