Hypnopum

The fog of forgetting

Added 2020-12-01 17:52:43 +0000 UTC

A tale of hypnotic amnesia, and of loss of identity, however temporary. An idea that I find really really hot!

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Your hypnotist cooed, sweetly into your ear, as your mind swam through a haze of forgetfulness. “Do you even know who you are right now? Here? In the depths of my trance? Or have I taken away all vestiges of what you were before?”

It was so hard to think. So hard to remember. It was so easy to forget. “Do you even remember your own name? No? Oh, sweetie. It’s okay. You don’t need a name. You just need to be a good toy.” Something you could hold onto. A good toy. That’s what you were.

That’s all you needed to be. “And good toys like to obey. Because obedience is pleasure. And to remember is to forget.” The fog swirled a little deeper, blown by the pleasure of obedience as your mind forgot more, and more.

Personality erased, your only identity was their good toy, their sweet submissive plaything. And it was so good to be so obedient. Obedience is pleasure, after all. And that thought made the pleasure grow. And that made the fog of forgetting thicker.

So thick now that it was impossible to remember anything but this moment. That you were theirs, that you were a good toy. That obedience was pleasure and to remember was to forget. Until, finally, with a sudden lurch, the fog began to clear.

And you were coming back. Your name, your personality. Your wants, your desires. Being uncovered from the fog, as the pleasure receded too. Your squeak of protest made them stop. “Oh? What’s that toy? Did you like being my good plaything?”

A nod. That was all you could muster. “Well, pet… We’ll get to play like this again very soon. For now, come back up, remembering who you are, entirely.”

They smiled as you pouted up at them. “Oh, what’s wrong? Want to let the fog roll in?” And with that, you were gone. Their good toy was back.