Believe (Patreon)

The person you met at a bar tonight convinces you of their control over your body.

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You hadn’t believed in the power of their control at first. But, they were hot, and interested in you, and you could never resist a pretty face. At least, not one as gorgeous as theirs. And now, as their hands teased, and tormented you with pleasure, you weren’t so sure.

“Such a good plaything for me.” They said, hands eliciting a moan from your lips. “So deep in my control. And each bit of pleasure just pulls you deeper. Makes your mind foggier, isn’t that right?” You nodded, slowly, savouring each movement of their hands.

They laughed. “That’s a good puppet. Just keep sinking. Just keep dropping into pleasure. I know, you feel so good, and I know, you want to cum. But you can’t. Not right now. You need to obey me. Don’t you?” One of their hands grabbed your chin, nodding your head up and down.

Your eyes rolled back in your head. Your mind was so foggy, it was so hard to think. All you could do was feel their pleasure. And it felt incredible. So very good. “So just let go. You can cum when I say you can cum. Until then, let me just rewire your mind, my good toy.”

You were in no state to resist. The pleasure was fogging your mind, leaving you feel so hazy and agreeable. They leant down, planting a kiss on your lips, before continuing to tease. “I love toys like you. So easy to control. So willing. So eager. All mine.”