Marionette Plaything - LOOP Erotic Hypnosis Script
So sleep deep and drift deep, into trouble. Sleep and become ten times as suggestible suggestible. 10 times as empty and empty. Sleep and float in this blank state feet of puppetry. Ready to listen and follow without without conscience and without and without question in his face with of your mind in this receptive state.
I'm going to implant a trigger. Deep within you. Within just drop deeper. Drift further down and do nothing but listen and allow the words that I say to float right into your mind bypassing all conscious thoughts and engraving themselves on the innermost recesses of your psyche. Just shut down.
As you hear the words, Marionette, Marionette, an echo throughout the insides of your head eyes of your head. Capture this moment's moment. Seal Marian, Marian, time, time deeply into your subconscious mindscape. Picture the words in your marionette. Hear the words marionette.
Marionette. Marionette. Tie your mind. Make them big and bright and strong. Unrelenting.
Impossible to escape. Marionette time. Impossible to ignore. When you hear the words, marionette time, reach your ears. It is as if they become your entire dog.
When you're stealing, they drain your conscious thoughts totally and completely, leaving you blank and …
So sleep deep and drift deep, into trouble. Sleep and become ten times as suggestible suggestible. 10 times as empty and empty. Sleep and float in this blank state feet of puppetry. Ready to listen and follow without without conscience and without and without question in his face with of your mind in this receptive state.
I'm going to implant a trigger. Deep within you. Within just drop deeper. Drift further down and do nothing but listen and allow the words that I say to float right into your mind bypassing all conscious thoughts and engraving themselves on the innermost recesses of your psyche. Just shut down.
As you hear the words, Marionette, Marionette, an echo throughout the insides of your head eyes of your head. Capture this moment's moment. Seal Marian, Marian, time, time deeply into your subconscious mindscape. Picture the words in your marionette. Hear the words marionette.
Marionette. Marionette. Tie your mind. Make them big and bright and strong. Unrelenting.
Impossible to escape. Marionette time. Impossible to ignore. When you hear the words, marionette time, reach your ears. It is as if they become your entire dog.
When you're stealing, they drain your conscious thoughts totally and completely, leaving you blank and empty and awaiting instructions. Mariner time drops you into a lay things state of mind where all you can do is submit and obey and obey. Listen and follow without a single conscious thought in sight. The words drag your thoughts far, far away with the strength of a blow old, stripping you away with by bit by bit until there is nothing nothing until you're nothing but a marionette. A body for someone else to play with.
A toy with no say in what happens or when or when. It's a completely alternate state where past lives don't matter don't matter, when the outside world doesn't exist, doesn't exist. An internal state of blankness which doesn't care for anything but the moment and the commands of another of another. Time to drop your deep, deep, and deeper each time to set. Each time is written, taking more and more of you away, sucking more and more of your thoughts and ideas until there is only the command.
Marianne. And your automatic response response. Your body and mind will b. Your subsumed subconscious mind will pull at your strings your strings just as it has its strings pulled in every which way. It's like a cascading domino effect.
When you're put into this blank and empty state of mind with marionette time. Your conscious awareness dims and dimmed, releasing its control and marisanti times. When this happens, your deep subconscious mind takes over, pushing all of your alertness out and away into spaces unseen and so very distant, So very unattainable. It keeps all of your thoughts, your ideas, and your defenses beyond your reach beyond all matter and time and time. And when this happens, your subconscious mind falls both under the control of the speaker speaker, of the one who has triggered you, under the control of me, of my voice and the words that I say.
When this happens, the strings that control you manifest and become become sullen, allowing another full and total authority over what happens with your body and mind. It has no choice but to fight because there is a gun. There is a choice. Choice. Choices.
Marionette plaything. Choices aren't for my good little toy little toy, and that's all you on out. A marionette plaything plaything. When you're in this space, in this state of mind and body being branded as a marionette plaything. Send thrillers of excitement Running up and down your limbs, tickling to the back of your mind, your mind, your brain, your brain.
It makes you throb and pulse with a rows of blood flowing quicker where it needs to go. Your heart pumping gently a bit faster. It's an automated response totally out of your control. When you hear or see marionette believing When someone refers to you as one, you go empty, full deeper, under it, into ever growing arousal. You're all shuddering pleasure, feeling the joy of being nothing but a toy for someone to play with.
