"That's right," Lynn says, her voice a husky purr. "Deeper and deeper. Down...and down...and down." Each word is punctuated by a tiny caress on Michael's cock, evoking an equally tiny whimper from him even as he sinks deeper into hypnosis.
He doesn't remember exactly when he went into trance, any more than he remembers exactly when Lynn's touches became erotic instead of soothing. She was simply holding him and petting him, and her fingers slowly drifted down to his cock without any real moment of decision on her part. And then he felt so good, just lying there and relaxing and enjoying the way she played with his balls, and then she was sensuously unrolling a condom onto him, and somewhere along the line his eyes slipped shut so that he could focus on those wonderful sensations...and now they don't want to open anymore. But it's alright, he knows. She's got him.
"I've got you," Lynn repeats. The words become Michael's thoughts within an instant, and he forgets they were even spoken. They're simply an irrefutable truth, as natural as breathing and as impossible to resist. She's got him. The words lull him into an even deeper trance, one of total peace and serenity. There's no need to worry, no need to fear, no need even to think anymore. Lynn's control is also Lynn's protection, and he trusts that more than anything else in the world. She's got him. He relaxes effortlessly; only one part of him is stiff now, and that by her will.
"Feel the energy," she whispers in his ear. "Feel the power of your arousal building by my will, flowing under my fingertips. This is one of your centers of power, Michael. One of your chakras. And I am controlling it, just like I control you."
"You control me, Goddess," he whispers in response. There was a time, he knows, when he was reluctant to call her 'Goddess'--he's not even sure why, now, but he was. But then she found that resistance, and gently crumbled it away with relentless, inexorable pleasure. She made it feel so good to obey that he stopped trying to fight it, and now the word slips out of his mouth easily, without him even needing to think about it. He recognizes it as one of the ways he's been brainwashed, and his mind melts into joy at the thought.
"I control the energy of your arousal, tranceslut," she says. "This chakra is mine, now. You have surrendered it to me...and what is surrender?"
"Surrender is bliss," Michael husks out. He can't imagine answering any other way. It's as though a groove has been carved into his mind through endless repetition of his mantras; once the thought enters his head, there's only one direction it can go and only one destination it can find. Surrender is bliss. Surrender is always bliss. Surrender can't be anything but bliss. It's an equation of pure and perfect pleasure, and he has learned it perfectly.
"Good boy," Lynn purrs. "Pleasure." He feels it, a shiver of ecstasy that runs all the way from the very base of his cock up to the tip. He can't help himself; he moans. "You know you have other chakras, don't you, pet?"
"Yes, Goddess," he replies, feeling his trance deepen and his arousal build simply from hearing the mindless, vacant tone in his own voice. Hearing himself speak in trance always sends him deeper. He remembers this, and then just as quickly forgets it.
"That's right, pet," Lynn continues. She gently caresses his forehead with the hand that isn't fondling his cock. "This is your mind chakra, the site of your consciousness. It's so quiet right now, love, isn't it?"
"Quiet..." he agrees, feeling it still even more at her touch. Everything sends him deeper now, and all he needs to do is agree with his Goddess. All he can do is agree with his Goddess. His thoughts are too quiet and still to do otherwise. On some level, he knows that this is true because she has made it true, that she made him think he can't think and that makes it too hard to think, but it's just too hard to think about that right now. Chasing the circular concept only exhausts his mind and makes it even easier to give up thinking and simply obey.
