Limewah's Hypnovember 2025

Day 12 - Deprivation (BlakeCollie)

 "Wow, that must feel crazy… or it must feel like nothing at all~"

"A cutie like you? There's no way you're leaving this place alone." Pyrite's wide, white, wolfish grin made Blake giggle. "It'd be a tragedy if you didn't leave with some arm candy… or as someone else's."
"Heh, th-thank you…" Blake said. The green-furred collie wasn't some nervous, quivering little waif. They didn't just shut down the moment someone started flirting with them. Even if it was a sharply dressed Umbreon with kintsugi-gold markings under his left eye, who, for all Blake knew, had a PhD in seduction.

"I'm actually heading to a kink party a bit later on," Blake continued, "So it's not like I'm going home too soon…"
"Oh, a late night one?" Pyrite leant his elbow on the table, eyebrows raising behind his round, burgundy tinted glasses. "Is it GigaMax's one? The dusk-till-dawn party?"
"That's it," Blake said. "You know it?"
"Oh yeah. Lotta fun kinksters go there." Pyrite took one last swig of his whiskey and soda, setting it down. "What's the theme tonight?"
"Hypnokink." Blake's smile got a little wider. "It's my first time going, but I've made some plans with friends there."
"So," Pyrite asked, tracing his finger along the rim of his empty glass coquettishly. "Do you do the hypnotizing or are you the one getting hypnotized?"
"Bit of both… but I'm gonna focus on being a 'tist tonight."
Pyrite leaned forward, his snout turning downwards just a little as his eyes cast upwards towards Blake.
"And how good of a tist are you? Think you could get me in a loud, crowded place like this?"
Ohhh… Blake could see where this was going. Part of them was hoping Pyrite would push things down this route… Blake could could tell this Umbreon would look cute as hell zonked. And now they'd been given carte blanche.
"I could try…" Blake replied. "And if you try with me, I bet we can succeed."
"Sounds good to me. Where do you want me~?"
Blake had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn't Pyrite's first time. That or it was an 'interest' that was going to become a full-blown kink when they were finished with him.
"Get comfy right where you are," Blake said. "Lemme just… move in close. Can you put your paw on the table, palm facing up? I'm going to put my claw on it."
"Mhm." Pyrite wiggled in his seat slightly, seeming to be getting a little excited.
"Just breathe. And relax. I'm going to write something on your palm, and I want you to see if you can figure out what I'm writing. I'll spell it letter-by-letter."
With that, Blake began. "Just focus on each letter. Feel how sensitive your palm is? How my claw sort of tickles? How that single sharp point is activating a tight little cluster of nerves?"
Blake started with a few simple words, to practice. 'Cat'. 'Window.' 'Apple'. When they checked in, Pyrite answered correctly, and received a little bit of praise for it.
But after a certain point, Blake stopped tracing actual words. Their claw motions became slower swoops, stopping at random points. They could see Pyrite's brow knitting with focus, but his head was also dipping lower.

"I know you're tempted to use your eyes to follow my claw, but just listen to your nerves. Let your sense of touch guide you. Keep trying. It's hard, but it's worthwhile. Though… maybe it'll be easier if we were to switch to a number, like… 9?"
"Nine…" Pyrite repeated.
"Eight." Blake traced the figure on Pyrite's palm, and the Umbreon nodded.
"Seven." Pyrite's head dipped lower.
"Six, keep your head up for me." Pyrite's head very slowly lifted, his jaw lagging behind the rest. His eyelids opened a little.
"Five." A smaller nod. His eyes opened a little, revealing two slits of white behind the dark red glasses.
"And four." Blake's fingers slid beneath Pyrite's chin to close his mouth.

"And three…" This as a little higher than the nod on 4, but lower than the nod on 5.
"Two…"
Pyrite dipped even lower, his snout brushing against Blake's up-turned fingers. Blake guided the Umbreon's heavy skull back up. His head didn't get very far.
"And… one. Sleep."

Pyrite made the first sound he'd made in about 5 minutes. A soft 'ungh.' His eyes rolled up as his head sagged down, the signs of his deepening trance quite profoundly evident.
"And do you notice how your body feels a little more numb? Your senses are quieting down. Your thoughts have already slowed to a crawl, and your brain's slowing down just the same. And that's good. That's what we want, isn't it?"
"Uhhhuh." Pyrite's grunt almost sounded begrudging. Was there a part of him that was aware of how thoroughly he'd been outwitted? Was he seething?
Or was he hornier than he'd ever been in his life?
Blake had a sneaking suspicion. The collie grinned, admiring their handiwork, as they moved in close to the Umbreon's ear. They didn't want to raise their voice over the music. Plus, they knew at that close range, their voice would make their hypnotee shiver.

"And… oh, interesting… it seems like, as your brain slows down, your senses weaken… your brain's too slow, it doesn't have the bandwidth to access and process the things your nose is taking in, or your eyes, or even your ears…"
"Nnn…"
"Perhaps your ears are working just enough so that you can hear my voice, but only my voice. Your brain doesn't have the space to process anything else… like someone hit mute on the outside world. No music. No sounds of other people. Just me. Hey, what's that song?"
Blake shimmied a little closer next to Pyrite as the Umbreon's slack face twitched, vainly attempting to focus.
"Wah….sssonk…?" Pyrite groaned.
"That's right, your brain's so sluggish that forming words is so difficult too, so why don't you just relax and stop trying… enjoy this feeling of quiet, of sluggish calm, of your awareness falling away… open your eyes, can you see anything? Or is your brain not receiving the signals from your eyes, so you might as well be sleeping with your eyes open…"

