Branded (Patreon)

Inspired by @Fiestry on twitter. This piece is about your hypnotist's voice being branded onto your mind.

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“Can you feel it, puppet?” You hypnotist leant down, so close to you, whispering in your ear as your eyes rolled back, body sagging into the chair. Mind gone. They took hold of your head. “The heat of my voice in your mind? At first it was a relaxing heat.”

You felt the warmth in your head, melting down your body, thoughts disappearing. “I’m being careful with my words here, toy. This isn’t a delicate procedure, where I implant my words in your head, to grow. No. Do you know what this is?”

You let out a soft moan of bliss as their voice coiled around your mind. “Of course you don’t. You don’t know anything right now. Well, I’ll tell you. Whilst you just listen to my voice and sink deeper, deeper down. Feel my voice get hotter. So much hotter.”

The coils of their words around your mind became flames of arousal, licking at you, spreading through your body. “I’m branding you, puppet. Leaving my permanent mark on your mind. Inextricably tying myself to your lust. Whenever you feel pleasure? Me.”

Your hips bucked as their words heated up, you could feel them, burning into your mind. Flaming coils of arousal that fed into your arousal, your lust. They laughed. “Whenever you get turned on, you think of me. Whenever you’re needy, you think of me.”

A whine left your lips this time as the sudden arousal bloomed within you. You ached to touch, to feel yourself, to feed the pleasure, but your body was limp, loose, out of your control. “And before long, that’ll affect you. Before long, it’ll be me, me, me. All the time.”

Your thoughts were churning in a sea of boiling arousal, enflamed by their voice, wrapped tight, burning around your mind. “You came to me for control. I’ll give you the control you so desperately desire, puppet. And so, so much more.”