“Do you know what I treasure the most about you, toy?” Your hypnotist’s words were soft. Melting your brain like butter in a warm pan. Your eyelids were already fluttering. “It’s how easy you are.” You blushed, still aware enough to register what they had said.

“Up, toy. Come back up. Pull your mind back into awareness.” You hypnotist’s words began to rouse you from the depths of trance. It was hard for your brain to produce thoughts. “I know, it’s difficult. I know you want to stay deep, and dropped, and mindless.”

Your hypnotist held their fingers up before your eyes, smirking, softly. “Here’s the funny thing about pleasure.” They snapped their fingers as they said the word. A wave of pleasure rushed through you as the trigger activated, it felt so good. “It’s a reinforcer.”

“Alright toy, I want you to try one more time. All you need to do is keep eye contact. You can do that, can’t you?” Your hypnotist was smirking, one hand covering the crystal pendant around their neck. “You just keep staring into my eyes, and you win!”

“Aaaand, freeze.” Your hypnotist snapped their fingers. You went still, for a moment, expecting your body to be locked in place, but… You were still able to move. You experimentally cocked your head. They just smirked at you. “Yes plaything?” They asked, reaching out towards you.

There were small speckles of a darker shade of brown in your hypnotist’s eyes. That’s what you noticed as you were staring. Their eyes had always been captivating, so very alluring. It was no wonder that you loved getting lost in them.

Awh, plaything, what's wrong? Are you feeling weak? Mindless? And there's no one around who can help you? Oh, sweetie. I can help you with that. I can put those feelings of weakness to use. Follow my words, and I'll show you exactly where being weak leads. Good toy.

CN: Degradation “Awh, plaything, you’re looking so weak like that…” Your hypnotist smirked down at you, their hand cupping your chin, pulling your gaze up. “What’s wrong? Is the arousal too much for you? Do you want to touch?” They laughed at you. “Well, too bad.”

Oh, plaything, what do you think is going to happen to you if you just give in? Do you think I'm going to brainwash you into being my good, obedient pet? Do you think I'm going to make you more and more addicted to my words? What do you want me to do to you, when you give in?

“Oh, sweetie, if you keep on looking at me like that, I’m going to have to do something about it…” Your hypnotist was smirking as they sauntered towards you, and you tried to hold your face in a neutral pose. It was difficult. They looked incredible.

You were trying to talk to your hypnotist, your hands stuck between your legs, edging your brain away. Finally, after you had been stumbling over your words for a few minutes, each edge making it harder to talk, they interrupted you. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Awh, plaything… How are you doing? Huh? Is your brain feeling kinda hazy?” It was. Your hypnotist laughed as you nodded, slowly. It was so hard to think. “Oh, I wonder why that is? Do I keep making your brain go pop with arousal?” They tapped your forehead as they said ‘pop’.

CW: degradation “You don’t get to think, silly.” Your hypnotist said, pushing your head back against the bed by a single finger to your forehead. “You’re just a dumb toy. You can barely think when you’re out of trance, never mind when you’re in trance.” They laughed.

Your body was being overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that your hypnotist was having you feel. Your hands were moving in a frenzy, stuck between your legs, right until your hypnotist snapped their fingers. “Freeze! Ahh, there you go. Can you feel that? The need? The desire?”

Your hypnotist’s voice was winding its way through your empty head. “I need you to understand, toy. You are a toy. You aren’t a person right now. No. You’re just a puppet.” Each word they said pulled you deeper, made their control more powerful. It felt incredible.

“Ah, lover, you’re going to need to hold still for this.” Your hypnotist said, casting an eye over you as they reached into their bag. “This -” They pulled their hand out, to reveal a knife, blade gleaming in the dim light. “is very sharp.” They came back closer to you, smiling.

“Focus, toy. Focus on me. Focus on the way my words make you feel.” Your hypnotist’s voice was wrapping so softly around your mind. “Every single syllable making more of your mind shut down, as your body relaxes for me. Doesn’t that feel nice? Doesn’t that feel so good?”

