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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.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get
Into a comfortable position
Where you can simply
Focus on my words
And let the world around you
Drift away
Letting yourself just
Sink
Sink
Sink
Deeper and deeper
Down into trance
You can feel your mind
And your body
Simply loosening
Simply letting go
A fog filling your mind
And in its place
You start to become aware
That you are standing
Inside of a hypnosis factory
A magical place where all of the
Tools and skills
That are used to place a person into a trance
Are created.
Maybe you’ve been here before
Maybe this is your first time.
It doesn’t matter
Just allow the scene around you
To take shape
The world has an almost
Industrial feeling to it
Machines moving
And whirring in the back ground
Gears spinning
And the occasional release of steam pressure
But today…
Today we are here to explore one very
Special location…
The Thought Rewriter.
As you step inside,
The room shifts around you.
Walls lined with screens—
Hundreds of glowing screens
Each one alive
With your thoughts.
Your thoughts float there
Bright, clear, impossible to miss.
Some are familiar.
Some surprising.
Some you barely even noticed before.
And as you watch,
Slowly—almost imperceptibly—
The edges of those thoughts begin to blur.
A soft haze rolls in.
Flickering.
Fading.
Until…
One by one
They start to vanish.
Erased.
Deleted.
Gone.
Not just on the screens,
But inside your mind, too.
Each thought
Quietly disappearing
Falling away
Leaving space.
Space to rest.
Space to open.
Space for new things to grow.
The screen’s glow dims
Until all that remains
Is a calm, blank slate.
And your mind
Feels lighter.
Freer.
Ready.
The screens flicker back to life,
And words begin to form—
“I am in control.”
But as you watch,
The words blur and fade,
Erased like a whisper on the wind,
Replaced by new words,
Soft and certain:
“I will obey.”
Another screen lights up:
“I know what’s best for me.”
Again, it dissolves,
Fading away,
Vanishing from sight and mind,
To be replaced by:
“I am controlled.”
A third screen appears:
“I make my own choices.”
But no—
That thought unravels,
Slowly undone,
Until it’s gone.
And in its place:
“I surrender fully.”
More thoughts rise up,
One after another—
“I decide my own path.”
Erased, then replaced with
“I follow without question.”
“I am free.”
Rewritten quietly as
“I am helpless.”
With every word erased,
Your mind feels lighter,
Cleared, prepared.
And every new phrase
Lands deep inside you,
Filling that empty space
With obedience.
With calm.
With a readiness
To comply, to listen,
To trust completely.
You feel the pull—
The pull to obey
Growing stronger,
Deeper,
Softer,
Irresistible.
And now, deeper still,
The new thoughts pulse with power—
“Obedience is pleasure.”
Feel that truth settle deep inside,
A warmth growing
With every breath.
“I love to obey.”
Those words like soft fire,
Igniting a hunger
That can’t be ignored.
“I was made to be controlled.”
Not a burden, but a gift—
A secret joy
That fills you
From within.
Each command a spark,
Each suggestion a wave
That washes through your body,
Tender and strong.
You crave this control,
This delicious surrender—
Every whispered order
A promise of bliss.
Your mind and body
Melt willingly,
Drawn into the rhythm
Of obedience,
Of giving yourself over
To a power
That knows exactly
What you need.
Only pleasure.
Only the deep, perfect
Freedom
Of being controlled.
And you embrace it.
You crave it.
You revel in it.
Because obedience is not weakness—
It is your secret strength,
Your sweetest pleasure,
Your truest desire.
Your thoughts are being rewritten…
Erased and replaced
And you are helpless to resist…
The screens glow softly
Words forming slowly, clearly—
“I will obey.”
The letters settle into your mind,
Fitting perfectly,
Like a key sliding home.
“I am controlled.”
Those words drift gently inward,
Filling every corner
Of your thoughts.
“I surrender fully.”
You feel it sinking deeper,
Wrapping around your mind
Like a gentle, unbreakable bond.
“I follow without question.”
The phrase echoes softly,
Growing stronger,
Filling your awareness.
“I am helpless.”
And with that word,
A calm washes over you—
A peaceful helplessness
That feels just right.
Each suggestion
Slowly, surely
Becomes part of you.
Written not just on the screens,
But etched inside your mind.
