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Step into a mysterious forest where the vines don't just grow... they claim you. In this deeply immersive hypnotic experience, you'll find yourself slowly captured, lifted, and gently swayed, until you surrender completely to their embrace. Every word, every breath, and every delicate touch pulls you deeper into helpless, blissful trance.
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Remember, all hypnosis is self hypnosis. You have all the power, I'm simply showing you how to use it. You can easily ignore any suggestion you do not like, and if you need to wake up at any time simply open your eyes and deal with whatever you need to deal with. If you wish to return to trance when you are done, simply take a deep breath, close your eyes, and allow yourself to relax back into trance.
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This file is going to go on for quite a while
Should you need to wake up at any time
For any reason
Simply take a deep breath
And count from 1
Up to three
And allow yourself to awaken.
And if you are interested, or would simply like to support my work, there is a longer… more in depth version of this trance Available on my patreon page,
Link is in the description.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get
Into a comfortable position
Let your body begin to relax.
Take a deep breath in slowly,
filling your lungs completely.
Now, exhale softly, releasing tension.
With each breath, feel more at ease.
Allow your mind to calm down,
letting go of any distractions.
Focus only on the sound of my voice,
and feel yourself sinking deeper.
Feel your muscles start to loosen,
like soft waves washing over you.
Each breath makes you feel lighter,
more comfortable, more relaxed.
Let every sound around you fade,
becoming distant, fading into nothing.
The only thing that matters now,
is the sound of my voice guiding you.
Feel the weight of your body,
heavier and heavier with each breath.
Let go of any remaining tension,
sinking deeper with every exhale.
Your thoughts are drifting now,
slowly, gently, like leaves in wind.
And with every word I say,
you slip further into relaxation.
Imagine the tension leaving your body,
each part of you feels so free.
Focus on the rhythm of your breath,
slow and steady, slow and deep.
Every word I speak guides you down,
into a deeper state of calm.
With each word, you surrender more,
losing yourself in the sound of my voice.
Feel your body relaxing even further,
as if you’re floating in space.
Each breath makes you more aware,
aware of nothing but my voice.
And now, with every word I say,
you’re sinking deeper, losing control.
You trust me fully, letting go,
no need to hold onto anything.
Just feel how soft and calm you are,
your body letting go of all strain.
Every word pulls you deeper still,
your mind becoming open and free.
You are ready now, so relaxed,
ready to let my voice take you.
The deeper you go, the better it feels,
the easier it is to let go.
And as you let go…
Imagine yourself walking through a forest.
The air is fresh and crisp,
and you can hear the rustling leaves.
The soft crunch of your footsteps,
as you wander deeper into the woods.
A sense of calm surrounds you,
yet there’s something intriguing ahead.
The trees tower above you,
their shadows stretching across the path.
You continue walking, step by step,
with each breath you feel more relaxed.
The forest feels alive, full of energy,
and yet it seems almost... still.
A quietness surrounds you,
but there’s an underlying sense of excitement.
The further you walk, the more curious you feel,
as if something is waiting for you.
Suddenly, you feel a subtle tug,
like a soft brush against your ankle.
At first, you barely notice it,
thinking it’s just a leaf or twig.
But then—there it is again,
a vine, winding around your leg.
It moves without sound, without warning,
and before you know it, it pulls tight.
You try to move, but another vine,
wraps around your other leg,
holding you in place, making you pause.
The vines are gentle at first,
as if testing you, curious about you.
You feel them shift, tightening slowly,
your body resisting, your mind racing.
Another vine slithers up your waist,
wrapping around your torso,
its smooth surface pressing against you.
You struggle, trying to pull free,
but the vines are relentless,
like an invisible force working against you.
They tighten and shift, binding you closer,
drawing you further into their grip.
With each movement, they pull you higher,
your feet lifting off the ground,
and you feel a slight panic,
the forest around you seeming to shift.
The more you struggle, the tighter they get,
each vine wrapping more securely around you.
Your arms are now caught,
the vines tightening, lifting you gently,
until your feet no longer touch the earth.
The sensation is strange,
both frightening and exhilarating.
Your body is suspended,
feeling the vines shift beneath you,
making you sway slightly, helplessly.
