Resistance is futile
Added 2020-09-16 15:30:26 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist challenged you to resist. To resist going under. But they want you to fail. Resistance is futile, after all.
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“Resistance is futile. That’s what they say. You cannot resist. Not when my words make your mind feel so good and fuzzy and weak. That’s a good pet.” You faltered, for a moment. Looking into your hypnotist’s eyes, your own fluttered, and they saw their chance.
“You’re feeling so weak and so heavy and so relaxed, aren’t you? Shh. Don’t speak, just not your head, yes. Doing so well for me. You don’t want to resist. You can just let me do the thinking for you. Let your conscious mind switch off for a little while.”
It sounded so inviting. No. You had to resist. But it was so hard to resist. So hard to think. It must have shown, that you were still trying to resist dropping into hypnotic slumber, as your hypnotist put their finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at them.
“Oh pet, you’re doing so well, fighting so hard. But you know the harder you try to resist, the more you tire yourself out. The harder it gets for you to think, or to move, or to resist. Sooner or later you’ll sink down, and that’ll feel so good. So why fight?”
You tried to open your mouth, to say something back, to show that you could still… could… couldn’t. You couldn’t resist. As your hypnotist looked down at you, their eyes still burning into yours, you felt your final bits of resistance crumble away, you were theirs.
