Sit (Patreon)

Your hypnotist gives you a command that your body obeys without your input.

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Your hypnotist met your eyes, as you challenged them. You were smirking at them, satisfied. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of dropping so e- “Sit.” They said, pointing to the floor with one hand, and snapping their fingers on the other.

Down you went. It wasn’t a conscious decision. Your legs just gave way, kneeling before them. The room had gone silent. Other party goers were watching. “So much for resisting.” Someone said.

Your hypnotist laughed. “Exactly. So much for resisting, pet.”

You let out a soft whimper, as they looked down at you, venom in their gaze. “Resistance would imply that you had a choice. But you let go of choosing things a while ago, didn’t you?” Their eyes were burning into you as they spoke. You nodded meekly.

“What do you say, pet?” They asked.

“I-I’m sorry, dominant.” You whispered.

They laughed. “Oh, silly me. Pets don’t talk, do they?” They said, looking around the room. “Try again, silly little pet. And let me rephrase it.” They snapped their fingers as they told you to “Speak.”