Tapped (Patreon)

Your hypnotist taps your mind away, mid conversation.

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Your hypnotist was leant over you, pinning you softly but firmly to the bed. One of their hands held your chin. The other was hovering just above your forehead. “Are you ready, toy?” They asked. You nodded, and they smiled “Good. Let’s begin. How was your day?”

As they asked the question, one of their fingers tapped you on the forehead. “I- umm…” Your mind faltered for a moment, but you found the words again. “It was good, work-” They tapped you on the forehead again. Your thoughts paused as a ripple passed through your brain.

You took longer to start talking again. “Work was kind of long but it was fun, you kn-”

Another tap to the forehead. The thought you had been having left your mind. Your mouth was hanging open. You were meant to be talking. But you couldn’t remember what about.

You were floundering. Trying to remember. Then they tapped again. And again. And again. You lost track of time. Each tap on your forehead was another blow to your mind, which was crumbling, slowly but surely. Your eyes rolled up as your body felt so heavy.

“Come on. Keep talking, honey.” The taps stopped for a moment. You tried to rally your thoughts, tried to grasp at the smoke that filled your mind.

“I… um…” Was all you managed to say before they started tapping at your forehead again. Shutting your mind down, instantly.

They were laughing. “Is this really all it takes, pet? Just tapping away at your mind and you can’t even keep up a basic conversation? It’s okay. I know I shouldn’t blame you. I’m the one who made you this way. Easy to mess with. A delight to tease. Let’s keep going…”