Ready
Added 2021-11-12 17:40:55 +0000 UTCConditioned responses are funny things. You experience a thing enough times, and then context is enough to get you to begin to feel it.
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The tap of your hypnotist’s shoes on the floor in the distance made you focus, pulling you out of your daydream. The sound drowned out all other thoughts. You dropped to your knees, and as you did, you noticed your body preparing for their presence.
Their shoes were louder now. As they came closer, you could feel yourself relax into your position on the floor. Your arms grew slightly heavy, your legs felt like they were stuck to the floor. It was a good feeling. Knowing what was coming, the pleasure, the submission.
Your conditioned responses continued, as your felt a light, hazy trance settle across your mind. The soft, warm feelings that pulled at your consciousness, at your mind, dragging you down. This was how it was, this time, every week. They would arrive to find you dropping.
The door opened, and they were finally with you. Your mind was barely there. Your eyes looked up, meeting theirs. They were smiling down at you. One hand traced your cheek, before pulling back. “All ready for me.” They said. “Such a good pet.”
