#Forgetful Trance

[thetravelingmaster]

Short Story: Forgetful Trance

Male's point of View - Hypnosis

Note: This is an old short of mine I wanted to re-edit, but sadly I couldn't seem to find the original post so here it is again.

“Can I try again?” she asked before she bit her lower lip.

“Here?” I asked as I looked around. “I’m not sure Babe... This is the library! We wouldn’t want to get caught!”

“Oh we won’t I promise...” she said looking around herself and grabbing her tits. “I was thinking that maybe this is what would do it for you. You know?”

“I’m really not sure…” I said. “But... I mean... I’m game to try if you want to.”

“I am!” she said a little too loudly before looking around again and placing a hand on her mouth. 

​Lucky for us, no one was around. She winked at me and got down from her chair. I moved a little and she crawled under the table between my legs.

​“I’m really happy that you take this problem of mine so seriously…” I said. “But really, I can do without. I’ve told you already. It’s not a big deal... It’s just something I can’t seem to do.”

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[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

I remember someone asked me what it would be like if Vox treated Retro the way he treats Doll reader, so. I certainly don’t think he’d be nearly as cruel, but I figured I could at least write something where he uses the same trigger phrase. Also I wanted to write Alastor so he’s apart of this yay.

Be a Doll, Forget the Hotel

Vox doesn’t have the patience for sentimentality, that much I know. But that’s never stopped me before.

I’ve been talking about the Hazbin Hotel for weeks now—gushing about how precious Charlie’s mission is, how Angel Dust is glowing these days, how Vaggie dotes on her like a dream, and yes, even how Alastor is charming in his own eerie way.

I know Vox hates him. But still, Alastor did help Charlie, didn’t he?

So, while I stand at the stove, stirring a pot of gumbo, I let out a dreamy sigh. “Sweetheart, I just think it’s so sweet what Charlie’s doing over there. I mean, she’s really making a difference! And Angel—”

A deep hum comes from the dining table behind me. I hear Vox shift in his seat.

“Be a doll and look at me for a second.”

His voice is smooth, casual. But the moment I turn, his left eye spirals, and my thoughts just… melt.

The spoon clatters from my fingers into the pot. My body sways. I blink slow, my lashes fluttering as the world around me softens into static.

He smirks.

Vox rises from his seat and strides toward me, lazy confidence in his steps. His hands slide over my waist, warm and sure, guiding me back against his chest.

“There you go, sweetheart. Just lean back, let me take care of things.”

I sigh, sinking against him, helplessly compliant as he guides my hand away from the stove.

His words pour into my ears like honey, slow and thick, wrapping around my thoughts and smoothing them away. He murmurs to me about how nice it is to relax, how much I love being his darling doll, how I love obeying when he takes the lead.

And I do. I really do.

Vox’s fingers trace circles on my hips as he cements the words into me.

“Be a doll.”

The phrase makes my mind soft and warm, a shiver of pleasure running through me at just the thought of obeying.

He keeps talking as he takes over cooking, his voice weaving in and out of my thoughts.

“That’s right, good girl. You love being my sweet little doll, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” I sigh dreamily.

“And you love listening when I tell you what to do.”

“Yes, sir…”

“That’s my girl.”

His voice turns lower, slower. A hum reverberates in his chest against my back, pulling me deeper.

“Now, let’s focus on something important, hmm?” His fingers trail up my arms. “From now on, whenever you start thinking about that little hotel, those thoughts will just… drift away. Just slip right through your fingers.”

I let out a soft breath as the thought of the Hazbin Hotel fades from my mind like morning mist.

“That’s right,” Vox murmurs. “So easy to let go, so nice not to think about it for a little while. Just a few days, that’s all. Give me a break, yeah?”

I don’t need to answer. My body relaxes further, sinking into his hold, mind blank and willing.

“Good girl.”

His praise sends a rush through me, warm and pleasing, and I sigh happily as he presses a slow kiss to the side of my head.

