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Your partner won your switch off, and now they want to make them easier to win in the future.

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The pocket watch swung before your eyes. It was softly tugging at your attention. You were aware of a heaviness in your arm, but it was stuck, holding the watch before you, moving it back and forth. This was meant to be entrancing your partner, but things had gone awry.

“Isn’t it easier, like this, sweetie?” They asked.

“yes…” You replied. It was hard to think.

They laughed. “You sound so weak. And to think you were so sure you’d beat me earlier. Well, you don’t think, do you sweetie?” The question hit your mind like a hammer.

Your last few thoughts scattered. “I love seeing you like this. Glassy stare. Body so relaxed. Your eyelids are drooping, I bet you’ll start drooling before long. You’re a trance slut for me, isn’t that right? Just nod your head.” Your head moved slowly up and down.

They laughed again. “So obedient. So helpless.” They were pacing around you as you sat in the chair, some part of you knew that. But it was hard to focus on that. You were too focussed on the pocket watch, and their words. “I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

You felt them tap you on the forehead, reaching over you from behind. They gently pulled you back into the chair with one hand, whilst their other caught the pocket watch, lowering your arm down. “Just sink into trance for me, sweetie. I’ve got you. You’re mine.”

They wrapped their arms around you as they whispered into your ear. “And I think it’s time we put these dominant ambitions to rest. You always lose to me, don’t you, silly? But it’s okay. We both know how good it makes you feel. You want to keep losing, don’t you?”

You could feel your mind warping, even as their words dragged you down deeper into trance. “Of course you do. You’ll get to be my little loser, so eager to obey, so ready to sink for me, any time we have one of our switch offs. You’ll try, but ultimately fail.”

Their hands were moving over your body, softly teasing you. “But that’s okay. Losing will feel so good, that you won’t mind losing again, and again, and again. For me. Because you want to obey me. You want to be a good toy for me. So let my words in. Let me make you my loser.”