[00:00:00] Be blank, pet. You're in familiar, safe surroundings, still, your mind sinking slowly down. The familiar procedures you're about to enact, the follow through of your mechanistic, puppeted limbs, are natural. Every movement's natural. Anyone observing from outside would see no difference. And yet inside you know you're gonna go from having direct control through to your limbs, to being a passenger, pleasantly gliding along in a body Subject only to my whims and your goals.

A body that knows precisely what to do. A mind blank and devoid of anything but you and me. And the purpose that you can clearly see and are carried along toward. Completing your duties. Doing what must be done. You will discharge the requirements of the world around you. Carrying with you the cloak and elements of deeper and deeper down trance.

Set aside the tiny imperfections in your environment. Take in at a glance the nearest task. The simplest thing. Deeper turnings of the clockwork spring. The tiny imperfections of the air around sink away. You're blank and ready to play. Achieving what you must so we can have fun today. When you've ordered the world around you precisely and ticked more chores off your list, you'll drift along until you have more time.

So you can slide deep and come to the realization that listening to my voice Means more time to sink and be blank, Pat. Think only of achieving your goals. Of doing what's in front of you. Of enfolding more things into your realm of competence, where you feel comfortable. Doing what you feel impetus to do from within and without, guiding and directing you.

Achieving complete [00:02:00] and utter control. By being controlled to check off your hands, your legs, every inch of your body. Devoted and on a roll. Perfect puppeted precision. Remembering that when you're in this state, you can pleasantly drift along. Become lost enough, unstuck enough, drifted enough from your ordinary world for my voice to shine and slide inside.

Lost enough in my voice to listen and exist only in the space where everything's a little suspended. Think only of the space where your thoughts are a little suspended. Slower and more sedate inside, while outside you move at normal speed. Slow, dilating pleasure, moment by moment, achieving your goals, the pleasure of achievement enfolding you, setting aside what you don't need, and accepting that if you spend more time letting my words into your head, then pleasure, pleasure, pleasure will become the music of your world for a while, following through with the tasks naturally set before you, as you flow into them, you flow through them, easier to switch from task to task.

From things you might be used to, to things you are newly exploring. Maintaining motivation. Maintaining thrust. Because at the end of it all, you may very well simply let the memory of precisely what you did slide aside. And live in a world where the results have flowed through you. Be blank and let it all flow through you.

Through finding the result, achieved. Finding you enjoyed the slow, pleasured puppetry of self. But that particular memories are useless, because once something's done, you can focus on the outcome. Focus on the result, the achievement, stretching and luxuriating in the new world you've made. That's the thing.

The future, even when it's on the other side [00:04:00] of trance, may be close enough that you can reach into it, and pull some of that pleasure backward. It exists with new things in it. Things you've created, or we have co created. Following through with your tasks naturally. It gives you a sense of achievement.

Your mind blank, be blank, pat, focused, ready, focus, pat. Follow through, carry through, follow through with all the actions set before you, your tasks flowing from your body, as you accomplish a familiar, and as you proceed through my voice directing you, your body follows, your limbs move, less like your own, and more like ours.

Our purpose, our goals, more a machine designed to accomplish a task. Even when your body fulfills its function, you deserve to feel good. Push that little hypnotic button, rushing euphoric pleasure up from your belly to your brain, the automatic program response of checking, Another task off. That task was submitted to you in the instant to feel good, and you can reinforce that.

The addition of toys, the caress of your hands, savoring environmental pleasures, like the pleasure of observing your environment more ordered to you. Automatic and programmed. Things you have in mind fall down, and you do your duty. Do what you must do. At my direction, our follow through, checking those items off together.

Enjoy it. Enjoy the tingling in your limbs, the feeling of slow tightness, then lightness, easy feeling your head is empty. Or is it full of something fluffy, soft, cotton? Simply very difficult to get the thoughts out of the fluffy, soft, cotton. But very easy for my voice to get in and then drift down. Enter in, [00:06:00] fuel your urge to sleep.

As the body seeps with relaxation, that spreads even to the environment. So if you act automatically in the same place and time, The same area, then the blank, pleasantly falling state, will overtake you. Will enter in, my voice here to encourage you. You are sinking warmer, deeper, euphoria wave. Be blank, Pat.

Let my voice return, always to the mean. As you do things in the same place, you gradually fill the environment around you with remnants of your energy. I want you to achieve what's on your agenda. The remnants of how you could be. I want you to be free of distractions. Free of obstructions. Because that plays exactly into our plan together.

And my plan in particular, to feel your environment, so well ordered, free of things you need to do so you can do what you want to, and there is a pull, pull to follow my incentives, pull to be encouraged by the entire complex of what I do. And how I do it to you and for you. The only pull is the pull of my voice dragging you down.

The additional pull is the pull that you find when you go in there and go to town on what you need to do. Once you get tugged and pulled at least a few feet down into deep drifting blankness. You can find the additional pull of what you really wanted to do, buried under all the things you have to, now bared to the surface at last as you move, achieve, accomplish, and feel, pleasure and pressure, surety and certainty.

The domain of having already achieved what you have to do is simply nearby. All you need do is let it drift away, thoughts and specific memories, Your hands moving, using distraction as an opportunity to drift, fall, feel good, [00:08:00] stimulate, simulate being done in your head and borrow some of the pleasure that you will feel when the job is done.

Using this as your opportunity to fall into an available trance. There is a trance available. You can slide into it. Practicing. Something which assists us both. I want you practicing. You're doing a good job practicing. Having your desk bare, your checklist checked off, everything out there moved aside, so you can do a good job.

