Your hypnotist held your cheeks, cupped in their hands. Their words were pouring into your brain, making you feel so fuzzy. But you were clinging on, holding on to awareness, with all of your effort. “Just let go, just sink, toy. You don’t need to think, do you? No…”

Your eyes rolled back as the paddle hit your thigh. The pain radiating in a way that pushed your thoughts away. Your hypnotist laughed. “You look so good like that, toy. Fractionated by pain. Up.” Your eyelids fluttered open, as your mind tried to reassert itself.

“Awh, plaything, you look so weak like that. Your hypnotist was smirking down at you as you stared up at them, mind blank, ogling them, unable to look away. “Your jaw slack, your tongue hanging out. You’re practically drooling over me! And I can’t blame you.”

“Oh, plaything, feel it for me.” Your hypnotist’s words sounded so good “Feel how deep you’ve sunk, and feel how much deeper you can go. Let each and every one of my words be another weight, another chain, dragging, pulling, tugging you deeper and deeper and deeper.”

Your hypnotist’s hand was gripping your collar, pulling you close. You looked up at them, mind foggy, hazy, filled with blissful obedience. They were grinning down at you. It was a grin of malicious intent and evil delight. “Are you ready, toy?” They asked.

“Awh, loser, you look so good like this!” Your hypnotist’s hand slipped beneath your chin, to the thick chain collar around your neck. “So weak. So helpless! So pathetic.” They pulled downwards on the collar, which dragged you downwards, physically, and mentally.

With a worrying whirring sound, your augs went still, your body locked in place. You recognised the sensation. This was ‘safe mode’. A way for chrome docs to stop patients from moving whilst installing new pieces of hardware. But you weren’t in a doc’s surgery.

Something sweet dripped onto your tongue. It tasted good. You could feel your thoughts turning sticky as it slid down your throat. Another drop landed. The sweetness intensified in your brain, it was cloying, clumping your thoughts together. Making it hard to think.

Your hypnotist laughed at your defiance, eyebrows raised. “Oh, you’re in control right now?” They asked. “You’re just following along because you feel good?” They leant down, meeting your gaze, unwavering. “Then how about you try to stop that hand of yours from teasing yourself?”

You let your hypnotist wrap their arms around you, as your eyelids closed. It was nice to be so relaxed. “There we go, toy. Let all the stresses of the day flow away from you. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to speak. You can just relax, and slip deeper into trance.”

“Hey, touch yourself, toy.” Your hypnotist said, leaning down, so their eyes were on your level, a smirk crossing their face. You met their gaze, confused. “I – but… You said not-” You were trying to figure out what to do, as they pressed a finger to your lips.

The pleasure you were feeling was bubbling out of your mouth, moans falling from your lips. Your hypnotist leant over you, hands continuing to dance, and tease across your body. “Oh, I know, it feels good, doesn’t it? That’s it. Just keep getting lost in the pleasure.”

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social “Awh, you, think, toy? I don’t know about that.” Your hypnotist’s words cut through your mind like a knife, severing your current thought, sending it spinning away. “No… Instead of thinking, I know that you’re sinking.”

Inspired by @bimboxbunni.bsky.social You held up the rose before your partner’s face, letting them see all the details. “Okay, honey, keep your focus on the rose. Let it become a representation of your mind. Those petals are your thoughts. Understand?” You paused, taking hold of a petal.

Inspired by @bimboxbunni.bsky.social “Okay, try this one, toy.” Your hypnotist said, popping another of their chocolates in your mouth. As you bit into it, the strawberry filling coated your tastebuds, and you felt your fogged up brain flood with lust. They giggled, looking into your eyes.

Your hypnotist smirked as they held their hand up, in front of your face. You instantly focused on their fingers, as they began to dance before your eyes. “It’s effortless for me. You’re weak, plaything.” You tried to summon a counter argument, but every word had fled your mind.

You blinked, opening your eyes as the newcomer stood back up. “Now, toy, what do we say when someone does something nice for us?” Your hypnotist asked, running their hand down your buttocks, where the marks the stranger had left were still stinging.

