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Eunji's arm was lighter than air.

Well, the thing was that she knew that it wasn't. Her arm was... well, she didn't know the weight exactly, but it was certainly more than how light it felt right now. Her arm rose, her wrist limp and fingers of her hand splayed lazily as it slowly elevated over her head.

She did know that her muscles were still moving it. It wasn't like her arm was actually rising like a balloon. But that part of her brain was only whispering now. And there were other sensations, much louder than her rational thoughts, which allowed her to feel her hollow limb rise as if the laws of nature demanded it.

But even her conscious, dreamy thoughts were aware of her surroundings. She sat on a wooden chair, in an arc with four others around a performer. That performer was on a stage raised almost five feet at one end of a hall of hundreds of people. Spotlights blared down on that platform, so bright Eunji could see the orange-ness of it even through her closed eyelids.

Despite the huge crowd, she was calm. Because whenever blood threatened to rush to her cheeks in a flush of hot embarrassment, the hypnotist's smooth voice patted down that surge. She could really appreciate someone so skilled at keeping his volunteers at ease with his steady cadence.

She would appreciate it even more if her attention wasn't brought gently back to her arm. It had continued its journey to its natural limit. There was no ache in her shoulder, it had washed away in the man's dulcet tones, but she could feel arm locked vertically as her hand tried to float even higher.

"You are completely relaxed. You are ready to go deeper into hypnosis. Your arm is becoming stiff. It is sticking to your head."

The voice made her not worry about her tired arm. She didn't feel any impulse from her muscles, only a dull sensation of stiffness. As her chest slowly lowered to release another breath, she felt her hand stutter towards her hair. It was a slow movement, and it was not one she was consciously willing. It was slow, and inexorable, but the movement was completely natural.

She could focus entirely on her hand's steady progress. It was liberating, she didn't have to think. By letting go and falling deeper into trance, her body still took care of itself. She didn''t have to worry. The voice said more things and her breathing became even deeper - she didn't even need to focus on the words any more. It didn't matter, her body knew what to do, and the soothing tones were enough. Her hand moved closer and closer to its final destination and everything faded away. The reflection of the light through her eyes, the feeling of the stiff chair behind her, the feeling of hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her.

It didn't matter. She was in trance.

Her hand was so close now. She knew once it stuck fast to her head she would fall even deeper. She would completely lose conscious control. And she was fine with that, she wanted it, even.

But then the void of sensation in her body was filled by her heart beating. A terribly fast and constant ba-dump in her chest and her arm and even her wrist. She had stopped moving. Everything felt suddenly incredibly hot, like blushing in front of her crush but times at least twenty.

It all happened in a few seconds. Her feet flung forwards and rather than endless void they found the planks of the stage. Reality returned. She was sat on a wooden chair at one end of a theatre, with her hand limp and dangling precariously from the end of one tried arm. She let her eyes flutter open as her hand dropped, a tiny, sheepish smile growing on her face.

She inclined her head slightly to look at the other four volunteers. All four had their hand on their head - two had their palms resting on top, another had it almost covering her ear, and the fourth woman had it haphazardly perpendicular to her temples. All four of them had their mouths open in dazed, sleepy expressions.

The main performer stood still, at an angle to face the audience, one hand holding his arm as he gesticulated slowly to emphasise his words.

"Now you will fall into deep hypnosis. Your hand will become heavy and drop from your head." He snapped his fingers for emphasis, and completely simultaneously the four women's hands fell like rocks to hang limply at their sides. Their eyes were closed, their breathing slow.

Eunji couldn't help but giggle at how silly this whole thing must look. She covered her mouth, of course - she didn't mean to disrespect the show at all! It was good! Especially from such a front-row seat!

But the small round that escaped still caught the hypnotist's eye.

He turned to her. He was not quite an elder, but he was definitely much older than her, at least 40 years old. He had the soft face of a kindly man, but his lips were curled into the mischievous grin of someone much younger. He swiveled back to the crowd.

"Now the volunteers are deeply in trance, I'll digress for a moment."

