Countdown (Patreon)

Your partner takes a moment to count you down into trance.

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Your partner’s voice was so very easy to listen to. “How much would it take to pull you into trance right now, sweetie? You’re already listening so intently on my voice. Would you be able to resist if I told you to look into my eyes and sink?” They said. You obeyed.

Staring into their eyes was just as easy as listening to their voice. “Can you already feel it?” They continued. “The soft pull, the gentle tug at your thoughts, slowing them down. Can you feel your eyes growing heavy? The soft sleepy sensation slipping so quietly over your mind?”

You nodded, slowly, mind already feeling foggy. “That’s it. Just sink, and drift, and drop, deeper into trance, the longer you look into my eyes.” You blinked, eyelids feeling so heavy. “And I know, I can see it already, your eyes want to close. But just keep them open a moment longer.”

You were conditioned to obey them. So you help your eyes open, as they kept on talking, their words sinking into your emptying mind. “I want to see how blank you look. How weak you get. How willing to just let go and fall into trance you become. That’s it. Let me count you down.”

They leant forwards, smiling, taking in your blank expression. “Your eyes can close when I reach zero, okay?” They placed a hand on your shoulder. “Ten. Sinking.” Your eyelids felt like they had weights attached. “Nine. Dropping.” Your thoughts were slow.

“Eight. Deeper.” You wanted to close your eyes. “Seven. So weak.” But you wanted to keep staring. “Six. Already so mindless.” You wanted to obey. “Five. Eyelids getting heavier and heavier.” It was so easy to obey. “Four. Brain switching off.” So hard to resist. “Three. So deep.”

Your mind was open to their words. “Two. So blank.” So accepting. “One. You look so good like this, my love.” They paused, taking you in. “Blank, empty. Your glassy stare, your parted lips. You’re so cute, just clinging on to my every word. But I suppose you can drop. Zero.”