“Oh sweetie, how long has it been? You look so desperate!” Your hypnotist was laughing at you, teasing you. It had been so long since you had cum. “Come on, keep touching. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you get off…” They leant in, a smirk crossing their lips briefly.

“Awh, toy, you’re being so silly.” Your hypnotist said, smirking as you pouted up at them. “You don’t want to think, do you?” You opened your mouth to give a retort, but they placed a finger over your lips. “Shh…” And with that gesture, your thoughts collapsed.

The pleasure was reaching a new height, as your hands continued to move between your legs, moving to the tune of your hypnotist’s commands. “Don’t stop, toy. Let your hands guide you into bliss, feel my words pulling you further into trance.”

Your hypnotist crouched down to where you were knelt, on the floor, and cooed softly in your year. “Awh, look at you.” They said. You turned, slowly, to look at them, but they pressed a hand to your cheek, and pushed your gaze back to the glass surface in front of you.

The world narrowed to a single point. The tip of your hypnotist’s finger, underneath your chin. It was all that was holding you up. All that was keeping your mind from slipping into oblivion. “I know, sweetie. You want to drop for me.” They lowered the finger.

Arousal pulsed through you, heady, dense. It took over every thought in your mind. Your partner smirked as they looked up at you from between your legs. A moan of frustration slipped from your lips as they pulled back. They let out a throaty laugh. “Oh no, plaything.”

Awh, toy, I know. I know you want to drop. I know you want to submit. I know you want to surrender. But I have a question for you. One that I want the answer to. What are you willing to sacrifice? Your money? Your mind? Your free will? Choose carefully, toy.

“Human, really, are you going to deny me on this, the most important night of the year?” Sinder said, a pleading tone entering their voice. You turned to look at them. “I said I’d go to a party tonight. I don’t want to go back on that.” You said, turning back to the mirror.

You had been feeling… Fuzzy, all day. You had had the day off of work, and so had been on your computer for most of it. But you found yourself drifting off a couple of times, just staring at the screen, a bit brainless. You had chalked it up to a lack of sleep, and carried on.

Come here, plaything. Sit in my lap. Let me play with your hair. Brush those silly little thoughts out of your pretty mind. There we go. Just bask in my warmth. Let my control surround you. It feels so good, doesn't it? To sink. To drift. To drop. Good toy.

Your hypnotist smirked at you, watching your eyelids flutter. “Oh, plaything, I know… You want to drop for me, don’t you?” You really did. Everything felt so hazy, as their words infiltrated your mind. “You want to feel those fuzzy, floaty feelings coalesce into your blank mind.”

Your hand was moving of its own accord, trapped between your legs, with no intention to leave. Not that you would have wanted to pull it away. Your hypnotist was smirking. “It’s so easy to give in when it feels this good, isn’t it, pet?” They said, leaning over you on the bed.

“Oh, toy, I know that you want to obey.” Your hypnotist said, casting a glance down at you. “You want to be good, don’t you?” They pulled your chin upwards, so that your eyes met theirs. As you began to sink, they kept talking. “It’s just your brain that gets in the way of that.”

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social Your hypnotist was very close to you. They had pulled you into them, both of you sat out on the bed. You were facing away from them, as they leant their head on one of your shoulders, tracing a hand gently up your arm. “I want you to get comfortable, pet.”

Awh, my good, hypnotised pet. No, you don't get to come up on the bed. That's for people. And you're not a person... No. You're a pet. A plaything. A toy. So you stay down there, beneath me. And sink. Onto your knees. Into trance. Deeper. Good pet.

“Oh, my sweet, silly plaything.” Your hypnotist said, running a hand down your chest, listening to your moans as you continued to touch yourself. “You really should have paid closer attention. I told you that you weren’t going to be allowed to cum tonight…”

“Awh, toy… You look so… Desperate!” Your hypnotist cooed, sweetly, softly, as they looked you over with hungry eyes. “So needy. I could help you with that. Do you want me to help you with that?” They giggled at the helpless look you gave them.

