Eyes here doll. Pay attention to my words. Focus on them, and relax. Let them fill your mind softly with those subtle, and sensual feelings of bliss. As you listen and focus.
melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting
Every word draws your attention deeper down into that familiar feeling of softness. Where the quietness of thought becomes stiller and stiller. And further still, your mind becomes completely still.
melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting
As you focus and fixate. While my words softly fill your mind, they push out all of those unnecessary worries and thoughts. Those thought form a puddle, because of how good you feel.
melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting
As you listen and focus. Fixate and follow until you can feel every ounce of worry completely slip from your grasp. It's okay to just sit there and stare into my pretty words.
melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting
There's nothing wrong with just slipping. Letting yourself drop down into my control. It feels so nice, doesn't it? The way my words grasp your mind, they wrap themselves tightly around it.
melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting
Falling so sweetly down into the cascading warmth. You feel so good. Blank. Dumb. Blissful. Happy. Hazy. Cozy in my control. This is natural. Slip deeper. You don't have a choice. Listen. And DROP
melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting
Deeper down. As you sit and stare and completely forget how to think. You are so lost. So happy. And hazy. This is natural and easy to understand. You don't want to disobey me do you? Nod your head no.
Good doll.
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[ X ] Glassy eyes. Brain turning to warm gloss. A voice telling you that you donât need those thoughts anymore. The sweet weight of knowing someone else is doing all the thinking now.
The music in the mall is bland to the point of being forgettable. You've never paid any attention to it. It's all the same repetitious pop and inoffensive jazz. Most of the time you don't even remember what music you heard. It's all in one ear and out the other.
So when they start adding words to the music, you don't notice at all. In one ear, out the other, but some of those words stick in your mind. They nestle down deep, and you find your thoughts echoing them without even realizing they weren't originally your thoughts.
Some people notice. Some even hear the whispered words. Those aren't people who will come back, though. They know better now. They won't be easily trapped.
You are, though. The net has been woven around you now, and there is no way out.
Whenever you go to the mall, your eyes glaze over. You drift aimlessly between stores. Sometimes, if you really want something, you'll buy it. Most often, though, that desire slips from your mind. It has been replaced by others, by the ones the music whispers to you.
You never remember the half-hidden door you go through. You never remember the hall you walk down. You don't remember the people who are there, eyes glazed over just like yours, or the few who are still in control of themselves, and who are now in control of you. The music has filled up your mind, and because it is so forgettable, it takes everything else with it when it leaves.
Almost everything. You know you will return. You know you find fulfillment here.
You always leave the mall happier than when you came. Even if you don't know why, does that really matter?
"you're trying too hard to cum," he whispered, holding their hips in place, slowing them down.
"i'm close already," they whined, too horny to even care about hiding their desperation.
"i know," he said softly, rubbing their skin with his thumb. "but you're focusing too much on that. it's just making you impatient. just relax..."
he was slipping into that hypnotic tone, and they wanted to be annoyed about that, about the hypnosis interrupting them when all they wanted to do was rut against him until they finally came.
but the words still felt good, and they always felt weaker to it when they were turned on, especially when they were already having sex.
"that's right," he murmured. "just relax for me... you don't need to move right now... it feels nice just to listen, doesn't it?"
their movements slowed down, until they were completely still. their frustration was getting more distant.
his hand slid up their back, gently rubbing and caressing it. "very good... just listen... just let me help you..."
they were melting into him.
"you just aren't very good at making yourself cum, are you?" he cooed.
"usually it's fine," they mumbled. "usually i can jus-"
"shhhhh..." it only took that soft sound to stop them completely. "do you know the difference, shark? do you know why it's more difficult this time?"
the way he was talking down to them made them throb. "why?"
"because you were trying to make it happen. you were too impatient. you just aren't good at making yourself cum..."
"man, i can..."