Something slow, and insidious, was creeping through your mind. A thought. A concept, that was overwriting everything else. Piece by piece you were being erased. Replaced. Your likes. Your dislikes. Your favourite things. Your wants. Your personality.

“Awh, plaything, you really can’t blame me for breaking your brain when your brain is so easy to break!” Your hypnotist laughed as you looked up at them, submission aching through your brain, mixing with a burning humiliation. You didn’t mean to be this weak.

“I can’t think, my eyes are shut, I’m a dumb hypnoslut!” The words came easily to your mouth, spilling enthusiastically from your lips. You heard your hypnotist chuckle, brushing a hand down your cheek. “Yeah you are, toy. Again. Let those words really sink into that brain.”

You vision felt… Off. Every time you tried to look away, you felt your eyes being guided back to watch your hypnotist. Even when you weren’t trying to look. Sure, they were beautiful. And sure, they captured your attention a lot usually. But this was more than that.

Your hypnotist was laughing at you, so you, irritated, stuck out your tongue at them. As you tried to withdraw it, you found that you could not. You made a confused noise, as your hypnotist laughed harder. “Awh, toy, that’s so cute! I was wondering how long it would take.”

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social “You don’t need to worry about your hand, toy. Your hand is beyond your control. Your hand is doing whatever I want it to, which, right now, is making you feel good.” Your hypnotist smirked down at you, as they leant over, face close to yours.

“Eye contact, toy. It’s important.” Your hypnotist said, fingers tracing a path from your eyes to theirs. You were already staring. “Even if it makes you brain shut off. Even if it makes your mind go blank. You don’t want to be rude, do you?” You didn’t. That wouldn’t be nice.

Your hypnotist’s hand trailed down your bare chest, before coming to rest over your exposed sex. They were grinning down at you. “Awh, is this exciting you? The idea of me touching you? Mmm… No, pet.” They pulled their hand away. “You’re not ready for my hands, not yet.”

“Slow it down, toy. We shouldn’t rush into this. The slow erosion of your mind should be… Savoured.” Your hypnotist was smirking as they licked the lollipop. “Which is why, as you watch me lick, and lick, and lick your mind away, you are going to keep on watching.

“You’re addicted, aren’t you?” Your hypnotist said, smirking down at you as your hands moved between your legs. “Just a mindfucked, mush-brained puppet, addicted to my control.” You nodded, you wanted to agree. You had to agree. That just made them laugh.

“Bound, and helpless. That’s what you are.” Your hypnotist said, leaning over you, as you squirmed on the bed, unable to move. “But you’re even more helpless than those words would suggest, aren’t you, pet?” They were smirking, as you tried to separate your wrists or your ankles.

“Have we talked about how easy it is to drop you, toy?” Your hypnotist said, meeting your gaze with a playful look in their eyes. “I mean… You give in so easily. It’s all about sensation, I think.” “I’m… Not sure what you’re getting at.” You said, confused.

“How much can you take?” Your hypnotist said, leaning down before you, so there was nowhere to look but their eyes. Your dominant’s fingers brushed over your shoulders as they whispered in your ear. “Do you want to find out?”

Your hypnotist came closer to you, sitting next to you on the couch, leaning into you. “Now, toy, you’ve been so good lately. So obedient. I think I’m really getting inside that brain of yours.” Their fingers tapped up the side of your head, for emphasis.

“Oh, now I’m not sure pet, do you deserve to cum?” Your hypnotist smiled gently down at you, as you moaned up at them, mind lost in the throes of pleasure. They giggled. “I mean, you don’t get a say in it. Not that you can say much right now…”

You opened your eyes, unsure of where you were. Had you… Been asleep? This felt different to when you woke up. Someone was in a chair opposite yours, smiling at your widening, fear filled eyes. “Sweetie, don’t be afraid. It’s much too late for that. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Sometimes, I think you want me to break you.” Your hypnotist said, as your eyes rolled back in your head, your mind crumbling from their snap. “You claim that you want to put up a fight, but then I snap my fingers a single time and you’re blank, and brainless.”

