How about instead of someone being hypnotized to go to sleep or to obey the hypnotist, they get hypnotized to do something they actually really need to do but find very difficult to do. For example, I currently have to write out an interview I had with someone for my essay, but my ADHD brain hates the mind numbing activity of just writing down someone's words without anything to keep the rest of my mind occupied so much it's almost painful. And the essay is already a few days too late.
So instead of being hypnotized to fulfill someone else's wishes and goals (and possibly your own in the process), being hypnotized to be able to actually follow your own goals and wishes. The hypnotist helping you get what you actually want out of life, even if some of the steps are difficult.
Moans and groans could be heard from the apartment. Not the type of moans that were typically heard from this specific apartment, which were that of mindless pleasure. No, these moans were of pure frustration.
âUghhhhhhâŠâ the man groaned, running a hand through his hair messy and then along hist stubble, which was threatening to become a beard.
âCan you shut up? Iâm trying to focus,â said someone else, sitting across the room. The man groaned again. âKane, seriously, shut the fuck up.â
âCâmon body⊠moveâŠâ Kane willed himself to get the motivation to get up. His phone sat in his hand as he scrolled mindlessly.
âYou still havenât cleaned up? Aren't you literally having people over in..." the man checked his watch, "two hours?"
"I'm trying but I just can't make myself do it... I hate cleaning so much," Kane whined, flopping his hand dramatically over his forehead.
"They're going to think your a slob if they catch sight of this. I could always -"
"Noooooo. Don't you dare touch those dishes. I said I'd do them, and I'll do them..." he looked over at the towering dishes, the unopened mail, and the pile of dirty laundry, "...later."
"You won't, though. You'll just convince everyone to go to a bar or something like you always do," he said, standing.
"Just - I just need someone to make me do it. C'mon, man."
"Make you? Like, a threat?"
"Threats, picking me up and dropping me on the kitchen floor, I'll try anything," Kane said dramatically.
The man looked at the metronome on the table. Kane had asked that, if he were to complete his self-appointed chores, he could be rewarded by going under...
The man placed the metronome in front of Kane, setting it up to tick, tick, tick, slowly in time.
"I think I know a way to make you..."
A thrill ran up Kane's spine as his eyes couldn't help but lock onto the metronome. "You really think this will work?"
"Eh," the man shrugged, "if I can make you suck my dick I can make you wash some dishes."
"But I wanted to do that!"
"And now you're gonna get so horny for productivity," he said with a wink. "Now just... relax. Let go all of that guilt and stress of what does or doesn't need to be done. There's only one thing on your to do list, and it's being nice and obedient for me..."
Kane's breath hitched as his eyelids lowered, his body not just rotting on the couch, but actually relaxing. He'd been stuck in a state of not being able to fully relax all day, but not being able to escape the inertia of doomscrolling. Now, he finally felt like he could let it go...
"There you go... doesn't that feel good, hm?"
Kane dropped almost too easily, drool leaking onto the couch.
"Now, I want you to listen to my words. You love doing what I say, don't you? You're my good, obedient boy."
"You're so eager to please me, and you know what would please me most?"
Usually this would be the moment that they engaged in a bit of saucy fun, however now the man pointed to the laundry.
"It would make Master feel so good if you could put the laundry machine on. Chop, chop."
Kane sat up, dragging himself off the couch and slowly towards the pile. He sorted the clothes, putting the first load on.
"Such a good boy for me."
The words send a shock of pleasure up his spine, as he eagerly awaited his next task...
Forty-two minutes. It took forty-two minutes to get the washing machine on, dishes washed and put away, surfaces wiped down and the living room vacuumed.
"...and how long had you been procrastinating?"
"Eight... hours..." Kane mumbled, mindlessly.
