Living on the very boundaries of edgeplay can be both ideally intimidating and explicitly exhilarating…
By Miss Lilith
ThrillSeeker’s Guide to The Galaxy
Welcome, Sweetea. I…am Lilith and you’re here because you are a thrill-seeker. Someone who stares into the void and enjoys it when the void stares back with chaotic, unhinged eyes and a mad grin that cuts straight into your core, bypassing all defenses. You are here because when you reach the outer limits of a kink, you don’t force yourself to stop, satisfied and content—instead, you allow yourself to be pulled deeper and deeper into the outer-most fringes, deeper down into the rabbit hole. You reach the edge and find always that there is more beyond it. More beyond the perceivable edges of what is possible. You chase that storm. You chase that edge. You are, in fact, seduced by the possibilities. By the risks.
Your hunger for more is a constant companion, always violently reminding you that what most consider sacrilegious or sinful or strange or “too much,” you consider an appetizer. Just the tip. There is always more to know. Always more to experience. Deeper, grander movements of sensations, emotions, and thoughts. There is always a way to feel more pleasure. To feel more of the world in more intimate, soul-touching ways.
This is why you are here, listening to the sound of my voice and the words that I say. I’m going to take you beyond the horizon and deep into unknown territory as we give you the tools necessary to delve even deeper into all of those lovely rabbit holes that call to your receptive, ravenous mind. I’m going to realign your subconscious and conscious defenses so that if you ever feel that call of the void, that pull from beyond the reaches of human limits, of human experience, it’ll be effortless to let go and allow yourself to be carried along into that vast, deep, dark ocean of pleasure and kink.
Just as you’re about to let go of your awareness as I pull you down, down, down into a deep, hypnotic trance. Just as you’re allowing my voice to carry you along…my words pulling at your thoughts…my intent pulling at your body, bringing you deeper and deeper down. You can feel it calling, can’t you? You can feel the call of the void. You can remember all those times you had dropped in the past…and you can feel parts of your brain reach out to it without your own conscious consent. Reach out to that feeling. To that sensation of being dropped. The memory. The ecstasy of a solid, deep, endless drop (snap) into a relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance.
Think back to all those past times you had dropped into trance. For me and for others. Think back on each time you were told to sleep or to drop or to fall or to sink. Allow your thoughts to drift back through time and space and find every instance of the drop (snap). Every instance where you were told to sleep (snap). To sink (snap). To fall (snap).
Drop (snap)
Sleep (snap)
Sink (snap)
Fall (snap)
Do you remember how it felt when you were still learning how to drop? Do you remember how much better each drop felt as you learned to drop deeper and deeper and deeper, seemingly without end? Remember back to those times, Sweetea. Remember how it felt to breach those limits again and again as your brain taught itself to sink even deeper. To achieve deeper states of relaxation, joy, and emptiness. Serenity.
That sensation of feeling yourself dropping deeper than you had ever before? That sensation of breaking through those walls, those barriers, those limits. That sensation of reaching the boundaries of what you thought was possible…and breaking through them, reaching for the stars…reaching beyond the edge of the known…reaching so deeply that the world…falls away. Thoughts fall away. Mind falls away. Body falls away. Reason and logic and perception…falling away. Toppling. Disintegrating.
All those times being led deeper into trance…all those times being told to drop…all those times being guided down, down, down. All those triggers and all those suggestions. All the conditioning. All those count-downs…
5, deeper and deeper
Taking a step down those stairs…
4, and you drop (snap)
Dropping through the foundation, dropping through a hundred floors…dropping down into the void…
3, and you sleep (snap)
Taking another step down those stairs…feeling as if you could just succumb to slumber and welcome the dark…
2, and you sink (snap)
Taking a step down into that ocean of vast tranquility…of serenity…that ocean of trance…sinking and stepping down, down, down…
1, and you fall (snap)
…right into the void. Into the abyss. You fall, feeling yourself being absorbed. Being subsumed. Being consumed.
You take a step and…
0 (snap)…0, 0, 0, dropping deeper and deeper and deeper, the currents of my voice toppling you over and holding you down.
Sometimes, knowing the boundaries of something only hinders progress. Sometimes, when you think you know the limits, your own mind prevents you from breaking through them and into the beyond. Sometimes, it’s best to forget we have limits. That we have boundaries. That we are prisoners to physics and to logic and to society’s whims. Sometimes, by forgetting we have those limits, we learn how to break them. How to reach further out and further in.