“Oh, toy, you’re sure you want to stop? I’m sure one more shot couldn’t hurt…” Your hypnotist pressed the glass to your lips, and the vodka burned as it went down your throat. Your head was spinning. They laughed, looking down at you in the chair. “You look so fucked right now.”

“No, you’ve got to fight it!” You called to your partner, as they trembled, shuddered. They were being hoisted aloft by the cables wrapped around their limbs. A single optical cable slithered towards you, and that voice echoed from around the room.

Your hypnotist thrust their hips, grinding them on the air, and you… Let out a whimper, feeling sensations between your legs. Your hypnotist giggled. “Oh, yeah toy? Is that the conditioning working? Or is this a purposeful trigger I’ve put in your brain?”

You only existed to be between your hypnotist’s legs right now. Their sex was the only thing that existed. “Oh, plaything. You’re being so good for me. Could it be that you’ve finally learned your place? Mindless, and blank, between my legs?” Their words slipped into your brain.

“Oh, I know, each click feels so good. Each one makes it so hard to do anything but give in.” *Click* “That’s a good toy! So weak, so mindless. Responding so easily to the…” *Click* “Mhm, sink a little deeper toy. Letting each” *Click* “Wipe away more of that mind.”

Screens flickered to life. You had a single moment to decide on your course of action. You had seen your friend, staring, blank eyed at a screen like the one that had switched on in front of you. So you closed your eyes. You could see some faint, flickering light, behind your eyelids.

Your hypnotist smiled down at you, a look of delight on their face. “Awh, do you want to cum?” They asked, one hand brushing down your cheek, pulling your gaze up to them. “Yeah, you want to get off, don’t you? You’re desperate, and needy. Completely taken over by the pleasure.”

You tried to wriggle free of their grasp, but this… Person? Creature? They had you pinned. Held down. “Awh, now, mortal. Don’t struggle.” They said, flashing you a grin. “There’s nothing for you out there anymore. I’m all you need.” You opened your mouth to scream.

You almost ran. Powered on VR headsets in abandoned apartment complexes were… Not things you came across. But this intrigued you. What was it doing here? You couldn’t just leave – the weird shit was what urban exploring was about. You slipped it on.

“You’ll give in willingly, toy.” Your hypnotist said, smirking down at you. “You know how I know that?” They asked, meeting your gaze. You rolled your eyes as you responded. “I- Nope, I’m no-” “Because you won’t want to resist.” They said, cutting you off.

“Mmm, plaything.” Your partner said, walking in, looking stunning. Well, they always looked good. Tonight they looked, gorgeous. Their outfit suited them perfectly, they had put in so much effort, and it showed. “You’ve been very good. Sitting, waiting for me to be ready.” They said.

Something had changed, in your brain. Where before you felt like you were being dragged under, now you wanted to immerse yourself in their trance. There had been a slight hint of resistance. As if you wanted to see if you could still fight their words.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m not making things difficult, am I?” Your hypnotist laughed as you let out a few inarticulate noises. Your eyes were glued to their behind. “Are you struggling to focus on my words, when my ass is out?” You nodded, slowly. “Yeah? Oh, that’s okay.”

“Awh, toy. What gave you the idea that I’d let you touch yourself, huh?” Your hypnotist asked, looking down at you with a smirk, tutting. “You’ve been awfully bad recently. Defiant, even. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you dragging your heels?” They met your gaze.

Your hypnotist leant over you, sprawled on the bed, squirming and quivering as your hands obediently found their ways into places that felt good. “This pleasure is my gift to you, toy.” They said, running a hand down your bare chest. “A gift that I give freely.”

It wasn’t a conscious decision, not anymore. Their eyes would be in your field of view, and you would start staring. At which point, you couldn’t look away. It was like there was a piece of rope at the back of your skull. It was connected to their eyes, tethering you to them.