“I’m not trying to be mean or anything.” He shrugged. “It’s just that everyone has a knack for one thing or another. And this happens to be yours, doesn’t it?” All that answered him was a muffled whimper. Not surprising, considering where the evening had led, but still the reaction always sent a shiver down his spine. “That’s the delightful thing about minds, isn’t it? They are capable of being manipulated in so many fun ways. It’s like your brain was literally built to be softly tricked and lulled into docile compliance for me! Wouldn’t you agree?” He never would admit it out loud, but it was impossible not to get intoxicated by the feeling of grabbing a slack, dazed face and force a helpless head into a clear nod. Especially this one. “Of course you would.” He kept his voice sweet and carefree. As if he were not currently in the process of turning any possibility of choice into mere illusions. “Because it really feels too good to stop, doesn’t it?” After countless repetitions night after night, the words were met with only the faintest mewl. The sound was the single strongest response he could have imagined at this point. Strong enough to resonate all the way down to his deepest desires to tear into the vulnerable mind that so readily opened itself up to him.
Instead he restrained himself, the only selfish indulgence he allowed himself being the way his fingers traced the outline of a face that seemed to grow more and more blank with every passing moment. He could not have stopped his hands from doing that unless he would actually tie them down. But that would be bad. If he could not use his hands, how else would he make sure that no matter how often he reiterated that it was perfectly safe and normal to relax into this feeling and into his manipulations, those neck muscles could still hold enough tension to keep a clear line of sight to the spiral?
“Not like we need it at this point, do we?” He puppeteered his favourite toy into yet another empty nod. No response this time. Only the way those heavy eyes fluttered a little bit faster at his words gave away that they even registered at all. It burned itself into his mind and he knew without even needing to question it that this moment and this face would appear for him every time he closed his eyes for weeks to come. It always did.
“The spiral isn’t what actually hypnotized you, is it? But it made sure you were nice and spellbound and fascinated by it while my words dismantled your will thought by thought, right?” By this point he was just forcing the nod because it was far too delightful to feel how limp every single part of his doll had become. Not even a token amount of resistance left, every shadow of bratty defiance melting away faster than new decisions could form. Even those warm, clever eyes had rolled all the way up, to the point where he just knew it was physically impossible for them to actually see the spiral anyway. But that didn’t matter half as much as the certainty that he took control. That even if they ever refocused on the room, or at least on the screen he kept that empty head pointed at, there would be no choice but to fall right back into the swirling band of colours. Because he didn’t leave any room for choice. And because they both needed him to do that.
“You’re so good at being hypnotized by me because you’re simply so incredibly skilled at being my mindless, obedient sub.” From countless sessions like this one he knew without a doubt they were past the point of words, let alone complex responses, when even that suggestion only triggered another moment of fluttering eye rolls. Some nights he began to talk just for the sake of talking once they came this deep. The words were far less important most of the time than to anchor this feeling to the sound of his voice. But other nights… “And I made you this way.” Instantly he noticed the signs. A sudden, deeper breath, almost transforming into a gasp as the words found exactly the right button to press. A twitch, the epitome of voluntary movement this entranced brain wanted to be able to achieve. The flushed heat spreading along the skin under his fingertips as even through the haze of mesmerized devotion, the rush of submissive bliss at the idea was almost too much. The burning intensity wrapped in such subtle changes always got to him. There was no high quite like making such a bright mind lean this far into the belief that he really was rewiring everything about it to reshape an entire person into the perfectly brainwashed toy of his fantasies for his own pleasure. Except perhaps the unparalleled sensation that was born from knowing that the person in question craved it every bit as much.
“That’s right, isn’t it?” The way his hands moved his toy up and down made it anything but a question, yet he strictly kept the gentle permissive tone. Never ask too much too quick, his brain would tell him. It had taken them years to build up to this point, and yet that nagging voice in the back of his mind wanted to hit the brakes. Even in a moment like this. Especially then. “It’s not a mean thing at all that I am wiping away every last trace of your free will, because you never had that to begin with, right?” It would forever amaze him how a face so utterly devoid of conscious thought or intent could manage to grow even more eager to obey at those words. There was no magic greater than finding exactly the right thing to say to the right person at the right time to watch them come undone in the most pleasurable ways. There was neither recognition or recollection behind those empty doll eyes anymore. As soon as they took a break, all this already would have turned into little more than vague guesses about the events that occurred. Yet in this moment he was certain that his control was everything to this precious mind broken dolly. Just like its surrender was everything to him.
“All you want is to helplessly follow and obey Master’s will instead, isn’t it?” There it was. The softest, high pitched whining noise. He couldn’t resist it. There was a kind of spell in the sound that pulled him in and made him want to break his doll so as to bind it in deep mindless devotion. “So really, I’m not bullying you by wiping more and more thoughts from that mind, right? If anything, I’m doing you a favour. You really are such a pretty thing, all melting and submitting and obeying in deep trance. That’s a skill worth building up! And the fact it makes you a more and more mindlessly devoted toy entirely for me really is just icing on the cake, isn’t it?” Even as they had to shift positions, moving didn’t take away from the magic of the moment at all. “So I’m definitely not wrapping your mind and will around my finger. These words don’t instill an overwhelming compulsion to serve and please me. None of that is happening to you right in this moment, so you don’t need to resist it at all. Understood?” One of these days he had to try and find a way for his doll to see what he saw in response to the devious twisted suggestion he fed to an all too receptive empty head on its way up and down and up and down. He had never done that. It was one thing to fully immerse themselves in a mutual fantasy, but even though it would be at their request, he’d not yet brought himself to take the risk of taking pictures or even a video. But it would come up in their discussions again. That much was clear already. And he wasn’t surprised. A sight so breathtakingly beautiful was worth being shown off. Especially to the person in the picture. All the more when their brain so happily turned any memory of the event into a deeply impressionable haze he could manipulate at his leisure.
Carefully he moved them onto eye level, deliberately removing the spiral from view. “You’re not totally hypnotized right now,” he lied with a warm smile. “So there is no need to resist my hypnotic suggestions.” He loved to imagine that those eyes fluttered so much at these words because they felt drawn to his, but realistically it rather was a sign that they were too far gone in trance to really focus on anything nearby. “Listening to my voice does not program you to obey me without thinking. So it’s in your best interest to listen only to me for a little while longer, okay?” It made no difference if that head nodded along on its own or if it was a result of his grip gently but firmly forcing it. But the later was by far the better tease and he simply couldn’t stop. “Don’t look away.” As if those eyes could be convinced to look anywhere but into the void where a consciousness had been earlier. “Just listen.” Right now, until this session wrapped up, he was someone’s entire world. Could there be a better feeling than that? “Obey.” The word that had started one of the most fascinating dynamics one could imagine. He placed a kiss on their forehead. “Sleep.” In a little while they would wake up as thoughts and mind naturally returned to where they needed to be. Which parts did they love this time? How much would they remember and which parts would they want him to remind them off? He couldn’t wait to find out.
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