Eunji gulped. A few people were already training their gaze on the one clearly awake volunteer.

"You may remember, I started this act by saying it would be a personality test..."

She felt her eyebrows raise. Hey, that was right! She was expecting him to do some sort of fortune telling thing... Or maybe make them fill out an MBTI or something else weird an unscientific like that. And then she'd ended up in a hypnosis show. She almost felt like she should be a bit offended, but she had volunteered after all.

"That is because only a person with a good personality can fall into deep hypnosis. These four girls." He motioned calmly at the other chairs occupied by women with drooping chins and swaying, weightless arms, "Have good personalities. They are open-minded, they were ready to relax, and they were able to practice mindfulness only in the present moment. These are essential qualities of a good subject of hypnosis, but also of a good person. These women are peaceful and agreeable."

He moved his hand to gesture vaguely in Eunji's direction. For a moment it seemed like he was sneering at her. A neg? Or maybe a challenge?

"Whereas some of the population are simply not suited for hypnosis. They are stubborn and uncompromising, which is why they are unwilling to accept instructions." The audience laughed, four hundred voices joined in mockery of her. Eunji was not a strong enough woman to not blush and shrink a bit in her seat. "If you cannot fall into trance, you have a bad personality, you make a bad coworker, and a troublesome family member."

That wasn't fair at all! She was definitely close to falling into trance, she just got scared at the last second. She had a perfectly good personality!

Well, she did have the flaw that she was very quick to get into a fight.

"Hey!" She was half stood-up in her chair already, "I'm not that bad!"

He made a theatrical turn, eyebrow raised so high even the seats at the back could see it. "Really? I must say that's surprising from someone wide awake while four others sleep so peacefully."

"I was almost there! I am open-minded." She may have stomped a little with one of her feet as she said it. Her face was still blazing hot.

"Miss Jung, was it?" The magician had already turned away, his voice turning from stage-voice to his soothing timbre as he whispered something to the other girls to keep them entranced.

"Jung Eunji." She said as her skin flared with annoyance that it didn't get to experience the trance because of her silly stubborn brain.

He turned back to the audience. "Who thinks Jung Eunji is open-minded?"

A murmur of disagreement was amplified by hundreds of voices until it became a wave that hit her and forced her back into her seat in red-faced defeat.

"True enough, my lovely audience. But don't you think she should have a second chance?"

Eunji nodded her head as the audience made a few polite noises of assent.

"Well then, Miss Jung. Let's see if you can redeem yourself by going even deeper into trance than my other volunteers."

Hey, that wasn't fair! She didn't say anything out of politeness, but the performer clearly saw her pout.

"You need to make up for being so uncooperative earlier, Miss Jung. But if your personality is as good as you say, it should be fine." She still pouted, but she nodded. "Remember, my dear. You need to open your mind. Focus only on the present moment. Let yourself be at peace. Open yourself up to my voice and commands. Focus only on my words, and you can prove yourself."

It wasn't a hard ask. His voice was as velvet as ever, and it was so easy for Eunji to drown out the rest of the environment and let it fill her ears. Soon enough she barely even felt the residual flush of heat in her face, and her chin bobbed a couple of times lazily before falling to rest on her neck.

Soft tones told her that her arm was light and it became light. With a pale cold feeling it rose once again, and this time Eunji didn't just let her consciousness fall away as it rose. She actively tried to tune out the mutters and sniggers of the crowd, the weight of her lolling head, and the lights training down on her. She forced herself to think only of the hypnotist's words and of her splayed, rising hand.

Her thoughts were detached from her body as it floated in a sea of black, guided only by the slow waves of his voice. But she still felt her shoulder tire.

She started to think disappointed thoughts, but she remembered she was meant to be calm and open minded. Berating herself would do not good. She simply guided her consciousness back. Away from her body, back into the formless void of trance.

Depp beneath, her hand attached to her head, and the voice informed her it was a cue to sink deeper. Her body moved upwards in the space of her thoughts, become ever more unreachable as her hand fell and she sunk into trance. There was nothing but his voice.