Then, his voice shifts, snapping into something more alert. “Alright, sweetheart, counting you back up. One… two… three—”

Clarity snaps back into place, and I blink, the fog in my mind lifting.

Vox is back in his seat at the dining table, looking as smug as ever, his screen glowing a little too bright.

I frown slightly, confused.

…Wait, what was I saying?

I open my mouth, but the thought slips away. I blink again, shaking my head.

Weird.

I shrug it off and go back to cooking, humming to myself. But something about the way Vox watches me, all satisfied and way too pleased with himself, makes me narrow my eyes at him.

”…You did something to me, didn’t you?”

Vox shrugs lazily, resting his cheek against his hand. “Did I?”

His voice is all innocence, but that glow in his screen? It tells me everything I need to know.

Still… I feel good. Like I just woke up from a lovely nap. And I do trust him.

So, I just giggle and let it go.

———

It’s late when my phone rings.

I’m curled up in bed, warm and cozy, the house dim and quiet except for the hum of Vox working in his home office.

I answer with a smile. “Hey there, sweetheart!”

“Retro, my dear!” Alastor’s voice crackles through the receiver, bright and chipper. “Just calling to chat! I trust you’re still planning to visit tomorrow?”

I open my mouth to confirm, to tell him of course, I can’t wait to stop by the Hazbin Hotel and—

…

…What was I saying?

My lips part slightly, my mind blanks, and instead of answering, all that comes out is a soft, thoughtless hum.

Alastor goes quiet for a beat.

“Darling?” His tone is sharp now, but I barely register it, my body sinking just a little deeper into the mattress, relaxed and dazed, like I’ve just… slipped under.

But Vox isn’t here.

I hear Alastor hum lightly, thoughtful, before his voice suddenly comes from inside the room.

“Oh dear, just what did he do to you?”

The phone is plucked from my hand and gently hung up. I blink slowly, my mind catching up as I realize—

Alastor is here.

He stands beside my bed, one hand resting on his cane, the other reaching out to tilt my chin up. His sharp red eyes scan me intently, taking in my relaxed posture, my soft, empty expression.

I blink again, confusion stirring. “What… what were we talkin’ about?”

Alastor’s grin stretches wider. “The hotel, darling.”

A giggle bubbles from my lips before I can even think about it, my eyes glazing over slightly as the very thought slips through my fingers again.

I don’t even notice. But he does.

His fingers gently tap under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “Oh dear,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. “That’s quite the reaction, isn’t it?”

A soft “hmm?” is all I manage in response, my mind utterly empty.

Alastor laughs, slow and rich, as he easily lifts me into his arms and deposits me into a chair in the corner of the bedroom. He settles in, sitting me in his lap, adjusting me like a doll.

My body relaxes against him, pliant, and I feel his fingers trace lazy patterns along my arm.

“I must say,” he muses, “you do make for a rather darling housewife like this, don’t you?”

His voice is teasing, full of delight as he takes in my dreamy expression, my soft sighs. He taps my nose lightly.

“So docile, so obedient. I can see why he enjoys keeping you this way. But—” His voice lowers, turning thoughtful. “I prefer you when you’re nice and smart, dear.”

His fingers trail along my jaw, tilting my head just slightly as he leans close, voice dropping into something low and compelling.

“You are smart, aren’t you? Cunning and sweet.”

His words wrap around me, gentle but firm.

“An excellent cook—why, that takes thought, doesn’t it? You can’t afford to mess up a meal just because someone mentions the hotel.”

Something in me stirs, like he’s building me back up, piece by piece.

“What kind of wife would you be if you couldn’t care for your husband?”

That thought settles deep.

He’s right.

I need to be smart. Need to be capable.

The fog in my mind thins.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs. “Let’s bring you back up now, shall we? One… two… three—”

My eyes refocus.

I blink, sitting up straighter.

