(Crowd foley)

Mmmm, this one’s cute~

Let me see…. Who is your artist… Oh, you submitted yourself! How cute~

This is your first time attending this con, isn’t it? You don’t have a partner to do this with you? Haven’t met someone yet? Or are you just too shy~? No one here to… Supervise you and make sure no one touches their precious piece…? Oh, no need to answer, sweetie, you are meant to be seen, not heard. You really are new here, huh~?

Well… if I knew such a pretty little thing was here all alone with no leash-holder, I would have scooped you right up myself!

Such a shame we didn’t meet before the gallery opened…

We could have had so much fun together~

Hm, well, no point in lamenting over what cannot be changed… And we’ve still got time~

Let’s see what you came up with all on your own~!

…. Mm…. Ooh, I see~…. Oh, very creative, sweetie~

Hm, it seems to me, though, that you really just wanted an excuse to be toyed with by a bunch of hypno-horny strangers without having to initiate yourself, am I right~?

There’s no shame in that, sweetie. That’s what the Gallery is all about~

And let me tell you, you are so very brave, putting yourself on display like this~!

For everyone to see… To tease… To entrance….

But not to touch, I see!

I suppose I can understand having that boundary for your first time…

It really is a shame, though… I give a really killer kinesthetic induction… I even get my nails done before coming to cons so it feels extra nice when I, for example, run my fingers through my subjects’ hair.. Lightly scratching the scalp.. Giving a little extra bite when I clench my fist in there to get a nice, strong grip to guide the head where I want it to be… To the left.. To the right.. Down, down… Face-down into my calming cleavage.

Mhm, it sounds really nice, right~? Just letting yourself be guided by me. My hands in your hair, tugging and tempting you down into a trance…

Although, I’m getting the vibe that it might not even take that much to make your mind submit to mine.

I think, if I were to touch you…

You wouldn’t stand a fucking chance~

I think… By the time your face sinks in between my soft tits, your chin will already be wet with drool… Working like lube to slide you even deeper into that cozy chasm. And by the time I start grazing my nails down your arms, they’ll be dangling by your sides… Pulling you down, deeper still, nose-first into my chest, deeper down into my intimate, inescapable scent.

Your soft cheeks, my soft tits… Pressed into each other, nice and snug, where you can forget about being shy and simply.. just.. DROP~

And I’d just keep petting you, from the crown of your head, and down, as far as I could reach. Soothing, downward motions… I’ve found it to be quite effective… Encouraging relaxation… Feelings of comfort… Safety… Total submission…

To me and my tits~

But this is still nice… This way, I get a lovely close-up view of your pretty, glazed eyes… The splashes of color on your cheeks… The wonderful variations of texture on your skin that are just, so pleasing to look at.

Although I cannot touch, the close sight of something so intimate is a treat on its own.

Being so close that I can personally witness the hair raising on your neck under my breath, changing the texture of your skin right before my very eyes.

It is ok if my breath touches you, right~?

There are so many people here… Breathing… Emanating heat… Humming with energy… That kind of contact is inevitable.

Perhaps you can feel it. The collective excitement in the room. The appreciative eyes. The passion for hypnosis that brought us all together here in the first place. Everyone around us is either getting hypnotized or hypnotizing someone else. Or something along those lines~

The room is filled with contagious hypnotic energy. Hungry heat, consuming us all, and we fall into it easily, because we can. Because it’s safe. Here, we are free to express ourselves, so we eagerly do so.

For me, that’s to savor every excuse to power-trip.

For you, it’s to offer yourself up to a crowd of strangers to do whatever they want with your mind~

That is what you’re doing right here, right now~

Sure, you’ve got your limits and wishes spelled out on that sheet of paper beside you, but you can’t possibly think of every possible possibility of what someone might want to do to you.

So many different people… So many different ideas and expectations… It can be overwhelming and difficult to maintain a functional state of mind. But I’m sure that’s exactly why you’re here, doing this, hm? To feel used and passed around by the revolving line of talented tists~?

Where no one expects you to think clearly….

Not when you’re bottoming and a hypno convention anyway.

Not when you’re a pretty piece of art waiting to be approached by someone who will praise how good you are~

Well, honey, you are good. You are being so good for me~

And the only expectation I have for you is something you have already done so well for me:

DROP~

So good~

Very good~

You can relax.

