Forgetting to remember
Added 2022-09-22 20:58:41 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist takes a look at how their brainwashing has affected you.
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The you felt footsteps on the carpeted floor growing closer. You could sense your hypnotist behind you, but it didn’t matter. You couldn’t take our eyes away from the spiral on the TV. The headphones were still playing their voice on a wonderful loop.
You felt their hand trace up your back, to your neck. You squirmed at the pleasurable sensation that their touch brought you. In your ears, their voice was saying “Just letting go of what you don’t need to remember, so you can focus more deeply on the pleasure I bring you.”
Then the headphones stopped. Your hypnotist was now speaking directly to you. “Good job toy. You’ve done so well, letting me brainwash you. I’m going to bring you up now, okay?” Your head gave the slightest nod, and they smiled. “Okay. One, two, three, and awake!”
With a snap of their fingers, you felt consciousness returning to you. Parts of you still felt foggy, but they knelt down in front of you, getting level with you. They took hold of your chin, so your gaze met theirs. “Right, toy. Let’s see how well that worked. Tell me your name.”
You looked at them, and blinked. Your name? What was your name? Your brain was spiralling on the cusp of an answer that wasn’t coming. A memory that you no longer had. But - wait. What had they just called you? That must be it. “My name is toy.” You said, smiling.
That smile turned into a small laugh. You had beaten them, they had tried to make you forget your name, but it wasn’t that easy to make you forget such a core part of your identity. They smiled back at you. “Of course it is, toy. Of course. Now, let’s see what else you remember.”