Alastor is here.

Why is Alastor here?

I glance around, confused. “What’s going on?”

He simply smiles. “Oh, we were just talking about the Hazbin Hotel.”

For a split second, I start to drift again.

But… I don’t fall.

My thoughts slip a little—like something important is missing—but I still feel clear-headed.

I frown slightly, realizing I had no idea what he’d just said. “Can you repeat that?”

Alastor’s grin doesn’t waver.

“We were talking about gumbo, darling. You made some tonight, yes?”

I brighten instantly, sitting up fully now. “Oh, you would’ve loved it! I used my momma’s recipe—real old-fashioned, the roux was just perfect—”

Alastor just smiles as I ramble on, pleased with himself. I was none the wiser.

[wildsaltair]

okay.

[girlcivilwar]

doodles I did at schoo ( /.\) uk raf & really ugly man (frg)

[prettiest-zombie-alive]

The real question is … fav member of the BAU 🤨🤨✍️✍️

(or multiple it’s hard to pick one 😭)

easily spencer, i fear his skittish demeanor and doe eyes have me in a trance 💔

[boughclan-clangen]

eheheheheheheehe.....

backlog............................

[pastelpendant]

hmmm

1, 2, 11~

-SwitchyTrancer

A new name! Very curious 👀

Hypnokink ask confessions

1. I want to be hypnotized by you 2. I want to hypnotize you 11. It makes me horny not remembering anything after being tranced

Interesting and cute answers! Unfortunately I am not looking to be a subject (and probably never will) so 2 isn't possible, but I do enjoy some consensual memory play~

[rainydrops]

hm … house to myself for a week … no responsibilities …..

[spiderqueenpc]

Sanji is a fascinating character because he bounces back and forth between being cool and being so fucking awful and unbearable that it makes me consider dropping the show entirely like a ping pong ball.

[estercity]

idk enough about dnd lore (and will not learn) to properly go into a lot of the things i do with my tavs but i was thinking passively about if angelic slumber is a controlled substance or not since it's... basically a narcotic and one of the only ways elves can sleep, which if so the fact i have clayr knocking that shit on the regular for his entire 268 years of life... YOU HAVE TO QUESTION THE LONG TERM EFFECTS OF THAT. what is it doing to you my boy, what do you see

[thedragonagelesbian]

having jaheira and halsin in the same party together is... simply too much ‘older elf druid id like to fuck’ for cyrus to handle

[diamondnokouzai]

okay i have about 4k words of a new horror piece. if anyone would like to betaread it.

[blackvahana]

Thinking about the fact I got those full lace masks for astral things. I cannot escape.

[berryunho]

resisting the urge to write a star wars au everytime I consume star wars media is the hardest thing I've ever done

[seijuroww]

AAAA I meant to reblog but saved it 💀💀 anywhooooooo thank youuu for the tag 💗💗💗 (and thank you @lsunncy for tagging me in one too)

last listen: eat your young (hozier)

current fav: favorite apple (the tulips)

random: hard to find (the stews)

hmm tagging: stealing your Sam/james tag lol and tagging @nakidoriii + anyone else who wants to

MUSIC LOVERS ASSEMBLE!!

i feel like starting a tag chain so i hope this works out :)

reblog this with 3 songs:

the song your listening to right now (or last one you listened to)

your current favourite song

a song of your choice

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mine:

its now or never - elvis presley/love in the dark - adele

trastevere - måneskin

nevermore - queen

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[ruminate88]

What Music Did You Grow Up With?

