HypnoPum

“Awh, honey, it’s okay.” Your hypnotist said, softly, pulling you closer to them by the chin, as your mind was somewhere past the point of awareness for anything but them, and their words. “I know, I know, you think you’re winning right now.”

That… That was right, wasn’t it? “That you think that the goal was to get you to drop three times. I know, you’ve only dropped once for me. But… You’re so very deep.” Their words were like sledgehammers, knocking you deeper. “So very mindless.”

Their voice was so close to you. Their breath on your ear filled you with desire. “So very agreeable. It feels good to agree, doesn’t it? That’s it. Nod your head, yes!” You began to nod, obediently. Eagerly. It did feel so good to give in and accept their words.

“Yeah, you don’t mind if I move the goalposts of our game, do you?” You didn’t. You just wanted to keep sinking. To keep drifting. It felt so good. “No, just keep nodding, just keep agreeing. I only needed to drop you once to win, isn’t that right, toy?”

You kept nodding, kept agreeing, they were right. They were always right. “Yes, good plaything. So eager to obey. So eager to submit. Even if it means losing. Because it feels good to lose for me, doesn’t it, toy?” More nodding, agreeing. “Yeah, you’re such a good loser for me.”

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“I’m a good toy.” Your voice was monotonous, your mind was blank.

“I don’t think.” They said, pressing a little harder. The finger felt like it was squeezing your mind completely empty.

“I… I don’t think.” You said, it was so easy to repeat their words. So hard to think.

“I just sink.” They finished, pulling their finger back.

“I just sink…” As you said the words, that constriction on your mind was released. But the only thoughts that were left were the three you had just had given to you. “Keep repeating toy.” Your hypnotist said, a smug smile crossing their face.

“I’m a good toy.” You said, the words slipping from your lips without conscious thought. “I don’t think.” They were the truth. “I just sink.” And they became truer with every repetition. “I’m a good toy. I don’t think. I just sink.” Over, and over, and over again.

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“Oh, you paused for a second there… Did it work, toy?” Your partner asked, tone full of lust.

“Di- did what work?” You asked back, slightly breathless.

“Do you remember how you got between my legs?” Their hand twisted slightly in your hair as they asked the question.

You let out a moan at the sensation. “Nnnn- N- No, dominant.” You said. They let go of your hair, laughing, and snapped their fingers.

They were on top of you, pinning you down to the bed, looking at you with mischief in their eyes. You felt disoriented. How had you gotten here?

As your eyes readjusted, they leant down, trailing kisses down your neck and chest. Their teeth grazed your skin slightly, and you felt so fucking good. Any confusion cleared. It didn’t matter how you had gotten there. You were where you were meant to be.

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They stuck their butt out towards you. It was close now. But the chains kept you from reaching them. Even with your brain fully focussed on it. “Even when you’re unable to actually reach what you want.” They wiggled their butt back and forth, which only made you want it more.

“That single minded determination to kiss my ass is rather cute, honestly, even if I did put it there.” They said, straightening back up. That made you whine in desperation. You had been inches away. “Not that you can actually get what you want out of it.”

They laughed at that, looking back at you, seeing the desire etched into your face. “No… I see you trying though. So, keep trying. Keep pushing. Maybe you’ll break the chains. Maybe you’ll be able to slip out of them.” You pulled on them, willing them, begging them to give.

But they were solid metal, and you couldn’t get them to slip at all. “Oh, your poor hypnotised mind.” They said, laughing at you again. “You don’t even realise, do you? The more you obsess over my ass, the more you’ll want to kiss it.” They shoved their ass out again.

It was so close. Centimetres. You just needed to… Your lips puckered, reaching, needing. “The more you want to kiss it, the harder you struggle to be free. But the chains are like my control, toy. You’ll never be free toy. Not until I want you to be.”

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“No, exactly…” Oh, look at you! You are just so cute.” They squeezed you into them. They were so comfortable to lean into. You didn’t need  to do anything but stare at their fingers, moving, dancing.  “But, yeah, just sink, just drift, just fall into me.”

The relaxation made it so easy to just lean into them. “That’s it. All blank. All mindless. All head empty.” Your brain was so fuzzy. So hazy. “And you love it, don’t you?” You nodded again, and they laughed, gently. “That’s it. Just keep following my fingers.”