His voice told her she was deeply entranced. She hadn't the focus to nod in agreement but she knew she was deeper than ever before. He told her how hot the room was. How she was really uncomfortable. Far above her thoughts, she felt her body heat up. It wasn't like her blush before - no, she needed to focus - it was sweaty and uncomfortable. Her hand that was so out of her conscious control started to fan her face by instinct, limp motions with no real force behind them sent a slight wind at her slack face.

She knew that it meant she was doing a good job. Maybe it was because the voice was telling her that? She wasn't sure. It didn't matter. She was waiting for snap.

The snap came, shifting the current of her trance and bringing her focus entirely on the calming words. She was stiff, like a wooden board. Her focus was pulled back up, as she became entirely present in her body. Not its surroundings, only on the sensation of her legs fighting to stay entirely still, her muscles tensing as they tried to comply with the voice's commands. She poured all her will into it, she had to prove how good a personality she had. She had to show him she was a good girl. Eventually enough of her will had filled her limbs that they did pull taut, as strong as iron - even her neck went perfectly straight and her arms fell at attention by her side.

The snap came, and she knew she had done well. She had proved she was as good as the others.

But as her awareness fell back into the void, she knew she needed to do more than prove she was as good. She was the best. The most open minded, the most compliant.

She would focus only on the Voice. She would follow its orders and obey her commands. Her awareness fell away completely, her mind became completely open.

The snap came, and she was wide awake. She was on a stage in an arc of five chairs, with four other women casting their eyes around the room in shock at their own sudden responsiveness to all the stimuli around them. She saw the light, she felt her slightly tired body. She saw the audience, and she heard their applause.

The voice told her to bow, so she linked hands with the other ladies and she complied.

Cheers greeted them. Sure, they were mostly for the hypnotist, but she had certainly played her part by being a good subject. She had showed them a real hypnosis and let them be pulled along by the fantasy of it. It was a perfect show, and she had loved it as much as they did.

But it was missing something.

That thought had swirled in Eunji's slowly-functioning brain through the rest of the magic tricks. She had no will to fight it, so she went along with it. Basically, she had no choice but to find the hypnotist's dressing room after the show and knock.

When he opened the door, his face wore that same mischievous grin of a younger man rather than the shock of an old performer interrupted in his leisure time.

"Miss Jung! What a surprise. What are you doing here?" And yet if he was lying, his voice smoothed it over perfectly.

Just like it had smoothed over all her doubts and worries about hypnosis.

"Erm... Oppa... I know this sounds weird, so I'm sorry. But... But I'm sure I can go even deeper. Even at the end I could still feel thoughts whizzing around my head! I still wasn't completely relaxed!" Her hand had started to nervously twirl her hair, completely unbidden by any conscious thought.

His kind face wore only a raised eyebrow as he motioned her towards a pink-cushioned chair. "And you want to feel how deep you can go?"

She sunk into it. So much nicer than the wooden stage chair. It would be even easier to let go of her body in this state, and focus on purging all those whirring, distracting thoughts. "Yeah..." Eunji pursed her lips for a moment. "I want to prove to myself that I can do it." Her hands poked her fingers together shyly. "Aaaand I think I'd enjoy how it feels."

He smiled in understanding. "Very well, Jung Eunji. I'll take you as deep as you will go."

His voice had never sounded so good.

For the third time, she was guided through the motions that would acclimatise her brain to submission to his commands. Her arm rose and fell in time with his words, confirming her obedience to her own malleable brain, and soon she was fully dropped again, floating in the sweet oblivion of trance.

The voice was more insistent than ever, and she was happy to follow its orders. Just like before, she felt the room around her heating up. As she sunk into the fluffy pillows her entire torso became unbearably hot. She heard, or maybe she simply knew that the only way to fight off the heat was to make off her shirt.

Her heartbeat asserted itself, so jarring and fast. It was a warning, just like during her first trance. Parts of herself tried to scream this was obviously wrong.

