"One." You hear yourself say. You blink the sleep out of your eyes, your mind still foggy as awareness gradually comes back to you. Across from you, your hypnotist sits, watching you with a smug look on his face.
"Welcome back" He says, smiling.
As you slowly get your bearings, you feel a word in your mind, cutting through your thoughts. Before you can stop it from happening, it escapes through your lips. "Two."
Your hypnotist's smile grows larger. "Wow. You must be really eager to get to ten."
You bristle at the self-satisfied tone. You remember the suggested he planted in your mind just before he brought you out of trance.
"When you wake up, you're going to start counting from one to ten, with a variable amount to time, no more than a few minutes between each number. When you reach ten, you're going to drop into a deep trance for me. Now, naturally, you'll try to resist each number, but you'll find the more you resist the more turned on and aroused you become." He had said.
"The arrogant bastard!" You think to yourself. You weren't going to let him drop you back into trance so easily, but it seems he'd anticipated that. That's fine. You'd show him anyway. Turned on or not, you're determined to stop the countdown.
"I know exactly what your plan is," you say. "You're not going to win this time."
He leans towards you. "You're supposed to know what the plan is." He pauses for effect, melodrama radiating off of him. "It more fun that way. Watching you know exactly what's going to happen. Watching you resisting more and more. Watching your face as the hope that you might win this time grows. And then watching you reach that last number and drop so deep into trance for me."
You feel your pussy throb as he talks. Trying to ignore it, you put on a brave face. "I think you're underestimating me."
"Maybe," he replies. "We'll see." He leans back. "By the way, what number were you up to?"
"Thr...," you catch yourself before you finish saying the number. A pulse of pleasure and arousal run through you in response. "Nice try," you say through gritted teeth.
"Try?" He asks. "Whatever do you mean? I was just asking a simple question."
"I know what you're doing," you say. "You're trying to trick me into saying that number."
"What number?"
"Three," you respond before you realize what you're doing. You groan to yourself.
"There there," he says soothingly. "You've got plenty of numbers left before you drop and melt into a deeply conditioned obedient doll for me."
Your pussy throbs again at the mental image his words paint in your mind. You try to ignore the feeling and focus on beating him. "You say that like you've already won."
"Haven't I?" He asks. "Look what your hand is doing."
You look down to see your hand gently caressing your breasts. "Dammit." You think to yourself. You will your hand to stop, with more difficulty than you'd like to admit. "That doesn't mean anything." You say with far more confidence than you feel. "I was just scratching an itch."
He smiles at you. "I see." And I guess when your hand moves lower, that just means your pussy is itching, right?"
You feel your hand move on its own in response to his words, gently sliding down before you manage to catch yourself. Your pussy throbs angrily at you, denied the touch it wants. Before you can do anything else, the number "four" escapes your lips. Distracted by the sensations in your pussy you completely forget to concentrate on not counting further.
You look up to see your hypnotist grinning widely at you.
"You're doing that on purpose" you say accusingly.
"Doing what?" He asks.
"You're distracting me so that I'll keep counting."
"Am I?" He raises an eyebrow. "Seems to me that you're doing a pretty good job distracting yourself all on your own." He gestures at your hand.
You look down to see your hand now gently rubbing your clit through your leggings. You sigh. "This doesn't mean anything," you say.
"Oh, I know." He says knowingly. "Sometimes you just need a little relief." He pauses a moment to watch your hand. "Besides, with all the pleasure and frustration building up in your body, I imagine it needs an outlet."
Your mind goes fuzzy for a second as pleasure pulses through you at his words. Before conscious thought can reassert itself, the number five flashes in your mind. You clamp down on the impulse to say it aloud with an iron will you didn't know you possessed in the moment. Unfortunately, this results in a considerable increase in arousal. You curse your hypnotist's name as your feel your hand starting to rub faster. You idly note that moving it away from your clit isn't even an option anymore. Trying not to think about it, you look up to see him watching your internal struggle with amusement.
"Something wrong?" He asks.
You glare at him. "This is your fault." You say. "You're doing this to me."
He tilts his head quizzically. "Doing what? Making you feel good?"
You ignore the question. Choosing from a long list of responses as arousal continues to build in your body, you go with the obvious and growl softly at him. He chuckles in response which only serves to antagonize you further.
"I may have misjudged how you're feeling if you've gotten to the point where you can no longer use your words." He says, smiling.
You frown in annoyance at him. This isn't going the way you planned. You open your mouth to tell him off. "Five." You say before you can even think to stop yourself. You watch as he smirks at you. You groan in frustration. "Why is this so hard?" You wonder to yourself. You try to slow your breathing down and collect your thoughts.
"That's right. Just take a deep breath and relax," he says. "You always feel better when you relax for me."
You feel your body relaxing at his words before you catch yourself. "Fuck." You think to yourself. You know you'd have more of a chance if you could just regroup and just think. You've already burned through half of the numbers you have before you fail. Your nipples are rock hard. You can't stop your hand from rubbing your clit. There's gotta be something you can do. Why was it so hard to think right now?
Your hypnotist watches passively as you furiously try to come up with a plan. And he's just sitting there. He's barely doing anything. So why is that making this even worse? Five more numbers. You have five more numbers. You look up, ready to challenge the asshole sitting across from you.
Before you can say anything he asks, "what comes after five again?"
"Six," you blurt out in response. Dammit! How? Why? Four numbers. There are four numbers left. Four numbers until I drop deep into a deep trance and become a deeply conditioned, deeply obedient doll. Your mind blanks for a moment, lost while imaging what would happen to you. Your other hand moves to your breasts, caressing it; joining the hand rubbing your pussy, overwhelming your mind with pleasure.
"Still there?" He asks, snapping you out of the pleasure spiral. "We don't want you losing so quickly, do we? It's more fun when you're defiant to the end."
Against your will, you feel yourself blushing at the idea of being caught out like that. Unfortunately, this has the effect of sending a new wave of arousal through your body, which only serves to make you blush even harder and continuing the cycle.
You take a deep breath and steel your resolve, ignoring the gentle caresses of your hands on your body. You glare at your hypnotist. "I can do this" you think to yourself.
