Little Voice
by BluRider
His voice was so soft that it made Shelby shudder. His smooth, sibilant speech was that of a professional at work. Though he was telling her to close her eyes, she wouldn’t do it. Not quite yet.
You may find that your eyes are beginning to close...
Her tiny form settled deeper with a sigh into the leather of the couch, but her eyes remained glued on her hands. Held out before her, palms together, they had hung like marionette-limbs for a minute now. They weren’t sore, she wasn’t feeling them at all, but they were twitching. For a moment, just a moment, she could force the palms apart. They parted slowly, drawn together, snapping shut again as soon as she gave up.
Your palms are pulled together like powerful magnets, and the magnets get stronger with every breath that you take...
He hated it when she resisted his instructions. She could almost see the bead of sweat on his temple, the raised eyebrow and the exasperated expression, as though she were looking back at the easy-chair behind her. The child knew these things well, by now. She’d seen them ever since he’d first explained hypnosis, just about two years ago.
You should relax, Shelby. Breathe deeply in and out, and sleep…
“It is nothing to be afraid of,” he had said, as the eight-year-old Shelby’s eyes had widened at the word. Her parents had insisted that she see him, but they hadn’t thought to tell her what he’d do.
Concentrating, Shelby. Don’t try to fight it, just relax...
“Hyp- hypnosis?” she had stammered. “I… I don’ t think I can do that,” she had said. What did her parents want him to do to her? What did she want from him? Not this!
As I count backwards from ten, you will feel your thoughts slowing down, your anxieties lifting...
“You may not realise it, Shelby, but hypnosis is a natural state. It’s where you go when you’re watching television, or reading a book. It will help you to imagine, and it will help you to overcome the problems that you don’t think you can change.” He had said it in an unexcited tone. So plainly.
Feel how nice it is to let it all go. Let it all go, Shelby. Take a deep breath…
He had overcome her initial resistance, of course. He was trained to. To an eight-year-old, his words held fire and magic. He could cure all her problems, just like that. Snap his fingers. She just had to look into his eyes. She just had to see him every week.
Ten… Nine… Eight... Feeling so relaxed now, breathing deeply...
She’d talked during his count the first time. Her wide, expressive eyes a picture of young innocence. They fought and fluttered to stay open, she to speak.
Seven… Six… Five... It’s okay if you are feeling sleepy. Don’t worry if you can’t help falling into trance…
A sleepy yawn escaped her rosy lips. Pillowed by her curls, her head lay back. Her half-closed eyes had fixed on his, that first time, free of guile. “I’ll be your slave forever, won’t I?” she had said. Her hands lay palms-up by her sides, resigned to this. He’d reeled back in pure surprise before her eyes, but she had closed them. She murmured softly as the count took her away.
Four… Three… Two… You hear only my voice… You trust my voice completely… You obey…
However slow her thoughts, that made her shudder. She had always fought the feeling to the last. She savoured the induction. Where once she had resisted out of fear, two years she had resisted just to feel… release? Perhaps. She wasn’t sure.
One… Zero… You’re completely in my thrall… You must obey…
She’d forced him to change the last few phrases, indirectly, over time. To make them every session slightly stronger. She relished the feeling of overcoming an induction, only to succomb in sweet surrender as the final count grew louder, harder, different. More extreme.
So quiet now… So asleep, enslaved, obedient…
Her own reticence week after week, her reluctance to enter the hypnotic state, had forced him to use stronger methods every week. By now, two years into her therapy, only the most forceful, indirect, outrageous methods even worked. She knew them all; he had to trick her into sleep. And yet, he retained his confidence each week. She was his most particular customer, but he always started counting at some point. It was when he knew he had her, that he counted. Always slowly, down from ten, and she would wonder whether this time she’d resist, or what had told him she was ready. When he reached Zero she could not help but obey his commands. Every week.
You feel yourself sinking. Floating slowly down deeper into a comfortable velvety sea. As you go down, I want you to feel your will dissolving. Your resistance and your fear are worn away.
But it was not enough. If he didn’t stay focused and keep her concentration, she would wake up halfway through and close off her mind. She’d believed he was enslaving her at first, and she’d put up barriers to stop him. But every session she just watched them melt away, and loved the feeling it gave her.
As you fall deeper, deeper, deeper… as you drop slowly out of sight and go to sleep… watch your free will dissolve and weaken, then when it is all gone say this to me: “Yes, Master.”
When she was younger she had believed hypnosis to be this: enslavement, blind obedience. If he seemed to deviate from that image, her resistance would increase and she would stir in confusion. Eventually he had decided to take advantage of her active imagination, and began to suggest just that. She drank it up. There was something intoxicating about the feeling she had when she knew she was in a hypnotist’s office, she could think and was herself… but she was helplessly obedient, and every word he said became the truth.
And when you hear the words you’ll know it to be gone. Your free will, vanished, overcome by me. You will obey. Whatever I may ask you then to do or say or think, you will obey.
She would hesitate a long time, then. A beautiful blonde child upon a couch, she’d look asleep for almost a minute. Her eyes would always snap open from sheer shock when the words came. “Yes, Master.” Eventually, they always came.
You are my slave, young Shelby. I’m your Master.
“Yes, Master,” she would say, as always. She had obeyed him, from the start, she’d asked for this. She was his slave.
Will you obey any command I give you, without question?
It came again, no hesitation now: “Yes, Master.”
Have you set aside all your free will, in all your mind?