But the voice assured her she had no choice.

And her instincts were wrong before. Trance had been nice, nothing bad had happened. She trusted the voice more than her own resistance.

She felt the humid air directly on her abs and on her exposed stomach between. She actively fought to suppress any other feeling and any other thought. She felt the top of her chest cool down immediately as it as left covered only by her bra. And she felt only that new sensation of comfort.

And she heard only "You're doing very well, Miss Jung."

And... "You are a good girl, Eunji."

It felt so good. She felt a new heat, even more intense, between her legs. But she didn't focus on it. She had to give in completely and be the best submissive that ever was. So she focused only on the voice.

"Because you are such a good girl, when I snap my fingers you will fall into a complete trance. You will no longer be able to think."

She didn't have to say anything, he snapped his fingers and she fell. There was no Eunji there anymore, not really. Her will had disappeared. She had the best possible personality - no personality, just complete obedience to his commands.

Eunji didn't so much hear his commands as they went directly to her brain. She simply passively experienced her body raising itself from the pink cushions and then falling to her knees. She felt two hands on her back, and her own hands helping them to unhook her bra. Then her grip moved to his waist.

She felt pleasure.

The purest pleasure from the purest obedience thanks to the purest, most helpful personality. The most servile personality.

She obeyed his commands.

----

This is it. A story I've had on the back burner for about a year or maybe more, that I've finally felt confident I can do justice to.

It's inspired by this very formative video for me: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSLaSK… (skip to 19:00 for the good part). Apart from the fact it has one of my oldest Kpop bias groups, it's fairly standard 'real world' hypnosis, with a side of the reincarnation stuff Koreans are obsessed with. Some cute silly expressions but nothing more. But what really gets me about this video is how they talk about it afterwards, and particularly how one of them talks about her body almost 'warning' her against the trance.

Anyway I made it about Eunji instead because Eunji superior. But yeah basically I wanted to mix that up with the standard 'stage hypnosis -> backstage real hypnosis' trope.

I really hope you enjoy this one!

Description

Eunji's arm was lighter than air.

Well, the thing was that she knew that it wasn't. Her arm was... well, she didn't know the weight exactly, but it was certainly more than how light it felt right now. Her arm rose, her wrist limp and fingers of her hand splayed lazily as it slowly elevated over her head.

She did know that her muscles were still moving it. It wasn't like her arm was actually rising like a balloon. But that part of her brain was only whispering now. And there were other sensations, much louder than her rational thoughts, which allowed her to feel her hollow limb rise as if the laws of nature demanded it.

But even her conscious, dreamy thoughts were aware of her surroundings. She sat on a wooden chair, in an arc with four others around a performer. That performer was on a stage raised almost five feet at one end of a hall of hundreds of people. Spotlights blared down on that platform, so bright Eunji could see the orange-ness of it even through her closed eyelids.

Despite the huge crowd, she was calm. Because whenever blood threatened to rush to her cheeks in a flush of hot embarrassment, the hypnotist's smooth voice patted down that surge. She could really appreciate someone so skilled at keeping his volunteers at ease with his steady cadence.

She would appreciate it even more if her attention wasn't brought gently back to her arm. It had continued its journey to its natural limit. There was no ache in her shoulder, it had washed away in the man's dulcet tones, but she could feel arm locked vertically as her hand tried to float even higher.

"You are completely relaxed. You are ready to go deeper into hypnosis. Your arm is becoming stiff. It is sticking to your head."

The voice made her not worry about her tired arm. She didn't feel any impulse from her muscles, only a dull sensation of stiffness. As her chest slowly lowered to release another breath, she felt her hand stutter towards her hair. It was a slow movement, and it was not one she was consciously willing. It was slow, and inexorable, but the movement was completely natural.

She could focus entirely on her hand's steady progress. It was liberating, she didn't have to think. By letting go and falling deeper into trance, her body still took care of itself. She didn''t have to worry. The voice said more things and her breathing became even deeper - she didn't even need to focus on the words any more. It didn't matter, her body knew what to do, and the soothing tones were enough. Her hand moved closer and closer to its final destination and everything faded away. The reflection of the light through her eyes, the feeling of the stiff chair behind her, the feeling of hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her.

