Brain Therapy (TG, Hypnosis) by SupremeLemrick, literature
Literature
Brain Therapy (TG, Hypnosis)
“Sleeping in class again are you Jake?” The sound of my name startled me. I jumped up and glanced around before meeting the eyes of my teacher. “I'm sorry Ms. Chigwa, won't happen again, I promise.” I heard stifled giggles around the room as my teacher shook her head. I want you to see me in my office after class, understood?” “Yes ma'am.” I sighed.
I knocked on Ms. Chigwa's door, awaiting my punishment.
“Come in.” She said flatly. “Well Jake I've caught you sleeping in my class so many times and I've given you so much detention it's proving to be ineffective. I'm giving you two op
In a tastefully decorated living room, sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the well-furnished space. In the corner stood a large, ornate display case, its glass front reflecting the colors of the room and the care with which it had been designed. It was not just any display case; it held within it a peculiar treasure that told a story of enchantment, longing, and strange desire.
Inside, Jason was beautifully encased in shimmering latex, every curve accentuated by the snug material. His hair fell in soft waves around his face, the delicate features softened further by the unearthly stillness he maintained. He was the very essence of a sissy femboy, embodying allure and grace, captured in a timeless moment. However, unlike a traditional doll, Jason was alive, his soul trapped within this glass prison, able to see and feel but not to speak or move under his own will.
Every evening without fail, as twilight settled over the city, Marc, Jason’s owner, would return home from work. A man in his forties, Marc was successful yet burdened by the weight of his career. The glow of the display case seemed to beckon him every time he entered the room, a siren call that anchored his existence after the hectic day. He approached it, and Jason felt a familiar thrill ripple through him. Though unable to express it, longing welled up inside him, urging him to reach out beyond the barrier that held him captive.
Marc's hands caressed the glass with an almost reverent touch, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and satisfaction as he gazed at Jason. The soft latex hugged Jason’s slender body perfectly, leaving little to the imagination, satisfying Marc’s need for beauty and submission. He began his nightly ritual: dressing Jason in an array of provocative outfits, each one more daring than the last. In those moments, Marc would lose himself in fantasies, his finger tracing Jason's curves as if he could mold him with his mind alone.
“Another long day,” Marc would sigh, his voice low and gravelly, filled with unassailable exhaustion. Every night, his world seemed to fade away as he stepped inside the enchantment of the display case, where Jason existed solely for his pleasure. The connections of their unusual bond pushed the limits of reality; Jason was not just a doll in a case but a companion that understood him, even without words.
What had begun as a mere fancy had evolved into a deep-seated relationship. Marc filled this space with whispered secrets and reckless dreams, laying bare his own vulnerabilities. But Jason could only listen, prisoner to the silence of the glass, eternally mute yet fully aware. He could feel the weight of Marc's gaze, the heat of his touch, a mix of loneliness and longing enveloping him.
One night, the atmosphere shifted—something wasn’t right. The air felt denser, crackling with energy, and though Jason could not move, he sensed a change in Marc. Tonight, Marc had brought with him burdens that hung heavy on his shoulders. He hesitated before the display case, a shadow flickering across his features. The usual spark in his eyes dimmed, and pain creased his brow.
“Why do I keep you?” he murmured as if questioning himself. "You’re perfect, yet…"
Jason's heart sank as he felt the churning confusion in Marc. Their connection seemed to be at a crossroads, and Jason desperately wanted to reach through the glass, to reassure his owner that he was there, always ready to take away his loneliness. If only he could express the depths of his affection, the yearning to break free from this confinement.
As if sensing Jason's despair, a flicker of light emanated from the far corner of the room, catching Marc’s attention. He turned towards it, his eyes narrowing at a shimmering orb atop the mantelpiece. It pulsed with an inviting glow, beckoning him closer. Intrigued, he approached the orb and reached out, his fingers brushing over its surface. In an instant, the world warped around them, twisting and spinning until everything blurred into one dazzling tapestry of color and light.
Then the energy surged into Jason, sending shockwaves through his body. In that moment, an ethereal voice filled his mind, resonating with warmth and possibility. "Let love speak, let bonds strengthen."
With a shimmer of magic, the glass of the display case cracked open. Both Marc and Jason were stunned, the reality of the moment enveloping them. Jason hesitated, still sensing his owner’s turmoil. If he stepped out now, would that create a beauty beyond trappings, or would it leave them stranded amidst pain and doubt?
Marc looked back at Jason with wide eyes, his breath quickening. In the uncertainty of that moment, Jason felt an overwhelming urge to comfort him, to reassure him that their connection was real, transcending the bounds of this peculiar reality. With newfound determination, he stepped out, shedding the confines of the glass that had contained him for so long.
The air around them shimmered with magic as Jason approached Marc, his heart pounding with the thrill of freedom and the weight of longing. Reaching for him, Jason wrapped his arms around Marc’s waist, pulling him close, the warmth of their bodies igniting a spark that felt like home.
Emotions poured from Marc as he enveloped Jason in a tight embrace, the doubts dissolving into the air like mist. They stood there, wrapped in each other's presence, realizing that love can manifest in many forms—even through glass.
In that enchanted night, Marc discovered that the beauty of life was not solely in the object of desire, but in the connection they shared—a bond that transcended silence, animating their spirits with each heartbeat, each shared breath. Their journey had just begun, but they would traverse it together, hand in hand, heart to heart, beyond the confines of any display case.