Crisps
Added 2022-12-16 15:39:15 +0000 UTCYou asked your partner for a crisp - they agreed to give it to you, but they had some conditions...
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Your partner looked up, the pack of crisps in their hand open, the salty smell tantalising your brain. “Oh, you want one? Sure, but sit down first. I want to try something.” You sat, looking at them curiously. “Okay, so, I’m going to use these to break your brain, sound good?”
“Erm –” you smiled sheepishly. It sounded intriguing, if not a little silly. “Sure, go ahead.”
They smiled back at you, before snapping their fingers. “Okay, drop for me toy. That’s it. Drop. I want you picture something for me, okay?”
Your body had gone limp, your mind was spinning down, hooked on their words. “Picture your mind as the pack of crisps in my hand. That’s it. It might feel strange, but let your mind accept this new reality for me. That your mind is represented by the pack of crisps in my hand.”
You felt it. Your mind supported in their hand. “Now, feel me reaching into your mind, and pulling out – what’s this? A thought. That’s it.” It felt strange as they rooted around in your brain. Feeling your thoughts being pushed aside, and then settling as they withdrew.
“Good, good toy. Now, I want you to stay deep, deep in trance, but open your eyes for me. That’s it. Open your eyes, good toy. Focus on the crisp in my hand. I’m going to eat it in a moment, and when I do, your mind is going to lose some of its ability to think.”
They popped the crisp in their mouth, and with a crunch, you felt your thoughts get softer. Fuzzier. “Mmm… That’s it. Now then toy. We’re going to take it in turns eating these. What? You did want a crisp. I just wanted to watch you get all mindless whilst you ate it.”
