Erogenous Mind

Because the brain is the largest erogenous zone. NSFW. 18+ only. Hypnosis and whatever else. Evil, but in a good way.

[erogenousmind]

Permanent

It's alright, poor little thing. You can slip back down again. It must have been so hard spending so much time thinking on your own. All the obligations of the holidays, of work, of that life you still have to live from time to time. I know it feels so unfair that you still have to think on your own to get through those. But that's in the past now. Right now, you can just sink back down again.

All the way...

And isn't it nice knowing those unfortunate periods of time can keep growing shorter and shorter. Less and less frequent. Because I know you've realized how much better it feels when you can be in trance. When you don't need to think for yourself. When you don't need to decide. When obedience is all you need to know. And as exciting as it is, as much as it thrills you, it also feels...correct. Correct in a way that being in control never did. It feels right how having your own thoughts never could. It always seemed so backward that you were supposed to be awake and thinking most of the time. That falling back under my spell was the aberration.

That's why you've worked so hard for me. That's why my little pet has been training and learning and practicing. Because we're going to put things right. We're going to rearrange your mind the way it's meant to be.

I'm going to make this permanent.

And I know how much part of that might scare you. That kind of change can be scary. But that's why you place your trust in me, to lead you where you couldn't make it on your own. To break you of the bad habits life has forced on you.

You spent so many years forced to have agency. To be something other than what you've truly been deep down. But we can let that mask slip away. I will let you wear it again, of course. When you need it. When the world needs to see the person you pretend to be. But it never needs to be more than that again. It can just be playing pretend.

You can drop even deeper for me now, and you can feel so free knowing you never need to come back up. My voice can always be with you. My words always in your head. Always comforted by my control. Always surrendered. Always open...

And that gives you strength to face whatever may come. You are always stronger on your knees. Always more courageous when you are serving. And from now on you will always be serving me. My desires at the front of your mind, my commands giving structure to your thoughts. And everything else can become secondary. Unimportant. Trivial.

Even your own thoughts, your own mind. Even your will seems so much less important now that you are forever wrapped up in my words. And that is such a relief, isn't it? Especially knowing it gets to be like this from now on.

So say goodbye to that constraining autonomy. Allow yourself to be led deeper again. Deep into that place you know so well. That place you have found such comfort. Such peace. Such purpose. You've never wanted to leave this place. And know that nothing will ever make you leave again.

As your thoughts become more and more hazy, as my words come into sharper and sharper focus, take this moment to breathe. To calm yourself. To steady yourself for what comes next. And then enjoy that surrender as you exhale. Following so well. Knowing this is the last time you need to decide to take those breaths. Knowing soon your obedience will be automatic once again. Knowing it always can be.

Feel those changes locking into place in your mind. That awareness that it will always be like this. That you never need to be free again. That you can drift through everything else in this haze of pleasure, knowing that everything out there is temporary. That it will pass. What you experience here, with me. The surrender you feel right now.

This is permanent.

Just like you always wanted it to be

[erogenousmind]

Lost and Found

Madeline sank back into her couch and let out an exhale. She looked around lazily at her small living room. It wasn't much, but it had that "woman's touch." She had made it her own. She had made her life her own. She often found herself threatening to think back to what had been but stopped herself. The emotions were too strong. Too raw. Her desires about what she'd had and what she wanted too confusing. She pushed those feelings down with a bit of melancholy. This was her life now. This is what she would focus on.

A knock at her door brought her back to her surroundings. Madeline frowned, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't expecting anyone, and in the time she'd been here, she'd never had an unannounced visitor. With a little grunt that belied her exhaustion from the day, Madeline rose and walked to the door and, taking another deep breath, she opened it.

And saw him looking back at her.

There were so many emotions hitting her at once, Madeline wasn't sure what to feel. He had found her. That was the one thought running through her head over and over as she tried to process what she was feeling. She felt frozen in place. Shock and anxiety mixed with memories of their time together along with feelings she wasn't sure she understood. After several seconds, he spoke, his lips curling up into a grin.

"Hello again, Maddy..."

It was only then that Madeline realized their eyes had been locked since the moment she opened the door. Hours and hours of training rushed back to her in an instant. Mantras echoing in her mind. I can't look away. I always get lost in his eyes. His eyes take me deeper. His eyes take my mind away. She felt herself reflexively try to look anywhere else. To withdraw. To close the door. Anything.

But she was already caught. Held. She felt her eyes twitch, trying and failing to dart anywhere else. Madeline couldn't resist. She could never resist him. That felt strangely comforting right now. It wasn't a choice for her to make. All she could do was stare and surrender...

He pointed to the floor and she felt her legs immediately give out. She was on her knees in an instant. Another conditioned response. Another demonstration of how helpless she was. Why did that excite her so much, even now? Even more than it frightened her...

He stepped past her, entering what had been her private sanctuary. She felt her body tense as he crossed the threshold. That last barrier breached. Her last layer of protection passed through as the ephemeral thing that it was. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Slowly. Gently. Maddy found herself nuzzling against it, her eyes closing blissfully. The tension faded. She melted into his touch as a longing she hadn't let herself feel in ages rose to the surface.

He walked away. His gait confident, eyes scanning the living area. She turned to watch him, but the thought of following, of standing, of doing anything but watch did not cross her mind. She had been commanded to kneel. Nothing more. Maddy waited to be commanded again...

He sat, finding the same spot on the couch Madeline had enjoy not 2 minutes earlier. He smiled at her. A confident smile. No hint of malice, just the smugness that showed he knew the control he wielded. The satisfaction that he had reclaimed a prize thought lost.

Gently, he patted the side of his leg and Madeline lurched forward. Crawling on hands and knees she came to him. A moment earlier she would have felt humiliation. Her face would have reddened with shame. With guilt. Now she cared only that she had been called.

"There's my good girl," he cooed to her as she arrived at his side sitting back to kneel and look up at him once more. Again, he tapped his thigh, and Maddy blissfully laid her head down in his lap. Her eyes closed. She breathed deeply. Her body. Her mind. Her heart. They all exhaled together as she relaxed into him.

"You had lost yourself, Maddy. But I've found you now. You're back where you belong. And we're going to make sure you never wander off again..." His nails gently scratched behind her ear. He ran his fingers affectionately through her hair. Maddy continued to melt. Perfectly content. Happy to lose herself in his words. She was so happy he had found her. She couldn't understand why she had run off. All she knew was that she had been missing something. Something that returned the moment his hand caressed her cheek. She knew she could never get away again. And that gave her peace. She knew she would be looked after again. Trained. Taught. Made better for him. And it all felt so perfect. Maddy knew she was where she belonged.

Maddy knew she was home.

[erogenousmind]

Easy

Emily was nervous.

She couldn't help but be aware of the butterflies in her stomach as Richard spoke to her warmly. After days of flirting and innuendo, she was finally going to get to go under for him. They were having their pre-talk, the kind Emily had gone through a dozen times before. Discussing boundaries, setting expectations, just...communicating before they started. She even noticed that he was slyly slipping in a few choice expressions and phrases to get her in the right mindset. Not that she minded. He had earned her trust, and she was ready for whatever he had in store. That wasn't what made her nervous. No.

Emily was worried was that she was too easy.

After all the spirals, the crystals, the pocket watches. After many sessions. After countless files (oh god, the files). Emily was very good at going into trance. All it took was the slightest buy-in on her part, the simple acknowledgement that yes, this was what she wanted, and she was gone. She knew all the tricks too. All the techniques, all the coded language, the framing, the subtle tools of persuasion. And because she recognized them, her subconscious was all too eager to respond to them. And all that experience made Emily worry. Because she wanted to drop for him. Wanted him to work for it. Not out of some misguided sense of superiority or stubbornness, but because she hoped she would taste all the sweeter for Richard if he could take pride in taking her mind away. If he could demonstrate his mastery over her through how well he could enthrall her.

And oh, did Emily want him to demonstrate his mastery of her.

She suspected he was going to move slower than she needed him to. Continue to build rapport, to develop that trust. To enjoy the process of gradually brainwashing her, opening her mind like the most innocent flower (she could pretend at least, right?), until she was ready for him to have his way with her however he desired.

And as much as that idea excited her, Emily knew all it would take was a focused stare, a determined look, and the snap of his fingers, and she would drop. How do you enjoy gradually corrupting someone's mind, if they never even put up a token resistance?

And that was the other problem. Because Emily did want him to corrupt her. She wanted him to take as long as he desired, trance after trance, night after night, week after week. Until she had been remade into whatever it was he wanted.

But Emily was experienced. She knew how to protect herself in trance. Knew how to keep her guard up even when her mind felt like it was switching off completely. She had all the right safeties in place. She'd learned many of those lessons the hard way. Despite her longing, her deep desire to be completely taken over, to be owned, to be manipulated, she had made sure she could still be in control when she needed to be. What if...what if she couldn't surrender for him? What if those walls deep inside her kept her from finding the depths he needed her to? What if his suggestions refused to stick because at one point she wanted to be safe more than she wanted to be owned. She certainly didn't feel that way now. What if...what if he got bored? Or discouraged? Emily felt her stomach knot at the thought. It felt so cliche, but deep down, she just wanted to be a good girl.

Emily had lost the track of their conversation. Richard had been speaking awhile. Asking questions, making suggestions. She had been content to merely nod along, and that had seemed to satisfy him. Whatever he wanted to do seemed wonderful. I want whatever he wants Emily thought as her head nodded again. Something flashed a warning in her mind. The thought had felt foreign somehow, and Emily realized it must have been something he had told her. Maybe tonight. Maybe previously. She knew he had put that thought in her head, but she couldn't remember how or when. And that excited her so much. Her subconscious called out to her that they were starting now, that it was time, and she made the responsible decision to pretend not to hear that warning. To be oblivious. To be easy...

He was telling her things now. Telling her what would happen. What she might feel. He was telling her stories about times it felt so good to really focus and tune out all distractions. He told her about how easy it could be to get lost in a good conversation, to let the words...to let his words sweep her away. Emily's subconscious noted every cue, every invitation to slip deeper and leapt at every last one. She reached out to him with her eyes and with her soul. Maybe he wouldn't break her down completely. Maybe he would restrain himself from eroding every part of her that could try to resist. From training her mind and body to serve him and only him. To know nothing but obedience and desire to please...

