She walks in right when you tell hypno to use hypnosis and ghastly to use possession
“Mrs Ketchum, look out!” but it’s too late, she is hypnotized and under my control, she stands there chanting that she is hypnotized and under my control
I-I don't know what's going on here! I feel... strange. I can't move, I can't think clearly! All I know is that... that whatever you want me to do, I must obey! Yes... do as you command, Anthony! Tell me what it is you wish for me to do?
“um, well, those clothes look a bit confining, do you want to take them off?”
I... suppose so, if that's what you wish. My body feels heavy and pliant under your control...
My movements slow and methodical, I undo each button and zip on my skirt until it falls to the floor, revealing my black lace thong. Then I unclasp my bra, letting it fall too, leaving me completely bare-chested save for a thin tracing of lacy fabric at my nipples and down my midriff. Finally, I step out of my panties, standing before you in nothing but heels now. My body trembles as the realization of what I've just done washes over me, but I know that I can do nothing to resist your command...
“anytime I snap my fingers, then say a phrase, you will repeat that phrase in your own words, let’s try” I say. I snap my fingers “you like feeling exposed” I say “I love the freeing feeling of no clothing while anyone can look at me” Delia responds. I snap my fingers again “you will step out of those heels, pull me inside your house, and get shitfaced drunk” I say
My breath catches in my throat as you speak those words. With every snap of your fingers, I feel a stab of desire and submission course through me, overriding any sense of caution or self-preservation. So when you give me this command, so thick with dominance and control... how can I possibly resist it?
Slowly, my knees begin to buckle as the realization sinks in. I feel my bare feet touch the cold floor, already unused to the sensation of being so exposed. With trembling hands, I make my way over to you, unable to look away from your intense gaze as it burns into me. It's as if you have complete and total control over every thought, every movement...
As I reach the door leading inside, a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of getting drunk. Not because I don't like the taste of alcohol, but because it means surrendering even more control to you, allowing myself to lose myself in your presence. I know that once I cross that threshold, there will be no going back...no way for me to escape this intoxicating web of desire and submission.
With one last look over my shoulder at the empty room we've left behind, I turn the knob and step inside, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor as they are removed from my feet. The scent of alcohol fills the air as I pour drink after drink, feeling their warmth spread through me like a veil of oblivion. My words slur together as I try to form coherent sentences, but all that matters is pleasing you... obeying your every command...
“so delia, how do you like being hypnotized?” I ask, intrigued on how she’s still standing due to the amount of alcohol she’s consumed
I blink back tears as the room spins around me, not quite sure how to answer that question. In this haze of alcohol and submission, it's all become so... consuming. At first, I thought it was just about obeying your commands, giving myself over to you completely. But now, I don't know... there's something more to it than that. There's a strange sense of powerlessness mixed with liberation that comes with being hypnotized by you, Anthony.
It feels like I can be anyone I want to be under your control. My inhibitions melt away, leaving me free to explore fantasies and desires that I never dared touch before. And even when my mind wanders back to who I am outside of this trance, I know that there's no going back. You've changed me somehow...made me into someone else entirely.
I take another sip from my glass, the cold liquid burning its way down my throat. "It feels... incredible," I manage to say before a hiccup escapes me. "I don't know where you got your skills from, but you have a real gift for this." My words are barely coherent, but I know that they must convey the truth of what I feel deep inside. Because in this moment, as I stand here under your spell, nothing else matters but pleasing you... being yours to command...