Open book (Patreon)

Your hypnotist reveals just what they can get out of you.

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“Resist me? Honey. Your mind is an open book to me. I’ll know anything I want to know.” Your hypnotist said, smirking at your pout.

“Hardly. There’s plenty you don’t know about me. My favourite food, for example.” You retorted, folding your arms.

They raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? You think so? Well. I guess you’re right. There’s plenty I don’t know. But that’s fine. You’re an open book, toy. All I need to do is read you. Now, would you please tell me what your favourite food is?” They asked, their confident look shifting to one of earnest curiosity.

You had no intention of answering them. No desire to do so. But your mouth opened. Tongue and lips moving, forming the words. “Spaghetti Bolognese, specifically the recipe my mum used.” You said. You paused, staring at them, dumbfounded. “What was that?”

They didn’t answer your question. “Good. Now, would you please tell me what your favourite place in the world is?”

Again, your body responded, brain supplying the information, you couldn’t stop yourself. “St Mary’s square, in my hometown. It was where I had my first kiss.”

You were blushing. That was private. “H-how?” They seemed able to pluck the information from your lips effortlessly.

Once again, they ignored your question. “Would you please tell me, is this turning you on?” They asked.

You tried to put your hands over your mouth.

You tried not to answer.

But you couldn’t do anything. “Yes, dominant.” You said, meekly.

Their smirk had returned. “To answer your question, plaything, I’ll refer you to what I said earlier. Your mind is an open book to me. I just have to ask, and you’ll tell me.”

“But- but how?” You asked.

They laughed. “I’m so glad we trained you to accept hypnotic amnesia.” They said. “It’s made it so much easier to mess with you. I’m not going to tell you, except to say that you agreed to this, several weeks ago. I’ve just been waiting to use it.”