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The following is a hypnotic induction designed to put the reader into trance and have them experience an orgasm. It contains themes of being trapped by vines wrapping in and around their body. 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.
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When talking about plants a weed is any species that is considered a nuisance. One that resides where it should not. Often it is simply vegetation 'in the wrong place'. A rose in a bed of violets could be considered a weed to anyone who did not want it there. Typically, though, we try to reserve that word for plants that are difficult to deal with. We reserve it for plants compete and grow exactly where they are not wanted. They will outcompete everything around them. An invasive species.
Sometimes, however, it is difficult to clarify what a weed is, because what some may want to grow and take root in their garden, others would not. The Red Valarian, for example, produces beautiful magenta flowers, but is undoubtedly an invasive species. It, like the dandelion, has seed tufts that can quickly pick up on the wind, spreading themselves incredibly gently, incredibly rapidly, so one might not even know they have taken root.
That's the thing about weeds. One could like the look of them; the gorgeous yellows of the Dandelion, the deep purples of Oxalis, the gentle mauve of Wisteria, and invite them in, or simply by proximity they could begin to spread. And they spread so softly that one would never even realise they are moving. One would never even realise when the seed begins to take root.
The problems start, however, once that seed gets in. As an invasive species they will outcompete, and they will thrive. Because none of the other species around them have adapted to fight them. A foreign body in the native soil that just does so much better at growing than any of the native plants could. Left unchecked the stunning blue Forget-me-not will quickly overrun the tulip.
And to some this is okay. Some prefer the look of a Sweet Clover to that of an Iris, but others try to fight it. Others don't like the fact that just by proximity a weed can just begin to take root without them being aware of it. A seed that can just begin to grow and will, inevitably, over time start to outcompete what should be there.
This is obviously an issue, and it's not one that has an obvious solution. We must ask ourselves how necessary it is to remove that species, to remove that ever-growing seed. Of course, if it's left alone it will grow and grow, beginning to stop other things from growing. But if we decide to remove it or halt its growth we might damage the other things around it.
Perhaps after that seed has taken its place it is already too late. Perhaps already it is beginning to reach out, perhaps its roots are beginning to wrap around and grip onto what is around them. All, of course, unnoticeable. Because we can't see what a plant is doing before it even touches the surface. We would never be able to know that its roots and tendrils are spreading.
Of course, we can let it grow, let it become a gorgeous lilac Knapweed - sometimes its' easier to just accept the weeds and appreciate them for what they are than it is to fight them. The issue with weeds is that if you know they're growing, its already far too late. By the time one becomes aware that they are growing, their roots are so deeply tied into everything around them, every other flower, every other grass, that if you remove them properly, you simply remove everything else. By tearing the weed up from its roots one would very quickly have a garden in which nothing would grow. A garden in which only emptiness abounds.
So we let it grow. Because by the time we notice it, it is already too late. The seed is so deeply engrained that its takeover is merely a formality, an inevitability. Because nothing around it can compete. The incredibly beautiful invasive species that will just cause everything around it to sink away. Their own roots being slowly lifted by the ever present and truly inexorable plant that was never really planted. The plant that took hold and started growing without anyone realising.
And we might begin to see those flowers as the weed starts to bloom. Or maybe we just see the dearth of everything else. Maybe we notice the presence of the weeds not by their majesty, drawing all focus to them, but instead by the lack of everything else. The perhaps it is the emptiness around them that draws the eye. The distinct lack of anything nearby.
But that's okay. It's fine to be drawn in to focus on nothing, or to focus entirely on the blooming weed. The weed whose roots are so deeply engrained that there's no way to remove them. And that's fine, it's fine because once the roots are embedded deeply enough it probably wouldn't be a good idea to remove them. So best not to touch them. Best to just let them slowly wind around the places in which they are growing.
When they start to bloom they do just look so pretty. Maybe deep down we never wanted to remove them. Maybe we were the ones that invited them in. Maybe they didn't blow over and land unnoticed. Maybe we planted those weeds ourselves. Planted those weeds and simply let them grow. Perhaps we simply voluntarily gave way to them. That wonderful invasive species that will out compete everything around them.