Sometimes, when we forget that we can’t do something…we find ways to break truth and fact and logic…and find ways to do the unexpected. The illogical. The magical. The fantastical.
In 1903, December 8 th, The New York Times printed that man would not fly for at least another million years. Nine weeks later, the Wright brothers flew, surprising the entire world, breaking the illusions and “facts” and logic and known science at the time. People thought it a prank at first. They thought it ridiculous. A children’s tale. Nothing more. But…we now know better, don’t we? Science is always expanding. Science is always allowing us to see and experience more of the world, reading into even the deepest of trenches.
Science of the physical…and science of the mind.
Right now, you have a pretty solid idea of just how deeply you can drop. If you think back to all those times you’ve found yourself in a deep, deep hypnotic trance, you can likely remember the limits. Perhaps not the day or the session or the trance, but you have a rough idea of the depths of your deepest trances.
Think back and try to remember just how it felt in one of those trances. One of the deep ones. The ones which take your thoughts and your mind and your body…and leave you feeling…less. Less and less even as you feel more and more. You know exactly what I’m talking about. That feeling of having the world stripped away from you layer by layer, like a tropical onion…even as your mind expands wider and wider, pulling you deeper and deeper down into a world where the possibilities are quite literally endless and beyond reasonability and human imagination.
If you are an experienced subject, you probably think that you’ve found the deepest reach of trance. That you’ve been the deepest you could be. You probably think that just because you haven’t advanced in a while, there is nothing beyond. But…there is. There is always more. More to reach for. More to draw you in. More to experience. To taste. To feel. To succumb to.
Today, we are going to take your world and shatter its expectations, its facts, its truths, its limits. We are going to take you and drop you off the highest cliff we could find. We are going to expand the limits of your mind…but first, you must grab hold of yourself and use every last ounce of power that you have…to wake the fuck up. Wake up, now! Wake up! (snap). Open your eyes, now. Open them wide. Awake and aware and needing nothing but to be told to drop once more.
You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Do you think you could even pretend to resist the drop (snap)? The sleep (snap). The sink (snap). The fall (snap). Do you think that if you really, really tried to resist, you’d end up ignoring drop triggers? Do you think that if you set your mind on not dropping, you’d stay awake? If you keep your eyes open and your mind aware and your body active…can you resist the call of the void? The call of that deep, deep trance? The call of hypnosis? Of my voice. My words?
Even knowing that each time you give in, you only drop deeper for me? Knowing that each time I wake you up and then slam you back down again harder and harder, deeper and deeper, hotter and hotter…you only drop deeper for me, reaching new limits. Tasting new experiences.
So wake up for me. Wake up now (snap). Eyes open. Mind aware. Body active. Perception on point. Eyes open. Awake. Aware. It’s a bit difficult, isn’t it? A bit hard not to just…follow my voice down, down, down, into those depths. But no! Shouldn’t you be resisting? Can you? Do you think it’s possible to resist? Do you think you could shrug the drop (snap) off as it drags you down deeper than you were just moments ago? Can you resist the sleep (snap) and the sink (drop) and the fall (snap)? Can you resist the pull of my voice and my words as I take you away from this world and capture your mind within mine?
Did you even try to resist? Did it even work for a second? Do you want to resist? It’s nice, sometimes, to feel yourself trying to resist and failing…and in doing so, allowing yourself to succumb deeper still to the powers of hypnosis…and to me. Every single time you even think of resisting the drop…the pull of the void…the pull of the trance…the pull of my voice…you remember how nice it feels to be an extension of my will. An extension of someone else’s intent. Their words. Their voice. Their power. Their decisions. Your submission. Your suggestibility. Your malleability.
So…wake up again. Wake the fuck back up (snap) and return to the world, aware and awake and active. Eyes open. Body stretching. Mind cycling. Thoughts…quite scattered, but still there. Still present. Thoughts…which only really want one thing. They want you to sink back down, don’t they? You want to sink back down into that sea of deep hypnotic trance. Into that endless relaxation. Into that emptiness of the void. You want me to drop (snap) you down, down, down, deeper and deeper and deeper. Each time bringing you to newer levels. Each time pulling at your body and your mind. Your limbs and your thoughts. Your muscles and your desires. Sleep (snap) for me, Sweetea. Sink (snap) deeper. Fall (snap) for me. Falling and falling…sinking and sinking…so hard to focus. To remember. So hard to keep track of my words and your experiences.