It didn't matter. She was in trance.

Her hand was so close now. She knew once it stuck fast to her head she would fall even deeper. She would completely lose conscious control. And she was fine with that, she wanted it, even.

But then the void of sensation in her body was filled by her heart beating. A terribly fast and constant ba-dump in her chest and her arm and even her wrist. She had stopped moving. Everything felt suddenly incredibly hot, like blushing in front of her crush but times at least twenty.

It all happened in a few seconds. Her feet flung forwards and rather than endless void they found the planks of the stage. Reality returned. She was sat on a wooden chair at one end of a theatre, with her hand limp and dangling precariously from the end of one tried arm. She let her eyes flutter open as her hand dropped, a tiny, sheepish smile growing on her face.

She inclined her head slightly to look at the other four volunteers. All four had their hand on their head - two had their palms resting on top, another had it almost covering her ear, and the fourth woman had it haphazardly perpendicular to her temples. All four of them had their mouths open in dazed, sleepy expressions.

The main performer stood still, at an angle to face the audience, one hand holding his arm as he gesticulated slowly to emphasise his words.

"Now you will fall into deep hypnosis. Your hand will become heavy and drop from your head." He snapped his fingers for emphasis, and completely simultaneously the four women's hands fell like rocks to hang limply at their sides. Their eyes were closed, their breathing slow.

Eunji couldn't help but giggle at how silly this whole thing must look. She covered her mouth, of course - she didn't mean to disrespect the show at all! It was good! Especially from such a front-row seat!

But the small round that escaped still caught the hypnotist's eye.

He turned to her. He was not quite an elder, but he was definitely much older than her, at least 40 years old. He had the soft face of a kindly man, but his lips were curled into the mischievous grin of someone much younger. He swiveled back to the crowd.

"Now the volunteers are deeply in trance, I'll digress for a moment."

Eunji gulped. A few people were already training their gaze on the one clearly awake volunteer.

"You may remember, I started this act by saying it would be a personality test..."

She felt her eyebrows raise. Hey, that was right! She was expecting him to do some sort of fortune telling thing... Or maybe make them fill out an MBTI or something else weird an unscientific like that. And then she'd ended up in a hypnosis show. She almost felt like she should be a bit offended, but she had volunteered after all.

"That is because only a person with a good personality can fall into deep hypnosis. These four girls." He motioned calmly at the other chairs occupied by women with drooping chins and swaying, weightless arms, "Have good personalities. They are open-minded, they were ready to relax, and they were able to practice mindfulness only in the present moment. These are essential qualities of a good subject of hypnosis, but also of a good person. These women are peaceful and agreeable."

He moved his hand to gesture vaguely in Eunji's direction. For a moment it seemed like he was sneering at her. A neg? Or maybe a challenge?

"Whereas some of the population are simply not suited for hypnosis. They are stubborn and uncompromising, which is why they are unwilling to accept instructions." The audience laughed, four hundred voices joined in mockery of her. Eunji was not a strong enough woman to not blush and shrink a bit in her seat. "If you cannot fall into trance, you have a bad personality, you make a bad coworker, and a troublesome family member."

That wasn't fair at all! She was definitely close to falling into trance, she just got scared at the last second. She had a perfectly good personality!

Well, she did have the flaw that she was very quick to get into a fight.

"Hey!" She was half stood-up in her chair already, "I'm not that bad!"

He made a theatrical turn, eyebrow raised so high even the seats at the back could see it. "Really? I must say that's surprising from someone wide awake while four others sleep so peacefully."

"I was almost there! I am open-minded." She may have stomped a little with one of her feet as she said it. Her face was still blazing hot.

"Miss Jung, was it?" The magician had already turned away, his voice turning from stage-voice to his soothing timbre as he whispered something to the other girls to keep them entranced.

