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Your hypnotist acknowledges that they did this to you.

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“Oh, plaything… You look so cute like this.” Your hypnotist cooed, brushing their hand through your hair as you lay beneath them, staring blankly up at the ceiling. “I know, I know, it’s my fault that you are like this… But when this is the result, can you blame me?”

You didn’t have a mind to blame them, even if you wanted to. “Look at you. All blank, brainless, and so ready for me to flood your head with my words.” They leant down, kissing your forehead a couple of times, before sitting back up, giggling. “Ugh, you just look so cozy!”

That was true. You were cozy. Mindless. Blank. “No thoughts to trouble that sleepy, sleepy mind. I love it. Now, just keep sinking deeper, toy.” Their hand drifted downwards, past your face. “Today, we’re going to rewire your brain into a completely obedient state.”

Your mind opened, becoming accepting of the words they were about to put into your mind. “You’ll be able to go about your day, as usual, until I give you a command. And then you come running. You will obey. But we’ll get to that. For now, just sink deeper.”