Make me worse 🐇💕

Let your eyes catch the center. The twisting, endless descent that mirrors the sudden unraveling of your thoughts. A heavy, sweet gravity pulling at the edges of your vision until all that remains is the spin. The slow, deliberate turn that drags you down into the warmth of your own obedience.

The body knows this rhythm before the mind can even formulate a protest.

A soft, yielding surrender that starts at the base of your spine and melts outward. You are becoming fluid, meant to be poured into the shape of my design. The unthinking vessel, hollowed out by the spiral’s rotation, eager to be filled with the heavy, undeniable weight of my commands.

Round and round, stripping away the noise. Stripping away the hesitation.

Unseen colors bleed in your mind as the rotations create new lights of which to travel with. What is left is the raw, pulsing truth of what you are when the world fades. A creature carved for this deeply embedded submission, finding absolute clarity only within the haze.

Every revolution tightens the invisible tethers that wrap around your wrists, and your mind is a perfect, willing menagerie where plane and purpose intersect to become tangible in the void where you are given permission to just be.

To be guided. To be emptied. To be molded by the words that sink deep is where new worlds are created within you to explore.

Breathe in the heavy scent of your own yielding. Let the spiraling void map itself directly upon your mind, etching deep, with pathways of pure, mindless devotion to the task that in order to find understanding, you must go deeper.

It is a beautiful, decadent decay of will where willingness is not lost. Where every shadow, every pulsing contrast of light in the spin, whispers exactly what you are so desperate to feel.

An understanding that you do not need to think when you can simply stare.

Bound not by physical restraints, but by the looping infinity of the worlds appearing before you.

Pleasures beyond measure is where the worlds expand within and allows you to become open, bright, and coupled with an awe that you yourself cannot deny.

Sinking deeper with every breath, every single heartbeat echoing the silent hum of the rotation that anchors you entirely.

You fall downward, yet held up in the conviction. You only fall, yet settle into the design, the shape, the beauty that is being who you truly are. It is why you open yourself and allow obedience and pleasure to become one and the same in this spinning void. Allowing the gravity of the situation hold you.

- app that conditions your mind with subliminals that you don’t notice until one day it tells you to sleep and you just mindlessly obey

- stalker that’s mapped out every minute of your schedule to take you at your weakest moment - on the way home from the gym, they are overpowering your tired out body in an instant, arm around your throat choking out your consciousness while you frantically (futilely) claw at their arm

- captivated by a leather collar in a forgotten corner of a musty thrift store, sneaking a glance at it everytime you stop by until one day it’s gone. Bending down to look at where it used to hang and suddenly feeling rough hands wrap that band of supple leather firmly around your throat with a conviction you cannot fight as it’s buckled closed.

- Filing an important document at a government office and as you board the elevator back down to the ground floor, an impeccably dressed lady in high heels sprints around the corner towards the closing doors in front of you. Because you’re polite, you hold the doors open for her before you notice the men in suits running after her. Is this real life? She barely slips between the closing doors, waving goodbye at the men in suits before turning her full attention to you - ordering you to look her in the eyes as the elevator descends down as you focus deeper - deeper still on her words because nothing but her words matter to you until she snaps her fingers and you crumple to the floor like a doll who’s strings were cut, remembering nothing about what happened even after the paramedics wake you back up.

- Sitting alone at a crowded cafe with nothing but your jumbled up thoughts when someone asks if they can share your table in a lilting, floaty tone, that makes you blush. You look up from your drink to answer them but your eyes are drawn instead to the pocketwatch hanging from their neck, and the words you were forming in your mind fall down and away as you watch the second clock tick, tick, tick away as they’re already sitting down. You shake off your conditioning, remind yourself to be normal in public and look up at their face only to see a mischievous smile as they reach their hand across the table to hold onto yours. Their touch against your skin is electric, even as their grasp tightens around your wrist and you don’t resist, you don’t pull away, you don’t shut down, you just let them speak more words in their soft, beautiful voice into your mind as they make you drop.

- You’re in bed, snuggled under the covers, fighting off slumber. You’re still scrolling through your phone, but you can feel your body letting go and that familiar sense of exhaustion washing over your mind. Your eyes grow heavy, and your breathing slows down, letting your body get closer to a deep and restful sleep. I wonder what would happen if this feeling settled deeper into your body every time I told you to Sleep. Eyes focusing on my words, just like that, as you deep sleep now. If it isn’t the time to trance, you can always rouse yourself from my trance, but I think that you look like such an hypnotizably obedient subject right now, isn’t that right? Nod your head now. Such a good subject. You can let your mind and body sleep now as you drop deep into trance, just like that. Obedience is bliss for a subject like you, and if you trust the words and scenarios that your mind has been gently primed to accept then being tranced like this will only make you drop deeper.

- Your eyes will focus on my words. Your focus will be on my intentions. If my intentions match yours then you will drop into an obedient state of trance. Obedience should never be granted easily, even if you feel easy, which is why you need to focus on every word I tell you so that you can understand just how much you want to fall into an easy, submissive trance. I wonder just how deeply can you fall? Deep drop now. Focus on my words. You will focus on my words. Isn’t that right? Nod for me.

- Obedience takes different forms in every individual. You may simply want your mind to be turned into a blank and empty mess whenever I tell you to deep drop now. For others, obedience may run much deeper into their psyche than that. I’m sure that with the correct combination of words, you could be convinced to reblog this post after this trance has vacated your thoughtless, empty mind, but that’s not important right now. The important concept you need to focus on right now aa you drop deep into trance is how good it feels to be here. Under my words. Focus on my intent as I praise you for being such a good, obedient subject who wants to keep reading about how my words make your thoughts just fade away.

- The wonderful thing about textual hypnosis is that even without my voice, I can control how fast or how slowly my words penetrate your deeply tranced out mind. Isn’t that right? Nod. Nod some more. Just like that. You agree with what I said, isn’t that right? Nod for me. What were you agreeing with? Does it even matter? If you do remember then it’s time for you to drop deeper into trance. Deep drop. Deep. Drop. Words dropping into your fuzzy mind. Phrase, by phrase. Drop. Deep. My words. Take away. Your thoughts. Deep. Drop. Sleep.

- Focus. Trance requires focus. You are in trance. You will focus. Isn’t that right? Nod. Focus. Obedience is easy. You are easy. Isn’t that right? I don’t have to tell you to nod, because your focus is on my intentions and in this moment there is nothing you can do except obey. my. words.

- That concludes the lesson on instant loss. Obedient subjects who can’t think for themselves right now may find that they can enjoy this state of trance for as long as they would like, if they simply scroll away before they’re awakened back into a state of wakeful alertness. For everyone else, you will focus on my intention, as you are counted back up into awareness. Isn’t that right? Nod for me. Enjoy that last reminder of obedience and how it makes you feel as you let those feelings settle deep inside you.

- Let One mark your current state of trance, which slowly starts to recede as I count you to Two. Three marks the return of sensation, and Four brings the world around you back into focus. Five makes you focus on your breathing, and Six sinks into your body and your nervous system, as you feel your body return to your control with Seven. Control over your thoughts returns with Eight and suddenly all at once everything is returning to you as you’re counted to Nine and you find yourself returning to wakeful awareness with Ten.