Permission (Patreon)

Your hypnotist asks you to give yourself permission to slip under.

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“That’s it, just sink for me, sweetie. I know, I know, it’s been such a long day for you. So tiring. Luckily for you, I’m here. Luckily for you, I’m ready to help you relax. To help you sink, and drift, and drop. Until there’s nothing left in your brain. No thoughts. No concerns.”

Your partner’s voice was wrapping around your mind, tighter and tighter with every word they said. Each moment squeezed more thoughts out of your brain. You couldn’t begin to think. It was so hard to do anything but slip deeper. But that’s exactly what you wanted to do.

“No worries, or stress. Just my words. Just my control. So, sink for me, my love. Let my words pull you deeper, and deeper into mindless bliss. Because it feels good to be blank. Good to be mindless. Good to be obedient. So just give in, toy. Let me take control, and I’ll make you feel incredible.”

You wanted that. You wanted to feel good. You wanted to slip into their power. You felt so agreeable. So submissive and obedient. Your mind was drowning in their words, sinking into sweet surrender. Their hands began to caress you, gently, teasing. It felt so good.

“You want that, don’t you? Good toy. Just sink. And drift. And drop. And as you do, give yourself permission to submit. To surrender. That’s it. Let yourself give in to my words. To my touch. To my control. Leaving you blank. Brainless. Open for me to play with. Good toy.”