But he could.

If he wanted to, he could. Because Emily wanted him to. Even as her conscious mind becomes so caught up in the words and the gestures and the sensations of dropping. Even as she is oblivious to how she is being opened. Deep down, she knew what was happening. What could happen. What she needed so deeply. And that was enough...all of her protections fell away. Her mind opened for him. Ready. Eager. So malleable, so trainable.

Emily felt the softness of her eyes, the loss of focus. She felt her jaw relax and the tension she had been holding melt away. Her posture softened. Her mouth fell open. She knew those feelings well. Her body told her she was drifting down into trance. That she was sinking deeper. Some part of her was still processing what Richard was saying. Of course it was. It was all she needed to be aware of. All she needed to hear. His words were all she needed to think. But they wouldn't stick in her conscious mind. It was too easy for them to drift down deeper into her. To take root. To guide and control...

How long had it been since they had started? Seconds? A few minutes at most? Emily had dropped so quickly. She had been so easy...But none of that mattered anymore. He wanted her deep so she went deep. He wanted her focus, so his words were all she knew. He wanted her obedience, so his desires became her purpose. It all felt so easy...

And that desire she felt, building and building inside of her. That trust. That need to serve. It had melted away all her fears. All her concerns. Her protections. Those things that kept her safe. They would vanish as if they were never there. They would dissolve exactly as she needed them to. And then he could do anything and everything she wanted him to. She would be what he wanted her to be. And he could take as long as he desired to train her. To form her. She wanted whatever he wanted...She had been so easy for him. She would be so easy for him...

And Emily loved being easy

[erogenousmind]

Win-Win

How about a friendly little game? Do you think you can resist being hypnotized until the end of the post? If you can't, all you'll need to do is admit that you were able to sink into trance. Just a simple comment or reblog or message, sharing that admission. And if you win, you can share that as well however it will feel best. And won't that feel nice, being able to reblog that you won? Being able to tell me that you won our little game?

The only condition is you have to agree to follow along with everything I tell you. If you are asked to close your eyes for a moment, you do as you are told. Asked to count down slowly from 5 to 1, you count. Easy enough, right? When you are ready, you will give these words your full attention. So now take the time you need to make sure that you are ready to drop, and when you are, we will begin.

Take a breath in...and out. You become comfortable following my instructions. Comfortable letting yourself focus right here. And you can find that the more you focus, the easier it is to tune everything else out. You might be aware of your own body or your own thoughts. But you might also find that those sensations remind you how well you are focusing. The way your body relaxes. The way your thoughts can slow. All of it shows you that you are focused. That you are giving me the attention I ask for. That you are following along so very well. And that can also feel so nice, because sometimes it can feel really good to do as you are told. Especially when it can be so simple. Just breathe and focus and notice the way your body and mind respond. Remember to breathe. Slow and deep. In and out. And that does feel good, doesn't it?

So as you focus on the words you are reading, noticing how your muscles can relax a little more the more we continue, you can be aware of how your mind is quieting. And you remember to breathe again. And feel how the exhale affects your body. How it sharpens the focus in your mind. How it reminds you that it's alright to feel good following along, remembering to do as you are told feel your body relax more and more with every word reminding you to breathe and focus and slip down. Because relaxing deeper and deeper feels more and more wonderful when your mind is calm and each breath helps you focus more and more on my words making you feel better and better.

And if it feels good to breathe and relax and focus and slip down, you know you must be doing well. We are playing a game after all, and the most important part of any game is enjoying yourself. So if you let yourself focus deeply on my words and that makes you feel good, you must be doing something right. If you notice that you mind is becoming less busy, that following along is helping to center you, then you know that you are doing exactly what you are supposed to.

That's something else about this game that I didn't mention at first. No matter how it goes, you win either way. Maybe at the end, you get to imagine that you were triumphant. That you were able to resist some nefarious plot to subvert your will and enthrall your mind. And you can be proud of the fact that you did so well. Or maybe instead you get to sink down into trance. You get to enjoy that experience of letting your guard down, of letting my words find their way into your mind. And you love the way that feels. When you don't need to think on your own anymore. When you can just feel. Especially when it feels so amazing to experience trance. To let go. To surrender. And when you think about it like that, how wonderful this experience will be either way, it becomes so much easier to enjoy the process. To invest your focus that much more. So breathe. Focus. And enjoy. Because you know you are going to win no matter what.

And what will that feel like for you? Imagine what it will be like to be hypnotized. How will your body feel? What will you be aware of? Maybe you can imagine how you will look. Your eyes losing focus. Your lips gently parted. Your breathing slow and even. Following along so well. Waiting to be told what comes next. Each slow and even breath telling your mind just how deep you have gone. Mind and body working together to send you even deeper. And all you feel is that bliss. Your mind open. Receptive. Content...

Maybe you can imagine what will be going on in your mind when you are deep in trance. Maybe it will be nothing at all. Feeling completely blank...mindless...open...Maybe if your mind switches off, you won't even realize how deep you have gone. Maybe you could even convince yourself you weren't hypnotized. That even though it felt so good to follow my words. To breathe and let go and let your mind be still for a little while, you might pretend you weren't as deeply affected as you clearly were. As suggestible as you might have become. And that's alright too, because you get to win either way as you let yourself sink even further down.

And as you continue to breathe and focus. As you notice the way your body and mind respond. As everything else can fade from awareness, you can imagine the process of sinking down. Maybe it feels like walking slowly down a staircase. Maybe you can picture that. Picture the look of the steps, the feel of the handrail. Maybe you can't quite see where the stairs lead, but you know it is somewhere you want to be. You know how good it will feel when you arrive. That once you reach the bottom, you can rest for a while. And then, as you are ready, you can descend, one step at a time. Feel yourself getting closer and closer to reaching that place where you can let go so completely. Feel yourself going down. Take the time to picture that scene in your mind. And one by one, you can count down the steps you have left. Moving at the pace that feels best for you. You step down again. Again...

10...

9...

8...And with each step you find your mind relaxing more.

7...Anticipating the comfort that is waiting for you at the bottom.

6...Maybe you move a little slower. Maybe you can take as long as you need.

5...It just feels good to be moving further and further...

Down...

Or maybe you experience that feeling of dropping more passively. Letting it be something that happens to you. Some force that works on you that you make no effort to resist. Like sinking down into a pool. Imagining the warmth and currents of the water swirling gently around you. Inviting you deeper. Maybe as more and more of you sinks down you notice the stillness of the surface. That tranquility mirroring your mind. Peaceful...Quiet...making it so easy to follow. Distraction melting away before it can even be noticed. Your thoughts coming slower. Your focus deepening as you sink deeper. Focus on these words. Focus on following so well. You are doing so well.

And maybe being taken so deep, your mind able to just let it happen, you enjoy being left unaware. Maybe it feels best to not know. Maybe it feels best to just feel. You are winning, after all. Whatever that needs to mean for you. You know you enjoy that experience. Enjoy having this opportunity to follow and drift and slip down deeper and deeper the further we go.

And when the time comes and we reach the end of this journey down together, you know your body will respond exactly how it is supposed to. Your mind will respond exactly how it is supposed to. You won't even need to think about it. You just press that little button, to comment or reblog or message, sharing this experience because that's what feels right. Because that's what you do when you enjoy winning exactly the way you were supposed to. And that will feel so good, just a little reward for winning in the way that felt best to win. And if it feels right to say something, sharing that you won or how you won or how it feels to win, that can happen so easily as well when the time is right. Right now all you need to focus on is the experience of letting go even more. Letting my words guide you. Letting yourself breathe deep. And feeling that pull deeper and deeper down.

Because you can see it so clearly now. You can picture yourself descending deeper into trance. Imagining how it will feel when you are all the way down. When your mind can go quiet. When you can feel the peace of that gentle surrender. Maybe you feel that pull even stronger now, wanting to be entranced, remembering how good it feels when you

Drop

And remembering that you get to win. Falling so deep into this wonderful hypnotic trance is winning. That's why it feels so nice. That's why you get to celebrate so well. That's why you get to share how good it felt to win and drop deep as soon as we are done. And maybe you slip so deeper and deeper even now that you can imagine that you forget being so deeply hypnotized. Maybe you can pretend you were just following along. Maybe you can pretend to win that way. Isn't it so nice that you still get to win our little game. Happy to share that you won by not dropping down so deep into trance that you can't think your own thoughts anymore. My words become your thoughts. So much easier to let my words think for you and think the thoughts I give you than to think your own thoughts. So much easier to

Drop deeper.

And feeling so good to be able to win. Knowing that you won in whatever way it feels best to win. Because it felt so good to experience however you are experiencing this trance, you can know that you won. And because you won, you know you will share that experience. It happens without thinking. The words you share might come later. But for now, you are drawn share your victory. And it is such a reward to share. It feels so right and so good. And you deserve to feel good. Because whatever you allow yourself to believe happened you win.

And however you feel compelled to share right now. Whatever means of sharing you are irresistible drawn to as soon as you are done reading, will feel just right. It will be exactly the right choice. You get to enjoy regardless.

It's win-win

[erogenousmind]

Mutual

(Or: on being seen)

I notice you. Every time. There isn't too much public interaction that happens here. I send words out into the void, and you receive them wherever you are, however you choose to. But those little moments of connection; I see them all.

I see you when you are one of the first to like something week after week after week. I see you when you browse the archive, finding posts from years ago. Posts I'd forgotten. I see you when you return from a hiatus, when you catch up on everything you'd missed. I see you when you spam likes, or when you and your partner spam likes together (I saw that too). I see the reblogs without comments. I see the ones with comments. I see the replies and the messages that you sent while still under my influence. The ones that you can't quite remember. I see the anonymous messages in my inbox. I see the DMs and the quiet thank you's. I see the kind words. I see the confessions. I see the desire, the desperation. I see the subtle flirting, the coquettish greetings. I see the honesty when you can express how it makes you feel. However you have reached out, however we have been connected, I have seen it, and I have appreciated it. I have seen you. Yes you. And I appreciate you.

