Relapse (Patreon)

You told yourself you wouldn't go back to them. But here you are again.

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“Awh, honey, have you been trying to resist?” Your dominant’s voice down the audio call was soft, sweet. But you knew their tone. The slight condescension. They knew you’d be back. That you would cave, and relapse. “Even though we both know it’s useless.”

You nodded. “Mhm. It was so hard. I just. You occupied my every thought, and it made me feel so weak.” You said. It was so good to hear their voice again.

“Well, that’s okay. You’re back with me now. Ready to serve. Ready to give in. Aren’t you, toy?”

Their words were weaving around your mind, in a way that was both familiar and blissful. You let a soft moan slip from your lips as they spoke. “Yes dominant.” You said. You were more than ready. You were eager to submit once more to their power over you.

“That’s what I thought. You always were weak for me, and being away must have been agony. But it’s okay. It feels good to relapse. It’s inevitable. That’s why you keep on doing it. You know how good it feels to slip under my control. Just listen to my voice, and sink.”

Your eyelids were suddenly heavy. Your mind was blank. Each word that slipped into your ears pulled your mind deeper into the familiar feeling of trance. “That’s it, good toy. Such a good toy for me. Sinking, and slipping, and dropping deeper and deeper.”

You could feel their voice wrapping around your mind. Dragging you further into their power. “I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t ever want to leave again. But that’s okay. You just want to be a good toy for me, don’t you? And you will be. You’ll be my best toy.”