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ā¢ Hypnosis! (Might be obvious from my blog name? :D)
Brainwashing weekend: two full days of hypnosis, edging, conditioning, and mantras. How many changes can be made in such a short time? How much of the old you will be left come Monday morning?
Like you get nice and blank and floaty while in trance and youāre enjoying it anyways, then thereās just a command to smile, even just a little bit. And smiling does legitimately make people happier, something about moving those muscles on the face releases some chemicals in the brain to make people happier.
So being told in trance to smile a bit does scientificly make trance better.
Dr. Beryl Valoria looked up from her paperwork to appraise her assistant coolly, accepting the coffee he offered and taking a sip.
"Took you long enough."
Her assistant chuckled. "Made sure to make it just the way you like it." He moved behind her chair, likely in order to observe her work for himself, Beryl surmised. She took another sip of her coffee before grabbing her pen and--
"It's time for your training, isn't it?"
Beryl could feel herself.... softening. Her cold gaze beginning to thaw, her shoulders beginning to slump, and something inside her stirring to life.
"Training...? Well, yes, I suppose it is."
Something about that didn't feel quite right, but Beryl couldn't put her finger on it. Nevermind that she practically ran the Institute singlehandedly, or that her assistant was her subordinate and so should be receiving training from her, nor that she couldn't remember what training it is she needed. Something about the fact that she got... excited.... felt off, felt wrong, felt--
"Well then, shouldn't you get into the proper position?" Her assistant's warm breath on her ear sent a spear of pleasure deep into Beryl's mind and even deeper into her body, and the doubts dissipated into nothingness. Her many days, hours, months of brainwashing kicked in. Of course! She loved training, and she wasn't in the proper position! That had to change.
Beryl opened her lab coat, pulled up her shirt, and unhooked her bra to reveal her breasts, and spread her legs, slumping a bit in her chair. One hand started teasing her nipples, and was quickly accompanied by one of her assistant's hands. Her other hand tugged up her skirt and slipped into her panties to tease her ever-more-soaking slit.
"That's a good girl," her assistant intoned. "Opening your mind to your training. Because you love being trained, don't you, my dear?"
"Yes!" Beryl's reply was breathless, so different from her normally sharp, commanding tone.
"It feels sooo good to do your training, doesn't it?"
"Yes!" Beryl could feel each word filling the space between her ears, echoing and completely filling the space.
"You need to be trained, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"You need me to train you, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"You love it when I train you, don't you?"
"Yes!" This one came out more as a moan.
"Good girl. What are you?"
"A sex toy!" The answer was immediate.
"But what do you think you're saying when I ask that?"
"A... scientist...." Those words struggled to leave her lips.
"But what are you really?"
"A sex toy...."
"Yes... such a good girl!"
Beryl's mind swirled with pleasure, and she wasn't sure how much she really understood what she agreed to after that, but she agreed nonetheless to everything her assistant said.
"You love to obey my words. It doesn't matter how big or small the command, you knownyou need to obey. And it feels so good to obey. It doesn't matter what else you're doing, if I give you a command, you will drop everything and obey. It doesn't matter if you're alone in your office, or in a meeting with the board of directors, you will obey me. You love to serve, love to obey. And at the end of the day, you will come home with me to my place so that you can serve me until the morning. Because you're not a person, you're my property. My sextoy. My slave. Isn't that right, my dear?"
"Nnnnghfuckkyesss!!" Beryl could feel herself getting close to the edge one more time, so close to tumbling over into orgasm. Her fingers worked her pussy and clit furiously, lewd wet noises just a background to the brainwashing happening above.
"Bend over for me." The act of going from sitting in her desk chair to being pressed against the desk, legs spread, panties around her ankles and soaked pussy presented, was so smooth and streamlined, clearly well-practiced. A low groan escaped Beryl's lips as her assistant slid his cock to the base inside her pussy, then started pumping furiously. It was clear he was as close as she was.
"That's a good slut for me! So obedient, so submissive, so helpless... Completely mine, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master!" Beryl cried out, feeling the pleasure exploding repeatedly in her mind, her body unable to hold out and--
"Good girl, cum for me!" Beryl came as she felt her assistant bottom out inside her and the telltale twitching of his cock as he came with her. The powerful orgasm crashed through her body as he filled her pussy with his hot, thick cum. She felt any semblance of brainpower that was left short-circuit, and she went completely blank.
"...And wide awake, up up up!"
Beryl blinked, her eyes focusing on the chaotic mess of papers strewn across her desk, as usual. She must have gotten lost in her thoughts as her assistant droned on about something stupid again.
"Did you enjoy your training?" She swiveled to see her assistant standing behind her, adjusting his tie.
"I--" What training? What did I need training for? Why can't I remem--
"Of course." She smiled at her assistant, surprisingly warm, despite the predatory quality her smirks always bore. "I always enjoy our training."
Her assistant smiled back and, with a courteous nod, bowed out of Beryl's office. Beryl herself turned back to her desk, only subconsciously aware of a sense of deep satisfaction, and of the cum slowly pooling into her underwear.