Their hand moved up, and you lifted your head, following. “Keep watching. Let your body relax. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. You aren’t going anywhere.” That felt so nice to hear. You were safe. You were secure. You were theirs. “You just get to relax and slip for me.”

Slipping into trance was so easy. “Doesn’t it feel good?” Their fingers moved up and down, your head followed, nodding. “Yeah. So comfortable. So relaxing. Let your brain switch off, good toy. Let me weave my words into your mind. Rewiring your brain. Good toy.”

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Your hypnotist laughed down at you as your eyelids fluttered. You were trying to muster your thoughts. Trying to not let yourself just slip into trance for them. “Awh, plaything, look at you, trying to hold on to your conscious thoughts… Shh.”

They pressed a finger to your lips. That, combined with them shushing you, made your thoughts falter. “I know, I know, you could be resisting right now. But, like, why would you want to? When it feels so nice to sink, and be blank, and brainless?”

That made sense. Why were you trying to resist? That was silly. “You could always resist later, toy. You will resist later. I’m sure of it.” Their words sounded so comforting. Like a cozy blanket, covering your brain. What had you been trying to think about?

“And because you’re going to resist later, you don’t need to resist my power now. No. You can let your brain switch off for me.” Your thoughts accepted their words, and ceased operation. Your body went limp, your eyes closed, as you sank into the surface beneath you.

They laughed. “Good toy. See, doesn’t that feel better? Not having to think?” It felt so much better. Thinking had been so much effort. “You’re so lucky, just getting to sink for me. Yeah. You’ll get to resist later, toy. When you’re good and ready.” They paused.

You felt their hand cup your cheek, and knew that they were looking down at you. “Only… Later never seems to turn into now, does it? It’s so much effort to resist. Too much effort. Shh.” Their finger was against your lips again, quieting your mind. “That’s a good toy.”

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And that voice, now you had heard it, was pulsing in your brain. The way it had said ‘lover’, the softness, the sweetness… It was pure desire. Clouding your mind. Clouding your judgement. You wanted to be in that booth, with whoever that voice belonged to.

“That’s it, sweetness. Closer to me. Closer to your destiny. Closer to obedience…” Each footstep made your heart beat faster. You… How could you resist this? How could you deny it? You wanted it. You needed it. Everything in your brain was crying out for it. For them.

The booth was before you now. A curtain hung before you. The only obstacle. A tiny part of you felt nervous, but the rest of you was… Ready. Eager. You didn’t even know what for. You only knew that you had been chosen, and you were not ready to deny them, or yourself.

As you reached out your hand to move the curtain, that same gloved hand from before reached out from behind the curtain, and pulled you effortlessly forwards. You stumbled through the curtain, falling, tumbling, and landed in soft darkness. “Welcome, lover.”

There was that word again, reverberating through you. The voice seemed to be all around you now. The softness was so nice, so draining. That small part of you that had been nervous was asking questions, but they were being smothered before they could truly form.

You felt like your entire body and brain were being massaged, as the softness surrounded you. Your mind was switching off, as the voice continued to speak, in words you did not know. But they sounded good. They sounded right. You wanted to let them sink into you.

Time had no meaning. So, when you slipped back out of the booth, it might have been a minute, it might have been an hour. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was the passenger in your mind. The one you were now aware of. You had to please. You had to serve.

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It was so easy to relax into them. “You don’t need to think right now.” They were right. “No. Just sink for me. Just sink into me. There we go. Let your body relax.” You felt your limbs grow heavy, as they pulled you closer, laying down on the bed. “Let your brain shut down.”

You had no resistance at this point, you were just sinking, and drifting, and dropping deeper for them. “You’re such a good toy for me, aren’t you? Yeah… My good toy.” They said, as you nodded your head into their shoulder. “My obedient plaything.”

It felt so good to be so close to them. “Always so eager to give in for me. To let my words wrap effortlessly around your mind, and pull you deep, deep into trance.” You felt that tug at your brain. “Because it feels so nice! Why wouldn’t you break your brain like this?”