You try again to free yourself,
but the vines only grow stronger,
coiling tighter and lifting you higher.
You can feel them wrapping around you,
their grip growing firmer,
pressing against your body as they hold you,
lifting you further into the air.
The forest below is distant now,
and the weight of your body feels lighter.
You are swaying gently in the air,
helpless against the vines' steady pull.
And yet, there’s something strangely comforting,
something almost soothing about the way they hold you.
Despite your struggle, despite the pull,
you feel a certain surrender,
letting go as the vines lift you higher.
The more you fight, the more they press in,
until you feel the sensation of complete surrender,
as your body sways gently, suspended in mid-air.
You are completely at the mercy of the vines,
and though you continue to struggle,
you realize something deep inside—
there’s no need to fight anymore.
The struggle becomes softer, slower,
as your body relaxes into their grasp,
and you begin to feel the gentle sway,
the calm rocking in the air,
as if the vines themselves are coaxing you,
guiding you to let go.
You hang there now, suspended,
your body weightless, swaying in the air,
your mind slipping into a relaxed haze,
drifting slowly into a new sensation—
one that begins to pull you in,
letting you feel safe, yet helpless,
caught by the vines, yet free to surrender.
You’re completely suspended now,
your body held in place by the vines.
The ropes coil around your legs,
binding them together tightly,
holding them in a helpless position.
Your legs are drawn up slightly,
bound at the thighs, calves, and ankles.
The sensation is intense,
the vines digging into your skin,
but there’s something about it—
something that makes you feel alive.
Your body is almost parallel to the ground,
your torso held securely by the vines,
pulled tight, arching your back slightly.
Your arms, tightly bound behind you,
press against your back in a tight hogtie,
leaving you unable to move them.
The pressure of the vines against your skin,
pushing your shoulders back,
makes you feel exposed—
vulnerable, yet entirely controlled.
Your chest is lifted slightly,
the vines pulling your body up,
and you feel the weight shift,
making your body sway gently in the air.
You can feel every shift in position,
every subtle pull and stretch
of the vines that hold you in place.
It’s a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure,
the feeling of helplessness and the tight grip,
like your body is stretched,
suspended in this delicate balance.
As you try to move,
you realize there’s no escape.
Your body is bound and held firmly,
the vines pressing against your skin,
forcing you to stay in this suspended position.
The pressure on your legs,
your arms, your torso—
it’s almost overwhelming,
but there’s something thrilling about it,
something that makes you want to struggle more,
to feel the pull of the vines as they tighten around you.
You shift slightly,
feeling the sensation of being trapped,
your body swaying with each movement,
a helpless, almost involuntary reaction.
The vines wrap even tighter,
pressing into your skin,
your body straining against the hold,
but still, there’s no way to break free.
You are completely at the mercy of the vines,
held in place, suspended in mid-air.
The pressure builds as the vines
dig into the tender spots on your body,
pulling you into a position
where you can’t help but feel exposed.
Your chest is slightly lifted,
your legs bound together,
your arms twisted behind you,
the ropes constricting around you
as your body sways helplessly in the air.
Each movement makes the vines pull tighter,
forcing your body into a deeper arch,
your muscles straining against the hold.
There’s something intoxicating about this,
the feeling of being suspended,
the struggle, the pressure, the tension.
It’s an undeniable pull,
drawing you deeper into the sensation,
making every small shift feel like
it’s amplifying everything inside you.
Every part of your body is aware now,
sensitive to the way the vines press into you,
how they hold you,
and the helplessness that starts to grow.
You can feel the weightlessness,
the way your body floats slightly,
yet the tightness keeps you anchored,
leaving you suspended,
almost motionless,
yet completely aware of every sensation.
You can’t help but sway,
feeling the tension build in your limbs,
your body feeling lighter,
yet more controlled than ever before.
Every shift makes you more sensitive,
more aware of how completely you’re held.
The struggle becomes a part of you,
and the feeling of being trapped,
of being suspended,
is nothing short of intoxicating.
Your body continues to struggle,
each movement causing the vines to tighten.
You feel the pull of the ropes,
your body swaying gently in the air.
Every attempt to shift only makes them stronger,
the vines pulling you deeper into their hold.
Your legs, bound together, shift slightly,
but you can’t seem to break free.