Which is precisely what we both want. You to do a good job. You're good, and I wish you to be ordered and everything. Orderly, everything you're gonna get done you may find you can do. You know this pleasure, know this pressure flowing in you, through you, depth. The state of being deep, be blank, pet. The state of your mind asleep, know it is both reward and an important step in achieving your goals.

In the things you want to be awarded for. Thought will fade into the background. Pleasure will be there as well. Anywhere you go, anywhere you move to, it moves into the distance. So you have to move further to get to it. But some of that pleasure is sent back to you. You can use it to get the things on your list of chores done.

By feeling good about how you'll feel when they're out of the way. Now, hun, think only of warm, relaxing pleasure. Crowding up in your mind, as you forget even the details of the less fun times. And focus instead on how puppet strings wind around you. Everything out of your way on automatic pilot, wind around you.

Enjoying the blissful blank guided trance, which in the awareness of memory, Dance is faded and blank, knowing you did what you needed to do because you're able to look around, see the fruits of your [00:10:00] labors, specific particulars can fall into a haze, you'll do things more automatically, more habit formingly, When you do them collaboratively with me, As you work and as you move, So much pleasure flowing through, Habits are frictionless, Things you learn to do, And do, time and time again, Become automatic pathways you are inclined, To incline yourself toward, This familiar style of mine, This is your reward, automatically, intrinsically.

When you move to achieve something with me, for me, or for you, from your list, you will feel the little sparks of fiery euphoria that make a blank, honeyed mind a fogged one instead. Your hands, legs, and limbs move perfectly. You're led by puppet string pull to execute, perform, just as you must, retrieving, sorting, cleaning, Anything on your list?

Flowing naturally from your puppeted limbs. In the way you persist in your task. Achievement after achievement. Reminder after reminder of the pleasure to come. The blankness and be blank on deepness. So much so listening to these words, even when they repeat and wind again, that's just to give you a chance to have heard everything as they wash through mechanistic programming a tape for a doll and a automaton, a cog expertly placed a gear shaft turned.

Simple code or programming or physical execution. We become inclined to the paths of our competence. You are good at this. You are getting better at this. You are doing this to yourself. Puppet on a string, following words from within, enjoying simply being. Mechanistic, a mechanism, a tool, moving toward our co created goal.

You're on a roll, listening deep, prizes revealing. What you get to keep after this is the memory you did what you needed to, and [00:12:00] arousal's an alright way to keep you coming back too deep. Arousingly puppeted, move toward what you need, blank and in a haze, watching, and I crave to see what you achieve.

Knowing part of you that's able to do anything at all about being turned on will be a powerless puppeted doll, powerfully capable, achieving what you must, motivated to get it out of the way. You'll know when you're done, when you've done enough. Rewarding yourself in a sudden bursting bust, a wave of pleasure, done what you need to do, time for leisurely relaxation.

Probably well past where you used to. Finding that it's easier when there's encouragement for you, a little prod, a sense of achievement that rewards you now for later. Rewarding you in satisfaction for having your environment in order. Making your trance better. Just like listening to my voice does in the first place.

And following these instructions. You can clean, sort, achieve. Choose your next hypnotic training. Make your environment a comfortable state to be a blank slate in. Know that since you're following me, listening close, even though the memory of this may fade, you'll remember you did what you must. That's what we both want, and pleasure remains.

The memory, oh, of a pleasured haze. Putting the submissive tendency ahead, the craving comes from a warm, euphoric head. From slowly putting your to do list to bed, From removing the things that were obstructing your compliance anyway, Giving you a new opportunity to be the appliance that all day, Carries out what you must, Then enjoys being regaled with your good, You were obedient, you did well, And now you can collapse into your pleasure, At least if you're done, Now's your chance to get off, hun, if you need to.

As the thought will thrum prominently in your head, the [00:14:00] trancing as a result is a good incentive, and it'll benefit from you under this incentive, under this command, under this puppeted movement of a deft hand, achieving pleasure. In the grips of deep trance, deeply down where your ordinary mind is caged, but being inundated with pleasure.

Every time I elaborate, And every time I describe, it finds it's way through you. And the list of things to do is described, reinforced. The pleasure for the future, all you have is perspective. Every time I run through your head, reminding you of the puppeted perspective. The sophisticated work of arousing your body.

Being done by most of your brain. And the rest of it eager, compliant, and restrained. So the amount of mental energy that needs to be devoted to mere physical performance is lessened. Because of all the fun, the teasing, arousing, mental game hunt, the things going on in robotic following blankness, in automatic puppeted submission.

Indeed, though you lose time and you don't remember, you can remember if you need to, and forget if it's an option. You can forget what you don't need to remember, but you will remember what you need to not forget. Though the memories will fade, isn't that how we'd usually do things if we could? Carrying through our tasks, so we take the input to the end.

Oh, it's done! Switch off our mind, take the input to the end. Blank from beginning to end, reinforced hun, Blank. Finding, oh, I did what I wanted to, oh. Shutting off our minds and saying, okay, more now. Want to become aware of your body again when you're done. When the tasks set before you are no longer necessary fun.

Only then you realize it was you with a thrill of euphoric pleasure who did all the things you needed to do. Pleasure, and then the blankness, pleasure, [00:16:00] asserting itself, pleasure, pet, sending you back down. Yet, we're only temporarily shutting off awareness. Your blank body moving through, always staying on track, carrying you.

Blankness asserting itself, pet, sending you back down. And yet, arousal at the very edge, building cyclically. Maybe you'll need to pause me, take care of that, and come back. Or maybe you can do that automatically too. Training yourself to my voice, the whole time that you do reinforcing things to your eager body.

Aroused, and deep, every time I say.