Are you a toy? (Patreon)

What starts with your hypnotist asking you a question turns into something more... Heated.

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Your hypnotist leant over you in the chair, hand brushing down your bare chest. “Are you a toy? I mean… You’re letting me play with your body.” They tapped you on the forehead, making your already hazy brain fog over. “With your mind.” They giggled.

“That must make you a toy. A weak-willed little puppet that I can play with.” You opened your mouth, tried to deny what they were saying, but they placed a finger to your lips. “Shh. Stop trying to think. It won’t work.” You absent mindedly slipped their finger in your mouth.

They laughed again. “You see?” They said, sliding their finger in and out of your mouth. “You can’t think. Not when you’re so eager to be my good toy. And you are eager, aren’t you?” The finger in your mouth moved up and down, causing you to nod in agreement.

“That’s what I thought. You just want to be my good little plaything…” They slipped a second finger in your mouth. Your mind floundered as the sensation of your lips wrapped around their finger took over. “Just give in to me. Stop trying to think, sweetie. It’s useless.”

For a moment you considered stopping sucking on their fingers, to show that they weren’t in as much control as they thought. But then they started moving them faster, and that thought vanished. “Stop trying to resist the urge to do whatever I say, silly toy.”

Your mind was quieting. Resistance was fading. It was so easy to give in. They smiled as you sucked. “That’s right. Just switch off that mind, and let me take control. Three. Dropping. Two. Deeper. One. Down.” They snapped their fingers. The sound reverberated in your mind.

Your brain was empty, as they continued to slip their fingers in and out of your mouth. “Good toy. Such a brainwashed little plaything. I love how easily you give in. Feel the pleasure of obedience.” You did. You could feel the bliss of surrender, pulsing through you.

“You’re all mine, my good plaything. Because it feels so good to give in. Doesn’t it?” It did. You couldn’t nod. But you couldn’t disagree. “And it just keeps on feeling better, every time. Let’s see how much more addicted I can make you to the sensation of being my good toy.”