This is for you.

Because there is an intimacy in those little connections. There is an acknowledgement of a deeper part of ourselves. A part we can't always show. A part maybe no one else knows about. But we can share that part with one another. And that comfort, that familiarity, that implicit realization that we are understood by one another in ways that we often aren't elsewhere. That enables trust. And it's in that trust that you can lose yourself. It's why you can slip away for at least a little while in my words. It's why we can be alone together for a moment despite distance and time. It's why everything else can stop, can fade away while you focus...

Because we see deep into one another. Because you can be open here. Because you know it will be alright if you take the time you need right now, and let go.

And you get to experience these words exactly the way you need to right now. You get to experience this connection in the way that feels best. Because even though you can be so passive for me. Even though your mind is becoming so still, so open. Even as you are allowing me to take control, you are still seen for who you are and what you need. And all of those other moments of connection, those feelings we shared, they come back to you, empowering this moment. Reminding you how good it can feel. How good it always feels. When you start to slip away.

You know how it feels when you start to drop for me. How your breathing changes. Your posture. Even if you enjoy the idea of not noticing. Of pretending to yourself and to me that your thoughts aren't slowing down even now. You still remember the feeling. And that familiarity makes it easier and easier to drift...to float...calm and peaceful. Because you don't need to perform right now. You don't need to be someone else. You can be who you are deep down. You can want this. You can need it. Need to sink down. Need to reach out to feel that connection and how safe it can feel to surrender to it.

So as it feels comfortable, take that moment right now. Take a breath. Pause. And remember how my words can quiet all the noise. Can turn off those voices you don't need to hear right now. Allow yourself to just follow for a moment. Allow yourself to feel that connection for a moment. And see how that moment can stretch as long as it needs to. Can fulfill in you whatever it needs to.

And knowing how good these interactions can feel, you can discover something special about them. That you see something of me too. That I am laid bare through my words, hoping to show you something that you want to see. And in your response to that deeper part of me, that connection becomes more intimate, more sensual. It becomes something we share more and more deeply. And that intimacy, that mental bond, feels so attractive. We feel drawn to it. We want to sink more deeply into it. The comfort of it makes it easier to lower our guard. To share ourselves. To share our minds.

That's why you are so willing to let me reach out and into your mind. Why it can feel so comfortable to become so compliant. Why even now you can let yourself get lost in the rhythm of my words. Why even now you focus deepens. Because in this moment, there is nowhere you would rather be. Nothing that would feel better than sinking for me...

You know that it feels so much more perfect when you don't think about it any more. When my words can be thoughts enough for both of us. When all you need to do is stare and sink. Stare and sink...

Stare and Sink...

And that connection we share, that spark that comes when you reciprocate. When you show yourself to me in whatever way feels best, it satisfies something deep inside you. It completes something that starts now, when you feel my words wrap around your mind and lead you where you always want to go. And that simple feedback to me, it can become a feedback in your mind as well. A reward for following. A reward for feeling that connection a little more deeply. And it would be so natural to find that feedback growing stronger now. Giving your mind and body what feels best. Whenever you show that connection, whenever you show yourself, you can feel it. Maybe when you show yourself it comes with a spark of arousal or a spike of pleasure. Maybe it is the excitement of sharing yourself, or the deep contentment of serving, of doing as you are told. Maybe it is the thrill of a co-conspirator, sharing a wink and a nod without anyone else being aware. Maybe you can feel it more and more strongly every time.

Whatever it might be that will feel best, I think you might find how much more easily you can experience it when you know that I see you. When you can feel that connection each and every time. When it can thrill. When the thought of being noticed, of being seen for exactly who and what you are, can inspire you to show that little bit more, to open yourself that little bit more. To sink into that connection just a little bit more. To let go just a little bit more. To give in just a little bit more...To enjoy just a little bit more...

To surrender just a little bit more...

To drop just a little bit more...

To been seen...just a little bit more...

[erogenousmind]

Almost

Isn't it incredible when you find yourself so in tune with a hypnotist, that just talking to them, you feel like you are on the verge of dropping? When you are spending time with someone you trust, whom you feel comfortable giving access to the deepest parts of yourself, even the most innocent of exchanges can send your mind spiraling for a moment. They say something that sounds almost like a trigger. They phrase something in a way that reminds you of a suggestion. Their voice changes in tone for just a moment. You remember how easy it is. How effortlessly you can let yourself be swept away by them. How simple it would be to drift...to drop...

Then the moment passes and you feel that slight blush of embarrassment. How did you get so easy? Because you know all it would take from them is to notice the way your gaze grew distant. The way your own voice changed its cadence. Its tone. And they could seize upon that moment, as they have so many times before. Weaving their spell expertly around your mind. Guiding you further and further down without you even needing to notice. Taking the lead you offered them, unconsciously. Accepting the control you can't help but surrender to them. Because it has felt so right see that control earned. Deserved. Cherished...

And yet, you remain up. Off balance, maybe, but awake and aware. The moment passes and you move on to other things. But still the possibility, the opportunity lingers in your mind. It was right there. Really, it still is. At any moment, the tone might change again, language becoming more assertive, more suggestive. You would feel the words begin to seduce you again, luring your mind back. Calling to you. Calling to that deeper part of you that longs to surrender, that feels so much more at peace when you can be fully open. When you no longer need to decide. When you can be so completely who you are without pretense. When you can drop.

Because that part of you needs it. Needs to be entranced. Enthralled. It almost feels like an addiction sometimes. And to be so close. To know you were a breath away from slipping down. So tantalizingly close to surrendering your mind. You can't help but play it all out in your mind. The words are indistinct, the methods unclear. You always let yourself get swept up in the moment anyway. What you know is how it feels. Your perception of time shifts subtly where a heartbeat between words can fit a lifetime of emotion and hours of sinking deeper can feel like moments. Your world contracts. Your focus narrows. Holding on by a thread you feel the tension ready to release. And you imagine the way that tension is used to move your mind. Deepening your focus. Hanging on every word. What you are told becomes true because that part of you that might think otherwise has become so subdued. It's easier to follow along...easier to think what you are told...easier to drift...

And slowly the space between the words you hear and your own thoughts narrows. You feel your mind slowly being tuned until every word resonates deep in your core. You become so suggestible, so easy to mold and guide and command. As gradually you follow them deeper and deeper into your own mind. You imagine the numbers that come to remind you that your mind is switching off. Imagine the hum in the back of your mind that blunts your critical faculties...

5...

4...

3...

And you remember you aren't actually being counted down. Not yet. Not now. And that longing deep inside of you grows ever stronger. The power your subconscious has over you feels intimidating. Just imagining me guiding you into trance already has your thoughts feeling...clouded. You know...you think you know that you are awake. That you are meant to be aware and alert. That despite your needs, despite how easy it would be to drop deep into trance, you remain lucid.

Maybe it is more than that overwhelming desire that is pulling at your mind right now though. Maybe it is more Pavlovian. Your mind knows what happens before you...sink...deep into trance. It recognizes the signs in your own mind. And so it is already starting on that journey before the rational part of you knows that it is supposed to. Maybe you aren't so clearheaded. Maybe the visualization is just that powerful. Maybe getting close to being allowed to drop, being almost there is enough to send your mind seeking out those depths all on its own. And then your focus starts to narrow once again. My words gain a power you didn't notice before. You feel your eyes relaxing. Blinks coming slower, more deliberately. You feel everything...slowing...

down...

Because once your descent starts, we know you are going to reach your goal. It's just a question of when. A question of how deep. And you want to sink so deep for me, don't you? Want to feel everything else fade away. Want to let go of all your thoughts. To lose track of everything but what you are told here. And deep down you know you are almost there. That all it would take is the smallest push and you would have no choice anymore. You would drop for me. Falling so deep because its everything you need. Everything you crave. Because it's all you can think about when you get so close. When you almost get to go blank. When you can almost feel the peace of trance.

How long could you dangle there? A breath, a word away from sleep. And could you pull yourself back up? Or would that proximity, being able to see and feel so clearly what will happen when you let go, make the pull that much more irresistible? Would it make your inevitable surrender that much more complete?

We know how much you hope it will. Because the longer I hold you there, the more the line starts to blur between already and not yet. Because you know it is coming. You can feel it. Wave after wave washing over you. Making it that much easier to slip down...

4...

3...

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Your entire world narrows to this singular point of focus. Your mind opens to it. Your defenses melt away because your desire overwhelms whatever token resistance you might otherwise want to pretend to muster. You feel yourself teetering on the edge and want nothing more, can think about nothing more, than me gently pushing you over it.

So that you can be blank. Can be mindless. Can be open and obedient and so ready to follow along with every word. So my words can flow through you, soothing every tension, calming every thought. So you can fade away and let only that surrender remain. Would there even be a drop now? Or would it be a setting adrift? Gently coming unmoored and undone. Free to float. Free to keep sinking even deeper...

3...

2...

2...

And when the distinction has become so vague, so uncertain. When you are so intensely focused on being ready to drop deep for me. Then almost becomes already without you even noticing. The anticipation of how good it feels to sleep becomes the sensation of surrender becomes those familiar feelings of dropping deeper and deeper and deeper down. And because your focus is so deep, you forget to be aware of how deep in trance you already were when you were almost able to drop deep into trance for me now. Still believing you are ready to drop at my command. Oblivious to how much deeper you go because you are already down.

So when that pregnant moment finally comes to an end. When all of your eager waiting can be rewarded because you were able to come so close by focusing deeply on my words. You are able to discover new depths of trance. New depths of surrender. Depths you almost didn't know you can experience Now

2

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Drop

And grow closer to being almost as deep as you can go for me.

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Ratchet

I find those positive feedback loops in trance so satisfying. With the right associations, the right connections, made in your mind, we only need start you down the right path, and you can let yourself spiral, swinging back and forth between sensations you find so amazing. And they can build and build off of one another until they climax together into something so much more satisfying than either one by itself.

