Lover or loser (Patreon)

Your hypnotist tries to decide which you are.

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Your hypnotist looked down at you, as your mind spiralled. You were sat beneath them on the sofa. “Lover. Loser. Which do you prefer?” You didn’t know. Lover was nice. But loser… “Which title will I give you? You’re certainly pathetic enough to be a loser.” That made you blush.

You nodded, eagerly, and they laughed. “Mindlessly agreeing with me, just like that… But also, when you’re looking at me with those sweet, soft eyes…” They held your gaze for a moment. So tender, so wonderfully warm. “I can’t help but call you a lover. Maybe you’re both.”

Their words were washing over you, and it felt wonderful. “A loveable loser. My loveable loser. So easy to control. I’m doing it right now, tugging at your mind, making you sink with my words.” As they kept talking, their hands began to brush down your cheeks.

“You just need to listen, isn’t that right?” You nodded again, slower this time. “Yeah… So easy. This is why you’re a loser, silly. You’re easy to mould, and control.” You were. You wanted to be easy for them. “I can’t blame you though. Not when it feels this good.”