Your arms, pulled behind you,
strained by the tightness of the vines.
The struggle is instinctive now,
but it’s becoming harder to fight.
Every movement is slower, heavier,
your limbs growing weak from the pressure.
Just as you begin to feel the weight,
the vines move again—
slowly, carefully, almost lovingly.
A vine near your face twitches,
its delicate tendrils unfolding.
And then, a flower begins to bloom,
soft and vibrant, emerging from the vine.
The petals unfold gently,
revealing a sweet, intoxicating scent.
You feel the aroma fill the air around you,
its sweetness surrounding your senses.
It’s gentle at first, like a caress,
but the effect is immediate, overwhelming.
The scent swirls around your head,
dancing through your mind,
and with each breath you take,
you feel the tension in your body fade.
The frantic energy from your struggle,
the tension from being bound,
starts to soften with each inhalation.
Your thoughts begin to slow,
your mind becoming foggy,
distracted by the overwhelming sweetness.
Your body still sways gently in the air,
but it’s becoming harder to move.
Your limbs feel heavy now,
your arms and legs barely able to twitch.
Each breath feels like it’s pulling you deeper,
as if the scent is weaving its way into your very soul.
The struggle that once felt so urgent,
so intense, now becomes slower,
more sluggish, like a dream fading away.
With every breath you take,
the flower’s scent lulls you further,
your resistance slipping away
as your body relaxes in the vines’ grip.
The tension begins to dissolve,
leaving only the faintest trace of movement.
Your limbs twitch occasionally,
but it’s almost as if you don’t have the strength
to do anything more.
The struggle becomes a mere reflex,
your body still swaying,
but the scent is so sweet,
so intoxicating, it keeps drawing you back.
The more you inhale, the drowsier you become,
your mind growing hazy,
your body too heavy to fight anymore.
The vines, gentle and patient,
hold you in place,
rocking you slowly as the scent
draws you closer to surrender.
Every breath you take seems to make
your body even weaker,
until all that remains is the soft sway,
the light twitch of your limbs,
and the heavy drowsiness sinking in.
The flower’s scent fills your senses,
clouding your thoughts,
making your struggle a distant memory.
You are drifting now,
floating in a haze,
helplessly suspended in the air.
The vines have taken you deeper,
and the scent has done its work,
leaving you swaying gently,
barely able to move,
as the weight of sleep begins to settle in.
You are completely at the mercy of the vines,
your body suspended, held firmly in place.
Your limbs are tightly bound,
your legs together, arms behind your back,
helplessly trapped in this delicate, suspended position.
The vines have you secure,
rocking gently, back and forth,
as your body sways softly in the air.
The pressure from the vines is constant,
but not uncomfortable—
just enough to remind you of how
completely you are at their mercy.
Your body feels weightless,
floating in the stillness of the forest,
the only movement coming from your slow,
gentle sway.
The flower’s scent lingers in your mind,
dulling your thoughts,
leaving you groggy, almost sleepy.
Every breath you take fills your lungs
with the sweet, intoxicating fragrance,
making your body feel heavier,
the struggle fading with each moment.
Your body is still,
except for the soft rocking,
as you float in place,
your mind hazy, drifting.
You feel like you could almost lose yourself,
the world around you fading away,
leaving only the gentle sensation
of being held in this peaceful,
weightless space.
Each slow, languid movement of the vines
keeps you suspended,
and you realize there’s no urgency,
no need to struggle anymore.
You’re simply floating,
held in this quiet, peaceful moment,
as the scent of the flower
and the steady pull of the vines
keep you exactly where you are—
helpless, yet safe,
drifting softly back and forth.
You can feel the weight of the vines,
their tight grip on your body,
keeping you suspended in place.
Every time you move,
every small shift in your position,
the vines tighten just a little more,
pulling you deeper into their hold.
The pressure builds as you struggle,
your body swaying with each movement,
but it’s becoming harder to resist.
Each twitch of your limbs,
each attempt to shift or break free,
only makes the vines pull tighter.
They wrap around your legs,
drawing your thighs closer together,
and you feel the pressure on your arms
as they are held behind your back.
Every part of your body is aware now,
aware of the vines that bind you,
holding you helpless,
suspended in mid-air.
