I’ve always had this fantasy where a friend is over at mine, and I walk away to do something. Snooping around, she finds my personal journal with all of my triggers, my deepest fantasies, everything. Learning how much of a little slut I crave to be, and how easy it is to control me with just a few simple phrases. Instead of putting it back and forgetting what she saw…
She puts it in her bag for later.
After she leaves, I go to write about all of the dirty thoughts I had all day, and-
…it’s gone. I always put it here. I never move it, I always return it back to this spot.
I freak out a bit, but realize that I’m a little forgetful, so may have gotten sleepy and set it somewhere in my room and left it on accident. I take note of it, but since it’s just in my room, I decide to go to bed.
However, the next day, when I go over to my friend’s house, I immediately notice something’s off. She usually is doing something when I’m coming over, whether it’s drying her hair, playing something on the tv, eating, etc.
This time, she was sitting. Waiting.
She has the biggest smile, like she just opened up a package with that one thing she’s always wanted.
I set my stuff down, a bit confused. I start walking up, about to question why she-
My eyes flutter.
My knees are on the ground, I can’t speak, and my tongue has slid out of my mouth onto my lower lip.
I look around, I- when did I go to her bedroom?
Why can’t I-
I immediately look up towards my friend, all other thoughts gone before I could remember them. She’s giggling, circling around me slowly, looking at the mess she made of me.
“Aww~ this is so adorable!!”
She slowly grabs her bag on her nightstand, walking right up to me.
“Y’know, I never knew why you brought up hypnosis so much. It’s such a specific thing, and it was just so odd how often it came up with you.. but~”
She pulls my diary out of her bag, slowly turning through the pages.
“…you are such a little pervert, aren’t you princess?”
Even with no thoughts, I realized what I just said, and blush the brightest shade of red.
“Oh~ you really can’t control it, can you?”
She flips to a different page.
“I read through everything here. I couldn’t help myself, I mean, the way to you talk in here… it’s just so addictive!! I especially loved the 12 pages in the back mentioning everything you’d like for me to make you do… to make you feel “so, so good.””
“I mean you remember, I never believed hypnosis was real, y’know, but just looking at you…”
She lowers herself, lifting my chin up with her finger. My head glides up, meeting her gaze.
I feel like I want to fight, want to grab my diary and run, but I can barely string together a single thought. I can’t remember her name, she’s just Mommy. I can’t remember what I went here for. I can’t believe Mommy would steal my diary, and would talk to Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy like this, embarrassing Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy so so much.
Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy must leave.
Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy can’t leave.
Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy doesn’t understand.
Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy doesn’t need to understand.
Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy loves to obey mindlessly.
And before Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy knows it, Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy has her mouth in Mommy’s pussy.
…and she feels so, so good~
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