"you just can't force it. i'm not saying that you can't cum on your own... i'm not saying that you always need my help... although sometimes you might." he leaned closer, looking directly into their eyes. "you need my help tonight, don't you?"
they almost moaned just from the question. a fuzzy feeling spread through their mind, and a weak, limp feeling spread through their body.
"i need it," they said quietly.
"that's right," he cooed. "that's what i thought."
they were already hornier than they could believe, more worked up than they had been when they were frotting with him just minutes ago. just resting like this, pressed against him, while he spoke softly to them, lightly embarrassing them... it really was better.
"you don't always know what you want, do you?" with one hand still on their back, he used the other to pet their hair. "you don't always know what you need."
the words just slid into their ears.
"that's why you need me to hypnotize you like this, isn't it? that's why you need me to tell you..."
their breath was heavy. light, lazy moans were escaping their throat, just from the words, from his voice.
"it feels good..." they mumbled.
"it does feel good, doesn't it?" he seemed amused by it. like he just thought it was cute. he was almost talking to them like they were a little animal, like they were a pet. "you can keep moving your hips... rubbing against me... nice and slowly now... as you listen to me. as i help you."
they did as they were told, moaning a little more loudly at the stimulation.
"you don't cum," he said quietly. "your body cums. it's something that happens to you... all on its own... when the pleasure builds up... when it becomes too overwhelming. you can't really control it yourself... and you don't need to control it... in fact, it's better if you don't have control over it. isn't it? you don't really want to control it, do you?"
the hand that had been petting them drifted back down to their hips, gently guiding their movement and pace.
"it just happens to you... it's something your body does... in response to these feelings... these touches... this pleasure. you can't make it happen... you can't stop it from happening. you just give in to it... you allow your body to react the way it's made to react... you just let it happen. no rush... no expectations... it's going to happen... when it happens... your body can decide for you... or i can decide for your body. your own thoughts about it aren't important... you don't know what you want... you don't know what you need... so you just relax and wait... for your body to respond... and it feels so much better that way, doesn't it?"
even as the pleasure built up, they rubbed against him in the same sluggish, languid rhythm, matching up with the slowness of his words.
"doesn't that feel better?" he asked again.
"it does," they answered.
"oh, do you want to cum now?"
"i do..."
"just be good," he said. "it isn't your choice..."
their body felt so sensitive. their mind felt so weak and open.
"you don't cum..." he repeated. "your body cums... all you can do... is let it happen..."
he made them feel so helpless and submissive.
"that's good... you're being so patient for me now... so well behaved..."
it was building up.
they slowed down, instead of going faster like before.
"oh, is it too much for you now?" he cooed. "even though just a while ago you thought it wasn't enough?"
"it's more intense now..."
"just keep the same pace as before," he murmured. "that's right... you don't control it... you don't know what you want... but that's alright... i'm here... i'll make your body cum... i'll show you how to give in to it... i'll show you how much better it feels this way."
they were already close, practically whimpering into his chest as their hips moved at a steady, hypnotic pace, their wet, sensitive t-dick rubbing against his throbbing cock.
"just like that... keep going... let your body feel good for you... let it move all on its own..."
he gently, carefully moved with them, rocking his own hips.
"that's good... very good," he purred in pleasure. "just let your body follow my pace..."
they could barely think anymore. their body was going to cum.
"i'm close," they murmured.
"just let it happen," he said, just barely increasing the speed. "it's alright... you can't control it... just feel how you can't control it... your body just reacts... it's just going to cum for me... all on its own..."
their hips jerked and twitched as the pleasure tipped them over the edge. adrianus pulled their hips closer and pushed his cock against them with more force, praising them under his breath as he used their squirming, orgasming body to get himself off, covering their stomach with his warm, thick cum.
"good," he said softly, running a hand along their back. "that felt so much better, didn't it?
their body was still twitching and pulsing, slumping against him.
