Manipulated (Patreon)

Your hypnotist tells you how easy you are to toy with.

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“You love being manipulated by me, don’t you toy?” Your hypnotist said, smirking down at you, knelt on the floor, as they stripped. “I flash a bit of skin, and your mind crumbles so quickly.” Your jaw was hanging open, dumbstruck. They were intoxicatingly beautiful.

“You bend over backwards for me. Because you want me.” They leant down, eyes boring into yours. You felt so infatuated with them. “Because you’re mine, aren’t you, plaything?” You nodded, slowly, and they laughed, gently. “Exactly.” They stood up, turning around.

You admired the view, mind still reeling. “Again, all I have to do is just flash a bit of skin, speak in a low voice, and your mind just melts into a puddle. But you love it. Don’t you?” Again, you nodded. “My weak, little thing.” Those words made you feel so safe. So secure.

“You love that I just take that brain and melt it down, until all that exists is my control. My power. All that you want is to be mine.” They were facing you again. Cupped your chin. “So go ahead, indulge. Sink. Submit. You know you can’t fight it. You know you don’t want to.”