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"You only have to say it once. Say it once, and I'll let you go. You know the words, they're right there in the spiral waiting for you, and all you need to do is say them to me and freedom is yours. Or…."

Huh?

"That's a nice girl, you're already so lost and confused and horny, aren't you? I'll make you a deal, Kathy. Every time you repeat the words, I'll either turn up the vibe all the way and let you cum, or I'll untie you and turn off the spiral and let you go. You won't be able to have an orgasm until you come back here and let me brainwash you some more, but you'll be free. I really can't be any fairer than that."

Whuuhhh… uhhhh… huh? No, I… if I say, s-say the words, I….

"Yes. You know what happens when you say the words. But you only have to do it once. Twice, if you want a nice big climax before you go free. And who knows? Maybe with two or three really long, hard orgasms under your belt you'll be able to resist long enough for the post-hypnotic suggestions to wear off. Your luck has to change sometime, right?"

C-cum, I… um… I….

"Just start by saying the words, Kathy. I think we'll have an easier time after that."

I… I'm a weak and horny brainwashed slave….

"Good girl! And do you want to be free, or do you want to cum?"

…c-cum?

"Good girl! Again."

Nhhhh, hhnnnnhh, ff-fuck fffuck, fuck! I, I'm a weak and horny brainwashed slave.

"Good girl! Do you want to cum?"

Uh huh!

"Good girl! Again."

I'm a w-weak and horny brainwashed slave, I… I'm a weak and horny brainwashed slave, I'm a w-weak and… and horny….

Good.

There can't be anything wrong with something that makes you feel so incredibly good, after all. Right?

And, yes, of course you haven't been brainwashed. I have never brainwashed you. You know I could— and you actually want me to. I know that.

But, no, you've always loved hypnosis. You always feel warm and horny when you hear the word. It's happening right now, for example.

Right?

at first she left the meals and cutlery in the room then left you to eat. then she started staying to watch you eat. you didn't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'd get from it, but you need to eat. so you put up with it

then she started sitting closer and closer to you while you ate. then she started holding the plate in her lap while you ate from it. it all happened so slowly, so gradually, that you didn't even really notice how strange it was until she started petting your hair while you ate. you tried not to eat for a few days after that. but you need to eat. so you cave. and she keeps petting your hair

one day she ties your wrists behind your back before she brings your meal. when she comes in with the food, she sits in a chair directly in front of you. you think about how much you hate her. you think about how much you hate that you're so used to being close to her. she picks up some of the food and cups it in one palm. then she extends the hand towards you

you stare at the food in her hands. your mouth starts to water. you understand, somewhere deep in you, that if you do this, you will be crossing a line. something in you will snap in a way that can't be fixed. you hate her. you don't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'll get from it

All with the promise that the release will be worth it. Better than anything you've ever felt. Building and building. Even as I use your pretty holes as a cum dump relentlessly. Even as I make a Fleshlight out of your constantly dripping, denied fuckmeat. Even as I cum over and over while you can only edge. Leaving you to hump my thigh for any tiny semblance of relief after, only to fall asleep yet another night with a desperately throbbing cunt.

Time passes in a warm haze. You wake up wet most days, already rubbing your thighs together in your sleep. Living in a state of near constant arousal. In rut. In heat. That hot melty feeling between your legs grows addicting. You're sensitivity increases, as does your need. Both dialed up to eleven, making it harder to resist sliding your fingers into your soaked panties. To edge and edge and edge. Denial and desire on a constant spiralling loop in your head.

But it's all worth it in the end, isn't it?

Surely, I'll let you cum eventually, right?

Of course I will, dummy.

“Why should I?”

“I haven’t even started”

“Well, if you say so” then do something worse

“Maybe if you beg prettily enough”

“I stop when I’m done”

Choke me

“Toys don’t talk”

“If you still have the ability to talk, I haven’t done enough”

“Keep begging like that and I stop holding back”

Hit me

“You sound so cute when you cry”

“Please, you haven’t done nearly enough to deserve a break”

“The sooner you satisfy me, the sooner it stops. Get to work, darling.”

Shove something down my throat

“We both know it’s difficult for you to do so. We both know how much you want to slip, and slide into trance for me. But really. Try. Try harder to resist me.” They said. Your eyelids had already started fluttering, but you shook yourself, trying to push the foggy feelings away.

They smiled widely. “Good. That’s it. Put all your effort into resisting. Focus on not listening to my words. On not feeling heavy, and sleepy, and weak.” They leant over you in the chair, still smiling. You did as they asked, redoubling your efforts to not get lost in their words.

“Oh, and don’t get lost in my eyes. But do look me in the eyes, pet. It’s rude not to look at someone when they’re speaking to you.” You had looked away for just a second, but you were drawn back, instantly. Slightly confused. You had to look, but not get lost?

They reached down, one hand brushing your cheek. “That’s it. Good pet. Doing so well for me.” You started to sink into their touch, but then remembered you were trying to resist. “Awh, is it hard to remember to resist?” They asked. You met their gaze, feeling slightly stunned.

It was hard. They had so many hooks in your mind by this point that resisting took so much effort even think about. You felt exhausted already. You nodded at them, and they cooed softly. “That’s it. You’ve been doing so well, resisting for me.”

They put their hand behind your head, leaning closer. Their eyes were magnetic. “And in doing so, you haven’t been resisting at all, have you? You’ve been obeying me all along.” You blinked, confused. In that instant, they pulled you forwards, with no resistance. “Drop.”

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