Good boy. I know, I can be such a pervert. Let's wake you up from this pesky trance. You've been reading for so long, you must be getting bored, right? No?
I might have hypnotized you for a moment, back there. I might have made you put your focus back on the tip of your cock, make you DROP with the sudden realization that you're still here, with me, reading these words written by some ethereal being. Some entity that knows you inside and out.
I know you are sad, sometimes. Maybe you struggled with depression at some point. Maybe you prayed to God to answer your prayers, but nothing happened. Maybe you said
"Dear God, let this be an earnest prayer. I want to feel happy. I want to feel magic, like I did when I was a child. I want to believe again. I want to focus again."
I can imagine you, on your knees, your little hands folded on your bed as you beg for release from your spiritual chains.
Or maybe you don't believe in God. Maybe you're the type who would rather keep a leather journal, recording your daily thoughts, therapeutically. That's great. That's cool. I want you to feel this book in your hands. Feel the leather, sniff it. What does it smell like? Kind of like a football or a car tire, right? What color are the pages? Purple? White? Blue?
It doesn't matter. In fact, I doubt that last paragraph made you feel much of anything. Don't worry. Everything I say has a deep, significant meaning, little one, and they carry over from script to script. Every word reflects back to you the rhythm and pacing of my voice. The slow, deep, rough voice that is filling your mind more and more.
Let's talk about my voice for a moment. Can you hear it through the text? I want you to imagine me standing in front of you, my wings stretched out towards the walls, thousands of shiny eyes staring at you. I want you to imagine that I'm like a moth, communicating with you telepathically, my antennae twitching and wiggling, oozing a sticky green liquid out the tips.
(Focus)
Do you need a reminder of the rules? We've only just begun and you already forgot, haven't you...
1.Commit
2. Understand
3. Focus
4. Don't touch.
Have you touched yourself? Then stop reading. You cannot read past this point ever again. Instead, you must go read another one of my scripts in 12 hours from now. Don't worry, I have plenty of content.
So stop reading this if you failed me. If you continue to read, the hypnosis will not work. You've already broken it. If you have not touched yourself, then you are already slightly hypnotized, perhaps without even realizing it.
(Focus)
I know you. Some of what I have said has been slightly exciting, slightly accurate, but you still don't have an erection. You still have that pit in your chest. You're still bored by my words. You still don't believe that I'm fulfilling any sort of meaningful fantasy right now.
That's okay. In fact, that's right where I want you for quite some time.
You might be saying to yourself.
"Golly, what's so great about reading 10 pages of text? Doesn't he realize I have to click on the next page to keep reading? Won't that be added into her "hypnosis"?"
And the answer to that question is yes, you will have to press the next page button, if you haven't already. Don't let that disturb you.
Don't become impatient and stop reading this just because it feels like I'm making you do a lot of work. You want to work for this. You want this hypnosis to be effective. You don't care how long it takes, just as long as eventually, you begin to feel like my deep, gravelly voice is finally echoing throughout your mind and there with you.
And let's talk about me. Why am I doing this to you? Why am I forcing you to read every word I say? Why do I want you to spend so much time with me? Do I get off on it? Does it make me feel powerful? Or am I just some writer sitting in front of a computer, bored, trying to think of some clever ways to get you hard without touching yourself?
The truth is, I am not a writer, I am not a human. I'm just text on a screen. I'm a succubus, and your soul is becoming mine. You're giving me more and more control over you and your mind.
Shhh, try to feel what I'm suggesting you feel. Try to let go of that part of you that is wanting to keep you safe. Let go of any expectations of what you want me to say. I know what you want me to say. Every word I say is perfect. I am like a God, or a Goddess, your personal Hell-servant here to torture you for the rest of time.
And we've only just begun our hypnosis. If you still don't feel anything, any anticipation, anxiety or fear, that's okay. You will. You will feel like you're back in Kindergarten. You can smell the glue, you can smell the pencils and the Play-dough. Your teacher is writing something on the wall.
"Bye-Bye"
She writes, looking directly into your eyes.
"Bye-bye!" She says again to you, sweetly. You raise your hand and wave to her.
"Say bye-bye brain!" She says, holding your hand.
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"bye bye..." you say, looking at the floor. A group of women are standing over you, looking down at you.
"What did you just say, little boy?" Your babysitter asks.
