{SUBLIMINALS}

(Daily Affirmations Subliminal)

(Anti-Anxiety Trigger Subliminal)

(Hush Subliminal)

(Stuck in Her Web Subliminal)

(Stay Hard Subliminal)

(Mommy’s Toy Subliminal)

(Roulette Subliminal)

(Good Toy)

(Delirium Subliminals 3 & 5)

You’ll always come back to me
Always eager to take your medicine
Relax… Melt… Swallow… Repeat… For the first time

Hello, welcome, come on inside. I’m looking forward to working with you today.

If it’s alright with you, I always like to begin my sessions with a brief overview and reminder of my therapy style.. My practicing philosophy… How I like to handle things, and we can determine if it will serve your current needs. How does that sound?

Oh, yes, please, have a seat on the sofa, and we can begin. You can sit, lay down, right next to me, or all the way on the other end, whatever feels most comfortable for you for now… I may ask you to move at some points in your treatment, whether only in parts, or your position entirely, if not today, perhaps next week – it all depends on how quickly we move through these first steps and how many questions and comments you may or may not have before you’re ready to begin.

Now, I believe in taking a holistic approach in my work – mental health, physical, emotional, social, even sexual health, are not independent from each other. I believe that they all must be taken into account, as parts, and together as a cog-spinning whole.

In therapy work, trust and openness between us is essential. I want you to feel comfortable in my presence, and I aim to desensitize my patients to my physical proximity as early as possible so we can begin building rapport and allow your brain to produce all those lovely little warm, tingly chemicals.

Of course, always, we can move at your own pace, but the sooner we can establish skin-to-skin contact, the sooner we can nurture and exchange that warmth – not just physically, but also emotionally, socially – all of the ways I mentioned earlier. Because all of those components are interconnected.

That is why I embrace unorthodox practices, such as sessions in the car, passing through drive-thrus to grab coffee together… Deep-muscle massages, dual-yoga, casual strolls outside when the courtyard is unoccupied… We will determine which method, or methods, of stimulation you may benefit from most, as needed, on a session-by-session basis. Before and after we proceed, I will check in on you regularly to ensure I am effectively giving you the support you need in each particular moment. Okay?

I like to foster a close relationship with my clients, to keep the vibes comfy and friendly, because I find that it enhances the process and the results. It’s… Necessary, for my specific modality.

Of course, I specialize in hypnotherapy and medication management – not a combination of services most providers can offer, so I’m very glad you found your way here.

Now… May I touch you?

I will never put my hands anywhere you have not given me explicit permission to touch, so before I guide you down into a trance for your session, I’d like to verify where I do and do not have your consent to touch.

As we are still early on in your treatment, I won’t request anything too intimate – probably nothing below your shoulders for now – is that alright?

Do I have permission to touch your head? Your face? Your neck?

Would you be willing to rest these parts of yours on my thighs?

Go on ahead, hun. Lay in my lap. I promise I will not touch you beyond the established boundaries. Nothing below the shoulders today… Just make yourself comfortable with my lap as your pillow.

That’s it, very good… Very soft and warm… You have my full permission to touch me wherever you need, to find just the right position…

You may turn on your side to face me, you can nuzzle into my soft, relaxed tummy, feel its warmth expand and contract towards or even right into your face with my every breath…

You may rest on your back so you can still look up at me, letting my thighs cradle the back of your head…

Or, you can simply lean on me.

Whatever is most comfortable, as long as you are facing me, and not away from me. I need to be able to see you… Take a good look at you. This is very important. I need to be able to monitor your face… Every little micro expression… Every single twitch… Eyelash flutter… Nostril flare… Lip quiver… Even the slightest winces… I need to know if you are comfortable.

Relaxed, in my presence. Attentive, but at ease. Eager to begin, but calm and prepared to follow along with my pace.

Once you understand, go ahead and close your eyes.

And we’re going to do some short guided meditation exercises.. To see how responsive you are to my style. All you need to do it close your eyes and listen to me speak. Nice and easy.

