Decoration (Patreon)

Your hypnotist and their friends take a moment to laugh at you.

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“Wow, toy, you look sooooo silly right now.” Your hypnotist said, laughing at you. Your tongue was sticking out, your jaw was slack. “So stupid.” You were blushing. As they, and their friends continued to laugh. “Does it embarrass you? Being laughed at by pretty people?”

They trailed a finger down your cheek, looking at your blank, glazed over expression. Your blush deepened, you could feel it. “If it embarrasses you, why don’t you move? Why don’t you stop looking so silly?” You couldn’t answer them. You couldn’t move.

“Hmm?” They cupped their ear, faking straining to hear you. “What’s wrong? Oh, silly, you’re not even defending yourself.” They paused, tapping their chin, before grinning maliciously at you. “Oh yeah. You can’t. You’re stuck.” Their freeze trigger had worked very well.

Their friends were still laughing at you, a little semicircle of them, all eyes on you, your nakedness. “And I know, I know, being laughed at by me and my friends here just make it hotter. But hey, don’t worry, we’re going to get a few more drinks.” Your hypnotist stepped back.

“You’re going to stay there, like a good little decoration.” That description made you blush more. “And when we’re back… Maybe we’ll play with you.” They reached a hand out, brushing your chest with the lightest of touches. “See what that body can do, huh?”