A mask (Patreon)

Your hypnotist wrings your thoughts from your mind, in order to remake you, more to their taste.

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“Awh, sweetie, what’s wrong? Has your mind got stuck?” Your hypnotist asked, leaning down over you in the chair, a soft smile creeping across their lips. “Did my words wrap too tight around your brain? It’s okay. You can let my words wring your thoughts from your mind.”

As they said it, you felt it. A squashing sensation in your head. You felt your hypnotist put a finger to your lips. “Shh. You don’t need to think right now. You can just sink, sink, sink down into my power. Into my control.” Their words did feel like a weight around your mind.

Pulling you down. Deeper into this feeling of submission, and obedience. “Feel my words wrapping tighter around your brain. Each loop around another layer of my control over your mind. And we both already know that I’ve got your body under my control.”

They paused, eyes leaving your glassy stare, roaming over your still form. “That’s why you can’t move. Why you’re stuck still.” They were right. You couldn’t have moved, even if you had been capable of thinking about doing so. “You’re open, and helpless.”

Their hand moved from your lips to your cheek, tilting your head back to force your gaze to properly meet theirs. “Defenceless against all the things I’m going to pour into your mind once I’ve wrung it empty of all thoughts. Once you’re empty, then I can begin.”

They leant in, and you were struck by their beauty, in the soft light of the room. “I’ll remake your mind, to my design.” They said, their smile now a smirk. “Don’t worry. You’ll get the old you back. A mask, a shell over your new mind. Something to wear when you’re not with me.”

Your mind felt so hazy. So foggy as they kept speaking. “Just so the rest of the world can’t see. Your subservience is for my enjoyment. My pleasure, and when you’re with me, the mask will slip away.” They let go of your cheek, standing back up, towering over you.

“When we’re apart, you’ll return to the new you.” They drifted two fingers downwards before your eyes, which obediently closed, locking your vision away. “Now, as you feel my words squeeze the last of your mind out, we can begin the process of rebuilding you…”