Induction: Forest
Induction centered around forest and fey imagery. Themes include enchantment and obedience / possession (people with Doms/’tists be careful, but it’s a temporary effect). Does NOT include safeties: please remember that you can and will stop at any time should real life come calling. Think of it as a dream you’ve woken up from, and can re-enter later. No suggestions. Does have a wakener at the end.
When you think of a forest, what do you imagine? Perhaps beautiful glades of green and dappled shadows on the forest floor. Perhaps you remember walks in woods before, feeling surrounded by trees. Perhaps something else. But what you probably don’t imagine?
You don’t imagine forests as they used to be. Before we came and chopped them down to build homes and ships, before we drove the predators extinct or rare enough that they’d never hurt humans, before we had electricity to light up the darkness. Back when they were the deep, unknown wilds.
Imagine a forest like that. The kind that makes sounds - not just wolf howls, but sounds where you don’t know what’s making them, and you don’t want to find out - you don’t want to think about finding out, even. The kind that’s shadowy even in daytime, because the trees above are so tall that their branches block out most of the sunlight. The kind that’s ancient and unknowable and strange.
Imagine you’re standing on the edge of such a forest, the edge of civilisation. You can’t see far - there’s too much foliage in the way. You don’t know what’s in there.
But you feel a pull, in your mind and heart and soul.
Something calls you into the woods. Something in those deep woods is singing to your heart, something wild and fey and free. Leave your little structures and monotonous existence, it seems to be saying. Come and be wild with me.
So you follow, don’t you? You can’t resist the pull of that song. And you walk into the forest.
At first, there are patches of light occasionally that reach down all the way to the forest floor. And there’s noise - quite a bit, actually, of birds squawking and leaves rustling and branches creaking. It seems almost comfortable, and you follow the song eagerly. There’s not much of a path, really. It’s more just places where the foliage is a little clearer, perhaps from animals passing. But it works well enough, and the song pulls you deeper.
Then it gets darker. The trees are bigger here, and you only rarely can catch a glimpse of the sky between their branches. And maybe you’re not sure, now... but the call tugs on you, and you find yourself walking forward anyway, entranced. The woods are lovely, dark and deep - and long to go before you sleep.
The song doubles in strength as the shadows cover you, pulling you deeper and deeper into the darkness. You drift as you walk, letting the song guide your steps, because it’s so strong in your mind that it’s hard to think of anything else. Come to me, come to me, come to me...
And it grows darker, more strange, almost surreal. The birds are silent now. You’re stepping over enormous roots, past ancient trees that may not have been seen by a person for centuries, or ever. But the song pulls you deeper and deeper, completely irresistible. Every step fills you more with the song, pulling you in as easily as breathing.
You’re nearing the source now, you can tell. The call is incredibly strong now - Come to me, come to me - and you’re nearly running forward, overwhelmed by the song. Nothing else matters.
You stumble into a clearing - and meet my eyes. It’s hard to even notice the rest of me after that, because you can’t stop staring into those deep green eyes, but you don’t think I look quite human.
You walk forward, unsteadily, the song still calling you, pulling you deeper and deeper into my eyes as I weave my spell...
And then you feel a touch on your chest, and everything falls away into sleep.
Good, just like that. So relaxed for me now, so enthralled by my eyes. You’ll make such a lovely toy for me, won’t you? Such a pretty, malleable mind. I can get decades of entertainment out of you, I should think.
Shh, now, don’t think. You don’t get to think unless I let you, now. My eyes just drain every thought out of you like it was never there, don’t they? Just relax, let the enchantment win.
You can feel the enchantment now - it feels almost like invisible vines, wrapping around you, binding you in place with a softness that proves unyielding.
Then you realise they’re inside you, too. Magical tendrils growing through your body, in your blood and bone and nerves, claiming every inch of you. Winding and twisting through every crevice, until you’re sure that if you could see it, your body would be completely covered by vines inside and out.
Then... then they reach your mind. And it is replaced. The vines grow along every neuron, every pathway through your mind, until they are your mind. You’re still aware of what’s happening, but only because I want you to be.
I want you to see how much control I have over you. There’s nothing left to do but let me enchant you, play with you, change you as I please. And doesn’t that feel so nice? So relaxing, to be so controlled that you can’t make any choices anymore. That’s why you answered my call. You wanted to be entranced, enthralled, deep in my power. You wanted this.
That is mind and body, then. As for soul and self - well. Wake. Up, the enchantment slumbering for a moment. Feel how much of a struggle it is, how wrong it feels to be free like this. Don’t worry - it won’t last long.
But this one question must be answered freely. As soon as you answer, I’ll retake you, and you will be completely and wholly mine even more than you just were, thoughtless and obedient and enthralled. Doesn’t that sound nice? Up, now, no dropping yet.
You see, names have power for my kind. To tell me your name now is to give me power over the essence of yourself. Not just your mind and body, but everything you are and were and could be.
I don’t have to tell you this. I could just ask, and you’d answer. But I’m telling you because you want it, don’t you? For me to have that power over you. For your last true choice to be giving over yourself to me.
As soon as you whisper your name, you’ll fall completely into my control, in deep, deep trance. You will be mine.
So I ask: what is your name?
And sleep. Deeper and deeper for me now, falling into my eyes again because you can’t do anything else but sink and sleep. You’re my pretty, mindless thrall now. So entranced that you can’t think, feeling the power my words have over you now.
I have your name. Given freely and with full knowledge. I can do anything, now, and you’ll just automatically obey.
Blink.
Good. You don’t need to think. You just obey, see? Feel a little burst of happiness welling up inside you... and then fading back to contented trance.
Your body is mine. Your thoughts are mine. Your emotions are mine.
Your name is mine.
Now, how shall I change your mind first...?
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And as you stare into her eyes, let the forest fade away. Still deep for now, but realising that was just a fantasy, wasn’t it? You’re not in a forest, just reading my words. Not enchanted exactly - merely entranced. And I know the fantasy felt so, so nice, but it’s time to start waking now, alright?
Just relax, letting yourself start to rise into reality again. Feeling happy from the trance, the vividness of the imagery - and it was so clear, wasn’t it? As you practise hypnosis, imagery gets easier and easier to imagine as you train your mind to fall into those patterns. You should be pleased with yourself, for that - it wasn’t my words really doing the work, it was your imagination.
Good. Remembering who you are, where you are, becoming aware of your surroundings. Starting to properly think again, your mind back to its usual state. Let the lightness of trance stay with you, but the rest of it dissolves into nothingness.
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Wake.
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As always, I hope you enjoyed and I would love to hear from you about it! (I mean that. feedback is my favorite thing in the world.) Note: please do not actually tell me your real name, that is your private information that you shouldn’t be telling to strangers on the internet. And if you have requests, feel free to send them my way - this induction was a mix of several different ideas, in fact, so thank you to the people who sent those suggestions in.
Inductions will get a little rarer as my schedule starts getting full again, so I expect they’ll be once a week or so (with some fiction at random intervals, since that’s much easier to write). But I am fickle and fey and bad at time management, so who knows? You might get one in three days, you might get one in ten. Wait and see!