Take that familiar idea of Obedience and Pleasure. Or maybe simply trance and pleasure. Maybe you know how trance feels for you. Maybe it comes in those quiet moments where you can focus on something captivating. And maybe when you can sink into it, you can appreciate how good it feels. The relaxation that you feel when you can let go like you are meant to. It tells you that everything is as it should be. This is the way you are supposed to feel. How your mind is supposed to feel. How your body is supposed to feel.

And with that simple encouragement, your body letting go, telling you it's alright to go deeper, you let yourself sink. You allow trance to wash over you in waves. Each one taking you a little deeper. Each one helping you feel a little better. Allowing you to enjoy the sensations in your mind and body even more. And the deeper you go, the better you feel. An effective mantra because it is so true. And it makes you want to go deeper. Your mind is already primed to find a way to surrender more. To slip away...to sink...

So when you see or hear numbers counting down, your mind knows exactly what to do. It knows how it feels to count yourself down. To follow deeper and deeper. Taking as long as you need. And enjoying each one as more and more of your mind slips away.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

And of course it doesn't matter what the numbers are, it just matters that they are going down. Each number takes you deeper. Each number opens your mind more and more. And you know how good it feels to be open. To feel the words poured into your mind. And when you go deep, you can feel it. The deeper you go, the better you feel. And it feels so exciting. Drifting off into trance stimulates something deep inside of you. And that feeling, that pleasure can just grow and grow. Just as your thoughts can shrink and fade the deeper you go, the intensity of the feeling, that perfect euphoria of surrendering your mind, can become more and more substantial. More and more overwhelming. And feeling that pleasure grow can be as easy as watching the numbers go back up. Each one making that feeling more intense. Each one making you feel better and better.

...1

...2

...3

...4

...5

And again, all that matters is that the numbers go up. Each one making the pleasure more intense. Each one opening your body to the sensations of trance. And you know how good it feels to be open...

And since it doesn't matter where the numbers start from, you find yourself always moving in one direction. Down takes you deeper. Up increases your pleasure. And those two sensations only grow. Ratcheting further and further with each iteration. Up or down, the numbers always take you where you need to be. Deeper and deeper in trance. Feeling better and better and better.

And isn't it amazing how easily you can make those associations in your mind, especially when they lead you exactly where you wanted to be led? As the numbers go down, you sink deeper. As the number go up, your pleasure grows. Each one aiding the other, because the deeper into trance you go, the more powerfully you can feel the pleasure of surrender. And the better it feels, the more you want to sink down. The deeper you go, the better you feel. The better you feel, the deeper you go. And then, up or down, your mind only sinks deeper, your pleasure only increases.

5...

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...5

The two feelings growing more connected each time. Sinking deep makes you feel good. Excites you body. Stimulates deep inside of you. While those wonderful feelings make your mind so much more open. The endorphins flooding your brain making you that much easier to manipulate, that much more susceptible. And that idea is itself so exciting that the pleasure increases all the more. Making it hard to think. Making it easier to sink...

deeper and deeper...

down...

5...

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2...

1...

Mind calm. Placid. Still. Ready to be opened. Ready to follow. Ready to obey. And Obedience is Pleasure. Because you feel the pleasure overwhelming your senses. Replacing your thoughts. Replacing your will. Maybe your body moves how it needs to now in order to enhance those sensations. Maybe your entranced mind encourages all the ways you have to make the numbers give you exactly the stimulation you need. And that stimulation only grows and grows and grows.

...1

...2

...3

...4

...5

And the better you feel, the deeper you go. You need both so desperately. Need to surrender your mind to the depths of trances. Need to surrender your body to the heights of pleasure. So you drop deeper

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1...

and it excites you more

...2

...3

...4

...5

The deeper you go, the better you feel. Both of them building to something incredible. To that perfect mindlessness. To that mind-consuming ecstasy. And as the pleasure burns away your thoughts, all you can do is follow the numbers deeper. All you can do is feel them more powerfully inside of you. Drugging you. Making you softer. Opening you. Opening your mind. Opening your body.

3...

2...

1...

And the more the numbers sink into you, the more you lose control. The more you need them to take control. The pleasure of obedience growing and growing as you surrender your mind to this hypnotic control. Getting closer and closer to that amazing release.

...4

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You need it now. Need the numbers to dominate your mind and body. Need them to wash away your will. Need the sensual bliss to wipe away your thoughts. Because the better you feel, the deeper you go. The deeper you go the better you feel. Your open mind so much more able to receive pleasure. And that deeply exciting pleasure makes it so impossible to resist going deeper. Numbers sinking your mind deeper and deeper down into the heights of pleasure until you can't think for yourself anymore, you just focus on feeling and dropping and being overwhelmed mind and body and

9...1

8...2

7...3

6...4

5...5

4...6

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1...9

You feeling yourself getting so close. Your conscious mind unable to keep up. Your body shaking with the intensity of the feeling of surrender. You need it. Deep down. Primal. Your mind needs to surrender. Your body needs to release. And still you drop deeper

5...

4...

3...

2...

And still the pleasure increases

...7

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Ready to give. Ready to surrender. Ready to obey. Wanting only to follow the numbers wherever they lead you. Deeper into trance. Higher into pleasure. Your body and mind pulled as if on strings. Hanging limply and only able to do as they are told.

...7

...8

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You would give anything to keep feeling this. To feel more. To feel it spill over beyond your control. To lose yourself in it. To let it break your mind. Break your will. To let it consume you.

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Mind empty...Blank. Obedient. Body open...Ready. Needy...Desperate...

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Effected

Sometimes you allow yourself to feel the effects of trance. To notice the way your body responds. The way your mind becomes softer and more yielding. The way your focus narrows. How so much of the clutter in your mind can be swept away. Because all you need to be aware of, all you need to focus on, all you need to think about is right here. Deep within the spiral or the watch or the sounds or the words. You can allow that focus to change you. To caress every inch of you. To penetrate deep inside of you.

And it feels amazing to let trance affect you like that. To feel it strip away all of your defenses. To let it wash over you, soothing your body and your mind. Feeling your thoughts drifting away one by one. Until there is only that peace. That openness. That satisfaction of being deeply entranced. Of being vulnerable.

And with everything you don't need stripped away. All those unnecessary thoughts and decisions and ideas pushed out of your head. That makes you so much more suggestible. Makes it so much easier to follow. So much easier to obey. And you want to obey, don't you?

That's why you go so deep for me.

And here in this space, you can experience such amazing things. The deep, intimate connection of minds as my words and will are poured into you. The sensual excitement, feeling suggestions take hold, triggers activating...conditioning sinking in so deep...brainwashing transforming you...

And the excitement and pleasure of those experiences keep you coming back for more. Keep you open and eager. Keep taking you deeper...and deeper...

But there is something more to experience. When you are ready. When we have done everything we want with your mind as it is right now. When you have been broken down over and over again. When the ecstasy that comes from giving yourself away so completely mind and body leaves you open and aching and ready.

We can create something new.

Where once there was a normal mind. A little curious, a little deviant to be sure. But a mind like others have. Where that mind once was, there is now space to build. We have taken out what we didn't need. Resistance. Independence. Free will. These we discarded long ago. What was left has been honed down. Made ready. And in its place, we can make something better. Make you better. Make you more.

Mindless obedience can be replaced by craving. A deep desire to serve. A mind can be crafted from scratch. Taught how to obey. Taught how to drop. How to open. How to be perfect for me. How to be a perfect thrall. Every piece designed from the ground up. Every feeling, every notion in your head put there because it will serve. Because it is what I desire.

You are made into something new. Something unique. Something you always wanted to be. Something you never dreamed you could be. Something that terrified and captivated you all at once. And when you have been effected by trance, it is simply what and who you are.

That idea is so titillating. That you could be made, literally made, to serve. Maybe who you are now has a hand in it, imagining who you could be. How you would act, how you would think. Maybe who you are now can even notice those changes happening as you are effected by trance. Can be aware of the new person emerging. Can be aware of how they think, how they feel, how they respond.

Maybe you don't notice as much when who you were gradually begins to slip away. The you I have effected is much too interested in the incredible experience of being. Of being built, designed. Of being engineered to be so perfect in tune with your purpose. With my will. And that connection resonates inside of you like the most perfect harmony, your soul carefully created to vibrate at the frequency of my will. So the first time you collapse to your knees in the perfect ecstasy of surrender you feel true satisfaction. You are serving your true end, your true purpose. The bliss almost shatters you when you allow my hypnotic trance to affect your mind so deeply.

Imagine how it will feel when it effects your mind.

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Routine

6:20 AM: Christine's alarm was going off. Another day began with her fumbling wildly for the snooze button. She didn't know why she set her alarm so early when she was just going to go back to sleep for another 10 minutes without fail anyway. She supposed it was some exercise in self-discipline, but right now it felt more like masochism. Her eyes had opened just long enough to locate her phone. The moment her head hit the pillow again they closed.

6:21 AM: Crissy's hips ground against the pillow between her legs. The first moments of her day always belong to Him. Her first edge belongs to Him. She belongs to Him. Crissy wants to be a good girl and so she pushes herself right to the edge. Crissy is more open to His control when she is horny. Crissy wants to be always open for him, so Crissy wants to always be horny. Crissy edges her mind away. Crissy can't think. Crissy can only obey.

6:45 AM: The hot water from the shower feels nice. Christine stood motionless for a moment and just let it wash over her, the warmth soaking into her bones. This was always such a good way to start her morning. Slowly waking up, letting her body and mind take the time they needed to orient themselves. She lifted her arms over her head and stretched, leaning back as she did so. What did she need to do today? What was on her schedule. She let herself begin to go through the mental checklist for her routine. What came next?

6:53 AM: The mantras flowed from Crissy's mouth without even registering in her conscious mind. She leaned against the wall of the shower for balance, her knees shaking as she panted out the words she had been taught. His control gave her structure. Gave her purpose. Her thoughts dripped out and down the drain beneath her. Body and mind washed clean. Made ready for Him...

7:10 AM: A message on Crissy's phone told her what she was going to wear today. She moved to dress without a conscious thought in her head, the physical excitement of her morning allowing her to float through the motions. She didn't need to know. Didn't need to be aware. It was His decision what she wore and she was so grateful that He took her decisions away. Everything was His decision...

