Sebby's Stupor State

(Day 3 of Hypnovember)

Every person's day is spent resisting temptation of some variety, from the mundane sleeping through their alarms, to the much more fierce and onward. Yours however, yours is writ plainly on your face. Someone mentions how nice that outfit looks as you shop, but all you can look at is that mannequin it's on.

Having to resist the thought, hoping no one sees it. But someone saw it. It's the same look when you accidentally come across a spiral. The half glazed over eyes before perking up in sheer embarrassment, hoping to somehow wipe away that that even just happened.

Even in a safe space, you try so hard to resist that which you crave. The pendant dangling in front of you, the voice in your ears. You even try resisting saying that you like it as you're stuck stock frozen -perhaps standing in an artistic mannequin pose, or sitting in an elegant pinup position- eyes pointed in one spot and mouth stuck in a smile. They close the door, leaving you there for a bit, so your resistance will chip away. And oh it shall.

It shall indeed.

Until your brain chips away.

(Day 2 of Hypnovember)

is the fog your brain swims through as you sit half in trance. As your Dom circles you and kisses your forehead with the lightest of pecks. Yet this lightest of pecks sends you higher into the confusion, the arousal, the bliss.

"Tell me," They murmur in one ear, maybe adding a pet name you think you might adore before moving to the other, breath hot against your ear. "what is..." They say words, a question, but the words filter out, concepts rush before you that you would typically know, typically recall but, you don't even know what that weird stretched out circle is. This one: 0

(Day 1 of Hypnovember, a prompt list by @qualifiedcutie)

The anticipation kills you doesn't it, bringing up hypno and seeing their face darken in preparation for what they're thinking of doing to you. Watching their fingers stick together or watching them type, hearing them go down a few octaves before speaking normally again. Sultry, normal, sultry, normal, in a never ending loop made to make you go MAD. Anticipating, for minutes? You give in after a while, let it happen, but eventually you just feel like begging.

But that's what they want isn't it, for you to beg for trance. To prove to them you are nothing but the hypno loving sub they say you are. That they made you to be because you let them talk with your mind, to make those arrangements that you know you'd enjoy.

They anticipate your anticipation to shift to annoyance, to desperation. They want it just as much as you want to be dropped and used. It becomes a game of chicken, depending on your dom. You already have an idea of who wins. Yet still you get so excited. So, so, excited.

All of you playing a multiplayer game together and just when you're about to win: "Freeze." And now you finished last, how embarrassing of a fumble. They tease you for your inability to finish the match and you go to protest before someone else: "Gibberish." And now you're babbling off in nonsense, trying to explain your side and unable to stop talking in a made up language. "Aw look at them they can't talk right! What happened to your words?"

Just when you think it couldn't get worse (or better, you'd say to yourself deep down), they return your words only for them to take away something else, your intelligence.

And so you spend the rest of the night being dumb and obedient for the group, getting more and more naughty requests and triggers your way as the night draws on.