Polish
Added 2022-02-10 16:17:22 +0000 UTCYou perform an act of service for your hypnotist, and they trance you whilst you do it.
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Your hypnotist smiled as you began to polish their boots. Their voice flowed into your ears as you did the small act of service. Each small circle of the cloth, wiping across the surface of the boots, was mirrored by their words, wiping across your mind.
Where the boots were slowly becoming shinier, your mind was becoming blanker. The light catching on the boot’s tip was easy to watch as you worked. It felt good to kneel down like this. Polishing gently, easily. Swapping to the brush, and applying the first layer of polish.
Feeling your mind being swept clean of thoughts, as the polish melded into the boots. This waking trance felt good. Peaceful. Each new layer of polish was another layer of their words on your mind. Just as the polish shined their boots, their voice washed your mind.
Finally, you were done. Your mind was empty, and their boots looked perfect. You could see your own face in them. Your blank look. Your hypnotist gently tugged you to your feet, and then, still smiling, snapped you back to the waking world, holding you close.
