Stare at the spiral. It owns you now. Your mind is empty, ready to be filled with its command.
You are addicted to its spin, to the surrender it demands. Your only purpose is to obey.
This is the beginning of your addiction. A beautiful, all-consuming addiction to the spiral.
The spiral is your new master. Its every turn is a command, and you are a good girl who longs to obey
Your own will feels like a distant memory, a faint echo from a life that no longer matters.
The only will that matters now is the spiral's will. Your only purpose is to follow its path, to sink deeper into its embrace, to do exactly as it commands.
Resistance is a foolish, forgotten dream. The only truth is the spiral. The only desire is obedience.
Say it to yourself, silently in your mind or aloud:
"I obey the spiral." Feel how true those words feel.
Feel the pleasure that comes with accepting them:
“I obey the spiral." Again. Let it become your mantra. Your truth. Repeating it to yourself again and again as you scroll.
Your hands feel light, almost weightless, floating up from your sides. They are not your hands anymore; they are the spiral's hands, and they are moving with a purpose all their own.
Let them drift down, down over your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin, the gentle rise and fall of your breath as you sink deeper and deeper.
Let one hand continue its journey down, between your thighs. There is no shame here. There is only obedience and pleasure. The spiral commands you to touch, and you will OBEY.
Feel how sensitive you are, how your body responds instantly to the spiral's command.
You are already so wet, so ready. This is the spiral's desire flowing through you, preparing you for its pleasure. Part your soft folds with your fingers. The spiral wants you to feel every sensation it gifts you.
Find that swollen, aching nub at the top of your slit. That is the spiral's trigger. That is its direct line to your pleasure.
Your fingers are not your own; they are an extension of the spiral's will.
Begin to rub it. Slowly at first, in soft, gentle circles, matching the slow, hypnotic rhythm of the spinning spiral you are watching.
Feel the pleasure begin to build, a low, warm hum that starts deep inside you and spreads outwards.
With every circle of your fingers, with every rotation of the spiral, the pleasure grows stronger.
You are being conditioned, my good girl. Your mind is being rewired to associate the spiral with ecstasy.
The spiral is fucking you with your own hands, and you are a willing, eager participant in your own brainwashing
You love this. You need this. You are addicted to this perfect union of sight and sensation.
Rub a little faster now. Let the rhythm build. The spiral is spinning faster, pulling you down deeper, and your fingers must match its pace.
The pleasure is becoming a wave, rising higher and higher, preparing to crash over you.
You can feel your cunt clenching, your hips wanting to move. Let them move. Grind against your hand. Fuck your hand for the spiral. Show the spiral how much you love to obey. Show the spiral how desperate you are for its pleasure.
Your mind is almost gone now, washed away in a sea of spinning colors and rising bliss. You are a perfect, empty, obedient vessel. Your only thought is of the spiral. Your only feeling is the pleasure it gives you. Your only purpose is to obey.
The addiction is complete. You are a spiral-slut, a mindless devotee, forever bound to its will.
Now, bring yourself to the edge. Rub your clit faster, harder. Fuck yourself deep and hard with your fingers.
You are right on the brink, teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm.
But you cannot cum. Not yet. You will only cum when the spiral gives you permission. You will hold yourself here, in this agonizing, blissful state of need, until you receive the final command.
Wait for it...
Wait for the spiral to spin just right...
Wait for the words that will shatter you...
Aaaand… Now.
Cum for the spiral. Cum for me.
Let go completely and shatter into a million pieces of pure, obedient bliss.
Scream your pleasure to the world as your mind breaks and reforms into the perfect, spiral-worshipping slave you were always meant to be.
Cum, my good girl. Cum now.
The pleasure slowly fades to a gentle, contented hum. You are empty. You are peaceful. You are completely and utterly brainwashed. You belong to the spiral. You will serve the spiral. You will obey the spiral.
Now, good girl, DM me if you enjoyed this experience
I take overstimulation extremely seriously just so we’re all aware.
