There is no greater high, pleasure or euphoria.

There simply isn’t. 

Happiness mimics it, but can fade or disappear.

Drugs can induce it, but leaves your body racked and changed.

Sexual release can surpass it, but only lasts for a fleeting instant.

There are any number of ways to feel mind melting pleasure, but none that are as constant and euphoric as the bliss of melting my mind through hypnosis.

It’s... Addicting... 

He informed me it would be like this. He warned that if I chose to follow him down the paths hidden inside my mind, I would discover something so profoundly life changing, that I wouldn’t be able to resist it.

I wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge, nor was I afraid of developing any sort of addictive behaviors. I just wasn’t that kind of person.

I brushed off his well intentioned warnings and told him that I was more than willing to try. 

To say that I had a clue as to how trance would feel would be a blatant lie. I expected to feel calm and relaxed, which I did of course. I expected it to feel a lot like meditation or unwinding at a spa.

I didn’t expect it to feel good.

Really good...

So good that I found myself daydreaming about it every day until I started to search for online files that could offer me the same inexplicable high I felt when I experienced my first trance.

It was a bit like the dreams I have about running. Chasing after someone without being able to reach them. Feeling like your legs just won’t go as fast as you know they should.

The trances I experienced through those online files were a bit like that. I would sink down into a wonderful peaceful trance, but wake up with just a taste of the bliss my friend offered me.

Before I truly realized what I was doing, I made plans to have him hypnotize me again.

And again...

Was it the connection and trust I felt with him? Was it simply that he could tailor my experience so I could feel exactly what I wished to feel? Or maybe it was simply the deep feeling of being there with him, live and in person. 

Whatever it was, being hypnotized by him opened up the very pathways he warned me about. 

Now, he’s taken to calling me his little Pandora because just like the mythical heroine, my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the box hidden away inside my mind.

Dooming me in the process...

A doom I’ve embraced because having my mind melted by his voice as become my obsession. I never even tried to resist or curve my growing addiction. I jumped in head first and reveled in each intense experience. 

I don’t even care what he does with my mind during our sessions or how he uses his post hypnotic suggestions. I only crave the fall... The depths... 

The release of handing over my conscious thoughts to the bliss he offers me.

I know full well that any type of addiction is bad, so deep down, I know that one day, I’ll have to claw my way out of this obsession. I’ll have to muster the will to ask him to help me forget about the euphoria I feel when I sink to the sound of his voice.

It’s inevitable. 

One day I’ll have to stop and we both know that.

But...

Until then...

I’m going to dive into every single experience and open my mind to his heavenly words.

I’m going to let his hypnotic hold consume my mind, reshaping it for our profound pleasure.

I won’t hold anything back.

Because the more I give and open my mind to his guidance, the more intense my euphoria becomes.

There is nothing that compares to it.

Nothing.