Blondie - Hypnosis
I didn’t think it would actually work. I remember the coin swinging, the way his voice dropped low, and then everything sort of softened. Like my thoughts got filed away in some distant drawer marked “later.” I stopped caring about being clever or teasing - stopped second guessing myself too - I just wanted to be good. Every time he told me something, it was a joy to just nod, smile, and melt a little deeper into that warm, cotton-soft pink fluffy blankness.
I could feel my body answering before my mind did, pleasure firing on command like a program responding to its code. I was being simplified, and it felt immense. No worries, no decisions, just a fuzzy hum behind my eyes and a voice that made me feel safe and dirty all at once. The kind of peace that comes from not having to think, only to obey.
I don’t remember how it ended. Just that when I woke up the next morning, everything was hazy and slow, my skin warm, my thoughts syrupy. I felt happy, content, like I’d had a really vivid dream I couldn’t quite recall…
and my bum was *very *sore.
Weird. Wonder what that’s about.