“Oh, plaything, what’s wrong, am I being mean? Do you want me to be nice to you?” Your hypnotist said, holding your chin up, so your sleepy, mindless gaze could meet theirs. “I keep on bringing you up when all you want to do is sleep, and drift, and drop for me.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Your partner said, holding up a hand. As they leant over you on the bed. “Stop moving, toy. I said stop moving.” You couldn’t help it, their hand between your legs felt too good. They sighed, and placed their other hand on your chest. “Freeze.”

“Awh, plaything… You wanted to get off? Too bad. I told you that you could have all the pleasure that you could handle. Not that you were going to get to cum.” Your hypnotist smirked down at you. “You can feel pleasure.” They snapped their fingers.

Awh, sweetie, shh. You don't need to think. Not when I'm here. I can think for you. So you can just switch off your mind, and touch. That's it. Touch, and rub. Play with yourself for me. Offer me your pleasure. Surrender it to me. Just like your mind. My good toy.

Your hypnotist slipped the dildo into your mouth, just the tip of it for now, but already you could feel the effect. The pressure of it in your mind. The way your thoughts began to stumble and jumble up. “How does it feel?” They asked, a teasing note to their voice.

AI is the asbestos we are shoveling into the walls of our society and our descendants will be digging it out for generations”

Let my words creep into your mind, pet. Let them smother your thoughts. Just shh. You don’t need to think right now, do you? No, no you don’t. So just shh. Just surrender. Give in to me, toy. I’ll make it all feel so good. So blissful. So pleasant. *mwah* Good toy.

I bet I can guess what's going on in that sweet little mind of yours. But first, I want you to do something for me. I want you to drop. I want you to drift. I want you to sink, and be my good little plaything. Head empty. Now... I know what's going on in your mind. Nothing.

“You think this is denial?” Your hypnotist asked, meeting your eyes. “This isn’t denial, my sweet toy. You will get your pleasure, your climax. Just… Later. This is delayed desire, understand?” You blinked at them, confusion crossing your foggy, hazy mind. You wanted to touch, to cum.

You felt so… Betrayed? That didn’t feel like the right word. There was a hint of desperation at the injustice. A moment of satisfaction as the timer counted down. You were nearly there. You cast your mind back to how this had started. You asking to be punished.

Each number was another layer of sensitivity, as your hypnotist continued to tease, and tantalise your body. It had started at five. What your hypnotist called your baseline. And they had just reached ten. Another wave of blissful arousal danced through you with the number.

“You’re being so silly, pet. I’m not accidently conditioning you, I’m intentionally conditioning you.” Your hypnotist said, snapping their fingers, causing your mind and body to quiver with pleasure. “I’m just dangling bait out here for you to take.” Another snap rang through the air.

“I’m not going to stop, honey.” Your hypnotist said, smirking mischievously as they met your gaze. “I want to keep pushing your buttons. Seeing how you react.” They giggled, planting a kiss on your cheek. “And you aren’t going to stop me. Not when it feels this good.”

No, plaything. You're not worthy. You're not worthy of seeing any of the parts of me that turn you on. Not when you're such a pathetic toy. But you won't complain, will you? You're my brainwashed pet, you'll take whatever I give you.

“You’ve done so well to resist so far, plaything.” Your hypnotist said, leaning over you as you sat in the chair, a hungry look in their eyes. “But I think it’s time I stopped playing nice. It’s time for me to focus on overpowering your weak little mind.” They came in closer to you.

Your hypnotist dragged your addled head down onto their thighs, with a laugh. “Come on sweetie, just relax. Just settle your heavy, fuzzy head in my lap. Doesn’t that feel nice? Relaxing? Feel that softness. Just let your mind melt into a puddle of warmth, and comfort.”

“You know, I could tell from across the room, that you were what I was looking for.” The cute stranger whispered, as you nuzzled into their neck, whimpering. “I knew that I could make you worse. Draw out your needs, your desires, and tie them to me.”

“Awh, does it hurt?” Your hypnotist asked, smiling sweetly down at you, their hand still between your legs, pushing you further into that aching, stinging pleasure. You had lost track of your orgasms at this point. They just kept on coming, ripping through you.

“Sensitize, plaything. See how much better it feels now?” Your hypnotist continued to hold the toy between your legs, the buzzing vibrations causing combined with the sensitivity sensations that you hadn’t known were possible. “And it can get better. Sensitize.”

Colours, plaything? No, I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe my pheremones are starting to affect you. You don't mind, do you? Take another sniff, deep in my armpit, that's it. Let your mind melt for me.

“And freeze, toy.” Your hypnotist said, snapping their fingers. The trigger hit you, and you felt your body lock in place, legs spread as you sat on the bed, back resting against the headboard. Your hypnotist smirked, and turned to their other sub, who raised a flogger.

All you need to do is focus, honey. Watch my body, watch my boobs go back and forth, back and forth. If you stare too long, you might find your mind bending to my will, as you fall for my charms. But you don't mind that, do you?

“You’re going to have to listen closely, plaything.” Your hypnotist said.” I’m only going to say this once, and then I expect you to follow quickly, and perfectly. Understood?” You nodded, and they smirked. They snapped their fingers, and said a word that you didn’t quite catch.

The colourful ball hung in the air, before you. A light in the darkness, capturing your attention. As you opened your mouth to speak, it began to move, shifting, first one way, then the other. A pendulum of colour in the void – although – that wasn’t really true, now that you looked properly.

“Okay, hon, still holding my hand, letting me guide your steps. Mind blank, and empty. Eyes open, but unseeing. It’s time for you to sit back down now.” Your partner began to steer you back to the seat you had begun the session in. As you got closer, you felt your mind clearing.