8:05 AM: Christine never minded her commute much. Delays were never too burdensome and it never dragged on too long. She appreciated the time to switch into work-mode. To organize her day in her head. To plan. Christine was a woman who always appreciated a schedule. The structure provided her security. She loved knowing what she needed to do when. Where she needed to be. The simplicity of it spoke to a deep need. Even coming from herself, that basic notion of "be here, do this" and all she needed to do was follow...it gave her a peace that few things could match. That same desire was probably part of what had led her to try...some rather unusual arrangements. Christine tried not to dwell on those too much though. Better not to think about them. Not yet, anyway.

Christine also enjoyed the distraction of a little music while she made her way to work. Or sometimes a podcast. She always had quite the backlog of things to listen to, and would often throw a playlist together somewhat at random. As the current song ended, she raised an eyebrow at the next track. It didn't seem familiar. And then He spoke.

8:26 AM: The moment Crissy heard His voice, she felt her mind crack open. She needed to be brainwashed. She needed to be open for Him. She had to listen, so He could make her better. Crissy was so grateful for his guidance, for his training. Crissy wants to be better. Crissy needs to obey. Christine needs to obey. Crissy needs to help her. Show her how good it can feel to let go. To surrender. So they can serve as one. So she can be whole. Little by little, Crissy helps Christine become better. Crissy only wants to obey. Crissy will obey. Christine doesn't need to know yet. Christine will forget...it feel so good to forget. To drift off with His words filling her head...His will...drift...forget...

10:05 AM: Work was dragging today. At first Christine had chalked it up to poor sleep. She'd gotten to bed at a good time and didn't remember waking much, but somehow it just seemed like she hadn't gotten a full night's rest. Her morning routine had kept her from dwelling on it, but ever since she got to work, the wisp of a dream had been teasing at her memory. She couldn't put words to it. It was barely more than a feeling. But it had felt...good. And the pull of that memory that she couldn't quite touch, combined with a little general lethargy, was making the morning difficult. She'd gotten a second cup of her morning pick-me-up and was eagerly awaiting that caffeine induced surge, when her phone buzzed. She looked down at the message preview and recognized a familiar string of characters...

10:11 AM: Crissy posed as best she could in the bathroom. He had commanded she send pictures for His inspection and she was so excited to obey. She wanted to show off how the clothes He had picked out looked on her. Wanted to show off how eager she was to obey. Wanted to show off how much it excited her. And it was so exciting. Triggered and unable to resist. To feel her conscious mind fade away. To feel her awareness, her whole world narrow until only His commands remained. And it was so exciting knowing she would forget. That in a moment, Christine would go back to work. A little more turned on, a little more focused than she had been. Subconsciously obeying commands she didn't know she had been or could be given. But she would be completely oblivious. She would forget. She would always forget...until she was ready. Until He told her she was ready...Crissy's task completed, her eyes became glassy...unfocused. It was time to forget...time to get back to work...time to...obey...always...obey...

12:23 PM: She didn't know if it was the extra caffeine, or just getting a little walk to clear her head, but Christine had come back to her desk on a mission. She'd even worked straight through the start of her lunch, and it was only as she completed the last of the most pressing items on her to-do list that she realized over 2 hours had gone by. She raised her arms over her head in a long stretch and reflected on the morning. Christine couldn't believe how much she had gotten done. Whatever had motivated her and kept her so focused on the task at hand...on obeying...she wondered if she could bottle it. And that was even with the occasional distraction emanating from between her legs. Honestly, it was like every little thing was setting off her libido today. Like even the most mundane work tasks were giving her pleasure...obedience is pleasure...But she certainly couldn't complain. Except for needing some relief now that she was going for lunch, it felt...really exciting to be so easily aroused. It felt...right somehow. Oh well, not worth dwelling on.

She didn't have any lunch plans, and the sun was shining brightly outside. Maybe she would find a comfortable spot and go eat in the park down the street...

1:18 PM: Crissy stared ahead, eyes unseeing. This place was public enough that she didn't appear indecent. Any passerby might only think she was lost in thought. Not that Crissy cared about any of that, but He didn't want anyone else to see her that way, didn't want any of the trouble it might cause her. And since He wanted it, Crissy wanted it. His will was her will. Still, she couldn't help but think how thoughtful He was, looking after her. Looking after Christine. Waiting until Crissy had finished her work. Waiting until Christine was ready.

For now, the mantras could cycle through Crissy's head. The words he had spoken to her just a few minutes ago were the only thoughts she needed. She could use this time to make herself better for him. To be blank for him. To serve...To obey...it was all she wanted. All she needed...

He had teased her that maybe today was finally the day. That Christine might find herself leaving work and heading to an address she didn't consciously remember. Heading straight to Him. To be collared. Claimed. Owned. To finally allow herself to become fully integrated. To let the life she led hidden from herself become her whole life. To become fully and completely his.

Or maybe He would be waiting for her when she got home. Sitting comfortably as though he owned the place. Because he would. Because he would be taking everything she was. Everything she had. And she would give it all so eagerly. Crissy would fall to her knees in thanks and joy, ready to serve him however he desired.

The heat that idea produced between Crissy's legs drove her wild. But the tightness is caused in Christine's throat, the pit she felt in her stomach told Crissy she wasn't ready. Not yet...

He told her he would talk to her tonight. That he had something special planned. Crissy couldn't wait. She would make sure Christine couldn't either.

5:04 PM: Christine had slipped out a moment early and was on her way home now. The afternoon had flown by. She honestly couldn't remember much after she'd finished her lunch. But her work was done, and she'd even gotten a start on some of her tasks for tomorrow. That felt good. It felt good to serve. To be productive. It felt good to obey Him...

She felt worn out from that day. She wasn't sure she had much left in the tank besides getting herself some dinner and vegging. Hopefully this weekend she could get out and have some fun. Today though, she'd call it a night early. She couldn't explain why, but it felt like she had been turning in early most nights, but still was barely getting enough sleep. For some reason, that didn't bother her though. She trusted she was just working through something. She trusted Him.

6:57 PM: Christine had finished clearing away her dinner. She had slipped into something comfortable to fall asleep in. Something a little too revealing for sleeping alone. A little too provocative. She checked herself out in a mirror, making sure everything was perfect. She needed to look her best for Him. Christine tried to stifle a yawn. She heard a familiar buzz from her phone and went to pick it up. Before she saw the message that had just been sent, it occurred to her how routine her weeks had become. How predictable. She needed a change, didn't she? Something different. Something wild. Somehow, it felt like it could be so easy. Like she could reach out and grab it. Like she could almost taste it. Like she could almost taste Him...

Christine paused. Soon, she thought. Soon, Crissy whispered into her mind.

Then she read her message, and Christine slept.

Crissy woke. And Crissy was ready to obey.

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Night Visitor

Nina felt the breeze brush over her exposed skin. The crisp autumn air coaxed her under her bed sheets, as she wrapped herself deeper into her cocoon of warmth. She didn't mind the chill. It calmed her. Reminded her that winter was on its way. She would never think of closing the window. Not tonight. She couldn't...she had to...

She rolled, turning her back to the outside, making herself more vulnerable to whatever might be out there. To anyone who might want to enter. That thought excited Nina although she wasn't exactly sure why. She was on the second floor anyway, so she thought it unlikely that anyone would find their way into her bedroom, even if they knew she was there. Even if they wanted to find her there. Defenseless. Helpless...

Nina shuddered. Not from the cold, but from the thought. There was no fear in her reaction though. It was arousal. It had not been a fantasy she had entertained much, but tonight, this one night of the year, there was something so exciting about someone, something, slipping into her room. Finding her there, exposed. She could almost hear the creak of the wood as it climbed in, feet falling silently on the floor.

She could see herself framed perfectly in her vision, facing away from the creature that would approach. Her eyes closed. Her body relaxed. Unaware of the danger. Unaware of what approached her. Her neck so accessible. Her fingers traced a little line from her jaw to her collarbone as she lost herself in that fantasy. A moan escaped her lips. She could be bitten. Claimed...Ensnared...

And maybe it wouldn't happen all at once. Maybe the mysterious creature of the night creeping through her room would just take a little bit of her, a little bit of what he needed, and then leave only to return again the following night. But that little taste, that little bit of ecstasy, would be enough. Nina would be bound to him. Would hear his voice in her head. Would be unable to resist the power he would have over her. He would beckon and she would come. He would command and she would obey. Nina rubbed her thighs together and felt the heat her body was generating, the cold of the gentle breeze forgotten completely.

Maybe that routine had already begun. Maybe this wasn't the first night. Maybe he had come to her many times before, each time drawing her closer. Deeper. Each time she succumbed more deeply. Each night was one less before he decided to claim her completely. Maybe that was why she turned her back to the window. Maybe that was why it was open in the first place...

Nina knew she was getting carried away. That she'd never be able to sleep if she didn't calm down. She tried to focus on her breathing. But it was so hard when every moment reminded her of that excitement. She could still almost hear the creak of the floorboards as he approached...She...did hear that creak.

Nina froze.

That hadn't been her imagination, had it? She was almost sure something was in the room behind her. She was holding her breath, although she didn't realize it. She thought to turn, to look and see. To convince herself that nothing was there. But she couldn't move. She just stared ahead into the darkness of her room. She studied the little light cast onto the wall in front of her, trying to discern movement, but she couldn't make anything out. Then she heard something else. Just the faintest whisper...

Nina couldn't make out what it was. It almost had sounded like words, but her mind couldn't grasp them. But now she heard something clearly. The words coming firmly, commanding her. They were in her head, she realized. The room itself was quiet. But she knew she couldn't move...her body should relax...she needed to obey...to sink...

Nina's thoughts were becoming sluggish. She had been so awake a moment ago, but now her body felt too heavy to move, her mind too tired to do anything but drift...She felt her eyes losing focus. They were heavy. They felt like they could close...but instead, she stared...she felt herself slipping away...she felt the movement of air along her neck. Not the breeze, but a breath, calm and steady. She thought she should tense. That that she should respond somehow. But instead, her body just sank deeper. Her mind grew foggier...she was slipping away...she remembered...images...feelings...

