Resistance HypNovember Day 13
by Annalise de Fere
My eyelids fluttered, and I struggled to prop them open again.
“Not yet, silly.”
“Yes Sire.”
“Dawww, so obedient already.”
“Thrall loves to… I mean, I’m resisting! Yeah!”
He chuckled. “Of course you are. Because I said you can’t give in… yet.”
“Because I can resist!”
“Of course you can. Of course. You wouldn’t feel yourself getting pulled down, slowly but inexorably, if I started counting down from 10, now, would you?”
I whimpered. “Nope. Definitely not.”
“So you don’t feel yourself slipping a little when I say ‘9’, is that right?”
“That’s right.” I asserted, but I slurred a teeny bit.
“Thaaaaat’s right.” He purred, and the sound went through me like a warm wave. “And you feel even better at 8, I’m sure.”
“Sure.”
“But still resisting.”
“Yeah!”
“So then if I said 7, your eyes wouldn’t have trouble keeping from closing, then?”
“N-no.” They felt awfully heavy, but I resolutely struggled on.
“And six wouldn’t pull those eyelids down.”
“Noooo.” They were slits, but they were open.
“And at 5, still awake.”
“Mmm.”
“And 4.”
“Mhm.”
“3”
I couldn’t muster enough will to reply, so I just nodded.
“2”
Nod nod.
“2”
Whimper whine!
“Oh, ok, you poor thing. You can let go now. 1, drop.”
And I fell into bliss.