Short Story: Compulsion

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

No... NO!

I have to resist...

I can’t just give in to his wonderful compulsion. I have to resist. I have to fight it. I have to ignore my wants and desires and push myself to ignore the hypnotic drive I feel right now.

But I’m not sure I want to... 

NO! 

I have to resist. 

I have to!

He’s too smug and confident. I can’t give in. I can’t let him know how much it’s working on me... His words... I... I can feel them inside my mind... Just like he said I would... 

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They are so seductive... So warm... Like they are gently massaging my brain... Edging me to succumb to the compulsion to step into the bedroom. 

Like an ache... 

An itch I can’t permit myself to scratch. 

He told me I wouldn’t feel triggered and that I would be able to resist as much as I wanted. But inevitably... I’ll feel less and less comfortable. 

Less... Right. 

Feeling like something was out of place...

He... He told me that the feeling would only grow...

Until I... 

Until I inevitably gave in.

And I want to give so much already...  

Damn him! 

My hands feel like they are griping the doors so tightly. I can’t let go... My legs want to step in so bad... If I let go... I’ll... I’ll walk in... I’ll obey... 

NO! I have to resist.

He told me his compulsion would bring me to the very edge of obedience. And I’ll be damned if he was right... I ache so much... I WANT to step in...

But I can’t... 

I can’t give him the satisfaction! Can I? Will the rest of it be like this? Endless discomfort as I try to resist his influence? What happens if I resist for too long?

What happens when I give in?

Does the ache... The itch... Transform into something else?

Does... Does it turn into pleasure?

Yes... HHmmm... Sweet pleasure awaits if I step inside... He said it would... Delectable... Exquisite pleasure...

All I have to do is step in...

NO!

That’s his trap! He knows I won’t resist my own pleasure. If I only obey and step in, I know he’ll give me all the pleasure I can handle...

And then some...

Won’t he?

Surely he will... And then I won’t be able to resist at all... His compulsions will become so strong... So natural...

And I’ll obey... 

Because I won’t want to deny myself the pleasure of his compulsions.

It will feel so nice... No more itch... No more ache... 

Just pleasure...

If I just let go of the doorframe and allow myself to step in and obey.

Fuck... I... I can’t hold on forever... My fingers are aching already... 

Holding me... 

I... I have to hold fast.

He told me that his compulsion won’t force me to obey. That I could turn around and step away.

But... Damn it... I... I don’t WANT to turn around...

I want... I... I want... 

I want to give in.

Oh god... 

The ache just keeps growing... More and more my hands feel all wrong... Why are they holding the frame so tightly? It’s painful... I should just let go... 

Oh god... That feels so damn good... So right... 

Oh no... That’s the trap... That’s what will happen if I move my foot and step inside... I’ll feel relieved... I’ll feel good... 

I’ll finally feel right...

Fuck... 

I... I can’t hold out... 

But I know I should.

Because once I step in... I’ll obey... 

And feel so much pleasure... HHmmm... Sweet delicious pleasure...

Fuck it. 

He can be smug if he wants. I don’t care anymore.

I’m choosing pleasure over this maddening ache.

​I’m stepping in...