By Miss Lilith
Dashing through the trance
In a mindless, empty state
Deeper down, we advance
Blinking slowly, thoughts deflate
The bells sound
Resistance resigned
Your mind bound
The jingle such a fine find
For pleasure is inbound
By Miss Lilith
Welcome, Sweetea. I…am Lilith and today I have been empowered by the holiday spirit to take your mind on a ride down, down, down into a magical, festive place where only joy may exist. Or…at least, where only joy should exist. But I like to cause chaos, so even though I’m going to take you deep down into that place of holiday spirit, laughter, and festive celebration, prepare your mind for more. So much more.
I need you to imagine something for me. Whether you can picture it or conceptualize it or simply think about it, I need you to bring to mind your favorite place. The most comfortable place. Where you can always relax and find that perfect balance in your mind, feeling your thoughts swept away as if they were soft, fluffy snow and my voice were a gust of wind. Keep that place in your mind. The safe place. The comfortable place. Where you can close your eyes as you listen. Where you can feel your body relax as it sinks into the surface and your muscles forget how to tense up. Forget how they work.
In this most comfortable place, with the perfect sounds and the perfect sights and the perfect feel…with your mind wide open, the welcome mat on display, there is nothing which can step me from simply walking in, the sound of my high heels switching your focus from that nice and relaxed sensation…and to me.
To my little santa dress, all red and white and tiny. To my black fishnets, such a contrast against my pale flesh. To the sensation of having me straddle you as I bring a snow globe up to eye level and…your focus switches once more. The snow globe in my hands…the animated, glittery snow within falling and falling and falling…as if there was no end to it. As if it could continue to fall forever. Down, down, down.
You can…hear it. Almost as if it were deep in your mind. The snow just falling and falling, down and down, deeper and deeper into your mind. The snow keeps falling and deep within the snow globe, you can see it form a pattern…a moving pattern…a spiral, turning and turning, pulling you in, absorbing your thoughts. The sound resonating within your mind, your thoughts…the sound of the snow spiraling round and round…pulling your thoughts in. The sight of the globe pulling you in. The sensation of my fingers on your chest…drawing a spiral over and over again. Spiral after spiral…as you watch the snow globe, your eyes riveted to the sight. Your ears captured by the sounds. Your body mine as my hand circles your chest again and again.
Watch the snowflakes within the snow globe. Each snowflake a tiny little spiral, greedy and thirsty…absorbing your thoughts. Absorbing your tension. Your awareness. Each fallen snowflake like a fallen thought. A fallen idea. The longer you stare, the deeper you drop into my voice. The deeper you drop into the spiral. The longer you stare, the more you can hear sound of the falling snow deep within your relaxed mind. Deep without your dispersed thoughts. Deep within your unawareness.
My warm hand still circling your chest. Fingers drawing spiral after spiral, over and over again. With each cycle, you may notice how much more difficult it becomes to think. To stray from the sound of my voice and the words that I say. To stray from the spiral…the snow globe. How difficult it is to escape the reaches of the sounds in your mind.
You can feel the snow in that globe spiral round and round…each flake greedy for your thoughts. Each tiny little, glittery snow flake almost like a tiny little black hole…pulling you in deeper. Pulling your thoughts, your ideas, your tensions, your awareness, and your wakefulness. Each snowflake a spiral…and you can’t look away…because it’s so pretty. So nice. Promising you the drop of a lifetime.
The sound in your mind growing a bit louder…a bit closer…snowing in your thoughts, your ability to think…to function…to reason. My hand on your chest like a constant reminder that I have you. That your body is mine. That my warmth keeps you safe. That…you can’t move. Can barely even twitch a finger.
This…isn’t just a snow globe, sweetea. I think you already know that. The snow within…isn’t really snow. In fact, the globe is a prison for my tiny little pets. My little sentient snow flurries. They spiral round and round, glittering in the light, dancing and having fun, calling to you…pulling you in. Speaking wordlessly to the part of your mind wanting to drop more than anything else in the world.
If I were to release them…they would hurry along into the deepest parts of your mind, snowing you in…feeding on your thoughts, absorbing your awareness, weighting down your intellect. Replacing your resistance with the drop down, down, down. Reducing your defence to nothing. Flowing through all barriers and all layers and settling down onto the entire surface of your brain…like a blanket mind-draining snow covering you whole. They would freeze your consciousness solid and the only activity allowed…would be the sound of my voice.
Doesn’t that sound…interesting? Something that you would like to experience?
