Smile, pleasure (Patreon)

Your hypnotist shows you what you look like as you repeat your mantra, and feel its effects.

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Your hypnotist tugged on your leash, pulling you forward to the wall length mirror on the closet door. “Kneel.” They said, as you got into position. You sank to your knees, obedience flooding your body. “Do you know what comes next, toy?” they asked.

You looked up at them in the mirror, and they smirked. “Of course you don’t. Toys don’t think. Toys can’t think. Say it.”

“Toys don’t think. Toys can’t think.” You said. The words brought a smile to your lips. And as you smiled, you felt a rush of pleasure through your body.

The pleasure turned the smile into a gasp.

Your hypnotist laughed. “Good toy. Look at yourself in the mirror. I want you to see how good you look when you do what you’re told. What you’ve been programmed to do.” You met your gaze in the mirror. “Good. Now, say it again.”

“Toys don’t think. Toys can’t think.” The words came from your lips automatically. The smile followed, etched onto your face, a look of joy and happiness that extended to your eyes. That was immediately replaced by a soft gasp of pleasure that shot through you.

You blushed, but your mind was already beginning to feel foggy, making it hard to think. “Say it again, toy.”

“Toys don’t think. Toys can’t think.” Smile. Pleasure. The gasp this time was a moan. Your eyelids fluttered at the feeling, but didn’t close. It felt good to obey.

“Again. Keep watching yourself. See how good you look when you obey.” They had knelt down next to you, and were fixated on you, you could see it from your peripheral vision.

“Toys don’t think. Toys can’t think.” Smile. Pleasure. Stronger. It felt incredible.

“Keep repeating it, toy. Each repetition makes it more true. Makes the happiness and pleasure stronger. Toys don’t think. Toys can’t think. Smile. Pleasure. On loop, for me.” They stood once more.

You said the words. “Toys don’t think. Toys can’t think.” Smile. Pleasure.