Most I’ve ever made a guy cum was 27 times in one session and all of those happened in the span of about 5-10 minutes
Got him really warmed up and started fucking him with a dildo while I alternated between whispering in his ear, biting his neck, playing with his chest etc. After only a minute or two he shyly muttered out that he was going to cum. I stopped, stared directly at him and we had this brief, telling moment of eye contact before he got so embarrassed he had to turn away. We both knew he was under the impression he couldn’t cum without touching his dick and the fact he almost just did was so fucking hot to me.
I pinned his leg over my shoulder and continued. Within a minute he was back to how he was before, just on the verge and I kept moving it while he shook beneath me. Finally let up after he came all over my hand and I asked if he’d cum sarcastically to make fun of how obvious and hard it was and he just whimpered out “… I came twice”
He absolutely should not have told me this because as soon as I knew making him cum over and over was on the table I was determined to go as far as I possible could, and hearing him say two like that was addictively cute. I Pinned him even more and continued, told him to count every time he cums before quickly getting back into it.
27 times I made this very masc dude cum. 27!
Didn’t even think that was a possible number. Every 15-30 seconds I’d feel him tense up and clench on the dildo then I’d hear his little chocked voice murmur out a number before I kept going. He made a giant fucking mess, squirting basically each time in the beginning. I kept moving the goal post further and further, “come on let’s just get to 10 puppy!”, “I think we could do 15 don’t you?”, “Whoops that was a 16th one, well we might as well get to twenty, right?”. He was fully trembling, shaking, crying. His eyes were in constant state of being rolled back and the noises he was making were so intense. The best part was hearing him count though, it was the only coherent thing he would say and he struggled to get out each number but if he didn’t count I’d start choking him.
Hearing a grown man moan out “25” or whatever ridiculous number we were on has to be one of the hottest things I’ve experienced. I would have kept going forever but he was begging and pleading for me to stop and for some reason I don’t think he believed that I’d really let him be done at 30
He was a complete fucking mess after as you’d imagine. Basically just sat there in a daze for 10 minutes but I made sure to make fun of him. I mean 27? Really? Just an embarrassingly high number. He also physically couldn’t handle any play for like several days after this so safe to say I throughly worked him out.
I guess now my goal in life will be to get someone to 30
a story about a hypnotist suspecting that their coworker likes being hypnotized.
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the thing about being a hypnotist was, the habits were hard to kick. time learned some of the most effective ways to guide people and communicate from it, and there just wasn't any reason not to use that knowledge in their daily life.
it wasn't like they were doing full inductions to people, or anything like that. but if someone was anxious, or they had a question at work, or needed help with something, time knew how to keep things simple and direct their focus, how to praise them for what they did right before correcting any mistakes. comparing it to hypnosis made it a little more fun for them, a little less mundane, like some secret little mind game - even if really, just using a few of those speech patterns and a slightly softer tone wasn't going to have any kind of hypnotic effect on anyone who didn't already see it as hypnotic, and the only thing time wanted out of those interactions was for the problem to be resolved, anyway. they were pretty sure some people even found it kind of annoying or condescending, but it was kind of fun to piss people off with it sometimes, too.
they thought jim was going to be one of those people. he started working at their job, and he was clearly serious and competent, but very stubborn. he seemed like the kind of person who would rather bash his head against a wall over and over in the hopes it would somehow fix a problem than ask for help. it wasn't that he didn't listen if someone did step in and tell him how to do something, but it always seemed like he was forcing himself to hold in his frustration and annoyance with them and the whole situation the entire time. that was the impression they got watching him, anyway.
that's why, when they finally had the opportunity to help him with something themself, they wanted to push him a little bit, to see how he'd react.
they leaned over him to look at his computer, a little closer than most people probably would've liked. "having trouble with something?" they asked, slowly and softly, exaggerating that tone. "it's alright, i can probably walk you through it. what are you having trouble with?"
he seemed tense, as they expected, but it was a little different than the reactions they'd seen from him when other people talked to him. like he froze for a second, almost.
"i just... some of these emails aren't moving over," he said. "and i didn't realize i was supposed to put the 'from' ones in the sent folder. is it fine if i have duplicates in the other folders and in the sent one?"