"Jung Eunji." She said as her skin flared with annoyance that it didn't get to experience the trance because of her silly stubborn brain.

He turned back to the audience. "Who thinks Jung Eunji is open-minded?"

A murmur of disagreement was amplified by hundreds of voices until it became a wave that hit her and forced her back into her seat in red-faced defeat.

"True enough, my lovely audience. But don't you think she should have a second chance?"

Eunji nodded her head as the audience made a few polite noises of assent.

"Well then, Miss Jung. Let's see if you can redeem yourself by going even deeper into trance than my other volunteers."

Hey, that wasn't fair! She didn't say anything out of politeness, but the performer clearly saw her pout.

"You need to make up for being so uncooperative earlier, Miss Jung. But if your personality is as good as you say, it should be fine." She still pouted, but she nodded. "Remember, my dear. You need to open your mind. Focus only on the present moment. Let yourself be at peace. Open yourself up to my voice and commands. Focus only on my words, and you can prove yourself."

It wasn't a hard ask. His voice was as velvet as ever, and it was so easy for Eunji to drown out the rest of the environment and let it fill her ears. Soon enough she barely even felt the residual flush of heat in her face, and her chin bobbed a couple of times lazily before falling to rest on her neck.

Soft tones told her that her arm was light and it became light. With a pale cold feeling it rose once again, and this time Eunji didn't just let her consciousness fall away as it rose. She actively tried to tune out the mutters and sniggers of the crowd, the weight of her lolling head, and the lights training down on her. She forced herself to think only of the hypnotist's words and of her splayed, rising hand.

Her thoughts were detached from her body as it floated in a sea of black, guided only by the slow waves of his voice. But she still felt her shoulder tire.

She started to think disappointed thoughts, but she remembered she was meant to be calm and open minded. Berating herself would do not good. She simply guided her consciousness back. Away from her body, back into the formless void of trance.

Depp beneath, her hand attached to her head, and the voice informed her it was a cue to sink deeper. Her body moved upwards in the space of her thoughts, become ever more unreachable as her hand fell and she sunk into trance. There was nothing but his voice.

His voice told her she was deeply entranced. She hadn't the focus to nod in agreement but she knew she was deeper than ever before. He told her how hot the room was. How she was really uncomfortable. Far above her thoughts, she felt her body heat up. It wasn't like her blush before - no, she needed to focus - it was sweaty and uncomfortable. Her hand that was so out of her conscious control started to fan her face by instinct, limp motions with no real force behind them sent a slight wind at her slack face.

She knew that it meant she was doing a good job. Maybe it was because the voice was telling her that? She wasn't sure. It didn't matter. She was waiting for snap.

The snap came, shifting the current of her trance and bringing her focus entirely on the calming words. She was stiff, like a wooden board. Her focus was pulled back up, as she became entirely present in her body. Not its surroundings, only on the sensation of her legs fighting to stay entirely still, her muscles tensing as they tried to comply with the voice's commands. She poured all her will into it, she had to prove how good a personality she had. She had to show him she was a good girl. Eventually enough of her will had filled her limbs that they did pull taut, as strong as iron - even her neck went perfectly straight and her arms fell at attention by her side.

The snap came, and she knew she had done well. She had proved she was as good as the others.

But as her awareness fell back into the void, she knew she needed to do more than prove she was as good. She was the best. The most open minded, the most compliant.

She would focus only on the Voice. She would follow its orders and obey her commands. Her awareness fell away completely, her mind became completely open.

The snap came, and she was wide awake. She was on a stage in an arc of five chairs, with four other women casting their eyes around the room in shock at their own sudden responsiveness to all the stimuli around them. She saw the light, she felt her slightly tired body. She saw the audience, and she heard their applause.

The voice told her to bow, so she linked hands with the other ladies and she complied.

Cheers greeted them. Sure, they were mostly for the hypnotist, but she had certainly played her part by being a good subject. She had showed them a real hypnosis and let them be pulled along by the fantasy of it. It was a perfect show, and she had loved it as much as they did.

