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[bastetofthesilvermoon]

{ HYPNO! Fan Fiction}

{Steve /Tony - Stony}

{Hypno Language}

Steve is naked.

Tony can't help himself but notice that, he'is Oh-my-God so damn naked. No shirt. No pants. Even no socks, nothing at all - Not to mention the fact, that, well, there's nothing to cover his limbs either.

The thing is... The Captain is not worried.

He's still at his place, sitting on his chair, smiling, the lights from the window shining, reflecting on his shoulders, his chest, every single, smallest detail of his torso, his belly, his...

"What do you see?"

The Captain did say nothing. But still, the genius ears his voice as a warm, warm echo in his head. He almost feel the touch of his lips on the right temple.

"I see you." he answers "And you're naked."

"And do you like seeing me that naked?"

"Yes." he nodds and when he does, Tony feels Steve's mouth leaving, replaced by his fingers. The fingertips presses on both his temples, pushing gently, tracing a little, circular movement.

"Wanna see more?"

"Yes."

"Wanna kiss me?"

"Yes."

"Wanna fuck me?"

The genius nodds again and finds himself giving in, letting Steve's hands moving him up and down, back and forth, the fingertips pressing and tracing spirals on his skin.

"Yes." he murmurs.

The pressure on the temples is so warm, the bubbling movement so lulling, up and down, back and forth, that the eyelids start flickering as the eyes begin to slowly rolling up at every up and every down and left to right and back and forth.

"I'll let you see more, Tony." Steve whispers "Because you're such a goid subject. You're such a good boy."

"Good." he repeats "Good."

"Yes, Tony, yes you are. And you're so good that I want show you how beautiful you're are right now. So-" he says "I want you to open your eyes and look at the mirror in front of you."

A mirror.

Where just a couple of minutes before - Or there were hours? - they started to talk about hypnosis and mind control, right where Steve was sitting, there's a mirror.

A rectangular-shape one, leaning on the back of the chair, big enough to let Tony sees himself - And Steve just behind him.

As he dreamed, he took off his shirt, even though he kept his trousers on - And just under the belly there's a big, pulsing sign of how he's enjoying the situation.

"Look at you." Steve whispers on his ear, still pressing and moving slowly his head "Tell me what you see."

"I see myself." Tony answers, his voice coming so soft, vacant, distant "I see myself as you lull me."

"Go on. How do you see yourself?"

"Relaxed."

"Look closely. Don't you think you're even a little heavy?"

Tony struggles a few seconds in order to see something through the dizziness.

"Yes." he agrees "I am tired and heavy."

"You're in fact tired and heavy." Steve says "See how heavy your shoulders are, Tony."

"Yes. My shoulders are so heavy."

"Tell me what you see."

"I see my shoulders growing heavier. I see my shoulders growing so heavier they can't stay still, they're falling down. Down. Down."

"Look at yourself. Are you going down too?"

Stark blinks once, twice.

He sees his chest, going up, going down, at each and any breath, one breath deeper than the one before it, deeper and deeper, heavier and heavier.

He sees his neck, so heavy at the point is bubbling up and down, left to right, back and forth, while Steve's hands arr guiding it back and forth, left to right, up and down.

He sees his mouth, so relaxed, so tired, so heavy, gently opend, loose and limp, heavier and heavier.

He sees hys eyelids blinking more and more, flickering, fluttering, his eyes rolling up, and then down, his eyelids heavier and heavier, at each and any blink, heavier and heavier, deeper and deeper.

"Do you see yourself going deeper and deeper, Tony?"

"Yes. I see myself going deeper and deeper."

"Do you see yourself becoming heavier and heavier?"

"Yes. I see myself becoming heavier and heavier. "

"Do you want to sleep?"

"Yes. I want to sleep."

Steve stops lulling his head.

"Now. Staring at yourself at the mirror, Tony, and put yourself to sleep repeating this mantra over and over again:"I am going deeper and deeper."

"I am going deeper and deeper."

"I am going heavier and heavier."

"I am going heavier and heavier."

"Good, Tony. You're doing so well." Steve strokes his hair "Now, start repeating your mantra."

Tony nods, even though it's just so difficult find the strenght to do as told. He feels so heavy. Deep.

He wanna sleep so badly.

But a the same time, he wanna be compliant. Obedient. Submissive.

So he rises his head, his sleepy sleepy eyes fixed on the sleepy sleepy eyes reflected in the nirror.

"I am going deeper and deeper. I am going heavier and heavier. I am going deeper and deeper. I am going heavier and heavier."

