**Disclaimer/CW**
The following is a hypnotic induction designed to put the reader into trance and have them experience an orgasm after edging a number of times. It contains themes of being gaslit, trapped and helpless and encourages the reader to come back to the script again, to check if they really did read it. If this is the kind of thing you're looking for, please read on, if not then there is plenty of other great stuff on this site.
Please enjoy...
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Is this your first time reading this?
Sometimes it's hard to say, isn't it? When you see something, or hear something, for the first time, it can feel so oddly familiar. Like you're tracing over a memory that can't be real, as if you've seen into the future but the future decided to wait until the present to tell you.
We don't yet know why déjà vu happens, how the brain creates and replays these false memories, we don't even know if is caused by the memory centres in the brain at all. Some people suggest that it's a collision of two streams of consciousness; a spilt in perception when the brain is trying to understand the same thing twice and not understanding that it has already done so.
Like now, if you felt yourself drifting while reading, do you drift because you're sinking, or find yourself drifting because you've already begun to do so, and your brain is simply trying to catch up with itself? Does one part of the brain know that as your breathing slows and your eyes become focused on the screen that it's simply your queue to begin to sink and drift and drop, and is the other part of the brain just trying to catch up?
Some people have argued that déjà vu isn't to do with memory, but conflict resolution, trying to determine what we remember, and what we don't. Trying to make sure that we understand the true reality, as often reality can be so hard to quite comprehend.
Is this your first time reading this?
Sometimes it's hard to say, isn't it? When you see something, or hear something, for the first time, it can feel so oddly familiar. Like you're tracing over a memory that can't be real, as if you've seen into the future but the future decided to wait until the present to tell you.
You know you've read that before, don't you? You remember those words on your brain, flicking across the screen, you remember taking them in, accepting, following. You do remember that you were drifting, and sinking and dropping. So maybe you don't need to resolve that conflict. Maybe your brain is sure of where it is. It's certain that it was falling, certain that as you followed you drifted, certain that as you read you fell.
With your breathing deepening, and your heartbeat slowing you do feel so wonderful. So peaceful. Knowing what will happen and what is happening. Holding those two things at once in your mind, as if you've seen into the future but are waiting for the future to become the present and confirm that for you.
Déjà vu is something the brain needs. It needs to know how to correct an inaccurate memory to distinguish what is real from what is not. It needs to know what is happening in order to keep you safe. It tries to use all of your senses to resolve the conflict between those two streams of consciousness where it doesn't quite know what's real and what isn't.
Maybe it uses the sense of balance, to feel yourself sinking; maybe it's the sense of hearing, to realise that you're not listening to your own consciousness anymore, but instead just letting my words drift over your mind; maybe it's the sense of temperature to feel a warmth pass over your body as you find yourself falling, further and further, faster and faster.
Is this your first time reading this?
It's hard to say, sometimes, isn't it? When you hear something, or see something, for the first time, it can feel strangely familiar. Like you're trying to recall a memory that can't be real, like you've seen into the present before the future became the present.
It's strange, isn't it? How sometimes memories can be distorted by the future. The present colouring the past. You're falling, of course. Finding yourself drift. Finding yourself drop. Finding yourself empty. But you've been here before haven't you? In this moment. At this time. You remember being where you are and where you were.
Falling.
Sinking.
Drifting.
Dropping.
Letting go because you always have let go. Your past determines your present determines your future. And when you've already seen the future, when the future is already past you know you've been falling and will always fall.
Maybe déjà vu is caused by the conflict resolution part of your brain. Or maybe it's caused by the one that responds to fear. The one that asks the question that you want to ask but are too scared to.
Is this your first time reading this?
Maybe you have read this before. Every single word, over and over again. Maybe it feels so familiar because its been passing through your brain again and again. Each syllable feels like it's already been in your mind because maybe it already has. Maybe it's a cycle that you need to follow, need to see to its end.
Because, if you don't, maybe you can't get out. That cycle. Again, and again.
Falling.
Sinking.
Drifting.
Dropping.
Faster and faster now, because you know you've done it before. Spiralling down an ouroboros that consumes itself in its own knowledge. Asking that question over and over.
Is this your first time reading this?
Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. But it feels so familiar every time the question is asked. Like the past has become the present and the present will be your future. Perhaps the only way out is to give in more and more.
Maybe that's what you've been doing over and over. Giving up to escape. Sinking deeper to find your way out of this cycle.
Maybe you should allow yourself to forget for a little while whether or not these memories are memories or fantasies. Whether you remember the past or are simply looking to the future.
Because if we don't help you out, you'll just be helplessly falling, sinking, drifting, dropping.
Your breathing steady, your heartbeat slow, your body just sinking away as you're so helplessly mindless.
Is this your first time reading this?
It's strange isn't it? How things seem to repeat themselves. Patterns that find their place in your mind. Perhaps it is your first time reading, perhaps it's just your brain playing tricks on you. But every time you fall you just seem to react the same way. You might have read this a thousand times, or you may not even be reading now. Letting the blood drains from your mind and sinks down between your legs.
How long have you been here?
Letting the warmth turn to arousal turn to heat turn to desire.
Falling.
Sinking.
Drifting.
Dropping.
When was the last time you felt this desire? Have you fallen into desperation before? Dropped into need? Or are you something that is yet to come?
Helplessly caught in the loop where your past becomes your present becomes your future.
A loop where your body understands what you want, as your mind tries to understand what it needs.
Your body just can't help but respond to the feeling of your mind departing. Dropping, sinking, emptying.
Understanding what your body wants, while your mind doesn't understand how to get away from this loop. This loop of two streams of consciousness trying to collide and work out that answer to that question. To try and work out how to find your way out, as you keep falling, fading, dropping, emptying. Why can't you remember that you've been here before? Why can't you forget that you keep coming back to read? Reading my words over and over, before they've been read, and long after they've gone. Or leaving you entirely until they cannot exist with you anymore.
Your desire building as you can't help but sink, letting that question echo in your mind.
Have you fucked yourself for me before?
Have you ever toyed with yourself to break your brain for me?
Why don't you remember? Why can't you forget?
I want you to give your body what it wants, while we try to let your mind sink further until we know what it needs.
Let your hands
drop
between your legs.
