Semblance (Patreon)

Your hypnotist shunts all your thoughts out of order.

You lay back on the bed, sighing. Your resistance was going well. “Just – just give me a moment to-” Your partner interrupted you by straddling you.

“Give you a moment to what, take a break? Put those struggling thoughts back together?” They smirked.”

As they leant down, they let their full weight sink onto your hips. “I don’t think so. You wanted to try resisting. You never said I had to make it easy. And from the way that your excuses have dried up…” They got so close to you, their forearms resting either side of your head.

You could feel their breath on your cheek. “Come on… Just because I’m this close to you, you can resist, can’t you? Try, toy. Give me something, anything.” They said.

You blinked, trying to force your thoughts into some semblance of order, trying to parse anything.

And then they bit your neck, and your sensitive body betrayed you with a whimper. Any amount of order fled your thoughts, and you gave into the pleasure, instantly. They laughed, as they sat up. “Okay, toy. It’s time to drop. Unless you want to keep resisting?”

You shook your head weakly. You just wanted more. More of them. More of their power. They smiled, eagerly, hungrily. “Good.” They brushed a finger down your forehead as they said “Power off.” Your eyelids closed, your mind was gone, all resistance obliterated.