Crumbling resolve (Patreon)

Your hypnotist puts a stop to your resistance so easily.

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You should really stop speaking. You were giving your hypnotist all the keys to your mind. All the little ways they could tease and torment you. They ways they could make you melt into a subby little mess for them. You felt so powerless.

You tried to hold back, wrestling your lips into stillness, even as your mind continued to think of things they should know. Then came the job of fighting your thoughts back into order. Even whilst they watched, a knowing grin spreading across their face.

“Oh, toy. What’s wrong? Run out of things to tell me?” They leant in, getting close. Pressing their fingers to your cheek. Their touch was electric. It made you want to give in. You had just told them that. You shook your head, you still had so many things to say.

“No? Then why stop, huh?” They asked, still grinning.

“I… I…” You let out a soft groan of delight as your traitorous brain worked to get out of your control again. “I shouldn’t let you have this much power over me.” You finally finished, sheepishly.

They cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh? Why not, pet? Don’t you love it when I have all this power over you?” Their voice was a challenge.

“I… I do, but-”

“But what?” They cut you off. “No, you should tell me. Give me the keys to your mind. It’s what you want, right?” You resolve crumbled. Of course you wanted it.