I wanna take a break from talking about the healing journey and talk about music cuz that’s my passion in life 🎶👏🏻

There’s musicians and song writers on both sides of my family. I have a HUGE family. 100 cousins on both sides of my family but I’m closer to my dad’s side. My aunt Becky use to be on local radio in the 80’s for gospel music. I grew up listening to an Uncle sing never knowing he wrote most of the songs he sang 😳 He just doesn’t brag about it but he’s so talented!! (I always thought the songs he sang came from gospel radio)

My dad can mess around for fun on the piano and guitar but doesn’t actually play. He can sing a little too but also doesn’t do it seriously… My MOM on the other hand though, she can chord on piano and guitar PLUS she’s the BEST singer I’ve ever heard in the whole world. She’s got soul and range but she’ll never ever brag about it 🥺🥰 and she never thinks she’s as good as she is. I’ve heard her sing all of my life and it has always intimated me LOL People always ask do I sing like my mom and it’s like “HAH, I wish…” 😅 My brother and my nieces also sing really well.

My dad always played pop music at home, soft rock and smooth jazz. My mom played gospel music and blue grass. My older brother always played heavy metal privately when I would ride in his mustang with him but played country music in front of our parents to cover up what he was actually listening to…. Hah I heard a range of music styles growing up.

For me, I listened to pop and r&b. My favorite was Craig David but I also loved Brian McKnight, Boyz ll Men and Ne-yo. I loved “The Year of a Gentleman” album. At 17, I thought I was a rapper LOL I use to listen to Bone, thugs and harmony plus DMX lol By the time I’m in my 20s, I fell in love with trance and EDM. I was depressed for 3 and a half years and trance music such as Jax Jones, Above & Beyond, got me through. By the time I’m 26, I’m in love with indie pop-rock music such as: The 1975, Bad Suns, Atlas, The Bleachers, etc… In my darkest moments, I leaned on Bad Suns the most. There songs just got me through where I was.

I have listened to music my whole life. Music is the only language I truly speak and relate to others and life situations. When I can’t get people to understand me, I put a song in its place 🎶👏🏻 I have never sang in front of family seriously or sang them a song I’ve written 😳 I’m shy haha but I’ve written songs on the piano I’ve played…. Maybe one day I’ll sing for my family. I’ve played in a few bands over the years but only playing the piano. I’ve also played the organ and the violin. Gospel music has mostly shaped my abilities but pop music drives my lyrics 👏🏻👏🏻

I’ve been noticed before by Jesse McCartney, Gareth Emery, Tritonal and a few others… Jesse McCartney actually in 2010 said my song “Be With You” was notable on his MySpace blog… Nothing came of it though. Was like my 10 seconds of fame LOL 😂. I had a lot of Jesse fan haters after that…. It’s all good though. I did not write the song for his fans to love me. It was a song I wrote for him out of love for him. (I don’t like to talk about Jesse anymore like I use to but I have mentioned him a couple times)

Concerts: My 1st real concert was in 2000, it was *NSYNC’s no strings attached Haha Got to sit in the nose bleed section. It made the band look like little stick figures hehe Funny stuff… but my favorite concert I’ve EVER been to believe it or not was in 2011, a Christmas band called “Mannheim Steamroller” Wow they are amaaaaaazing. If you love Christmas music, which I dooooooo, they bring nostalgia but have a whole orchestra behind them combined with synthasizers which incorporates my love for pop music too! Sooo good!!!! Another concert I loved was in 2019, Colton Dixon. He’s a Christian rock singer and he has a moment on the piano just of him singing solo and it was beautiful and intimate! It’s moments in music like those that you never forget ❤️👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🎶

When I make music, it’s always from my heart. I only write about what I can’t say out loud in a normal conversation. I always say the truth, even when it’s hurting me. Music is my escape and always has been. I remember when Jesse McCartney said that one time in like 2009 or something and that resonated with me beyond words. Music has the power to link people together!!!!

You can hear my music on the following platforms: Spotify, SoundCloud and Bandlab. My usernames are songwriter88 and songwriter1988 I was on TikTok but that’s currently a private account for obvious reasons. If you’re a musician like me, share your music with me below 👍🏻 I’m always looking for new songs to add to my faves list!!

A very personal song I wrote in 2021: