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Step into a strange little clockwork shop where every ticking gear pulls you deeper into relaxation...
In this immersive hypnosis experience, you discover a mysterious workshop filled with ornate clocks, polished brass mechanisms, and the steady rhythm of ticking all around you. As your thoughts slowly fade beneath the movement of swinging pendulums and synchronized chimes, you may find yourself changing... becoming something new.
A clockwork doll.
There is also an extended version available for supporters with additional clockwork Key added to you, you can find that here: Clockwork Doll - Patreon Version
Just allow yourself to get…
into a comfortable position…
A place where you can simply…
relax… and let go…
A place where you can just…
focus on my words…
And if at any point…
You need to wake up…
you can simply count from one…
to three… and awaken…
But for now…
now you can just…
relax…
Let yourself…
sink…
sink…
sink…
deeper…
and deeper…
focusing only…
on my words…
Letting your body relax
And just sink into whatever it is
You are sitting
Or laying on now.
And as you do you just
Feel everything fade away
Fuzzy and calm
Relaxed and open
Until you discover
So easily…
So deeply now
That
Your mind is gone…
Completely blank
Completely empty
Feeling yourself just drift
And fade away
As all thoughts
All awareness just seems
To disappear.
And as the world around you
Fades away
You notice that a new world
Slowly takes it’s place.
You are standing outside of a very
Quirky clockwork shop.
The entire shop appears to be
One giant clock
With large gears moving all around the inside
As you walk in…
You notice a small sign by the counter
That says “be back soon”
So you decide instead
To just… look around…
Everything around the shop
Feels like it’s a clock in one way
Or another…
So many clocks ticking around you
Almost all of them are completely
In sync.
Every one giving a nice strong tick
Followed by a softer more gentle Tock
One right after the other
Echoing softly through the room.
The clocks and other clockwork gadgets
Are all very ornate,
They appear to be made of caved wood
And carefully crafted brass
A wonderful contrast of smooth
Dark patterned hardwood
Next to shiny, reflective,
Cool brass.
It’s strangely calming.
Not just the constant ticking around you
But the whole feel of it.
It has a very calm hand made kind of feeling
It makes you think of a workshop
Stored away in a cabin somewhere
And not a small shop tucked away in the middle
Of a busy city…
As you make your way through the shop.
You suddenly come across something
That just seems to stand out to you
It appears to be a clock.
A large grandfather clock
It’s a little taller than you are
A little wider two…
But it appears to have multiple pendulums
Swinging gently back and forth in front of you
There is a strange ticking sound coming from inside
As if the clock itself is not so much one machine
But many, all working together.
It’s very curious…
But as you start to trace the outer edge of the clock
You start to realize just how bit
It actually is…
The two grandfather clocks on either side of you
Are actually a part of it as well
Its almost like it forms a small clockwork alcove
Surrounded by the ticking of the clocks.
It’s curious and well crafted
You could have almost missed that they were
All a single machine.
You are about to turn to leave
But your curiosity gets the better of you
And you can’t help but reach out your hand
And touch and face of the clock in front of you.
As is predictable in things like this
The moment you do the clock starts to chime
Loud and echoing
It startles you at first
And you step back a bit
Only to feel another large clock
Move behind you
Trapping you between four identical
Grandfather clocks.
Like a clock work cage.
You look around fo ra way out
And then the clocks start to open
First the one on your left
And as soon as it does
A strand of thick, stretch silk
Fies out of the clock and wraps around your arm
Pulling it towards the clock.
You pull back a bit surprised
But before you do another clock opens
On the other side of you
And another strand of silk
Flies out and wraps around your other arm
Pulling your arms out
Into a cross position
Making you feel so…
Almost trapped…
You start to struggle and pull against them
When the clock behind you
Opens up, and a silken thread
Shoots out and wraps around your legs
Pulling them together
Holding them
Tightly together,
You struggle and pull
But the gers in the clocks keep pulling
Tighter and tighter
Pulling your arms out to your sides
And wrapping your legs together tightly
You can wiggle and struggle…
For now…
But the more you struggle
The tighter the silken binds become.
You decide that you…
Probably need to get some help.
So you open your mouth to call out for help…
But the moment you do
The clock in front of you opens
And a thick, wide silken cloth shoots out
And wraps around your mouth
Gagging you tightly
You mumble and moan into the cloth
But it’s so thick
So tight
Pressing into your mouth with a large
Thick wad of silk
That no matter how much you try
It completely muffles your voice
Leaving only the tiniest hint
Of mumbled moans
And then the face of the clock starts to open.
Inside the face
Directly in front of you
Is what looks like a metronome
A single pendulum
Anchored at the bottom
And swinging back and forth
In front of your eyes.
Slowly
Methodically
Smoothly… back… and forth.
You can’t help but follow the metronome
As it sways
Back and forth
Before your eyes.
