Drop, obey, give your mind away (Patreon)

Your partner's new brainwashing chamber is ready, and you're the first test subject.

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Your partner had strapped you into the comfortable office chair in the middle of what appeared to be a plush, if empty room. This was what they called their brainwashing chamber, and they had spent a lot of time working on it. Now it was ready, you were their first subject.

They paused before as they were about to slip a pair of headphones over your ears. “Okay honey, I’ll be in the control room next door. There’s microphones in here, so if you need anything, just say. I’ll hear you, and we can change anything that needs changing, okay?”

You nodded at them, smiling. As much as this had been their pet project, you were excited to see the culmination of their efforts, just as they were. “That’s fine babe. I’m sure it’ll be okay.” You said.

They smiled, and placed the headphones over your ears.

Immediately, the sound of the outside world was gone. It was just you, and your breathing, and some soft music being pumped into your ears. Your partner checked you over once more, and then gave you a thumbs up. Once again you nodded at them, smiling. They left the room.

 “Okay, babe, time to begin.” Their voice joined the music in your ears. “Projectors activating. Binaurals increasing. Subject dropping in three.” Spirals materialised on the walls around you, casting the room in a dim light that made it so easy to look at the spinning pinwheels.

“Two.” You could hear faint whispers, subliminals, behind their voice, mixed in with the music. “One.” Your mind was slipping just from them counting. “Zero. Dropping.”

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You opened your eyes to your dominant unstrapping you from the chair.

You could feel your mouth moving, but you couldn’t figure out what you were saying. As they took the headphones off you, you heard a different voice. Echoing the mantra that was in your head.

“Good toys drop. Good toys obey. Good toys give their minds away.”

Your mind still felt so floaty. What had happened? It was so hard to think.

“Good toys drop. Good toys obey. Good toys give their minds away.”

The words kept on looping. In time with your thoughts. It was a nice voice. A good, submissive tone. You envied the voice.

“Good toys drop. Good toys obey. Good toys give their minds away.”

Your dominant beckoned to you, and you slid from the chair, onto your knees. That was strange. Why- why couldn’t you stand?

“Good toys drop. Good toys obey. Good toys give their minds away.”

It didn’t matter, you decided. Kneeling felt better. You were a good toy. Their good toy. You would drop. You would obey. You had already given away your mind to your dominant. Why not your body as well?