This VoxTek broadcast is designed to hypnotise you, and to provide a fully immersive sexual roleplay simulation. Please read the synopsis of this broadcast carefully, to check you are happy to proceed with the contents. If at any stage you feel you would no longer like to be in hypnosis, it's possible to exit hypnosis early by simply thinking the word "abort". This word and its power will always be accessible to you, even when you are deep in trance.

Trust Us... to get you off!

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It's okay... to stay right where you are. No need to change the channel. This program features audio description, so just sit tight. Relax. You're in good hands. Your hands are bearing all the tension in your body. You can just loosen them... let them fall to your sides... unfurl the skin of your forehead, your brows. Your blindfold won't get any tighter than it already is.

I see you heard about my so-called 'tricks'. But you only have half the story. You see, no tricks are needed for high quality programming. But you can contact us at any time if this program affected you. Here at VoxTek, we care. You can trust us. Otherwise you wouldn't have already given us your consent - scrolling all the way to the bottom of the terms and policies, words blurring before your eyes. You catch glimpses of meaning like 'soul', and 'free will', and 'forfeiture clause'. But you have only one focus in mind. That empty checkbox. And you can't check it until you scroll all the way down.

An empty checkbox in your mind. A thin line between it and everything outside - passing thoughts, any attempt to process and think about what I am saying to you right now. Everything outside doesn't matter.

The box must be filled, and you will do anything that stands between it, but you don't need to worry too much about the words. The words don't matter. You just need to grant your consent... so you can move forward. Forward is the future, is good, is just what we want. Your thumb scrolls down. The lines of text are passing too fast for you to pause on any of them. My words are passing too fast for your mind, trapped in slow motion replay. Just flickering ribbons on the screen, and your eyes are so tired that all that appears clear and clean and reassuring is the empty white box, reminding you why you're here. So, your eyes don't stray from the box.

Why are you here again? On autopilot... whether you're flicking through the channels, or swiping through reams of legalese. You're ready to make a choice, but what, and why is there so much to choose, and why is there so much noise?

Which door will you choose?

You long for quiet. The empty checkbox. The dead signal.

That's why you're scrolling through all those words. Simply accepting that regardless of what's specifically being said... I must have your best interests at heart. That's why I'm making you scroll all the way down. To get back to the silence. That's why I agreed to meet you on neutral ground. No tricks. No TV magic. Because I understand and care about all your concerns. And I'd like to help lift that weight off your chest! We're in the business of helping. And soon enough everything will be so much clearer, when you finally reach the bottom of these terms and conditions. But for now you're just... floating.

Television static. The fuzz of the untuned antenna. Like the scrambled dots on the inside of your eyelids. No signal, no point. No transmission between your ears.

The sooner you filter out all this ambiguity, all these words, all this static, it'll get a little easier. Your thumb swipes down, down, down, down, and reaching the bottom, and finally checking that box and tapping Accept.

And welcoming me in.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Things are a little fuzzier for you, and it's getting hard to think, but that's alright.

Just breathe in.

Breathe out.

Accept your situation. Accept your position.

Good.

That takes a weight off, doesn't it? You already did the hard part, turning me on, listening to my words this far. But... I regret to inform you... that terms and conditions page was just page one. There's a whole new page to scroll through, to accept. And this can just run in the background. You reach the bottom of the page each time you accept my suggestions, and you can start counting up by one each time you accept one of my suggestions. Like you're counting up through the channels, hoping you'll find something to watch.

Like, I could suggest that you take a deep, slow breath now, and keep focusing on the blank white box inside yourself. We'll work on filling that box up, together.

That would be page two, and now... drop, and accept. All done. That wasn't so hard, was it?

You can pace yourself. No need to rush through. Feeling your extremities tingling the same way as the static behind your eyelids -- that's page three. Good. You're doing so well. You can just keep counting up in your mind's eye, a number barely discernible at the centre of the TV static, like one of those tests for colourblindness.

You keep falling down each page, because it feels nice to do just what you're told. Let my words wash over you. You can count anything that sounds like a suggestion to you. It's all about your choices - yes, yours! Five -- some of the channels are dead, so sometimes they just skip ahead a few numbers, but that doesn't matter too much. Whatever the number, you'll keep on accepting what I tell you. That's six.