She felt a thrill, so deep was she, obedient. It always made her squirm to go this deep. All her resistance peeled away. The sensuous layers, slowly, like an onion. He was a professional, a hunter of her elusive, sprightly will, and so he always got his prey. “Yes, Master.”
Shelby, your mind is open, unprotected, naked before me.
She felt a blush run to her cheeks. Her mind was naked. What a peculiar choice of words. They held a thrill.
Your mind and all your body, they obey me. Take your clothes off, and lay naked for your Lord.
There was a thrill, and then her heartbeat speeded. “Yes, Master.” What was this? A new command? He wanted her to, what?
Your mind is naked only when your body is. Your clothes are walls that close your self inside. Take off your clothes, to set your spirit free.
Her mind was naked… so too should her body be. Her skin rejected its gilded fabric cage. She did not remember this… but it made sense…
Open your eyes… Still deep asleep… Obey me…
The room was bright around her, stinging her dazzled blue eyes. The ten-year-old drew her hands up above her, and then began to unlace the sundress down her back as she sat up. Was this a necessary step? Had she forgotten? She had to obey him, of course, so he could help her get better. “Yes, Master.”
Stand on your feet… Take it all off… Do as I say…
He was the Master now, her free will gone. It had to be this way, or she’d resist. That would be bad. He’d help her now, if she did as he commanded. Her hands walked down her back, unlacing as they went. “Yes, Master.”
Good, drop it to the ground, and all your underwear. Then lay your glorious naked body down before me, my young slave.
She wanted to resist, all of a sudden. Her ‘glorious naked body’, what was professional about that? A chill ran up her spine as he commanded, and her hands took off the dress and dropped it to the ground. Her bra was next, a flutter and it landed. Her eyes opening in panic she then pulled her panties down. “Y-yes… Master.” She obeyed.
That’s good, my kitten, very pretty… now lie before your master, very still.
She lay down, then, her eyes still wide with panic. What was this he was saying? Was it right? This part was never in her memory… She tried to stop, to shudder. There was naught. “Y-yes, m-Master.”
Don’t move, my dear. My touch causes you pleasure. You obey me.
She lay still. His hands ran down her body, oh so cold. She twitched and stared. Her mouth shook in the throes of trying to speak. “Yess… Oh… Master…” The pleasure of his touch was exquisite. She had never felt anything like it before.
Yes… Extreme pleasure…
Her whole body shuddered as she gasped. His hands traced both her nipples, and she bit her lip. “Mmm… mmm! Yes! Mas-… Master…” A spasm rocked her body as he touched between her legs. She arched her back and gasped and squirmed beneath his touch, her pleasure-button putty in his hands.
You have the most delicious ice-cream in the world between your breasts…
She felt it there, his body straddling hers… she looked ahead, and saw its glistening shaft: an icy popsicle, so chill against her skin. She moaned with pleasure. “Y-Y… Yes!”
It makes you so happy just to suck it up and down… Just suck it all ‘til it explodes inside your mouth, and you’ll experience every pleasure all at once.
Her ragged breath gasped out and in as she was shifted back and forth, her mouth felt cold as all the ice-cream thrust inside and out between her heaving little breasts. She squealed with joy, all as her mind was screaming. She could form no words at all between the thrusts. And then, all of a sudden, it exploded. Hot lightning. In her mouth. Her vision blinded. Pleasure. Pleasure all over her body. When she could think again her whole form was arched upwards, shuddering back down into the soft couch. Her breath came ragged. She choked down and swallowed something warm, and shook again. The pleasure came all over. Her eyes opened, seeking the delicious ice cream popsicle once again. She ached to suck it.
So good, so obedient, so perfect and pleasurable and safe.
She felt dazed. She nodded dumbly. “Yes Masterrr…”
When you wake up, you will want nothing more strongly than to feel this way again. And when I next count down from ten you can’t resist me. You will become ten times more deeply my slave than you are now.
She suddenly realised where she was. She lay totally and blissfully naked, unmoving, covered in white gunk upon his couch. She would obey him. Everything he said, she would now do. And next time he enslaved her, she would have ten times less chance of breaking free. “H… how… many… times…” she slowly whispered. Her eyes as wide as saucers, going glassy.
You are already beginning to forget. The more you try to remember, the more securely you will forget everything that happened while you slept. You feel healthier and nicer and more proud than ever before. You’re overcoming your problems, and you are making great progress. You will continue to feel good, if you keep coming to me every week.
She wouldn’t forget. Of course she wouldn’t… she was naked, she was sweating, she was unable to resist… how could she forget…
Go clean yourself off, there at my sink, and put your lovely clothes back on. Every second that passes, you obey me ever more deeply. Every second that passes, there is more that you forget.
She got up from the couch completely naked, every whisper of a breeze played on her skin and made her think… of what… she wasn’t sure. Her face, she washed now, looking in the mirror at a naked, doting slave. The slave looked dazed, and swayed so gently, as if rocking herself to sleep… She would forget… She walked away… What a strange girl…
As your clothes are put back on, you forget all the rest… It all escapes you and it won’t come back… With every time you try remember anything, it just becomes much harder to recall…
She laced up her sundress slowly, gently pausing now and then. As the memory flowed out, she got more dizzy.
When I snap my fingers, you’ll wake up… Feeling refreshed, awake, happy and perfect in every way…
He raised his fingers, as she swayed in place and laced up, slowly getting back into her dress. Her eyes met his that briefest moment. Still a child’s eyes, still so pure and free of guile.
Three… Two… One…
“I’ll be your slave forever, won’t I?” she softly breathed.
Yes, my pet… You will.
And… Snap!