And as he keeps on repeating, going deep, going heavy, he does not notice how Steve kneels between his legs, spreads them and then opens his trousers.

He's so deep he's almost not aware how warm Steve's hands are around his cock, as he starts to stroking it.

As he grows deeper and heavier and sleepier, Tony grows hot and aroused, at the point even though is sure about repeating the mantra, his voice has just turned in to moans.

"You're deeply hypnotized." Steve's tongue on his cock "You're deeply hypnotized"

"I am deeply hypnotized." he repeats, gasping in feeling how incredibily hot is the captain's lips and mouth and throat.

"I am deeply - - - I am deeply hypno-otized."

He's about to cum, when Steve leaves his cock and suddendly, rapidly snaps his fingers.

"Sleep, Tony."

Stark moans, falling back on his chair, the eyes just a flat, white line through the eyelashes.

Steve point a finger on his forehead, while licking his own lips.

"Not thar fast, Tony. That's just the beginning."

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{ Hypno! Fan Fiction}

{Steve/Tony} {Stony} {Captain America/Iron Man}

Please, just let me come back. Please, don't let me drown here, alone, in this loneliness. Please, let me - - - Tony feels something. He can't understand what, or how, cause his consciousness is missing somewhere, deep, deep inside his mind.

He's floating. No thoughts. No will. Just blankness.

A deep, deep blankness.

And a soft pressure, on the lips. A sip of something different, a hint of a taste, a sparkle of a perfume.

When he wakes up, or at least tries to, he feels himself still so heavy he can barely keep his eyes open.

"Steve." whispers "I'm so heavy."

"I know, Tony. It's because you're still deeply under."

Was he?

He can't tell. He can feel himself still rocking, back and forth, a little bit, his eyes focusing one time and blurring the next one.

"No. I'm awake."

"Are you?"

Tony tries to look at him, but his head keeps on falling, bubbling, his eyes flickering, fluttering, closing.

"Yes."

"Look at your left hand, then."

"My..."

The genius turns his face - A little gaps on his lips.

Oh God, he thinks, Something's off.

His left hand seems so... Awake? The right one lies on Tony's thigh, but the left is lifted at his eyes' side and it's moving, the fingers dancing, up and down, left to right, back and forth, spiraling.

Spiraling.

Spiraling.

"Look at your fingers, Tony."

Is there anywhere he could look at? They're so fascinating.

They're tracing a lovely spiral into the air, round and around and around, a little spont in the center and then this lovely movements, up and down, up and down.

"Tell me what you feel, Tony."

"I feel..." he gasps, his eyes locked on the fingertips "Fascinated."

"You're so good at it, Tony. You're such an amazing subject."

Before he can stop, Tony finds himself nodding.

"I am."

"You're doing so well."

"I am."

"You're putting yourself so under, so heavy and deep."

Heavy.

And.

Deep.

Tony's eyes roll up just for a few sec. His spine trembling. A wave of pleasure down, down deep through the stomach, down between his legs.

"Not yet, Tony."

He can feel Steve touching his forehead.

`You can't drop until I say so. "

Heavily, Tony nods his head.

Tell me what to do. I am mush. I am mold. Tell me what to do. I am nothing but yours to be shaped.

"How do you feel, Tony?"

"Deep."

"Wanna go deeper?"

"Yes."

"Look at your hand, Tony." the Captain whispers, gently stroking his hair "It's so beautiful to watch. How the fingers are tracing for you a spiral, guiding you all the way down, deeper and deeper."

Tony nods, his eyes, his head following the movements, his eyelids heavier and heavier, his mind so deep to the point he can only do what Steve says, suggests, orders.

"You can feel yourself being absored by the spiral. You can feel yourself get lost into it. Deeper and deeper."

"Deeper." murmurs Tony "Deeper."

Slowly, Steve's finger starts to trace the same spiral on his forehead.

"No thoughts in your mind."

"No thoughts."

"You're falling under."

"I am falling under."

"You're going deep."

"I am going deep."

"You wanna go deep."

"I wanna go deep."

"Now, your hand will stop moving, but you'll still see the spiral in front of you and you'll keep following with your eyes, Tony. Do you understand?

Tony nods and by doing so, his head just bubbles up and down, his eyes gently roll up and then roll back, unfocused.

Steve swallows. He's so damn - - - Ah, man. He must breath - Or he'll cumd right there, right now, just watching Tony's eyes blankly following an invisible spiral while trying to keep them open.

