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There are two aspects of it.

To not be in control means you don’t know what is coming next. But you do know that whatever comes, you will follow. With this comes fear and fear can be arousing. Fear comes with elevated heart rate, faster breathing, involuntary reaction to stimuli. Arousal brings those too.

But then there is the other side of not being in control. A sense of comfort, a reduction in stress. The tough choices are being made for you. The worry of a wrong decision is gone since you’re no longer making those decisions. To give up control is to submit.

In erotic hypnosis you get both.

The relaxation of the trance evokes the second type. You sink to the words of your hypnotist knowing that they are going to relieve you of the demand to make decisions. The letting go of the stress drives you deeper into their control as you give up control. You sink. You drop.

But once you are deep enough and control is lost there is the first type. The mantra of obedience is pleasure has been burned into your mind. When you say “I will obey” you have no idea what is to come. Will they order you to expose yourself in public? Will they demand the truth to the most humiliating questions? Will be commanded to do things you had always swore you would never do? All you know is that you WILL obey. The fear and the excitement becomes one.

It’s been… months, probably, since you’ve chosen what you eat for a meal, I don’t think you’d be able to think of three of them a day anymore. It’s been even longer than that since you’ve chosen your own clothes. I can’t remember the last time you washed your own hair. If I gave you my phone to call for a rescue, would you know how to use it or would you stare at it empty-eyed, like the animal I’ve turned you into? You should be grateful I do so much for you.

Not to mention all that horrible human life stuff I’ve let you get out of. Do you remember resumes? Job hunting? Rent? Do you even know how much the mortgage on this house is? I mean, honestly, did you even know that I own the house that I keep you in? I’d never throw in your face how much I spend, thats my responsibility as your captor, but do you consider how little you have to think about? You don’t wanna be thrown back to the wolves. It would just crush a helpless little thing like you.

What’s so good out there, pet? You eat from my hand, and I feed you well. You wear nice clothes I picked out just for you and I dress you up every day. The bed in your cage is soft and comfortable. You get to spend most of your day drawing or making things or kneeling by my desk while I work. You used to complain about never reading and now you go through the books I give you so quickly, I worry the library will get suspicious. Isn’t this how you’re meant to live? Isn’t this what’s good for you?