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Your hypnotist gets really close to you as they hypnotise you.

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You felt their finger tracing up your cheek, the tip of their nail brushing slightly roughly. Your hypnotist was so close to you in this moment, you knew that if your eyes could open all you’d be able to see would be their own eyes. But your eyes were locked shut.

Until, that is, they tapped you on the forehead. Your mind was wrenched upwards, out of trance. They were smiling. “That’s it, honey. Back up, with me.” You felt your eyes pulled into theirs. The pressure of the soft seat beneath you, them straddling your lap.

Their other hand was holding your chin. Holding your head still. And the longer you stayed up, the more you stared into their eyes. It was impossible to look away. It felt so good to stare. And you were sinking. You could feel yourself relaxing into their hand on their chin.

Every second that passed your thoughts, were sinking into a sweet, syrupy sea of mindlessness. “Awh, such a weak mind already. Sinking so effortlessly down for me. Brainless. Mindless. Mine.” They planted a kiss on your lips, and tapped your forehead again. Your eyelids closed.