Chain reaction (Patreon)

Your hypnotist tries linking some triggers together, with great effect.

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“And, to start all of this off, you’ll begin to freeze, slowly, a creeping sensation of stillness that runs up your body, ignoring your mouth, when I say the word freeze. That word will cause your body to slowly come to a stop, in the position you were in, other than your mouth.”

You felt your hypnotist’s hand trace over your shoulders as they walked around you. “Just imagine how that’ll feel, that sensation washing over you when I say freeze.” You pictured it, the sensation of stillness, of rigidity. You were looking forward to it.

“So, to recap all of your suggestions…” They paused, taking just a moment to think. “Your mantra, ‘I am a good toy’, makes you needy, and horny. When your body is still and you’re not in trance, your mouth must be saying your mantra. And when I say freeze… Your body goes still.”

You heard them giggle. “Are you ready, my sweet toy? Let’s see how these chain together.” Their hand brushed up your arm as they continued to speak. “Come back up for me toy, one, two, three, awake!” Your eyes opened, slowly, groggily. They were smiling down at you.

“Okay, toy, get up, come here.” They offered you a hand, which you took, and they pulled you up from the seat. “And then, freeze!” They took a step back form you, watching expectantly. You feet were the first things to go still. Like they were surrounded by concrete.

Next were your calves, and knees. You had been mid-step, and you found yourself unable to even bend your legs. The sensation rushed upwards, moving more quickly, covering your waist, and then your stomach. It was exhilarating to feel so trapped in your own body.

As the sensation moved over your shoulders and down your arms, your thoughts were still pulling themselves together. You were already trapped, you couldn’t move. Your neck went still, and then your face. All that was free to move was your mouth.

And it wanted to move. “I am a good toy.” The words came to your lips. “I am a good toy.” Saying them over and over. “I am a good toy.” Unstoppable. “I am a good toy.” Not that you would, even if you could. “I am a good toy.” Each repetition fanned your lust.

“I am a good toy.” Your eyes met theirs. “I am a good toy.” They were smiling at you. “I am a good toy.” Happy with how well this had worked. “I am a good toy.” You arousal was blossoming. “I am a good toy.” Multiplying exponentially, with every repetition.

And you kept on saying it, over and over again. After a minute, you felt the need to touch yourself. To feel pleasure. After two, you would have been begging, if you were able to do anything but say your mantra. And after three, your mind was lost in a haze of need.