Intention (Patreon)

Your hypnotist points out their intentions.

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Your hypnotist grinned down at you. “Oh, it doesn’t take much, does it darling?” They said. Your mind was already feeling fuzzy. “A few gentle words.” Their hand brushed down your cheek “Lowering my voice.” They were all you could focus on. “The right look.”

Their hand cupped your chin, pulling your gaze up, as they towered over you. “It’s all about intention, and expectation. I’m intending to pull you into my web, to wrap you up in my words, and you expect my voice to take you there, to sink when I look down at you like this.”

Each word they said sank into your mind, dragging you down with it. It felt incredible. “That’s it toy, you’re primed for my control.” Your head was empty. Their words pulsed through you. “To let me drag you deeper into my control.” There was nowhere else you’d want to be.

“Just keep listening. Keep letting me sink my claws into that brain of yours. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do but sink, and drift, and obey.” One of their hands was still on your chin. The other hand went to the top of your head, and held you, trapped. Theirs.