You were awake. You were asleep. You were dozing, lazily, in your partner’s lap. Were you dreaming? Of staring into their eyes, as they spoke soft words you couldn’t quite make out into your ears? Or, no, you were awake, you were just resting, on your phone.
They were reading a book. Right? No. They were looking at you, their gaze swallowing your whole attention. Taking your mind down into trance. Making you so obedient. So submissive. No, no, you were both relaxing. Both doing your own thing, together.
But – where had the last two hours gone? Why could you taste them on your tongue? Why were you looking at them, unable to tear your eyes away? They were putting down their book. What was real? Did you know? Did you want to know? Or did you just want to sink into confusion?
You knew you shouldn’t have stepped off the path. That’s what the innkeeper in the tavern had told you. “Don’t step off the path, just go quickly, and quietly, where you mean to go.” That’s what they had said. But now you were here, that advice didn’t seem so… advisory.
The sweet smells of the flowers, and the wonderful sounds of the emerald forest were swirling around you, making your head feel so fuzzy. And somewhere, nearby, you could hear someone singing. It sounded so beautiful. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to take a small look.
You tried to focus on the singing voice. And the more you tried, the easier it became. You didn’t notice yourself take the first step off the path. But you didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was following that enchanting voice as it floated through the trees.
Your mind rose up, up, up, as if from sleep. Your eyes opened, and instantly, you were starting at the spiral that span before you. You couldn’t look away. You couldn’t hold on to your thoughts. You became aware of the voice too late to try to shut it out, you sank down.
Down, down, deep into the trance that you had just been in. Letting the voice wrap around your mind, flooding your brain with the foggy feeling that made it so malleable, so open to the programming. You continued to sink, feeling something teasing your body.
Pleasure from… What was it? It was hard to think about it. Your mind couldn’t grasp a thought long enough to comprehend it. And it didn’t matter what was touching you, not when it felt this good. The long languid pleasure stretching through your body, making you squirm.
You hadn’t been seen them as you walked, so when you bumped into them, your attention was automatically drawn as you said “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
But what held your attention was their eyes. Beautiful, captivating. Almost technicolour.
“Oh, it’s no worry!” They laugh, softly. “But now that you are looking, you can keep looking, can’t you?” Your found yourself nodding, absently, as a foggy submissive feeling coated your mind. “And you can keep looking as you follow me, right?” Your hand was in theirs.
They led you away, never breaking eye contact, softly pulling you somewhere that was out of sight. And by the time you got there, your mind was drowning in this fog that seemed to supress your thoughts, supress your mind. All that existed was their voice, and their eyes.
“Awh, what’s wrong? Is my big strong bimbo having trouble using those big dumb muscles?” Your hypnotist had you pinned. They were straddling you, and laughing as they tickled you, mercilessly. “Are those big muscles getting weaker and weaker pet?”
Once again, you could feel your strength draining from you. Now you were barely able to lift your limbs, let alone try to push them off, to get away form their hands as they teasingly brushed against sensitive areas. Tingles were sparking through your body, making you squirm.
And it felt so good to be like this. Powerless under them. This body that they had helped you sculpt was helpless before them. A puppet, a doll for them to play with. Strong, muscled, but unable to disobey, and currently unable to use any of the muscles.
“Okay pet, now, hold it there. That’s it. Freeze.” As they said the final word, your body was caught in place. Stuck and unable to even begin thinking about moving. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine, but you couldn’t squirm, you couldn’t moan.
All you could do was close your eyelids as the pleasure rolled through your body. You heard a tut from your hypnotist. “Tsk tsk pet… Eyes on me. There you go.” Your eyelids opened and your eyes were drawn automatically to them, as the camera in their hands flashed.
“Good job toy. Okay, Release.” As you unfroze, your moan was soft, the pleasure you had been feeling finally had somewhere to go. They were still speaking, and you hurried to catch up. “Right, now, mirror me, left arm a little further down… Good, now Freeze.”
You can feel their body against yours, but you can’t tear your gaze away from their eyes. They have straddled you, and now they are looking down upon you. And with each passing second, you’re pulled deeper into their gaze. You can feel your mind unravelling. Slowing down.
In your peripheral vision, you can see their smile. “How are you doing pet?” They ask.
You stammer, unable to come up with a response. Even those noises fade as you continue to fall deeper into their eyes. Mind going blank, quiet, empty, as they ask another question.
You cannot comprehend it. You can only fall deeper into their eyes, sinking, unravelling. Time has no meaning, there are sensations, but you can hardly recognise your body. And then there’s a crisp snap, and they say “awake!” And your brain begins to climb out of trance.