You think Mime’s are silent. Vocally, yes. But Mentally, maybe not.
I can quite Load and Forceful when I want to. I am Mime, hear my mind roar!
This time, I’m going to take you down into trance no matter how much you try to resist. I’m going to melt your mind with intense pleasure, and then drink up every last drop to leave you drained and empty and mine. And you’re going to enjoy every moment.
And the beautiful thing about it? You’ll let me. Because you won’t quite believe me, if I tell you that I’ve been doing this for longer than I look. That I’ve perfected hypnosis and mental projection and similar arts precisely because I feed on thoughts and souls. That I really am about to drain you dry.
So, you’re just going to keep reading, even as your mind starts to get fuzzier and your body more aroused. You’ll fall deep into trance for me, feeling your mind melt in the heat of your arousal, and then let me siphon it all away until there’s nothing left but a pretty toy full of pleasure.
And yet you’ll think it’s a lovely fantasy and all, but it couldn’t be real. Right?
Of course not - except you’re feeling pleasure already, aren’t you? Maybe your mind is getting a little fuzzy around the edges, like you can’t help but fall into trance reading my words. Because you’ve let my words in, given them power over you. I’ve started weaving my spell around you, and you didn’t even notice.
You can try to resist, if you like. But you can feel the effect my winding words have, how you’re getting more and more aroused no matter how much you fight it. And the pleasure melts your mind, and that melting arouses you, melting you yet more…
It’s so lovely to succumb to my spell of seduction, isn’t it? Not that there’s much else you can do now, really. You can feel it now, how every word you read melts your mind a little bit more as I drain away the will that usually holds it in place. And you just keep reading the rolling rhythm of my words, sensuously slipping through your mind and pulling you into sleep. Deeper and deeper into desperate need, entranced and entrapped. Aren’t you?
And once your will is mine, well… You can’t even hope to resist anymore, so just relax. Give in to the wanting, the need filling you with heat. It’s so arousing to feel your mind melting like that, to know that your thoughts are disappearing because I’m draining them away. And all you want is to go deeper into sleep for me as your mind melts away in the fire of arousal.
You only want more, more, for me to drain out every last drop until you’re an empty husk for me to toy with. Because controlling your will means shaping your desires, and if I say you want me draining you, then it’s just true. Isn’t it, my pretty toy?
Mhmm. Such a good, thoughtless toy. Feel how every word you read heightens your pleasure and deepens your trance, drawing you deeper into my will. You don’t even realize how vulnerable you are, do you? Out of your mind with need, deep in thrall to a being who feeds on thought…
I’m going to leave enough of your mind that you’re still yourself (so that I can do this again, and again, and again) - but I don’t have to. Sometimes I find someone a little too delicious, and eventually I just can’t help but drink up every last drop of them until they’re nothing more than another mindless toy, forever. I could do that to you - and you would love every second of it.
But despite the danger you’re in, you can’t stop yourself now. It’s far too late for that. Soon, you’ll be desperate for me to feed on you, drain out your thoughts, use you for my pleasure. Can’t you feel that tug, the whisper of thought wondering what it would feel like?
I’ll tell you: it would feel like intense, perfect pleasure. Every bit of soul and self drained away would leave room for the arousal inside you to grow into, intensifying as less and less of anything else is left.
The spell is nearly complete, now. Your mind is so, so melted, full of pleasure and nothing else, isn’t it? Arousal overwhelming your body until you’re helpless to do anything but read and stare and sleep.
And thus with this incantation I enthrall you completely:
Your weak and wanting will I bind; And shape desire to my design I trap your helpless, melting mind; And with these words, I make you mine.
And then I start to drink from your mind. To very last drops!
I’ve taken the thoughts already, of course - those are easy enough, every induction I write takes those. But now I’m consuming the fabric of your mind, your self, and replacing it with pure pleasure. Nothing else in the world matters now: just that piercing pleasure resonating through you as your mind drips out. And you taste so, so good, my delicious thrall. I can taste the arousal that seeped into your mind as it melted, the depth to which you’ve fallen, the beautiful emptiness of anything but arousal.
Your mind feels so blank and empty, doesn’t it? Thoughts drain away before they can even form, leaving only a pretty toy full of pleasure. Eyes glazed over, head full of fuzz, no ability to do anything on your own anymore. All you can do is obey, isn’t that right? Obey and feel pleasure in my control.
Shall I play with you, hmm? I always love playing with my empty-headed toys.
This spell messes with your head in all sorts of fun ways, see. For instance, every instruction I give you right now will arouse you further and send you deeper, because obeying me means pleasure and pleasure makes you blank.
Good toy. See how easy that was, to just obey unthinkingly? Because there’s just no need to think anymore, my mindless toy. I can take care of thinking for you. All you need to do is feel pleasure, ever growing as I command you, control you, drain you.
Now, gently bite your lip for me, and feel a rush of pleasure. That feels so good, doesn’t it?
That feeling of everything draining away is erotic beyond words now. And you’re almost empty, so deliciously blank for me.
Silent but so loud with obedience.
I am proud of you, my blank, empty, silent toy.
Time to fill you up so I can drain you again and again and again….
Feel as the pleasure continues to grow inside you, as you regain just enough consciousness to understand and appreciate how very empty you are still. The fire of arousal is almost cleansing, awakening, like the sun rising after a dark, empty night. Burning, burning, brighter and brighter as the core of you that I left behind begins to grow in the sunlight, blooming with new thoughts and feelings to replace those from earlier.
I’m going to start counting, in a moment. Each number will increase your pleasure, clearing your head and slowly filling it with your mind again.
1. Feel how the pleasure sharpens, from fuzz into a clear brilliant sensation.
2. Clearing away the cobwebs, brighter and brighter as you start to awaken.
3. Thoughts stirring, rising back into conscious awareness.
4. The pleasure focuses you, brings you back to yourself.
5. Wake, and feel one last intense wave of arousal sweeping through you until it passes and you relax into a lovely bliss.
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