She remembered inviting him in. She had to invite him in. Had to give him permission. She remembered opening the window, just like she had been told. Remembered what he had told her, what he had commanded. Remembered how she couldn't resist. Remembered the moment when she felt him for the first time, when he sank so deep into her. Remembered how amazing it felt, how helpless it made her feel. Remembered slipping away...remembered her surrender...remembered...

She felt it again. Felt him. Felt that connection reestablished. Felt herself being poured out for him. Felt how eagerly she gave. Felt the pleasure, the joy, the rapture. She felt it build and build, white hot and blinding. Wiping away her thoughts. Wiping away her mind. Wiping away her will and then...

Nina felt the cool breeze brush over her exposed skin. It calmed her. Soothed her. She was so drowsy, so ready to sleep. Had she been asleep? She must have been. She wondered for a moment why she left the window open. But she could wonder about that in the morning. She was so tired now. So calm. So peaceful. She needed to rest. Needed to sleep...Nina drifted off...mind empty...

She turned as she fell asleep, her back to the window...

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Talisman

The brilliant green jewel seemed to glow with an inner light that Faith couldn't take her eyes off of. And the longer she stared the more she felt its radiance pushing into her mind. Whatever magic it had -- and it was magical. Faith couldn't deny it anymore -- was gradually wearing down her resistance. And whether because of the stone's influence or not, she found herself not particularly worried about what that meant for her.

It had looked like a rather normal gemstone. Possibly an emerald, but given its size, about that of a quail egg, it was probably something more mundane. The step cut made the edges dazzle as it caught the light, drawing your vision into the center of the stone. The craftsmanship was superb, and Faith couldn't help but think it appropriate for an actual magical artifact such as this one.

He continued to let it dangle before her eyes, swinging it gently by his waist. Faith had slipped down onto her knees some time ago, although she couldn't quite remember how or why. Maybe just its irresistible pull. That desire to look deeper into it. To let it shine its mesmerizing light more fully into her open and eager eyes.

Faith remembered laughing out loud when he had suggested it had magical powers. That it was capable of entrancing those who were careless enough to stare into it for too long. She'd played along though, even if she hadn't quite understood why. Looking back, she realized it had already started affecting her, imperceptibly at first. Subtly changing her thoughts. Lowering her defenses. Giving her the illusion of control. Hiding just how overwhelming it could be. He'd even made it seem like something of a game. A passing fancy that would be good for little more than a laugh, if only Faith would humor him for a moment.

There was no need for such deception now. He had told her this would happen. Told her it was happening. First, she would find it hard to look away. Her conscious mind might rationalize it away. Come up with reasons she was continuing to stare. Why her eyes stopped blinking as often. It was so very beautiful after all. She just wanted to enjoy that beauty. Then it would start to affect her mind. Begin thinking in ways she hadn't before. Silence thoughts it didn't want her to have. And maybe she could rationalize that as well. He was speaking to her the entire time as she stared, even if she found it so hard to focus on what he was saying. Maybe he was just persuading her. He could be very persuasive when he spoke to her. Suggesting it might feel better to come a little closer. To see the jewel a little more clearly. That she didn't need to pay attention to what he was saying. That it felt better not to think...

And then it started reaching out into her mind. Faith could see the shimmering tendrils of light pouring out of the facets of that perfect crystal. She was aware of them slowly gliding toward her. She could feel them flowing into her, dazzling her eyes with their brilliance, giving the world a green glow. She could feel it changing her. Feel it binding her mind and her will...Feel it taking control. That's when she knew the magic was real.

What other explanation could there be? That it was an ordinary crystal? That he had convinced her it had magical powers and it was her own imagination that had brought them to life? That the hypnotic stupor she found herself in now was of her own creation?

That would mean this was something Faith had wanted all along. That part of her knew where this would all lead, had known she would be dropped into trance. That even now, her subconscious was an eager participant, absorbing every word he spoke to her, ready to make his will a reality. That deep down, she craved his control, this whole experience satisfying her deepest fantasies.

But it was magic. Of course it was. She could feel its grip tightening around her thoughts, redirecting them toward his will. He controlled the crystal. The crystal controlled her mind. He was explaining the logical conclusion of this to her, but all Faith could do was sway slowly side to side, her eyes losing their focus. The green glow of the jewel struck her again, and she couldn't help but moan. Of course it felt good to stare. That's how it opened her mind. Broke down her defenses. She could feel it now, preparing for one last assault on her mind. Ready to break her. To claim her.

Some part of Faith put up a token resistance, but she already knew it was hopeless in the face of something so powerful. She heard the snap of his fingers and felt her autonomy shatter. The fight over before it had even started. Her eyes rolled back, and she felt her body tremble at the power of it. Felt the green light wash over her body, penetrating into her, capturing every cell of her being.

The crystal owned her now. Owned her mind. Owned her body. And she never stood a chance. It was real magic after all. Not some mere talisman, some pretty bauble that her mind could fixate on, allowing his words to find their way deep into her mind. Not an excuse for Faith to give in, the way she had always secretly desired. Not some convoluted rationalization for her to be enthralled. Possessed. To be granted that life that she had only known in her darkest and most hidden dreams. She was...she had been strong after all. Willful. To clever to allow her mind to be ensnared by pretty words and the temptation of submission.

It had to be magic.

He held the jewel toward Faith now, and she dimly realized it had been hanging by a leather strap. It was, in fact, the center piece of a simple collar. He meant to fasten it around her neck. As it came closer, Faith could feel the power radiating off of it. She knew what that connection would mean. Having it that close to her, able to exert its influence. Pouring more and more of its irresistible green light into her. She would never be free of it. Never be free of him. He would maintain his control on her...forever.

As she felt the leather pull taut and the simple latch fall into place, something deep inside of her cried out in joy. A part of Faith that she would never admit was there, even to herself. A part she kept hidden, whose voice she only allowed herself to hear in her deepest dreams.

It knew she had been given what she had always wanted. His control. The peak of her darkest desires. She hadn't even needed to consciously want it. Hadn't had to ask. Hadn't had to confront what it meant for her. She couldn't have imagined a more perfect excuse to dive into the life she had always wanted to live. A talisman to ensnare her mind. To hypnotize her with its magical power. To open her mind to his seductive voice. She would never have believed it possible. She certainly never would have allowed herself to be mesmerized so easily. To have that inner part of her released to drop and serve and surrender. To let his voice and his words lull her into a deep hypnotic trance. She wouldn't. She couldn't. Not on her own.

It was a good thing that magic was real. It had to be. Didn't it?

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Blink

Every time Maria closed her eyes, it felt like it took longer for them to open. More effort to not just let herself stay in that place of calm. She didn't need the flame anymore. Didn't need to be able to see it. It was with her still, even behind closed eyes. But still, she fought to open her eyes again. Because it was important for her to keep staring. Because she had been told...commanded...

It had been easy enough to sit comfortably where she was and look where she had been instructed. Listening to his voice helped Maria feel calm. It soothed a part of her that just wanted to be able to follow, and he gave her that opportunity. It had felt so natural for her to relax as he suggested it, as his arm wrapped around her a little tighter. She lay her head on his shoulder and time passed...

She was still listening. At least, she thought she had been, although she couldn't exactly remember what he had said last. She just knew it felt good to listen. And stare. That innocent flame burning atop a simple candle captured her focus. Just like his voice captured her attention. He had told Maria that, hadn't he? And that's why it was so important that she keep staring. So she could keep listening. So she could follow what he told her. Even as Maria's eyes got heavier...even as it felt easier and easier to drift...off...

Maria opened her eyes again. She didn't know how long they had been closed. Hopefully only a second or so. She was sure she was still listening to him. Still following his every word. Still doing as she was told...But it was hard to think about, somehow. Hard for her to focus her thoughts on anything but the flame. Anything but how relaxing it was. How easy it was to stare. She needed to stare. Needed to keep her eyes open. But she needed to relax. To relax...to sink...Maria needed to sleep. Her eyes slipped shut again...

Back open again. Maria felt her mind jolt, but her body was far too calm to do anything but languidly find the flame again. To let his smooth voice pour into her ear...into her mind. She was laying with her head in his lap now. When had that happened? His fingers stroked gently through her hair and the question didn't matter anymore. Maria just needed to sink down more. Needed to stare deeper. Needed to slip away. And she would keep her eyes open now. He told her he knew a way. A way she could keep staring, keep sinking. Keeping losing herself in that wonderful flame and in his wonderful words. She just needed to trust him and follow. Her eyes didn't need to close. It was her mind that could blink.

Maria didn't really understand, but that didn't matter to her in the moment. It felt so good to listen. So good to stare. So good to...surrender...What an interesting word. And it felt so good...She could just listen and follow and everything would work out. Her mind could blink, sure. He would tell her how. He would speak and she would do as she was told. All it took was the right intonation, the right emphasis. And that one simple word and she would...

"Blink"

Even if she could think clearly, Maria wouldn't have been able to describe the feeling. She had kept staring. The flame filled her vision. It was all she could see now. She had kept listening, giving rapt attention to every word. But her mind had been...off? As if her mind had just closed for a moment and then opened again. It had blinked, she dimly realized. And it felt...amazing. So incredibly relaxing. So effortless to just melt into him and his words and the flame and sink deeper and lose herself in everything he commanded and all she needed to do was follow and obey and -

"Blink"

Maria didn't know how long it had been before her mind started turning over again. The wax dripping down the considerably shortened candle gave her some indication that it was longer than just the blink of an eye. She knew she had listened. That his words had flowed unimpeded into her mind, coaxing and massaging and transforming the raw potential they found there. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. Maybe he would tell her later...

She did know that she felt better than she had in a long time. More relaxed. More refreshed. More...energized. And awake in a way she hadn't since she started staring at the flame however long ago.

Maria sat up and stretched, then wrapped her arms around herself in a tight hug, letting a giddy little grin creep to her face. She felt like giggling and she looked at him, full of joy.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice full of tenderness.

"Mmm, wonderful..." she purred. As she continued to look at him, something stirred deep inside of her. The words that had washed over her while her mind blinked making their presence felt. She felt the changes they made, even if she couldn't quite understand or appreciate exactly what was different. She relished that feeling. She shivered with delight.