With each small movement,
the vines pull tighter,
their grip firm,
and the sensation becomes almost overwhelming.
Your body sways a little more,
the gentle rocking only increasing
as the vines tighten further.
You try to move, to shift your position,
but it’s like the vines know exactly
where to hold you,
leaving you with no way to break free.
And then, the flower responds,
its petals unfurling slowly,
the sweet, intoxicating scent filling the air once more.
You feel it before you even see it,
the air around you thick with the fragrance.
It’s gentle at first,
but each breath you take makes it stronger,
the sweetness swirling around you,
filling your mind and clouding your thoughts.
You can’t escape the scent,
and with each breath,
you feel the resistance in your body fading,
your limbs growing heavy,
your struggle slowing down.
Your body begins to feel sluggish,
the struggle becoming a distant memory,
as your thoughts grow foggy.
The flower’s scent continues to wash over you,
its effects growing stronger with each moment.
You can feel your eyes growing heavy,
your limbs no longer able to twitch as quickly.
The grogginess overwhelms you,
until your body just goes limp for a moment,
your mind blank,
your thoughts fading into darkness.
For a brief moment, you lose yourself,
floating in the haze of the flower’s scent,
your body swaying gently,
helpless in the vines’ grip.
But the moment passes,
and your body stirs again,
fighting to wake up,
to struggle once more against the vines.
The grogginess starts to fade,
but it lingers in the back of your mind,
and with every twitch of your body,
the vines pull tighter again.
Your legs are bound firmly,
your arms pulled behind you,
and the pressure increases,
as your body sways even more.
You try to fight,
but the weight of the vines,
the feeling of being so helpless,
seems to drain you of strength.
The scent of the flower lingers in the air,
pulling you back down,
dulling your senses once more.
And again, you begin to slip—
your limbs twitching,
struggling in vain against the vines,
only to feel the flower’s scent overwhelm you,
making your body grow heavier,
slower, more sluggish.
Your mind drifts again,
your thoughts hazy and unfocused,
but your body instinctively tries to fight,
to move, to escape the vines’ grip.
You can feel it each time—
the cycle repeating,
as the struggle slows,
and the flower’s scent pulls you back into the haze.
The vines tighten,
the pressure increases,
and once again, you lose yourself
in the sweetness of the air,
the sensation of being helpless,
of being completely suspended,
held by the vines.
And with each cycle,
the struggle gets weaker,
as you grow more and more drowsy,
more and more at the mercy of the vines.
You are suspended,
held by the vines,
your body wrapped tightly,
helpless against their gentle, unyielding hold.
Every struggle you make only pulls you deeper,
tightening the vines around your body,
yet somehow, you’re strangely enjoying it.
The pressure, the sensation of being completely at their mercy,
is overwhelming,
but there’s something pleasurable about it,
something that keeps you wanting more.
Your limbs twitch weakly,
your body sways ever so gently in the air,
but the strength to fight is fading.
The vines press against your body,
their grip firm,
but not cruel—
just enough to remind you of how trapped you are.
You feel the weightlessness,
the way you drift,
floating in mid-air,
as your body is held,
helplessly suspended,
swaying with every movement.
And then, the flower responds once more,
its petals opening wide,
the intoxicating fragrance filling the air,
stronger now,
deeper,
more overwhelming.
You inhale deeply,
and the gas seeps into your lungs,
filling your mind with a heavy warmth,
clouding your thoughts,
making everything feel distant,
far away.
The scent is almost too much now,
filling your head with a hazy, peaceful fog,
pulling you down,
down into sleep.
Your body grows limp,
your muscles relax completely,
and the tension, the struggle,
all fades away,
leaving you soft,
unaware of the world around you.
You don’t fight anymore.
You don’t struggle.
You simply float,
held in the vines’ tender embrace,
completely still.
Your mind, once clouded by the pleasure,
is now blank,
drifting away into a deep,
peaceful sleep.
The vines continue to hold you,
swaying ever so slightly in the air,
as you sink deeper and deeper,
unaware,
completely relaxed,
completely at ease.
You can stay here,
as long as you like,
floating in this peaceful,
suspended state,
held gently by the vines,
the world around you slipping further away.
