Melt (Patreon)

Your hypnotist convinces you to stop trying to think.

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“Awh, silly plaything, you look like you’re trying to regain some form of control over the situation.” Your hypnotist laughed at you, as you screwed up your eyes, trying to wrench your brain into some form of order. Their laughter stopped those thoughts from forming.

“It’s useless, silly. You’ve let me too deep into that sweet head of yours to escape now. I’m going to burn my voice into your mind.” They pressed their hand to your head, leaning in. Their presence was intoxicating, arousing. You needed them. “You already can’t resist.”

You couldn’t resist, that was true. Trying to do so had been foolish. “You already can’t get out of this state, not without me releasing you.” Your mind fell further and further, away from lucidity. “And we both know that you don’t want to be released. Not really. No…”

Their hand shook your head for you. You didn’t want to come up. “You want to sink further and further down into mindless oblivion, don’t you?” Unprompted, your head nodded. “That’s what I thought. So, stop trying to resist, and just let yourself melt.”