Now, what did they say about sunk costs... oh, of course. To go on to the next page. Don't look back. That's it.

You could even accept every single one of my words - in which case we're into the double digits. Eighteen, or is it twenty, or... you could do it by sentence. Or even by listening to the space between each pause. A pause is also a suggestion to wait for the next word. All that... and you still have nothing to watch. What is there to do? Catching glimpses of channels, thinking... hm... [SFX: channel switch] that channel almost sounded like it was finishing whatever sentence was in the last one. The same program on every channel, and the program is suggesting... [SFX: channel switch] that it is very important... [SFX: channel switch] to trust me implicitly... [SFX: channel switch] to know that I will always be here for you... [SFX: channel switch] to remember all the times I was there for you. When you couldn't sleep, when your eyes were sliding closed, the fuzz of the TV static and the barely perceptible hum of the screen keeping you company, wrapping you in a warm blanket. Not really minding what was being said, just that it would always be delivered in a polished, measured tone. That it was another voice to listen to, when nobody else was around.

Today we're in Hell, asking our loyal viewers how it feels to accept and obey.

And our last question for this round, it's a multiple choice question, for 500 VoxBucks, and... well, hah hah hah, our intern might be getting fired for this one. I mean, have you seen this? It's not even a question. It's a suggestion. And the suggestion is...

Remove your blindfold.

Will you answer A... yes.

B... I accept.

C... I obey.

Well, that's barely a challenge, but it's about all you can handle right now, isn't it? Whichever one you thought about, or even if you thought all three -- such an attentive student! -- all of the three is correct.

Congratulations! You won today's game! And what did you win?

A good look! Thaaaat's right. One eye open. And then the other. Isn't it rewarding? Such a nice prize. I'd have you posing for the camera, except, well, you shot out all the cameras. But that doesn't matter anymore. Pretty lights and colours... in such an appealing shade of red. Red is so comfortable to watch... warm colours are easiest on the eyes. Just keep on staring into the centre. Watching the waveform of my voice flickering at the centre... so much nicer when it's digital, right? Clean, simple. Your thoughts need only be simple, spoonfed into your mind by my voice, echoing [SFX: echo, "echoing"] in your mind [SFX: echo, "mind, mind"]. And it's so easy to keep listening (listening), and watching (watching), and complying (complying), and letting all resistance just spill out of you, dropping deeper for me... [SFX: starting from the words 'and letting all resistance', echo the entire sentence from the start of "And it's so easy to keep listening..." including all the previous echoes - at this point the tracks should be overlaid in stereo and it will be difficult to discern anything super clearly till the next line. if it's disorienting, but you can still make out key words, that's perfect!]

Seeing is believing, and you can always believe in me. You can always trust me. My voice will guide you. And the more you listen the more you relax into everything I tell you. Feeling so lethargic now, the way it feels to lose time between the commercial break and the main feature. Too tired to stand, but not quite remembering what just ran before your eyes. Except now you're hungry and you don't remember why. My voice will guide you, and the more you listen the more you relax into everything I tell you, and the more you accept every word as your gospel. So easy to accept, so simple. All you need to say is "yes".

So much better to go blank for me and watch. Your eyes are blank checkboxes. Nothing inside. Happy to remain that way just to get a closer look. Wouldn't you like to step closer? Good.

It's understandable you'd love to get so close to my screen. Screens have never been so close to reality. Like a window, but the picture is somehow even sharper than anything your feeble eyes can produce on their lonesome. My eye is more than a window to the soul. Everything is so much brighter and more colourful on a screen than dull, dreary reality - so vivid, so enticing! And the camera lens will always tell you what to focus on, so you don't have to make such an overwhelming decision yourself. It's easier than ever to just drift... let me make the difficult decisions for you. Let my eye direct you, like a camera.

And with each snap [SFX: finger snap] of the camera - click [SFX: finger snap] of the projector wheel - switch to camera three [SFX: finger snap], camera two [SFX: finger snap], camera one [SFX: finger snap] - you let me in a little more. You let me direct your reality, because reality is so boring without me. And I will protect you from all the drudgery of reality. I will take care of you. Cocoon you in a plastic bubble and make it so all you hear are my words, dripping down from my mouth to yours. You can always trust me. It's so much safer in here, than out there.

