The deepest trance evades you.

You know the one you want. The one you dream of in your secret heart.

That trance. The trance.

The trance so deep and powerful your will is swept away…and your memory wiped clean.

I know you seek it…online and off…You find so many promise it…but so few deliver even a shadow of what you seek.

This note is not that trance. You’re too clever…too knowledgeable…too experienced. Your defenses are too strong.

It will not drop your mind into the deepest sleep. It will not erase your free will. It will not program you with powerful suggestions that will alter your mind and your behavior.

Because your mind resists.

It resists the deep release you know you desire. Your mind fights back, catching a word misplaced…a tone off key…finding any reason to stay tightly controlled. You know that part of your mind too well. It focuses your attention on anything but submission. It is the way your mind uses small distractions to keep alert. It prevents the real trance from coming.

Which is why this is not that trance.

If the trance that changed your life came to you…If you could experience the release you want…if you could lose will and memory and be controlled utterly by another, you would read this with different eyes. You would read it with the eyes of another girl, who could achieve the deepest trance…deeper than your imagining.

The girl who could experience what you want would start to see the deeper and deeper messages in the text. She would know that the evocation of her deepest desires had started moving her into a trance from the first second she started reading.

She would stare intently at each sentence, letting the full meaning become clear to her inner mind. She would feel the world around her begin to recede. She would notice her attention becoming more and more intently focused on the flow and rhythm of each sentence, thinking of the way priests and witches worshipped different gods but both called them with song and ritual.

She would feel a warm flush of embarrassment mingle with desire as she read on and on. This girl would feel as if she were walking forward into a sweet, submissive place, guided by a strong hand and a strong mind. She would feel the girlish excitement of being the very center of a powerful force of attention and desire.

It would surprise her as she read on, that despite her knowledge of classical hypnosis and of the tricky words that slip past any defenses, she found herself feeling carried forward on the strength of his words. Her memory of how she could resist would be dimmed in her mind.

She might strive for a moment to remember how it was that she held off so many hypnotic approaches…how she resisted in the past as the carefully crafted words tried to enter her mind, but the power of his language would be like a flowing tide, sweeping past all of her defenses.

She would feel the way her body started relaxing as her mind became more intently focused on each word. She would know the words he chose were perfectly designed to select and eliminate her defenses forever…and she would feel resistance vanish like a soap bubble bursting, never to return.

That girl would see the screen and each word on it as a channel…as a direct, powerful signal to her deepest soul. She would feel the way she breathed as she read each sentence…deep breaths in…slow breaths out…deep breaths in…slow breaths out…deep breaths in…slow breaths out. Her breathing would deepen and slow, leaving her body limps and deliciously heavy.

She would know that her fantasies and desires were laid bare to the author of these words…these powerful, penetrating words. She would know that nothing in her mind was secret, nothing of her fantasies and fetishes was unknown.

And she would continue reading, as her body drifted, disconnected and limp from her conscious mind. Her eyes would stay locked on the screen, locked in place to keep the power of that channel of warm pleasure flowing into her mind.

As her eyes moved back and forth across the page she would realize that her entire body was profoundly relaxed…loose…limp…that the slow, deep breaths brought her to a state of irresistible relaxation. She would desire and crave that feeling of deep physical comfort…a tiny part of her mind would realize how powerfully addictive this feeling has already become.

She would realize that instead of being difficult to hypnotize and control, she was in fact one of the easiest subjects possible. She would know how even the simplest suggestions and the briefest inductions could plunge her into an obedient trance.

As she read on, drawn deeper and deeper into the words before her, she would realize that her memories of her best trances were right there for her to recall in perfect clarity and intensity. She would relive the most arousing moments of being taken, being controlled, even the times she was tricked into a trance by a powerfully phrased sentence that surprised her how she could slip down now so quickly and so deeply.

She would feel these memories as a powerful, brilliantly painted picture in her mind. She would imagine the sight of her beautiful face, smooth and relaxed in deep hypnotic control. She would feel these memories condense into a single, powerful feeling of deep obedience.

And as she distilled these memories of each of her most wonderful trances she would feel them merge with her most intense fantasies about being taken against her will…about being hypnotized by a man who uses her mind and body as a plaything for his evil desires. She would know him in deepest secret mind…know his powerful words and dark desires would combine to use her as he chose.

Her mind had underestimated his cleverness and his guile. She would feel his presence in the words she read but be helpless to resist them…helpless to fight them…helpless against the sudden desire to obey him without thought or question.

She would imagine his voice, whispering in a low, persuasive rumble in her ear, counting backwards…she would imagine the warmth of his breath against her neck as he said, “With each number I count back from five to one, your mind will fall twice as deep into a state of obedience and pleasure…5…4…3…2…1” Sleep…deep, powerful sleep forcing out the last shred of her control would sweep over her.

She would know that he would take her mind from her when and how he desired. She would feel what he desired her to feel…speak as he desired her to speak…dress as he desired her to dress. She knew he would use her body and mind as he chose, each and every day. She would know she has no choice but to obey.

She would experience the powerful words he used on her burning deeply into her mind, etching new pathways of understanding and reprogramming her thinking at last. She would feel every suggestion in this letter growing more and more powerful with each word.

Her body and mind would be carried so deep into trance that she would feel the power of her Master’s will, knowing that she existed to please him and serve him, body and mind utterly his to command. Body and mind, she would be taken by his spell.

“Perfect sweet submission” would become three words she both craved and feared to hear. She would know that when she heard or saw those words she would feel her conscious mind become as calm and receptive as she slips into and instant trance. She would feel the inevitable and powerful feeling of utter obedience growing in her at the sight and sound of those words.

The sound and sight of “Perfect Sweet Submission” would be as powerful and inevitable a trigger as she had ever imagined. She would know that in the state of “Perfect Sweet Submission” she would obey deeply and instantly, helpless and mindless to her Master’s commands. When in the state of “Perfect Sweet Submission” she would have no conscious memory of his commands or his use of her body and mind unless he permitted it.

She would feel the power of her programming reinforced each time she touched herself, knowing that when she masturbated she would whisper “Fletcher Makes Me Cum” twenty-five times before being granted a powerful, overwhelming orgasm. She would find that when asked what arouses her, either online or off, she would answer “Fletcher Makes Me Cum” and feel her pussy swell with arousal.

There would be nothing she could do to limit or control this trigger. She would be helpless against the deep command of whispering “Fletcher Makes Me Cum” twenty-five times before each orgasm. She would feel this command searing into her mind, marking her orgasms as his to command and control.

She would find herself tightening the muscles in her pussy hundreds of times each day, silently saying “This is for Fletcher” over and over again, knowing she was training both her body and mind for his pleasure. Each squeeze will be joined by the thought “This is for Fletcher” as her pussy became more and more trained for his use and pleasure.

The compulsion to mark herself for him would extend further. Her mind and mouth would desire to please him by wearing lipstick constantly. Her addiction to lipstick would grow and strengthen each time she read this letter. She would feel a powerful pleasure each and every time she painted her mouth with the dark rich colors her Master desired.

She would feel the compulsion to read this letter each day. She would feel the desire to read it grow and grow until she saw the familiar words and phrases drawing her deeply down into trance. Each day she read this letter she would feel the delicious feeling of perfect sweet submission becoming more and more powerfully addictive and compelling.

Each and every time she completed this letter she would unconsciously slip into a trance and report either by phone or email to her Master that she had again shown her obedience to him and once again read his powerful words.