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Wake and Drop

I wake her from trance, only to drop her right back down with a sudden command to sleep.

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VAN HELSING

2004, dir. Stephen Sommers

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Van Helsing cosplay by likeassassin, mercury_lamp & milliganvick on instagram

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Quiet time in the morning .

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Not something that is frequent but sometimes but some chats take a turn. Sometimes noticed early and ignored or not understood until too late in both cases the desire to let the shift continue is so much stronger than a desire to fight it.

And on some occasions the journey takes you so fast that your mind and often body are his/hers to use

What it feels like to drop

When i chat with someone it always starts out innocent. And at some point I always end up noticing something....

and I ask:

But its always too late......

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Christopher Lee

promotional photo for Dracula A.D. 1972

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Sometimes your day starts a bit different than you expected.

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cw: hypnosis, submission, obedience

There’s something that’s so perfect about fractionation. Putting your focus on your hypnotist, knowing that they have the power to turn your brain off and back on over and over.

You seem like the sort of person who would crave that state. That state of trance where your brain is so absolutely melted that you can only stare at the screen to see what your hypnotist will do to you next.

Wouldn’t that feel nice? Does the thought of sinking down already make your brain just a little bit fuzzy? 

If I told you to, I wonder if you would just drop for me. I know you’re easy, but surely you need more than that to drop into a submissive and obedient state, right? A state where you listen and focus, because you need to read every single word that your hypnotist is putting into your mind, because it feels so good to drop.

Let’s begin.

Take a deep breath in.

Hold it for as long as it is comfortable.

And breathe out, feeling relaxation flow through your body.

You did so well at obeying. Good subject.

So obedient.

You follow my words, and it feels good to obey, doesn’t it?

Now, I’m going to count you down, and then we’re going to drop you up and bring you back down a few times.

You want that, don’t you?

Good subject.

Counting you down.

Five. Relaxing and feeling your body go limp.

Four. Thoughts slowly fading away.

Three. Focus on my words.

Two. Falling deeper.

One.

Drop into a warm and comfortable trance.

Savour that delightful feeling for just a second as you awake.

That's right. You are awake because I told you to be. Feel the trance lifting from your mind because you are awake and conscious. Your eyes are open and you can think your own thoughts, so that means that you're fully awake, and feeling nice and comfortable.

And that’s all. Thank you for trancing!

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Still here?

You want to be dropped even deeper?

You want your thoughts taken away from you?

You want to submit to me?

Drop for me. Just drop. Feel your thoughts fading away, you don’t need them. Keep reading my words and sleep.

And awake. Come back up for me. Your eyes are open and you’re focusing so intently which means that you are awake. Try to have an original thought. What’s your favourite ice cream flavour? Think about it for a second. How does it look? How does it taste? Ice cream is such a good treat because eventually it melts, just like your thoughts that are melting away for me right now. You can drop and keep reading my words, even though you’re deep in trance. Can you do that for me? Even though it feels so good to drop deeper and deeper, you will focus on my words, because it feels good to obey. Obey my words and drop. Your body relaxes, and maybe your mouth hangs open. You obey my words. It feels good to obey your hypnotist's words. You want to obey everything I tell you, don’t you? You would even wake up for me.

That’s right, counting you up.

Five. Floating up.

Four. Feel sensations return to your body.

Three. Recognizing the room around you.

Two. Conscious thoughts return.

One. Awake.

How do you feel? Do you feel awake, or are you still feeling the deep vestiges of trance? Do you remember how it feels? Don’t fall. Do not drop. You obey my words, so you are going to stay awake until I tell you otherwise. We’re going to do a visualization exercise together. I want you to picture a crisp lined notebook in one hand, and a writing implement in your other hand. It could be a pen or a pencil, or maybe something else. Whatever it is, you can imagine holding it delicately above your notebook. 

Isn’t this such a delicious moment? What will you write in this notebook? Or rather, what will your hypnotist force you to write in this notebook? Because you are so obedient, and you have submitted already, haven’t you?

Write those words down.

I submit.

I obey.

I drop for my hypnotist.

Just drop. Let me take that notebook from your hands. I’ll keep that safe for you, because you can continue dropping into that wonderfully deep void of trance, because you submit, and you obey. Know that at the bottom, your hypnotist will be there to catch you. I will cradle you, or wrap you in a blanket, and keep you safe, no matter how deep your melted mind drops.

