Pet-space (Patreon)

Your hypnotist has collared you, and uses it to play with you in pet-space.

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“This collar represents so many things, pet.” Your hypnotist said, holding your leash, eyes roaming over you. “Your submission. Your status of being mine. The fact that I control you, body and mind. But I think the most important one, is that you’re my good pet.”

The last two words were a trigger for you, and they worked so well. You instantly felt your mind slip into a submissive haze. Your words escaped you. You let out a soft yip of excitement, and they laughed. “That’s a good pet.” Their other hand went to your head, giving scritches.

As you let out a soft, excited noise, they were smiling. Your mind slipped further into mindless pet-space. All that mattered were your handler’s words. Their commands. You were a good pet, a good plaything for them. “That’s it. Come here, get a treat.”

They grabbed a sweet from the table, and held it out to you. Your brain, on autopilot, out of your control, moved you forwards, and you ate it from their hand. “That’s right. And this is what I was talking about. You’re mine. A submissive little plaything. A sweet pet.”

They went back to giving you scritches. “And whilst you wear this collar, I control your body, and I control your mind.” They gave a gentle tug downwards on the leash and instructed you to “Sit.” And you knelt. You couldn’t stop yourself. All you could do was obey.

As you looked up at them, you felt the bliss, and pleasure of obedience, mixing in to the hazy, fogginess of your pet-space. It felt so good. No thinking. Just obeying commands, and feeling pleasure. You wanted to be their good pet. And the collar made you so very good.