I laid my head on their shoulder and closed my eyes as they hugged mine, gently rocked me, and began their induction.

The words, the motions, the gestures, none of it really did much to assuage the pent-up stress that had been building up this month. I was an anxious wreck and I had thought that an erotic hypnosis session would help with that. Was I wrong? I desperately hoped not.

I think my partner noticed my tension, and started to massage my shoulder as they continued to rock me back and forth. Their affect slowly crossed the threshold from normal conversation into soft hypnotic patter.

I started to breathe more slowly, wearily.

Then, a shock:

“You’re in your office again, aren’t you?”

They were right, metaphorically. My thoughts were still tethered to the constant preparations, calculations, stressors, and unproductive doomscrolling I was doing on company time.

“Yes,” I sighed.

Without another word from my partner, my office immediately appeared in my mind’s eye. The desk. The computer monitor. The sticky notes. The little action figures and doodads that I had propped up years ago and not touched since.

“I’ve never seen your office before. What does it look like?”

My response was softer coming out of my mouth than I was expecting. “Not too much different from anyone else’s office.”

“How so?”

“There’s a computer, there’s office supplies, there’s—”

My voice caught. My partner noticed.

“There’s what?”

I felt a blush across my cheeks. “There’s a Rarity doll.”

“Hm,” I could hear the smirk in my partner’s response. “Why don’t you pick up that doll?”

“Okay…?” I imagined picking up the small pony.

“Now… imagine that it’s dissolving away into sand. Like I’ve snapped my fingers and sent it to oblivion.”

They snapped, and true to their suggestion, Rarity wisped away in a sandy haze.

“It’s okay, she’s not gone,” they reassured. “You remember my hypnotic pendant, yes?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

“The doll is safe in there. I will return her in time. Now imagine the rest of your office succumbing in the same way.”

They snapped again. I felt myself sink into what was once a rough carpet as it dissolved, grain by grain, like a pleasant quicksand.

“You feel it too, don’t you? You’re also dissolving. But it’s a wonderful sensation. You trust me to restore things in time, but now, you can just relax into this sinking feeling, as my words surround and subsume you.”

I felt my surroundings start to blur. I felt my vision start to blur. I felt my thoughts start to blur…

“Now… let’s get you nice and turned on.”