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Their laughter made everything feel so hazy. Like your thoughts were treacle. You didn’t want to think. You couldn’t think. “All that IQ, all those thoughts, and ideas, drained down between your legs. Keep touching yourself for me.” Like you could stop, even if you wanted to.

They leant down, closer to you. Their scent filled your nostrils, making your brain even foggier. “Touch yourself stupid. That’s a good toy. I want you braindead. Hey, what’s two plus two?”

Your brain was stalling. There was an answer there but… “F-f-”

The word wouldn’t leave your lips. Your hypnotist laughed again. “Oh, f-f-” They were mocking you, and it just turned you on more. “Come on toy, you can answer that. Surely you haven’t got that stupid, have you?”

“Fuck…” You finally said. Was that the answer? You didn’t know.

They were laughing harder now. “Awh, I guess you have got that stupid.” Their hand moved to your head, tousling your hair, as they stood back up. “Well, let’s see what else you’ve forgotten. Where do you live?”

There was only one word in your brain. “Fuck.”

You didn’t know if that was the only thing you could say. Or if it was just all that was on your mind, as your hand kept moving. “Good! And what’s your name?” They asked.

You tried to resist saying it. “F-mmmnh-fuck!” But by now, your mouth was beyond your control.

“That’s right, fuck.” They leant down again, close to you. “That’s your name. You just told me. So why wouldn’t it be? Such a good toy. So brainless. Keep touching. Keep sinking. I want to see how long it takes before you actually damage your brain!”

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That got a laugh from them. “Such a good plaything. I love when you get like this. Head empty. Willing to do whatever I ask of you. And I know how nice it feels for you. Obedience is pleasure, after all, isn’t it?” Again, you nodded. Agreeing was obeying. Obedience was pleasure.

“That’s it. Let yourself get lost in that loop. Keep nodding your head. Agree with me. Obey me. Feel my pleasure, that makes it feel even better to keep on agreeing.” Their words were wrapping around your mind like rope. Binding you. “All mine, isn’t that right, toy?”

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As you clinked your glass against theirs, you met their gaze, their easy smile felt infectious. “Yeah. It’s been a loooong day.” You said. The two of you sat in silence for a moment.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” They said, standing. You turned to look at them.

They had stood, and knelt next to you as they carried on speaking. “I’ve wanted to see you all day. Stupid work, keeping me away.” They cupped your cheek as they leant in close, planting a hungry, longing kiss on your lips. That kiss was long. You melted into it.

And then you noticed their perfume. The one they only wore when – your brain was already shutting down. It knew what that perfume meant. No mind. No thoughts. Just drop. Your lips were still against theirs, but you were beginning to forget how to move them.

Your body was going limp. They broke the kiss, and laughed. “There we go, toy. I’ve waited all day, and I’ve had so many naughty thoughts…” They were whispering into your ear. “Most of them can wait until we’re inside. But for now, there’s a few things I can do to your brain.”

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But you resisted the urge, growing in your mind, to let go of your thoughts. In fact, you realised that you had stopped talking, and began again. “I don’t need to let go. I can resist, I can think! I just need to keep on thinking, and talking, and I’ll be-”

Your hypnotist pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, toy.” That single gesture was all it took to silence your words. They laughed. “Oh, was that it? Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you?” The watch was still swinging. You needed to… Needed to…

“I should…” You managed to say.

They took over. “You should drop, sweetie.” You – no – that didn’t – that wasn’t… “What’s wrong? Shh, toy. It’s okay. Let me tell you what you should be doing, it’s so tiring, trying to think, isn’t it? So stop trying, and drop.”

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“Look at you… Not a single thought in that brain.” You were staring into their eyes. They looked so good like this, above you. They laughed. “It’s okay. You don’t need a thought. You just need to be my good, mindless, blank plaything. Isn’t that right?” They asked.

Their hand on your chin nodded your head for you, agreeing. The slight motion shook your mind deeper into foggy haziness. “Still, I’m sure you want to be a good toy for me, don’t you?” Their hand nodded your chin again. “Well, I know how you can be good for me…”

They pointed to the top of the bed. “Lay down.” You moved, your body feeling like it was being dragged by unseen strings, a puppet to their power. They were stripping off, and once they had, they moved up the bed. “Good toy. So obedient, so eager to please.”

