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Their words felt… Hollow. Like they didn’t expect them to come true. “You’re denied, remember?” They paused, before finally saying. “Oh, I need to get a drink. Come back up, up, up for me. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Do try to control yourself whilst I’m gone.”
You whimpered. Even in your hypnotised state, you knew this was going to be difficult. “I’m sure you can resist though, right? You’re so strong willed.” You didn’t feel it. You felt weak. You felt mindless, and brainless, and helpless. “You’ll be able to resist the urge.”
“When your hands begin to move of their own accord, you’re going to have to try to focus on not touching.” They paused, looking at you, down on your knees, thoughtfully. “Though… That might prove to be a bit difficult, as the only thing you’ll have to focus on is the arousal.”
“Because it’s going to get so difficult to remember, when your body and brain are melting into a puddle of arousal.” They said. Your arousal was already growing, flourishing, blooming in your melty mind. You could feel the urge to buck and grind your hips. You stifled a moan.
Your foggy, hazy mind was already picturing it, it would be so easy… They squeezed your chin, forcing your attention back to them. “But you’re denied. You’ll need to try to remember that.” They were still smirking, a knowing smile, a mischievous smile. You felt so weak.
“Every moment that passes will be another pop of arousal, bursting in your brain.” You gasped at that word, the way it made you feel, so turned on. “Making you want to give in. Making you want to slide your hands between your legs and feel so fucking good.”
You let out a whine of desperation, and they smirked. “But you’re going to really want to. You’re going to feel the urge growing as the seconds tick by.” You could already feel it. A soft tingling in your hands. A rush of desire, and need, growing within you.
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Your hypnotist pulled your chin upwards, making your heavy, sleepy eyes flutter open, though you were still deep in trance. “Now, toy, I want you to listen to me. You’re not allowed to touch yourself, okay? Not for the rest of the evening.” They said.
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After a few moments trying to think, you nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Oh, I guess I told a lie, I had been brainwashing you. Back when you needed brainwashing. Now I don’t need to. You already do whatever I tell you. Because you’re such a good plaything, aren’t you?”
They smiled, and you felt your brain grow fuzzier. Hazier. “You’re not brainwashed, toy. No. You’re far beyond that. You’re owned. You’re all mine.” A small flicker of that resistance sparked again. But it wasn’t enough, you sank back down. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
Your resistance had crumbled. You didn’t remember why you had been resisting your hypnotist. That was so silly. “You just surrender and accept my words.” Your head felt so heavy. Like their hands were the only thing holding you up. “Like you’re doing right now.”
You couldn’t get their voice out of your head. You couldn’t resist the feeling of bliss that was flowing through you. “So of course you give in. Of course, you accept my choices. Like what clothes to wear. When to work out. What to eat.” That made sense. Of course you accepted.
You blinked, trying to remember… you – this hadn’t always been like this – right? Your mind was crumbling. “You just like doing what I tell you. It feels nice, doesn’t it?” It… It did. Where had your righteous indignation gone? “It feels so wonderful to let me decide things for you.”
“Brainwashing? You think I’ve been brainwashing you?” Your partner asked, looking up at you as they set their cup of coffee down on the table. “Awh, that’s so silly.” They stood, and cupped your cheeks with their hands, softly. “No… I’ve not been brainwashing you.”
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You realised that they had continued to climb onto the bed, and were moving higher up. “I want you to focus on something else than your need. Your desire. You get to focus on me right now.” They pulled their underwear down, lazily flicking them across the room, and grinned.
They smirked as you looked up at them, mouthing silent pleas. They leant over you, one hand tracing down your bare chest. “You look so cute like this. Pent up, desperate, needy. As much as I love hearing you beg, I don’t need to hear it right now.”
“Awh, honey, stop whining. Your voice isn’t needed right now.” Your hypnotist said, pressing a finger to your lips. They giggled as your complaints died on your lips. “I know, I know it isn’t fair. I know, you want to cum. I know that. So you telling me won’t change anything.”
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Your eyes opened. You slipped from the chair you were sitting in, onto your knees. And as your body descended, so did your mind. Sinking into mindlessness. Sinking into empty headedness. Into obedience. You loved being their obedient plaything. You didn’t want anything else.
And then, on top of the looping, recorded, quieter patterns, your partner spoke, in real time. “Just keep sinking, honey. You’re so good for me. Such a good, blank, obedient object for me to fill up with my words. With my control. Present yourself to me.”
“You want to obey.” “You want to be a good plaything.” “Blank and empty.”
“You want to submit.” “You want to drop.” “You need to drop.”
“You need to obey.” “Obedience is pleasure.” “Why resist when you can be a toy?”
There was a humming, thrumming sensation in your mind. Your thoughts were being vibrated into oblivion by the tone that whispered through you. And as they were, your partner’s voice slipped into the empty space where your thoughts once were.
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They laughed again. “You’re such a good plaything for me, aren’t you?” They cupped your chin, nodding your head up and down in agreement. “Yes, yes you are. Blank, brainless. All mine, conditioned and brainwashed until I’m permanently running through that brain of yours.”
“I want your mind so thoroughly conditioned that all I have to do is start talking like this, and you start sinking, and slipping, and drifting, and dropping.” You were already at that stage. Your eyelids were fluttering. Your body sagging into the chair.
You nodded, dimly, as your brain slowed down, and they giggled. “Yeah? Good. That’s what I want. I want you needy. I want you desperate.” As they spoke, arousal began to flicker in your fading brain. A conditioned response. You couldn’t help it. You wanted it more, and more.
You had. They knew you had. They had given you several different short files to loop whilst away from them. And you had been listening to them a lot. They were nice to listen to. “Looping my words deeper into your mind until you’re an unresisting, desperate needy mess for me?”
