Ace of Spirals
aceofspirals.bsky.social
Ace of Spirals
@aceofspirals.bsky.social
18+ Micro fiction writer with a focus on hypnokink from an asexual's interest.
They weren't perfect. Nobody was.

But why didn't they, for once, take advantage of your mind and use you?

Your face grew red.

Why did you want them so badly to use you when unaware you weren't able to resist? Why did that idea sound so wrong and hot?
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
"It seems," they started, "that when I set up that induction for the quenching of your independence and brat tendencies with the waters of pleasure and obedience, that your mind kept that going even after the session."

They watched as you got up from the arm rest and moved to your own seat.
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
They spoke words, a trigger, a swiss army one meant to alter things if any problems occurred. It felt like moments but when your eyes opened, a handful of minutes had passed.

You felt a burning anger in the pit of your stomach. Indignation returning... and less pleasure.
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
This wasn't one of those, so you closed your eyes, averting your focus inward.

It felt so nice to just wait and listen and obey for a bit.

"I'm not seeing anything that would do... ah." A chuckle escaped their lips. "I see the issue now. It appears I forgot to close this off, one moment."
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
You'd seen it before. Your Hypnotist kept a full file on you at all times, with your current compulsions and triggers on full display for their perusal, from installation dates to when they'd wear off.

You only got to see it on rare occasions.
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
"Then what is it?" You took a sip from their water and lay against them more, leaving your head on their shoulders. "I'm not mad, just curious. Promise."

They kept their eyes on your posture for a few moments before pulling up a document on their computer.

Your dossier.
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
"I thought you listened to the file, no?" His eyes flittered up to meet yours, a challenging fire in them. "I didn't add anything to your water consumption... that time."

That time?

You narrowed your eyes as you sat on the arm rest, leaning onto them, getting in their space.
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
He was sitting on the couch, laptop out and recliner back. He was typing up something, but it wasn't work hours.

"Gee, I wonder why we're so low on all our fluids," you mused as you walked over to them. "Could it be something to do with my inability to drink monster?"
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
The iced tea, made just a few days ago, was almost entirely gone as well. Someone had drank more than usual, and that would mean another stop by the store soon. But that was unusual, wasn't it? You closed the fridge and cast your eye to the most likely culprit.
November 25, 2024 at 6:44 AM
"Playing fair? No, my dear plaything." There was a hunger, a prideful sneer, poise and primal mixing. "I will never play fair, as I seek victory, to bring you to heel, to make you as weak as I can for me."

Your mind spun, your thoughts stalled. In the vacuum of intelligent thought... they laughed.
November 21, 2024 at 6:45 AM
"That's not faaaiiiirrrr!" you whined as too many possibilities were just thrown at you. How would you ever know which was true?

They leaned in close to your ear, tugging out an earbud and letting hot breath flow into your ear canals.
November 21, 2024 at 6:45 AM
"Is that so?" Your hypnotist's eyes spoke volumes, as if testing and mocking you for not realizing something. "Is that how you heard it? How fascinating. And, pray tell, do you remember the session fully? Did you listen to it fully? Do you remember doing so?"
November 21, 2024 at 6:45 AM
The session continued with reinforcement of a few of your triggers and then you were so rudely pulled from the depths of pleasure and bliss by your evil hypnotist.

"Hey," you caught their attention with a growl. "I listened to this, and there isn't anything other than stating facts."
November 21, 2024 at 6:45 AM
You let out a low grumble. Why was there so much fluff in the session? Why reiterate obvious facts like this?! You two only got an hour every few days for sessions, so why waste it?

You'd have some choice words for the next time negotiation came around.
November 21, 2024 at 6:45 AM
"And you are aware that most energy drinks are acidic, right?" the past hypnotist asked. Another murmur of agreement. Wow, you were really out of it. "And monster is an energy drink, so would Monster be acidic? And acidic things burn? So Monster would burn, right?"
November 21, 2024 at 6:45 AM
It was obvious: Acid burns, and so acidic things burned. Your mind knew that, no, you knew that. So why were they so focused on such obvious things in their limited brainwashing time?

Your present hypnotist reached over to pat you on the head twice, unaware of your growing frustration.
November 21, 2024 at 6:45 AM
"Now then," your tist's past voice said, "can we agree that acid burns the tongue?" A low murmur, your own voice agreed with them. "And acidic things are acid, right? And acid burns? So acidic things would naturally burn, is that right?"

Why were they focused on repeating obvious facts?
November 21, 2024 at 6:45 AM
You let out a murmur of complaint, trying to tell them you were fine. They just laughed at you and kept shaking. It took minutes but at the end of it, you were awake and pouting at them.

"And this is why I have you tell me ahead of time," your tist said, picking back up their controller.
November 20, 2024 at 6:10 AM
It was distant, like on another world, but you could ignore it.

And then it stopped. The voice. The focus. The relaxation. It was gone, even the music. The wonderful music. Gone. All gone...

"Wakey wakey," your hypnotist said, rubbing your shoulders. "You've already had one session today."
November 20, 2024 at 6:10 AM
That was nice, to just follow along. No thoughts. No need to focus on anything but the voice. You slumped as you relaxed fully, giving into your Hypnotist's voice.

Just had to relax. Let go of everything. All worries, all concerns, everything.

Something was moving you. Shaking you.
November 20, 2024 at 6:10 AM
The music started, as you listened to the preamble. Hurry up. You wanted to prove yourself right and rub it in their stupid face!

Ah, the induction. Perfect. Just had to...

Had to...

Such a lovely induction. Relaxing...

Shoulders.
Arms.
Hands.
Legs.
Feet.
Head.
Eyes.
Mind.
November 20, 2024 at 6:10 AM
Snatching it from their hands before they could even register how close you had gotten, you sat down next to them. Earbuds in either ear and you hit play.

Another rule. Your tist needed you to listen to it with headphones. They didn't like their wonderful melodic voice.

Dumb Dominant.
November 20, 2024 at 6:10 AM
"I want to listen back on our last session." An agreement between you and them. You could listen back to any session, as each was recorded, but had to inform them first.

For your safety they said.

"Very well." Your hypnotist pulled out their phone and took out a pair of earbuds.
November 20, 2024 at 6:10 AM