Boast
Added 2021-02-08 17:00:56 +0000 UTCYou've been boasting at a party about how well you can resist going under. And now an interested hypnotist is going to test that.
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The door closed behind them, and, as the sounds of the party were muffled, the excitement really set in. You watched each other, almost nervously, but with a sense of certainty between you.
They looked you in the eye and remind you again, that any time you want to stop, you can say so.
Maybe you had been being a little too boastful. Mouthing off that you’d be able to stop yourself going under. Now the two of you were here, those boasts felt more and more hollow. But as you talked, set your ground rules, you felt a little more at ease.
And finally, limits had been set, squicks had been discussed. Your mind had been racing, thinking about the possibilities of going under for them, what it would feel like. Now, it was time. And they just kept on talking.
“You know, I’ve often found that people who boast that they can’t be hypnotised, are secretly east to hypnotise, and they really want to be tranced. I mean, if you couldn’t be hypnotised, you wouldn’t need to boast about it, surely?”
You smiled at this. Not such a clever ruse.
They continued. “No, I think that by boasting, what you were actually saying, what you were really hoping for, was for me to trance you. For me to bring you down so you can feel that sweet trancey feeling again. Am I right?”
You nodded, their voice was soothing, their eyes were locked onto yours. Almost unconsciously, your body was relaxing.
“And I think you know what it feels like to go into trance. And I know you want to go back there. So, why don’t you? Let yourself start sinking into that familiar feeling.”
The relaxation intensified, as your thoughts began to dissolve. And they kept talking, kept bringing you down deeper. Maybe boasting hadn’t been the best option for flirting, but you both seemed to be getting something out of the result.