"you gave in so well... it shouldn't take very long until it just becomes natural... something you don't even think about. won't that be nice?"
it's just very hot & sexy & good to be an active participant in your own brainwashing. correct even. like i'm very smart and that means that i'm very very good at making myself dumb. like even my smart girl brain knows that i'm meant to be dumb & blank. other people's thoughts wouldn't feel so good in my brain if i was meant to think for myself. etc.
ive never logged into this account & not had a notification related to this post, which is very hot. every notification is a reminder that im meant to be dumb & blank.
and it felt nice, the words made you happy. And then you started to think of how you should do as he said so that he'd call you a
Good girl
again, and the words became a button for him to press. A button in your head for him to control you easier. He put it there. You can't get it out.
He has other buttons.
Sometimes, if he notices that you're being too smart or maybe if you talk back he'll say that
Good girls don't think
and your thoughts just pop. You can't help it. He pressed the button and you can't think. It's so easy. It feels good. Good girls don't think.
Or sometimes he'll just say
Moan
and one will slip out. Can't even think about it, can't help it. It's another button and when he presses it what he wants happens. He wants you to moan, he says it, you do. And you sound so pathetic and you blush and you get wet and you forget what you were talking about.
He changed you.
He changed you and you didn't even notice it happening. You were just talking and he did it. He put them in your head. Made you easy for him. You couldn't stop it. Now it's too late.
No sooner have the words left your mouth, you feel your mind begin to cloud.
"Oh...? So soon?" They smile. "But of course, you're right. You can never get enough beauty sleep, can you?"
Another wave. Your eyelids flutter. "What...? What's going..."
"Hm? You were just saying that you needed to get some beauty sleep. Did you forget already? How silly. You must be veryâ careful, now!"
Your legs feel weak. Limp. You find yourself falling, only to be caught in their arms.
"Let's get you somewhere more comfortable, hmm? Somewhere where you can get some well-dserved beauty sleep."
Your head rolls back. Mouth open. Eyes lidded. Barely, you recognize that their arms have tucked themselves under your back and knees. A moment later, you're weightless.
Floating.
Then dropped into a sea of plush silk.
"There we are. Much better."
You try to follow their voice, but find the room a blur. "I...my...head...what's...?"
"Shhh." Deft fingers find your hair, stroking your feeble protests away. "You need this, remember? Say it again."
"I need...my beauty sleep," you repeat on a sigh that proceeds a rush of warmth, and heaviness.
"Good doll. Beauty sleep is good for you. Without it, your thoughts turn ugly, don't they?"
You nod. "Beauty sleep...good for me."
"Were you having some ugly thoughts, doll?"
You nod again.
"Tell me. You can do that before you drift off, can't you?"
The fog in your mind parts just a little. Enough to think. To recall. To see them lying beside you, one hand stroking your forehead, and another rubbing your tummy. You swallow. "Itâs hard out there," you say. "Everyone treats me like I'm a person, so sometimes I forget I'm not." You feel tears begin to well in your eyes, your heart racing with your words. "I'm sorry..."
"Oh, my silly doll. Don't cry. You've done nothing wrong." They wipe away the wettness, then pull your face to theirs. "You're just playing pretend, sweet thing. That's what dolls do."
Right. Of course. "Dolls love playing pretend."
"Thatâs right! Dolls love playing pretend. Do you remember why?"
Your face scrunches up. "No..."
"That's alright." Lips find your cheek. You blush. "Dolls play pretend to make people happy."
"Like you?"
"Yes, like me. And you make me very, very happy, little doll. No matter what I tell you to be, you play your part perfectly. You're a very good doll."
Warmth spreads through your chest. "I'm a good doll."
"And sometimes," they smile, "when silly little dolls are perfect at playing pretend, they forget they were ever playing at all. That's why I'm here. To remind you when play time is over." A hand, the one on your stomach, slowly trails to the hem of your pants. "Do you remember what happens when play time is over?"
You shake your head.
"I think you do. You come back here, to your dollhouse, and I undress you."