Watch as I draw one of my fingers down the globe…and how it cools and freezes over, leaving a trail of frost which spread across the entire surface. You can feel the coldness on your face…with the globe so very close. You can see how it permeates the air with vapor.
And…as I blow on it, the heat from my breath flowing across the snow globe…so much hotter than it should be…a crack forms in the glass. In the prison. A crack which spreads slowly across the globe in the pattern of a snowflake. In a few moments, when it inevitably breaks apart and releases my snow flurries upon your mind…the world will slip out from under you and you will drop head-first into a relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance.
You watch and listen as the crack spreads further. You watch as the flurries inside buzz in excitement…and you know that all they want is your mind. My little pets…so eager to invade your little brain. So ready to feed on your thoughts. On your resistance.
And…so…very…close…now. The point…of no…return…approaches. The globe…
Drop (snap)
Drop.
Sleep (snap)
Sleep
Breaks apart.
My snow flurries rush into your mind without a moment’s pause, delving deeply into every malleable corner of your brain…which is every corner, everywhere, all at once. Your perception of time begins to slip away from you as your mind frosts over…slowing down…thoughts freezing…the world drifting away…the flurries in your mind like a blanket of snow…comforting you…pulling you deeper down…my voice becoming your world…your body falling away from your mind…your consciousness becoming isolated to the sound of my voice and the words that I say.
Snow flakes, like tiny little spirals…like tiny little black holes…occupying your mind. Covering your brain. Draining you of your thoughts and your resistance and your awareness…and in place, my voice. My words. My hypnosis. My suggestions. Deep, deep relaxation as you drift down, down, down. Falling and falling.
Allow the blanket of snow in your head to normalize as you listen. Draining you as you listen. Keeping you relaxed, blank, and empty as you listen and follow and drop (snap) ever so much deeper.
With you in your most comfortable place, you can feel me close the distance between us, the warmth of my body against yours. Just…listen to the sound of my voice, plaything. Feel it all the way inside you…in places you had never felt disturbed before…because my snow flurries have opened up tiny little holes in the very solid substance of your brain…so that the sound of my voice permeates throughout all solid matter…easing the way for you into my grasp.
And…there is something else in there together with my voice, isn’t there? Another sound. Quiet, for now. Subtle. But it’s there, under the surface of your consciousness. Spreading and expanding across your unconscious unawareness.
The sound…of bells. Somewhere far, far away, you can hear the jingle of bells. With the sensation of my body over yours, my warmth against your skin, your flesh…and with my breath against your neck..your ear…the sound of the bells carry themselves into the confines of your snowed-in mind…where they spark….joy.
Closing in now…closer and closer…brushing against the leftovers of your thoughts…the bells bring into your mind another flurry…a flurry of joy. Mingling with the sound of my voice, the bells bring into being a sense of bliss and contentment. As if everywhere were alright with the world. As if there was nothing to ever worry about. As if the only thoughts you could possibly have in your mind right now…were thoughts of how good it feels to listen to the sound of the jingle bells…as they fill you with good vibes, festive joy, warmth, and unrestrained arousal.
The sound of the jingle bells seems to flow across your flesh, spreading warmth and a sort of relaxation. A sense of safety. You can notice now how with each jingle of the bells, you begin to feel happier and happier…a smile perhaps spreading on your face…my hand on your cheek..the insides of my thighs against your flesh…our bodies mingling just like my voices mingles with the bells and together they mingle and jingle with you thoughts…your mind.
Breathe for me, plaything. Breathe deeply and slowly as you continue drifting down, down, down…as and the jingle bells pull you deeper into a sense of joy. Of warmth. Of safety and security…a sense of…bliss. It just…feels good. So very, very good. Your brain not able to process anything but how good it feels to listen. To hear the bells and to hear my voice and to feel my body against yours.
Your body…reacting to the sounds of the jingle bells. Your flesh…your muscles…your nerves…feeling so very, very good. The holiday spirit filling you whole. The joy and the festivity and the hopefulness together with a rising sensation of arousal. Of that throb between your legs…of those pleasant tingles in your brain.
The jingle bells leave nothing untouched. They spread across your mind like my voice does…flowing into every thoughts…every body part…brightening up your day. Taking away your worries and your stresses and allowing you to inhale and exhale deeply and slowly…as with each breath in and each breath out…you feel more and more relaxed. More and more content. Satisfied. Aroused. With each bell, the world brightens. With each bell, you feel a tingle between your legs. A tingle in your chest. You feel heat spread across your flesh. Savor the warmth and energy which radiates across your world with each jingle, each sound.
