Pets belong on their knees (Patreon)

Your hypnotist wants to reinforce a mantra. Make sure it's thoroughly engrained.

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“Some people say that you need to mean the mantra, not just say it.” Your hypnotist said, moving around you, checking that your restraints were secure. “But I have something to help with that.” Satisfied, they stood up, and lowered the visor towards your face.

You saw them flick down a mic on the headset they were wearing, and as they secured the visor over your face, you heard them directly in your ear. “I just need to pull you deep into trance. Deeper down the rabbit hole. And this can help me in that.”

The dark interior of the visor was pierced by sudden colour. Pictures flooded your vision, shot looking up at them, as they reached towards the camera. “Can you see it, pet? Sink deeper for me. Sink into bliss, into nothingness. Let your thoughts switch off.”

A tone had begun to slowly climb, behind their voice, and your vision was still being bombarded. You felt your body relax into the restraints as your eyes became unfocused, just letting the images come as you focussed on their voice. They laughed.

“So quick to respond. No willpower. So perfectly conditioned. This is what I have to help the mantras sink in. Just sink a little deeper, let your head become completely empty except for one thought. One single, solitary thought.” Your mind was blank.

“Pets belong on their knees. That’s the thought. That’s all you can think right now. Let it multiply. Let it fill up your head. Feel it growing stronger.”

Pets belong on their knees. It was a good thought to think.

Pets belong on their knees. The images kept on bombarding your vision.

Pets belong on their knees. The intention was clear.

Pets belong on their knees. You are their pet. You belong on your knees.

Pets belong on their knees.  It was the only thing. And it was getting louder.

You didn’t know when your lips opened. But the words began to fall from your mouth. “Pets belong on their knees.” Over and over again. “Pets belong on their knees.” Repeating. “Pets belong on their knees.” Making you believe. “Pets belong on their knees.”

And they let you keep repeating it, as they spun their voice into your mind, behind the mantra. Reinforcing it, echoing it. Some time later, as they slid the visor up, bringing you up out of trance. They undid the restraints, and you slid to your knees. You were a pet, after all.