Not thinking (Patreon)

Your partner is convinced you're in trance. You tell them you aren't. You aren't, are you?

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“Awh, sweetie, you’re not really thinking about resisting, are you? Isn’t it so much work? Wouldn’t you rather just sink deeper into trance for me?” You partner said.

You almost raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, deeper?” You asked, taking a moment to gather your thoughts.

“What do I mean deeper?” They laughed. “Honey, you’re already in trance. Can’t you tell that? Are you really so far gone already?” Their voice was making it hard to think. They turned slightly towards you on the couch.

“I- no… I’m not in trance.” You said.

They clicked their tongue, thoughtfully. “Awh, well, if you say so, I guess it must be true. Can you say it again for me? Look me in the eye, and tell me you’re not in trance.” They said.

 “I’m not in trance.” Your mouth moved automatically. It was so easy to do what they said.

They smiled at you, as you stared into their eyes, feeling your mind grow weak, and sluggish. “Good job. Say it again.”

You obeyed. “I’m not in trance.” Your voice had become monotonous. Your thoughts had slowed so rapidly to a crawl. It was so easy to sink into their eyes.

Their hand brushed through your hair, they were still smiling at you. “No, you’re not. You’re just staring, and listening, and obeying. That doesn’t mean you’re in trance, it just means you’re a good toy for me. A sweet, mindless object. And you’re not in trance, are you?”

“I’m not in trance.” The response was effortless. A submissive chill running up your spine as you said it.

They laughed again. Their smile becoming a satisfied grin. “Awh, how quickly you’ve become obedient. Can you change what you’re saying? Tell me that you’re in trance, toy.”

“I’m in trance.” As you said it you felt your mind slip.

“That’s right, good job. Again.” Their gaze was burning into yours.

“I’m in trance.” Deeper into their power you drifted.

“I was right, you weren’t thinking of resisting, toy. You’re not thinking of anything.”