And if you get distracted and your mind wanders, don’t beat yourself up. Just come right on back to me. It’s as simple as tuning in to my voice. As comfortable as laying in my soft, warm lap. As easy as breathing, in and out, nice and slow. Nice and measured. In and out.

In and out of focus, like air in and out of your lungs. But gradually, slowly but surely… Imperceptibly but inevitably, gravity pulls you down onto my thighs. Sinking into the soft flesh.. Allowing yourself to shed more shreds of uncertainty, and allowing more of your weight onto me.

Sometimes when I invite people to rest in my lap, no matter how much I assure them: You are allowed to relax completely. Your full weight is no burden to me. You have my full permission to melt all over me, wherever gravity pulls your liquified body… You will not offend me… I can sense a lingering degree of hesitation, stiffness in their muscles, as if they are trying to support themselves enough to keep their full weight from pinning me down.

I want you to abandon any such thoughts. Do not be afraid of weighing me down. Allow yourself to become comfortable with the idea of pressing our bodies together. There is no shame in existing this close to each other. On top of me in one way, and beneath me in another. It’s just you and me right now. Your head, and my lap.

My strong, capable thighs, carrying all of your weight with ease. You can sink. Let yourself.. sink.

And the light touch of my hand on your forehead is enough to push you down even deeper. Even if it’s only ever so slightly.. Even if you struggle to perceive the touch itself. That just means you are doing well, honing in on my words. My voice. My instructions.

Now, I want you to do me a favor.

Lick your lips for me to show me you hear me. Just a subtle sign of confirmation without disrupting or trying to move your settling body.

Keep your eyes closed, just lick your lips.

Mn, now, for that favor of mine… We’re just going to move on to our next meditation exercise, okay?

Lick your lips if you understand. Moving forward, this will be your new signal of affirmation. Even if I don’t prompt you to tell me you understand – doing it yourself will save us the time it takes me to keep asking. It’s okay if you forget, or if it is not an instinctual response at first. Over time, as we continue to work together, it will feel more and more natural to respond in these subtle ways. To mindlessly internalize my suggestions and Obey without a thought.

But getting back on track, though, to that favor, our next exercise, I would just like you to try to imagine something for me. Okay?

I want you to imagine that you are slippery. Mhm, just like the lips you’ll keep moistening with your tongue. Slippery with an invisible layer that separates your skin from everything else.. Putting you slightly out of sync with the movement of your clothes.. The drooping of the couch..

So enveloped by this slippery barrier, that if you were to try to sit up, or even try to turn over, you wouldn’t be able to maintain any kind of grip and you’d just slip right back to the position you’re in now, with a bit of added slipping and sliding… Like a fish out of water. Or a used bar of soap on the shower floor. Like a soft, pliant ball of dough set aside in a warm corner to rest in a heavily greased-up bowl. Like if I tried to pick you up, you’d squish in the pinch of my fingers at first, and then stretch and sag and slip right out of my hands if I’m not careful. If I’m not attentive enough to adapt my hold on you.

And if, for whatever reason, I were to try to pour water onto you, it would simply drip down the sides… Off… Completely unable to penetrate the slippery layer protecting you from such external factors. Just a small, round, slippery little ball of dough… Until I DROP you back down into the bowl, where your shape slightly flattens… Melts into gravity’s pull… The only thing that remains unchanged by your slippery coating. Gravity will always reach you.

And right now, instead of resting in a bowl, you are resting on my thighs. Still nice and warm, but much less binding. The shape and direction of your spread can expand and fill much sneakier spaces. The canyon between my thighs, for example, allowing you to sink even further down than where you were initially placed to rest. Like rising-dough, simultaneously spreading out, up, and down, into every nook and cranny that you can fill with your fluid shape, aided by the smooth glide of your slippery exterior.

