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Cunningham

Hypnosis By Cunningham

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You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. That would require thinking. All you knew is that you would obey. They placed the tip of the dildo against your lower lips, and held it there. “In a moment, you’re going to start sucking this, toy. And it’s going to break your brain.”

They pushed it further into your mouth, so it was on your tongue. The silicon tasted like mindlessness. “With every thrust down your throat, with every lick, and suck, you’re going to sink deeper. And every time it pulls back, you’ll come up a bit.”

The dildo pressed further in, and as it did, you felt your thoughts dissolve into nothingness. Your hypnotist laughed as your eyes rolled upwards. It felt like the dildo was fucking your brain, not just your mouth. “And back out.” They slid it backwards.

And in the vacuum left by that pressure, your thoughts began to flow. Though they weren’t moving as quick as if you were fully awake. The dildo was still in your mouth, there was still some pressure, some mindlessness. You were still their good, obedient plaything.

Your hypnotist knelt, looking you in the eye, over the dildo. “Okay toy, suck.” Your lips formed a seal, and eagerly, hungrily, you began to suck, and lick, pulling the dildo into, and out of your mouth. And you felt your brain breaking. It felt good to be fractionated this way.

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They cupped your chin with a hand, lifting your head higher. “I know, I know, you’ve always prided yourself on being an independent, strong-willed person.” They crouched, getting on your eye level, their hand still on your chin. “It’s why I’ve been doing this.”

That hand slipped down to your neck. Your mind rushed at the thought of what came next, but they didn’t squeeze. “Breaking you. Reshaping you. Turning you into my weak, slutty, brainwashed plaything. And the fact that you’ve been forgetting every time is just perfection.”

Forgetting? You didn’t remember forgetting. But… That was hard to think about. Thinking was hard. “Of course you’ve been forgetting. You don’t need to remember, do you toy? No. You remember what I tell you to remember. You forget what I tell you to forget.”

They finally squeezed. Not hard. But enough to make you moan. “And now you’re mine. My plaything. My toy. To the outside world, nothing will look any different. But we’ll both know the truth. How much you crave to sink into my control, to submit to my power.”

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Edging and denial lift inhibitions. During the edging and denial period, you become more needy, slutty, and forward to look after more kinky content. Regular content you enjoy on a regular basis becomes a bit more boring, and you search for diversity and new experiences. Even in your sexual practices and partners. And sure, after cumming, you reach a state of clarity for at least some hours and stop being so disinhibited. But you feel it, somewhere inside you, there’s a new shard of sluttiness. Something has changed; you’re a bit less pure. Some kinks you didn’t search for in the past, some practices you hadn’t became definitively enjoyable and interesting.

Every edging period changes you a little bit more.

It was a bit surprising and worrying at first. But now, you love it, and you wait to see what will be next. And it’s all part of the corruption process.

It always made a very particular sound when Scarlett's vibrator found a signal connecting to it on the Bluetooth network; it was a sort of loud, humming rattle that always made her glance over at the toy sitting on her desk next to the computer to see what the noise was. And when she saw the hot pink toy with the long tail that picked up wi-fi signals from a controller that could literally be anywhere in the country, Scarlett's eyes always glazed over and her lips parted as it finally sank in just how odd it was to have a masturbation aid nearby at all times. Especially one that could be operated by someone else. By… by remote… control….

That was usually her last effort at coherent thought for a while, as the trigger inside her mind made her blurt out her corresponding mantra out loud. "I'm a remote controlled fucktoy," she babbled, the words coming out a tiny bit slurred and sloppy because Scarlett was already having trouble reeling her tongue back into her mouth, and she found herself clicking through to a very particular website and changing her status to 'This Slut Is Online' before turning on her webcam and pushing the vibrator into her suddenly slick cunt. Scarlett didn't remember visiting this site, at least not consciously, but she also didn't remember stripping naked every time she sat down at her computer to do a bit of writing and she put her lack of productivity on her latest fanfic down to general distraction. Scarlett was very good at forgetting what she needed to forget.

She was also very good at remembering what she needed to remember, and what Scarlett needed to remember right now was that her fans loved to see her pretty face and her pretty pussy while she was playing with herself. She stood up and pushed the computer chair aside, backing up so she could sit on the bed with her legs spread and her face now fully settled into an expression of ahegao bliss, and she knew instantly that she was making someone happy by the way the toy began to pulse and buzz in a pattern she recognized very well. She associated it with deeper trance and mindless obedience, and her waking self would have been astonished to know that she had so many triggers specific to the particular rhythms of her vibrator but then again her waking self was the one who couldn't resist visiting this site in the first place.

It only took a matter of minutes before Scarlett's brain was fully empty, her cross-eyed stare lost in the spiral as words appeared and disappeared to be accepted without question by her dazed and foggy mind. Every command and every mantra was paid for by her fans, who tipped to activate the toy and tipped to choose the pattern and tipped to select the specific commands that conditioned her ever deeper into vapid submission, and all that money went into an account that Scarlett didn't remember opening and that paid for her rent and utilities. Scarlett never gave the slightest bit of concern to those mundane details of her existence, but she did know she had a lot of free time to write fanfic these days and she enjoyed that aspect of her existence.

She enjoyed fucking herself stupid and drooling all over her tits, too, but those memories always faded into a warm glow of absent-minded pleasure once the toy went silent and she cleaned herself up. Scarlett didn't need to know what she did to pay her bills… but she did need to wash off the toy, make sure it was fully charged, and put it back where she found it for the next time someone needed to take remote control of her brain.