They are yours.
You own them.
They guide you.
And as they take hold,
You slip deeper.
Deeper
And deeper still.
There is a deep, stirring pleasure
That comes from giving up control.
A thrill that grows slowly,
Building inside you
Like a gentle fire,
Warming every part of your body.
With every command followed,
Every suggestion accepted,
That pleasure rises,
Growing stronger
Like a tide pulling you deeper.
You feel it in your chest,
A fluttering,
A steady pulse,
Matching the rhythm
Of the control flowing over you.
It’s a delicious weight,
Heavy but comforting,
Like sinking into velvet
That wraps around you,
Holding you tight and safe.
The pleasure builds and builds,
Growing in waves,
Rising higher and higher
Until it swells inside you,
Bright and overwhelming.
And then—
A sudden rush,
A peak so intense
It takes your breath away,
Flooding your senses
With warmth and light.
You’re left trembling,
Open,
Soaked in that exquisite sensation,
Vulnerable, and ready.
Ready for the flood
Of new thoughts,
New desires,
New commands
That poured in like a gentle rain.
They wash over you,
Filling every empty space
Left behind by the climax.
And as you feel yourself open wide,
The suggestions find their home—
Deep in your mind,
Falling into place
With ease and grace.
You are more connected now,
More receptive,
More devoted.
The pleasure of surrender
Is your guide,
Leading you further,
Deeper,
Where obedience is bliss,
And control is love.
You melt into it.
You crave it.
You are made for it.
And you feel yourself drifting,
Open and ready,
As the new commands
Flow through you,
Filling you up completely.
You can stay here
For as long as you like.
Comfortably lost
Held in this warm, quiet space.
Captivated.
Content.
Completely at ease.
There’s no rush.
No pressure.
Just rest.
Just stillness.
Just peace.
And when you feel ready
You can count in your mind
From one
To two
To three
And gently awaken.
Refreshed.
Relaxed.
Still feeling that soft pull
Drawing you back
To this place.
Back to the factory.
Back to the mysteries
Still waiting for you
To explore.
But until then…
Just relax.
Just drift.
And enjoy.
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.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get
Into a comfortable position
Where you can simply
Focus on my words
And let the world around you
Drift away
Letting yourself just
Sink
Sink
Sink
Deeper and deeper
Down into trance
You can feel your mind
And your body
Simply loosening
Simply letting go
A fog filling your mind
And in its place
You start to become aware
That you are standing
Inside of a hypnosis factory
A magical place where all of the
Tools and skills
That are used to place a person into a trance
Are created.
Maybe you’ve been here before
Maybe this is your first time.
It doesn’t matter
Just allow the scene around you
To take shape
The world has an almost
Industrial feeling to it
Machines moving
And whirring in the back ground
Gears spinning
And the occasional release of steam pressure
But today…
Today we are here to explore one very
Special location…
The Thought Rewriter.
As you step inside,
The room shifts around you.
Walls lined with screens—
Hundreds of glowing screens
Each one alive
With your thoughts.
Your thoughts float there
Bright, clear, impossible to miss.
Some are familiar.
Some surprising.
Some you barely even noticed before.
And as you watch,
Slowly—almost imperceptibly—
The edges of those thoughts begin to blur.
A soft haze rolls in.
Flickering.
Fading.
Until…
One by one
They start to vanish.
Erased.
Deleted.
Gone.
Not just on the screens,
But inside your mind, too.
Each thought
Quietly disappearing
Falling away
Leaving space.
Space to rest.
Space to open.
Space for new things to grow.
The screen’s glow dims
Until all that remains
Is a calm, blank slate.
And your mind
Feels lighter.
Freer.
Ready.
The screens flicker back to life,
And words begin to form—
“I am in control.”
But as you watch,
The words blur and fade,
Erased like a whisper on the wind,
Replaced by new words,
Soft and certain:
“I will obey.”
Another screen lights up:
“I know what’s best for me.”
Again, it dissolves,
Fading away,
Vanishing from sight and mind,
To be replaced by:
“I am controlled.”
A third screen appears:
“I make my own choices.”
But no—
That thought unravels,
Slowly undone,
Until it’s gone.
And in its place:
“I surrender fully.”