"You're a good boy, Tony."

The genius moans and Steve bites his own lips.

"You're such a good boy, Tony." he repeats "You're such a good boy for me and only me."

"You." he agrees "Only you."

"Only me, Tony. You can go under, you can drop for me and just with me."

"Drop." he says "For you. Only for you."

Steve put two fingers under Tony's chin.

"I'm gonna kiss you." he says "And you'll drop ten thousand deeper than before."

Stark nods.

He can think nothing.

He can do nothing.

Following the spiral.

Goind under.

"Count." Steve orders "From Five to one. Going more blank, more sleepy, more heavier with each number."

"Five "

Steve caresses his lips.

"Four."

Then his ears.

"Three."

His neck.

"Two."

His eyebrows.

"One."

And then, he kisses the genius, enjoying his muscle becoming loose and the little moan escaping his mouth.

"Now." the Captain whispers in his ears "I want you to imagine.."

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Tic.

Toc.

Tic.

Toc.

Tic.

Toc.

Swing the watch.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Tic.

Toc.

And deeper you go.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper

Deeper

You

Go

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

And you Drop.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Drop.

Tic.

Toc.

Heavy and deep.

And under you go.

Under you fall.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Heavy.

Deep.

Drop.

All the way down.

Heavy and deep.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Heavier.

Heavier.

Sleepier.

Sleepier.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Heavy and deep.

Drop.

Sleep.

[bastetofthesilvermoon]

{ Hypno! Fan Fiction}

{ Steve/Tony} {Stony}

{Hypnotic Language}

Tony opens his eyes, an electric burst through the spine. He moans, sitting up straight and pressing his fingertips on the eyelids and then rubbing them all over the eyebrows.

What was that? He's feeling so fuzzy, his mind trying to think again after... Well, whatever it happened.

He can't remember a single thing. Only that Steve was saying something about mind control and - - Steve!

Stark looks up, suddendly aware of the Captain's presence in front of him.

"Hello, Tony." he smiles - Or is that a satisfied grin? "Welcome back."

"Back?" the genius replies, yawning and stretching his arms over the head "From where?"

"From your trance."

Tony stops and stays silent for a few secs. Then, he can't do but start laughing, shaking his head.

"A trance, you say? Like... An Hypnotic trance? Did I zombie-walk? Or acted like a chicken?"

"That would be so stupid." Steve shrugs his shoulders "And you would be a terrible chicken."

"You can bet."

Tony stands up---Or at last, he tries to. There's something wrong. He's glued to the chair. He can actually feels his legs, his hips, his feet, but at the same time, even though his brain is ordering to stand, to move, to go (to run away), they're not working.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks, his voice too monotone to seem really worried or even concerned.

"Of course not!" Tony replies, as his tone starts rising "What did you do? You glued me while I was sleeping? Do you think it's funny?"

"Tony."

The genius looks at him.

"Relax."

And then something happens.

Tony is perfectly awake. He knows that. But then...why is his body becoming so heavy? Why is his mind filling with fog and nothingness? Why is so...

"Deep." he murmurs, blinking, his head starting bubbling a little bit "So deep."

"That's right, Tony."

Steve stands up, walking gently towards him; he kneels, to be just in front of Stark's sleepy, foggy, vacant expression. Then, he raise his index.

"Look at my finger, Tony."

Obediently, the genius locks his gaze at his fingertip. So blank - So beautiful, the Captain thinks, a warm feeling inside his stomach. He knows he should not supposed to feel that way, he knows it's wrong - He perfectly knows. But still.

"Be a good one, Tony, and follow my finger with your eyes."

The Captain shuts his eyelids for a moment - Damn. That felt so good. He has almost moan.

Tony was so obedient. So mesmerizing in his blankness. He's like clay, he can model him as he wants to, shaping him or just enjoy that heavyness, that relaxed, blurred expression, putting him to sleep or denying it, making him--No, Rogers. That's too much. Don't even think about it. Remember it was just a silly bet between the two of you. You're not supposed to cross the line.

Don't do that.

"Follow my finger with your eyes, Tony, back and forth, back and forth and as you do, I want you to feel yourself starting moving back and forth as well."

Gently, slowly, Tony starts to rock left and the right and then left and then right, starting from the top of his head, going on with the shoulders and even the torso.

"You're so good, Tony, you're dropping so well." Steve compliments him as his finger keep on moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

"You go deeper and deeper, you drop deeper and deeper with each and any movements."