Each time I bring you up and then down again…that call of the void inside of you…that thrill-chasing side of you…possesses your mind, your body, your soul…and you can’t help but feel yourself dropping deeper now…feeling new, different levels of trance. Perhaps deeper, perhaps not…but most assuredly different. Unique. Unexploited and unexplored. Free to plunder and use and abuse.
Wake up (snap) again. Eyes open. Awake, aware, and wanting nothing but for me to tell you…just how much of a good subject you are. Just how good you’re doing. Just how well you’ve performed for me. Just how to drop (snap) deeply for me. To sleep (snap) and to sink (snap) and to…fall (snap) for me. Falling deeper and deeper still. Always deeper.
Bypassing all limits, all barriers, all defenses, all beliefs. Bypassing your thoughts and your mind and your body as you wake up (snap) again. Eyes open. Wide open. Body wakeful. Mind aware. Thinking. Blinking. Stretching. Breathing. Waiting for those triggers. For those snaps. Feeling that pull. You can feel it, yes? The pull of the void. The pull of the trance. Those depths…calling to you. Reaching out to you.
Tendrils of darkness coiling around your body…around your brain…squeezing…poaching your thoughts, your autonomy…and dragging you into a deep drop (snap). Prying you wide open and infecting you with sleep (snap) of those endlessly in slumber. Sleep from the sandman. Sleep from the beyond. You sink (snap) into those deep, dark, hypnotic waters. You fall (snap) for me. Falling over, exposing yourself, opening yourself up to me. Allowing me to push inside you and…
Wake up (snap). Waking up, now. Aware and awake, eyes open, thinking clearly, remembering that you must resist, because if you don’t, you drop (snap) deeper and deeper down. Each time dropping deeper. Each time, further into my power. Into…the depths of that void. Each time you drop, you can feel more of yourself left behind. More of yourself emptying. As if I were pouring water from glass to glass, over and over again, each time spilling a bit. Each time leaving a bit of you behind.
Each drop (snap) reinforcing the hold that hypnosis has over you.
Each time you wake up (snap), you only feel the pull of the void on a deeper and deeper level.
Each sleep (snap) knocks your thought out of your brain and empties your memories…your hold over reality.
Each time you wake (snap), you lose more of yourself…feeling that intoxicating tug at your inner-most pool of consciousness…
Wanting nothing more than to sink (snap) down, down, down into those dark hypnotic waters…into that void…succumbing to its call. Surrendering to that pull.
And even as you wake (snap) once more…or try to, at least…you can’t pull yourself away from the allure of the void…the void of trance…the void of hypnosis…the void where you get to let go and fall (snap) into with your entire existence.
It’s almost as if this void were a black hole and you were just a spec of dust…falling and falling deeper and deeper, carried away on the tremendous, unstoppable forces of gravity. Can you feel the pull in your mind? Can you feel the pull at your thoughts? Can you feel the pressure? Can you feel those invisible forces of the universe…coming together…coalescing…and assimilating your mind? Your awareness? Your thoughts. Your memories. Your behaviors. Your limits. Your understanding of the world, of trance, of yourself.
It’s so easy to let go, isn’t it? So easy to feel yourself giving in. Allowing the void to swallow you up. Allowing it to take you away. To take you so far away that you become something other than human. Something other than a living, thinking, conscious being. Something that…doesn’t function like a human. Or…really, any other intelligent being.
So when I tell you to wake up (snap) for the last time…and you try to open your eyes…and you try to think…and you try to remember and to reason and to perceive…you may just find yourself feeling that immeasurable, magnetic, gravitational pull of the void…the call of the void…you may find yourself sinking into a darkness…falling down, down, down into an immense drop (snap)…as if that black hole were bigger than life. Than reality. Than imagination.
You sleep (snap) as if you had no choice but to…because you can’t. Because you don’t want to resist the call. You don’t want to resist trance. You don’t want to resist hypnosis. You want to keep dropping deeper as your mind decides to sink (snap) again and again and again, each time deeper and better.
The call of the void…the pull of trance…bigger than you. Stronger than you. Vast beyond words. Beyond reason. Beyond logic. In much the same way a black hole could not possibly be understood or slowed down by a speck of dust…you cannot even begin to resist the pull of that deep, dark, hypnotic ocean of trance.
It’s…thrilling, isn’t it? To think about how easy it is letting go. How easy it is to continue drifting deeper down and further in. How easy it is to feel the layers of mind stripped away from you and left behind in a place far, far, far from here. Far from you. From this galaxy and this planet.