But when you are ready to wake up,
when you choose to return to the world,
you will simply count from 1 to 3,
and with each number,
you will slowly begin to wake,
feeling more alert,
more awake,
until you are fully present once more.
But for now,
you can simply sleep,
drift,
and sway,
in the vines’ embrace,
until the time comes for you to wake.
This file is going to go on for quite a while
Should you need to wake up at any time
For any reason
Simply take a deep breath
And count from 1
Up to three
And allow yourself to awaken.
And if you are interested, or would simply like to support my work, there is a longer… more in depth version of this trance Available on my patreon page,
Link is in the description.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get
Into a comfortable position
Let your body begin to relax.
Take a deep breath in slowly,
filling your lungs completely.
Now, exhale softly, releasing tension.
With each breath, feel more at ease.
Allow your mind to calm down,
letting go of any distractions.
Focus only on the sound of my voice,
and feel yourself sinking deeper.
Feel your muscles start to loosen,
like soft waves washing over you.
Each breath makes you feel lighter,
more comfortable, more relaxed.
Let every sound around you fade,
becoming distant, fading into nothing.
The only thing that matters now,
is the sound of my voice guiding you.
Feel the weight of your body,
heavier and heavier with each breath.
Let go of any remaining tension,
sinking deeper with every exhale.
Your thoughts are drifting now,
slowly, gently, like leaves in wind.
And with every word I say,
you slip further into relaxation.
Imagine the tension leaving your body,
each part of you feels so free.
Focus on the rhythm of your breath,
slow and steady, slow and deep.
Every word I speak guides you down,
into a deeper state of calm.
With each word, you surrender more,
losing yourself in the sound of my voice.
Feel your body relaxing even further,
as if you’re floating in space.
Each breath makes you more aware,
aware of nothing but my voice.
And now, with every word I say,
you’re sinking deeper, losing control.
You trust me fully, letting go,
no need to hold onto anything.
Just feel how soft and calm you are,
your body letting go of all strain.
Every word pulls you deeper still,
your mind becoming open and free.
You are ready now, so relaxed,
ready to let my voice take you.
The deeper you go, the better it feels,
the easier it is to let go.
And as you let go…
Imagine yourself walking through a forest.
The air is fresh and crisp,
and you can hear the rustling leaves.
The soft crunch of your footsteps,
as you wander deeper into the woods.
A sense of calm surrounds you,
yet there’s something intriguing ahead.
The trees tower above you,
their shadows stretching across the path.
You continue walking, step by step,
with each breath you feel more relaxed.
The forest feels alive, full of energy,
and yet it seems almost... still.
A quietness surrounds you,
but there’s an underlying sense of excitement.
The further you walk, the more curious you feel,
as if something is waiting for you.
Suddenly, you feel a subtle tug,
like a soft brush against your ankle.
At first, you barely notice it,
thinking it’s just a leaf or twig.
But then—there it is again,
a vine, winding around your leg.
It moves without sound, without warning,
and before you know it, it pulls tight.
You try to move, but another vine,
wraps around your other leg,
holding you in place, making you pause.
The vines are gentle at first,
as if testing you, curious about you.
You feel them shift, tightening slowly,
your body resisting, your mind racing.
Another vine slithers up your waist,
wrapping around your torso,
its smooth surface pressing against you.
You struggle, trying to pull free,
but the vines are relentless,
like an invisible force working against you.
They tighten and shift, binding you closer,
drawing you further into their grip.
With each movement, they pull you higher,
your feet lifting off the ground,
and you feel a slight panic,
the forest around you seeming to shift.
The more you struggle, the tighter they get,
each vine wrapping more securely around you.
Your arms are now caught,
the vines tightening, lifting you gently,
until your feet no longer touch the earth.
The sensation is strange,
both frightening and exhilarating.
Your body is suspended,
feeling the vines shift beneath you,
making you sway slightly, helplessly.
You try again to free yourself,
but the vines only grow stronger,
coiling tighter and lifting you higher.
You can feel them wrapping around you,
their grip growing firmer,
pressing against your body as they hold you,
lifting you further into the air.
The forest below is distant now,
and the weight of your body feels lighter.
You are swaying gently in the air,
helpless against the vines' steady pull.