Stark's eyelids tremble. His lips open as his jaw looses a little bit more.

"Your eyes are so heavy, Tony. Your eyes are so heavy you can barely keep them open."

Back and forth.

Heavier and heavier.

Deeper and deeper.

Back and forth.

Heavier and heavier.

Deeper and deeper.

"You wanna sleep." Steve says "You're so sleepy. You're so heavy. You want to drop and go deeper."

"Sleepy." Tony agrees, his voice nothing but a whispers "Heavy."

"What do you want, Tony?"

"I wanna sleep."

"You wanna go deeper."

"I wanna go deeper."

"You're so heavy."

"I am so heavy."

"Sleepy." Back. "Heavy." Forth. "Sleepy." Back. "Heavy." Forth. "Sleepy." Back. "Heavy." Forth.

Stark is about to fall and Steve is about to orgasm just by watching him going under. He's so damn hard the forces himself to end the induction.

"Now, I will count from five to one. When I reach the number one I'll tap my finger on your forehead. Your eyes will roll and you'll drop. Completely under, open to my suggestions. "

The only answer he receveis is a sofr moan, loud enough to make a thrill twitching between his legs.

"Five."

Back and forth.

"Four."

Deeper and deeper.

"Three."

Heavier and heavier.

"Two."

Deeper and deeper.

"One."

Tap.

Tony's eyes rolled up, his body like a rag doll on the chair, loose and limp.

Steve caresses his dark hair, tilting his head

"And now... What about having some fun?"

[bastetofthesilvermoon]

What if I tell you you're already dropping? That you're already falling, deeper and deeper, all the way down, like this, right here, now.

Easy as breathing.

In fact, I'm suggesting you're dropping right here right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down, because of that.

Because of your breathing.

I know it's heavier than before. I know it's slower.

I can see that.

You're dropping, right here, right now, all the way down, and as you do, you're breathing slow down.

I can count along with you, if you don't believe me.

Breath in

1

2

3

And hold it.

Breathing out in.

4

5

And again.

Breath in.

1

2

3

4

Hold it.

5

Breathing out in

6

7

8

Again.

Breath in

1

2

3

4

5

Hold it.

Breathing out in

6

7

8

9

10.

Again.

And again.

Slower. Longer. Heavier.

See? I was right.

You're already dropping, right here, right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down.

But it's not all about the breathing.

I can see it by your shoulders.

As you breath, as you drop, right here, right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down, they're becoming heavier and loose and limp.

They're falling as you're falling, as you're dropping, right here, right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down.

And your breath is heavy, heavier and heavier, slower, and your shoulders are falling, heavier and heavier, loose and limp, even your eyes are telling me you're dropping, right here, right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down.

I can see your eyes blinking, your eyelids starting dropping as you're dropping, right here, right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down.

You're eyelids seem so heavy, you know? I can see that the way they're fluttering. I can tell the way you struggle to keep them open.

But they're just too heavy. Anytime you close your eyes, they become heavier and heavier.

Each and anytime you close your eyes, it's so difficult to open them again.

I know you're dropping, right here, right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down. I know you're dropping because your breath is so slow, so heavy, and your shoulders are falling down, down, so heavy, so much heavy, and your eyelids are so heavy, and your eyes are so sleepy I cant barely see them through your eyelashes, they roll at each and any dmoment you let your eyelids drop, as you're dropping, right here right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down.

And I know, because you're telling me that.

Just listen to yourself saying it. Repeating it.

I'm dropping so deep.

Again and again.

I'm dropping deeper and deeper.

Again.

I'm dropping so deep.

Again.

I'm dropping deeper and deeper.

And as you're dropping, right here, right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down, and your breath is so slow, so heavy, and your shoulders are falling down, down, so heavy, and your eyelids are so heavy, and your eyes are blinking and fluttering and rolling, so heavy, so sleepy, and you're repeating, over and over, I'm dropping so deep, I'm dropping deeper and deeper, I will count down from 5 to 1.

When I reach the number 1 you'll be completely in trance.

5

You're so heavy.

4

You're so sleep.

3.

You're so deep.

2.

Ready to let go.

1.

Heavy and deep.

Heavy and deep.

Heavy and deep.

Now, I want you to take a moment to reply to this post, saying and described how deep you are, how deep you've dropped, how deeply hypnotized you are.

Then, I want you to come back to this script and keep on reading.

Read and focus.

Dropping down, right here, right now, deeper and deeper, all the way down.

Dropping down counting from 5 to 1 with me, repeating after me.