You can fill so much space… Yet nothing can truly reach you. Nothing but gravity. My voice. Even my hands can only do so much to shift you. Everything just slips right off. A lubricated, unwieldy little blob. No worries. No thoughts. No responsibilities. Just a little doughball in my lap. Everything non-doughball related just slips right off, keeping you uncontaminated by anything that isn’t meant to become a part of you. Ensuring that nothing can stick to you unless it is pressed, folded, or mixed into you by force.

Lick your lips… Nice and slick, see? Rub them together and see how the friction feels under the moisture.

I can easily slide my fingers over them… Nice, wet, slippery… And the lubrication can enhance the sensation, sending tingles through your skin… Or perhaps the barrier protects you from feeling my touch entirely. Take note, so you can tell me later which one it is… Everyone is different… And yet… The property of being slippery affects the surrounding forces the same. Makes my fingers slip much easier over the surface… Almost too easy… Like a fish out of water…. Like a used bar of soap on the shower floor… Like a soft, pliant ball of dough set down to rest in a heavy slathering of oil… All are tricky to grasp. All are difficult to cling to. But, not, impossible.

Small, unnecessary intrusions, like tiny water Droplets… Fears… Worries… Pointless doubts… They all just slip right off and away. They couldn’t penetrate the slick surface even if they got the chance to try before helplessly falling, down, and away. No unwanted moisture getting into this little ball of dough… No fears… No worries… No doubts… No thoughts at all. Just plain, slippery, undisturbed, softening, malleable, dough. Sinking and spreading all over my lap and into any spaces gravity pulls you into… And repelling all of those trickling little nothings.

Dough doesn’t worry about taking space. Dough is supposed to spread and expand.

Dough has no thoughts about being manhandled and kneaded. Dough is a blank canvas of potential. Dough becomes whatever the baker decides for it to be.

Lick your lips if you agree.

This is what I mean when I say this slippery dough is tricky to grip, but “not impossible”. Dough only exists because someone made it. And the process is not yet over, either.

Dough can become delicious, or completely unpalatable bread, depending on its cooperation with the baker. Dough can be oh, so soft… And it can also be hard, and tense. Resistant. All of these qualities are possibilities for dough, and that is okay. But only some of them can create soft, fluffy bread.

It can take a lot of practice to perfect… And there are a lot of influencing factors that one must be mindful of. Even the weather and altitude can change everything. It requires… a holistic approach.

See? It applies to everything~

Everything in this world is just so complicated and complex and multi-faceted… It’s perfectly understandable if you just want to let go and allow yourself to laze your brain like a ball of dough from time to time. Soft… Warm… Relaxing… Moldable… So full of potential, without requiring any active effort from you to create something amazing.

So slippery, that everything slips off

Everything except for the strong, squeezing grip of my kneading hands… Petting and wiping away all of those un-sticking nothings for good. Shhh…. All gone.

Bye-bye thoughts… Bye-bye fears… Bye-bye worries… Bye-bye doubts… Bye-bye thoughts… Bye-bye memories... New memories can’t even stick to your lubed up dough-brain… The only add-ins that will remain, are the ingredients, the suggestions, I explicitly, deliberately, fold and knead and mix and squeeze directly inside. Deeply ingrained and baked in. A part of you… The you that I create with my own two hands.

But the memory of me putting them here won’t have a chance to latch… Just slipping off the outer surface with all of those irrelevant thoughts… Fears… Worries… Doubts… Thoughts. My influence will be deeply rooted inside of you… Unremovable… Unseen… Unnoticed. It will just be how you are. Dough isn’t sentient. Isn’t self aware.

An olive loaf doesn’t know it’s an olive loaf. A cinnamon-swirl loaf may appear plain and untouched, with no hint of such a Special surprise inside, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there~

You, like an oiled up ball of dough, are simply existing… Passive, and unperturbed. Peaceful… Pleasant… Pretty… Perfect~

You are being absolutely perfect, doing very well for me.

Just existing. Resting so comfortably. Borderline insentient and imperceptive.

