First, ensure no one but you can hear me, nor hear you. Find someplace private, where though we be miles apart, it is still intimately you and I alone.
[ He gives her time to do just that. And once she has confirmed she has he speaks again. There’s something different about his voice, as smooth and gentle as it is normally, it becomes doubly so. His hypnotism skills are comic book nonsense, able to be mesmerise without people even noticing they’re under his thrall, and he’s started already. About ‘you and I alone.’ Normally he has those hand movements to help, so he’s putting extra effort into the voice. ]
It’s just you and I, now. You and my voice. My voice alone- is it everything you hear?
[The best place for this is going to be her studio, then. She slips inside and locks the doors, flipping the signs to "Do Not Disturb" on both the inside door and the outside door, before hitting the button that frosts over the glass of the windows and skylights. She even turns off the lights, so the faint buzz from the electricity won't penetrate her earbuds.
Once she's settled herself on the floor, away from any in-progress works or sharp objects, she answers his question.]
[His voice is practically hypnotic on a normal day, when he isn't trying. Today? It's smoother, gentler, and she's already open to the idea of the hypnosis working. She shuts her eyes, blocking out another possible distraction as he explains what will happen and begins counting.
She can feel her breathing start to even out, and her limbs relax. When he asks his question, she answers with a sigh.]
[ He recognises that tone of voice and silently fist pumps in victory on his end. He can be more of a dork when people aren't watching. ]
Breath slowly, deeply, calmly. Everything is fine. You are completely safe... You are completely in my power, and immune to any discord or strife. You are in a bubble, separate from the rest of the world.
[ But because he is a good guy- ]
If I ask anything of you that you object to, the bubble will pop. You will return to the world.
[ There. He doubts she will object to anything he has to say, because he thinks he has a good grasp of their relationship, but he's always conscious of abusing his talents. ]
Tell me the filthiest fantasy you have had about me.
[ ...Look, it's not abuse if everyone enjoys it, okay. ]
[She listens to his words and her body relaxes further as she takes the slow, deep, calming breaths. Nothing can hurt her here. She's in a safe little bubble all her own. Just her and Y's voice in her ear. She's perfectly content. Even so, he gives her an escape route. As if anything he asks would be objectionable.]
Don't want it to pop.
[Her voice sounds hazy to her own ears, but that's okay. His voice is still crystal clear, and his next command makes her blush. It still isn't anything objectionable, though. The command, at least. The idea of anything sexual being considered 'filthy' isn't one she holds stock in. She hums as her mind sifts through the various dreams and daydreams, trying to find one that's closest to what he's asked.]
I dreamed you made a copy of yourself, then made your real self invisible so you could surprise me. Slip into my bed while I was asleep and wake me up by going down on me. But your copy would sit on the stool by my mirror and watch until I begged. And then you'd have me up on all fours and take me from behind, still invisible, and I'd swallow your copy down, and it would be amazing. And when we were done, you'd take the copy back, so you'd have the memories of both experiences.
[Evie has a very vivid imagination, as well as a very active libido.]
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First, ensure no one but you can hear me, nor hear you. Find someplace private, where though we be miles apart, it is still intimately you and I alone.
[ He gives her time to do just that. And once she has confirmed she has he speaks again. There’s something different about his voice, as smooth and gentle as it is normally, it becomes doubly so. His hypnotism skills are comic book nonsense, able to be mesmerise without people even noticing they’re under his thrall, and he’s started already. About ‘you and I alone.’ Normally he has those hand movements to help, so he’s putting extra effort into the voice. ]
It’s just you and I, now. You and my voice. My voice alone- is it everything you hear?
no subject
Once she's settled herself on the floor, away from any in-progress works or sharp objects, she answers his question.]
Just us. Just you.
no subject
[ Alright, time to really kick it up. By now, the soothing voice alone will be relaxing enough for him to start giving instruction. ]
My voice. My will. Just us. I am going to count down from 10. At 7, you will be weak. At 4, you will be without will. At 1, my will is everything.
[ He counts down and after 1, he holds his breath before asking- ]
Whose will decides all?
[ He has no idea if this has worked. ]
no subject
She can feel her breathing start to even out, and her limbs relax. When he asks his question, she answers with a sigh.]
Yours.
no subject
Breath slowly, deeply, calmly. Everything is fine. You are completely safe... You are completely in my power, and immune to any discord or strife. You are in a bubble, separate from the rest of the world.
[ But because he is a good guy- ]
If I ask anything of you that you object to, the bubble will pop. You will return to the world.
[ There. He doubts she will object to anything he has to say, because he thinks he has a good grasp of their relationship, but he's always conscious of abusing his talents. ]
Tell me the filthiest fantasy you have had about me.
[ ...Look, it's not abuse if everyone enjoys it, okay. ]
no subject
Don't want it to pop.
[Her voice sounds hazy to her own ears, but that's okay. His voice is still crystal clear, and his next command makes her blush. It still isn't anything objectionable, though. The command, at least. The idea of anything sexual being considered 'filthy' isn't one she holds stock in. She hums as her mind sifts through the various dreams and daydreams, trying to find one that's closest to what he's asked.]
I dreamed you made a copy of yourself, then made your real self invisible so you could surprise me. Slip into my bed while I was asleep and wake me up by going down on me. But your copy would sit on the stool by my mirror and watch until I begged. And then you'd have me up on all fours and take me from behind, still invisible, and I'd swallow your copy down, and it would be amazing. And when we were done, you'd take the copy back, so you'd have the memories of both experiences.
[Evie has a very vivid imagination, as well as a very active libido.]