echoesofasongforgotten:

“Hypnosis, huh?” The voice was masculine, smooth, and highly
amused.

Gina almost jumped slightly, her eyes going wide, before she
quickly noted the man watching her with piercing grey eyes behind a pair of
glasses. She almost flushed before she caught herself, and slowly straightened
back up. Control quickly reestablished, she nodded her head faintly, not
responding to him verbally.

“Mmm, the kind that involves a shining, swinging pendant,
catching your eyes, drawing your attention in, captivating you, or the kind
that involves you up on a stage, clucking like a chicken?” He seemed to find
her silence even more amusing.

“I am a psychology class,” she wasn’t quite sure why she was
answering him before frowning as she looked back at him with a mild glower. “I
was considering doing some extra reading for the course.”

He took a moment to look her over, before arching a brow, as
if less them believing of her statement. “Mmm, of course, just a bit of extra
knowledge, nothing more, right?”

“Right,” she agreed with a nod of her head.

“And certainly a fine young woman like yourself wouldn’t
think about any deeper interest she might have about it, a gnawing curiosity,
buried deep inside of her, making her wonder about it, wonder what it’s like,
wonder what it has to offer,” he noted and nodded his head in agreement. “And
she most assuredly not be thinking about any of those silly little shows and Hollywood
movies that present the power of hypnosis as something undeniably overpowering.”

“… Right…” she agreed again, a little bit more uncertain
this time as she shifted uneasily in her place, her mind almost traitorously
bringing up those very images to her mind.

“You see, that’s the thing about hypnosis, everyone has
their own perceptions of it, their own ideas of it. They can claim it’s this or
that, fake or phony,  but, there’s always
that little voice in the back of their mind, whispering to them, soft, silken
words, ‘but what if it’s not?’” his voice was soft, smooth as she stared at
him, eyes suddenly wide…

“I…”

“And then the rest of your mind tries to tell you to not
think about the uncertainty, the curiousity of those words, those whispered
little things deep down inside of you, to not think about the slowly unfolding
possibilities that could exist if it is real, if it could catch your attention,
making you Focus on the words someone was saying, making you Feel the way they reached down inside of
you, connecting to that dark, secret place you keep hidden, so very deep, deep
down inside of the depths of who you are.

“You start to just Feel it, the way your body is suddenly warm,
like a creeping sense of relaxation is slowly taking over. Your body, feeling
suddenly heavy, a weight, settled upon it as you can’t help but imagine it’s
like your shoes have turned into solid chunks of thick, heavy lead, almost
sealed against the ground, making it so very, very hard to move.”

“I…” she hesitated, her mouth hanging open slightly, like it
was hard to pull it shut as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other,
somehow not quite able to bring herself to actually take a step either way.

“It drips, slowly into you, that heat, slow, soft, pulsing
through your veins like a thick, golden honey, sticking to every little part of
you, hot, sweet, thick and undeniable as it slowly washes through you, leaving
you feeling that incredibly wonderful warmth just making you Relax where you stand, like you’re
Sinking down, into a warm, Mind Numbing Bliss.

“You just Know the
kind I’m talking about, don’t you, that look, that feeling, that emptiness
slowly spreading through your thoughts, making them just Melt into dribbling little drops, like hot wax against the
undeniable Heat just swelling up
inside of you. A Deep, swelling, hungering void, swallowing up every flowing,
glistening little slick drop melting off of your thoughts.

“Leaving you with an aching hunger, a deep, black, craving
hole just Hungering for the words,
the thoughts, and ideas to come fill it up.”

“Mind… empty… void…” she didn’t remember when she’d shut her
eyes, it was as if they had just fallen down without her realizing it, her body
arching slightly, her breath, slow, hungering, as she could feel herself
shuddering with the feelings pouring through her.

“And you remember what it means to be hypnotized…
remembering that whispering little voice, that was no longer whispering,
pouring down into your ear, telling you, promising you that the words will take
over. That you can just Feel the way
they were taking control, the way you were Surrendering
as the hot, pulsing heat just surged
through you as you surrendered.”

“Surrendered…” she seemed to agree, biting down her lower
lip as her body leaned forward into the heat she could feel suddenly brushing against
her cheek, her neck, her ear, craving that contact suddenly without
understanding anything else.

“Sinking, falling, Melting
into that surrender, feeling the way you can’t help but feel yourself,
spreading open, wider, inviting, feeling the Power of those words pulsing into you, pouring deep, slick and
glistening as they push, deeper and deeper, like a key, sliding into a lock,
pushing so very deep until you can just feel it finally sliding into place.

“Where you can just Feel
the Click of everything coming together, where you can feel the sudden hot,
sweet, yearning pressure building up inside of you, like every hot  little breath you take, stays inside of you,
hot, aching, Needing with a growing, smoldering, churning pressure, a building,
boiling pleasure that leaves you aching, hungering, Needing release…”

“Pleaseeeee…” she agreed, a hissing moan leaving her lips,
her body shuddering, pressing into any little contact she could fee, wanting,
hungering Needing just like his words
described.

“And you know what makes it get strong, deeper, more and
more powerful, hmm? Continually building up into something more powerful than
anything you ever imagined, hmmm?”

“Hoooooow…” She wasn’t even sure it was a question now, half
a demand, half a whine, half a moan.

“It’s really quite simple, it’s why they always do what they’re
told when they’re hypnotized, why they can’t help themselves, why they have to…
You know what feels so Good don’t
you, hmm? What will make the pleasure just surge
through you.”

“I…” she struggled her mouth dry, cottony, the words stuck
for a moment, even as she could feel the emptiness inside of her, the way his
words just echoed through her head, the way they kept pulsing into her, over
and over and over again.

“You know what it is, don’t you, you can feel it, deep down,
feel it pouring through you, that answer, waiting to spill out of your lips…”

“Yes….” She admitted, she couldn’t help it, but she knew it was
true. She knew what he was talking about, she knew what she had to do to feel
that sweet, aching pleasure…

“What do you have to do, hmm?”

“Obey,” she barely whispered the words and she could still
feel a sweet, tricking little surge of pleasure, of delight, of want, of
hunger, of Need.

“Yes, you are a smart one after all, aren’t you? Go ahead, Moan for me.”

She barely started before it grew even deeper, throaty,
aching with the pleasure that it brought her, pouring past her lips as her eyes
fluttered open and then shut again.

“Open your eyes.”

And when she did, again it surged, pouring through her,
hotter, hungrier.

He whispered to her, simple, easy little commands, commands
that built upon themselves, that mimicked what she wanted, what she would do.
Biting her lower lip, moaning, mewling, stretch, shift, small little things,
each feeding into her, each sending a trickling little surge of pleasure.

It left her soft, weak, helpless, aching for the next little
command, hungering, needing, yearning. A deep craving hunger that grew inside
of her. She craved it, ached for it, needed
it.

Small things, became less small. She brushed her fingers,
slowly across her chest, gasping softly in pleasure as she obeyed. Her hand
went down her stomach, stroking, touching, caressing.

“I Love to Obey.” He told her to say the words, and
she did, a surge of pleasure coursing through her.

“Again,” he told her, simple, soft, firm.

“I Love to Obey,”
she repeated, gasping softly as it surged inside of her.

And he made her repeat it, over and over again, sometimes by
itself, sometimes with something else. Driving her deeper into a wanting,
almost delirious haze of obedience.

“Follow,” he stated, but turning and leading her away.

And eagerly, she did.