Just a brainwashed toy (Patreon)

Your mantra makes it so hard to think.

Inspired by @hypnanosis!

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You couldn’t stop repeating the words. “I’m just a braindead toy.” They fell from your lips again. A part of you wanted to fight back. To resist the urge. But every time you go close to trying, those words would interrupt the thought.

It was because every time you said them, it sent sparks of pleasure dancing through your body. And that made it so hard to focus on anything else. Just your mantra. “I’m just a braindead toy.” There it went again. Your eyelids fluttered, and a moan escaped your mouth.

Your hypnotist was watching, smirking down at you. Your hips bucked. Your brain was melting. “I’m just a braindead toy.”

Finally, your hypnotist spoke. “Touch, toy.” Your fingers moved, sliding between your legs, even as you continued to repeat your mantra.

Although it was now being broken up by the moans. The desire, the arousal that was rising, igniting throughout your body. “I’m just… braindead… mmmph.” You could hear your hypnotist laughing.

“That’s it, toy. Brainwash yourself deeper for me. Good job.”