Your mouth opened, eagerly. You knew what was coming next. They straddled your head, their thighs around your ears, and they tilted their hips, angling themselves so they were just out of reach of your tongue. “Ah, ah, ah, toy. I didn’t say to start yet.”

One of their hands grabbed your forehead. “I want you to want this. I want you to need this.” You did want it; you did need it. Pleasing them, pleasuring them, was what you lived for, in these moments. Head empty, ready to serve. You heard them laugh. “What a good toy you are.”

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“You will be marked, as mine. My plaything. My toy.” Their free hand, not holding the collar, trailed idly down your chest. Their touch felt incredible. “To do with as I please. You’re going to be available for use whenever I want. However I want.” That sounded good to you.

“If I need your body, I can take it. If I want your mind switched off, I’ll turn it off.” You let out a small squeak, one hand going to your mouth to prevent it from becoming a moan. Your hypnotist met your gaze, concerned for just a moment. “What’s that?”

As they saw the look on your face, that look of concern became a devious smile. “Oh, you’re blushing. I forgot. You’re in to this. Aren’t you?” You nodded, just once, yes… yes you were. “My depraved little pervert.” That was accurate. You wanted to be their free use toy.

“You want to give me this control. You want to be mine, at all times.” They looked back to the collar, and then back to you, and then shrugged. “Well, far be it from me to deny such an eager little toy what they really want. The triggers are all set, toy.”

They moved the collar downwards, and tapped your chin with their free hand. “All that we need now is for you to be wearing the collar. Lift your chin.” You obeyed, head lifting. “Good toy.” The collar snapped into place, and you felt all the preparation kick in.

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Your hypnotist pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, it’s okay.” Your thoughts froze, held in place by their control. “Listen to my words. I can tell you the truth.” That – that made sense. Your own thoughts were so ditzy. “I can help you understand what’s real.”

Their eyes were like magnets, pulling your attention, pulling your awareness away. “You just need to follow my voice, deeper into this bliss.” They were smiling. It felt so lovely, to be so helpless before them. “If you can’t trust your own thoughts, well, you can trust my words.”

You did trust their words. Of course you did. “It’s natural to accept my words before your own thoughts.” It was natural. “It’s perfectly reasonable that my words are your source of truth.” It was reasonable. “This is the way it’s always been.” You nodded, agreeing.

Their words were sinking so easily into your open, receptive mind. “You get confused, and stupid, and I tell you what’s happening.” Their hand was on your chin, nodding your head up and down, in agreement. “I tell you what you like. I tell you what to think.”

It was all falling into place. Of course they knew what you liked. What you should think. How could anything else be true? They were so smart. You grinned, happily, dreamily. “And you just nod, and smile, and agree. Because you’re my good, obedient toy.”

Your smile widened, and they were grinning down at you too. “That’s a good plaything. My good plaything. Just listening, just agreeing. Just sinking. It feels so good, knowing that I’m so safe, so reliable.” You felt so warm. So treasured. “You’re all mine, it just makes sense.”

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You… You couldn’t find anything wrong with it. Not that you could really think right now. “No… Not when you feel so good. That’s it. Just keep moving your hand, fucking yourself into a sweet, susceptible state. I want you desperate, and needy, and oh so fucking weak for me.”

Their words sounded so nice. So easy to listen to. “Because when you’re like this, you’re at your most malleable. You’re not on the edge, you’re just floating in a sea of pleasure for me. And you’ll agree with anything I say in this state, won’t you?” You nodded your head.

You felt so eager to obey. So willing to submit. “Good toy, that’s it. Just sink deeper into the pleasure. Let my voice, my words, get more deeply intertwined with your brain. You’re so easily mouldable, toy.” Their hands moved to your head, gently massaging your thoughts away.

“If I wanted to, I could take away the idea of cumming from your brain. You wouldn’t know what it was. You’d just be a pleasure puppet, lost forever in this bliss.” That sounded so fucking hot. To be so controlled that they took away something like that? Incredible.

“But I wouldn’t do that… Would I?” They paused, still massaging your scalp. “Maybe I would. Maybe I’d break your fucking brain into pieces, take out what I deem as non-essential, and then replace it all with whatever I see fit. You wouldn’t have a choice, would you, toy?”

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