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Your hypnotist reprograms a central tenet of your being

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Your hypnotist settled with a sigh, straddling your stomach. Their nude form illuminated by the soft lighting behind them. The soft skin of their thighs, adding a heat to your own body. You, embarrassed, cast your eyes around the room, until they caught your chin with their hand.

“Ah, ah, ah, pet. No.” They pointed two fingers to your eyes, and then drew them back to their own. “You don’t get to look anywhere but here. That’s it. Mind off. Owned, and controlled, by me. Your mind is mine, toy. Mine to fuck with. To toy with. To break.”

They wriggled atop you, enjoying your swift surrender. And you were surrendering, your mind was blank, your thoughts had focused along with your gaze. “And oh, I know, that sounds mean, breaking you…” Their look became slightly sympathetic, before breaking into a wicked grin.

“But you love it, don’t you? You love it when I break your brain.” You did. It was your favourite thing. “When I make you so fucking desperate.” You could feel arousal rising through you, at their closeness. Their intensity. “Mindless. You’re mine, to do whatever I want with.”

They stopped moving, and leant down, eyes drawing closer to yours. “And I want you to remember that. Feel it lodge in your brain, more core to your identity than your own name. The first thing about you, is that you are mine. Understand, toy?” You nodded, slowly. “Good.”