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Your hypnotist helps to pump your brain full of pleasure. They wouldn't take advantage of you, would they?

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Your mind was blank. Their pleasure pulsed and rippled through you. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.” The words fell from your lips. Just as unstoppable as your hands, teasing your body. “My mind is yours. My body is yours. It feels so good to give in.”

A shudder ran down your body as your hands found the edge, and pulled back. A strangled moan escaped your lips. The words fell away temporarily as you continued to dive deeper into pleasurable worship, your mind gone. Thoughts obliterated. Just an edged, gooned out toy.

“That’s it, pet. Just keep sinking deeper into pleasure. It feels so good to give in. To let your mind burst. Just a mindless toy for me to play with. And I will play with you, toy. I’m going to reprogram you to be the perfect, needy little thing. But we need you really empty first.”

Their words spurred your hands to begin moving again, the wave of pleasure now bearable. Your sex almost ached, with each movement of your hands, with each pulse of bliss. “Good toy. You’re doing so well for me. Just keep going. Edge, and goon, and go blank.”

“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” You said. The words piercing your mind, creating tunnels for their words to move deeper. You were helplessly lost to their control. Their power. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Your hands sped up, finding the perfect pace, the perfect movement.

Your mind grew hazy with pleasure, fogging over rapidly, as your few remaining thoughts grew so very tempting. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to refuse any request they gave you right now. A small part of you felt lucky for how much you trusted them to not take advantage.

But another part of you craved more. You craved for them to hollow out your mind, replacing your desires with their own. You craved them telling you to send, to give in, to sacrifice more and more for them. It would feel so good. But they wouldn’t. They knew your limits.