A slut for fractionation (Patreon)

You'll admit you're a slut for fractionation. Your hypnotist thinks that there's more that you'll be a slut for. You can't remember what else they say.

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“I’m a slut for fractionation.” You said. Your hypnotist looked at you.

“Oh yeah?” They said, eyes wandering downwards, trailing over your body. Their gaze reminded you of last night. The wonderful things you had done. “I think you’re a slut for more than fractionation, right?”

You blushed, opening your mouth to speak. But words didn’t come out. You felt a hole, gaping, empty, in your mind. And suddenly your thoughts were crashing through, mind faltering, fading away so quickly. You closed your eyes, giving into the familiar feeling.

And then you opened your eyes. “I’m a slut for fractionation.” You said.

Your hypnotist walked around you, taking in your bare chest, marked by their ministrations from last night. “Oh, I think you’re a slut for more than fractionation, don’t you?”

You paused, loving their attention. Your mind felt slightly hazy. And that feeling was increasing. Going from hazy to feeling blank, mindless. Thoughts fading, eyes closing. Disappearing into trance so quickly, helplessly, effortlessly. You were gone.

Until you returned. “I…I’m a sl-slut for fract-fract- up and down.” You said. Words were difficult.

Your hypnotist ran a hand over your bare ass, up your back. Their touch felt so good. “You’re a slut for so much more than fractionation toy. You know that.”

You couldn’t resist the intense gravitational pull of trance on your mind. How it tore your thoughts away from you, as hazy as they already were. Your body felt so heavy as your hypnotist wrapped their arms around you, and you sank into nothingness.

This time, as your eyes opened, your mind was so hazy that you could barely think at all. “I… I’m… A s- a slut for…” Your voice trailed off. Words were too hard. Thinking was too hard. The bed was soft. Just like your mind. And body. It was easier to sink back down.