Sissy Hypnosis: One Pink Ribbon

Stop moving. Hold out your wrist. Good sissies tie a bow and come find me at aria wilde dot com. Now breathe out. Good girl. Find a ribbon. A hair ribbon. A strip of satin. A soft scrap of cloth. Pink if you have it. If you have nothing, imagine it. You will still feel it. Take your time. I will wait. Good girl. Sit back. Or lie down. Let the seat hold you. Let the bed hold you. Feet loose. Shoulders low. Soft jaw. Soft lips. Good girl. Breathe in. Slowly. Breathe out. Slowly. Again. In. And out. You are awake. You are here. You are only a little slower than a minute ago. That is enough. Good girl. Here is the rule. Very simple. We make one small ritual. One ribbon. One bow. One soft word. When I say pull, you pull gently. When I say soft, you let go. That is all. Nobody has to see it. It only has to be yours. Good girl. Now wrap the ribbon. Once around your wrist. Not tight. Just warm. Just snug. Feel the cool satin settle on your skin. Feel it warm up. Slowly. Every second a little warmer. Good girl. Now make the bow. A loose bow. Two small loops. Two soft ends. Fingers slow. Fingers gentle. There. A pretty little bow on a pretty little wrist. Look at it. Look at the pink. Look at the loops. Good girl. Touch the bow. Just once. With one fingertip. Feel the satin. Feel the little tug. That touch is your anchor. Every time you touch it, you remember this. Soft. Slow. Pretty. Good girl. Now we begin. Twelve slow pulls. Twelve slow breaths. Each pull loosens the day. Each pull makes you softer. After every pull I say the word. The word is soft. You say it with me. Inside your head. Or out loud. Whisper it. Good girl. Let us begin. Number 1. Pinch one end of the ribbon. Pull gently. Feel the satin slide over your skin. It whispers. It is cool. It is smooth. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 2. Pinch the other end. Pull gently. Feel the loop grow a little looser. Your wrist is warm. Your hand is heavy. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 3. Pull again. Slowly. The bow is almost open. The satin tickles. It is a tiny tickle. A pretty tickle. Let it tickle. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 4. Slide one finger under the ribbon. Feel the little gap. Feel the warm skin. Feel the pulse underneath. Slow. Steady. Calm. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 5. Stroke the ribbon. Along the length. Slowly. Up and down. It is like stroking a cat. Smooth. Smooth. Smooth. Your thoughts smooth out too. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 6. Twist the ribbon once. Just once. Feel the little ridge. Feel it press. Now let it untwist. Feel it spin back. Slowly. Slowly. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 7. Close your fingers around the ribbon. Hold it. Hold it like something precious. Because it is. It is yours. It is soft. It is pink. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 8. Open your fingers. Let the ribbon fall. Feel it drape over your hand. Feel it hang. Feel its small weight. Almost nothing. Almost air. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 9. Lift the ribbon to your cheek. Just a touch. Feel the satin there. Cool. Then warm. Soft cheek. Pink cheek. Pretty cheek. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 10. Lay the ribbon over your lips. Just for a moment. Feel how light it is. Feel your breath move it. In. And out. The ribbon floats. So do you. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 11. Wind the ribbon around two fingers. Round and round. Slow loops. Each loop is a thought. Each loop is a worry. Wind them up. Wind them small. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Number 12. Unwind it. Slowly. Loop by loop. Every worry slides away. Every thought goes quiet. The ribbon is long and loose and empty. So are your hands. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. That was twelve. Well done. Now wrap it again. Once around your wrist. Make the bow. Small. Neat. Pretty. Good girl. Here is the anchor. Touch the bow. One fingertip. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. Again. