Brushed away
Added 2022-10-22 16:17:10 +0000 UTCYou have a sort of ritual with your hypnotist. You ask them to brush your hair, and they brush your mind away at the same time.
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You felt the slight tug of the brush, and almost immediately, your eyelids felt heavier. Your hypnotist’s voice was so soft in your ears. “This is what you had been conditioned to do, isn’t it, toy? The brush goes through your hair, and your mind begins to sink down.”
Another brush, and you could feel your thoughts being torn away by the bristles moving over your scalp. “That’s it. That’s it, just letting my fingers and the brush take your mind away for a while. You don’t need it, do you toy?” You let out a soft moan in response.
You couldn’t think of the words to answer them. And you didn’t need to. They laughed at your contented sound, and kept on brushing, ever so gently. “That’s right. You don’t need your mind. You just need to unwind and let me take control. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Another soft moan left your mouth. It was the only sound you could make. Gosh, yes you would. “Okay toy, we can do that.” Their fingers curled in your hair, forming a fist, which pulled gently, but insistently. Your eyes rolled back. Your eyelids closed. You dropped, helpless.
