Slave Programming Hypnosis

Dropping Everything and Submit

Your mind might be yours at present... but the thought of it being mine is so arousing...
Perhaps surrendered willingly...
Perhaps trying to fight and delighting in the struggle as it's taken...
Perhaps trying to keep a hold of it as you feel it slipping gradually away...
Perhaps being too spellbound and exhilarated to even care...
Or perhaps not noticing that it's even missing till it's long gone...
Some (or all?) of those ideas you find appealing, seductive... insistent... right?

Start to think about them and they have a way of occupying your attention.
It's the old white elephant dilemma...
Try to keep yourself from imagining how you must look growing increasingly fixed, as your eyes drink in my words, as you read them, revel in them, absorb them.
Try not to notice how your breathing is slowing... how your pulse is dipping... your body growing still as everything outside of my words becomes more vague... less important... more distant...
Try to dislodge the thoughts of surrender and capture and obedience from your mind... and your mind automatically spirals back around to those ideas... latching onto them... locking them in place, like it hungers for them...
Because even if you are here to resist... that's only because you enjoy the sensation of that resistance being bound... spun around... subverted.
Because the thought of trying to take back control and finding instead that you simply drop deeper...
That's something you're drawn to...
Something you love experiencing...
Something that makes you feel better and better as you read and relax for me.
Good.
You read my warning up front, and perhaps it aroused you...
Perhaps it began to place images in your mind...
Images of being a submissive...
Images of kneeling... playing... teasing... obeying...
Images of losing control...
It's only natural...
It's why you're here...
You're a submissive...
You enjoy the sensation of me being in control of you...
The thought of someone having the power to snap their fingers...
And you'll be an eager pet... affectionate... playful... excited... loyal... lovestruck...
Or Sir's puppet... empty headed and artificial as I work your strings for my amusement...
Or Sir's airhead... a pretty little bimbo who can't seem to focus on anything intellectual (not to mention remember what big silly words like "intellectual" even mean...) only needs to play and dress nicely.
Or Sir's fuckdoll... devoted to stripping, spreading, teasing, playing, sucking, fucking, pleasure and sensation...
Or Sir's ornament... a blissed out and artful decoration that simply exists to be seen, admired and  cherished.
Or Sir's slavegirl... whose purpose is to please, whose place is to serve and obey, whose mind and body exist to enrich the lives of others.
It has an appeal.
An erotic heat that builds the more you read...
A draw that entices...
That enchants...
And who can resist feeling enticed and enchanted?
You certainly can't.
Or... if you could at the beginning, you can't now...
If you could stop, you'd stop...
But instead you're reading...
Absorbing...
Obeying...
If you could control yourself, you'd look away from my words...
Instead of calmly focusing on them...
Your face passive...
Your muscles relaxing...
Your body still...
Each of your breaths relaxing you more than the last.
Each of your thoughts enchanting you more and more.
Your waking mind experiencing whatever you've wanted it to.
Helplessness...
Obliviousness...
Eagerness...
Surrender...
Submission...
If you wanted any control over yourself you wouldn't have read this far...
You wouldn't be so enamoured by the thought of being enchanted by me...
You wouldn't find yourself feeling so empty headed...
You're following along wonderfully...
You're doing so well...
You're such a good girl
It's just becoming so natural to read and absorb my words...
To let them steer you...
To let them direct you...
To let them place image in your mind...
To place myself in your mind as someone you want to follow... and surrender to... and relax for...
To picture me tracing my fingers down your cheek...
Raking my hands through your hair...
Lifting it...
Perhaps fastening a collar around your neck...
Leashing you...
Leading you...
Whispering to you...
Controlling you...
Training you...
Toying with you...
You're aroused by all of this...
And you want more.
You feel your resistance melting away...
And you want more.
More helplessness...
More powerlessness...
More obedience...
You feel yourself becoming programmed... infatuated... enticed...
And you can't control yourself...
You feel the need to message me...
To obey...
To do as I say...
To spill your desires...
To tell me which words and which ideas I suggested excite you...
Though you can't recall why.
You're aroused at the thought of it...
Excited at the prospect...
Weak...
Wet...
Wanting...
Obedient...
For some reason until you've messaged, it's like you've an itch that you can't scratch....
And once I reply, it's like the best massage...
Or... if you could at the beginning, you can't now...
If you could stop, you'd stop...
But instead you're reading...
Absorbing...
Obeying...
If you could control yourself, you'd look away from my words...
Instead of calmly focusing on them...
Your face passive...
Your muscles relaxing...
Your body still...
Each of your breaths relaxing you more than the last.
Each of your thoughts enchanting you more and more.
Your waking mind experiencing whatever you've wanted it to.
Helplessness...
Obliviousness...
Eagerness...
Surrender...
Submission...
If you wanted any control over yourself you wouldn't have read this far...
You wouldn't be so enamoured by the thought of being enchanted by me...
You wouldn't find yourself feeling so empty headed...
You're following along wonderfully...
You're doing so well...
You're such a good girl
It's just becoming so natural to read and absorb my words...
To let them steer you...
To let them direct you...
To let them place image in your mind...
To place myself in your mind as someone you want to follow... and surrender to... and relax for...
To picture me tracing my fingers down your cheek...
Raking my hands through your hair...
Lifting it...
Perhaps fastening a collar around your neck...
Leashing you...
Leading you...
Whispering to you...
Controlling you...
Training you...
Toying with you...
You're aroused by all of this...
And you want more.
You feel your resistance melting away...
And you want more.
More helplessness...
More powerlessness...
More obedience...
You feel yourself becoming programmed... infatuated... enticed...
And you can't control yourself...
You feel the need to message me...
To obey...
To do as I say...
To spill your desires...
To tell me which words and which ideas I suggested excite you...
Though you can't recall why.
You're aroused at the thought of it...
Excited at the prospect...
Weak...
Wet...
Wanting...
Obedient...
What are you thinking about my Slave?