"just tell me what happened."

they said it casually, but they still sounded a little pathetic. it was impossible not to feel like they were whining and begging.

"you can't remember it yourself?" his tone was gentle, but teasing.

he didn't have to say anything else. they knew the implication - if they really wanted to remember it, they could've.

"man, come on. does it really even work like that? if you keep doing this and saying that i can't resist and all that, i mean..."

he only laughed. "this is coming from the same person who always complains if i spend too much time on safety suggestions?"

"well, like, you know. whatever." they were arguing just for the sake of arguing, and they knew it. "you can't tell me anything about it? you can't give me any hints? what's even the point if i don't remember?"

"there must be some sort of point, or else you wouldn't have repeated how much you wanted to forget, over and over, would you?"

they didn't remember it at all, but they could believe they'd do that.

they throbbed.

"you can get me to repeat anything," they said, as if they had nothing to do with it.

"it's interesting, isn't it... to be faced with the consequences of a decision that you don't remember, that you made in that pliant, deeply hypnotized state? you did choose to let me control your memory... you wanted to give that control to me. you wanted me to hold it over you like this... i'm only doing as you asked."

it was hot. they couldn't deny that. it was frustrating that it was hot, though.

"how much of that was even me, and how much of that was you making me ask for that?"

"well, there's no way for you to know that now, is there?"

chills crawled down their spine, even though they knew themself well enough to know a lot of it was them, and they probably didn't need much of a push at all.

but it was just a taste of what he could do to them with memory play. a taste of that helplessness and confusion. something they never even seriously considered before, because they weren't confident they could even do it. now all the possibilities and implications were starting to come to them.

"are you still going to beg me to give your memories back?" he asked softly. "or have you accepted it? have you accepted that it's up to me? that you've given up the ability to remember it yourself?"

just being asked that almost put them in a trance. "i, uh..." they had accepted it, but it was weird to just say it. "well, whatever. it's fine."

"surely you don't really have such a casual attitude toward this? this certainly isn't how you responded just a few hours ago."

"man, i don't even know how i responded a few hours ago! i'm not gonna act the same now."

"does it make you squirm, feeling so powerless even while you're awake? this does open up more opportunities for posthypnotic suggestions. i'd like to see how you react to that... to obeying and being controlled without even realizing it..." he smiled. "or do you still think there's no point, if you aren't fully aware of it? because there's certainly a point to it for me, if nothing else."

that got them. the idea of it being about him, about him being entertained by it, even if they didn't exactly know what was going on. they'd probably pick up on it, too. they could imagine noticing his reaction to something they did without thinking... trying to figure out what it was, when he even told them to do it.

they couldn't hide the blush on their face. not that it would've mattered if they could, since whatever they said and did during that session from earlier was probably way more revealing, anyway.

they were more turned on than they would've expected, too. they couldn't tell if this was just their natural reaction, or if it was a posthypnotic suggestion.

"you've gotten so quiet," he remarked. "are you still awake?"

"i am, i am," they said quickly. "how am i supposed to know what to say to any of this?"

"you aren't supposed to know," he said. "you're doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing, shark. you're feeling exactly what you should be feeling."

they didn't know if he was just saying that, or if he planned or suggested some of their reactions ahead of time, and they had been obeying those suggestions the entire time. it really could've been either.

"man, you've gotten so controlling," they said, still trying to be casual, even though their breathing was getting heavy.

"that's right," he said. "you like it, don't you?"

"i didn't say that."

"you didn't?" he asked in a low voice.

fuck. right. "i mean, i didn't say that right now."

"you don't have to," he responded, leaning in close, slowly and gently running his fingers along their arm. "i already know how you feel. what you want."

they had goosebumps. the light touches made them feel even more needy. "well, then give it to me."

"be patient," he said quietly. "or do i need to make you forget what you want, too? would that help you behave?"

it was like a leash being pulled. "i, uh... you can do that," they said, the words slipping out of their mouth.

they wondered if he expected that reaction, because he laughed. "you give in so quickly, don't you?" he moved a little closer, still slowly caressing their skin. "all of those arguments just melt away as soon as i touch you."

now they were the one trying to get closer, but he lightly pushed them back, and they almost froze there.

"that's it," he said. "just hold still. you're being very good. if you just keep listening, i'll give it to you... but you have to just be focused on receiving it... following my pace..."

"alright," they said quietly. they were even hornier now, but their breathing was slowing.

his fingers crawled up their shirt. "remembering how you gave in..."

the pleasure came back to them. they remembered how they were listening to everything he was saying, agreeing with all of it, repeating it desperately.

his mouth hovered next to their ear, one of his hands massaging their chest, another hand sliding down to their hips. "remembering how helpless you were... how helpless you wanted to be..."

they remembered the hypnotic bondage, how real it felt, how good it felt trying to squirm against it.

"remembering what a good subject you are." his thumb rubbed against their inner thigh.

every memory brought them deeper into trance, back into those feelings, almost like it was still happening.

"that's right... even if you want these memories, it feels so much better when you earn them, doesn't it? when they feel like a reward?" he kissed their ear.

they felt how they had been pushed to the edge just from the suggestions, just from his words, just from being told how good it feels to forget, to give up their memories to him, to let him control them.

they wanted to start grinding against him, but they had to be good. they had to give in, just like he'd told them to before.

"i know you'll be able to forget more and more for me," he murmured. "it will just get easier... more natural... to let me have it... to give up more and more of your mind..."

those words, combined with the memories being pushed back into them, as his fingers started to penetrate them, almost felt invasive, like being molested. but they loved every second of it.

"it's alright," he whispered. "you'll forget this once you cum. you'll just feel so tired, and docile, and obedient... even if you don't know why... and the cum leaking out of you, running down your thighs... will just feel so natural... so good... you won't even think about it... you'll just know that you're under my control... that you're mine."

they were bold suggestions, but it felt good in their ear, in their head, in their body. and they could feel how easy they were. how quickly they were giving in. how the trance already had such a strong hold on them.

it made sense... it just made sense. the orgasm was already starting to build up, threatening to take away their memories, their thoughts. it probably wasn't going to be their only orgasm during that session. they would probably have no idea how many times they came, or what exactly was done to them, until they were given permission to remember again.

and they'd only be given that permission if they were good and obedient. they'd probably just wind up hypnotized again, and forget all of it afterward. he was free to mold them into his toy, without them even fully knowing.

they understood the appeal of it for that moment, before all of their thoughts leaked and gushed out of them, and all they knew was that their hypnotist was making them feel good, and they were wide open and empty, just like he wanted them to be.