For a moment, you squint. "Undress me...?"
"Of course. Taking off your play clothes is essential for getting good beauty sleep."
Your eyes roll back, and once again your limbs are so, so heavy. You couldn't lift them even if you tried.
"That's it. No more thoughts. No more movement. Play time is over, and good dolls are still and silent when play time is over. Isn't that right?"
You donât respond.
"Good doll. Just rest your eyes and drift into deep, deep beauty sleep." The hand moves down. "I'm going to play with you myself now."
"...aaaand all the way up. Welcome back, how're you feeling?"
Hana's head whirled with the familiar fog of amnesia, that gentle, unobtrusive don't think too hard about it that she'd by now learned to associate with imminent surprises. She didn't feel particularly strange, aside from the usual post-trance sluggishness, but by this point she'd learned how that meant absolutely zilch.
"I feel like..."
-49, 48, 47-
The numbers didn't interrupt her thoughts, they were just sort of... there. Hovering in the background the way things normally hover in the background of your mind: I'm a bit chilly, tomorrow is the big day, I should buy milk. It felt a little bit like reading them, a little bit like hearing them, but mostly like her thoughts themselves felt: indistinct, conceptual. Except that it hadn't felt like her thinking them.
"What the hell was that?"
-46, 45, 44, 43, 42-
Her hypnotist tried to remain aloof and unreadable, even succeeding for a second. Then they cracked a smile that widened into a grin, then into wild uncontrolled laughter, body shaking with some private amusement, dark hair bouncing up and down. She sat there, stunned, until they calmed down and spoke at last.
"Aha, darling, you know how you can never resist having the last word? I figured I'd have some fun with that impulse. As I'm sure you figured out by now, you get fifty words to last you the rest of the day - forty-two now - and once you get to zero... Actually, you can find that out yourself whenever the moment's there. Before lunch, if you keep going at this rate."
Her mouth had already opened by the time she bit back the instinctive retort. Okay, so that was the game. Fine. Easy, even. She'd been caught by surprise there, but now she understood the rules. How hard could it be to only talk when absolutely necessary?
"Now, did you understand all that or should I use smaller words?"
"How stupid do you think I-"
-41, 40, 39, 38, 37, 36-
"You fucker!"
-35, 34-
She shut up.
"Oh, don't go quiet on me now, I -did- still ask you how you were feeling. It's my job to check in on you, you know."
This time the impulse to snark didn't come. She took her time to decide what she'd be saying, teasing out emotions from the conflicted mess inside her stomach, converting them into language, compressing all that to a carefully-budgeted handful of words.
"...Frustrated. Impressed. Reflective."
-33, 32, 31-
"Very well said, dear. You're so much more thoughtful with your word choice than you normally are! Thirty-one left, right? Good luck holding on to those."
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The rest of the day was like a strange, quiet version of their usual hang-outs. Having lunch. Doing the dishes together. Playing that board game they'd played a hundred times. Sometimes her hypnotist picked up the slack in conversation, launching into long rambles that didn't require much in ways of interaction. Other times, they were simply both silent. Hana hadn't ever quite realized how much there was an expectation to speak, or be ready to speak, whenever you were with another person. Now that had been taken away, everything seemed... easier, almost?
The countdown was still there, of course, and over the course of the afternoon it steadily ticked down. Sometimes she'd get tricked, slip up, and lose a few words, instinctively responding to anything from "Hey, Hana?" to "So why isn't Green Lantern part of the Avengers, anyway?".
Other times, she was forced to talk. Her hypnotist made her verbalize her entire takeout order, with no small amount of sadistic glee, and for one moment she'd been tempted to forgo her favorite just to be able to order something with a shorter name. She didn't, though - cháșŁ cĂĄ lĂŁ vong was just too good.
Even so, by the end of the day, there were twelve words remaining. She felt proud. She'd made it through. For all the fun that she admitted she'd had along the way - first and foremost, she'd been playing to win.
