Shutdown switch (Patreon)

Your partner goes over how easily they can switch off your mind, and your body.

CW: paralysis trigger

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“You’re just a machine, an object for me to use, to play with. And, like any good machine, you have a very useful shutdown switch. A few, in fact. Of course we’ve got your nose.” Your partner tapped you gently on the nose with the tip of their finger.

Your eyes rolled back as your eyelids shut, suddenly irresistibly heavy. “And you sink down into soft submissive subspace.” Your mind was open, your thoughts were gone. Their voice was able to penetrate so deep into your hazy, foggy, unresisting brain.

“But there’s also one at the back of your neck, where your spine starts to run down your back, there’s a little place where I can just pinch, and it leaves your body stuck. Immobilized. Stiff, and rigid.” As they described, you could feel the suggestion sinking in.

“You’d still be able to think, speak, move your eyes, breathe. But everything else, from the neck down, would be stuck in place. Where I’ve severed your mind’s control over your body, until I were to pinch that area again. Do you want that?” They asked. You nodded, slowly.

They laughed. “I thought you might. Right, come back up on three now. Zero, taking you deeper. One, rising. Two, higher. Three, awake. And let me just…” Your eyes had opened, you looked up just in time to see them step closer to you, and reach behind your neck.

You felt them gently pinch the nape of your neck. And it was like a cable had been cut. You lost all control over your body, except for your head. You could still feel things, but it was impossible to move them. “There we go.  Stuck in place. Unable to move. How does it feel?”

“Good. Really good.” You said. It was the truth. To have this control taken from you as you were still up, and talking to them was fulfilling fantasies that you hadn’t been completely aware of.

“Yeah? Does it feel good to have all that control ripped away from you?” They said.

They took a moment to look you over before continuing. “How about when I do this?” They turned around, and slipped their trousers down, revealing their ass to you. Just in front of you. It was so nice to look at. So round, so firm. But you wanted to touch it. A whine escaped you.

 “Oh, do you want to squeeze it? To feel me?” Their tone was taunting. Teasing.

“Yes dominant…” You said, eyes locked onto their ass as it swayed back and forth before you.

“Well, I’m just here. All you need to do is reach out and touch my ass.” They said.

Another whine of desperation left your lips. They kept talking. “You have permission. Go on. Try. Really try to move.”

And you did try. You really did. You focused, trying to get even a finger to budge. But no part of your body would move. It was out of your control.

They laughed again. And you felt so weak. So helpless. They had all the power in this moment. “What’s wrong toy? Is it impossible? Good. No matter how much you want something, you can’t have it right now. I’m in complete control. You’re all mine. My object. My plaything. My toy.”