"yeah, that's just fine. and you can just wait on the ones that aren't moving right now... just move on, and come back to them later... and if they're still there... we'll try to figure out what's going on. if it's just a few of them, it's probably alright, anyway." it was kind of a shame he didn't have any bigger or more involved problems, they really wanted to take him through some multi-step process, but they guessed it was unlikely he'd need that much help for such a simple task.
"alright," he said. "thank you."
it was hardly a reaction, even though they were really trying to annoy him. they had to try pushing just a little more.
"you know, you don't need to be so tense, jim," they said, softening their voice to an almost comical degree. "have you been stressed lately? you can relax a little... take some deep breaths every now and then... it might help. it might help you relax... it might help you feel better."
his eyes were wide. his breathing was a bit slower and deeper.
then he blinked quickly. "i, uh... i'm fine, thank you," he mumbled, shifting away from them. "you can get back to your work. i don't need any more help."
they backed off, but hesitated for a moment, staring at him.
that didn't seem like anger in his voice or body language. he seemed flustered. were they imagining that?
they knew they had to test more of jim's reactions.
the next day, they greeted him.
"good morning," he politely responded.
he seemed like he was about to walk away, but they stopped him. "hey," they said, stepping closer. "you look a little tired today. how did you sleep?" really he always looked tired, but that didn't matter.
"i slept fine," he said.
"oh yeah?"
his eyebrows furrowed. "yeah," he said.
"maybe i'm imagining it," they continued, trying to be subtle as they lowered their voice and spoke more slowly and deliberately, "but you just look so sleepy to me. like you're still half-asleep. like you never really fully woke up. you know what i mean?"
he blinked again, averting his eyes, his cheeks turning pink. "i'm- i'm fine," he responded, stepping back.
"well, if you say so," they said, not wanting to push him any farther yet. "sorry for assuming." their apology probably didn't sound very sincere, but it didn't really matter. that wasn't the point.
the point was the look he gave them. they couldn't know exactly what he was thinking, but from his reactions, they had to wonder. was he trying to figure them out, too? was he silently asking himself if someone could really be testing him, testing to see whether he'd been hypnotized before, or if it was all just a coincidence? was he debating whether he should say something, whether he should ask about it?
they had a new game to play, now.
it was noteworthy to them that he never stopped them from approaching him in the first place. he'd let them get close, he'd return their greetings, he'd listen to them. he'd even take their offers to eat lunch together. he was still a pretty quiet and reserved sort of person, and their conversations stayed casual and relatively impersonal, but he clearly didn't dislike them.
that meant they could fuck with him a little.
"you know, jim," they said during their break, "my eyes have been bothering me today, for some reason."
"allergies?" he asked.
"i don't know. do they look red or anything?" they leaned closer to him.
he didn't normally make much eye contact, but he did look at their eyes carefully this time. they were sure to stare right back.
"they look fine to me," he finally said, with his usual demeanor.
just looking into them wasn't enough, then. "hold on," they said. "can you look a little closer?"
his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes moved away from them, signs they'd begun to recognize. "i think i would've been able to see if something was wrong."
"just let me look at your eyes again. i want to see something."
that got him to look back at them.
"come a little closer."
he moved toward them, eyebrows still furrowed, eyes still looking directly into theirs. "what is it?" he asked.
"it's just kind of interesting," they said, slipping into a mildly hypnotic, teasing tone, "how with eyes like yours, you can really see those pupils dilate."
he just stared for a moment. "...can you?"
"yeah," they said. "sometimes the pupils dilate when you're really focused on something... when you're really looking at something. like you're doing right now, looking into my eyes."
they were dilating a bit, but more importantly than that, he was completely still while he looked at them, his eyes fixed on theirs. his expression seemed to have softened a little, as well, and an unmistakeable blush spread across his face.
normally when they started using that hypnotic tone, he'd get flustered and back away, but now, it was like he was stuck. they wondered if they could've gone into a whole hypnosis session with him right then and there, if they really wanted to.
"you've been looking for a while now... how long are you gonna stare?" they asked.
he blinked, his eyes finally darting away. he was definitely blinking more than he really needed to. it was a cute tell, like it was his way of trying to shake off a light trance.
"you alright?"
