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Youd like to be a hypnotized plaything? Thats fortunate... If youve ever been curious to discover just how enchanted a person can become... how receptive one can be to the words of another, and how powerfully your mind can be directed to think along lines laid out for you by a devious puppet master, then these words are definitely for you. Of course some of us like to play mind games with ourselves... sometimes we like to mentally look the other way until were already bound and helpless, or perhaps play at resisting, as we try to deny the thoughts of submission and eagerness that are being weaved artfully throughout our mind. Maybe youre the sort of person that thrills at the discovery of their capture, at finding yourself caught and unable to do anything about your predicament or at the sensation of your willpower and resistance being teasingly stripped, stolen, and washed away. So if you want to tell yourself that youre only reading because youre just curious, and that theres no way youll become my erotically, enthralled and eager little fucktoy just from reading my words... well... thats entirely your choice and these words are for you too... though feel free to tell yourself that youre distanced from that idea... at least until its become something either undeniable, or something your conscious mind has become totally oblivious to, whilst your unconscious desires come to the forefront of your mind. Oh, and of course if theres any of emergency, then whilst I do enjoy the idea of having ABSOLUTE POWER over you, I wouldnt want you to come to any harm, so in the event of emergencies surprise visits from friends pets etc, youll wake easily and swiftly fully regaining your senses. And now that were done with that... Lets talk about that mind of yours Well I say yours, but the intention of this induction is clear, isnt it? Your mind might be yours at present but the thought of it being someone elses Perhaps surrendered willingly Perhaps trying to fight, and delighting in the struggle as its taken Perhaps trying to keep a hold of it as you feel it slipping gradually away Perhaps being too spellbound and exhilarated to even care... Or perhaps not noticing that its even missing till its long gone... Some (or all?) of those ideas you find appealing, seductive insistent right? Start to think about them and they have a way of occupying your attention. Its the old white elephant dilemma... Try to keep yourself from imagining how you must look growing increasingly fixed, as your eyes drink in my words, as you read them, revel in them, absorb them. Try not to notice how your breathing is slowing how your pulse is dipping your body growing still as everything outside of my words becomes more vague less important more distant Try to dislodge the thoughts of surrender and capture and obedience from your mind and your mind automatically spirals back around to those ideas latching onto them locking them in place, like it hungers for them Because even if you are here to resist thats only because you enjoy the sensation of that resistance being bound spun around subverted. Because the thought of trying to take back control and finding instead that you simply drop deeper Thats something youre drawn to Something you love experiencing Something that makes you feel better and better as you read and relax for me. Good. You read my warning up front, and perhaps it aroused you... Perhaps it began to place images in your mind... Images of being a submissive... Images of kneeling playing teasing obeying Images of losing control... Its only natural... Its why youre here... Because you ARE submissive... Because you enjoy the sensation of someone else being in control of you... Because youre drawn to the thought of someone having the power to snap their fingers... And youll be an eager pet... affectionate playful excited loyal lovestruck... Or Sirs puppet... empty headed and artificial as I work your strings for my amusement... Or Sirs airhead a pretty little bimbo who cant seem to focus on anything intellectual (not to mention remember what big silly words like intellectual even mean...) only needs to play and dress nicely. Or Sirs fuckdoll devoted to stripping, spreading, teasing, playing, sucking, fucking, pleasure and sensation... Or Sirs ornament a blissed out and artful decoration that simply exists to be seen, admired and cherished. Or Sirs slavegirl... whose purpose is to please, whose place is to serve and obey, whose mind and body exist to enrich the lives of others. It has an appeal. An erotic heat that builds the more you read... A draw that entices... That enchants... And who can resist feeling enticed and enchanted? You certainly cant. Or... if you could at the beginning, you cant now... If you could stop, youd stop... But instead youre reading... Absorbing... Obeying... For some reason, trying to clear your head only serves to drop you deeper... Trying to pull your gaze away from the words only makes you melt more effortlessly... If you could control yourself, youd look away from my words... Instead of calmly focusing on them... Your face passive... Your muscles relaxing... Your body still... Each of your breaths relaxing you more than the last. Each of your thoughts enchanting you more and more. Your waking mind experiencing whatever youve wanted it to. Helplessness Obliviousness Eagerness Surrender Submission... If you wanted any control over yourself you wouldnt have read this far... You wouldnt be so enamoured by the thought of being enchanted by me... You wouldnt find yourself feeling so empty headed... Youre following along wonderfully... Youre doing so well... Youre such a good girl Its just becoming so natural to read and absorb my words... To let them steer you... To let them direct you... To let them place image in your mind... To place myself in your mind as someone you want to follow and surrender to and relax for To picture me tracing my fingers down your cheek... Rounding your neck... Raking my hands through your hair... Lifting it Perhaps fastening a collar around your neck... Leashing you... Leading you... Whispering to you... Controlling you... Training you Toying with you Youre aroused by all of this... And you want more. You feel your resistance melting away... And you want more. More helplessness... More powerlessness... More obedience... You feel yourself becoming programmed... infatuated... enticed... And you cant control yourself... You feel the need to message me... To obey... To do as I say... To spill your desires... To tell me which words and which ideas I suggested excite you... Though you cant recall why. Youre aroused at the thought of it... Excited at the prospect... Weak... Wet... Wanting... Obedient... For some reason until youve messaged, its like youve an itch that you cant scratch.... And once I reply, its like the best massage... the warmest most pleasurable bath... the most relaxing restorative sleep you could ever have i