Nonsense #01

I don't know when I first stepped into the world of hypnosis. Not that I was ever especially exposed to it growing up - I mean who the fuck is - but I did always like stage magic, and mentalism was usually adjacent to that, so I suppose that could've been a sneaky intro it? Regardless, I'm well into it now. Most nights I fall asleep to the sound of a stranger saying something sweet that I couldn't even tell you about the morning after.

I have a file name, and I close my eyes and let my body float away. Or sink? Or sometimes I lose it altogether. My mind floats somewhere above my corporeal form, which can't have gone anywhere because I know I haven't moved. My consciousness is trapped behind a wall of ice, and it's like I'm skating against it while bubbles of pure fucking ecstasy rush my veins.

The fun thing about hypnosis is that you sort of have to believe, or at the very least you have to want it. There's a degree of knowing what's going on, but without really being present in the moment - aside from perhaps the very start of the file where you're instructed to breathe or drop or whatever, I'm a good girl and I'll do whatever I'm told.

Truthfully I think the first time I actually listened to a real file was when I was in the throes of insomnia. I hadn't slept in about 52 hours and I figured "well let's see shall we?" and see we did.

I went to the only place I could think to go for information on literally any topic known to humans: Reddit. I found a sub dedicated to erotic hypnosis, perhaps that wasn't where I should've started, but I've always been kinky after all. The first post I found was a text file; not what I was looking for. The next seemed promising, but the voice did not match the domineering aura of the poster. Finally I found a post with a title that mentioned obedience, submission, and unending pleasure. I clicked through and the voice of god met me.

Smooth, like butter melting over pancakes, it coated my brain in a thick, sticky ooze of calm and goodness. Not overly deep, but enough to be soothing, comforting, the kind of voice you ache to hear murmur your name. I don't even know his name and he's made me cum how many times now - he's married, that's something that he's very public about which is cute. And irrelevant but whatever.

He's my favourite one, but there are another two I like. Another man, and a woman. He's kind of... well he's my third favourite, but maybe that's because I've only just started listening to him and his style is different to the others. He's more directly domineering, whereas the other two are more gentle with their dominance. Yes, of course everyone is still a top.

Maybe that's part of why I like hypnosis so much? I don't want to think, I want that burden taken from me, even if it's only for a brief moment. Take away my thoughts, my consciousness, send me somewhere far far away where I can float amongst the clouds while my body convulses with pleasure. Just let my mind go blank, please please please let it go blank. My god if it could be blank all day, I might die of joy.

It isn't just the mental relief that's so addictive. I truly have no idea how it happens, or how it works, but damn it to hell if my body doesn't feel like it's going through some kind of otherworldly ritual. After I settle down properly and get comfy amongst my blankets - I'm always in bed - I let my eyes close slowly as I follow some kind of instructed breathing, and my body begins to feel heavy, so unbelievably heavy, like I'm made of lead. Then, after an expanse of time that I cannot recount, my feet disappear. Not like pins and needles "I can't feel my feet". Like they disconnect from my body and travel to some pocket dimension in the ether until the morning when I wake and find them right where I left them. Perhaps even more astonishing than that; the rest of my legs follow suit! They depart from my body without so much as a "goodbye, see you on the 'morrow", they just wander off. I can't blame them though, I'm sure they're going somewhere delightful.

As you could imagine, the rest of my body also departs piece by piece until I am just a head. Even my neck is gone. Only my head remains and it is so inconceivably heavy that it sinks through my pillows and mattress, it goes through the floor and falls to the depths of the earth, where the warmth of the core radiates through my skull with the most delicious caress, like the afternoon sun of a hot summers day. The warmth continues to circulate my head, brain, mouth, eyes, I feel it in every pore, then it travels to those limbs that had wandered away some time ago. Don't misunderstand, they haven't returned just yet, but they can feel the heat through some kind of inter-dimensional string or something.

And amongst all of this is the absolute best part - whatever is in those files makes my pussy drool even thinking about them, let alone when I'm listening live. The interesting part is that I'm not really conscious of having orgasms when I'm in a trance, however I do know how many I have per night - the modern world might be a drag, but wearable technology originally to track sleep, now also tracks orgasms. Last night it was six. My underwear was a sticky mess when I woke up, but I will do it again tonight. And the next. And perhaps even the one after that and maybe all the nights to come until someone makes me stop.