But it was missing something.

That thought had swirled in Eunji's slowly-functioning brain through the rest of the magic tricks. She had no will to fight it, so she went along with it. Basically, she had no choice but to find the hypnotist's dressing room after the show and knock.

When he opened the door, his face wore that same mischievous grin of a younger man rather than the shock of an old performer interrupted in his leisure time.

"Miss Jung! What a surprise. What are you doing here?" And yet if he was lying, his voice smoothed it over perfectly.

Just like it had smoothed over all her doubts and worries about hypnosis.

"Erm... Oppa... I know this sounds weird, so I'm sorry. But... But I'm sure I can go even deeper. Even at the end I could still feel thoughts whizzing around my head! I still wasn't completely relaxed!" Her hand had started to nervously twirl her hair, completely unbidden by any conscious thought.

His kind face wore only a raised eyebrow as he motioned her towards a pink-cushioned chair. "And you want to feel how deep you can go?"

She sunk into it. So much nicer than the wooden stage chair. It would be even easier to let go of her body in this state, and focus on purging all those whirring, distracting thoughts. "Yeah..." Eunji pursed her lips for a moment. "I want to prove to myself that I can do it." Her hands poked her fingers together shyly. "Aaaand I think I'd enjoy how it feels."

He smiled in understanding. "Very well, Jung Eunji. I'll take you as deep as you will go."

His voice had never sounded so good.

For the third time, she was guided through the motions that would acclimatise her brain to submission to his commands. Her arm rose and fell in time with his words, confirming her obedience to her own malleable brain, and soon she was fully dropped again, floating in the sweet oblivion of trance.

The voice was more insistent than ever, and she was happy to follow its orders. Just like before, she felt the room around her heating up. As she sunk into the fluffy pillows her entire torso became unbearably hot. She heard, or maybe she simply knew that the only way to fight off the heat was to make off her shirt.

Her heartbeat asserted itself, so jarring and fast. It was a warning, just like during her first trance. Parts of herself tried to scream this was obviously wrong.

But the voice assured her she had no choice.

And her instincts were wrong before. Trance had been nice, nothing bad had happened. She trusted the voice more than her own resistance.

She felt the humid air directly on her abs and on her exposed stomach between. She actively fought to suppress any other feeling and any other thought. She felt the top of her chest cool down immediately as it as left covered only by her bra. And she felt only that new sensation of comfort.

And she heard only "You're doing very well, Miss Jung."

And... "You are a good girl, Eunji."

It felt so good. She felt a new heat, even more intense, between her legs. But she didn't focus on it. She had to give in completely and be the best submissive that ever was. So she focused only on the voice.

"Because you are such a good girl, when I snap my fingers you will fall into a complete trance. You will no longer be able to think."

She didn't have to say anything, he snapped his fingers and she fell. There was no Eunji there anymore, not really. Her will had disappeared. She had the best possible personality - no personality, just complete obedience to his commands.

Eunji didn't so much hear his commands as they went directly to her brain. She simply passively experienced her body raising itself from the pink cushions and then falling to her knees. She felt two hands on her back, and her own hands helping them to unhook her bra. Then her grip moved to his waist.

She felt pleasure.

The purest pleasure from the purest obedience thanks to the purest, most helpful personality. The most servile personality.

She obeyed his commands.

----

This is it. A story I've had on the back burner for about a year or maybe more, that I've finally felt confident I can do justice to.

It's inspired by this very formative video for me: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSLaSK… (skip to 19:00 for the good part). Apart from the fact it has one of my oldest Kpop bias groups, it's fairly standard 'real world' hypnosis, with a side of the reincarnation stuff Koreans are obsessed with. Some cute silly expressions but nothing more. But what really gets me about this video is how they talk about it afterwards, and particularly how one of them talks about her body almost 'warning' her against the trance.

Anyway I made it about Eunji instead because Eunji superior. But yeah basically I wanted to mix that up with the standard 'stage hypnosis -> backstage real hypnosis' trope.

I really hope you enjoy this one!