5

I am deeply hypnotized.

4

I am deeply hypnotized.

3

I am deeply hypnotized.

2

I am deeply hypnotized.

1

I am deeply hypnotized.

You're so good.

You're doing so well.

You're so deep.

You're so sleepy.

You're so hypnotized.

You're so good at being deep.

You're so good at being sleepy.

You're so good at being hypnotized.

Just take a moment to enjoy this feeling.

You can remaining heavy and deep as long as you need to.

When you're ready, you'll only have to count up from 1 to 5 and awake.

5

4

3

2

1

Awake.

Take a breath and stretch yourself.

Stay hydrated and take care of you.

See you soon.

[bastetofthesilvermoon]

{ Hypno!Fan Fiction}

{Marvel themed} { Steve Rogers/Captain America} {Stony}

{Hypnotic language}

"It's just a trick." he says "Nothing but a silly trick."

"It is."

Too assertive. Too compliant.

Steve's never assertive. Steve's never compliant.

But Steve is right there, sitting right in front of him.

Looking at him.

It says nothing but few, spilling words.

Dropping them one by one.

Steve's looking at him and Tony finds himself unable to look away from his eyes. From his lips.

It began as a joke about some dumb villains with flashing, spiraling eyes.

Tony said it was bullshit. Steve said it would prove it otherwise.

And now Stark finds himself almost craving for his mouth to drop something. No matter what he'll gonna say.

He's craving for his voice. His tone.

Everything's fuzzy. Blurring.

Steve is the only thing he's able to focus on.

So intense. So focused.

"You're not hypnotizing me." Tony states.

"I am not." Steve answers "I'm just sitting here. Watching you relax all the way down." a little smile on his lips " Watching your body becoming so heavy as you breath in and out. Like now."

Tony is about to reply, he wants to reply - Like, no, Rogers, you can't tell me what to do, but instead of say something, the genius finds himself filling his lungs with a long, long breath and then releasing it, sinking a little further into the chair.

"I know what are you're doing." he whispers, breathing again, in and out, as he blinks to stay focused, to keep staring at Steve - At his oh-so-azul eyes "I know..."

"You can relax even further." the Captain replies in his place "Even deeper. I know you can become more relaxed. More heavy. You're doing so well."

A little gasp from Tony's mouth.

He can't think properly.

He can just stare.

Everything's so heavy. Even his head. Even the feet on the ground, even the breath in his lungs, even the heart inside his chest.

"You can't hypnotize me, Rogers."

"I am not. I'm doing nothing but look as your eyes start to blink more and more, Tony."

That tone, again.

Stark grunts, shacking his head, trying to keep his eyes open - When did they become that damn heavy?

"There's no need to struggle, Tony. There's no need to fight me." Steve tilts his head "I'm not hypnotizing you. I'm just sitting here, watching your eyes becoming heavier and heavier at each blinking. Watching your neck becoming so heavy that it's just impossibile keep your head straight."

Tony's too occupied in looking at Steve through the almost glued eyelids to notice that is chin has touched is chest. When he does, when he struggles to raise his shoulders, that's when Steve's voice coming as an echo through the mush and the fuzzy feeling spiraling in his head.

"You're doing so well, Tony. You're so relax. You're so deep."

"You're--" Stark whimpers "Not hypno--"

"I am not hypnotizing you. You're doing yourself."

"No. You..."

"You're dropping yourself all the way down."

It was...? He can't think properly. He's so warm. There's so much warmth in his veins. In his lungs. In his head.

His head's so empty and filled with Steve's voice, with his words.

"Tell me, Tony, are you relaxed?"

Stark struggles to keep his eyes locked into the Captain's gaze, as the world around fades into a melting pot of colours and noises.

"Yes." he mumbles "I am relaxed."

"Say that again."

"I am relaxed."

"Did you feel yourself going deeper by saying out loud, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Yes. Oh, yes. So relaxing. He feels his shoulders dropping down, his hips slipping on the chair, his knees spreading, all loose and limp, like a rag doll.

"Are you feeling sleepy, Tony?"

"Yes. I am feeling sleepy."

"Say that again."

"I am feeling sleepy."

"Again."

"I am feeling sleepy."

"Again."

"I am feeling sleepy."

Too hard to speak. He's so sleepy and dreaming and so loose so limp his head bubbling his eyes blinking so rapidly.

"Are you deeply hypnotized, Tony?"

A thrill through the spine. So warm. Powerful. Like a liquid, boiling moan.

