Your mantra (Patreon)

Your hypnotist asks you to repeat your mantra, and then they help you remember it. They are helping. Aren't they?

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“How fucked are you right now toy? Keep saying your mantra for me.” Your hypnotist’s hand rested on your head, a reminder of their power.

“I am a good toy, I will obey.” You said, your mantra echoing in your brain. You heard them laugh.

“I am a good toy, I will obey. I am a good toy, I will obey.” Your mantra was the only thing left in your mind.

“Keep going. Keep saying exactly that, toy.” Your hypnotist said, before their voice changed, mirroring your tone. “I’m a good subby toy, I will obey.”

“I am a g-Good toy, I will obey.” Your mind stumbled over the words slightly as you spoke.

“Yeah you are.” They said. “I’m a subby little toy, who has no choice to obey. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” You could hear the excitement in their voice.

Your mind reeled, a moan escaping your lips as you kept on trying to say your mantra. “I-I am a good toy. I will- I will obey.” They didn’t interrupt you. “I am a good toy, I will obey.”

“Keep going, sweetie. I am a good toy, I will obey. That’s it. Right?”

Your mind wasn’t keeping up. You were feeling so foggy, so hazy. Your mouth was stalling. They laughed, and said “Or was it? Wasn’t it ‘I’m a good slut, I wanna fuck’? How about ‘I’m a dumb little gooner, I will touch.’ Can you tell? Do you know?”

Slowly, you spoke. “I… I am a… Good toy.” You heard your hypnotist’s breath catch in anticipation. “I will… Obey.”

Your hypnotist’s hand tightened for a moment, tangling in your hair. “Good toy. Keep repeating, and I’ll find other ways to mess with you.” They said.