Too late to be careful (Patreon)

Your hypnotist warns you, too late, to be careful whilst listening to their voice.

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“You’ve got to be careful, toy.” Your hypnotist said, one hand tracing down your cheek. “If you listen too closely to my words, they might begin to affect you. Drag you down. Change you. You were so certain that you weren’t going to drop into trance for me.”

They laughed, softly. The sound echoed in your blank, empty mind, like their voice. “But look at you now. Hanging off my every word.” You felt your focus deepen, their words felt so good to listen to. But a part of you realised you had sunk. You were meant to be resisting.

“Even now, even as I’m telling you what’s happening and some small part of your mind struggles to pull back form the dizzying depths of trance that you’ve sunk into… You can’t” That part of you that wanted to fight shrank. It was so hard to think. “You can’t resist.”

You couldn’t resist. It was the truth. “Every word I say is another hook in your mind, dragging you deeper into mindlessness. The time to be careful was so much earlier than this. It’s too late for you now. Your mind is mine.” Their hand on your cheek moved to your chin. 

As they gripped your chin, you felt your brain shutting down, sinking into this submissive, hypnotised haze. “Your thoughts belong to me. You can no more think than you can move right now, and we can both see how limp and loose you’ve become.”

It was the truth. You had relaxed into the chair. The only thing stopping you from slumping down was their hand. “Give in, toy. It’ll feel so good to accept my words. Give in to the pleasure. Give in to my bliss.” You settled, mind clearing of doubt. “That’s it. Good toy.”