Good toy (Patreon)

Your hypnotist gave you a trigger that compunds. And it works really well.

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“I love what a good toy you are for me.” Your hypnotist said. Your brain fuzzed at those two words.

Good toy.

If the two of you weren’t alone, or if it wouldn’t be practical, they did nothing. But when you were alone, in this space… They did so much.

The first thing they did was cause your thoughts to begin to stumble. Something you could already feel, as you lost your train of thought, and met their eyes. They were smirking. “Yes, my good toy?” What’s wrong?” You blinked as the effects compounded.

Secondly, those two words left you feeling so suggestible. So ready to obey their words. You were their good toy. “Can’t you remember what you were going to say?” Your hypnotist asked, laughing softly. “It’s okay. My good toy doesn’t need to think, do they?”

Thirdly, the compounding effects would begin to take you into trance. You could feel it, even now. The way your inner monologue had gotten so quiet, just waiting for them to speak. They took hold of your chin. Their touch felt so good. You weren’t thinking anymore.

“That’s right, my good toy. Brain go bye bye. Say it.” They said.

“Bye bye brain…” You obeyed the command. Your voice, like your thoughts, was quiet.

They giggled. “You sound so cute like this, my good toy. Blank. Mindless. Empty of thought. Completely mine. Just my good toy.”