Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Empty Vessels Make the Loudest Sound”!

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Cattle and the Creeping Things”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Empty Vessels Make the Loudest Sound” (MC MF MD)!

Ryan and Gail are having another one of their very enjoyable brainwashing sessions. Gail’s having her mind emptied out, just the way she likes it… and Ryan is having a very enjoyable time filling his empty girl with pleasure and obedience. Here’s a taste:

Gail’s eyes slipped shut again as the metronome reached the other end of its swing, her shoulders noticeably slumping into deeper relaxation and her head drooping further and further forward with every tick. “That’s right,” Ryan purred, his words stroking her mind in exactly the same way his fingers stroked her back and neck. “Closing your eyes feels better and better for me, each and every time. It feels so nice, so good to simply relax and let go for me like that. And even though you’re opening your eyes for me again… that’s it, good girl… it feels more and more exhausting. More and more tiring. And easier and easier to close. Good girl.”

Gail let out a soft, sleepy sigh that made Ryan’s cock throb between his legs like a second heartbeat, but he was enjoying the sight of Gail’s slow, helpless descent into trance far too much to even think about physical pleasure right now. He drank in the sight of her–jaw slack and vacant, eyelids fluttering with strain now every time she tried to open them, only the whites of her eyes showing as she struggled so hard to look up at the metronome that now existed only on the edges of her field of vision as her heavy head sank lower and lower. “That’s my good girl,” he husked out, his other hand reaching out to stroke up and down her smooth, soft legs. “That’s my sleepy girl.”

The corners of Gail’s lips quirked into a tiny smile, the only visible sign that she was still listening. Her expression looked otherwise completely blank, her eyelids barely even fluttering now when she heard the ticking sound. He could tell she was losing track of which beat to open and which beat to close on, the steady fractionating influence of his instruction acting to deepen her trance much faster than a traditional induction ever could. She was already on the edge of deep hypnosis. All Ryan needed to do was give her the chance to slip away for him now.

Hope you enjoy it!

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