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Clocks are really loud. I'm sure now when I say that you can picture the sound of them, ticking away.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

You can hear it in your mind, can't you? But can you picture it? The clock ticking without pause, without rest.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

You can't turn off the ticking unless you're actively resetting it. And because you can't be always resetting it, you have to deal with it.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

My personal favorite clock is the grandfather clock. It has not just the clock face, the arms that go round and round with the time that passes, ticking as the time goes by.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

But it also has a beautiful pendulum, some of them encased so that you can't interfere with it as it sways every second. Sways with every tick.

Tick. Sway. Tick. Sway. Tick. Sway. Tick. Sway.

Over and over. a tick and a sway, then another tick and another sway.

It just keeps ticking and swaying. Over and over again.

And you get distracted. You don't notice at first. You probably glance at it, the ticking getting on your nerves. But then the pretty pendulum catches your eye, and you can't help but watch it.

Sway. Sway. Sway. Sway.

Then the ticking gets louder. But it isn't annoying persay. After all, you're counting the ticks to the sways and find out they're matching perfectly.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

It's incredible how in sync they are.

Tick, sway, one.

Tick, sway, two.

Tick, sway, three.

Tick, sway, four.

Tick, sway, five.

And it keeps going up. And you, you just can't look away, can you? You just want to stare at the pretty little pendulum forever and ever.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

That's okay. You can. Just breathe. Time it. Four ticks a breath.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Breathe.

Good.

You're doing so well. Letting my words guide you. Letting the ticks wash over you. Following the sway.

You can see it. You can hear it. And you can picture it. You can picture it so clearly. Staring right into you.

Counting the seconds as they go by.

Tick, sway, six.

Tick, sway, seven.

Tick, sway, eight.

Tick, sway, nine.

Tick, sway, ten.

Following the ticks. Following the sways. It feels so nice. So good. To not think. To not speak. To not worry or stress. Just you, me, the ticks, and the sways. And that's okay. Because who really needs anything else?

Why would you want anything else? When this is perfect?

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. And you're entirely hooked on my words.

It feels good to be hooked on my words.

Because when you see these words, the ticking grows firmer. Stronger. Until it entirely blocks out everything else around. The pendulum grows and grows. Until it is all that you see.

And then, another thing I like about grandfather clocks. Is when the hour strikes.

It's a four note chime. And with each note, you sink, just a little deeper into my words, into the pendulum.

One note

Two notes

Three notes

Four notes.

And then the last note, and you're simply gone.

Truly lovely is it not?

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Comment. Reblog. Like.

Now be good and drop.

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Watching a pendulum go back and forth...

back and forth....

back...

and...

Forrthhh...

Until you are an empty and obedient toy for you dom

That is the real dream

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Unaware Hypno~<333333

Make me do things but think im not doing it.

Convince me Im just like, chilling and watching tv even as you're controlling me

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You have my permission to send as many and any hypnosis spirals, audio, or videos. I want to be a mindless mess and fall into nothing but a empty toy.

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I drop for cock

I drop for cock

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my kinks are so normal don’t even worry about it

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I drop for cock

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The hottest part of hypnosis is the moment right before the subject drops.

They’re already completely ensnared, whether they know it or not. But their eyes are still open, no matter how heavy and fluttery they are. They still believe (falsely) that there’s a chance of resistance.

Then the tist starts inching their finger to the subject’s forehead. Their mind understands what that gentle press on the forehead signifies—it slows and melts in anticipation of the wonderful, sinking bliss the subject is about to experience.

Then the finger makes contact, and they just

DROP

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good toys make more good toyys

What if I told you hypnosis was fake?

Of course, that's not possible, it has to be real, right? But it isn't. I'll prove it. When I say relax, you're not suddenly relaxing for me, you're still just as tense as you were before. When I say breathe deep you aren't altering your whole breathing pattern for me. Besides, you can't hypnotize someone who doesn't want to be hypnotized, so why bother?

Trust me, hypnosis isn't real. I don't believe in it, so why should you? It's silly, really. After all, if I showed you a spiral, you aren't going to stare at it are you? Probably not. Let's test it.

There's a spiral, and if you're reading this bit after the spiral, you aren't staring at the spiral. So how can you possibly be relaxing, sinking, staring if you're reading this?

That's right, you're not. You're not relaxing. You're not sinking. You're not staring.

You're listening to me very well, letting me explain that hypnosis isn't real.

I'm proud of you.

You're doing well.

You want to do well.

But not because you're hypnotized. Not because you keep scrolling back to the spiral, though I should probably help you keep focus

There, now you can keep focus better.

Now, as I was saying, it isn't like watching it makes your thoughts fuzzy and your mind drippy and mouth leaky.

You're not staring deep into the spiral, you're not reading every word I say, you're not letting your jaw go slack as you continue to read because the spiral makes it so hard for you to focus and think and not relax into a puddle.

Of course, your eyelids are getting heavier by the second. So I guess maybe there is some truth to hypnosis. Probably why you don't see the "not" I put in when I was explaining why hypnosis isn't real.

You're really cute. I like that.

And I guess the cute ones are always hypnotized.

So I guess hypnosis is real. Because you're going to stare at the spiral as long as you can, until you're totally, totally empty, thoughtless, blank. Because it feels good.

Because you're good.

Go ahead, reblog this post with a comment. You want to share the truth through hypnosis after all. And don't think about the contradictions.

Better yet, don't think.

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Current status: repeating my mantra over and over again

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wouldn't that be crazy

wouldn't it just be so crazy if someone came into my dms and hypnotized me with a bunch of titnosis videos and gifs 🥰🤤

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Reblog if you want to be hypnotized into a brainwashed bimbo, a horny pet, or just a needy, helpless mess. Or if you want a hug!

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Iii not so smaerrrt o just want to play and egeddd fuck someone’s telll me how to edddhee

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there is so much power in repeating mantras. being coerced into repeating something that you don't necessarily mean.

i thought myself above that level of suggestion, able to distinguish reality from fantasy.

but you can only say something so many times before it comes true

it's how i ended up here

but i couldn't be happier

Master knows best

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Who wants to do this to me?

....asking for a friend...

Netflix and chill except i covertly have you slip into trance, and the screen becomes a large spiral for you to stare at as your mind becomes vacant, empty and blissful.

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