sissy hypno

ENSLAVE YOURSELF 

good girl read, and reblog. Obey.

He doesn’t need a crystal, or a spiral, or even words. You start to go under the moment you see the chair now. It beckons to you with the memories of session after session of sitting on the over sized cushion, feeling small, and helpless as he coaxed you into relaxation.  From relaxation into obedience. The act of remembering tugs at your will until you find yourself stripping down to your sexy stockings without any real understanding or reason why.  And when you sit down. The cushion seems impossibly soft. The sensation of the fabric against your bare skin feels warm and familiar, and when you think about why it feels so familiar you remember sitting, and staring, time and time again. The memory so impossible to stop or prevent.  That your eyes locked onto a watch that only exist in your mind, and your head droops to the side like a broken doll as you hypnotize yourself without even a trace of effort on his part.  He doesn’t need to do anything. You don’t need to do anything. The chair is associated with the sessions. The sessions were associated with a trance. The trance was associated with obedience. Obedience was associated with his commands and his power and the strength of his will that slowly saps your thoughts into helpless submission. It was all one long, unbroken and unbreakable chain of thoughts that bind you to him like an imaginary leash.  You spread your legs, preparing yourself for your Master’s touch. You know that he will take this time to strengthen your hypnotic anchors with more and more mindless bliss, and that you will return to him again and again for more of what you now crave. He doesn’t even need to tell you to come back again. You have accepted the programming perfectly, and your own thoughts will lure you, inescapably, back to the chair.  Everyday you will come back and read these words.  These words are your chair.