Falling
Added 2021-02-26 17:24:58 +0000 UTCA classic microfiction about the relationship between trance and arousal. Well. A relationship between the two.
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Your awareness was narrowing down. Focusing through their voice which acted as a lens, onto different parts of your body. Each word chipped away a few more of your thoughts. It hadn’t been that long since they had started speaking, but you were already teetering.
Teetering on the edge of sweet sleepy submission, of arousal, and mindlessness. It wouldn’t be long now, but they wanted you to try and stay up with them, so you did.
You tried. But it was so difficult. So hard to keep your eyes open. So hard to resist the urge to let yourself sink.
And before long, your efforts weren’t enough. You found your consciousness toppling, falling down into the sea of hypnotic control that they had over you. And as you plummet down into hypnotic trance, as ever, your arousal rises in turn.
Both intertwined, leaving you feeling so deep, so obedient, and so so very turned on. Obedience is pleasure, after all. And those words sound so right, running through your head, over and over again. A background to the words they are speaking. Making you so utterly helpless.
And it feels so good. So good to be obedient. So good to be mindless, and submissive. You are obedient, because you are mindless, and submissive. It makes sense to obey, because obedience is pleasure. So, keep sinking for them. Good toy.
