Pathetic (Patreon)

Your hypnotist explains what you are to them.

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“Awh, what a little loser you are for me.” Your hypnotist said as you knelt down before them. You met their gaze, trying not to look a little hurt. They put a hand to their mouth. “Hey, I don’t mean that in a rude way. I’m describing you. You keep losing parts of yourself to me.”

That made sense. They smiled to see the look in your eyes, reassured. And then that smile turned into a more wicked grin. “No, if I was going to be rude, I’d call you a pathetic little insect.” There it was. Those words span in your brain, making you feel so small.

They continued. “And sure, you are pathetic, and so very far beneath me that it would be fair for me to refer to you as insect.” They had leant down, and you could feel your blush starting to creep up your face, as you avoided their gaze, looking at the floor.

“But no. When I say loser, I mean that when I-” Two of their fingers slid under your chin, forcing your gaze up to mee theirs. “- look you in the eye, you just start to lose yourself. You are a loser, sweetie. Losing your mind. Losing your control. Your willpower.”

You could feel your mind beginning to melt, your thoughts slipping away into this wonderful sub space. “Just slipping away for me. That’s it. Sink. Just relax, I’ve got you. You don’t need to do anything but be your usual pathetic self, sinking into my bliss.”