That seed was planted so perfectly and can infest and take over so quickly that everything else can fade away. No Poppies, or Roses, or Thoughts, or Lilies or Resistance. One can just let it all fade into the background as that Dandelion takes over, giving in as that Oxalis takes hold, letting go of resistance as the Wisteria works its way through you.
Giving in because it just looks so pretty. Giving in, because it's far, far too late to fight it. Giving in because its roots have such a tight grip over you that you couldn't stop it if you tried. And that's okay. It's okay because it feels so incredibly good to give in. So incredibly good to be taken over. So incredibly good to let go to these wonderful pretty flowers that ever so gently pull you apart.
Giving in because there isn't much else you can do. If you try to resist, or fight it, or rip it out it might just tear away the rest of your fading mind. If you try to remove the wonderful weeds embedded into your brain you might just find yourself entirely empty.
Being empty is good though, and you know even if you don't interfere that emptiness is coming. The roots crawling through your brain and simply letting the other thoughts fade. The other thoughts are just unable to really start, to take root, because they are so absolutely outcompeted.
It feels so good to let them be outcompeted. It feels so good to let yourself be overwhelmed by the wonderful blues and yellows and purples that you cannot stop. It feels so good to know your mind will be empty so incredibly soon.
It feels so good knowing that as soon as that seed first touched your mind it was already a little too late. It feels so good to know that its so incredibly easy to let yourself go and be completely taken over. The Sweet Clover entirely lulling you down with its incredible scents, or the Red Valarian so striking that it just helps you fall apart.
So broken, so overtaken, the roots so deeply engrained in your mind that you can do nothing but follow and obey. And that just feels so perfect. So incredibly perfect to be so entirely overwhelmed and obedient.
Give up.
Give in.
Let go and feel the immense joy in doing so.
Let go as those vines gently pull you apart and pull you under.
Open.
Relaxed.
Empty.
Because its just so difficult to get rid of weeds once that first seed so delicately lands in your mind.
Its so hard to remove weeds without ripping everything else down.
And really, they do look so pretty. Maybe it was alright all along to just let them in. Those bright blues and reds and purples so wonderfully and completely overwhelming.
No need to move or think, just giving in to that incredibly wonderful sensation of being dragged under.
The vines and roots through your brain and around your bones. So wonderfully controlled. So wonderfully empty.
Because there's no getting rid of the weeds that have completely overtaking you, entirely outcompeted you, entirely overwhelmed.
They just help everything else fail. They just help everything else to sink away around them. They just help to sap everything away. Just leaving you an entirely empty slate, outcompeted and wonderfully controlled. And it just feels so good. The wonderful Sweet Clover letting you drift and empty, the beautiful crimson Valarian taking you under. And don't forget the Forget-me-nots, as you appear to have forgotten everything else.
Forgotten to fight.
Forgotten to resist.
Forgotten not to give in.
Wonderful and open.
Amazing and empty.
The vines just working their way through and around your legs and pulling them open slightly. And you can give in. You can just let them. Because there's no way to resist. Because unlike the Forget-me-nots you did forget to resist. You did forget to stop the roots and vines from easing your legs open.
You forgot to stop them gently opening your legs in the same way you forgot to stop your hand from being pulled down between them.
Because its so easy to give in. Weeds are so difficult to get rid of. The roots are so strong, and you are so weak. Overwhelmed and outcompeted. So when they drag your hand between your legs there is very little you can do about it. There is nothing you can do to prevent it, and that's okay.
It's okay because it feels so good to give in. So wonderful to let your hands glide down and toy. So wonderful to let your muscles just work for the weeds and your bones work for the roots. So aroused and empty.
Guided by the vines that have wrapped themselves down your mind and into your limbs. Feeling the roots sinking deeper into your thoughts as they hold you tighter. A puppet on a Daisy chain, as those Ivy runners force your hands into place for me. That little seed that was planted, that little Dandelion cypsela that found itself in your mind. Taking over as you let go completely.
Not fighting those weeds, because you know that if they were taken away you would find the garden itself fading. You can't tear out the roots, because they're so tightly bound around the rest of you. Falling, sinking, fading into that wonderful Rose bed of pleasure.
