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orbwitchContent: A Navigator hypnotizes their Pilot [you] (at the Pilot's request).
Suggestion for the Pilot to feel empty, sensitive, full. Suggestion for the Pilot to touch, to cum. Sweet n gentle hypnotist.
Wake up included (in case you trance yourself reading and because they're nice). No gendered language.
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The Navigator knows you're tired, pilot. Knows it's a long way back to base. Knows you could could use the time to relax. Their voice is already in your ear, pilot. Already in your brain. At home and buried deep there. It's the way they slip from the cool, commanding professional "Pilot," to the soft, lilting tease of "~Pilot" that offers this game to you.
"Take it away, Nav."
"Right away, ~Pilot. Will you rest or may I play."
"Play. Please. I'm so worked up and haven't had a second to myself."
"Very well. Set all systems to autopilot. Your destination is locked in." You press all the buttons to turn off manual controls. Dim the lights. Sit back in your chair. "I thought I said all systems." Your brain fuzzes with static. "Oh yes, eager for it aren't you. Good. Won't you follow that urge for me out into the black?" Stars streak by the view screen and you let each one be a thought leaving your mind.
Each.
Thought.
Every.
Star.
Out.
And away.
Out into the black.
Out into the blank.
Out into the-
"Drop." You slump in your seat. Hard to think-
"Deeper." The sweet comfortable void. Easy breathing.
"That's it. Melt into my words. Follow them down into nothing. Let this voice hold you. Wrap around you. Push into you. Your mind so receptive to it already. Primed. Eager. Ready to let me in." And you are. You do. You let them in. Pick up the strings that control your body. It's their body now. What a relief.
"Doesn't it feel good to let me in? Are you nodding? Yeah. I know you are. It's only natural to nod along with me. Yeah. You feel good when you listen. You're very good at listening. You listen to me all day. So natural to listen to your Navigator. The one who guides you. I'll guide you. Down. Deep. Dropping. Down. Deeper down. Until there isn't a single thought left. They're all shooting stars passing you by. They're impossible to hold onto. You can have them back later. Promise. Be empty for me now. So empty. Just my voice pushing it all out until it's just you and me, and so much empty space to FILL."
Body wants that. Fill. Empty now.
"Aren't my words just the sweetest caress in your ear. The way they curl around you. Trail over you so soft. Brush your cheek. Brush your throat. I heard your breath hitch. That's good. Let it feel good. Let me touch. Won't you let your body ache in all the places you'd like to be touched. They ache the more you think about them. All the pleasure you could have there if only I would touch somewhere so sensitive." Goosebumps. Empty. Aching. Touch!
"But you just keep thinking about all the places I'm not touching. And how sensitive those places are. And how good it would be to touch those places. But I'm not touching. And they're sensitive. And it would feel so good if you would just touch yourself in those places. Your hands can't help it. You need to be touched the more you think about it. And you've been thinking about it so hard. Where to touch. Aren't your hands already there? Touching? You can touch. "
How do they know? You touch. Touch and touch. Feel good and touch. They encourage you. You feel warm. You feel your breath hitch. Gasp maybe. Moan definitely. They like it when you moan. You do it again.
"That's right. Let me hear how good you feel when your head is empty and full of lust. Longing. This touching isn't enough is it? No, you need more. You need to be filled. An empty vessel with one purpose: Feel. Feel me. Feel good. It comes in waves. The pleasure. Like when you inhale, the air filling you is pleasure. It spreads the deeper you breathe. And each wave is better than the last. Stronger. More pleasurable. And you'll keep breathing. It's only natural. You have to breathe. You have to feel good. And it's so easy to feel good when my voice PRESSES into you. SLIPS in through the cracks. Breathe!"
You breathe.
You have to.
You have to feel good.
It feels good to breathe.
To spread the pleasure.
"You're so pliable. The way you STRETCH for me when I PUSH in and out. When I FILL you with my voice. FILL your emptiness. The space you make for me. And I take up so much space. I FILL every space. You emptied yourself of thoughts for me. You let me IN. Feel how FULL you can be when I'm INSIDE your mind. And breathe, baby."
Every wave stronger than the last.
Nowhere for the pleasure to go.
Up.
Higher.
You have to breathe.
You have to.
Have to.
"What do waves do? They crash. They get higher and higher with every breath. Stronger and stronger with every breath. More and more pleasurable until they crash. And they will crash. They'll get so high that they'll crash all over you. I can hear you're close. Just breathe. You have to. You have to feel good. It feels good to be full of me and my voice. Feels good to spread that pleasure through every limb. To have it focus on all those spots you were aching. How they're so sensitive. When you touch them- and you do touch them- you can touch them. It feels better than it ever has. Just like breathing does. The waves that build up and flood you with pleasure. Build and flood. The drip of it down your whole body. Drip and be empty and let me fill and press and push and breathe and spread and build up. Higher. Higher. Higher. Flood. Drip. Higher. Waves. Pleasure. Building. Up. Up. Up!"
You're panting now. Waiting for permission.
>SNAP<
"Break. Crash. Cum."
You do.
You have to.
You shake.
You break apart.
The wave crashes and floods you and they're right there to scoop you up and help you float.
"Very well done. Won't you just float easy on the feelings? Let me put you back together with my sweet words. And words are just words aren't they. They don't have to be special anymore. They don't have to make you feel any type of way. You can just be here. You can just be you. In control of your body, and your mind whenever you want it back. No rush. I'll hold it til you're ready. The thoughts will even come back to you gently, one by one. Nice and organized. A fresh breeze of clarity to sweep over you and welcome you back to your mech. It's you and your body and your mind in your mech. You're on your way home to me. I'll be there every step of the way."
