Hypnopum

Frozen

Added 2021-01-04 16:42:24 +0000 UTC

A piece about being turned into a statue by post hypnotic suggestion, I've written about it before, but I do love it quite a lot.

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With a snap of their fingers, you freeze. Body turned to stone. Your hypnotist laughs, knowing the hot flush of embarrassment that this vulnerability brings.

You can feel their fingers tracing you, slipping under your clothes. Feeling every inch of you.

For now, you are just their statue. Their object to examine.

And they will examine you. Thoroughly. Carefully. Every delicate part of you. If you could you’d squirm, at their fingers delicately, but deliberately, touching the parts of you that bring pleasure.

But you can’t. You can’t move a muscle. And it feels so good. Even as they lean forwards, whisper into your ear the words that turn your mind to mush, you can feel how right it is, to be their statue. An object for them to admire.

But as your mind turns off, you stop being very aware of the predicament, instead lost in the pleasure of a soft mind, lost in the joys of thoughtlessness.

And when you come back up, naked, frozen in place in a very vulnerable position, it just makes you more excited.