Even though you can’t see her face, you know that she’s deeply hypnotized. You can tell by the soft curl of her shoulders as they slump, the muscles so relaxed that her arms hang loose and lazy at her sides as she surrenders deeper to the power of your voice. She’s not fighting it at all; she’s eager to sink into trance and let her mind melt into your inevitable control. She wants this. And you want to give it to her.
You can’t see her eyes, but you can see the way her head hangs low. It’s just too heavy to lift anymore, because she’s accepted your words as her thoughts, and your words remind her that she’s so sleepy. So drowsy. So blank and submissive and blissful in your will, and she knows it’s true because she wants it to be true. You can see the tiny nod she makes after each of your commands, and you know that in her head each one is met with a glorious and overwhelming acceptance but that she’s so deep and helpless that the only visible sign is that little head bob and a murmured “uh-huh”.
You know that your thoughts have wrapped around her mind like a silver chain of unbreakable ecstasy even if you can’t see the smile on her face. The way she’s undressing tells you that–not just the fact that she is undressing, not just the way that you commanded her, “Strip”, and her hands set to work peeling off her clothes without the slightest hesitation, but the way her limbs move like they’re floating through warm water to obey. She’s so deep in trance now that every motion feels like a titanic effort, and without your control reminding her that pleasure always follows obedience, she would slow to a stop like a toy winding down. She’s a good, dreamy pet now and you both know it.
And even though you can’t see her eyelids slowly fluttering closed, struggling to open again and finally failing, you can watch the way her body sways as though to an unheard rhythm as your will holds her upright. All she wants to do is slump on the bed in deep, mindless passivity and allow you to play with her body like the beautiful and obedient toy she is, but you haven’t given her permission yet. She wants to be a good girl. She wants to stay in place because you told her to want that, even though her body feels like it’s floating and falling at the same time. She’s a good girl, and you can see it all over.
And of course, there’s one last clue she gives as her bra and panties join the rest of her clothing on the floor, and she stands soft and blissfully naked for your approval. That tiny little damp patch on the underwear she’s let fall tells you everything you need to know. Only hypnosis makes her this wet. It’s only when she’s in a deep, blissful trance that she lets all the barriers between her and her arousal fall away so that she can truly feel the bliss of obedience, and you can see the effect it’s had on her already. And as you lead her to the bed, you admit to yourself that her trance has the same effect on you.
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