The scent of mindlessness (Patreon)

Your hypnotist uses their perfume to switch your brain off.

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Your partner stood over you, smirking. They traced a hand down your cheek. They looked so powerful. Calm. Collected. Confident. And as you looked up at them, their other hand held up a bottle of perfume. With one swift motion, particles were drifting down.

And as the familiar scent hit you, your mind went blank. They laughed, as they leant down, and you could smell the perfume on their neck, as they whispered in your ear. “Such a good, programmed toy. So weak. So helpless for me, and all it takes is a sniff.”

They kissed you on the cheek, and stood back up. Your eyes stared blankly up at them. There were no thoughts in your head. They stepped away, and you stayed there, staring upwards, too mindless to move. “I wonder how long I could leave you here, toy.” They said.

The scent was still flooding your nostrils, and that left no space in your brain for thinking. Not that you wanted to think. No, this was perfect for you. Being blank. Being mindless. The scent you associated with them just made it better. A reminder of their control, in your senses.

“But I probably shouldn’t just leave you to sink, and melt for me.” You hadn’t noticed them moving behind you, but now one of their hands tangled in your hair, the other was on your chest. Their breath was hot in your ear. “No, I like taking an active role in breaking you.”