“Did I say you could stop?” Your hypnotist asked, as you sat, quivering, in post orgasm bliss. Your mind took a moment to catch up – they hadn’t told you to stop touching… So… Your body was reacting before you had finished processing the thought.

“Scrolling is better than sex.” That was what the ad had said. Maybe you shouldn’t have clicked that link. But you were horny, and needy, and so fucking desperate. You just wanted to feel good. You just wanted to find more porn to watch. So, you had clicked.

Your hands were stuck in a loop, between your legs, touching you, pulling you closer, and closer to the edge, then, right as you were about to cum, your brain would switch off. Then you’d come back up, and need to touch more. “Touch, drop, obey, toy.” Your hypnotist said.

You felt their teeth at your thigh, biting, sharp pressure, that pushed all the thoughts out of your head. And then they pulled back, leaving you feel drained, and kind of hazy. You felt them lean up, looking at you, and your hypnotist laughed. “That was just one, toy.”

Your hypnotist held back, their hand was raised, the slap that you wanted, that you craved, hovering, inches above your cheek. And nothing came. You let out a whimper, a moan. You wanted that slap, and the fact that you wanted to be hit filled you with a hot embarrassment.

You couldn’t move. The bindings had you held too tightly. You couldn’t see. The blackout lenses blocked all light. And then you had the words of your hypnotist being pumped into your ears, a short loop, focusing on making you more desperate, more aroused, more sensitive.

Your hypnotist looked up from their phone, where they had been looking at their calendar. “Awh, plaything, you look so desperate!” They said, reaching out, cupping your chin with their hand. “I know, you’ve been denied for so long, but hey… You’ve only got one day left!”

“Oops, got your thoughts!” Your hypnotist said, pulling their hand away from your forehead, holding it clasped shut. They giggled as you blinked up at them, mind suddenly foggy, and hazy. “You didn’t need them anyway. Let me just…” They cast their hand over their shoulder.

Something stirred within you. A desperate want. A need, and as your mind rocketed out of trance, your eyes fixed on the only thing before you. Them. Your hypnotist… You were on them in an instant. You saw a flash of their grin before your teeth were at their neck.

“Awh, toy, you look so cute like this…” Your hypnotist leant over you on the bed, one hand reaching up and tugging gently on your wrists, making sure they were fastened in place. “Stuck, helpless. And oh so eager.” Their hand came down, cupping your chin, holding your gaze on theirs.

You really should swing your sword. You should fight. You knew that. But… For some reason, you couldn’t find a reason to do it right now. The demon’s voice seemed to make that something to do later. “Oh, mortal. I know. You wouldn’t betray your friends. No…”

“Okay, toy. It’s a simple challenge. Here’s a puzzle.” Your hypnotist said, handing you a metallic object. You held it up, looking confused at them. “What am I…?” You asked, as you picked it up, examining it. It was four separate metal pieces, wound around each other, like a rope.

You met your partners eyes, challenging them. Hoping they would take the bait. They met your gaze with a stern expression. “Oh, toy… What am I going to do with you?” They said. “Look at you, challenging the power that you gave me. Is that sensible?”

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social “Awh, plaything, you can feel it, can’t you?” Your hypnotist leant over you on the bed, looking down at you as you mindlessly played with yourself. “With every movement of that hand, with every gasp, and moan, you’re feeding me.”

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social You were frozen. You had met your partner’s gaze, your legs were intertwined. And then you had felt two sharp pricks at the side of your neck. Their nails, though claws, or talons might be more appropriate for their sharpness. The sensation had you stuck.

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social Your eyes were fixed on your hypnotist’s ass, staring eagerly, drinking in the sight of it. You were moaning, your hand between your legs, as your hypnotist turned, looking at you, and laughed. “Now, toy, I know you love my ass.”

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“I… I’m just needy, dominant…” You whimpered. A part of you was afraid of how weak, how helpless you felt. A much larger part of you wanted more. It felt freeing. “Needy? You’re needy, are you?” Your hypnotist asked. “No… Not yet you aren’t.” They leant down, smiling.

“Open your mouth, toy.” Your hypnotist said, sweetly. Their voice was so hard to ignore. Of course you opened your mouth, letting them place the tablet on your tongue. It was sweet, just like their words. “Good, now, swallow.” You obeyed, blissfully blank as you did so.

“This is a good look for you, toy.” Your hypnotist said, walking around your prostrated form, as your body quivered, moans falling from your lips at the submissive pleasure that coursed through you. “On the floor… Helpless. Mindless. Lost in my control.”

“I told you to keep eye contact, toy.” Your hypnotist said, one hand cupping your chin, pulling your gaze up. “Stop looking down there, at the watch. Look up here.” The watch was constantly dragging your attention downwards. “I know, your eyes are heavy, and tired.”

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social! One-hundred. That had been your choice. The possibilities ran through your head. It could be spanks, or edges, or… You felt worried as you thought it: days of denial. Your hypnotist had left you with a couple of days to stew, before you found out.

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“Yeah, but if you think about it, you not giving me a thing that I want is a form of denial, and I love denial, so I win either way.” You said, laughing up at your hypnotist, who met your laughter with a cool, calm expression, and a single nod.

You looked up at your hypnotist, not particularly happy. “Awh, what’s wrong, toy?” They asked, crouching down, to get on your level, on the floor. “Is this demeaning? Being made to drink water from a bowl on the floor… Too bad.” They stood back up, pointing to the bowl.

It started as a tingling in your brain. A soft, fuzzy, hazy feeling, that spread through your mind, interrupting your thoughts, cutting them off, making them disjointed, and quiet. Once your brain had gone silent, your hypnotist was able to insert their words effortlessly.