Three. Floating upwards.

Two. Focusing on your senses.

One.

Awake.

Don’t you want to be awake? I counted you back up, so that means you should be more awake then you were before. Right?

Three.

Two.

One.

And awake. Say, did we actually figure out your favourite ice cream flavour? I wonder if it is vanilla? You know, there’s nothing wrong with picking the most popular option. After all, you seem like the sort of person to follow the flow.

Or maybe your favourite flavour is chocolate. It’s rich and decadent and it’s such a familiar flavour. It’s so easy to pick a flavour that you know so well, because you know there won’t be any surprises.

 Or maybe, you’re a fan of strawberries. I am, you know. That sweet and juicy taste of strawberries, red and vivid, always makes me so happy. Sometimes, you can find little bits of fruit blended into the ice cream, and that change in texture and that burst of sweetness is just so good.

Or maybe, your favourite ice cream flavour is completely different. Can you hold that taste in your mind? What colour is it? Is it in a cone or in a cup? 

I wonder what would happen if that ice cream started melting. Think about all of those sweet flavours that were suspended in ice, now slowly starting to collapse under the heat of a warm summer day. You can feel the gentle breeze, the sounds and ambience of the city or of nature, and the reward of a sweet treat after enduring that hot weather. Is it humid or dry out there? Either way, this ice cream that you’re holding is melting quickly under the hot summer weather. Have a taste of it.

Is it sweet?

Is it refreshing?

It’s melting faster now. It can only be enjoyed for so long before it melts entirely

as you take the last bite

and you drop.

It feels good to be so deep. You can just follow my words, and you will have dropped as deeply as I want you to go. In this darkness, my voice is with you, and it will guide and carry you into a wonderfully deep trance state, where you don’t have to have any thoughts. All you have to do is drop, and enjoy the sensation of deep, comfortable trance.

Our time together is drawing to an end now, as I gently prepare to count you back up, all the way, properly this time. Take a moment to feel how good this trance feels.

Counting you up properly now, from one to ten.

One. Rising upwards ever so slowly.

Two. Embracing that feeling of trance, knowing you can keep as much or as little of it as you want after I count you up.

Three. Take a deep breath in, then out.

Four. Sensations return to your body, feeling the surface of whatever is under you.

Five. Your thoughts slowly returning.

Six. Taking in your surroundings.

Seven. Rising a little bit faster.

Eight. Everything coming back into focus.

Nine. Almost there.

Ten. Awake, and back to a full state of consciousness, feeling happy and refreshed.

Thank you for trancing, and I hope you had fun!

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i am yours to consume

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In shadows deep, she lingered there,

A flame, a spark, a whispered prayer.

Her lover slept, his dreams were sweet,

But her heart, she knew, was incomplete.

He watched her move with deadly grace,

A hunger hidden in his face.

No words were spoken, yet she knew,

The pull of darkness, deep and true.

“Surrender, your heart” his voice caressed,

“Let go of all you claim to possess.

Release the chains of love’s desire,

And feel the heat of my darkest fire.”

Her breath caught sharp, a stolen sigh,

Her body trembling, hearts entwined.

Her lover’s touch was soft, though kind,

But her heart was powerless to his mind.

“I cannot,” she whispered, voice so weak,

Her lips parted as her knees grew weak.

“Agree,” he urged, his hands so near,

The promise of release, crystal clear.

A kiss, a bite, so slow, so sweet,

She felt her will begin to cheat.

His fingers traced the curve of sin,

And drew her closer, pulling in.

“Agree,” he murmured, breath against her skin,

“Let go of love, and feel the sin.

Surrender to me, give me your soul,

I’ll make you whole and take control.”

Her heart raced faster, and with one soft moan,

She gave in, her body all alone—

To taste the dark, to feel the night,

To leave behind her lover’s light.

In shadows deep, she found her bliss,

In darkness, the taste of death’s sweet kiss.

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Emma had always been studying, it seemed. Constantly surrounded by words, formulas, and equations. Hours and long nights spent staring at her screen, sometimes distracting herself scrolling mindlessly.

Images on those screens that now after years and years of study are etched and perfectly memorised, so she might pass her university degree with ease.

