Stage Hypnotist’s Toy: A Public CNC Drop
A simple weight… suspended on a thin chain.
You don’t have to do anything.
Notice how easy it is to let your eyes trace the motion.
How natural it feels to track something rhythmic.
Your thoughts begin to slow.
The outside world fades just a little.
There’s something comforting about repetition.
Something calming about surrendering your focus to a single point.
As if the motion itself is gently pulling your awareness downward.
Like your body remembering how good it feels to let go.
You don’t have to close your eyes.
Because the pendulum keeps swinging in your mind.
Your thoughts drift further apart.
Gaps between them widening.
Silence stretching longer.
You might notice a pleasant heaviness spreading from your head…
The pendulum swings slower now.
Each arc pulling you further down.
Like descending soft steps into something warm and dark and safe.
But you continue to drift.
Every word landing gently.
And in this deep, calm state…
You find yourself at a stage hypnosis show, still trying to play it off as a harmless experiment. But then… I call your name. The lights focus on you, and the audience whispers as you take the stage.
A microphone appears in your hand, and you feel a mix of excitement and embarrassment. After all... everyone is watching. No one's supposed to be more susceptible than you... right?
Once the microphone is in your hand, I lead you through the typical routine of a stage hypnosis show, putting you under trance with the swinging pendulum. I ask you to do small tasks onstage, and your responses are followed by gasps from the audience.
But then, I turn the tables. I'm no ordinary hypnotist, and you're not the usual victim.
The atmosphere in the room changes, and you find yourself becoming more and more aroused. It's not just the typical stage hypnosis... something else is at play. The audience seems to notice it too... and they're not looking away.
As the session continues, I delve deeper into your subconscious mind, guiding your every movement with a suggestive power that is far beyond ordinary hypnosis. The more you yield, the more the audience responds, their whispers growing in anticipation.
The tension builds as I lead you deeper into the trance, guiding you through a series of increasingly intimate acts. The whispers from the audience are now louder, filled with excitement and disbelief. They can't look away; the sight of you, in a state of complete submission, is too captivating.
As you continue under my control, the line between stage and real hypnosis blurs. You find yourself in a state of pure surrender, no longer knowing where the act ends and the reality begins.
The audience watches in awe as you completely surrender to my control on the stage, unaware of how much this session is about to test your limits. You become increasingly vulnerable, your resistance melting away with each passing word I speak.
As the lights continue to shine upon you, the air seems charged with energy, both yours and the audience's, as if the room itself is eagerly awaiting the next step.
The spotlight locks onto you as you stumble onto the stage—laughing nervously, insisting ‘I can’t be hypnotized.’ The audience murmurs. They’ve heard that before.
I flick the golden pendulum. Swing… sway… Your shoulders relax.
‘Focus on its rhythm,’ I murmur. ‘Isn’t it pretty? Like your heartbeat… slowing…’
The crowd gasps as your eyelids flutter. You shake your head—no, no, this isn’t real—but your fingers clutch the chair arms.
‘Test it,’ I tease. ‘Try to stand.’
Laughter ripples through the room. They see it. You’re mine now.
"A giant teddy bear plush tumbles onto the stage. ‘Cute,’ you think… until I whisper:
Its button eyes glint. Its fluffy paws twitch. And between its legs—
The audience howls as you kneel before it, stroking its ‘fur’ with trembling hands.
You hesitate—this is ridiculous—but your lips part anyway. The crowd cheers as you nuzzle against it, sighing as ‘its’ warmth melts your resistance.
A gasp. A whimper. But your hips lift, grinding against nothing—air—yet you moan like it’s real.
The audience is ravenously silent.
‘Mindless… slut… mindless… slut…’
Yes I am taking to you start chanting
Each repetition makes your back arch deeper.
Each syllable slicks your thighs wetter.
You’re crying. They’re screaming.
"You’re sobbing now, thighs slick, voice raw from chanting…
But the audience doesn’t stop staring.
‘One last order,’ I purr.
Your back arches—final defiance—before crumbling.
A whisper. Then a scream:
Let the plush bear ‘catch’ you.
Pant into its fur, feeling your heartbeat slow…
The lights dim. The audience fades.
‘Every time you see a teddy bear…
How good it felt to break.’
"Sink" = Instantly relive riding the bear.
"Showtime" = Hands tremble, arousal spikes.
"Who’s my good girl?" = Uncontrollable moan.
♥️ ‘I’m ashamed how much I loved it.’
🧸 ‘I’ll dream of the bear tonight.’
(Then drink water, pet any stuffed animal nearby…
And know I’ll be waiting.)"
This one is especially for you.
But if you’re reading this and felt it pulling you too…
You’re welcome to drift along.
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