You felt your partnerās hand go to the back of your neck. Their fingers were gently rubbing in small circles. It was a nice, soothing feeling. You let out a soft, contented sigh, and your partner smiled. āFeels nice, doesnāt it? Just letting me unwind your body.ā
As they spoke, you felt relaxation trickling down your spine, spreading out through your chest and limbs. āAll that peaceful comfort that I give you. Giving in so easily. You want more of this, donāt you? Just nod your head for me. Say āYes dominantā.ā
āYes dominant.ā You said, feeling your resistance melting away as the relaxation began to encompass your mind.
Their fingers felt so nice, each movement was a small piece of bliss. āBut more than comfort, you can begin to feel pleasure, canāt you?ā
As they said it, the sensation changed. Where it had been a soft, peaceful touch before, you could now feel tingles of arousal, radiating out from where they were touching you. Arousal that blossomed into pleasure. Your soft contented sighs became gentle moans.
āThatās it. Such a good toy. So quick to sink. So easy to drop for me. Sinking into pleasurable trance. Because trance is pleasure, and pleasure is trance. So just sink deeper. Let the pleasure take over. Let me take over, my love. Just give in to pleasure. Give in to trance.ā
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I clandestinely edit your music playlist to add just a few hypnosis tracks to it.
You sit down and listen to music. You zone out a bit. You sing along to your favourite song. You mindlessly repeat how much you love to obey. You hum along with the last song on the playlist before sitting up to get on with your day.
I wonder why you're feeling so subby all of a sudden?
Putting you in trance is just a formality; we both know that if I hold your eyes and pitch my voice just right, my words slip straight into your pretty little head and become your reality.
So listen closely, sweetheart; I'll show you just how much power my words have.
āSomething slow, and soft.ā You said. Your partner had just asked what sort of trance you wanted, and after the day you had had, slow and gentle was exactly what you needed.
Your partnerās smile was reassuring. They gestured to the seat next to them on the sofa.
āOkay honey, we can do slow, and soft.ā They said, wrapping you in their arms as you sat next to them. Their warmth was reassuring, and you cuddled into them. āJust breathe deeply for me. Focus on my voice. You donāt need to think right now. Iāve got you.ā
Their voice was soft, and comforting. You felt safe, encircled by their presence. You took a deep breath, in time with them. āThatās it. Breathe deep, and let your mind go. You donāt have anywhere to be, except right here, with me. Close your eyes for me.ā
You obeyed, eyes slipping shut as you let their voice trickle gently into your mind. āThere you go. So peaceful, and letting each moment that passes quieten your mind. No thinking. Just sinking softly and sweetly into trance for me.ā Your thoughts were slowing, stopping.
āItās so easy to relax like this, with me. Itās so simple to give in to these nice, warm feelings, wrapping around your body and mind. Making you feel calm, and contented. Completely at ease. Just letting yourself zone out. Safe, and comfortable in my arms.ā
Their words were so nice to listen to, and it all left you feeling so very peaceful. āThatās it, plaything. Just feel these nice, gentle feelings, filling up your body and mind. You deserve to feel warm, and comfortable, and relaxed. Feel my will taking over responsibility for a while.ā
You let out a soft murmur of contentment as they spoke. They paused for a moment, before saying. āGive me a colour, pet.ā
āGreen.ā You said, responding to the check in automatically. You were safe, you were secure. You wanted more of this. They held you tighter for a moment, before continuing.
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āWhat a good toy youāre being. I want you to think less. Can you say that for me? Think less?ā Your hypnotist said, smirking down at you.
āThink less.ā You said, still staring at the pendant they had swinging before you. It was so easy to watch, as their voice emptied out your mind.
āThatās it, again.ā They said.
āThink less.ā
āAnd again. Each time you say it, it becomes harder to think.ā
āThink less.ā You felt your thoughts slowing even more.
āGood toy. So blank. So empty. Keep on repeating it.ā They said, slowing the swing of the pendant slightly.
āThink less.ā The words felt so easy for you to say.
āThink less.ā So hard to think.
āThink less.ā Thoughts disappearing.
āTh-think less.ā You wanted to say the words.
āThinkā¦ less.ā But they were slipping though your emptying mind.
āThink- thinkā¦ thinkā¦ā There was another word, wasnāt there? āThinkā¦ā you couldnāt remember. You were thinking less now. And it felt so good.
āAnd stop there, toy. Thatās enough thinking from you. Youāve done so well. So just keep sinking for me.ā Your hypnotist said.
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This was released yesterday on patreon (patreon.com/hypnopum) and subscribestar (https://www.subscribestar.adult/hypnopum)! Support me there to get early access to all future microfictions, from just Ā£1/month! Or, from Ā£5/month, you get access to my monthly longer pieces!
You can also buy my book, Mesmorium, now, on Amazon, and Smashwords. It's an anthology of twelve tales of deliciously hot hypnosis and mind control. It's queer, and sexy as hell!
It's called brainwashing because it's a basic sanitary practice; It's actually super gross if you don't get yourself properly brainwashed from time to time to ensure a clean mind and proper obedience.
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