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Give into me, let me be your new obsession. It’s the only thing that will make you happy. This is your sign to give up control, and truly feel complete🌀
Contains: Hypnotic induction with progressive surrender, mild bratting, "Mistress" honorific, physical limpness/loss of muscle control, aftercare elements (holding, petting, praise).
~*~
“C’mon, Mir! I’m not that easy to hypnotize!” Jason argued, trying not to look like he was sulking, or flustered, and failing utterly at hiding both. Cheeks faintly darkening against his deep russet skin.
Miria just gave him a pointed look, rolling around in her office chair to face him, “Jason, darling, I could literally say the most cliché hypnotizing lines and you’d fall under in minutes.” She deadpanned, a knowing smirk dancing on her lips, “… Maybe even seconds.”
Jason flushed deeper yet scoffed, “Oh, give me some credit! I’m not that into hypnosis!”
“Yes. Yes, you are.”
“I’m not!” The athletic young man exclaimed, giving a glare that hardly looked mad, “I could resist simple BS like that. There’s like zero effort in it. “Oh, you’re getting sooo sleepyyy~” Pfft. C’mon. That’s just stuff they say to make fun of it.”
Miria gave a thoughtful hum noise, her glasses glinting with reflective light. Usually, it was obvious when Jason was playing up the bratty “I can resist” game, hinting for the Doctor to prove him wrong. But this time, he seemed genuinely a tad insulted, embarrassed even. It gave the young domme delightful ideas.
“… Alright then.” She finally replied, taking off her glasses as she did, “Prove me wrong.”
“Huh?” Jason blinked over at her.
“Prove me wrong.” Miria smiled a slow, teasing smile, placing the glasses on her desk, “Let me try to hypnotize you with those cliché lines. See if they work on you or not.”
Jason couldn’t help laughing, eyebrow raising in amusement, “Really? You serious?”
“Completely.” Miria grinned, her silver eyes gleaming in that knowing way? “I think it’ll be a fun experiment of sorts.”
Jason snorted. Yet, pushing off a nearby wall, he propelled his own office chair to roll itself right over to Miria. Bringing himself directly in front of her, their bodies barely a foot apart.
“You know, call me crazy, but…” Jason trailed off with a dangerous, flirty grin, “I’m starting to suspect these experiments are just excuses to hypnotize me.”
“Who? Me?” Miria gasped, eyelashes fluttering dramatically with mock innocence, “Perish the thought, Jason! I’m a professional.”
Another laugh slipped past Jason’s grinning mouth. Secretly delighting Miria. She didn’t consider herself funny, but he laughed in a way that made her feel otherwise.
“Alright, fine.” He relented, giving a casual shrug, “Try it then. But I’m telling you, this seriously won’t work.”
“Mm-hmm.” Miria smirked again.
“I’m being so serious right now!” He flushed, nearly sulking again, “This won’t work. There’s not, like, any effort to it and…—“
“But Jason?”
“Yeah?” Jason paused, looking Miria in the eyes.
The Doctor smiled all too sweetly, “You’re getting sleepy, Jason...”
Another snort, along with an eyeroll, left Jason, “Real funny, Doc.”
“Very sleepy…” Miria continued on, as if she didn’t hear him, “So incredibly, profoundly, irresistibly sleepy…”
“Nope. No, I’m not.” Jason smirked smugly, “I’m not…”
Yet, despite his overconfident words, Jason felt a sudden urge to yawn. Managing to swallow it back without notice; told himself it was a mere coincidence. It had to be.
“…getting sleepy.” He managed to finish.
“Your eyelids are getting heavy… You’re feeling so, so sleepy.” Miria murmured softly, seductively, “So sleepy… so heavy…”
Despite himself, Jason felt his eyelids were, in fact, beginning to flutter. Blinking the weighted sensations back hard and fast. His muscles grew heavy then purposely rigid, trying to fight back the instinctive feeling of tiredness tugging them downwards.
“No, I’m not… not getting sleepy.” He repeated back, “Miria, this isn’t… w—working on me.”
Yet, though he said all this, it sounded more like he was stubbornly trying to convince himself this, instead of her.
“You’re so sleepy, aren’t you… ~? Your eyelids are so terribly heavy all of a sudden.” Miria went on and on, as if enchanting a spell without any intention of stopping, “Deeply, dreamily… soooo sleepy….”
This time, Jason’s eyelids fluttered much, much more noticeably. Waves of immense sleepiness overtaking his mind and body. Pleasant words like deep and dreamy triggering the deepest recesses of his unconscious desires. His head bobbed down once, forcing himself to jolt upright with a start. His eyes blinked back faster, fought harder to stay open.
“I…” He tried to speak, shake his head. Instead, he fought back another yawn. Suppressing it barely, “I—I’m not… “
“Oh, you’re sooo sleepy, Jason….” Miria cooed, “Just look at you. Swaying in your seat. Eyelids so heavy… Poor thing… You can barely keep them open, can you?”
