Alky (Patreon)

Your hypnotist takes advantage of your drunken state. Just as planned.

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“Here toy. Take another drink.” Your hypnotist said, pushing the bottle you were holding towards your mouth. Obediently, you drank, your mind spinning more. You felt so very hazy. “Awh, look at you, like this. All messed up, all weak, and helpless.”

Their hands began to wander, grabbing at you, touching you. It felt so fucking good. “Keep drinking, you weak little drunk. You’re such a lightweight. You’ve barely had anything and you’re fucking smashed.” As you took another swig, their hands became rougher.

You let out a whimper, and then a moan. Your head was spinning. You couldn’t have pushed your hypnotist off you even if you wanted to, and fuck you really didn’t want to. You wanted them to use you like this. Treat you like a plaything. You couldn’t hold back your moans.

Until, that was, they snapped their fingers. “Clear.” They said. And instantly, the dizziness, the weakness, the drunkenness faded. You looked up at them.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

They nodded. “Just checking in.” they said, smiling down at you, cupping your chin fondly.

“Oh – green.” You said.

Their smile widened. They snapped their fingers again. “Drunk.” The fogginess returned. Their hand on your chin slipped down to your neck, and squeezed, gently. “Good little alky. Weak, and helpless for me. I’m going to have fun using you.”