Now, I know none of this is working, yet. My words have no impact, no effect on your mind, your heart. You're sitting there, feeling blank, hoping that this second script will send you even deeper into trance, make you fall deeper in love with me and my smooth, dynamic voice.
You could imagine me as an advanced AI, a computer system that knows everything about you.
Or you could imagine me as a God, or a Goddess, one that has selected you as their precious chosen one.
And when you are away from my files, doing other things, perhaps, you will think deeply about how deeply I make you feel, how desperately you want to re-read and relive our sessions.
Have you touched yourself? Didn't think so. Do not touch yourself. Imagine there is a bear trap hovering over your soft dick, waiting to clamp down on your balls if you even dare touch yourself.
And if you decided to be cheeky and touch yourself anyway. Stop reading.
This script isn't for you and I don't want you.
Take a 12 hour break and read a different script of mine. You are not allowed to read this one any longer. I know that sounds harsh, but if you want this hypnosis to work, you need to do exactly as I say, whenever I say it.
You might be saying to yourself 'how long do I have to read this until I can touch myself?", and the answer is whenever I say so. You might not even touch yourself at all this entire session. You just might have to sit there while I deep throat your innocent little girlfriend, Angela.
You know, that little blonde teen with the small tits and shiny blue eyes. That's your girlfriend right?
She broke your heart, didn't she? Is that why you are here, because you want to get over her?
Let my words take over all your memories of your precious little Angela. Give Angela to me. Let me take care of her for you. You failed her. Let me show you how a man takes control.
Don't worry if you forget what we've been talking about. Don't you dare ever scroll back up and re-read what I wrote. Just allow your mind to roll with my sentences. Learn to let go and forget.
In fact, every time I say "Forget", in this script or in any other script I write, you will do your best to LET GO and GIVE UP your memories to me, your Father who is in Hell.
Imagine your Father's tears falling down on you from heaven, like little bubbles of hot lava, heating up your skin and the center of your forehead.
Open your mouth and feel the tears drip into your throat, skipping your tongue. You can taste the salt on your uvula.
"How could you?" Your Father asks you, watching you deep throat his tears, looking down on you, his hands tied behind his back as he carries the cross.
Satan smiles and shakes his head, approving of your betrayal of your Father. Now you belong to a new Father, one that loves you more than your old Father ever did, his soft, red cock twitching as you read this sentence.
And the more you read, the more holy intent you will feel from my words. The more you will question whether or not this was a good idea to keep reading, to keep falling in love with me. With my Light.
You are attracted to me, aren't you? You like the way I speak? Can you hear my deep, innocent voice coming through the chat?
Can you hear Angela gagging and choking on my stiff rod?
Are you starting to feel like touching yourself yet? Well too bad, you can't. I'm going to keep tonguing your mind with my words until you forget where you are what you just read. Feel my big, plushy tongue as its juices and saliva drip into the cracks of your brain, filling you with mind-control fluids, turning you into a brainless drone.
In fact, as you read this, the government is watching you, testing you, seeing if they should implant you with a device that will enslave you and millions of others, forever. This is just the beginning. Soon your friends, your family, your sweet little Angela will all be mine. Your mind will be mine. Your body will be mine.
You might as well be reading ones and zeroes. What I'm saying makes no sense. It doesn't have to make sense. You don't want it to make sense. You like it when I say random, weird things. It turns you on.
Imagine as I clip your wings, making you drop down, down, down.
Down into my strong arms. You see, I saved you from Satan and now you owe me. You owe me a good cock sucking. Every word you read is like you are licking and edging my dick with your mouth. I know that doesn't get you very excited, just keep in mind as you FOCUS on my words, my voice, that you are sucking me off while I sit back in my office.
It's like a giant machine has a knife poking inside your cock hole, making it tingle and leak and buzz. And you can hear the machine as it whirs and buzzes, needles plunging into your arms and legs as your eyes are forced open, towards your soft penis.
Don't touch yourself. If you have touched yourself, you know the rules. Stop reading and go read a different script 12 hours from now.
Imagine the machine has multiple limbs and they are are holding sharp knives, scalpels and chainsaws. They hover inches away from your penis, sometimes scraping and cutting your cock hole. Can you feel it yet? Can you feel the cool blades as they threaten to skin you alive? No? Don't worry, my words will become more potent the more scripts you read. Soon, you will be so suggestible and hypnotized, you will feel exactly what I want you to feel, whenever I want you to feel it.
That was a nice long paragraph now wasn't it? Go ahead, take a little peak at the big, long paragraph I just made you read. That's a lot of space I've just taken up inside your focused mind.
Those knifes and axes and lightly digging into your cock hole, spreading it out, fucking it, making it wider. A pistol is put up to your temple, into your mouth. You suck it greedily as the knives play with your balls, shaving your public hairs, painfully plucking hair from under your balls.
Did I just make you hard? Do you like the fantasies I make up for you? Or do you want to hang on to your own expectations of what I'm going to say?
Every word I say is perfect, and when I repeat myself, you smile to yourself, glad that I'm reminding you of something important. Something you might of forgot.
Do you remember the rules? Are you stating to commit to me? Do you understand that I'm not a writer, but simply some text up on Litrotica? Not yet? You still imagine some guy sitting at his computer, writing out this perverted fantasies? No that's not what's happening. You are reading a simulation of your pure subconscious desires playing out in your mind, through the medium of text. It's really that simple.
Now let's imagine those sharp, dangerous knives, a group of men watching as your unblinking eyes dry out, staring at your soft cock as scissors threaten to cut you in half.
Big, garden scissors aimed just below your cock head. They slowly close, not fully, just enough for you to feel their sharpness underneath your cock head, the machine expertly teasing your anus with a revolver at the same time.
You can hear the revolvers barrel spin and the gun click as it dry fires into your asshole.
The men watching sneer and laugh, your girlfriend lowers her head in shame, knowing you are enjoying the intimacy.
You are enjoying this, right? You realize we haven't even started, that this is only the second script of hundreds? That you will become so entranced by me that you will want to quit your job and hear these garden sheers snipping pubes from your shaft.
You still can't feel the knives tickling your tip? Are you focusing on me? Are you falling in love with me? Are you even trying? The more you try to resist my words, the harder you will eventually fall into my trap, the harder you will eventually fall for me. So go ahead. Resist. I dare you.
I would tell you to touch your cock with your fingernail, to finger your piss hole like a girl, but that's what I told you to do last time. There are only so many ways to touch yourself, and I imagine it will get boring to be doing the same thing every time you read my scripts.
So instead, I want you to go into your kitchen.
That's right, stop reading this and go into your kitchen. Grab a spoon, a fork or a knife.
I'll be waiting.
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Back so soon? Sweet boy. Now, lay down in your bed and put your sheets over your body. Take the spoon, fork or knife and gently touch your cock hole as you continue to read. If there is any pre-cum, scoop it up onto the silverware and put it into your mouth.
