Seeds (Patreon)

Your hypnotist shows you how deep their influence already runs.

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“Oh, toy… You thought you could resist?” Your hypnotist asked. They were holding your chin, keeping you up, though your eyelids were so heavy, your body so weak. “You thought you could hold me back? So silly. I’m already in your head.” Their other hand tapped your forehead.

“My words are watering the seeds that have taken root. Blossoming inside you. Seeds of submission. Surrender.” You felt a strange sensation in your brain. Obedience, intertwining with your brain. “You can feel it, can’t you?” Their hand on your chin nodded your head up and down.

“So why not just give in already?” You didn’t know. You wanted to submit. “Feel the ache. The longing. It’s too late to resist me.” That… A small spark of realisation hit your mind. You were meant to be resisting. Until they pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, toy.”

Your mind went quiet again. That’s it. No thoughts. Just slip into trance. Just surrender to me. I’ll make you feel so good. You won’t need to think. You don’t need to think. You can’t think.” Each sentence they said was another weight, hung form your mind, dragging you down.

“Just let my words wrap around that brain, tighter, and tighter, squeezing the thoughts out of your head. That feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” They nodded your chin for you again. It felt good to agree. “Yeah… Then just sink deeper, that’s my good, obedient toy.”