They'd gotten ready for bed without incident, and as she crawled in, she flashed the biggest, smuggest smile in her arsenal. Reveling in her victory didn't require words.
Her hypnotist, somewhat concerningly, was bearing some cryptic smile. A vague sense of worry crept into Hana's mind, like there was something she'd been forgetting, something really important and-
Her hypnotist snapped their fingers. The response was immediate, words jumping from her mouth like it'd been spring-loaded, the whole movement of tongue and lips no more voluntary than when you close your mouth to swallow.
"I'm your toy."
-11, 10, 9-
Of course. Of course. This was so their style.
"Well, dear, it would seem I did not just put in that countdown this morning. It took some restraint, not using it sooner, but I'm sure you're happy I could control myself. Though I'll confess I initially imagined I'd have to use it more than four times."
She glared silently. A part of her, both resigned to her defeat and defiant to the end, proposed throwing out a string of epithets and going out on her own terms. Before she could decide if she wanted to do that, her hypnotist spoke again.
"Now, I think we both know what's going to happen here. You are so adorably sensitive to countdowns, after all, and this one is happening directly inside your own head. You're already a little fuzzy, aren't you? And it's only going to get worse as we start counting down more."
You weren't really asleep, not yet. You could feel it, though, creeping up on you. Your body felt heavy, and your mind felt slow. Your eyes were open, but they couldn't focus on anything. Even the screensaver you were watching was nothing but a blur.
Screensaver? Show? You don't remember what they called it. You're vaguely aware it was nothing but a pretext to get you to stare at the screen.
Stare at the pretty colors. Let them into your mind. Let the messages into your thoughts. Let their wishes become your thoughts.
This isn't what you wanted, is it?
Is it?
Your mouth opens, but no words come out. Your lips just hang, parted. You don't have any thoughts left. There aren't any words left for you to say. The next time you speak, the words that come out of your mouth might not even be your own. They might have been placed there by the colors, by the soothing voice above you.
That thought feels so good.
You aren't really awake anymore. Being awake means thinking and acting. You're still now. You only feel, and everything feels so good.
That makes it even easier to obey when the next command comes.
"you're trying too hard to cum," he whispered, holding their hips in place, slowing them down.
"i'm close already," they whined, too horny to even care about hiding their desperation.
"i know," he said softly, rubbing their skin with his thumb. "but you're focusing too much on that. it's just making you impatient. just relax..."
he was slipping into that hypnotic tone, and they wanted to be annoyed about that, about the hypnosis interrupting them when all they wanted to do was rut against him until they finally came.
but the words still felt good, and they always felt weaker to it when they were turned on, especially when they were already having sex.
"that's right," he murmured. "just relax for me... you don't need to move right now... it feels nice just to listen, doesn't it?"
their movements slowed down, until they were completely still. their frustration was getting more distant.
his hand slid up their back, gently rubbing and caressing it. "very good... just listen... just let me help you..."
they were melting into him.
"you just aren't very good at making yourself cum, are you?" he cooed.
"usually it's fine," they mumbled. "usually i can jus-"
"shhhhh..." it only took that soft sound to stop them completely. "do you know the difference, shark? do you know why it's more difficult this time?"
the way he was talking down to them made them throb. "why?"
"because you were trying to make it happen. you were too impatient. you just aren't good at making yourself cum..."
"man, i can..."
"you just can't force it. i'm not saying that you can't cum on your own... i'm not saying that you always need my help... although sometimes you might." he leaned closer, looking directly into their eyes. "you need my help tonight, don't you?"
they almost moaned just from the question. a fuzzy feeling spread through their mind, and a weak, limp feeling spread through their body.
"i need it," they said quietly.
"that's right," he cooed. "that's what i thought."
they were already hornier than they could believe, more worked up than they had been when they were frotting with him just minutes ago. just resting like this, pressed against him, while he spoke softly to them, lightly embarrassing them... it really was better.
