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"Gone." by Zany Danger

This is a story that includes an induction! There is no awakener, but you will find if you go into trance you will easily and capably be able to pull yourself up after reading.

CW: F/nb, hypnosis, touch, submission.

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The way they looked, one could understand why they were such a profoundly effective hypnotist. The cat-like way they moved about. The touches she chose to make felt so natural, it would be surprising if they never happened. The way her voice touched a part so vulnerable and readied the person hypnotized to obey her.

The session started innocent, she asked me what my preferences were for what I wanted to be called, and shared her own.

“You may call me S,” she cooed.  

“Yes, S.”

“Good, Bret. Just like that.” She moved one finger across my shoulder and down my arm.

Despite myself, I made a low moan. “Thank you, S.”

“Very good. Are you ready to be hypnotized, Bret?”

“Yes, S. Yes, please.” I couldn’t help but shift in my chair from excitement.

“Okay Bret. Make yourself more comfortable. You can loosen your top button and tie. I do appreciate the effort made. You look so fresh, it is clear that you wanted to make a good first impression. As you do this, you’ll start to feel even better than you thought you could by doing such a simple action. That’s right.”

“Yes, S.” I could feel my mind starting to change.

“That’s good, Bret. Just focus on my voice inside your head.”

She now was in front of me, one hand on my shoulder and the other in my hair. Her gaze was softly penetrating my mind. Her hand moved around to the front of my forehead, and traced her fingers down my face to my chest.

“Allow yourself to drop easily and fully down. With each exhale, allow your mind to release and fall away as I count down from 5, 4, 3, 2 and 1 completely gone now.”

I could feel myself gently falling through he chair and down below me. The swirling inevitably of my own trance, coupled with her expert influence, lulled me into a safe and calm surrender. Whether it was five minutes or five hours, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Time lost its meaning, and I was lost and happy in trance.

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Petting by Zany Danger

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This writing was inspired by some true things that may have happened, or that I wanted to happen, anyway!

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CW: Petting, touch, hypnosis, emotion.

Frey had recently come back from a leisure trip out west. She was welcomed home with open arms to sickness. It started at first like a run-of-the-mill cold, and some mysterious force (bacteria) showed up and stole her voice away.

Frey is a hypnotist by trade and uses her voice for all sorts of things. Her nerves caused her to get concerned. She went to the doctor and was given a prescription that she was assured would clear up the infection with time, returning her voice.

Several of her friends and partners were kind and caring towards her during this time. She kept finding herself getting frustrated. If only she could say this thing, in *that* way. The way that causes people to fall deeply into trance, swoon, or bite their lower lip in adoration.

Frey was told after the fourth day of the medication she was no longer infectious. She had a partner come for a visit. The previous night she had a dream about petting someone into a deep trance, and decided this was a good technique to test. She had missed doing touch- based trances.

She wrote on a piece of paper asking her partner if she could pet them into trance? The partner was so thrilled by this idea they shouted, “Oh gods, yes!”

Looking into her partners’ eyes, she wordlessly traced their features with her fingertips. Slowly, using more and more of her hand, lightly caressing their whole face. The look of calm and delight mixed together on their face was enough to cause Frey to redden. Passing a hand over the forehead, down the nose, mouth, chin, neck, then chest, Frey was able to see the shift. She held her hand out and put some pressure on their chest, taking the other arm and teasing their ear, neck, shoulder, and arm. She repeated this several times, in similar and different places, which yielded the desired effect.

Her partner was deeply hypnotized now, and laying flat on the bed. They were making happy little moans and sounds that told Frey, just how successful she had been. After some time, Frey snapped her fingers very close to her partner’s ear, while her other hand pet upwards on their arm.

Frey croaked, “ Welcome, back.”

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Foggy by Zany Danger

This post was a prompt from @ellaenchanting for her story this month! She gave me the word "Finicky." Thank you! I admit I took a backwards path to this, but it being close to halloween this story fits.

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Cw: Witchy stuff, hypnosis, mind control, F/f, questioning reality, velvet.

At five o’clock on a cool October morning, Mabel woke up under a spell. She felt as if the fog she could see in the harbor near her house, had somehow drifted into her head. Mabel thought as she put her coat on and stepped outside, “what a dense fog, so thick.”

Moments later, she found herself in a place that she didn’t recognize as her neighborhood. She turned around to face where she came from, her house wasn’t there. In its place was a darkly painted house. It reminded her of a story she wrote recently. Just like in her story, there was a lantern on the porch with an amber flame burning inside it. Confused, Mabel walked up the steps to examine the lantern.

Mabel spoke to herself. “Am I in a dream? Is this real?”

A smooth calming voice coming from behind said, “This is more real than your everyday, dear.”

Mabel was taken off guard by this voice. She was standing on a strangers porch fiddling with a lantern. She turned to face a woman that also seemed to have stepped right out of her story. Long dark hair, steely blue eyes, and draped in emerald velvet. Perplexed, she quickly apologized and moved down to the flagstone path leading up to the house.

“Now, now. You have nothing to apologize for. You seem lost, would you like to come inside?”

Mabel felt drawn in as if there was something moving her inside the house. “I obey,” Mabel thought. It felt almost as if there was a wall of velvet moving her inside. She loved the feeling of being compelled. “Yes, thank you. I’m Mabel.”

“We know who you are. We’ve been waiting. You remember me, yes?”

“I…I think I do. Are you Jane?”

“Yes, That’s me. You are most welcome Mabel.”

“How..? I?”

“You intuited our existence, our coven here. Even though in your mind we were part of a story, some part of you knows we exist. We called you here earlier this evening. A certain spell we are working on is become a little finicky and we thought you could be helpful, as your gifts have recently started showing themselves.”

“I…”

“Please sit. I know you are confused.” Jane moved her fingertips to Mabel’s temples. “You will find that emotion simply fading away now, and replaced with understanding. Good.”

Mabel tried to speak, but became blissfully distracted by Jane’s touch, and voice. Her eyes un-focusing and focusing, drunk on this feeling. Little moans of contentment came from her every so often.

Jane said, “Repeat after me, as this is part of our coven’s annual ritual.”

“Yes, Jane.”

“Tonight we become one, through our struggles and our plight.”

“Tonight we become one, through our struggles and our plight.”

“Through the darkness we shall thrive, hear our call creature of night!”

“Through the darkness we shall thrive, hear our call creature of night!”

Jane was satisfied with how pliable Mabel had become, both in body and mind. She, standing behind Mabel, moved her hands to her shoulders and then caressed her neck and chest.

Jane spoke something into Mabel’s ear that she didn’t understand but repeated anyway. Everything went dark as she said the last syllable.

Mabel woke to the fall sun filtering through her bedroom window. On the bedside table was a note that read, “looking forward to next we meet. Jane.” Mabel sighed.

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Resilience by Zany Danger

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Moving (prompt by @shadowdmaestro)

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The watch was moving back and forth, capturing her soon to be mindless gaze.