Loser (Patreon)

Your dominant says some mean things to you, that hit your brain in just the right way.

CW: Degradation

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“God damn toy, you are pathetic. You shouldn’t like it when I call you names, you idiot.” Your blank gaze met the fire in their eyes. You couldn’t think. “I can see your body reacting. It shouldn’t make you wet, and needy, to hear me call you a loser, or a dummy.”

Their words were rolling through you, hitting the right parts in your empty mind. You were an idiot, you were a loser. And you wanted them to prove it. “You should be able to think for yourself. You should be able to realise that when I say I’m taking advantage of you that it’s a bad thing.”

They pressed a finger to your chest, pushing you effortlessly back into your seat. “That when I’ve hypnotised you into this weak, mindless state where all you can do is nod and agree, that it isn’t how most people would be. That it wouldn’t make them so very desperate for more.”

A moment passed, they paused, studying you. “But you’re not most people, are you, toy? You are pathetic. Needy. Desperate to prove that you’re not only an idiot. But that you’re my idiot.” They smiled down at you. Their tone of voice changing. Softening.

“Because you might be a dumbass. But you are my dumbass. And I love how weak you are for me. How desperate you get to prove that you’re mine, and that you’re obedient. That you are so willing to let me take advantage of you. How you’ll let me hypnotise you and degrade you.”

They traced their fingers over your bare chest, where they had written so many words earlier. “Be that through my spit, through making you feel embarrassed, or just by writing mean things on you. I love how much you love it, dummy. So just sink into it. Be my loser.”