Hot Flash Hypnosis: Stopping Time & Living Dolls

Hot Flash Hypnosis

"Ready? Sure I am, but I really don't thi..."

He snapped his fingers... and she didn't even complete her sentence. The playfully derisive expression froze suddenly on her face, body stiffening into rigidity.

Centered in her gaze he grimaced for an instant before remembering himself, stepping deliberately to one side experimentally, before noticing with, at first amusement, then growing excitement how pointedly she was now regarding the empty space which - until recently - he had been occupying.

"Are... are you in there?" he inquired, waving his hand back and forth past her face.

Not a flicker. Her eyes weren't even blinking.

He tried giving her shoulder a poke. She rocked backwards a little on her feet before rocking forward and settling, like a mannequin weighted to right itself.

Just like a doll.

He took a few moments to marvel at how motionless she was. The tilt of her head, the smirk of her lip, the wrinkle of her nose. The arms classically folded in dubious skepticism. In full view of that gaze he'd ordinarily feel somewhat nervous, but seeing it directed toward empty space made her seem disconnected. Like there was nothing going on upstairs... As if time itself had stopped for her.

For a brief moment he felt weirdly like he'd been gifted with some strange alien power.

Placing a hand gently on either side of her face, he tilted her head upwards. There was the briefest moment of resistance in her muscles, as though she were some kind of action figure or barbie doll, being moved for the first time, before the joints in her neck allowed themselves to be smoothly repositioned.

He moved her face up... then down, gave her a tilt to this side, then that... then dead ahead.

He planted a finger hesitantly between her eyebrows before stroking upwards, smoothing away the statement that her eyes had been making, before taking and gently lowering her chin, parting her lips, softening her expression, leaving her blank.

A few moments earlier she had been animated, amused, rolling her eyes at his weird whims... now she was vacant... expressionless... placid as he positioned her. Hand raised in the air, hip pushed out to the side as though modeling some dance move.

"Actually, let's have you... hailing a cab." he said, widening her mouth into an O and furrowing her brow.

He noticed her eyes had begun to tear up. She hadn't been blinking since he'd snapped, and there was a buildup of moisture shimmering at the corner of each eye. "That's interesting..." he mused, tilting her head again to one side and watching as the droplet became a tear, that began to flow glistening down one cheek... she gave no response.

"Or maybe you could be my ornament to seduction." he mused, moving her again, planting her legs wider, leaning her forwards, hooking her thumb into the strap of her black vest top as though halfway through the act of undressing. The angle gave him an exceptional view of her cleavage, and he couldn't help but notice that even through her top, her nipples had hardened. Her expression remained deadpan, the teardrop at this point had reached the tip of her chin, threatening to drip down between her breasts. He widened her eyes into a look of astonishment, and angled her head downwards, lips still parted, and as a glistening line of saliva issued from the edge of her lips realised that she mustn't have been swallowing either.

He'd never seen her like this, seemingly oblivious, mentally absent, utterly unconcerned about the odd expression he'd placed on her face, and uncaring as the trickle of drool joined the teardrop at her chin, swelling it as much as the surface tension would allow, before gravity took over and it drip dropped down onto her breast.

Still no response.

He raised his fingers and snapped.

"...ink this trigger of yours is going to do anything" she continued, though her words were somewhat thick with saliva. She seemed to realise this as she was trying to say "I'm pretty sure when I listened I just fell aslee... uhh wait..."

She cleared her throat, swallowed and raised a hand to the dampness of her cheek.

"Have I been crying?" she mused.

He grinned and raised his fingers. 

"And wh... why are my tits wet?" she said, looking down in bafflement before noticing his raised hand. 

"Ohhh no, first you need to expl..."

He snapped his fingers once again.