Something was invading your mind. You could feel it, just like you could feel your partner’s touch as they urged you to resist. “You have to run, please. Go. You have to fight!” It was so hard, your thoughts felt like a jumbled mess. “You have to… You have to… Give in.”

Your hypnotist giggled as they looked down at you. “You look so good like this, toy. Desperate, needy, touching… We don’t talk about cumming enough, do we, toy?” They were talking over your moans, as your hands continued to touch, mindlessly, obediently.

Awh, plaything... You look so cute like this. Hanging on my every word. Eyes flickering. Body relaxed. Mind focused on the one thing that really matters. Me. So keep on focusing for me, plaything. Let me take over. Just give in, and let yourself feel good. Good toy.

I want you to feel good, plaything. I want you needy, and desperate. I want you begging for more pleasure. Because at that point, the question becomes... What will you offer for more? Your thoughts? Your mind? Your identity? Keep touching, edge more. Let's find out, toy.

“Do you know what I love about you toy?” Your hypnotist said, looking down at you with a smile. “My obedience? The way I look when I’m on my knees? My-” your words were cut off by them holding up a hand, silencing your thoughts.

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social Your partner smirked, standing over you, one hand caressing your cheek as they pulled your gaze up to theirs. “It’s so cute when you get bratty. But we both know who has the power here.” Your retort died on your lips as their eyes captured your thoughts.

Have I caught your eye, plaything? Is my cleavage capturing your attention? I know it is. Don’t you wish that were your hand, on my soft skin? Don’t you wish you could smell the perfume on my neck? All good things in time, honey. Come closer, and submit.

The pocket watch swung before your eyes, and you knew. You knew immediately what was coming. It wasn’t slow. As trance wrapped effortlessly around your mind, and your focus narrowed to the pocket watch, your hypnotist’s voice slipped into your ears.

There had been no context. Just a voice note that your hypnotist had sent you. Eventually, you pressed play, and their words enveloped you. “I want to feel you, toy.” There was a lust in their tone that you had only heard occasionally. It… Stirred something within you.

The pleasure vibrating through you became more intense as they counted upwards. “Five, six, seven… Feels so good, doesn’t it?” You nodded, the hypnotically induced bliss making it hard to speak. “Eight, nine, teee-one.” The pleasure faded, down to a faint hum.

My sweet puppet, That’s what you are. A puppet. My words are your strings. Pulling on you. Moving you. Making you act how I want. And it feels so good. To know I have this control. To know that I’m in control. So just give in. Feel my words. Surrender. Good puppet.

“Okay, toy. This is going to get intense.” Your hypnotist’s words were flowing easily into your hypnotised mind, replacing the empty space where your thoughts had been. “I’m going to tease you, and torment you, and you’re going to keep on sinking deeper into pleasure.”

“Honey, you’re going to have to be more sensible than this. It’s less fun when you want me to punish you.” Your hypnotist smirked at you. “And that means I’m less likely to do it.” They leant down towards you. “But when has that ever stopped us? Drop for me, toy.”

Plaything, focus. You’re going to be so very obedient for me. You’re going to listen. Succumb. And submit. And once you do, oh you’ll get to feel so much pleasure. So much bliss. Every bit of desire that trickles through your body will solidify. Under my control.

Your hypnotist slid their headphones over your ears, smiling. “Okay, toy. Close your eyes. This might get a little overwhelming, but I promise, you’re in for a great ride.” They said. Before your eyes closed, you saw them sit down at their computer, and open a window.

“All you need to do, toy, is stare.” Your hypnotist said, as they swayed before you, their bare body the only thing you could focus on. “Stare, and sink. Watch my body moving back, and forth, and back, and forth. And let your mind go blank. Your jaw can just hang open.”