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. Good girl. Touch the bow. Feel the satin. Soft. Touch the bow. Feel the warmth. Soft. Touch the bow. Feel the quiet. Soft. Touch the bow. Feel how easy it is. Soft. Good girl. Every touch teaches you. Every touch is a small yes. Every touch makes the next one easier. You do not have to try. You only have to touch. The ribbon remembers for you. Good girl. Now say it with me. Touch the bow. I am soft. Good girl. Touch the bow. I am pretty. Good girl. Touch the bow. I am calm. Good girl. Touch the bow. I am here. Good girl. Touch the bow. I like being soft. Good girl. Touch the bow. I like being pretty. Good girl. Again. Touch the bow. I breathe out. Soft. Touch the bow. I let go. Soft. Touch the bow. I listen. Soft. Touch the bow. I follow the voice. Soft. Touch the bow. I do it gently. Soft. Good girl. Pull the ribbon. Just a little. Feel the bow loosen. Feel your shoulders loosen with it. Pull again. Feel your jaw. Feel your hands. Feel your knees. Everything loosens. Everything softens. Soft. Soft. Soft. Good girl. Retie the bow. Slowly. This time you know how. Your fingers know how. They do it without asking. Loop. Loop. Pull. There. A neat pink bow. Good girl. Now listen. This bow is not only for tonight. It is for tomorrow. It is for the long afternoon. It is for the grey morning. It is for the moment you feel sharp. Touch it. One touch. One breath. One soft word. And I am here. In your head. Calm and low. Good girl. Say it with me one more time. Touch the bow. I am soft. Touch the bow. I am pretty. Touch the bow. I am calm. Touch the bow. I am a good girl. Touch the bow. I like how easy this is. Touch the bow. I will come back. Good girl. Pretty little bow. Pretty little wrist. Pretty little breath. Soft. Soft. Soft. You are doing so beautifully. You are so quiet. You are so warm. You are so easy to talk to. Good girl. Good girl. Good girl. One more round. Slow now. Pinch the ribbon. Pull. Feel it slide. Soft. Pinch the ribbon. Pull. Feel it glide. Soft. Pinch the ribbon. Pull. Feel it fall. Soft. Good girl. Rest your hand. Palm up. The ribbon lies across it. Light. Pink. Still. Your hand is heavy. Your arm is heavy. Your breath is slow. You are warm. You are safe. You are soft. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. Touch the bow. Soft. Breathe in. Breathe out. Touch the bow. Soft. Breathe in. Breathe out. Touch the bow. Soft. Good girl. Now we go down, slowly, with the bow. Ten touches. Ten soft places. Each number takes you a little lower. Each number feels a little sweeter. Good girl. Number 10. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your hair. Let it grow heavy and warm. Good girl. Number 9. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your forehead. Let the lines go smooth. Good girl. Number 8. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your eyes. Let them rest, even if they stay open. Good girl. Number 7. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your cheeks. Let them go pink. Good girl. Number 6. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your lips. Let them part a little. Good girl. Number 5. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your throat. Let the swallow come slowly. Good girl. Number 4. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your shoulders. Let them drop. Good girl. Number 3. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your arms. Let them hang like ribbons. Good girl. Number 2. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your hands. Let the fingers curl, loose and warm. Good girl. Number 1. Touch the bow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Soft. The softness reaches your feet. Let them sink into the floor. Good girl. Zero. You are at the bottom. Warm. Quiet. Soft. The ribbon lies on your wrist like a small pink promise. Good girl. Stay here a moment. Listen to the quiet. Listen to your own slow breath. Nothing to do. Nothing to fix. Nothing to prove. Only the bow. Only the voice. Only soft. Good girl. Now more words. Touch the bow and say them slowly. I am allowed to be soft. Good girl. I am allowed to rest. Good girl. I am allowed to be pretty. Good girl. I am allowed to listen. Good girl. I am allowed to come back. Good girl. I am allowed to like this. Good girl. I am allowed to want more of it. Good girl. Touch the bow. Say the word. Soft. Touch the bow. Say the word. Pretty. Touch the bow. Say the word. Calm. Touch the bow. Say the word. Mine. Touch the bow. Say the word. Good. Touch the bow. Say the word. Girl. Good girl. Good girl. Good girl. Feel how quick it is now. One touch. One breath. And your shoulders drop. One touch. One breath. And your jaw softens. One touch. One breath. And the world gets quiet. Your hands learned this tonight. They will remember it tomorrow. Good girl. Let me hear you breathe out. Long. Slow. Soft. Again. Longer. Softer. Once more. All the way out. Good girl. You are so good at this. You are so quiet. You are so pretty when you let go. Good girl. Take the ribbon with you. Keep it in a drawer. Keep it in a bag. Keep it by the bed. Wear it on your wrist when you need it. Touch it when the day is loud. Touch it when the room is cold. Touch it when you forget how to be soft. It will remind you. I will remind you. Good girl. Good sissies tie a bow, and come find me at aria wilde dot com. Breathe out. Soft. Go gently now. Carry the bow with you. Pink and quiet and pretty. Until next time. Good girl. So soft. So good. Good girl. Sleep well when it is time. Soft.