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“You don’t get to think, silly.” Your hypnotist said, pushing your head back against the bed by a single finger to your forehead. “You’re just a dumb toy. You can barely think when you’re out of trance, never mind when you’re in trance.” They laughed.
“You don’t get to think, silly.” Your hypnotist said, pushing your head back against the bed by a single finger to your forehead. “You’re just a dumb toy. You can barely think when you’re out of trance, never mind when you’re in trance.” They laughed.
I know you want to drop.
I know you want to submit.
I know you want to surrender.
But I have a question for you.
One that I want the answer to.
What are you willing to sacrifice?
Your money?
Your mind?
Your free will?
Choose carefully, toy.
I know you want to drop.
I know you want to submit.
I know you want to surrender.
But I have a question for you.
One that I want the answer to.
What are you willing to sacrifice?
Your money?
Your mind?
Your free will?
Choose carefully, toy.
You turned to look at them. “I said I’d go to a party tonight. I don’t want to go back on that.” You said, turning back to the mirror.
You turned to look at them. “I said I’d go to a party tonight. I don’t want to go back on that.” You said, turning back to the mirror.
Sit in my lap.
Let me play with your hair.
Brush those silly little thoughts out of your pretty mind.
There we go.
Just bask in my warmth.
Let my control surround you.
It feels so good, doesn't it?
To sink.
To drift.
To drop.
Good toy.
Sit in my lap.
Let me play with your hair.
Brush those silly little thoughts out of your pretty mind.
There we go.
Just bask in my warmth.
Let my control surround you.
It feels so good, doesn't it?
To sink.
To drift.
To drop.
Good toy.
Your hypnotist was very close to you. They had pulled you into them, both of you sat out on the bed. You were facing away from them, as they leant their head on one of your shoulders, tracing a hand gently up your arm. “I want you to get comfortable, pet.”
Your hypnotist was very close to you. They had pulled you into them, both of you sat out on the bed. You were facing away from them, as they leant their head on one of your shoulders, tracing a hand gently up your arm. “I want you to get comfortable, pet.”
No, you don't get to come up on the bed.
That's for people.
And you're not a person...
No. You're a pet.
A plaything.
A toy.
So you stay down there, beneath me.
And sink.
Onto your knees.
Into trance.
Deeper.
Good pet.
No, you don't get to come up on the bed.
That's for people.
And you're not a person...
No. You're a pet.
A plaything.
A toy.
So you stay down there, beneath me.
And sink.
Onto your knees.
Into trance.
Deeper.
Good pet.
You look so cute like this.
Hanging on my every word.
Eyes flickering.
Body relaxed.
Mind focused on the one thing that really matters.
Me.
So keep on focusing for me, plaything.
Let me take over.
Just give in, and let yourself feel good.
Good toy.
You look so cute like this.
Hanging on my every word.
Eyes flickering.
Body relaxed.
Mind focused on the one thing that really matters.
Me.
So keep on focusing for me, plaything.
Let me take over.
Just give in, and let yourself feel good.
Good toy.