"Yes. I am deeply hypnotized."

"Say that again."

"I am deeply hypnotized."

"Again, Tony."

"I am deeply hypnotized."

"Again."

"I am deeply hypnotized."

"Again. And count down from five to one before saying it."

"Five. I am deeply hypnotized."

"So deep, Tony."

"Four. I am deeply hypnotized."

"Ready to drop."

"Three. I am deeply hypnotized."

"Ready to sleep."

"Two. I am deeply hypnotized."

"Ready to follow my words. Open to my suggestions."

"One. I am deeply hypnotized."

A snap.

A command.

"Drop."

And Tony just falls into blankness.

[bastetofthesilvermoon]

Hi, there! I'm new here, nice to meet you.

I'm so glad I find you. There's so many people here, it's so noisy, too many voices all mixing and blending and melting together.

I'm so glad I find a spot to just sit ad relax a little bit, having a break, taking a breath, letting the voices and the noises just go away, fading into silence, into nothingness.

Here, take my hand.

Ah, your skin is so cold. Don't worry, just keep your hand in mine. It's okay. It's fine. Just keep your hand in mine and feel the warmth tingling through finger.

Just look at me as we talk. Focusing on me and my word as the warmth spread up through your arm, and your shoulders.

Look at me, focus on me as the warmth go down, and down, filling your lungs.

So calm. So peaceful. So relaxing.

Even the croud, even the voices, any other sound in the backgroung simply fade.

You hear nothing, but your breathing. Steading. Heavy. Each breath heavier and longer.

Heavier.

Warmer.

Just keep your hand in mine.

Just keep your eyes on me.

Focus on your breathing.

In and out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Find your rhytm.

Find yourself becoming so warm. At peace.

Finding yourself wanting to breath more and more, heavier and heavier.

Because the more you breath, the more relax you become. And the more you relax, the more heavier you become.

In fact, you also find yourself blinking more and more.

And that's okay. That's perfectly normal.

When breath in, keep your eyes open.

When you breath out, your eyelids close.

So natural.

So peaceful.

So relaxing.

So heavier.

You're doing so well.

You're so warm.

You're breathing so heavier.

You're so relaxed.

Your eyes are blinking more and more.

The more you blink, the more heavy your eyes become.

Breath in.

Eyes open.

Breath out.

Eyes closed.

Heavier and heavier.

The more you blink, the more difficult is to open your eyes again.

You're so heavy.

You're so relaxed.

You're so deep.

Keep focus on your heaviness. Going deeper as you feel my hand gently rocking your hand.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Feel yourself starting rocking back and forth.

You're body gently swaying back and forth.

Back and forth.

In and out.

Open and close.

Back and forth.

In and out.

Open and close.

Back and forth.

In and out.

Open and close.

You're so relaxed.

You're so heavy.

You're so deep.

Now, I will countdown from 5 to 1.

At each and any number you'll find yourself repeating "I'm deeply hypnotized."

The more you'll say, the more deep you'll fall.

And when I reach the number 1 you'll be in trance, your eyes fluttering, your breathing so heavy, your body rocking back and forth, you're mind so deep.

5

Repeat after me

I am deeply hypnotized

4

I am deeply hypnotized

3

I am deeply hypnotized

2

I am deeply hypnotized

1

I am deeply hypnotized

Drop.

Drop so deep.

Still rocking back and forth at the rhytm of your heavy, heavy breathing.

Your eyes fluttering, so heavy.

You're so good.

You're so deep.

You're so good.

You're so entranced.

Count with me and repeat after me, going deeper and deeper with each and any word.

5

I am deeply hypnotized

4

I am deeply hypnotized

3

I am deeply hypnotized

2

I am deeply hypnotized

1

I am deeply hypnotized

Drop.

Drop deeper and deeper.

Stil rocking back and forth.

Still breathing so heavy.

Still flickering your heavy and sleepy eyes.

You're doing so well.

You are so deep.

Now, I want you to remeber this feeling.

The warmth.

The deepness.

From now on, when you'll read the phrase "Heavy and deep" you'll fall in this state of pure nothingness. Deeper and deeper, easier and easier, heavier and heavier.

"Heavy and deep" and you'll drop, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

Now, it's time to wake.

I'll count up from 1 to 5 and when I'll reach the number 5 you'll gently wake up, refreshed and energized.

1

Slowing stop rocking.

2

Slowing back to your senses.

3

More and more awake

4

Almost there.

5.

Hello again.

So glad we met.

See you soon.