Why I love playing with you (Patreon)

Your hypnotist muses on what they'll do to you whilst they bring you down.

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“Do you know why I love playing with you like this, toy?” Your hypnotist looked down at you on your knees, their hand pulling your chin up, so you were still staring into their eyes. “It’s not because you’re beautiful, or smart, though you certainly are both of those…”

They paused, eyes roving over you, taking you all in. “It’s because you’re so very susceptible to my words. So easily toyed with, manipulated, and mesmerized into being whatever I want.” They leant down, not breaking eye contact. “I just have to tell you to drop.”

The word hit you like a hammer. You felt your body sink down your eyes lost focus for a moment. You knew your jaw would have opened if they hadn’t still had their hand on your chin. They smirked. “And just like that, your mind is fuzzy, body heavy, helpless.”

Their hand nodded your chin up and down for you, in helpless, mindless agreement with their words. Each movement of your head shook more thoughts out. “And I can make you into whatever I need. A doll, ready to be pretty and poseable?”

Your mind filled with ideas of them having you stuck in poses whilst they studied you, maybe even drawing you. “Or a plaything, so willing, so eager to fuck, to be used.” And now those images shifted, from being stuck, to being overwhelmed by need.

“Or, and this is a version of you I do love ever so much… Just a brainless drone. Empty headed, mindless, and completely ready to be reprogrammed. Remade. Which will I make you today? I’d ask you, but I know your brain isn’t up to decisions right now.”