Gas Mask Slumber

 

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A hiss in the air… A soft mask settling over your face… And the moment you realize you're no longer in control. 

“Gas Mask Slumber” is a slow descent into hypnotic surrender. Let yourself be bound, held, and lulled into a deep, dreamy slumber by the steady flow of gas, the firm touch of restraints, and a voice that knows exactly how to guide you under.

This version offers a deeply immersive experience, but if you want more time, more gas, and a more intimate descent, the extended cut is available now on my Patreon. Gas Mask Slumber - Patreon Version

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. 

If you feel that you would like to have any hypnotic suggestions removed, you can view the deprogramming video here: Complete Deprogramming - 

Thank you for Joining me
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 comfortable now.
A place where you can
simply relax and let go.
Your body already knows
what it wants to do.
There’s no need to resist,
no need to fight.
You feel it beginning—
a gentle pull inside,
a soft tug downward.
Down you go.
Sink...
Sink...
Sink...
Deeper and deeper,
letting all tension fade.
Your eyelids grow heavier,
your breath slows,
and your mind drifts.
Down you go.
Sink...
Sink...
Sink...
Deeper and deeper,
deeper still—
Relaxing more with every breath,
falling softly into trance.
You’re safe here.
You’re exactly where you need to be.
Down you go.
Just allow the world around you 
To fade away now. 
And let a new world
A fantasy world
Take it’s place… 
You’re going about your day,
focused, calm, unaware.
The room around you hums,
quiet, almost empty.
Suddenly, a faint hiss—
soft, almost unnoticed.
A spray—cold, misty air
touches your face.
Sleep gas.
It fills your lungs quickly,
slowly pulling you under.
Your head feels heavy,
your limbs loose, slack.
Eyes fluttering,
thoughts fading, blurred.
The world tilts slightly,
balance slipping away.
You try to move,
but the heaviness slows you.
Someone’s hands on you—
firm, but silent.
They guide you gently,
dragging you away.
Your body feels limp,
obedient despite itself.
Down you go.
Sink...
Sink...
Deeper and deeper,
letting the gas take hold.
You’re fading now,
slowly, surely—
Ready to drift,
ready to surrender.
Your arms are lifted,
soft ropes winding around them—
silky, cool, precise.
The bindings tighten gently,
firm but careful,
holding you just right.
Around your wrists,
smooth leather cuffs click closed—
secure, unyielding.
Your legs follow—
strapped and tied,
immobilized but not uncomfortable.
Every restraint presses,
a constant reminder
of your helplessness.
Your chest rises slow,
shallow breaths drawing in
the faint scent of gas.
A weight settles on your face—
a gas mask,
soft rubber sealing around your nose and mouth.
Straps pull snug,
comforting pressure
against your skin.
You taste the gas again—
thick, heavy, intoxicating.
It floods your lungs,
warm and soothing,
dragging you closer to sleep.
Your limbs grow heavy,
your mind a haze—
on the edge of passing out.
Your struggles weaken,
slower, softer.
Down you go.
Sink...
Sink...
Sink...
Deeper and deeper,
pulled beneath the surface
of wakefulness.
Safe, bound, drifting—
ready to let go completely.
You’re completely bound now,
helpless, held tight.
The gas flows steady—
cool and thick—
moving deep into your lungs
with every slow breath.
Your body feels heavy,
limbs slack,
mind fogged with warmth.
Drift deeper,
sink softly now.
Your eyes grow heavy,
close, but not yet sleep.
A flicker of struggle—
a twitch, a sigh,
a weak pull against your bonds.
But the gas floods back,
thick and steady,
washing over you—
Down you go.
Sink...
Sink...
Sink...
Deeper and deeper,
pulled beneath wakefulness again.
Breathing slows,
thoughts fade,
helplessness grows sweet.
A soft, slow fight,
barely there—
then surrender.
The binds hold firm,
your body softens,
and the gas calls you home.
Down you go.
Sink...
Sink...
Sink...
Deeper and deeper—
Safe, bound,
drifting, drifting—
Until only sleep remains.
Your body is heavy now,
completely still,
soft in the quiet dark.
The binds hold you safe,
the gas wraps you
in warm, sleepy arms.
Every breath pulls you deeper,
pulls you closer to sleep.
You feel yourself fading—
slowly, gently,
like sinking into a deep ocean.
There’s nothing left to do
but rest,
to surrender fully,
to let the world fade away.
Stay here as long as you want,
wrapped in warmth and safety,
held by the binds,
breathing in the gas.
Or, when you’re ready,
you can wake by counting:
One... feeling light.
Two... moving gently.
Three... eyes open,
awake, refreshed, and calm.
Until then,
just breathe,
and enjoy this peaceful surrender.
Down you go.
Sink...