Small Trances

Will She?

by C. H.

Tags: #D/s #dom:female #dom:male #f/f #pov:bottom #sub:female #consensual_non-consent #f/m #hypnosis #hypnotic_language #hypnotized #microfiction #mind_control #mindbreak #pov:top #sub:male

Welcome! This is a series of self-contained hypnosis scenes. They have little to no plot, but in each of them someone surrenders.

Specific content warnings will be found at the start of each story. For this one: fractionation, patronizing, consensual non-consent, consensual misoginy play.

“I love the way you look when I’ve taken you deep. Look at how you drool! You’ve stained your blouse, you silly girl.”

“Aaa,” I say, and smile. I’m standing, but I’m also rocking back and forth. I can only think a little, and I’m thinking that my face must have a really stupid, vacant expression. I also love how I look now!

“Are you happy being my silly hypnotized slut?”

“Aaaaa,” I say. I’m sure Master understands. Aside from what I can say, I’m really drooling. It’s so good to feel the saliva flowing down my chin and then falling further down, just like my mind—

“Good. Now up, up, up, awake!”

“Huh?,” I say. Suddenly I’m not rocking anymore. I don’t feel stupid or vacant anymore. I’m an adult woman, a rational, educated person, and my clothes are wet. “What…?”

“I’m fractionating you. Fractionation is the procedure whereby I rapidly take you in and out of trance, in order to increase its depth. Drop.”

“Aaaaa,” I say. I obey. I was already obeying a second ago. I start rocking again. Again I’m happy being what I am: a mindless, pliable whore for Master. I will start drooling again, any second now—

“Up, up, up, awake!”

“Hey!,” I complain. I’m not sure why. Because of what he’s doing, yes. But do I want him to stop, or do I want him to—



This is what I’ve always wanted. I’m happy, empty again. I don’t want Master to stop. I want Master to go on forever! “Aaa,” I say, trying to explain myself to him.

“Up, up, up, awake!”

“No!,” I say. “No, no, wait.” We’re in a corridor in the building where I work, near the staircase. He made me come here from my office. My shift hasn’t ended! I should be working—


“Aaaaa…,” I say. Fractionation works. Each time I go down I go deeper. I feel my entire body is going to collapse and fall. I’m more mindless, more stupid, more…

“Listen well, now. Are you listening? You can speak like a human being. In fact, the clearer you speak, the deeper you go. Speak.”

“Yes, Master,” I reply. I love my trance voice. It doesn’t have any strength, any will. Neither do I.

“Good. Now, when I command you to, you will go to that door behind you. You will open it and return to your office space. Then you will go to your boss, and you will quit your job, right then and there. And then you’ll come back and leave with me. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“It’s what you want, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You want to be always like you are now. My slut. My whore. Not an independent human. Right?”

“Yes, Master,” I say again, and I mean it. When I quit I’ll come back here and my Master will take me with him. I will be forever his. I will have no other life than serving him, obeying him.

“Go,” my Master commands.

I start walking towards the door. I’m swaying a little. My trance makes me sway. My obedience makes me sway. I take one, two, three clumsy steps. Maybe I look a little drunk. It would be good. It would make my quitting even more final. More humiliating.

At the same time, I still can think a little, and that small part of me is screaming. It wants me to stop. I won’t stop, but it wants me to. It is afraid. It thinks I’m really going to go through with my Master’s orders. And I am. It thinks that my Master should stop me. He should stop me from getting to the door. Maybe he will. Maybe he’ll stop me. Maybe he won’t let me take that final step and destroy my other life. The life I have without my Master…

Stop her now, screams that terrified, little thinking part of me. I take another step. Please! Stop her! But I don’t want to stop. I’m not stopping. I go on, one step, another step. If you don’t stop her now—

“Keep going,” my Master commands, behind me, and I smile, I show my stupid, slutty smile to no one, to the whole world, and raise my arm to grab the door’s handle.

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