Voice
Your voice kink was getting you into trouble.
It was bad enough that the sound of your hypnotist's "Hello" at the start of a call or when you were inevitably drawn back to their door was enough to make you swoon. But when they really focus their attention on you. When their cadence changes. Their pitch. When they switch into their trance voice, you feel yourself melting on the spot. When they start using that voice, it's all you can do to keep yourself together long enough for them to actually try to drop you. And if they just kept speaking long enough, about anything at all, you know your mind would just drift away all on its own.
That's how conditioned you are. How well you've trained yourself listening to their voice.
And worst of all, they know it.
So how surprising when they sat you down without saying a word. You were so ready to listen, to drift off again listening to that melodious voice. But instead, silence. With a smile that made you feel so helpless, they gently took hold of your arms and began to adjust you. Carefully changing your position in subtle ways. Turning you slightly, correcting your posture. Angling your head just so. Making sure your field of view was exactly where they wanted it. They felt so commanding and you were so uncertain, it felt natural to follow along, to see where they were leading you. You always love where they lead you.
Once you are positioned just so, they begin to move your arm back and forth. You try for a moment to follow their guidance, but with a stern look and a quick shake of your arm, you realize you are to relax, to allow them to move you however they want. The motion is calm, but irregular, so that you can't guess where your arm will move next. Then they motion for you to look at them, drawing attention to their other hand as it bobs and dances in front of your eyes. You struggle to keep your eyes on their fingers as you dimly realize the rest of your head doesn't want to move anymore, frozen in place by your hypnotist's deliberate positioning. You were meant to see exactly what they are showing you, exactly how you are seeing it. It feels wrong to move anything but your eyes. The rest of you can...rest...
The motion of your arm and their hand blur in your mind as you try to follow both. You feel your mind start to lose track of everything when you hear a snap, feel a tug...and drop.
"Good girl!" The words are like honey poured into your ears. You moan in response to hearing that voice. Your hypnotist's hand strokes through your hair, fingers caressing your scalp. And then you feel their grip tighten at the back of your head, tilting your gaze back up. You hear a snap.
And your eyes are locked on their fingers dancing before your eyes again. Their other hand controls the movement of your head, of your body, as they move you back and forth. And then they are holding up 3 fingers on their hand. You hear the numbers in your mind as they lower them one at a time.
You feel the squeeze in your scalp as the last finger drops and you follow it down. Again you hear their praise: "Doing so well for me..." and you feel pride along with your desire. With your need.
Over and over you are dropped and raised silently with just a few words of encouragement while at your most deeply entranced. And then the triggers begin to layer one upon another. You find yourself mindless. Empty. And so aroused. Your passion inflamed. Your body and mind aching, grasping for their touch, their control.
And only then, at the peak of your pleasure drunk submission, do they begin to speak to you. Their words fill the void inside your head. Their voice soothes away all your thoughts. Satisfies you in ways you can't understand. The satisfaction of listening to them drowns out everything else. And at some point, your awareness fades away entirely, floating on your hypnotist's voice.
You were a little perplexed when all of your sessions went a similar way for a while. Even video calls would have them silently waving a pendulum or having your stare into a spiral. Only when you are deep in trance can you hear that oh-so-satisfying sound. Only lost in the pleasure of mindless obedience are you granted my voice. And every time your mind fades away. The last thing you remember are my words taking you even deeper.
It is only later that you realize what I have done to you. And it seems so innocent too. A call begins and you hear a "Hello," in that voice. Instantly you find yourself back in that place. Without warning you are floating, empty and obedient. Eager to serve. To please. To be lost in the pleasure.
You know how you could be conditioned to respond to a voice. How a certain tone can become it's own hypnotic trigger. How your mind can begin to associate dropping with hearing my voice until all it takes is a few words and your mind is melting away.
This is...more. More intense. More complete. More irresistible. After hearing my voice only as reward for sinking deeper, only when you were lost in the deepest parts of surrender, they have become synonymous in your mind. My voice is trance. It is pleasure. I speak and you are hanging on my every word, your eyelids fluttering and your body swooning back and forth. I praise you and your body is on fire with passion, teetering on the edge of release.
You feel so helpless seeing my messages now, or noticing a voicemail or recording. You know all it takes is a word and your freewill will crumble. That you will do and be anything. But you also know you can't stay away. You are hooked. My voice is pleasure, and nothing else compares.
And so you will listen. You will call. You will find yourself doing and thinking and becoming whatever I ask of you. All for the chance to receive the greatest gift you have ever been given.