My hypnotist caught my gaze and smiled, and I grinned blearily back, unable to resist the spark of happiness I felt at pleasing him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, gently stroking my face.

Good, I wanted to say. Really, really good.

But it was like my mouth wasn't connected to my body. "Cock." I said, then frowned in confusion. I tried again. "Cock. Cock. Cock!"

My hypnotist grinned even as my body betrayed me. "Oh dear," he said in false concern, even as his eyes took on a puckish twinkle. "It seems as though you only have one thing on your mind."

I shook my head emphatically, but it was no use, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, my lips could only form one work. "Cock." I protested.

"You aren't only thinking of cock?" He asked, delighting in his own performed confusion.

I nodded. "Cock."

He raised a brow. "So you are only thinking about cock?"

I huffed in frustration as he laughed at my predicament, and crossed my arms over my naked breasts (when had I taken my clothes off? The thought floats out of my head almost as soon as it arrives. It doesn't matter anyway.).

I shook my head again and glared at him. My hypnotist's expression become contemplative, and goosebumps suddenly pebbled my skin under his scrutiny.

"Actually," he said, voice taking on that deep, lulling tone that had taken me under hundreds of times. "The more you say the word 'cock' the less you'll be able to think of anything else until 'cock' is the only thing left in your empty little brain." My mouth fell open a little as my mind was caught in the undertow of his words. "Now, my silly little bimbo, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Cock," I replied, unthinkingly, then snapped my mouth shut when I realized my mistake. The damage had already been done. As soon as the word left my mouth, my mind felt a little tingly, my thoughts came a little slower, and my mouth watered as a brief image of getting on my knees and sucking Master's cock played behind my eyes. Oh god. That sounded so nice. So fun. So hot. My eyes fluttered.

"Good girl," he said with a grin. "But I can see you still thinking. Why don't I take care of that, hmm?" He cupped my face, turning my gaze up to meet his. "What does my good girl want to think about?"

I tried to hold back, to stop myself, but all of a sudden his thumb was gliding over my lips, parting them, and it was like once my mouth was open I couldn't help but speak. "Cock."

The effect was even more powerful the second time. A sweet, pink cotton candy cloud was creeping into my brain and I could practically feel my thoughts being overtaken, one by one. It felt so good. For a moment I couldn't remember why I was even fighting this. My gaze went a little hazy as I stared up into his eyes, and a leaned into his touch. I wanted to please him. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it. I needed it so badly.

I didn't even realize my mouth had fallen even further open, until he put his thumb against my tongue and I instinctively sealed my lips around it, sucking it gently.

Master frowned in mock concern as he took his finger back and watched as I moved to chase it. "Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have anything else you want to think about? No smart girl thoughts you want to share with me?"

I blinked, a little confused as my fuzzy brain tied to catch up. "Cock?"

My expression smoothed out as the pink cloud took more of my mind. I couldn't remember why I was confused earlier. I couldn't remember why I was fighting this. It was hard to think bad thoughts when my head felt this nice and empty. I giggled.

"Cock," I said again because it felt soooo good to say. I was so silly. Cock was the best word there was. I didn't need any other words. This one let me ask for the one thing I really wanted. "Cock, cock, cock."

Master put my hands on my tits and it turned out, cock was even more fun to say while I bounced them. "Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!"

Master laughed, and that made me feel so good that I giggled too. "That's it, princess, no more thoughts. You're a simple, little toy. You have simple, little thoughts."

I nodded in vapid agreement, as he guided me gently to my knees. When he brought his cock out, my entire world narrowed until all I saw, all I cared about, all I wanted was his cock. I stuck out my tongue and leaned foward, eyes wide and pleading.

"Hkock?" I asked, nearly choking on the word with my tongue out and drooling. I rested my head on his thigh and looked up at him with all the adoration and desperation I felt. "Hkock?"

Click.

One click means posture, you thought to yourself.

The thought materialized before you had a chance to fight it. Your body’s reaction was even more immediate, conditioned into you after weeks, months (…how long had it been?) of training.

You lifted your head, straightened your back, and even had the good sense to make sure you were on your knees just in case. Thank goodness you were. You remembered what happened last time you thought you were, but had sat down normally instead, not thinking anything of it. Of course you weren’t thinking… but that was a lesson you only needed to learn once. So, even through hazy thoughts, you always made sure to –

Click. Click.

Two clicks means “good toy.”

You weren’t sure which registered first, the command or the pleasure response. You remembered how flustered you felt when you first began clicker training – you’d always wait for a second click, and you’d always hope it stopped at two. It embarrassed you at first, but you’ve since left that silly thought behind.

You still craved those words, of course – well, you couldn’t really call them words, even though you had been trained to hear that low, soft, coaxing “good toy,” one word per click. But now, you just responded. Obedience came first, thought came later, if at all. That was what you had been told. That was how you had been trained.

Click. Click. Click.

Three clicks means… what did three clicks mean again?

Harder to think. Harder to remember. Mind so hazy, so fuzzy… Not such a bad thing. Especially when… A hand on your cheek, soft and gentle. Eyes that hold your gaze in place. So hard to focus… So easy to focus on them. Focus on them…

Thoughts fading…

Click.

Mind slipping…

Click.

And the moment before the inevitable third sound, knowing you’d obey the instant you heard it, you heard that soft, soothing voice say:

“Three clicks means drop, pet.”