You haven’t even reacted to my readjustments of your doughy head… No flinching from my pinches… To brow-furrowing from all the scratches… You’ve done well with this imagination exercise… this slippery barrier… Nothing can reach you… Touch your consciousness… Rouse you to life… Like you really are just an object for me to position and prepare. Unaware of even your own actions. Like the natural, unconscious rising of yeasted dough.

Just… Ready, for whenever I decide to add your mix-ins. Your filling.

AKA, your medicine~

…

(Unzips pants)

Open your mouth… “Ahhh”… Tongue out… Now I’m going to hold it open, as wide as I need it… I want your mouth to build up some saliva first – this medicine needs to be held in your mouth for a little bit before you can swallow. Just to let it “dissolve” completely… And the extra spit will help.

And… Holding your mouth wide open… Yeah… I can see it welling up as I speak.. All over that loose little face… Very.. Slippery, indeed…

(Soft mouth-fucking)

Very good…

And, I’m just going to… Mhm… Yeah….

Your cheeks might feel a little… Sore… Stretched.. tomorrow… That’s just a normal side effect… Very… Very normal…

And… Your throat might feel.. irritated.. too… They should both subside pretty quickly… You’ll easily be able to attribute it to doing a lot of, smiling, and talking, respectively… Or perhaps they will subside before you’re even lucid enough to notice the feeling… You’ll just… Continue on with life… Like this never happened… Won’t even be able to be sure if this whole appointment even happened. Just a dream… Just wishful thinking~

You’ve been doing a great job with that so far~…

Keeping your “initial consultation” appointments every week.. It’s a feeling of such inherent need that you don’t even question my unorthodox methods… You’ll come back for your “first appointment” every week… And just like always… You’ll DROP so deep for me… So easily… So, so deep, that any stubborn memories that didn’t just slip right off the outer surface of your smooth, slick dough-brain will just bake off like germs in the oven.. Like, shhhhh…. Evaporating into hot steam…

Hot, wet, steam… Like the kind that makes you feel delirious in the sauna.

Overheated… Lost… Confused… A sign it’s almost time to leave… It just feels so nice~… But you can always come back another time. Because you crave the pleasant comfort… Crave the head-swimming feeling… The mental.. physical.. emotional.. social… sexual.. benefits… It’s all connected in that invisible, rapidly swirling, hot.. steam…

Hot.. Shiny… Wet.. Slippery skin…

Thank you for making your lips nice and wet for me, by the way… You are a very good listener… Very good at Obeying. A very good hypnotic subject. Very, very good at taking your medicine, too. Every week, okay?

You’re already in my schedule for this time and day every week, so you don’t need to worry about any of the coordinating and scheduling. It’s all taken care of for you~

All you have to do is show up… Relax… Let me talk you down… DROP your head into my lap, in the perfect position for me to give you your medicine.

Just come right on back to me.

Come meet me for the first time~

I’ll be waiting for you~

And I’ll always have a nice, healthy dose of your Special, yummy, warm, thick, addictive medicine waiting for you~

Almost ready for your now…

(Mouth-fucking speeds up)

It’s going to be a bit hot and bitter going down…

The nice thing about your current state… Submissive… Limp… Insentient and imperceptive… is… It should feel like nothing more than a gentle, soothing warmth, if anything at all. You’ve never choked on it before, anyway…

I think you quite like it~… Either that, or you never process what’s happening, or, forget before you even get the chance to react… Maybe both…

Not like either of us can know for sure…

(SUBLIMINALS OVERPOWER FROM HERE)

… what…?

… just that… you will come…

… deja vu…

… Just DROP…

… hellooo? …

… Obey…

… perfect… warm mouth…

… here it comes…

Good job…

… be good … swallow all … medicine…

… this time next week… see you…

… just come… to me…

… cum in your tummy… cinnamon loaf…

… we’ll work great together…

… I’ll give… you need…

… and when you.. wake…. in your own…

… strange sense of deja vu…

… never even left…

… shhhhh…..

… so silly… forgetful…

… must have taken… nap…

… dreamworld…

… you need…