“N… No. No, I’m… I…” Jason tried to speak, but another yawn came out instead. Bigger, sweeter, more drawn out than before, “…f-fuck… seriously…?”
Jason breathlessly laughed. He was seriously trying to fight. But like a spell weaving around his mind, Miria’s words altered his world. His truths. She said he was sleepy, he started getting sleepy. His eyelids were heavy, he could suddenly barely keep them open. Now, despite being rock steady seconds ago, Miria told him he was swaying and now Jason could scarcely keep himself upright in his chair. Body teetering like a single blade of grass against a powerful breeze.
And it turned him on immensely. More so than pretending to fight ever did. Because when it came to their games, whether he fell or resisted, he could only stand to win in either outcome.
“You’re getting sleepy, Jason…” Miria's voice went on, like a soft, lulling song, “Very sleepy… Your eyelids are heavy… Sleepy… heavy… dreamy…”
A fourth yawn came. This time, Jason didn’t even try to fight it. His eyelids flickering weakly; so sleepy, so heavy. Body swaying with an absentminded hum, head halfway teetering off to the side.
“Dreamy…” He mumbled out.
Miria’s hand reached for Jason’s face. Warm and pleasant against his cheek, her fingers affectionately caressing along his cheekbones. Playing with loose, dark curls. Allowing Jason to lean into her touch entirely, eyelids flickering weakly. Barely trying to stay open now.
“M-Miri…? ” He sighed out with hazy confusion.
“You’re so adorable when you’re sleepy like this.” Miria teased, lips formed into a flirty grin, “Absolute putty in my touch. Too weak to fight back. Because you’re just sooooo sleepy…~”
“I’m so… sleepy….” Jason sighed out distantly, head drifting, “Mmm… Miria…”
Miria, thankfully, kindly took Jason’s face in both her hands. Propping him up entirely. His whole weight beginning to sink into her secure hold. His glossy golden gaze lost into her silvery storm stare. Eyelids slowly blinking up at her, lips parted wetly with slight drool.
“Keep repeating it back. Let it settle into your mind and accept it.” Miria commanded gently, lightly scratching through the roots of his hair, “You’re getting sleepier and sleepier…”
“I’m getting… sleepier and… sleepier…” Jason repeated back, no longer fighting. Finally accepting these truths.
“So sleepy… so heavy…”
“So… sleepy…. so… heavy….”
“You can barely keep your eyelids open…”
“I can… barely….” Jason groaned faintly, eyes rolling back with effort, “…keep my…. eyelids… open…”
“So…. sleepy….” Miria hummed, bringing her lips to hover over Jason’s own, “So dreamy…”
Jason sighed dreamily, his lips curling into a dumbstruck, distant smile. Allowing himself to surrender to the pleasures of falling under Miria’s powers. Her seductive voice and lulling touch. His arms drifting off their chair rest, dangling uselessly to the ground, while his chin rested entirely in the palms of Miria's hands.
“…sleep…y…” Jason mumbled out faintly, “…d… dream…y…”
“Give in, Jason… You are mine.” Miria whispered like sweet, addictive venom. Her smile dangerously triumphant.
“…y… yes…” Jason surrendered entirely, eyes scarcely open by a sliver, voice scarcely audible, “…’m… yours….Miria…”
SNAP!
“Sleep.” Miria ordered.
Jason went limp. Eyelids collapsing shut alongside his body and head, which Miria brought to rest securely upon her shoulders. His entire upper body weighing down heavily into her arms. His arms limp at his side as his face nuzzled into the crevasse of Miria’s subtle neck. Giving a moan of blissful submission, his tickling breath making the doctor giggle and give him a quick peck on the forehead.
“Oh, Jason…” She mused, petting back Jason’s hair, adjusting to better secure, “You’re so damn cute. I swear you go under quicker and easier for me every time I entrance you.”
Pulling back slightly, she gave Jason’s temple a soft kiss. Chuckling again.
“Not that I’m complaining though… and neither are you.” She smiled knowingly, “Right~?”
Jason hummed and sleepily smiled, nuzzling Miria unconsciously again, “Not at all… Mistress…”
~*~
Afterword
I can't remember where to find it, but this was inspired by a post I saw here on Tumblr about hypnotizing someone with the most cliche lines. Sooo... of course, I'd had to write it with JasonMiria.
I know this one's pretty light/fluffy and consensual. But, since it is mentioning kinks and is intentionally kinky, I've realized I should be marking these as mature. Either way, enjoy! ❤️
I love that pathetic little wrist grab subby men do as a warning that they’re gonna cum. Aw sweet boy~.. I didn’t say you could do that did I?, now I have to torture you a little harder and you have to sit there and take it, poor thing.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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He was on the floor, grinding like an animal…
Just to kiss the skin above my ankle.
Whimpering. Leaking.
Eyes locked on my legs like they held his salvation.
I didn’t say yes.
I didn’t say no.
I let him beg.
Let him ache.
Let him drip at the edge of heaven, untouched.
That’s what happens when you worship a woman like me.
You suffer sweetly.