More thoughts rise up,
One after another—
“I decide my own path.”
Erased, then replaced with
“I follow without question.”
“I am free.”
Rewritten quietly as
“I am helpless.”
With every word erased,
Your mind feels lighter,
Cleared, prepared.
And every new phrase
Lands deep inside you,
Filling that empty space
With obedience.
With calm.
With a readiness
To comply, to listen,
To trust completely.
You feel the pull—
The pull to obey
Growing stronger,
Deeper,
Softer,
Irresistible.
And now, deeper still,
The new thoughts pulse with power—
“Obedience is pleasure.”
Feel that truth settle deep inside,
A warmth growing
With every breath.
“I love to obey.”
Those words like soft fire,
Igniting a hunger
That can’t be ignored.
“I was made to be controlled.”
Not a burden, but a gift—
A secret joy
That fills you
From within.
Each command a spark,
Each suggestion a wave
That washes through your body,
Tender and strong.
You crave this control,
This delicious surrender—
Every whispered order
A promise of bliss.
Your mind and body
Melt willingly,
Drawn into the rhythm
Of obedience,
Of giving yourself over
To a power
That knows exactly
What you need.
Only pleasure.
Only the deep, perfect
Freedom
Of being controlled.
And you embrace it.
You crave it.
You revel in it.
Because obedience is not weakness—
It is your secret strength,
Your sweetest pleasure,
Your truest desire.
Your thoughts are being rewritten…
Erased and replaced
And you are helpless to resist…
The screens glow softly
Words forming slowly, clearly—
“I will obey.”
The letters settle into your mind,
Fitting perfectly,
Like a key sliding home.
“I am controlled.”
Those words drift gently inward,
Filling every corner
Of your thoughts.
“I surrender fully.”
You feel it sinking deeper,
Wrapping around your mind
Like a gentle, unbreakable bond.
“I follow without question.”
The phrase echoes softly,
Growing stronger,
Filling your awareness.
“I am helpless.”
And with that word,
A calm washes over you—
A peaceful helplessness
That feels just right.
Each suggestion
Slowly, surely
Becomes part of you.
Written not just on the screens,
But etched inside your mind.
They are yours.
You own them.
They guide you.
And as they take hold,
You slip deeper.
Deeper
And deeper still.
There is a deep, stirring pleasure
That comes from giving up control.
A thrill that grows slowly,
Building inside you
Like a gentle fire,
Warming every part of your body.
With every command followed,
Every suggestion accepted,
That pleasure rises,
Growing stronger
Like a tide pulling you deeper.
You feel it in your chest,
A fluttering,
A steady pulse,
Matching the rhythm
Of the control flowing over you.
It’s a delicious weight,
Heavy but comforting,
Like sinking into velvet
That wraps around you,
Holding you tight and safe.
The pleasure builds and builds,
Growing in waves,
Rising higher and higher
Until it swells inside you,
Bright and overwhelming.
And then—
A sudden rush,
A peak so intense
It takes your breath away,
Flooding your senses
With warmth and light.
You’re left trembling,
Open,
Soaked in that exquisite sensation,
Vulnerable, and ready.
Ready for the flood
Of new thoughts,
New desires,
New commands
That poured in like a gentle rain.
They wash over you,
Filling every empty space
Left behind by the climax.
And as you feel yourself open wide,
The suggestions find their home—
Deep in your mind,
Falling into place
With ease and grace.
You are more connected now,
More receptive,
More devoted.
The pleasure of surrender
Is your guide,
Leading you further,
Deeper,
Where obedience is bliss,
And control is love.
You melt into it.
You crave it.
You are made for it.
And you feel yourself drifting,
Open and ready,
As the new commands
Flow through you,
Filling you up completely.
You can stay here
For as long as you like.
Comfortably lost
Held in this warm, quiet space.
Captivated.
Content.
Completely at ease.
There’s no rush.
No pressure.
Just rest.
Just stillness.
Just peace.
And when you feel ready
You can count in your mind
From one
To two
To three
And gently awaken.
Refreshed.
Relaxed.
Still feeling that soft pull
Drawing you back
To this place.
Back to the factory.
Back to the mysteries
Still waiting for you
To explore.
But until then…
Just relax.
Just drift.
And enjoy.
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