Mind, body, and soul (Patreon)

Your hypnotist claims ownership of you.

Inspired by @hypnanosis, on twitter and bluesky!

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“Awh, look at you, toy.” Your hypnotist said, straddling you on the bed. “So helpless beneath me. And I can hardly blame you, when I look this good, it just makes sense that you’d give in to me. Give me whatever I want…”

They laughed, a hungry look in their eyes. “And I want you, toy.” Their fingers trailed over your chest. “All of you. Your mind, to rewrite, your body, to play with, your soul, to bind.” They bent their fingers, nails digging into your skin. Your mind focused on the sensation.

You let out a gasp, as pain mixed with pleasure, and they laughed, cruelly. “That’s it, toy. Give in to me, let me make you feel good. It’ll just make it easier to brainwash you. To twist you, corrupt you.” Their nails stopped moving, and instead just pressed.

Your mind felt woozy, and hazy. Your thoughts were foggy, your mind was beyond your control. But their words were clear. Their nails were pinpricks of focus on your skin. Their laughter was a song that pulled you deeper. You were so blank, and you were theirs, completely.