Penelope's Visit to Hypno Dentistry
Penelope Goes Deeper
by GlassO
It all felt quite natural to Penelope.
Focusing and following instructions.
No.
Not following instructions.
Focusing and following instructions.
No.
Not following instructions.
Obeying.
Following instructions...that was something you did when you were making Mac n’ Cheese...after you fished the box out of the trash because you thought you remembered what you were doing.
No...this was something different. This was obedience. And it felt good. Though puzzling.
No...this was something different. This was obedience. And it felt good. Though puzzling.
How was Penelope having these thoughts? Why was her mind not quiet? Why was she so aware that she was feeling relaxed and languid? How could she process how focused she was on Dr. Grant’s voice, but unable to process the softer, quieter voices she could hear but not understand? Wasn’t the presence of her own thoughts evidence that she wasn’t focused? But maybe that part of her mind wasn’t the part that was supposed to focus. Maybe the voice was speaking to someplace else.
She was vaguely aware that she was supposed to feel heavy and sleepy. So heavy that she could not possibly move her arm. She imagined her arm was made of lead, solid lead. She noted her arm was feeling quite numb, but she wasn’t completely convinced it was made of lead, too heavy to lift.
She was vaguely aware that she was supposed to feel heavy and sleepy. So heavy that she could not possibly move her arm. She imagined her arm was made of lead, solid lead. She noted her arm was feeling quite numb, but she wasn’t completely convinced it was made of lead, too heavy to lift.
So she tried to.
That arm would not budge.
Just laid heavy and still, between her legs.
It just occurred to her now that her legs were spread wide open. She was glad she was wearing a modest skirt, though she wished she could muster the will to close her legs, but they seemed as heavy and as leaden as her arms.
Well I guess I’m hypnotized.
The thought amused and excited her.
I’m helpless.
She imagined a scenario of being someone’s hypnotized sex slave. Helpless to resist their advances and their depraved demands. She thought of Daphne being hypnotized by the ghost clown on Scooby-Doo. There was something terribly hot about that. Being that helpless. That’s what she was right now. Daphne. Helpless. Obeying.
Penelope tried turning her thoughts to the words flowing into her ears, but as she stared out at the slowly spiraling field of stars her thoughts kept returning to these increasing lurid fantasies of being a hypnotized fuck toy. But she was assured it didn’t matter that her conscious mind could think what it liked. The important words, they were talking to the part of her mind that could follow instructions. Her conscious mind didn’t have to hear them. It didn’t matter. The part of her mind that obeyed would know what to do. So having these thoughts, were just fine. She imagined Carol, the receptionist holding up a spinning coin and fascinating her. She wished Carol were rubbing her clit as she helplessly stood in front of her. Perhaps some part of her mind was aware that Carol was doing just that.
Though she became aware of a bright green dot in the swirling starfield and she realized she needed to track it with her eyes. It was important.
It was a pretty green. Stoplight green. A green that meant go.
As her eyes followed, she became very aware of how tiring following the green dot could be. She was aware how nice it would feel when she could just allow her eyelids to close and go even deeper...She wanted to close those eyes! Truly she did! But she could not. Not until she was given permission. She tried. But she could not...disobey.
Finally...Dr. Grant allowed her to let her heavy, leaden eyelids to close tightly and she felt her entire body sink deeper into the chair. Like a wave of...relaxation just swept down her, from her head to her toes. But more than relaxation. It was like...something was taking over her body. Like her body wasn’t hers anymore. She was just a passenger in it. A distant vehicle no longer under her command.
Penelope was not even aware when her arm floated upward, signaling the profound depth of her trance.
She was not aware when Dr. Grant had her stand and then seated her in a wheelchair. Her body followed instruction without resistance or hesitation.