It’s just you and me now. Nothing else matters. Just me, appreciating this fine piece of art, alone in this serene gallery. Just you, boxed in between my arms up against this wall. Just us.

Together.. So close… But no touching~!

Just…. Shhh….. No thinking… Only sinking….

Only… Absorbing my words… My thoughts and contributions. My appraisal of this art…

Mm, yes, very good indeed.

Gah, I just want to pat you on the head, you’re so cute~!

But I won’t… I know how to behave myself in a museum… Even a human one, where every exhibit is so warm and alluring and tempting and inviting and.. sexy….

Maybe next time though, sweetie, I can submit you as my own pretty creation… I can doll you up and create you in my vision – and I am very inspired, just looking at you~…

It could be a bit like art restoration… Carefully, methodically, gently…. Brushing up your imperfections to make you as beautiful as you were meant to be…

–Well, I guess it’s actually more akin to covering the entire canvas with clean, solid color, making it blank and just making something new and pretty myself~

I think you’d be a very popular work of art under my creative vision. Just imagine it…

Many, many more people stopping by your little exhibit to get a closer look at the pretty little thing in the corner…. Showering you with heated praise until you’re just a little puddle of paint and wet clay… Crowded and covered in curious hands that want to play with you~…. And they could do so much more than just see you… Tease you… Hypnotize you…

All those excited hands could touch you… Mold you… Grope you… Make you feel oh, so, good~

Of course, I’ll adjust your consent section for you… Your description sheet will be completely different next time! Today you elected to not be touched, and I’ll respect that… No matter how badly you need it~

No changing the scene after it’s already begun~!

But to.. give you some ideas, for next time.. I could…. Dress you up real pretty…. Tie you up… Suspend you… Maybe I’ll strip you completely naked and hang you on the wall with accompanying paints so attendees can make their own art out of you~

Ooh, a very interactive piece! I know I certainly would have loved to jump on the opportunity to get my hands all over you, my sweet~….

But alas…

Next time~

Shhhhhh….. I already have so many ideas for you, my sweet, and we can make them happen…

Next time~

For example….

I would love to give you some fun triggers… Stay by your side all night long… Be a part of the exhibit with you… Showing you off to all of the lovely people who pass by. I would love to exert my power over you in front of each and every one of them~

Show them just what I can do to you… What I can make of you~

I could.. Make you a pathetic, obedient little puppy… I can give you your little commands for little treats… And you can work like a Good Puppy to perform your silly little tricks for basic praise, and I can make it so that simple praise feels so good. So that your simple little puppy-brain will be all content and giddy from just hearing the sweet, dulcet tones one would use when speaking to a beloved pet!

I could… Swaddle you in tight latex and a dark, dehumanizing helmet or mask, which, of course, will be too dark for you to see through… Not allowing anyone to address you directly, only me, asking me questions about my toy’s programming… And I would direct them to the designated areas on your body, tell them to “press the buttons” and see what happens~
There’s a lot of fun potential in that one, like… Gently pressing your navel makes you giggle… Squeezing your thighs makes you spread your legs… Touching your… “Drone-parts” makes you moan… Poking your nipples.. makes them hard and sensitive~

Or I can just use a freeze trigger on you and make pretty lights dance on your skin with my Violet Wand~!
They’ll be so impressed when I turn up the voltage and you don’t even flinch~!
Mhm, they’ll all fawn over how good you are… So good for me…

And I can show them what happens when I “shhhhhh”….. And when I say DROP~

So, so good for me.

See, doesn’t that sound so good~?

Maybe next time, right~?

But for right now, I can see you are so, very dedicated to your current display… So still and hazy and quiet and perfect for simply observing…

Nothing more~

But it was so very entertaining to play with you, my dear, and I do hope I gave you some fun mental images to think about the next time you decide to be a little exhibitionistic plaything~

Anyway. My time in here is limited. As much as I’d love to, I cannot hog this corner all to myself.

So I’ll be moving on, now, and maybe someone else will find you and benefit from the base I set down here.

You do look so nice and empty and dazed and pliable~

A perfect empty canvas for anyone to walk up to and add a little bit of whatever color they want. Don’t forget that~

Well, buh-bye now~