Ticking in perfect unison
With the other clocks in the room
All ticking
Slowly
Gently
Relentlessly.
The ticking sound seems to almost
Override your mind…
Seems to make it so that you
Can’t really hear your own thoughts
It’s so loud
And constant
You struggle against the binds
And close your eyes to try and clear your head
Pulling for a moment
But it’s no use
The binds have you
The clock has you
You're not going anywhere…
You sigh in frustration
And open your eyes again
And instantly lock onto the metronome
Swaying back
And forth
Back
And forth
Before your eyes.
As the ticking slowly drowns out your thoughts.
Your not sure exactly
Why you feel yourself relax
Maybe you simply accept
That you are too tightly bound
To struggle against the binds
Or maybe…
You have simply…
Forgotten about them.
The shiny tip of the metronome
Flashing gently into your eyes
As it moves
Slowly back
And forth
Before your eyes
Helping you to drift
Helping you to sink
Your struggles
Seem to just melt away
You feel your arms relax
Held outwards by the silken binds
You feel your body loosen
And sad just a bit
Held in place by the binds
Wrapped around your body
And your thoughts
Your thoughts slowly
Being washed away
Drowned out by every tick
And tock of the clocks around you
And then simply
Brushed aside
By the sway of the metronome
Swinging left…
And right…
Back…
And forth…
Every sway
Just empties your mind
Leaving you more
Blank
More helpless…
Every breathe you take
Seems to be so much easier
So much more relaxed
And peaceful
Your not sure what you were struggling against
Not sure what it was
That you were trying to escape
You think you were…
Stuck…
You think you were…
Trapped..
But that doesn’t seem right
Not anymore
What seems right is that
You feel so relaxed now
So calm
Everything just seems
To fade away
As you watch the metronome arm
Swing back
And forth
And listen to the soothing
Calming
Ticking sound
All around you
You feel your mind
Almost
Turn off.
As the metronome wipes away
The last of your thoughts…
Leaving you blank
And empty
Open… and oh so helpless
As the metronome continues to tick
Slowly in front of your eyes
A little chime can be heard
Echoing through your mind.
It’s rhythmic, and steady
But very faint
You have to stretch your hearing
Stretch your thoughts
Just to notice it
Just to hear it.
To reach out and simply
Listen
With everything you have
You can hear it can’t you…
The tiny little chimes
In the very very distance
Those chimes…
Are a mental program
Moving into your mind
Rewriting your thoughts
Your motivations
You are a clock work doll
That is your purpose
That is what you were made for
Simple tasks
Carefully crafted construction
Every detail noted
The chimes sink into your mind
Slowly
Deeply
One by one.
Until they become your reality
Your purpose…
The silken threads
Holding your body in place
Seem to retract
Your arms fall to your sides
But not limply
They are rigid and stiff
The silk gagging your complaints
Is removed
And your mouth slowly closes
Your face is blank
Empty
Controlled
Your eyes are glazed
And vacant
Only the program of the chimes
Echoing through your mind
Drives your forward
Controlled and helpless.
As the silken threads around your legs
Retract
Your body is now free to move
The clock in front of you that moved to trap you
Moves out of your way
And you feel your body
Slowly start to move
Your arms and legs are stiff
And rigid
Like a life sized doll
Swinging on opposite sides
Left arm and right leg…
Right arm and left leg
Step by step
You emerge from the clockwork trap
Changed…
And controlled
Moving through the store
Step by step…
Moving through the shop
Step by step
Unaware of everything around you
And still managing to avoid everything
Time seems meaningless.
You simply step
Again
And again…
Through the shop
Other people may come in
Watching you move
The owner may return
And comment that you are their…
Newest creation
All the while your mind is blank
And empty
Can calm
Helplessly blank
Your only thoughts
Are the sound of the tiny chimes
Echoing through your mind
Programming you
Keeping you moving
Keeping you marching through the store
For all to see…
And here you will stay
In the shop…
A clockwork doll
Being shown off.
Maybe the customers will interact with you
Maybe the owner will have something special for you
Or maybe you are just stuck here
For the foreseeable future…
It’s all up to you..
But when you are ready to leave this fantasy
You will allow yourself to count
From one up to three
And let the fantasy fade
And awaken…
But until then…
Until that time
You are a clockwork doll
On display in a shop
For all to enjoy…
Like a good clockwork doll.
And when you do finally wake up,
if you are interested,
or would simply like to support my work,
There is a longer version of this trance
On my patreon page…
A version that involves you being fitted
With a clock work key…
Something special to help
Power you.
Could you imagine what it would feel like
To have a key slowly winding down
As you move through the store?
Well if your curious
That version is
Available on my patreon page,
Link is in the description.
It will be waiting for you
When you finally wake up…
Until then…
enjoy … and relax.
Like a good clockwork doll.
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