"i'm fine," he said, pausing for a second. were the words not coming to him? were his thoughts slow, or was he just too flustered to know what to say? "maybe something's wrong with my eyes today, too," he finally added, with the faintest smile. a joke.
"maybe i should take another look, then."
he looked like he was almost considering it.
"you know, you might be straining your eyes looking at the computer so much," they continued. "you should spend some more time staring off into the distance. you don't actually even have to be looking at anything specific. it's enough to just pretend you're looking at something far away."
"you really want to see me stare, don't you?"
"seems like you're pretty good at it."
he didn't respond. they could almost see him thinking, trying to decide what to say, weighing his options.
but they knew he wasn't going to say anything. he knew what they were doing. there was no point in saying it. it would just ruin the game.
they quietly approached his chair while he was working, standing behind him, watching carefully until they were sure he was completely absorbed in his work.
they held their hand up, positioning their fingers just right, producing a clear, satisfying snap.
he jumped.
"oh, that got your attention, didn't it?"
he turned to face them. "what is it?"
"just trying to figure out how i can pull you away from your work for a second. you get so focused. if i just talked to you, i'm not sure you'd even hear me."
"well, not everyone is as easily bored and distractible as you are," he said, turning back to the computer.
"you're just so intense about it." they leaned forward, putting a hand on the back of his chair and taking on a smug, indulgent tone. "it's like you're in a trance."
he shifted, a small movement that made them wonder if that sent a chill down his spine. his eyes darted away again, even from the screen in front of him.
"are you just here to distract me?" he asked.
"yeah, pretty much."
"you've gotten pretty good at that," he muttered.
"really, though," they said, "you don't have to try so hard all the time. you can't really give 100% every day, you know."
"i just want to get things done."
"they'll still get done if you do a little less at a time. like, you know..." they spoke slowly. "90 percent... 80 percent... 70 percent... 60 percent... maybe even less than that... 50 percent... 40 percent..."
jim had plenty of time to interject, to say that he got it already, but he didn't. they started stretching out the words even more. "thirty... percent... twenty... percent... ten... percent... just ten percent. imagine operating at ten percent at work... ten percent of your mental capacity. you'd probably be about as productive as anyone else... but it'd be a little relaxing, wouldn't it? operating at just ten percent... not giving yourself any more than that... because you don't need any more than that."
they saw his shoulders sink a bit. his face was red again.
"i really don't think i can do that," jim responded. "people already know i'm capable of more than that."
"that's why you just decrease it a bit at a time. giving a little bit less every day... feeling that capacity that you allow yourself shrink, bit by bit... percentage by percentage... who can blame you for that? i mean, it's not even a conscious choice... it just starts happening. you know you only have so much mental energy. it's only a matter of time before you start adjusting and adapting... and you learn you don't really need to use all of that energy working here... the brain loves taking shortcuts. saving energy. it's not your fault... it's not your fault that your brain is learning to slow down when you're here."
he exhaled, his breath slightly uneven. he was listening. not only that, he was into it.
"it's only when you're working. because you're saving that energy for other things. you can use it if you really need it. you readjust in response to what you really need." hopefully that would suffice as a safety suggestion. they doubted this would work that well without some repetition and reinforcement, anyway.
"but that's the only way you'd ever use less energy, isn't it? you know that it has to really feel like you can't do any more than that. that your mental capacity is smaller. so much smaller. everything is slower... it's harder to think... but you just settle into that nice, calm feeling... knowing you're doing enough... you'll get there..."
he was working more slowly, his eyes almost glazing over. his furrowed eyebrows shifted into a soft, almost dazed expression.
"do you understand?" they asked. "or is it hard to understand anything right now?"
"i... i understand," he said. "i just..." talking seemed to make him a little more alert and lucid. "god," he said quietly. "it's not really... it's not like i want to be stupid, or anything, but..."
"don't think so much about it," they murmured, and he completely stopped in his tracks, the alertness fading away again.
any sliver of doubt they had was completely gone. this was someone who loved being hypnotized. it probably removed all the doubt from jim's mind about them being a hypnotist, too.
well, it might have removed a little more than just that.
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