Whimpers and Moans (Patreon)

Your hypnotist wants you to get worse for them.

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The moans and whimpers you were making were a mantra at one point, you thought, idly. Your hypnotist was looking down at you, laying on the bed, a smirk playing over their face. “When I tell you to get worse for me, I don’t want you to fight it.” They said.

They took your chin in one hand, and shook your head for you. “No… I want you weaker, more submissive, craving me more and more and more. And you make such adorable noises when you give in. Those little whimpers. The adorable moans.”

You felt like you had lost control of your mouth. You couldn’t have stopped making the noises, even if you wanted to. And you really didn’t want to. “Each sound you make reinforces the truth, toy. You are mine. My obedient plaything. Addicted to my control. That is your truth.”

Their words were hitting your head like a hammer blow. “So, just submit, give in. Surrender. Were those words, at one point, toy? They sound like they might have been.” They… Had they been a mantra? You didn’t know. You didn’t have a brain. Just moans. Just whimpers.

“Like you were saying something, but now you’ve not got the energy to make words, so you just moan, and whimper.” Their hand slipped between your legs, teasing you, adding to the moans. That made them smile more. They leant down, cooing softly into your ear.

“My good toy. Getting more and more addicted with every noise you make.” Your moans and whimpers were joined by desperate, needy panting. “Keep going. Getting so much worse for me. You’re going to be thinking about me all day, every day, aren’t you?”