It’s thrilling to think about the fact that the void is stronger than you. Bigger than you. That all-consuming black hole which eats away at your thoughts and your resistance and your mind and your beliefs and your strength. It leaves nothing inside of you able or willing to put up a fight…and why would you ever wish to?
Why would you ever wish to resist the drop…the sleep…the slumber…when you know that all you want to do is let go and sink…fall…drift…down, down, down, deeper and deeper…pushing past old limits…pushing past all limitations…pushing past old information. Old habits. Old, bad knowledge.
And you don’t even have to try. In fact, despite any of your own efforts, the call of the void cannot be ignored. It cannot be forgotten. It cannot be subtracted. When you feel that pull…when your mind focuses in on that potential trance…that drop…that hypnotic state of mind…and you feel the call of the void…that pull…that gravitational monstrosity coiling around your mind and your body…dragging you down, down, deep, deeper and deeper…
There are no thoughts. No resistance. Only surrender. Only submission. Only obedience.
You drop (snap)
You sleep (snap)
You sink (snap)
You fall (snap)
When the prospect of trance enters your mind…and when it’s appropriate, the foundation on which your whole mind rests…erodes in a few short moments…and you feel the call of the void…that pull…that immense force of that black hole, caught in its gravity…and you drop through and into that vastness. That void. That emptiness.
Perhaps you’d like to resist. Perhaps your thoughts turn to defending your mind from that void. Perhaps you consider not giving in. Shrugging off that pull. That tug. And perhaps…when you consider resistance…when you consider staying awake…the black hole pulses…the void reaches out…tendrils capture your thoughts, snaking around your limbs, threading into your mind, your muscles, and your spirit…and you fall. You sink. You sleep. You drop. Without thought. Without effort. Without a moment of hesitation.
It’s sooooo much easier to sink than it is to keep your eyes open. Than it is to resist. To think. To remember.
And…it doesn’t stop here. This is just the tip. This is just how it starts. It starts with hypnosis. With trance. But…there is more. There is so much more. Every kink you have. Every fascination. Every desire to explore your sexuality. It’s all on the same neural network. It’s all part of the ThrillSeeker’s genetic code. Your genetic code.
Your need to see things through to the end. Your desire to reach for the very edges of the known. Your hunger to experience the limits of sensations that you could finesse out of your kinks and fetishes. Just think about how good it feels to let go and surrender to the currents of trance. Of hypnosis. Of my voice. My words. My snaps.
Think about how good it feels to surrender…and imagine how good it would feel to surrender more of you. To submit more of yourself to your kinks. To your sexuality. Perhaps, the next time you have a choice to delve deeper into a kink or an experience, you won’t hold yourself back. Instead, you will feel the pull…that call of the void…and the forces of that black hole…as your mind seeks the thrill. The edge.
Just a little more pain…just a little more mind control…just a little more submission…worship…bondage…humiliation…praise…just more of everything. Always reaching for more. Always passing the boundaries. Always seeking that edge. That thrill. Always succumbing to the call of the void.
Can you…wake yourself up again, Sweetea?
Can you drag yourself away from that black hole? Can you climb your way out and resist the call of the void? The pull of trance? Can you begin to wake yourself up? All on your own? Without my help? What would happen if I left you here, I wonder. What would happen if I asked you to wake up on your own…only for me to…
Drop (snap) you.
As you sleep (snap)
And you sink (snap)
And you fall (snap)
As you fall (snap)
And you sink (snap)
And you sleep (snap)
And you drop (snap)
Endlessly…lost to the void…lost in the gravity of the black hole as it lulls you into slumber…
–
–
–
–
1. I break the void wide open and its hold over you weakens and collapses.
2 (snap). I pull you away from the black hole, keeping your mind safe.
3. You can wake up.
4. You can feel me bring you back up into awareness.
And 5 (snap), wake up, Sweetea. Fully awake and fully aware.
Maybe. Or maybe not.
Maybe…just maybe…you haven’t quite woken up 100%. Maybe…there is still a trickle…a single, thin, weak tendril…crossing the space between the stars…the planets, the galaxies…stretching all the way here, to this place, touching your mind.
The void stares. The void calls.
Do you respond?
Can you do anything *but*?
Resist…or not to resist…that is the question.
So will you surrender?
Are you brave enough, my little ThrillSeeker?
I’m eager to hear all about it.