It must have took an agonising amount of effort for Pyrite to open his eyes.
"Nngh… sssee smears," he croaked. "Li'l colour."
"Let's switch that off." Blake said, snapping their fingers in Pyrite's other ear. "How about now?"
"Nn…"
Blake brought their paw in front of Pyrite's face, their index finger-claw pointed towards Pyrite's nose.
"Can you follow my finger?" Blake asked, watching the Umbreon's unfocused, dilated eyes. They didn't even move.
"Agn." Pyrite gurgled. Just to test… Blake moved their finger to Pyrite's left, then right… then waved their paw. No reaction, no eye movements
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Blake asked.
Pyrite blinked, very, very slowly.
"Mmmfffsix?"
Blake laughed with delight, their tail wagging like crazy behind them. They nestled in closer, their knees up on the cushioned seat of the booth so they could lean right in.
"Gooood boy~!"

"The signals from your eyes can't reach your brain, your thoughts no longer reaching your throat to give them voice… and in just a moment, a little moment, I'll tug on your right ear. And when I do that, every single remaining sense will switch off. You won't be able to experience a thing without me, and you won't even feel any sensations until I tell you to feel them. Sounds fun, right~?"
"Uhum." Pyrite nodded, though his face didn't even so much as twitch.
"I'm gonna assume that was a yes," Blake snickered. "Are you ready? Ready to experience what complete blankness feels like, what being completely disconnected from yourself is like…?"
"Uhum." Okay, definitely a yes.
"Three…. tw-" Blake pulled on Pyrite's ear. "DROP."
Pyrite twitched, his eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled upwards to meet them. Otherwise, he was completely, and utterly still.
"Good. That's it. That's right. My voice still comes in, the only thing you can percieve, the one anchor you have… and if I wasn't speaking, what might happen inside that mind…?"

Blake held that thought, and watched Pyrite very closely. Not a hint of movement, aside from the bare essentials. Slow breaths. Little eye-movements.
"Nothing." Blake said, quietly, smugly triumphant. They simply watched the sleepy, hypnotised boy for a time. It came so naturally to him. Blake was honestly a little impressed - both with him, and themself.
…Oh damn, the music was getting louder. Blake had barely noticed it themself, so hyperfixated on trancing this formerly-suave boy.
Blake looked down at the table, where Pyrite's paw had remained this whole time.
They traced a little O shape.
"Feel that?"
"N."
Blake grinned, taking hold of one of the fingers and pinching it. Hard.
"And that?"
"N."
And what about…"
Blake was feeling bold. They pulled their head back a bit, and put their teeth around Pyrite's ear, worrying it gently.
"N."
"Nothing at all!" Blake said. "Wow, that must feel crazy… or it must feel like nothing at all."
They sat back for a moment, observing their handiwork. Their eyes returned to Pyrite's palm.
"I wonder if we could re-activate just a little cluster of nerves on your palm… concentrate every sensation, every feeling into that tiny little plot…. what if a little tug-"
Blake tugged on Pyrite's left ear.
"-on your left ear activated it, and then I…"
Blake's claw began to rub and tickle. Pyrite gasped and twitched, his head thrown back, his breaths suddenly becoming sharper, more laboured.
"Hhhh, hhhah, ahhhhgh…"
"Yeaaah~" Blake cooed. "My scritchy doggy claw, on that tiny surface of skin, is giving you more pleasure than you expected, isn't it…~?"
"Ghng…" Pyrite croaked. His fingers were twitching, but his paw remained completely still on the table.
"Thaaat's right. And if I pressed a little harder, how much harder might it hit you?"

Blake glanced cheekily under the table. Sure enough… Pyrite was throbbing in his slacks. It was lucky for him they were in a dark spot so no one could see that big blob of pre-cum staining it.
Blake pushed and twisted their claw in - firm, sharp, but not enough to break the skin.
It was enough to make Pyrite practically leap up out of his seat, his hips humping at the air, that bulge pulsing and quivering…
"That's a good boy," Blake giggled, their tail wagging as they nestled their wet nose against Pyrite's ear again. "Such a good boy…~ so good at following my commands and feeling what I want him to feel… I'm so lucky I found you…"
"Aghheh…" Pyrite's lips twitched in an abortive attempt at a smile, before another hard push into his palm dispelled that and turned it into another loud moan.
"There we go."

Blake pushed twice. Then twice again. Establishing a heart-beat rhythm.
"I wonder if you'd even notice if you came…" Blake mused. "Or would you be too focused on this little feeling on your palm, my fingers pushing and squishing and scritching… not even knowing till later. Did you know you're pre-ing in your pants?"
"N…n." Pyrite grunted.
"Good. Let's keep it that way… I think what I'll do, though, is I'll let you feel your legs so you can walk. and for that I just gotta-"
Blake tapped on Pyrite's nose twice.
"Boopboop! And there. You can feel your footpaws and your ankles and your legs… just so you can stay upright. But your palm's still the good bit, where all that pleasure you're feeling comes from. Hold my paw…"
"Mmg." Pyrite nodded sluggishly, still quivering and twitching now and again from the palm-to-palm touch. "Mmmnb…"
"So… I wasn't gonna head to Gigamax for a little longer, but I think my friends would love to meet you. Even if you won't be able to see 'em, or hear 'em… until I let you."
"Unmhn." That grunt sounded enough like an agreement. Blake guided Pyrite out of the booth, whispering to him the whole time. One paw holding his, the other resting on his shoulder. 
Blake idly wondered… someone might assume that they were just helping a friend who'd had too much to drink get home. 
Pyrite had no idea what sort of night was in store for him… and Blake was honestly tempted to keep it that way.