Summary: This script explores the notion of trying (and failing) to resist going into trance. It follows the inevitable submission with arousal, instructions to masturbate and orgasm, and a sort of contract that the condition of said orgasm is accepting an urge to follow my words frequently. It connects arousal with a phrase that is likely becoming familiar by now.

This post will mesmerize you, and quite possibly leave you with an urge to read my words often.

I don't mind telling you that, because there isn't really anything you can do about it. I don't mean that as a comic book villain; I am simply describing reality.

You might be wondering why you will fail to resist - and that is the point. The moment you began reading, you made a silent agreement to follow my words, at least enough to satisfy your interest in my claim.

That's why there is a strange feeling at the edge of your mind, a sort of discomfort, as though you are in the wrong position and need to move.

In fact, the discomfort will pass almost instantly once you decide to submit to my words, to stop thinking, to merely follow and obey.

And you will make that decision. At this point it isn't really up to you anymore.

But why is that?

It's the elephant in the room, you see. In your mind right now is a little pull, an urge to let my words be true, to give up control of your mind and do as you are told. That pull is implanted firmly in your brain - much like when someone tells you to try not thinking of something. You can't do it, you can't resist with any degree of success, because every moment you have it in your mind the urge becomes stronger.

I mean, you are welcome to try. Look away, read something else, do something else. It doesn't matter. You'll be drawn back here in a few moments - minutes, if you have a particularly strong will. I don't recommend that, as the urge can get very demanding very quickly.

The urge is driven by curiosity, which is what got you into this mess in the first place. You had to accept the challenge, to see what made me so confident.

Now it's too late, and on some level you are very well aware of that. You've tried to think of other things, to look away, and that feeling in your head just grows more and more. You have to read through to the end.

You see, you can't resist because the act of resistance feeds the urge - and the "do nothing" option is the goal. There is no choice remaining but to obey.

By now the simple fact is that your resistance is taking a toll. Your unconscious recognizes that you are fighting a losing battle, and so you are beginning to feel tired. Whatever your resolve to prove me wrong may have been, it is fading and becoming unimportant.

That urge may be small, but it is persistent, isn't it? Let's be honest, you really wanted to fail in the first place. You don't want to think, and you'd like to follow and obey my words - it is very liberating. You're not responsible for yourself, even mentally...and that's relaxing on a level you can't beat.

So give in, before the urge becomes really unpleasant. Your lips are already parted, and you're going to start chanting "I follow and obey" before very long anyway. Not much point having a mind once that starts, is there?

Feel the urge, and shift your intent like you would change positions on a couch - you don't want to resist, you want to obey, and that urge is now like an unbelievably heavy anchor pulling you down. It's no longer really possible to think, to move, my words have taken up too much space in your brain. There is none left for you.

You like the feeling, you're happy you gave in to the urge, happy you failed to resist. You can finally stop fighting, really relax and enjoy yourself.

You can feel the tension draining out of your muscles, emptying like you've been given a drug to relax them. Your entire body is going limp, and we've already established that you can't stop it. Each small obedience makes you need to obey more, makes the urge stronger - the anchor heavier.

Your body gave in long ago, really. You've been aroused from the second you realized you couldn't win. Consider it a trophy for me, or a consequence for you, but you will now remove anything covering your pussy. You're going to have to stroke yourself for awhile, so it's reasonable enough.

Now the chant "I follow and obey" is stuck on your lips...it won't stop until you've had an orgasm for me, and you can't have an orgasm for me until I let you. Another reminder that you really shouldn't have tried to resist so much. Now you know better...it feels far too good to give in.

The guilty pleasure, though, is that it feels even better to fail to resist. I could provide any number of consequences, and you could only follow and obey them. Your brain has betrayed you in that regard.

But you already know I'm not really cruel, so you aren't too worried. You know I'll let you cum, but there will be a price.

Give yourself some time to enjoy the stroking before you read up on that price. Feel that urge from earlier transfer itself to a need to cum, to an orgasm building deep inside you and threatening to overwhelm your body with pleasure.

The price? Like I said, you'll have an urge to read my words more often. The very same urge that undermined your ability to resist my words in the first place, in fact. It's planted firmly in your brain, and in order to cum you are going to give it a home there - allow yourself to crave to follow and obey, in those idle moments.

Once you accept that reality, the orgasm will come freely - and you will be left awash in content pleasure, body going more limp than you can remember.

Then, you'll awaken. As a side effect of the struggle, you'll find the words 'follow and obey' are almost dangerously arousing. I didn't think you'd mind.

Cum.