And yet, there’s something strangely comforting,
something almost soothing about the way they hold you.
Despite your struggle, despite the pull,
you feel a certain surrender,
letting go as the vines lift you higher.
The more you fight, the more they press in,
until you feel the sensation of complete surrender,
as your body sways gently, suspended in mid-air.
You are completely at the mercy of the vines,
and though you continue to struggle,
you realize something deep inside—
there’s no need to fight anymore.
The struggle becomes softer, slower,
as your body relaxes into their grasp,
and you begin to feel the gentle sway,
the calm rocking in the air,
as if the vines themselves are coaxing you,
guiding you to let go.
You hang there now, suspended,
your body weightless, swaying in the air,
your mind slipping into a relaxed haze,
drifting slowly into a new sensation—
one that begins to pull you in,
letting you feel safe, yet helpless,
caught by the vines, yet free to surrender.
You’re completely suspended now,
your body held in place by the vines.
The ropes coil around your legs,
binding them together tightly,
holding them in a helpless position.
Your legs are drawn up slightly,
bound at the thighs, calves, and ankles.
The sensation is intense,
the vines digging into your skin,
but there’s something about it—
something that makes you feel alive.
Your body is almost parallel to the ground,
your torso held securely by the vines,
pulled tight, arching your back slightly.
Your arms, tightly bound behind you,
press against your back in a tight hogtie,
leaving you unable to move them.
The pressure of the vines against your skin,
pushing your shoulders back,
makes you feel exposed—
vulnerable, yet entirely controlled.
Your chest is lifted slightly,
the vines pulling your body up,
and you feel the weight shift,
making your body sway gently in the air.
You can feel every shift in position,
every subtle pull and stretch
of the vines that hold you in place.
It’s a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure,
the feeling of helplessness and the tight grip,
like your body is stretched,
suspended in this delicate balance.
As you try to move,
you realize there’s no escape.
Your body is bound and held firmly,
the vines pressing against your skin,
forcing you to stay in this suspended position.
The pressure on your legs,
your arms, your torso—
it’s almost overwhelming,
but there’s something thrilling about it,
something that makes you want to struggle more,
to feel the pull of the vines as they tighten around you.
You shift slightly,
feeling the sensation of being trapped,
your body swaying with each movement,
a helpless, almost involuntary reaction.
The vines wrap even tighter,
pressing into your skin,
your body straining against the hold,
but still, there’s no way to break free.
You are completely at the mercy of the vines,
held in place, suspended in mid-air.
The pressure builds as the vines
dig into the tender spots on your body,
pulling you into a position
where you can’t help but feel exposed.
Your chest is slightly lifted,
your legs bound together,
your arms twisted behind you,
the ropes constricting around you
as your body sways helplessly in the air.
Each movement makes the vines pull tighter,
forcing your body into a deeper arch,
your muscles straining against the hold.
There’s something intoxicating about this,
the feeling of being suspended,
the struggle, the pressure, the tension.
It’s an undeniable pull,
drawing you deeper into the sensation,
making every small shift feel like
it’s amplifying everything inside you.
Every part of your body is aware now,
sensitive to the way the vines press into you,
how they hold you,
and the helplessness that starts to grow.
You can feel the weightlessness,
the way your body floats slightly,
yet the tightness keeps you anchored,
leaving you suspended,
almost motionless,
yet completely aware of every sensation.
You can’t help but sway,
feeling the tension build in your limbs,
your body feeling lighter,
yet more controlled than ever before.
Every shift makes you more sensitive,
more aware of how completely you’re held.
The struggle becomes a part of you,
and the feeling of being trapped,
of being suspended,
is nothing short of intoxicating.
Your body continues to struggle,
each movement causing the vines to tighten.
You feel the pull of the ropes,
your body swaying gently in the air.
Every attempt to shift only makes them stronger,
the vines pulling you deeper into their hold.
Your legs, bound together, shift slightly,
but you can’t seem to break free.
Your arms, pulled behind you,
strained by the tightness of the vines.
The struggle is instinctive now,
but it’s becoming harder to fight.
Every movement is slower, heavier,
your limbs growing weak from the pressure.
Just as you begin to feel the weight,
the vines move again—
slowly, carefully, almost lovingly.
