hypnoflex:“Now, I want you to focus on my voice. But don’t just hear it. Feel it. Feel
hypnoflex: “Now, I want you to focus on my voice. But don’t just hear it. Feel it. Feel it surrounding you. Penetrating you. Take a deep breath. Now exhale. And as you do, I want you to concentrate even more on my voice. It’s timber. It’s rhythm. It’s tone. Feel it relaxing your muscles. Allow them to release their tension. It helps you relax and focus a little more with every breath you exhale. Breathe in…breathe out. Breathe in…breathe out. As your muscles continue to relax, allow your mind to open more to me.” The muscleboy had never heard anything like this before. He’d never felt anything like this before, either. The thick waves of his trainer’s voice were snaking their way into his chest and rippling out into his body and muscles. He shuddered, and as he did he felt his muscles open like some erotic, hungry maw as the voice continued to penetrate him deeper. Oscillating slowly, methodically, into him. He could sense its purpose and he accepted it. Relaxation. Focus. Surrender. He could to feel the infinite space within him beginning to consume his mind, and the euphoria that emptiness held for him. It was making him hungry. Hungry to open himself even more. Hungry to obey. Hungry to let go and let his trainer’s power wash over him. -- source link