Excessive
Added 2022-01-20 16:59:33 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist gave you a daily ritual, to do when you're not with them...
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It wasn’t anything too excessive. Just five minutes a day, kneeling on the yoga mat. Your dominant didn’t stipulate too many restrictions. Your hands could be in your lap, or behind your back; your head could be raised up, or looking down.
All that mattered is that you knelt, you reflected on your submission, and that you repeated your mantras. Again, they hadn’t stipulated which mantras to repeat, so you often found yourself repeating one each session. But you liked that. It was like a lesson for the day.
It felt good to do. To lower yourself to the floor, and sink back into memories of them brainwashing you. Memories of how nice it felt to let your mind go fuzzy and blank. Each day, as you reflected and repeated, you’d feel yourself begin to slip, softly, sweetly, into trance.
And each day, your timer would bring you back up, desperate for more, eager for more. But five minutes was what you got. Nothing excessive. Just enough to leave you wanting. So that later that week, when you saw them, you were eager, and ready to drop.
