A simple exercise
Added 2020-12-04 16:59:30 +0000 UTCI've been doing some hypnosis assisted exercise recently... And this has absolutely been inspired by it.
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The exercise was simple, arms out to chest height. Drop the balls, and catch them again, as fast as you could.
What wasn’t so simple was the way your hypnotist was speaking to you.
Reminding you of how the balls were like your mind.
Dropping, sinking. Each time the balls dropped. So did your mind.
If one of them touched the floor, that would be it. Mind completely lost
So you had to try to stop that from happening.
It didn’t help that your arms were getting weaker and weaker.
Heavier and heavier.
Starting to sag.
As your felt your hypnotist’s breath in your ear, telling you to keep going.
To be a good muscle slut for them.
So easy to play with. So easy to wrap around their finger.
You were their good muscle slut after all.
And muscle sluts didn’t think.
They let all of their brains soak out through their muscles.
Leaving them only with the ache, the obedience, and the arousal.
It felt so good.
To keep catching the balls as they dropped. Like your mind was dropping.
As your arms ached. Like you ached to just drop and submit.
Finally, you fumbled. One ball slipped through your grasp and your mind was gone.
Just an empty headed, aroused, blissed out muscle slut for your hypnotist.
And they were going to have so much fun with you.
