You want a fantasy? Okay.

So you’re a nice eager hypnosub. Let’s say you’re firmly held by a post-hypnotic suggestion. You are in some nondescript place, like an office or a library. Let’s say it’s a normal day for you. A day of work, or study, or anything else you usually do with your time. You are awake, all by yourself, fully and sensibly clothed, and doing your normal activities during a normal day. Pushing a shopping cart, waiting behind a counter, whatever.

And at the same time, you know you’re being controlled. Because you’re obeying a post-hypnotic suggestion. Remember?

And you have no idea whatsoever what it was.

You know you are doing something unusual. You were told to do it, after all. That much is undeniable. You are allowed to remember the moment in which your hypnotist commanded you. You just were told to forget what they were telling you. Their words come out garbled when you try to recall that moment. They sound like a gentle, distracting drone. They make you feel fuzzy.

You shake your head to keep yourself from dropping. Something must be wrong, but at the same time you are doing something important to you, something that’s usual and normal. You can’t fall into trance in the middle of a work shift! Or a class. Or whatever it is you’re doing, and aware of doing.

What else are you doing as well, though?

This is bothering you. Your hypnotist gave you an order, and you obeyed because you obey anything and everything your hypnotist tells you. That’s a fact of your life. You’re an eager hypnosub, pliant and obedient, and so thoroughly brainwashed that disobeying is impossible. It has been for a long time now. Your hypnotist dictates your reality. You seem to live in the same “world” as the people around you, but your secret is that you don’t. You live in whatever universe your hypnotist creates for you.

You obey and you believe.

So you will never find out on your own what your hypnotist is making you do right now. But… You can’t let it go either.

What could it be? You are an eager hypnosub, enormously suggestible, totally defenseless. It could be almost anything. You’re just blind to it, blissfully (or not so blissfully) unaware.

Did I say you’re fully clothed? Maybe you’re actually dressed like a slut and you don’t register it. You may not perceive the dirty looks from the people around you.

Maybe you’re not dressed at all. Maybe you’re naked, running going from one place to another, showing your body to everyone with complete abandon.

Are you silent at the moment? Are you sure? Maybe you’re speaking out loud, annoying everyone. Maybe you’re blurting out your hottest, dirtiest desires, screaming at the top of your lungs, using the lewdest possible terms to describe what you like being done to you. Maybe you’ve lost the ability to speak and you’re just babbling, panting, drooling. Maybe you’re also masturbating like crazy, making a scene that will not be forgiven and will ruin your reputation.

Yes, I know you love being humiliated and degraded. Yes, you can’t know if that’s happening right now.

In fact, if you think about it, if you just stop for a second and think about it— there is no way at all to know what’s real and what’s not real around you right now. Can you know for a fact that you’re actually in the place you’re perceiving? Are you really doing what you think you’re doing?

Are you even reading these words? What if this is also part of your fantasy?

What if I am your hypnotist and I’m feeding you the illusion that you’re having another illusion? A different fantasy than the one you’re truly experiencing?

You control nothing. That’s also part of all your fantasies. It always has been.

If this is upsetting you, just relax.

Let go of any troubling feelings.

Remember that your hypnotist’s voice, or my voice, or simply the voice that controls you, is like a soothing drone, a wonderful music that always takes you deep.

Let everything around you dissolve in your hypnotist’s will. You have no other. You want no other.

And now go deeper for me. Let go of everything except my voice. Drop and be happy. Be mine.

You deserve to be.