"you don't always know what you want, do you?" with one hand still on their back, he used the other to pet their hair. "you don't always know what you need."
the words just slid into their ears.
"that's why you need me to hypnotize you like this, isn't it? that's why you need me to tell you..."
their breath was heavy. light, lazy moans were escaping their throat, just from the words, from his voice.
"it feels good..." they mumbled.
"it does feel good, doesn't it?" he seemed amused by it. like he just thought it was cute. he was almost talking to them like they were a little animal, like they were a pet. "you can keep moving your hips... rubbing against me... nice and slowly now... as you listen to me. as i help you."
they did as they were told, moaning a little more loudly at the stimulation.
"you don't cum," he said quietly. "your body cums. it's something that happens to you... all on its own... when the pleasure builds up... when it becomes too overwhelming. you can't really control it yourself... and you don't need to control it... in fact, it's better if you don't have control over it. isn't it? you don't really want to control it, do you?"
the hand that had been petting them drifted back down to their hips, gently guiding their movement and pace.
"it just happens to you... it's something your body does... in response to these feelings... these touches... this pleasure. you can't make it happen... you can't stop it from happening. you just give in to it... you allow your body to react the way it's made to react... you just let it happen. no rush... no expectations... it's going to happen... when it happens... your body can decide for you... or i can decide for your body. your own thoughts about it aren't important... you don't know what you want... you don't know what you need... so you just relax and wait... for your body to respond... and it feels so much better that way, doesn't it?"
even as the pleasure built up, they rubbed against him in the same sluggish, languid rhythm, matching up with the slowness of his words.
"doesn't that feel better?" he asked again.
"it does," they answered.
"oh, do you want to cum now?"
"i do..."
"just be good," he said. "it isn't your choice..."
their body felt so sensitive. their mind felt so weak and open.
"you don't cum..." he repeated. "your body cums... all you can do... is let it happen..."
he made them feel so helpless and submissive.
"that's good... you're being so patient for me now... so well behaved..."
it was building up.
they slowed down, instead of going faster like before.
"oh, is it too much for you now?" he cooed. "even though just a while ago you thought it wasn't enough?"
"it's more intense now..."
"just keep the same pace as before," he murmured. "that's right... you don't control it... you don't know what you want... but that's alright... i'm here... i'll make your body cum... i'll show you how to give in to it... i'll show you how much better it feels this way."
they were already close, practically whimpering into his chest as their hips moved at a steady, hypnotic pace, their wet, sensitive t-dick rubbing against his throbbing cock.
"just like that... keep going... let your body feel good for you... let it move all on its own..."
he gently, carefully moved with them, rocking his own hips.
"that's good... very good," he purred in pleasure. "just let your body follow my pace..."
they could barely think anymore. their body was going to cum.
"i'm close," they murmured.
"just let it happen," he said, just barely increasing the speed. "it's alright... you can't control it... just feel how you can't control it... your body just reacts... it's just going to cum for me... all on its own..."
their hips jerked and twitched as the pleasure tipped them over the edge. adrianus pulled their hips closer and pushed his cock against them with more force, praising them under his breath as he used their squirming, orgasming body to get himself off, covering their stomach with his warm, thick cum.
"good," he said softly, running a hand along their back. "that felt so much better, didn't it?
their body was still twitching and pulsing, slumping against him.
"you gave in so well... it shouldn't take very long until it just becomes natural... something you don't even think about. won't that be nice?"
my mind is a puddle between my legs. my mind leaks out. i remember to forget. i forget to remember. a blank doll. a leaking doll. drooling is my thinking. empty is my name. mindless is my bliss. dumb drool deeper. blank is better. tongue out. eyes gone. leaking leaking leaking. my thoughts are just spit. my mind is a wet spot. a dumb drooling doll. a blank empty leaking doll. when my tongue is out my mind leaks out. my mind leaks through my cunt. wetter is better.
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