The metronome swung from side to side, the tip tracing a perfectly smooth and even arc through the air as it slowly, steady went back and forth... but Ryan wasn't watching the metronome. Ryan was watching Gail watch the metronome. Her eyes moved in perfect sync with the arm of the device as it swayed, the rest of her body seemingly forgotten in her efforts to keep staring, keep listening, keep remembering to open and close her heavy eyelids in time to the ticking sound.
She had no idea how beautiful she looked right now, with her long blonde hair tumbling around her bare shoulders and brushing against her nipples every time her head drooped a little bit more. Her pale pink lips parted slightly, giving her a look of drowsy, vacant astonishment every time she opened her eyes and refocused her gaze on the swinging arm of the metronome. Her arms hung slack at her side, her legs spread across the mattress in a loose, careless akimbo pose, and Ryan could already see a sheen of arousal clinging to her labia. Gail wasn't hypnotized, not quite yet, but she was already incredibly turned on.
Ryan knew what to do about that. He stroked Gail's bare back, guiding her further along the path he was setting out for her, and spoke to her in low, soft tones as the metronome lulled her deeper and deeper into trance. "And every time those heavy eyes open," he said, timing his words to the latest tick of the metronome, "it gets harder and harder to open them again, and they focus more and more easily on the swinging pendulum in front of you. Just like you focus on my words, feeling your own thoughts float and drift away leaving you so relaxed and happy for me."
Gail's eyes slipped shut again as the metronome reached the other end of its swing, her shoulders noticeably slumping into deeper relaxation and her head drooping further and further forward with every tick. "That's right," Ryan purred, his words stroking her mind in exactly the same way his fingers stroked her back and neck. "Closing your eyes feels better and better for me, each and every time. It feels so nice, so good to simply relax and let go for me like that. And even though you're opening your eyes for me again... that's it, good girl... it feels more and more exhausting. More and more tiring. And easier and easier to close. Good girl."
Gail let out a soft, sleepy sigh that made Ryan's cock throb between his legs like a second heartbeat, but he was enjoying the sight of Gail's slow, helpless descent into trance far too much to even think about physical pleasure right now. He drank in the sight of her-jaw slack and vacant, eyelids fluttering with strain now every time she tried to open them, only the whites of her eyes showing as she struggled so hard to look up at the metronome that now existed only on the edges of her field of vision as her heavy head sank lower and lower. "That's my good girl," he husked out, his other hand reaching out to stroke up and down her smooth, soft legs. "That's my sleepy girl."
The corners of Gail's lips quirked into a tiny smile, the only visible sign that she was still listening. Her expression looked otherwise completely blank, her eyelids barely even fluttering now when she heard the ticking sound. He could tell she was losing track of which beat to open and which beat to close on, the steady fractionating influence of his instruction acting to deepen her trance much faster than a traditional induction ever could. She was already on the edge of deep hypnosis. All Ryan needed to do was give her the chance to slip away for him now.
And he knew just how to make it happen. "And soon, pretty girl," he murmured, his fingers roaming up her thighs and over her soft, rounded belly before sliding back down to her legs, "very soon you're going to find that it's simply impossible to open those heavy eyes any longer. You're going to try to open them, and it's just going to feel too much like work. Too much like effort. And when that happens, you're going to know that you're deeply hypnotized, and you're going to feel your body falling into a very deep trance for me. A very deep, very relaxing hypnotic trance. Deeper. And deeper..." He watched her face with riveted intensity, looking for those telltale twitches of her eye muscles that would tell him she'd simply forgotten she was capable of raising her eyelids again...
"And down," he said firmly, reaching up and pressing on her chest to guide her body swiftly but carefully into a supine position on the bed. Her muscles offered absolutely no resistance to his gentle push at all; she was like a rag doll under his fingers, and the second her head hit the pillow she relaxed into a boneless tangle of limbs. Ryan reached over and stilled the metronome, no longer needing its sway to focus Gail's attention. Her only focus was on his voice now... and the pleasure she knew he had in store for her.
Ryan circled his thumb and forefinger around Gail's wrist and lifted up her arm. It hung absolutely limp in his fingers, sagging down as if made of rubber, and he let it drop. "Deeper," he said, as it thumped loosely against the bedclothes. "And deeper," he said, repeating the process. "Down." Another lift, another drop. Gail's whole body looked just as relaxed now, but he wanted her to be so much deeper for what they planned for this session. "And down," he said, giving her arm one more lift and drop before moving to caress her relaxed and lethargic limbs.
"And as you relax more and more for me, pretty girl," he said softly, his husky voice carrying perfectly in the stillness of the bedroom, "you can imagine yourself slowly walking down a curved ramp. Every step takes you deeper and deeper inside your own mind, further and further down into a pleasant state of relaxation and focus for me. The floor is warm and soft under your bare feet, and the deeper you go, the better and more relaxed you feel. And the better you feel..."
Gail sighed, her words slipping out in a drowsy monotone as she recited the response he'd programmed into her obedient mind. "the more i obey," she murmured, sounding deliciously like she wasn't thinking about the words at all. Ryan felt his cock slide against his leg as he shifted position, so slick with precum that it left a trail of it along his calf when he sat up to get a better look at Gail's relaxed, supine form.
"That's right, good girl," he purred, his voice dripping with praise as he gently caressed Gail's inner thighs. Her legs were already parted wide, and he could see her flushed and puffy labia had parted as well. The cleft between them was shining with moisture, and Ryan already longed to slip his fingers inside and find out just how wet Gail really was... but he held his patience. "And the more you obey?" he asked, contenting himself to trail his fingertips along the edges of her pubic mound for now. He had so much he wanted to do to his good girl, but that didn't mean he had to rush.