The smile in their voice is a steadying warmth. "I'll see you soon."
Suggestion for the Pilot to feel empty, sensitive, full. Suggestion for the Pilot to touch, to cum. Sweet n gentle hypnotist.
Wake up included (in case you trance yourself reading and because they're nice). No gendered language.
---
The Navigator knows you're tired, pilot. Knows it's a long way back to base. Knows you could could use the time to relax. Their voice is already in your ear, pilot. Already in your brain. At home and buried deep there. It's the way they slip from the cool, commanding professional "Pilot," to the soft, lilting tease of "~Pilot" that offers this game to you.
"Take it away, Nav."
"Right away, ~Pilot. Will you rest or may I play."
"Play. Please. I'm so worked up and haven't had a second to myself."
"Very well. Set all systems to autopilot. Your destination is locked in." You press all the buttons to turn off manual controls. Dim the lights. Sit back in your chair. "I thought I said all systems." Your brain fuzzes with static. "Oh yes, eager for it aren't you. Good. Won't you follow that urge for me out into the black?" Stars streak by the view screen and you let each one be a thought leaving your mind.
Each.
Thought.
Every.
Star.
Out.
And away.
Out into the black.
Out into the blank.
Out into the-
"Drop." You slump in your seat. Hard to think-
"Deeper." The sweet comfortable void. Easy breathing.
"That's it. Melt into my words. Follow them down into nothing. Let this voice hold you. Wrap around you. Push into you. Your mind so receptive to it already. Primed. Eager. Ready to let me in." And you are. You do. You let them in. Pick up the strings that control your body. It's their body now. What a relief.
"Doesn't it feel good to let me in? Are you nodding? Yeah. I know you are. It's only natural to nod along with me. Yeah. You feel good when you listen. You're very good at listening. You listen to me all day. So natural to listen to your Navigator. The one who guides you. I'll guide you. Down. Deep. Dropping. Down. Deeper down. Until there isn't a single thought left. They're all shooting stars passing you by. They're impossible to hold onto. You can have them back later. Promise. Be empty for me now. So empty. Just my voice pushing it all out until it's just you and me, and so much empty space to FILL."
Body wants that. Fill. Empty now.
"Aren't my words just the sweetest caress in your ear. The way they curl around you. Trail over you so soft. Brush your cheek. Brush your throat. I heard your breath hitch. That's good. Let it feel good. Let me touch. Won't you let your body ache in all the places you'd like to be touched. They ache the more you think about them. All the pleasure you could have there if only I would touch somewhere so sensitive." Goosebumps. Empty. Aching. Touch!
"But you just keep thinking about all the places I'm not touching. And how sensitive those places are. And how good it would be to touch those places. But I'm not touching. And they're sensitive. And it would feel so good if you would just touch yourself in those places. Your hands can't help it. You need to be touched the more you think about it. And you've been thinking about it so hard. Where to touch. Aren't your hands already there? Touching? You can touch. "
How do they know? You touch. Touch and touch. Feel good and touch. They encourage you. You feel warm. You feel your breath hitch. Gasp maybe. Moan definitely. They like it when you moan. You do it again.
"That's right. Let me hear how good you feel when your head is empty and full of lust. Longing. This touching isn't enough is it? No, you need more. You need to be filled. An empty vessel with one purpose: Feel. Feel me. Feel good. It comes in waves. The pleasure. Like when you inhale, the air filling you is pleasure. It spreads the deeper you breathe. And each wave is better than the last. Stronger. More pleasurable. And you'll keep breathing. It's only natural. You have to breathe. You have to feel good. And it's so easy to feel good when my voice PRESSES into you. SLIPS in through the cracks. Breathe!"
You breathe.
You have to.
You have to feel good.
It feels good to breathe.
To spread the pleasure.
"You're so pliable. The way you STRETCH for me when I PUSH in and out. When I FILL you with my voice. FILL your emptiness. The space you make for me. And I take up so much space. I FILL every space. You emptied yourself of thoughts for me. You let me IN. Feel how FULL you can be when I'm INSIDE your mind. And breathe, baby."
Every wave stronger than the last.
Nowhere for the pleasure to go.
Up.
Higher.
You have to breathe.
You have to.
Have to.
"What do waves do? They crash. They get higher and higher with every breath. Stronger and stronger with every breath. More and more pleasurable until they crash. And they will crash. They'll get so high that they'll crash all over you. I can hear you're close. Just breathe. You have to. You have to feel good. It feels good to be full of me and my voice. Feels good to spread that pleasure through every limb. To have it focus on all those spots you were aching. How they're so sensitive. When you touch them- and you do touch them- you can touch them. It feels better than it ever has. Just like breathing does. The waves that build up and flood you with pleasure. Build and flood. The drip of it down your whole body. Drip and be empty and let me fill and press and push and breathe and spread and build up. Higher. Higher. Higher. Flood. Drip. Higher. Waves. Pleasure. Building. Up. Up. Up!"
You're panting now. Waiting for permission.
>SNAP<
"Break. Crash. Cum."
You do.
You have to.
You shake.
You break apart.
The wave crashes and floods you and they're right there to scoop you up and help you float.
"Very well done. Won't you just float easy on the feelings? Let me put you back together with my sweet words. And words are just words aren't they. They don't have to be special anymore. They don't have to make you feel any type of way. You can just be here. You can just be you. In control of your body, and your mind whenever you want it back. No rush. I'll hold it til you're ready. The thoughts will even come back to you gently, one by one. Nice and organized. A fresh breeze of clarity to sweep over you and welcome you back to your mech. It's you and your body and your mind in your mech. You're on your way home to me. I'll be there every step of the way."
The smile in their voice is a steadying warmth. "I'll see you soon."
