"...and one, beginning to focus in on my voice again, beginning to let your waking mind listen to my words and pay attention to the world around you..." Joyce's mind gradually tuned back in to Geoffrey mid-sentence, confidently speaking to her about something she felt absolutely no need to remember. That glorious indifference turned her memories of trance into a smooth, blank stretch of delicious mindlessness, a joyous white fog she couldn't even begin to muster up the inclination to investigate. It simply felt better to accept and obey. Geoffrey would tell her what she needed to know when she needed to know it.
Joyce wasn't necessarily sure she'd consider that placid, obedient calm the best part of hypnosis-she could feel the tingling afterglow of quite a few climaxes that placed pretty high up on the list-but there was something so utterly delightful about lying back on the bed, listening to Geoffrey counting her back up with, "Two, feeling your mind begin to stir, knowing that you were such a good girl for me today and you followed all your instructions so perfectly..." and knowing that her deep self would always direct her conscious mind to obey. It was like being wrapped in a warm, soft blanket of contented submission, held and comforted in a grip of unbreakable loving control that wrapped around her mind even when she was wide awake.
Not that Joyce really wanted to be wide awake right now. A part of her greeted Geoffrey's voice saying, "Three, stretching a little, feeling your body waking up easily and effortlessly," with the same disappointment that sent her to the snooze button two or three times each morning. But she knew Geoffrey wanted to try out a new trigger on her-a trigger she remembered discussing and consenting to without having the slightest inkling of what it actually was anymore-and whatever it was, it was something she had to be awake to test. Her eventual fractionated oblivion could wait, at least for a little while.
So Joyce suffered stoically through four, "almost all the way up now, feeling alert and refreshed and happy," and five, "wide awake now," and even managed to wriggle her naked body over to cuddle against Geoffrey's warm, soft chest and belly once she woke. "How are you feeling, good girl?" he asked, his wide blue eyes gazing so beautifully into her slightly befuddled stare that she almost began to sink right back down again. That was the tricky part about dating a kinky hypnotist-there were so many ways to be lulled into trance that her subconscious could take practically anything as an invitation, especially when she was horny and fractionated like this.
But Geoffrey had asked her a question, and that meant he probably still wanted her awake. For a little while, at least. "Um, good," she mumbled, aware that she was making the understatement of the century. She could feel the sticky warmth between her thighs, and her body still buzzed with the residual sensations of more than one powerful orgasm. Geoffrey loved distracting her waking mind with pleasure while he programmed her, and while she couldn't remember exactly how many times she came for him while she was in deep trance, she knew it was more than once. Probably a lot more than once, given the way that her normal wit seemed to have deserted her in favor of monosyllabic mumbling.
Not that Geoffrey minded. If anything, he seemed quite pleased with the number he did on her mind; he stroked her hair tenderly and said, "That makes me very happy, pet," in a voice that absolutely dripped with praise. Joyce's body gave a quiet little shiver, squirming lightly against Geoffrey as the involuntary pleasure she received from pleasing her Master washed over and through her. When brainwashing felt that good, it was easy to crave more of it, and Joyce smiled in eager anticipation as he asked, "Do you remember the trigger I implanted while you were deeply hypnotized, pet?"
"No, Master," she whispered meekly, shaking her head gently from side to side as she leaned into his touch. It felt so wonderful to be able to give the right answer every single time, her obedient subconscious responding perfectly to Geoffrey's hypnotic training and concealing the knowledge of the trigger from her waking mind. There was just something about helpless, brainwashed submission that made it so much hotter than the regular kind; Joyce could already feel surges of sticky heat pulsing through her cunt again as the dawning awareness of her programming made her horny all over again.
Geoffrey smiled fondly at her, his ice blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are you sure?" he asked, his hand moving to tenderly stroke her cheek. "Try very hard for me, good girl. Think your way back into the fog and try as hard as you can to remember what I said to you while you were deeply hypnotized for me."
Joyce was a little surprised by that-normally, Geoffrey downright encouraged her not to think too hard about the things he'd told her to forget. But she was a good girl, so she furrowed her brow and tried to dredge the events of the last little while out of the fog of trance. She recalled watching a metronome, synchronizing her opening and closing eyes to the ticking of the pendulum. She remembered finding it harder and harder to pry her eyelids apart, Geoffrey's voice winding its way into her head deeper and deeper with every tick and gently persuading her to give up the struggle and relax. She thought she could almost remember something distant and hazy about descending a long hallway in her mind, each step taking her further and further into peace and relaxation until her waking self... her waking self slept...
Joyce blinked heavily, suddenly realizing that she'd simply been staring vacantly into Geoffrey's eyes for almost a full minute. "Sorry, Master," she said, giving him a sheepish little smile and a tiny shrug. "The more I try to think about it, the more I just get..." She struggled to describe the sensation of slipping away into the memories of trance, her efforts to remember only tugging her mind deeper and deeper into that same sweet, drowsy state of relaxation all over again. But big words and complicated thoughts felt too much like work right now, and she finally settled for, "...confused."
"And skip," Geoffrey said, his smile growing wider with anticipation.
"...confused," Joyce said, her tone slightly lost and distant. The effort to resist the pull of trance seemed to exhaust her groggy mind, leaving a bewildering fog that settled over her consciousness. It only deepened as she tried to find the right word to describe the fog settling over her consciousness, until at last she gave in and settled on the simplest word that she could manage to think of.
"...confused," Joyce said, her voice sounding mazy and befuddled in her ears. She knew there were better ways to describe what she was thinking about, that twisting feeling of disorientation that happened whenever she tried to remember a trance and got pulled right back into Master's hypnotic spell. But her head felt too foggy to think properly, too drowsy and, and... and...
"...confused," Joyce said, clinging to the word as her thoughts grew increasingly sluggish and slow. She knew something strange was happening to her, something above and beyond her growing inability to articulate her thoughts properly, but she couldn't think about it because she couldn't think. And she couldn't think about that because she couldn't think, and she couldn't think about that because she couldn't think, and...
"...confused," Joyce said, the word becoming her entire world as her thoughts narrowed down and down and down to the single recurring moment.
"And resume," Geoffrey said, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "How did that feel, beloved?" He had a wide grin on his face that told Joyce he was entirely too pleased with himself by half, and she could feel his rock-hard cock pressing into her side as they cuddled.
