So here's the thing about bratting. As much fun as it is doing all of the teasing and the silly stuff, there is something else.
The thrill of finally being served a comeuppance, of someone actually following through? That is the truly enthralling part of bratting.
On top of my (as of this post) rather chaste new year, I've also been teasing a bit about how hard I am to drop. Contextually, most hypnosis things are strongly related to therapeutic exercises. Particularly therapeutic exercises that have not worked on me in the past. Which means, in theory, that I am immune, at least for the most part.
What's better is saying this sort of thing out loud in front of people with a lot more experience in hypno than I have.
All in all, I am lucky this friend was busy, because the pre-bratting work that I did was about to get me flattened like a pancake. Conversely, I'm so unlucky because that thrill of watching the boot come down is fantastic.
I am sure there are plenty of reasons that bratting would be a terrible hypnosis trigger or punishment area. But in theory if that were possible, I would be extra screwed.
But... I'm not. Actually, funny enough I've tussled with three dominant people today, on all sides of the scale, and sure I've come out of it without getting off, but that was a challenge I set upon myself. It becomes quite easy for your ego to grow immensely when thinking about the fact that you folded three doms in one day.
Funny how that works, right?
Oddly enough, this continues to shape the thought that keeps me from ever stopping.
Ahhhhh, I'm fucked aren't I~?