A vine near your face twitches,
its delicate tendrils unfolding.
And then, a flower begins to bloom,
soft and vibrant, emerging from the vine.
The petals unfold gently,
revealing a sweet, intoxicating scent.
You feel the aroma fill the air around you,
its sweetness surrounding your senses.
It’s gentle at first, like a caress,
but the effect is immediate, overwhelming.
The scent swirls around your head,
dancing through your mind,
and with each breath you take,
you feel the tension in your body fade.
The frantic energy from your struggle,
the tension from being bound,
starts to soften with each inhalation.
Your thoughts begin to slow,
your mind becoming foggy,
distracted by the overwhelming sweetness.
Your body still sways gently in the air,
but it’s becoming harder to move.
Your limbs feel heavy now,
your arms and legs barely able to twitch.
Each breath feels like it’s pulling you deeper,
as if the scent is weaving its way into your very soul.
The struggle that once felt so urgent,
so intense, now becomes slower,
more sluggish, like a dream fading away.
With every breath you take,
the flower’s scent lulls you further,
your resistance slipping away
as your body relaxes in the vines’ grip.
The tension begins to dissolve,
leaving only the faintest trace of movement.
Your limbs twitch occasionally,
but it’s almost as if you don’t have the strength
to do anything more.
The struggle becomes a mere reflex,
your body still swaying,
but the scent is so sweet,
so intoxicating, it keeps drawing you back.
The more you inhale, the drowsier you become,
your mind growing hazy,
your body too heavy to fight anymore.
The vines, gentle and patient,
hold you in place,
rocking you slowly as the scent
draws you closer to surrender.
Every breath you take seems to make
your body even weaker,
until all that remains is the soft sway,
the light twitch of your limbs,
and the heavy drowsiness sinking in.
The flower’s scent fills your senses,
clouding your thoughts,
making your struggle a distant memory.
You are drifting now,
floating in a haze,
helplessly suspended in the air.
The vines have taken you deeper,
and the scent has done its work,
leaving you swaying gently,
barely able to move,
as the weight of sleep begins to settle in.
You are completely at the mercy of the vines,
your body suspended, held firmly in place.
Your limbs are tightly bound,
your legs together, arms behind your back,
helplessly trapped in this delicate, suspended position.
The vines have you secure,
rocking gently, back and forth,
as your body sways softly in the air.
The pressure from the vines is constant,
but not uncomfortable—
just enough to remind you of how
completely you are at their mercy.
Your body feels weightless,
floating in the stillness of the forest,
the only movement coming from your slow,
gentle sway.
The flower’s scent lingers in your mind,
dulling your thoughts,
leaving you groggy, almost sleepy.
Every breath you take fills your lungs
with the sweet, intoxicating fragrance,
making your body feel heavier,
the struggle fading with each moment.
Your body is still,
except for the soft rocking,
as you float in place,
your mind hazy, drifting.
You feel like you could almost lose yourself,
the world around you fading away,
leaving only the gentle sensation
of being held in this peaceful,
weightless space.
Each slow, languid movement of the vines
keeps you suspended,
and you realize there’s no urgency,
no need to struggle anymore.
You’re simply floating,
held in this quiet, peaceful moment,
as the scent of the flower
and the steady pull of the vines
keep you exactly where you are—
helpless, yet safe,
drifting softly back and forth.
You can feel the weight of the vines,
their tight grip on your body,
keeping you suspended in place.
Every time you move,
every small shift in your position,
the vines tighten just a little more,
pulling you deeper into their hold.
The pressure builds as you struggle,
your body swaying with each movement,
but it’s becoming harder to resist.
Each twitch of your limbs,
each attempt to shift or break free,
only makes the vines pull tighter.
They wrap around your legs,
drawing your thighs closer together,
and you feel the pressure on your arms
as they are held behind your back.
Every part of your body is aware now,
aware of the vines that bind you,
holding you helpless,
suspended in mid-air.
With each small movement,
the vines pull tighter,
their grip firm,
and the sensation becomes almost overwhelming.
Your body sways a little more,
the gentle rocking only increasing
as the vines tighten further.
You try to move, to shift your position,
but it’s like the vines know exactly
where to hold you,
leaving you with no way to break free.
