Reshaped (Patreon)

Your hypnotist reshapes your mind, to suit their whims.

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“Down, toy.” Your hypnotist said, snapping their fingers. You immediately felt that downward tug on your mind, pulling you into trance. Your hypnotist laughed as your body slumped, limp, into the chair. “That’s it. Sink, and drift, and drop.” They brushed a hand down your cheek.

“Leave you self-control, your willpower, with your conscious mind, and slip into the sweet dreams of the subconscious.” Your mind felt so hazy, so foggy, as their voice dripped into your ears. “Where my words, my power, my essence can flow though you.”

That tugging on your mind was still there, dragging you deeper down. “Feel my words rippling through your brain. Feel yourself succumbing to my power. Feel how each and every moment that you spend down here warps you more, and more, and more.”

You felt it. The way your brain was changing, the way your thoughts were being wiped out, replaced. “And then, feel how good it feels. The warmth, the arousal, the delicious pleasure that comes from being my toy.” You let out a gasp as the sensations hit you.

“My plaything. Reshaped to my desires.” You felt their voice in your mind, like your brain was a lump of clay to be moulded. “My wants. My needs for a brainwashed object that I can use how I see fit. No willpower. No resistance. Just my control. What a good toy.”