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Your hypnotist has a way to make sure you pay attention.

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“You can’t stop yourself, can you?” Your hypnotist asked, a bemused smirk flitting across their lips. “No. Not when my voice is so thoroughly entwined around your brain. Not when there’s only one thing for you to do. You just need to listen.” You attention narrowed.

Their words became the only thing you could hear. The only thing you could focus on. “Mouth open.” The order was irresistible. You had to listen. Your lips parted, and you heard them laugh, gently. “That’s it…” They slipped their dildo between your lips.

The silicon tasted of obedience, as your lips wrapped around it. As you began to suck. A conditioned response, that they held in check with a finger on your chin. “Ah, ah, ah, toy. Listen. No sucking until I say. Just hold it for now.” Obediently, meekly, you did as you were told.

They left the dildo there, as they stepped back, grabbing some water. You felt like a receptacle. You weren’t being fucked, you were just a holder for a sex toy right now. You settled into the feeling. It felt good, to be useful. You loved being useful. You just had to listen.