Hypnosis, Relationships, Social Issues

one day they just get so frustrated that I always have the upper hand that they decide to try covert hypnosis on me, lulling me into such a comfortable and relaxed state, seeing the way my eyes glaze over so easily... even when it seems like I'm trying to resist, they just deny they're doing anything and it's totally normal to be relaxed and listening to a friend and I completely fall for it, slipping deeper under their control, completely unaware that I'm being hypnotized

while I'm under they start conditioning me to feel stupider whenever I notice them looking at my tits. when my tits spill out, my thoughts spill out. and they don't stop there, knowing what a slut I love to be for them, encouraging me to wear things that are tighter, show off more, and hold my thoughts in less...

of course that makes them greedy. adding just a little trigger at the end, one they don't really think will even work, but when they snap their fingers, I drop and show off my tits. And when they snap twice, I wake up and forget I was ever hypnotized.

They wake me up, not really thinking it worked until we start chatting. They ask me something they know I can talk about a while, and I watch as their eyes trail to my tits. It immediately gets harder to think, and I lose my train of thought, my words trailing off...

Then they snap. I drop and lift my top, hazy, eyes fluttering. They snap twice, watching as I slowly wake up, totally unaware my tits are out until I notice the cold air against my nipples.

There’s nothing like giving your hypnotized toy a trigger and then making them forget about it~

yes, stare into that pretty spiral and let your mind go blank... so open... sinking down, down, down into that familiar place where you're all warm and fuzzy and obedient. that's it... nice and pliable now, aren't you, cutie?

you don't need to be doing this. nobody ordered you to train your mind like this, conditioning yourself to obey every order given to you, without thinking, without needing to think...

you don't have to do it, but you want to, don't you? yes, you do, because you know it will only make you a better pet when you finally have an owner to serve. and that makes you such a good pet already. so eager to be trained, to submit, that you're happy to train yourself with all these audio files and pretty spirals, letting their suggestions take control of you.

it will be sooo easy, someday, for whoever you choose to serve, to wipe away your mind completely. all they'll have to do is say a few certain words, or snap their fingers, or hold a spiral in front of your eyes... and you'll drop so easily, won't you? you'll practically be putty in their hands. and it'll feel so incredibly nice to go down deep for someone other than yourself. all of your hard work, all your time spent training, will pay off, in the end.

so go on, keep watching those spirals (they're too pretty to stop), keep letting all those calm, soothing voices slip between the cracks in your mind and make you drop. let them tell you who you're meant to be, who you want to be. it will all pay off.

This one’s not mine, but it’s ditzy fun regardless.

All you have to do is talk with people. Its better if someone else knows your rules too so they can correct you if needed.

Every 10th word you speak stop whatever it is you’re saying and instead say “ummmm” and then pause. When you speak again, start with a brand new thought (what you were saying wasn’t important)

[   ] Heavy, thinking, worried about tomorrow.

or

[ X ] Glassy eyes. Brain turning to warm gloss. A voice telling you that you don’t need those thoughts anymore. The sweet weight of knowing someone else is doing all the thinking now.

But it's a long day, and an exhausting one, and when you drag yourself back to your bedroom at long, long last... the amulet's still there. Still calling to you. And you're just so tired... but no. you have to stay strong. You shove the amulet into a drawer and try to sleep. But still you can feel it in your mind, calling out to you. you try to ignore it, but there's just no way you can sleep like this. So you give in. You put it on. And you fall asleep.

A similar charade follows for many days afterwards. Sometimes you make it all the way through the day without giving in before putting it on to sleep. Sometimes you see the sorceress partway through the day, and note the tilt of her smile as she looks at your bare neck, and can't stop yourself from rushing back to clasp it around your throat and ease the dreadful yearning as soon as she's out of sight. Sometimes, on the days where you feel weakest, you put it on right after waking up. But it's not your fault. It's the curse.

And whenever you're already wearing the amulet when you see the sorceress, well... it's obvious what happens then. She usually stops whatever she was otherwise doing to spend the rest of the day with you. She answers questions for you, makes decisions for you, tells you what to do. When nobody else is around she presses you close to a wall and makes you Look at her in that way that makes it hard to think and says things you can never remember. And you know you're slipping deeper under her control. But it's not your fault. It's the curse.

And as you get weaker and weaker, and the days you spend with the amulet wrapped around your mind from dawn til dusk get more and more frequent, she has you do and say and think all kinds of things you would never if you had a choice. Embarrassing things, things you don't want, but that curse makes such a thrill... It just feels so good to do as you're told. because of the curse. That's why you need her approval, her praise, that look in her eye that makes your knees feel weak. It's not your fault. It's the curse.