The swirl of the spiral enraptures me, the glimmering whirl filling my field of vision, as if it’s reaching out from the computer screen. My eyes are fixated on the centre, the pulsating, iridescent vortex pulling all of my attention inwards to that one precise point, an infinite abyss that has long since sapped my agency, my reason and my willpower.

I’ve found, through my hypnotic experiments (or, more accurately, Sir’s experiments on me), that trance has different... flavours for me. Being dropped with a word or a touch feels like regular sleep, my mind sinking into a soothing dark sea and drifting along aimlessly while he rewires my unresisting brain. When I go blank, my brain just goes missing, leaving an empty grey void behind my eyes, which seems to be overlaid on my regular vision, the dull colourless lacuna fascinating my vacant mind while my body obeys Sir’s commands.

Spirals make me feel like I’m being taken on a journey. Like I’m travelling along a tunnel, vaguely aware that it’s endless, that I’ll keep travelling forwards forever, but too captivated by the sights ahead of me to even think about stopping or turning back. All I can do is let it pull me on, towards a destination I’ll never reach.

It was Sir who found this spiral, and he modified it a little to show some words from time to time, barely visible against the shimmering multicoloured background, but just clear enough that I recognise them. RAIN DROPS. RAIN FALLS. RAIN IS WET. RAIN IS CLEAR.

Rain drops, my vacant mind echoes. Rain falls. Rain is wet. Rain is clear.

The words aren’t always there, and they alternate, RAIN DROPS being the one that pops up the most often, unsurprisingly since it’s the most potent of my triggers. I’m too far gone to even speak at this point, but my blank brain can’t help babbling, Rain drops, rain drops, rain drops. Rain drops. Rain drops, rain drops...

Sir’s gotten great mileage out of my name, tying it to triggers that trip me into trance. Right now, watching this spiral, I do feel like a raindrop, falling helplessly down an unending plughole, my thoughts draining away into its depths. Rain drops, rain drops, rain drops.

It’s utter bliss.

There’s a damp patch growing around my face, but I’m way past caring. I’m lying flat on my front on the sofa, my feet hanging over the armrest, my head on the cushion, turned to the side so I can see my laptop on the coffee table. I’m stark naked, kept warm by the arousal permeating every part of me. I can’t remember how I got here. I don’t know if I stripped and sank for the spiral of my own volition, or if Sir compelled me to do so. It really doesn’t matter.

I don’t even know if he’s in the room, until I distantly feel him lift the lower half of my body and slide underneath. Now I’m lying across his lap, and his elbows are resting on my buttocks. He gives my thigh a fond squeeze.

Ten million miles away, the TV turns on. He sits and watches his show, while I keep watching mine, falling further down the fathomless drain.

Rain drops. Rain drops, rain drops.

A minute or a year later, a dopey voice that sounds a bit like mine suddenly says, “Sir, the position I’m in might hurt my neck and my back soon.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, my dear,” comes Sir’s sympathetic reply. The next thing I’m almost aware of is him raising my torso and sliding cushions beneath it, one under my chest, the other supporting my head. Now I’m more elevated, on roughly the same level as my crotch on his lap.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you, Sir,” my voice drones dazedly.

I lapse back into silence, staring spellbound at the slowly spinning spiral, my drool now starting to soak into the cushion Sir placed below my face. Easing my legs a little further apart, he slips his hand between them and begins to idly play with my pussy. I sigh serenely, too stupefied to react any more than that. Rain drops, rain drops. Rain drops.

I’ve been reduced to a ragdoll, lying motionless, letting Sir use my body as a stim toy and the vortex suck my mind into its boundless grasp. I can’t resist either, and I don’t - can’t - want to. No consciousness, no clothes, no cares.

Rain drops, rain drops, rain drops.