Your hypnotist was smiling, looking down at you. “Watch the wall, plaything. In a moment, there’s going to be a light that appears. And when you see that light, your brain’s going to switch back on.” They leant down, peering at you as you stared at the wall.

“There are so many metaphors I can use for you losing your brain, and your thoughts, plaything.” Your hypnotist said, leaning over you, sat in the comfortable chair. “I could talk about your mind, dripping out between your legs.” Their eyes flicked down your body.

“What were we talking about? I can’t remember.” You said. “Remember?” Your hypnotist laughed. “Of course you can’t remember. You don’t need your memories right now, I’m here. And so, you can just be a blank, mindless little plaything for me to toy with, can’t you?”

You pulled yourself to the feet, resisting the waves of power that the sorcerer was putting out. The rest of your party was on the floor, moaning, writhing. You brandished your sword, and stood resolutely before them. “I’ll defeat you, mage! I’m not afraid of you.”

“Focus, toy.” Your hypnotist said, their fingers moving slowly but firmly over your back. “Focus on how my fingers feel, moving, pressing, and rubbing over your skin.” Their thumb pressed a little more firmly, and you let out a soft groan of relief. It felt so good.

“Now, toy, you’ve disappointed me.” Your dominant said, brushing their fingers down your cheek. “So, this isn’t going to be violence, not today.” Their eyes were cold, almost brutal. You knew that what they had planned was going to hurt. “This is going to be discipline.”

As the device locked into place between your legs, your hypnotist stared up at you, eyes full of a wicked hunger. “There we go, my sweet little plaything. We’re so nearly ready. I’ve Just got to draw a few more pieces of the charm.” Their hand pulled back.

“And, ten. Up, sweetie. Out of trance for me.” Your partner was smiling at you, as they wiped away one of the tears still clinging to your cheek. That had been a very intense scene. A mixture of intelligence play, impact, and general hypnotic fuckery had you feeling delicate.

Your hypnotist leant towards you, and gently tapped a finger to your forehead. Instantly, trancey feelings began to tug at your mind. After a brief moment, they pulled their finger away, smiling at the blank look you gave them. “There we go, toy, proof that the trigger works.”

‘I must obey.’ The words rippled across your mind, like a disturbance in a still pool of water. ‘I must obey.’ They disrupted any other thought that tried to surface. ‘I must obey.’ Like a mask, containing your willpower underneath. ‘I must obey.’

Your hypnotist sprawled out on the bed before you, looking up at you with lust filled eyes and a smile creeping across their face. “How much do you want this, plaything?” They asked, grating their hips slowly. “How much to do you need me?” You opened your mouth to answer.

You let out a soft moan, hungry for pleasure, eager for more. Your hypnotist stopped, smiling, hand going still between your legs, and you squirmed, so desperate for them to keep touching. They let out a low, soft laugh. “I told you, plaything, keep still. I can make you, of course.”

“Awh, plaything, you just can’t help yourself, can you?” Your hypnotist said, a teasing smile playing across their lips. “You see my pretty face and your mind slips right back down into mindless, pleasurable obedience.” They leant down, so close to you.

“You’re really focusing on the wrong thing, plaything.” Your hypnotist said, their tone sounding almost musical. “You keep talking about how you’re going to resist my control. But it isn’t my control that’s going to take you under, silly.” They tapped you playfully on the nose.

Shh, mortal. Just focus on my body. Let yourself get lost in my tits. Imagine how soft they'd be, under your hands. Don't worry about anything else. You're perfectly safe. Just silence that quiet voice at the back of your mind. Good thrall.

“Come here, toy. Come here and sink into my control.” Your hypnotist said, pulling you close to them as they looked down into your eyes. “There’s nowhere else for you to be right now. Nothing for you to be doing.” They were leaning over you, sat in the chair.

Isn't there something about a bruise that just makes you want to get down on your knees and kiss it better? And whilst you're there, why not keep going? Get lost in the softness, you don't have anywhere else to be, do you?

No, thrall, you aren't worthy of eye contact. Or my tits. Get on your knees. Fall into my power. You belong beneath me. You belong under my power, desperate for my attention. And you're such a good plaything because of it.

The recruiter sat across the desk from you, peering over your resume. The silence dragged, or, you thought it was, until you noticed it. The movement on the desk. The soft clacking. The newton’s cradle moving, a ball at one end, then the other, going back and forth.

“There’s options here toy.” Your hypnotist said, grabbing their pocket watch from the table. “So many options. Do you want to stare at the pocket watch?” They pointed to it. “Or my necklace?” And then the crystal, hanging from their neck. “Or my eyes?” They pointed to their face.

The watch is going to start swinging, thrall. You can stare at it, or my eyes, or my boobs. But that repetitive motion is going to start to get inside your head, and pull you deeper. Until there's no thoughts left, only mindless obedience. But you want that, don't you?

“Pulse.” The word echoed through your brain. Tingles of pleasure ricocheted through your body. Your eyes closed, as if not being able to see your hypnotist would make the feelings less intense. That wasn’t how it worked, of course. But logic wasn’t a part of your mind right now.

You lay back on the bed, sighing. Your resistance was going well. “Just – just give me a moment to-” Your partner interrupted you by straddling you. “Give you a moment to what, take a break? Put those struggling thoughts back together?” They smirked.”

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Your partner’s hand landed on your backside with a ‘thwack’, causing you to grunt in pain, and pleasure, mixing together. Your mind felt so foggy, and as they brought their hand down again, that fog grew thicker. “That’s a good toy. So easy to sink into blankness for me.”