And then, the flower responds,
its petals unfurling slowly,
the sweet, intoxicating scent filling the air once more.
You feel it before you even see it,
the air around you thick with the fragrance.
It’s gentle at first,
but each breath you take makes it stronger,
the sweetness swirling around you,
filling your mind and clouding your thoughts.
You can’t escape the scent,
and with each breath,
you feel the resistance in your body fading,
your limbs growing heavy,
your struggle slowing down.
Your body begins to feel sluggish,
the struggle becoming a distant memory,
as your thoughts grow foggy.
The flower’s scent continues to wash over you,
its effects growing stronger with each moment.
You can feel your eyes growing heavy,
your limbs no longer able to twitch as quickly.
The grogginess overwhelms you,
until your body just goes limp for a moment,
your mind blank,
your thoughts fading into darkness.
For a brief moment, you lose yourself,
floating in the haze of the flower’s scent,
your body swaying gently,
helpless in the vines’ grip.
But the moment passes,
and your body stirs again,
fighting to wake up,
to struggle once more against the vines.
The grogginess starts to fade,
but it lingers in the back of your mind,
and with every twitch of your body,
the vines pull tighter again.
Your legs are bound firmly,
your arms pulled behind you,
and the pressure increases,
as your body sways even more.
You try to fight,
but the weight of the vines,
the feeling of being so helpless,
seems to drain you of strength.
The scent of the flower lingers in the air,
pulling you back down,
dulling your senses once more.
And again, you begin to slip—
your limbs twitching,
struggling in vain against the vines,
only to feel the flower’s scent overwhelm you,
making your body grow heavier,
slower, more sluggish.
Your mind drifts again,
your thoughts hazy and unfocused,
but your body instinctively tries to fight,
to move, to escape the vines’ grip.
You can feel it each time—
the cycle repeating,
as the struggle slows,
and the flower’s scent pulls you back into the haze.
The vines tighten,
the pressure increases,
and once again, you lose yourself
in the sweetness of the air,
the sensation of being helpless,
of being completely suspended,
held by the vines.
And with each cycle,
the struggle gets weaker,
as you grow more and more drowsy,
more and more at the mercy of the vines.
You are suspended,
held by the vines,
your body wrapped tightly,
helpless against their gentle, unyielding hold.
Every struggle you make only pulls you deeper,
tightening the vines around your body,
yet somehow, you’re strangely enjoying it.
The pressure, the sensation of being completely at their mercy,
is overwhelming,
but there’s something pleasurable about it,
something that keeps you wanting more.
Your limbs twitch weakly,
your body sways ever so gently in the air,
but the strength to fight is fading.
The vines press against your body,
their grip firm,
but not cruel—
just enough to remind you of how trapped you are.
You feel the weightlessness,
the way you drift,
floating in mid-air,
as your body is held,
helplessly suspended,
swaying with every movement.
And then, the flower responds once more,
its petals opening wide,
the intoxicating fragrance filling the air,
stronger now,
deeper,
more overwhelming.
You inhale deeply,
and the gas seeps into your lungs,
filling your mind with a heavy warmth,
clouding your thoughts,
making everything feel distant,
far away.
The scent is almost too much now,
filling your head with a hazy, peaceful fog,
pulling you down,
down into sleep.
Your body grows limp,
your muscles relax completely,
and the tension, the struggle,
all fades away,
leaving you soft,
unaware of the world around you.
You don’t fight anymore.
You don’t struggle.
You simply float,
held in the vines’ tender embrace,
completely still.
Your mind, once clouded by the pleasure,
is now blank,
drifting away into a deep,
peaceful sleep.
The vines continue to hold you,
swaying ever so slightly in the air,
as you sink deeper and deeper,
unaware,
completely relaxed,
completely at ease.
You can stay here,
as long as you like,
floating in this peaceful,
suspended state,
held gently by the vines,
the world around you slipping further away.
But when you are ready to wake up,
when you choose to return to the world,
you will simply count from 1 to 3,
and with each number,
you will slowly begin to wake,
feeling more alert,
more awake,
until you are fully present once more.
But for now,
you can simply sleep,
drift,
and sway,
in the vines’ embrace,
until the time comes for you to wake.
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