Tick. Tick. Tick.
She always loved to stare at the watch and try to resist. Not because she didn’t want to go under; just the opposite, really. She loved to feel that struggle, to know that no matter how strong her will was, Master’s hypnotic power was always stronger. She wanted to feel the inexorable tug of trance pulling on her heavy eyes, until she gazed with a hooded stare that became a fluttering view of the inside of her own eyelids as her willpower slipped away.
Tick. Tick. Tick
Master loved that too. That was why he always used a stopwatch instead of a pocket watch, with with a nice big display face so that she could watch the second hand sweep around. So that she could gaze at it, locking her eyes onto it and forcing herself to keep them open just a moment longer, just another instant longer, just a little tiny bit longer so that she could beat her best time and stay awake despite Master’s whispered words that lulled her mind into obedient slumber. She knew she could do it this time. She knew she could do it every time.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
But Master knew exactly how to use that against her. She always focused on the watch. She always focused all her attention on that smooth, endlessly sweeping second hand as it went around…and around…and around. She didn’t think about anything else, only the tick of the stopwatch and the endless motion of the hands. Even when he swung the watch from side to side, her eyes followed it easily and effortlessly. Automatically. Helplessly. She always shivered when he told her that.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
And if she was so focused, so helplessly locked onto the motion of the watch and the motion within the motion that she stared at the watch no matter how tired her sleepy, heavy eyes became…then she must already be hypnotized. Of course she was. Trance was nothing more than a state of relaxation and focus. And she was so focused. And so very, very relaxed. So she must be in trance. Her body already knew that, and soon her mind would follow.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
And then it was never long before his words penetrated deep into the fog that she hadn’t even noticed stealing over her thoughts, obscuring all her plans for resistance with deep and dreamy pleasure until all she remembered was that she was staring at the watch. Staring blankly at it with heavy, exhausted, sleepy eyes. Eyes that couldn’t stay open any longer. Eyes that had to close so that she could sink into Master’s power.
She never remembered when the ticking stopped. But she always knew what it meant. It meant she’d lost again…and that was her favorite part of all.
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