Held down (Patreon)

Your hypnotist shows you the joy of being pinned.

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Your head felt so fuzzy. Your hypnotist was laughing at you, and that felt so nice. You felt so silly. So hazy. “Such a good toy! So easy to control, aren’t you?” They were saying. Your brain didn’t have the capacity to think, not really. You nodded. Agreeing.

You were easy to control. “That’s it…” They stood, moving towards the bed, and leaning down over you. They looked so very pretty like this, in the dim light, eyes sparkling mischievously. “I wonder what I couldn’t get you to do when you’re like this…”

They grinned down at you as they straddled you. They took your wrists in one hand, pinning them to the bed, above your head “Go ahead, struggle, toy. I want to see if you can get out.” You pulled, squirming gently, but… It felt so nice to be straddled, to be held down.

“You don’t wanna escape, do you, silly little toy?” They had leant down closer to you now. Your body stilled. You shook your head. “And why would you? It does feel good to be held down, my weak little toy, doesn’t it?” You nodded. “Exactly. Just give in, toy.”