It only gets better, really, plaything. Each time you hear the melody of the jingle bells, you can feel them deeper inside you…spreading new types of joy. New types of bliss. Spreading new sensations of arousal. Touching that part of your brain which so very much likes to be played with. Stroking that part of your mind so eager to be touched. Almost as if I were fucking your mind in the best way possible. Almost as if with each sound of the bell…with each jingle…you could feel me inside your mind, fucking you. Touching you. Stroking you.
Breathe deeply for me, plaything. Deep and slow as you continue drifting down, down, down…sledding down into deeper and deeper trance…your entire world revolving around the sound of my voice, the words that I say…and the happy, joyous, horny jingle bells of the world.
Whether you hear them here, listening to the sound of my voice…or you hear them out there in the world…anywhere and everywhere…they carry into your mind phantom sensations of what my voice does to your brain. With the bells comes safety and security…like a warm blanket for your mind and your body…allowing you to enjoy every second with the knowledge that everything is more than fine. That everything will be fine. That there is always a place you can come back to if you need to feel…good. If you need to get away. If you need to experience that nice, relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance.
With the jingle bells, here or out there…comes joy and bliss and contentment. They fill your mind…fill your thoughts…reduce you into a simple plaything with no worries, no stresses, and no tension. You cannot help the smiles which spread across your face when the jingles spread across your mind.
When the bells sound and you hear them reach your ears…with them comes the holiday spirit. With the jingle bells, jingle bells…the holiday spirit flows into your mind…the festivity. The excitement. The potential for unbelievable fun. Boundless amounts of fun. Hope filling your heart. Breathing deeply…you realize each time that there is always hope to be had. Always hope to take advantage of. Always hope for the past, the present, and the future.
And with that spirit and that hope and that joy, I come inside you as well. Memories of my voice…of how it makes you feel…what it’s made you feel…memories and sensations of the arousal you’ve enjoyed listening to the sound of my voice…reacting to suggestions and triggers and commands. With the jingle bells, jingle bells…my voice takes you by the storm and snows you in with a thick layer of pleasure. Of arousal. Of horny. With each bell that you hear…here or there or anywhere…it’s like you can feel me fucking your brain to the rhythm.
As soon as you hear that first jingle bell…there is nothing that can stop you from feeling me flurry across your mind…your thoughts…spreading warmth and heat across your flesh…between your legs…your chest…your head…your thighs. With the jingle bell, jingle bell (snap)…I come into your mind. I come into your thoughts. I walk right in, flurrying across…and fuck your brain as if you were my plaything. Maybe…perhaps…exactly because you are my plaything.
Breathe slowly and deeply for me, plaything. Imagine yourself being out there…in the world…and hearing the sound of the jingle bells. How they make you feel. The joy, the bliss, the warmth, the festive spirit. The sound of my voice inside your mind….my touch. My breath. The arousal. Imagine yourself hearing the jingle bells, jingle bells…and reacting instantly…taking deep, slow breaths…and feeling me inside your brain…flurrying across your thoughts…bringing you joy and bliss and arousal…fucking you over and over again…with each bell..each sound…I fuck you again and again. Round and round. With each bell, happier. Hornier. More festive.
Of course…only when it’s safe…only when you can allow yourself to feel all these things. Because I need you to be safe..because I enjoy fucking your mind. I enjoy running across the fields of your brain. I take great pleasure in knowing that you stay safe and secure…and horny. Always horny.
Now…feel my little snow flurries inside your brain embody each suggestion that you have heard here…and feel them collectively solidify and settle into your brain…there to stay…there to continually remind you of how good it feels to give in, listen, follow, and feel me fuck your mind.
Allow my suggestions to become one with you as the snow melts and drains into every crevice, every corner, every fold, every slit, and every pore. Nothing is untouched, unchanged.
Breathe…and listen to the jingle bells, jingle bells (snap)…as a new set of habits becomes one with you from here on. As your brain accepts the jingles and the bells and my voice. As it accepts my warmth.
Such a good plaything. You may begin to wake up, now. Feeling yourself drift back up, suggestions becoming stronger…better…more intense. Come back to the world…more aware and more awake with each word and each second, feeling so very, very good and so very, very nice. Looking forward to hearing the jingle bells again. Looking forward to feeling me inside your brain…fucking you senseless.
Breathe deeply and slowly for me, plaything…wake up to the sound of jingle bells, jingle bells (snap)…as I cum into your mind.
Wake up more and more. Return to the world at your own pace. Take your time…or not. Listen and wake and throb.