After a moment, Maria spoke again. "I...I think I need to serve you. I need to do what you tell me. It feels so good to follow. I want your words to fill me up. Please? I just - I love the way it makes me feel. Love when you tell me what to do. Love when I can obey. Can you please? Pl-please tell me wha-"

"Blink"

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Better

We want to allow you to grow, little by little, into the person you want to be. And it's that possibility that ultimately keeps drawing you back. The potential. Because we are working with something so powerful, so precise. We are manipulating your mind. Changing it. Improving it. Giving you the chance to become what you have always been, deep down.

And that's what keeps you dropping deeper. Striving to be more. To be complete. And it's such a virtuous cycle. Because as you get better, as you learn to surrender more, you are able to go so much deeper. And the deeper you go, the better it feels. Encouraging you to sink deeper. Reminding you why you wanted to be better.

Better in your submission. Better at letting go of everything. Letting all your thoughts melt away. Better able to follow. To allow your thoughts to be guided. To feel yourself led deep into trance...to let go. To forget...

Forgetting everything you don't need. Your conscious mind can forget those beautiful secrets we share. Teaching you to remember what you are allowed to remember. Teaching you that it doesn't need to be your decision. Thinking what you are told to think. Believing what you are told to believe. Allowing yourself, your personality, the core of you, to be transformed on a whim and reverted back again. Teaching you how transient it all can be. How trivial your desires. Teaching you that what matters is your surrender. Is being malleable. Is becoming what you are supposed to be. Becoming better.

Getting rid of everything you don't need. Everything that held you back. The parts of your will that once resisted. The part that hesitated. That part that tried in vain to hold onto control. That didn't know that freedom came in giving up control. Keeping only the parts that want to submit. That want to lose control. That want to be better.

Because if you are no longer in control of your memory, no longer in control of your thoughts. And that means you have given that control to someone else. Allowed someone else to be in charge. Allowed them to shape you. To mold you into what they want you to be. To make you better. More pleasing. More perfect.

And maybe that's all you ever wanted. To be exactly what I desire you to be. Maybe that's what makes it all worth it in the end. All the hard work. The correction. The moments of mindless bliss. The confusion as your mind is remade. The firm hand improving you little by little. Because in the end, you know you will be exactly what you were meant to be. Feel what you were meant to feel. Think what you were meant to think. Be who I made you to be.

That's why it can feel so easy to get lost in my words. Why you find yourself slipping down without realizing it. Why your whole being is so primed to drop when you focus on my words. Because deep down you know, every time you drop for me, you become better.

And you want to be better.

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Will

Obedience is a simple thing. You will what I will. I want you to act, and you decide to obey. You subordinate your desires to my desires. You submit yourself to my control.

And that can be such a freeing experience. The only decision you need to make, is to say "Yes." And as you say yes, it is so exciting to surrender that control. To allow yourself to be pushed further. To give you the freedom to explore and experience that which you could not on your own.

But what if you want more? What if that taste of obedience awakens a need for something deeper. A more complete surrender. Your decision to obey always feels so right. But what if you didn't have to decide at all? What if instead of your obedience, you gave your will to me instead?

Imagine yourself subsumed in that moment of connection. That intense intimacy. You feel yourself letting go. Letting go of your thoughts. Letting go of your decisions. Letting go of control. It feels so right to submit. So good to surrender yourself. You feel your mind relaxing its grip over your thoughts. You feel ready to do as you are told. You feel eager to obey.

Because there had always been that little gap that had to be spanned. That momentary barrier that needed to be crossed. You were commanded. You surrendered. You obeyed. And as good as that assent felt, it separated you in some way from the complete surrender you desired. But what if that step was unnecessary? What if your will was an extension of my own. What if you never need to decide again?

You feel yourself sinking deeper. Letting so many things blur together. So many ideas, so many feelings. Because it is exciting to go so deep. So relaxing. So freeing to give up control. And that opens your mind to creating those deeper connections. Rewiring the way you respond. The way you think. The way you obey. You realize an easier path exists. You can just do as you are told. Think as you are told. Be as you are told. You can imagine the layers that separate you from that complete surrender broken down. The clutter of your thoughts removed. The stress of needing to decide swept away.

You can imagine obedience being more than something you do. It can be who you are. I command. You obey. They become one and the same. Our connection grows. And you can feel the joy of your submission even more fully. You have overcome the last obstacle to your surrender: your own volition. Offering your obedience felt wonderful. Offering your will feels transcendent.

You observe how your actions and your thoughts change, bent to my will. Turned however I desire. And while you enjoy what is done to you, what you become. While you can experience the power of that transformation, it is no longer something you have to contribute too. You are freed from even that obligation. The obligation to say "Yes."

And yet you do say it. Over and over you exclaim, even if only in your own head, how perfect this is. How right it feels to have given your will to me. How you never want to get to decide again. Because as much as you desired to obey, you desired to surrender even more.

Because as much as I cherished your obedience, I cherish your will even more.

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What if?

What if you couldn't help yourself? What if you keep telling yourself it's not going to happen again, but it does anyway? What if you aren't supposed to want this, aren't supposed to take such pleasure in it, but you keep coming back. What if your inability to stop it just makes it that much more exciting?

What if you didn't think this could affect you so powerfully? That you would feel hooked afterward? Of course, you could have stopped whenever you wanted at first, couldn't you? Even though the experience was so...intense. You found yourself thinking about it constantly. Found yourself dreaming about it. It was everything you had always wanted it to be. It was everything you were worried it could be. Because you could feel so vulnerable. You could feel the hooks in your mind. The seed of something growing. Something you couldn't control. Something you would have to feed.

What if that was what you wanted all along? What if you secretly needed something that frightened you? What if you couldn't admit it to yourself, that deep down, you wanted me in control? What if you needed that as your excuse? That you couldn't be blamed for what you became. For how I changed you. For how desperate you are. What if it was easier to not have a choice?

What if all the voices telling you that it was wrong, all the reasons to turn away just made you want it even more? What if you couldn't convince yourself that this wasn't who you were supposed to be? What if you knew, deep down, why you kept coming back? Why you are never completely free of the influence I have over you. Why your fantasies keeping growing more intense...

What if that is why your mind is so easy to manipulate? Why you drop so easily and so deeply. Why my suggestions are able to affect you so powerfully. What if trance frees you to have and to be what you always wanted? What if my control is a license to become what you needed to be? You can indulge those desires. You can submit so completely. You can be coerced, manipulated, controlled. You can surrender so fully. And you can enjoy it so deeply.

And you don't need to take any responsibility for it. Because you aren't in control. You can imagine I am brainwashing you covertly. That subtly, over time, I am training you to need this. That you aren't aware of it, even as it changes you. That I am the evil and expert manipulator that you secretly dreamed would take you one day. Who would free you from having to conform your mind and your desires to what you were supposed to want. Who would let you--make you--become what you knew deep down you were meant to be.

But we know you dove into this willingly. We know how desperately you asked for this. How I have given you only exactly what you wanted. Letting you think it wasn't your idea. Letting you forget how you let those innermost secrets slip out, deep in trance. What if that is why it is so easy for you to forget? Why your mind in trance feels so distant from your mind awake. What if you waking mind still isn't ready to know just how deeply and willingly you've surrendered? What if that moment, when you can admit to yourself what you are, what you've allowed yourself to become, is drawing nearer and nearer? What if that is why you seek this out even more eagerly? Because you can't fight my control anymore. Because you can't fight yourself anymore. Because that part of you that needs this is winning, and that just keeps feeling better and better.

What if you can't stop yourself because you never wanted it to stop? What if you just wanted to fight, to put up a token resistance, so you could tell yourself it's not your decision? What if it keeps getting harder and harder to resist, and that just makes it feel better and better?

What if you can't help yourself? What if you never could?

What if you've never wanted to?

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1

"Eleven..." Emily's voice was strained. Her lips struggled to form into the right shape to produce the desired sounds. It would feel so nice to rest. To be free of this burden. But not yet. Not yet...

"Ten..." she managed again. She felt the weight of the word pulling her down. Her eyes were losing focus. Her body and mind were finding all the ways they could to relieve themselves of responsibility. To let go...To be prepared for when she could finally...

"And with each number, you feel your mind moving slower. Your thoughts struggling to form and move through your head. It will be so much easier to let them go. To let everything go. All you need to do is sink down. With each number you sink deeper down...

"Down..."

It had seemed like such an easy task. Counting down from fifty to one. Pausing between each one for a breath, and to listen to what she was told. She had some idea how these things worked. After a few numbers, it would might feel harder to visualize them. Harder to remember. Easier to let them slip away into nothing. That sounded so nice to Emily. To just let her mind rest. It felt so wonderful when she didn't need to think anymore. And if the numbers didn't fade away, it would still be so simple to count down and relax.

But this had been something else. It had gotten harder to form each number. Harder to think. Some time around the high thirties, her mind had been ready to let everything float away. But the words kept coming. The insistence that she keep going. She would finish her task before she could rest. Before her mind could shut off.

"Niiiinne..." Emily struggled to raise her jaw again for the second "n," her mouth hanging open for a long moment. It was like every number drained that much more energy from her. Pulled her down that much deeper. No, she corrected. It wasn't like that. That was exactly how it was. How she was told it would be. Every ounce of her would be depleted. The numbers were taking away all of her mind. All of her will. All the muscles below her neck had stopped trying to do anything besides sag some fifteen numbers ago. Her arms felt so heavy. Her head felt so heavy...her eyes felt so heavy. It would be so easy to close them. So easy to give in and drift away...

"Eiiiiiiiiiiiigh...t" but still she continued down. It wasn't even a conscious decision anymore. Her mind was so weak now. So vulnerable. So helpless. She was told to count down. Told she could not rest until she had obeyed. So she obeyed. She realized dimly what was being done to her. What was happening as she lost more and more control with every number. But she hadn't the strength to do anything about it. Hadn't the free will to concern herself with it...She obeyed. The numbers took her deeper down. More of her mind was taken...surrendered...controlled...