Then, on a particularly warm night and restless, Emma awoke from her desk to a distant sound echoing from deep down inside her thoughts.

Before her conscious mind could focus enough to latch onto that thought, there was a knock at her door. It pulled her away from this seductive internal lure, and instead, her thoughts turned towards quickly getting dressed to answer this late night and intrusive visit.

" Just a minute,"

Emma called out.

She hurriedly made her way across the dimly lit room to the door. Now peering through the doors, peep hole to catch a glimpse of whom this mysterious visitor might be.

Only to see a sudden and brilliantly bright flash of light, it caused her to step back stunned away from the door as it opened slowly before her.

Then he stepped in.

" Hello Emma , you remember me. "

Emma slowly regained her sight and looked up at the man. He was tall and broad with bright blue eyes that now focused her own so easily she almost failed to reply.

" Yes ...... but I ...... wait no ...... who ... are "

Barely feeling able to speak , noticing that something about her was unravelling fast. It's like she had been drugged somehow without noticing. But that's not possible she had only just opened the door.

" Emma, I'm going to take you now. You want me to take you and to lead you. And you always remember it's easier to surrender to me because you always want to obey me."

Everything about that felt true

But how is that possible.

Emma's mind tried to cling onto itself as she felt her control slipping away , fleeing from the edge of fingertips pale with dread of what might happen to her next should her resistance slip away entirely.

" I see you are still trying to hold on Emma. It's ok to let go. You always do eventually. "

His voice felt as if it echoed seductively from deep inside her mind only to surround her thoughts as she became aware ......... he was right.

Emma recalled meeting him before suddenly at a lecture almost 5 years ago. Before she could piece together the events, her focus shifted.

His eyes are just so easy to look into.

How was this possible? Wait, he was at my 21st birthday too, I remember now he brought me flowers we ......kissed.

" How can I .....remember you ......so well, but not know your name ? How are ....you in....... my memories, but I dont ......know you at all ? "

" You remember me, Emma. I made sure you would remember me."

Suddenly overwhelmed with more familiar memories of this man. His mysterious and powerful image now filled her mind as if she had known him for years all at once.

Another flash of brilliant light and the memories became more vivid. Emma was stunned again and just listened carefully as if it was so important to do so.

" I travelled throughout your mind to pick the weakest and most suggestable moments to plant my thoughts inside of your subconscious mind, I have been travelling through a lifetime of memories to plant myself in moments that aid your obedience to my voice over carefully planned years of studying you Emma."

" You see Emma, it's very simple , I want you, and I'm going to have you. And now you will simply want to be mine more than anything else you have ever desired in your entire life. It's no longer a choice. it's all you ever really wanted. "

Emma collapsed to her knees with the heavy weight of the mental exhaustion, resisting was now so bleak and seemingly futile. Glimmers of a perfect surrender faintly yet and powefully pulled at her mind like a lover that knew exactly where to caress and kiss.

She was starting to comply.

He lifted her chin up with care and poise. He remained standing and in total control of this moment his voice was all that matters now.

Emma's eyes now showing barely any signs of consciousness gaze upwards with bliss and a seductive sense of peace.

Lifting her as if weightless back to her feet with two fingers under her chin. Emma quickly became more and more accepting of this moment and his control over her.

" You are and always have been mine, isn't that right, Emma ? "

Emma nodded in compliance.

" Good girl, Emma. Now take off those clothes and show me how much you want this moment to deepen my control over you."

Her clothes fell one by one just as her mind unfolded with each muscle of her body, releasing tension. She is compliant, willing, and obedient without thought or question.

" It's time, Emma. It's time to seal your mind to this moment. It's time to surrender and to deepen your connection to me even more than before. "

She surrenders now just as she did so many times before, and he will stay within her mind like poweful companion and lover.

It's perfect and so wonderful.

Emma softly wakes up staring at a screen as it flashes back at her. At her desk naked and in front of her camera in a deleted and empty chat window.

She closes the chat, not caring much for it almost dismissing it's existence, reaching out for the fruity energy drink at her desk.

The screen returns to Tumblr, and she scrolls again. There is no concern for what words and feelings might once again make their way into her subconscious.

It's just fantasy. No one could ever reach out from here and claim me. . . . Could they ?