Too late for that (Patreon)

Your hypnotist points out that you can't leave any more.

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“I… I could step away.” You said, knowing that you didn’t want to. Your hypnotist laughed at you.

“Escape? Oh, silly toy. It’s far too late for that.” Their voice was so confident. “Maybe you think that that’s what you want…” They paused, looking you in the eye, smirking.

“But even if you could bring yourself to turn away, you wouldn’t be able to move.” Their voice was like a siren’s song, lulling your mind into relaxed obedience. “You wouldn’t be able to get my voice out of your head, silly. No.” You were letting their words slip into your mind.

“You’ve fallen too deep, too often for that. You’re my programmed little plaything. Even if you managed to stay away after our time together…” The very thought of it made your skin crawl. “You’d feel the pangs of longing, calling to you. Making you eager to return to me.”

Their brainwashing ran so completely through you. You never wanted to leave. Not really. “To sink into my control, all over again. So why tell yourself that you want to escape?” You didn’t know. You didn’t remember. “We both know you don’t really want to.”

You never wanted to be out from under their control. “No. You want to sink for me. You want to let me brainwash you more, and more, and more. Good toy. Kneel for me.” You sank to your knees as they leant over you. “I’m going to purge this little bit of rebellion from your brain.”