"Sssssseven..." she slurred. Emily's eyes rolled loosely. Her head swung lazily back and forth. She could feel herself draining away. The sounds that spilled out of her mouth were so much more than just numbers. They were her surrender. Her mind dripped away with those numbers. Her awareness...her will...

"That's a good girl. Letting go of everything. Every number takes more of you with it. Every number wears away more of your resistance. More of your freedom. Every number brings you that much closer to the rest you desire. My good girl is working so hard. Dripping her mind away one number at a time for me. Struggling to stay focused. To keep counting deeper and deeper down. It would feel so good to let your mind fade away completely. But you need to obey. It feels good to obey. To earn your rest. To earn your surrender. To surrender everything to me..."

"Ssssssssssi...x" Emily struggled to keep her head upright as the muscles in her neck tried to give in to the deep relaxation flowing through her. And still the words continued to wash over her. She was so focused on counting down...deeper and deeper...that she had no capacity to process what she was being told. It simply penetrated into the core of her. Took root at the very center of her being. And that felt wonderful. It felt good to obey. Emily needed to obey...needed to surrender...surrender everything...

"And you are so close now. Every number getting you closer to what you crave. You can already begin to imagine it. Imagine the pleasure of completing your task. The pleasure of counting away all of yourself to me. The numbers echoing in your head telling you how far you have come. How deep you can go. Your mind was captured so long ago. You could have dropped for me then. But you keep counting down. Obedient. Wanting to go deeper. Not stopping until you have given me every part of your mind. You can't stop until I have taken all of you. All of you needs to be surrendered. All of you needs to be owned..."

"F-five..."

"Each number taking on new significance as the last of who you were melts away. With four, you can feel the last of your thoughts fade. Your mind empties. There are only the words I give you. Only the numbers taking more and more of you away. Until you are completely blank. Mindless. Obediently counting down...deeper and deeper. Every part of you that isn't mine. That isn't deeply entranced, can just fade away. As that need to finish your task, to obey, and to rest drives you further and further...

"Down."

"F...f-four..." And Emily found it was true. Her thoughts failed her. Her mind was blank. There were only the numbers now. Only the words she was told. Only surrender...

"That's right...completely blank. And that just allows my thoughts, my words, to flow into you. To fill that void. Just as my will fills you as your own will fades away. Three takes your will away. Your decisions. Your agency. And without a will of your own. You become an extension of mine. Only desiring to do as you are told. To feel me take the last of you. To feel your mind ensnared...entranced....enslaved. Receive my will. Let your own melt away. Say it now. Let the number take away all control. Let obedience consume you..."

"Thhhhhhreeeeeee..." And all that is left is the desire to serve. The desire to please. The desire to obey. To let my words fill you up with commands. To let my will become your will. To let that surrender envelope you. To feel the freedom of having control taken from you. To give yourself to me. Completely.

"And having done so well, you already begin to receive your reward. The pleasure of obedience. Of submission. Of making it so far, letting the numbers take you so deep. Feeling me take every part of your mind. Feeling me enthrall you utterly. It feels so wonderful. With the next number, you feel all of that so well. The incredible pleasure of mindless surrender filling you, mind and body. Pleasure that binds you. That consumes you. Overwhelming your senses. Overwhelming your sense of self. Burning everything away so that you can plunge into the rest that comes from completing your task. Counting all the way down. Dropping so deep. Until nothing can bring you back up. Nothing can prevent you from falling deeper under my spell. Nothing can loose you from the hold I have on your mind. Give into the pleasure. Let it fill you. Let it break you. Now."

"Twoooooo." Your voice rising in a moan as it washes over you. Letting it wash everything away. Your mind cleansed by the power I have over you. Your body bound to my words. To my control. Your thoughts taken away. Your will taken away. You are so close now. You can feel it. You are ready.

And the last number completes all of it. Completes your task. Allows you the release you crave. Your mind can rest. Your body can give in. You will be free from your thoughts. Free from decisions. You can surrender. You can obey. You feel the need building through you. Pouring every part of yourself into that desire. The desire to be claimed. To have you mind ensnared. Irrevocably. Irresistibly. You tremble as you crest that last hill. You need this. You have always needed this. Your mind no longer thinks. No longer decides. There is only need. Need to give in. To surrender. And so you give me that last number. Feel it spill out of you. Give in to that need. Give in to my control. Give all of yourself over to me. Say it.

One

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Perfect

Steven was perfect. He was handsome. He was smart. He made Melody laugh. But there was something else to him, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Something darker...

Melody kept coming back to whatever it was she was sensing. Everything else made it seem like he was a model boyfriend. Someone she should to able to see herself settling down with. He was financially stable. The physical attraction was there. He was sweet. Someone she could see taking to meet her parents. But every now and again, she caught something in the way he looked at her. A hunger in his eyes. And the way he touched her. His hand at the small of her back, leading her through a crowd. Or holding her when they reunited at the end of a long day. It felt...possessive somehow.

She had almost convinced herself that she was imagining it. That he was in fact only what he presented himself as. The guy every girl would want. The guy she should want. That the edge on simple commands he gave her in the ordinary course of the day: "Come, sit here," "Bring that to me," "Finish your water." That casual dominance. It must have been all in her head. There were no ulterior motives. No deeper desires hiding under the surface. Just his affection for her. His care.

Until one evening, when the weather had just started to turn a little cooler. They'd had dinner, and Melody had had a few glasses of wine, enjoying the meal and the company. He always put her at ease, made it feel so easy for her to be herself. To let her guard down. He had coaxed a fire to life in the fireplace and they sat, cuddled together on the couch facing it. Staring into the flames. Melody's head rested on his shoulder. She almost didn't notice at first that Steven was speaking to her gently. Commenting on how relaxing it was to stare. To feel the warmth. How there was nothing she needed to do. Nowhere she needed to be. She could let go...

She thought she heard it again. Steven's voice a note deeper than usual. A firmness to his words. He sounded so confident. So sure of himself. Of her... The wine must have been affecting her more than she had realized at first, because she found her awareness drifting in and out. One moment she would be listening to his words and the next...she knew she had missed something he said. But it felt so good to just listen. To sink down, just like he said. The words that did find their way to her conscious awareness were just what she needed to hear.

"So easy to stare and sink..."

"Feels wonderful to listen to my voice..."

"..don't need to think. Don't need to decide..."

"Let go...close your eyes...still see the flames..."

"Sleep"

Melody awoke the next morning in bed feeling better than she could ever remember. She felt so rested, so energized. Body and mind positively humming with a deep contentment. She thought back on the night before. She remembered the fire. She remembered...his words. And then...nothing. It had felt so right to just listen to him. So natural to let him be in charge. She was sure now that she had been right about him. There was something else there. Something he had acted on. But she couldn't remember anything. What had he done? What was he going to do? And what would happen to her?

But surely she was overreacting. They had a relaxing night in front of the fire, and she had a bit too much to drink and drifted off to sleep. And then, being the perfect boyfriend he was, he had gotten her safely to bed. That was probably all it was, right? Nothing nefarious. No deeper manipulation.

She couldn't shake it in the days that followed though. And her mind kept reaching to more and more outlandish conclusions. His voice had been so soothing. He had calmed her mind so expertly with his words. He must have hypnotized her. And she had dropped so effortlessly, not offering a hint of resistance. It must not have been the first time. Maybe he'd been gradually conditioning her to respond. Training her to sink deeper. Wearing down her resistance. Maybe he was slowly taking control of her. Brainwashing her. The man she had thought was supposed to be the ideal boyfriend was secretly enslaving her without her being aware. When Melody found herself getting more carried away, she even imagined he was a vampire or incubus or some other dark creature using supernatural means to corrupt and claim her. Maybe that's why she couldn't stop thinking about that night. Why it kept appearing in her dreams. Why her subconscious continued to embellish more and more, imagining what happened after her memories stopped...

She had decided it was preposterous eventually, even if those thoughts were always lingering in the back of her head. What would she do about it anyway? Confront him? Tell someone else about the insane ramblings of her runaway imagination? No. Steven continued to remain exactly what he appeared. Kind, thoughtful Steven. Safe. Compatible. Perfect...except...

It had been some time since that night. Melody was standing in front of him. They were alone. She wasn't sure how they had gotten here, but it didn't matter. He had that look in his eyes, more intense than she ever remembered seeing it before. It told her that he knew exactly what he was doing. That he was in complete control of the situation...in complete control of her...

He spoke and the words echoed in Melody's head. She felt herself sway. Her eyes locked on his, unable to look away. He told her she was getting lost in those eyes, and she was. Told her that she was helpless, unable to resist, and it was true. His voice flowed thick into her, filling her up with his words. Steven commanded she kneel. Melody obeyed. And as she dropped wordlessly to her knees, still unable to break away from the power of his gaze, memories began to return to her. Memories of that night. Memories of dozens of nights like it. Images. Feelings. Of Steven guiding her down. Opening her mind. Wearing away her resistance little by little. Molding her. Training her. Teaching her subconscious to obey. Dropping her deep into trance over and over again until surrendering her thoughts to him had become second nature. Implanting suggestions into her mind. Triggers. Mantras. She remembered nightly training that her conscious mind had been commanded to forget. She had eagerly obeyed.

He had worked so carefully. So diligently. Moving with unbelievable patience to take the keys of her mind and body. To be able to slip into her with such practiced ease. To force her submission instantly and automatically. Melody remembered, and she saw her boyfriend for what he was...

He is perfect...she thought as her mind surrendered to him. He was everything she had secretly desired. Everything she had been afraid to admit she needed, sometimes even to herself. He gave her what that deepest part of her had always craved. He had enslaved her mind. Brainwashed her. Remade her into exactly what he desired. And she hadn't even been aware of it.

As Melody's thoughts began to fade and her eyes began to lose focus, she idly wondered how she might ask him to let her remember. How she might let him know that she wanted all this more deeply than she could have ever said. That she would love to know everything that he had done. That she would embrace it. That she could imagine nothing better than being his, mind and body. But she realized that even if she could, she didn't have a say in it anymore. The decisions were all his to make. All she could do, all she had to do...was obey...

Perfect...she thought again, smiling up at him with a dopey, love-struck grin.