“Braindead… Sexdumb.” Those two words, looping in your brain. Falling from your lips. Over and over again. “That’s it…” Your hypnotist said. “Sinking into your mantra, toy. Sinking into the repetition. Just letting yourself get lost in the sensations it creates.”

The headset was lowered over your face. “Okay, toy.” Your hypnotist said. “This should be a nice, pleasant, relaxing experience for you, taking about ten minutes. We’re going to secure you in the chair now. Don’t want you slipping out and injuring yourself, okay?”

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social! You couldn’t stop repeating the words. “I’m just a braindead toy.” They fell from your lips again. A part of you wanted to fight back. To resist the urge. But every time you go close to trying, those words would interrupt the thought.

“Gods, toy. You look so good like this.” Your hypnotist said, smirking down at you as you stared into the mirror, drooling slightly. “There’s no thoughts behind those eyes, are there? Just empty headed, blank, blissful oblivion.” You met your reflection’s gaze, and sank deeper.

“You’ll think about it?” Your partner asked, one eyebrow raising quizzically as they put their book down. “Oh, plaything, that’s so cute. You don’t think, remember?” As they reminded you of that fact, your brain fogged up. The retort you were going to give died on your tongue.

“Awh, toy, you look adorable like this!” Your hypnotist said, their feet appearing in your vision, on the floor before you. “Scrubbing, and scrubbing, and scrubbing that floor, just as your brainwashing scrubs your thoughts away…” They giggled at you.

Your mind was at war with itself. A lifetime of being good, trying to think non-lecherous thoughts was battling with your hypnotist’s urging to direct those thoughts at them. “Come on, sweetie. It’s not hurting anyone. I want you to be horny for me. Desperate.”

“Oh, honey, you talked such a big game, about resisting, about being able to put up a fight.” Your hypnotist paused, looking down at your blank, mindless expression. “But we both knew that you couldn’t.” They kissed your forehead, sending tingling pleasure down your spine.

It had started out slowly. That familiar hazy, foggy sinking feeling. And then, with a snap of their fingers, it was like shards of their control had crystallized in your mind. The slow, meandering thoughts you had been having were divided, cut off, and conquered.

“Awh, plaything, what’s wrong? You look sad. Are you not enjoying this?” Your hypnotist asked, looking down at you. Their tone was one of concern, but they look they gave you was not. They were grinning, eagerly. “I- I’m just- I’m desperate, dominant.” You said.

“Slow down, toy. Sink.” Your hypnotist said, staring into your eyes. You took a deep breath, and they smiled at you. “That’s it. You don’t need to think, when you’re with me.” They paused, thinking, contemplating you. “Wait. No. You don’t get to think, when you’re with me.”

“You’re going to tell me, toy.” Your hypnotist said, staring down at you. You shivered. Their gaze pulling you in like a spiral. Holding your attention so easily. So effortlessly. It would be so easy… You didn’t need to hold on to the codeword. Did you?

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social Your hypnotist held your gaze, giving you a knowing smile. “And… play, toy.” They said. And, instantly, like a film reel coming on in your mind, your brain was flooded with fantasies. Of you, and them. Them, towering over you.

“Awh, toy, what’s wrong?” Your hypnotist asked, in a tone of mock concern Did you look into my eyes? Have you lost control? Can you not pull your gaze away?” They laughed, the concern bleeding away from their voice. “I can hardly blame you, can I?”

With the collar secure, your hypnotist tugged downwards on the leash. You sank to your knees, staring up at them. “Okay, toy. You’re going to have to learn. Learn how to obey. Learn how to submit. Learn how to drop, and drift, and submit to me.”

Your hypnotist had asked about the porn you watched, and you, sheepishly, admitted that you had stopped. “I just… You’ve been making me really good.” You said, looking up at them, blushing. Not just the pleasure. The brainwashing, the obedience and submission. It feels so right.”

You let out a moan, though it was stifled, as the dildo filled your throat. As it entered deeper, your eyes rolled back as you felt the same pressure in your mind as in your mouth. Your hypnotist laughed. “That’s it. I can mindfuck you, as I throat fuck you.”

“But… But… Oh, Mortal. Just think about how many things I could do to you if you let me out of the circle.” The demon’s voice was laced with temptation, but there was a pout on their face, and just the tiniest hint of desperation to their tone. You laughed.

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social “Feel the lust, toy. Feel it growing inside you.” Your hypnotist said, gently brushing their hand down your cheek, as they leant over you on the bed. A flame that consumes all other parts of your mind. You want me. You need me.”

Inspired by @hypnanosis.bsky.social “Now, listen, my sweet, stupid, silly, brainwashed bimbo. It’s easy!” Your hypnotist said, leaning over you on the bed, as you giggled, and panted, your hands keeping you torturously on the edge. “I’ll let you cum. If you can stop giggling.”

“And up you come, toy!” Your partner said. Your eyes fluttered open, they were smiling down at you. “There you go. Mind back up, awareness returning.” Their hand cupped your chin. “Feeling so weak, so hazy, as you feel your brain being sucked away again instant-”

The spiral flickered before you, holding your attention, spinning your thoughts away. Right until your partner told you to “Drop.” Your eyelids closed, your body went limp in the chair. That captivating swirl of colours was stolen from you, and your mind went so blank.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Your mind was crumbling, dissolving, coming apart at the seams. Your legs were trembling as your hands continued to tease and torment you, drawing you inexorably closer to the precipice of blissful release. Until a single word hit your ears.

“Oh, lover, you look so good when you’re desperate.” Your hypnotist said, looking down at you as your eyes rolled, your tongue lolled from your mouth as you panted, hips thrusting, desperate for any sensation. “Yeah… No thoughts. Just arousal. Just desire.”