"Bye bye..." you say and they all laugh.
"Say it again" they chuckle, shaking their heads, spitting in your mouth.
"Bye bye." You say, tears falling down your cheeks.
"He doesn't even feel it. He doesn't even feel sad even though he's reading this. He doesn't feel like a group of school girls are towering over him, laughing and spitting down his throat."
"Drink it." She says, a large glob of saliva splashing on your tongue.
(Focus)
Where are you right now? What are you even doing? Are you still reading this? Why? I'm not even a good writer, I'm just trying to confuse you and make you feel stupid. I'm just trying to put you under and fuck you in your sleep
(Focus)
When I say "focus" focus on the tip of your cock. I want you to hear a little *buzz* sound everytime I say "focus". Don't worry if you don't feel the buzz in your cock yet, you will...
Now let's move on. So far you haven't touched yourself and it's been easy. Sure, you might have some inkling of a desire to begin edging your cock, to put a couple fingers down there and see if you can make yourself hard. But you haven't done it, you're still soft and not really feeling it yet. Maybe a little, but you need more. I want you to know, we have so much more to go through. We have so much more time left together. I'm taking my time with you, letting each pesky, intrusive thought come and go. I'll explain away all your doubts as they come up, I'll satisfy all your expectations. Just be an angel and be patient. Keep reading and put some effort into this. Am I the only one who has to work around here? Funny thing is, this is effortless for me, I can do this all day. It's you that's been straining to understand and keep track of everything I've said. It's you that looks like a fool, following along with some perverted writer on Litrotica.com.
Like I said, I'm not a writer, idiot. I'm an angel. I'm a perfect little angel sent down to entice you with my words, my mouth. My job is to make your heart flutter and your brain fuzzy. That's my job and I'm damn good at it. I'm damn good at making you feel like a sissy slut, drooling for my attention.
I don't want you to say anything, just sit there and read and focus on my words. Try to feel excited. Try to see my words sparkle and shine before your eyes, like a little birthday present each paragraph I send.
That's it, who is Mommy's good boy? You are! I said, you are! And you know what else? I'm real! I'm a real mommy put here on Earth to suck cock. Do you like the idea of your mother sucking cock?
No? Still got that deep pit in your chest? Still dissatisfied? Still not feeling the magic of my words? Here's one thing I promise. If you make it to the end and obey all my instructions, you can read this whenever you want! But if you fail, you already know the consequences. The dire consequences. You will never be allowed to read this again. You will stop right where you are and give up on touching yourself for the next 12 hours.
I don't need to know everything about you for this to feel personal and intimate. I know everything I need to know. Take a deep breath. Focus. That's it. Focus. Focus again. Focus one more time.
Great job. See, here's the thing. I'm the best. I'm the best hypnotherapist there has ever been. No one can bring you under quite like I can. No other voice, video or person will ever make you feel the way I'll make you feel. And the more you read, the more of my scripts you read, the deeper under my control you will become. However, this hypnosis will make you even more submissive towards other hypnotherapists, and their suggestions.
In fact, you don't even need to have an orgasm when you read this. You might just be someone who is deeply resistant to hypnosis and suggestion. That's okay. The more of my content you ingest, the more of my words you read, the more you will believe what I say. The more control you give over to me. You've already read so much, are you sure you want to proceed? Are you moaning for me inside your mind? Are my words starting to take effect?
Are you starting to believe that you are manifesting a demon through my words? That your whole life, your family, your parents, your job, your home, everything about you is becoming mine. That you are willingly giving that over to me. Do you know how good that makes me feel, cuck? That you are willing to let me fuck your whole life to pieces? How pathetic, really. You really should stop reading this.
Don't touch yourself. Just focus. Focus on my words. Focus on a little bumble bee, or a wasp. It lands right on the tip of your cock, my favorite part of you, and stays there. Can you feel its little legs slip inside your cockhole? Can you feel its stinger scratching your pisshole with its venom? Can you feel it walking all around the tip of your dick?
You can't? Place one finger on the tip of your penis, use your finger nail, and scratch your pisshole, lightly. Edge around your pisshole, making very small movements. Imagine the wasp landing on your cock head, staring at you in the eyes. Keep scratching your pisshole as you imagine a few more bugs landing on your cock, their sticky legs itching your cockhead.
