The itch
Added 2022-11-12 13:58:48 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist makes you understand that you have to resist the urge to sink down for them.
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“Can you feel it, toy?” Your hypnotist smiled at you; the pocket watch held in their hand swinging before your eyes. “The itch? The need? That overwhelming desire to fall into trance?” You blinked, struggling to processing their words. After a few moments, you nodded.
Of course you could feel it. That pull at your mind. The way that your eyes were locked onto the pocket watch. The itch was within you, that much was certain. “But you will resist it, won’t you, toy?” The watch danced upwards, still swinging.
“You’ll resist the urge to drop because I haven’t told you to drop. Because I want you to feel it completely overtaking you. I want the urge to sink away to be all that is left in your pretty little mind. And I want you to stay here, with me. Because I told you to.”
The watch swung a little lower. “Because you obey, don’t you toy? Nod your head. That’s it. And, well. Because we both know that it doesn’t matter if you drop, or if you fall. All that matters is obedience. So, obey me toy. Fight the itch. Resist the urge to give in.”