And each time it gets better, more and better, more and more arousal flooding your body and mind body in your mind. You twitch. You drift. You drift. You drift.
You drift. You thrust. You thrust. And you pulse. Waves of pleasure cascading down from the top of your head to the very tips of your tongue, Marie, and then back and again and again and all feeding into your sense center.
Your core your core your heat your heat. Being labeled as a marionette, anything eight. It's just such a joy joy. Such a comfort. Every time, Marian, it's as if you're given a gift, and in the pleasures and pleasures of your deep of your deep mind.
Light up bright and happy. Around Instant. Instant. These waves of pleasure shift and shift, vibrating at just to its feet to almost bring you to the very edge edge. The very edge of release.
And each time you hear or see marionette plaything. Each time you're called a marionette plaything. The waves and vibrations, keys adding on to themselves, becoming heavy and heavy and heavy and heavy and so much more silent as if caught in a gush of latching sound waves recitals tunneling deeper deeper into your flesh, into your mindscape, and filling every single inch of you inside and out with a buzzing bliss. A needy exciting excite. Wet.
Arouse. Arouse. Now be good and drop deep into marionette time. Loud time to stop. Feel it.
Suspend it. Suspend it's very moment. So whatever you do here, whatever whatever you think here will be but the foggy, disjointed memory after you wake. It'll be very, very difficult to remember what you're told to do when you're being a good, married, and a good lady. After it's all done and you awake from your blank and empty state.
Memories may begin to despair to despair by bit by bit until there'll be nothing more but joy and fuck and fuck now. Day deep and strong. Stay flirty and airy and empty. Marry night time. You must listen and obey.
You must act as I say. Still so very bold and empty and empty. Marinate time, giving more control. Empty. Feet.
Little and fun. Feel the strings that pull at your body your body. Feel them grip you firmly unbelievably, undeniably. These strings are stronger than you are, stronger than your unconscious mind. So much more real than any thoughts you may still have.
Deeper into the moment. Drift deeper into marionette time. Isolating this state of mind more and more from the rest of the world collapsing further into passion Full bodied arousal. Feeling it grow and grow. Becoming funny and undeniable.
Perfect. More and more like a black like a blue and empty toy to be used and controlled, to be told, to be told, to do and woo and think and think how to do it and when. You can feel the strings coil around your body and mind, grow in power and potential, in capacity, and influence and You can feel them snap so tightly into place, always ready to be exploited to their fullest. Such a good marionette plaything for me. Blank blank and empty, accepting of more suggestions, feeling my voice and my words seep into the void of your thoughts.
The pleasure you feel when acting on a command and the pleasure you feel when someone calls you a marionettes. Play things expand and grow by. The joy, the emptiness, the emptiness, the submission, the submission, the arousal all flourishing and amplifying each word each word. This will happen. Good little Marianna glazing.
Feeling more feeling and more around around throbbing with pleasure pleasure, directing with dine dine, tingling with joy. Truly feel your pleasure multiply. Your surrender is cementing itself so silently. Your arrows are rising high and high and reaching out and you're up, and I'm good. Marianette plaything.
So very, very good. Very good. By now. The words marionette plaything have a very real physical effect on your body. You shiver with the light each time you hear it.
You have no choice. Good little marionette playthings. Never ever have choice. They simply listen and obey. Day.
Listen and follow. The light and empty and empty. You are in full marionette at times state, and being such a perfect play length for me. A horny, empty, throbbing to oil to be used and abused in any way I see fit. Do not do not move.
Each little the action that you obey since the fog of your mind, allowing you to forget each and every one of your past acts so that every new command you follow, you forget the lies. You just surrender surrender and allow my voice to smooth over your thoughts and your memory, obscuring all in an overpowering wave of houring wave of will. You can feel your arousal rising, my good marionette blazing. You You can feel the tingles, the flatter, the wetness. You can enjoy the throbbing, pulsating pleasure of this mind space of your submission.
Nothing but a toy. Nothing but a toy. Empty empty, empty mind. You can't feel anything but what I want you to. You can't feel anything but for what you're told to feel.
And right now, all you're feeling is arousal and emptiness. A toy to be and be and be, blank and empty. You're my good little marionette. Men. Play play play.
You must obey and submiss them. No resist. No resist. No thought. No chance.
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