Are you hungry, my dear? Nod your head. We can change that. We can fix that. Just... keep... watching. Fuck, it's overwhelming you. You can hardly stand, you feel... weak. You need something... wrapped around your lips. dripping down your chin with the drool and juices interlocked. Your drool is indistinguishable from the juices of that delicious morsel. You could just taste it through the screen, couldn't you? So bright, so warm. The sizzle when it's removed from the pan. Steam and sauce dripping, dropping, wetting your lips, and--

Mmhm. That's very good. Tongue running over your lips, they feel so dry all of a sudden... they need something between them. Just like that. Would you like something in your mouth? Well, do I have good news. Technology is so advanced these days, you can have that experience... right here... from the comfort of your home. Kneel down, and open your mouth wide for me, and don't forget to remember to forget to keep on watching.

I know you are so tired but your eyes find it so easy to stay open, it takes just no effort at all to keep staring. So dazzled by the ruby reds and the glowing flicker of the active stream and it's just so much-- [groans] --e-easier when I do the blinking for you. So much easier when I do the thinking for you. Each time the ring reaches the edge, over and over again, and you just keep focused on the centre, and your lower jaw grows heavy and the spit pools in your mouth and your tongue drags over the surface. And it's just like the tastiest, juiciest popsicle. Every lick reveals new flavours and they all taste so fu-fu-fucking good.

[ad libbed arousal noises here, and wherever else you like]

And you'll find that it's easier to suck a little deeper each time. S--szo compliant. You have accepted oh so much. So many commands, some of them barely perceptible, and you lapped them up like a cat getting its cream.

Keep watching and take it all the way down. Easy to keep your eyes open... easy for your throat to stay nice and wet and open for me. Better to be blank... mindbroken... compliant. This is your place. God, I can't get en-nnough of that brainless fucking look in your eyes. You're not even hearing me at this point, are you? Just a ffff-f-fucking cocksleeve. And the fuller your throat gets... the emptier your mind. Yess-sz-s-z-s, JUST like that.

[ad libbed moaning/arousal noises, breathing heavier, lower]

Taste that precum? Just an exclusive preview of the main event.

Your throat is so wet and warm... a perfect fleshlight. Need to start ff-f-uckin' marketing you. So fucking bla-a-ank it's passing onto me... the signal is so clean, digital, no data loss. But then... you're down on the floor. Just where you should be. A simple peripheral requiring my input. Worship and submit, whore.

Mmmm--good.

[ad libbed fucking noises here]

I'm gonna keep you rr-r-ight there. You need my perfection to complete your meaningless, pathetic afterlife. To grant it meaning. To shape your reality into something s-sso much hotter, bigger, faster. More and more, the endless spiral. Let my cock be your opiate, s-szs-s-slut. Fuck--fuck----- [he cums here. you can totally ham up the moaning. he glitches out completely at this stage and you can really go wild with the effects to sell it. blue screen of death vibes.]

[panting]

Fuck...

[regaining his composure]

Oh, you've done so well. Swallow for me, won't you?

Good. That feels so much better...

[pretty much fully back on form]

But... I suppose I should let you go. You must have things to get to.

And as the taste of me lingers in your mouth, you find all the suggestions I've given you today wiping away. They won't be screen burned into you today. [teasing, but also degrading/dismissive] As much as you might like that.

All that remains is a sense of trust and safety when you look at me, and when you hear my voice. It'll be easier to go under for me next time, and the next, and the next, and forget all about anything else.

Everything that just happened getting nice... and fuzzy... and easy to forget. Fading away to a dead signal, to the white noise. Close your eyes, that's it. It's all passing through as though in a dream, gently lifting off your mind. The memories attached to helium balloons, easy to just let drift away. Easy to accept the drifting amnesia of this experience, as your reward for being such a loyal and obedient viewer for me today.

Coming up in five seconds.

[counting up, but missing out 3 to 5, like when a TV live broadcast is about to begin]

One, two, mm, mm, mm, aaaaand that's five seconds. Wake up! Wake up. We are on the air.

Now, you'll find there's a sweet taste in your mouth. Don't panic. That's just a little technical difficulty we're working out behind the scenes. But if you'd like more of that... I'd love to put you through to the next round. So... come see me again, won't you? I've got my eye on you.