Don't think, don't resist (Patreon)

Your hypnotist puts you through some more brainwashing.

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“Shhh, don’t think, don’t resist, I’m your hypnotist. You don’t need to do anything but listen and obey, and I’ll make you feel ever so good.” Your hypnotist was stood behind you, holding your head in their hands, holding you upright as your body sagged into the chair.

“You can’t resist my words.” You felt their power wrapping around your mind.

“You just obey.” As you sank under their control.

“You just give in.” A mindless plaything for them.

“Each and every word from my lips makes your mind break a little more.” You could feel it.

A soft moan left your lips as they kept on speaking. “And it feels so good. Each word is a droplet of bliss, slipped into your mind.” They paused, hands swaying your head slightly, making you feel so blank, so empty-headed and brainless. “You’re my good toy. Repeat.”

“I-I’m your good toy…” You said. It was a soft noise. You voice sounded so weak.

“Again.” You head the satisfaction in their tone.

“I’m your good toy.” Your voice was stronger, but monotone. You could feel the desire to obey, to be their plaything, growing.

“And again.” Their hands held your head slightly tighter.

“I’m your good toy.” It was true. You were their good toy. All you wanted to be was their good toy.

They laughed before continuing. “Just keep on looping that, my good toy. Until it’s all you can think. All that you are.”