Simple (Patreon)

Your hypnotist reduces your capacity to think to nothingness.

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“There’s something so very… Simple, about you right now, toy.” Your hypnotist stood over you, as your body slumped in the seat they had placed you in. “No confusion in your brain. Just sweet, blank, obedience. Doesn’t it feel ever so nice, to get to experience simplicity?”

It did. Everything felt clear. Their voice rippled through your head, taking your free will, and substituting obedience in it’s place. “You don’t get to think. You don’t get to speak. You just get to listen, and obey. If I tell you to stand, you stand.”

They put a finger under your chin, and tugged you to your feet, as you helplessly followed. “If I tell you to kneel, you kneel.” They pointed the finger towards the floor, and you dropped, blank and obedient, to your knees. “Exactly, my sweet little plaything.”

Their grin made you melt a little more. How could you ever say no to them? They were perfection. “You’re all mine, to shape, and change as I wish. So, if I want that mind to be incapable of thought, just a braindead zombie… I will. And you will love it, because I say so.”