Slowly sinking (Patreon)

Your hypnotist's words weigh on your mind.

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“Now, toy… I want you to listen to my words.” Your hypnotist lay next to you on the bed, one hand on your chest, gently caressing downwards, over and over again. “Listen to each and every one of them.” You felt your mind open to their words. They felt so familiar.

“Feel them, weighing on your mind, like mini weighted blankets, each one pressing down, smothering those silly little thoughts.” As they said it, the sensation began. Like your mind was being sinking, compressing into a soft, pliable state. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

It did. It felt wonderful. You nodded, happily. “Slowly sinking, deeper, and deeper. Although with every word I say, it gets a little faster.” Your mind was drifting down faster now. You could feel it. Speeding up the descent. “A little stronger. That pull, dragging at you.”

Your eyes had rolled back by now, as your mind went empty. “Like there’s an anchor, on top of your mind, pushing you down into the sensation of empty-headed bliss. And it just feels better and better, right toy?” Your nod this time was slower. It was so hard to move.

So hard to think. “Your mind being crushed under the weight of my words. Feeling all those useless things like resistance, willpower, self-control being pushed out, as your mind is held down, wrapped in the comforting embrace of my control.” You felt it. You loved it.