HypnoPum

“Awh, look at you, toy.” Your hypnotist said, straddling you on the bed. “So helpless beneath me. And I can hardly blame you, when I look this good, it just makes sense that you’d give in to me. Give me whatever I want…”

They laughed, a hungry look in their eyes. “And I want you, toy.” Their fingers trailed over your chest. “All of you. Your mind, to rewrite, your body, to play with, your soul, to bind.” They bent their fingers, nails digging into your skin. Your mind focused on the sensation.

You let out a gasp, as pain mixed with pleasure, and they laughed, cruelly. “That’s it, toy. Give in to me, let me make you feel good. It’ll just make it easier to brainwash you. To twist you, corrupt you.” Their nails stopped moving, and instead just pressed.

Your mind felt woozy, and hazy. Your thoughts were foggy, your mind was beyond your control. But their words were clear. Their nails were pinpricks of focus on your skin. Their laughter was a song that pulled you deeper. You were so blank, and you were theirs, completely.

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Oh. Yes, you felt that. It was the driving force in your brain right now. “Like you can’t get enough of them.” You never wanted to look away. “That’s because you can’t get enough of them.” More. More. More. You blinked. Were their eyes watching you still, behind your eyelids?

“They consume you. Breaking your brain” Your head was getting fuzzier, the longer you stared. “Making you weak. Making you helpless.” A soft whine left your lips. Their eyes were your focus. “And you just can’t stop staring.” For a brief moment, you considered looking away.

“No matter how much you might think you want to… And let’s be real, you don’t want to.” The moment passed. You had forgotten it. You just wanted to stare. Could do nothing but stare, and sink, and drop. “If you wanted to, you’d have looked away already.”

You didn’t want to look away. “But you’re still staring. So, you must want to stare, huh?” You wanted to stare. You needed to stare. “That make sense, doesn’t it? Especially to a silly little mind like yours.” Your brain felt so hazy. “So, keep staring. You can stare as much as you want to.”

Their smirk had become a grin. “I want you obsessed with looking into my eyes.” That obsession was blossoming in your brain. “Being my blank, brainless, staring, plaything.” Every word made you weaker. “The compulsion will only get stronger. But you don’t mind, do you?”

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“It just makes sense that you follow wherever my words lead you. Because they’re your thoughts.” Your thoughts were their words. “So why wouldn’t you obey? Why wouldn’t you drop? Why wouldn’t you sink?” You had to obey. You had to drop. You had to sink.

“My control just feels so nice. So warm. So comforting.” Their hands moved down your head, to your neck, then your shoulders. Each place they touched melted more into relaxation. “It’s right to be obedient. It’s perfectly normal to be unable to think of a reason to resist.”

You couldn’t think of why you would resist. “Resistance would be so much effort. That makes sense, doesn’t it?” You nodded your head slightly. “Yes, good toy. Of course it makes sense, you thought it, didn’t you?” You started to nod your head, then stopped. What?

“Oh, are you getting confused?” You were. “Where do my words end, and your thoughts begin?” You couldn’t tell. “Oh, silly toy. I’ve told you. They’re the same. My words are your thoughts. That’s it. Stop trying to make sense of it.” You obeyed. “Just submit. Good toy.”

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Now you were floating, drifting on the surface of mindlessness. “Such a good toy. So eager to follow my words. Sink for me. Drop for me.” You felt your limbs drop, limply, onto the bed. Your mind plummeted. Further away from the surface of mindlessness, now you were sinking.

And it felt so good. “No need to think. Just sink deeper. Just drift further down. Feel my words wrapping around that brain of yours.” Their words were ropes, chains, weights that pulled you deeper, and deeper. “And it feels so good to sink, doesn’t it toy?”

If you had had any strength, you would have nodded, but you couldn’t. You could just sink deeper. Floating on a current of their words that dragged you further under. There were no thoughts. Just their words. Their control. Their commands. You didn’t want to be anywhere else.

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Your eyes were rolling upwards, as your thoughts melted into nothingness. “You don’t need to think. No, you just get to be blank, and obedient.” Their words were filling in the space where your mind had been. “It feels so good to be mindless, doesn’t it toy?”

Their hands were tracing over your skin, each touch, each downward brush of their fingers pulling you deeper. “Nod your head.” You nodded, agreeing with them. “Yes, good plaything. Just blank, and empty, and oh, so agreeable.” You wanted to agree. You wanted to obey.

“And the more you sink, the better it feels. You love this feeling, don’t you toy?” You kept nodding. Kept agreeing. “You love it when I make you feel like this. Helpless, weak, submissive. And you just keep sinking deeper, with every word I say. Such a good toy for me. “

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They laughed. “All I ask is that you do exactly what I want. Maybe you’ll prove yourself worthy. In fact… No, I know what you could do.” They snapped their fingers, the signal to look at them. As you did, taking in their divine beauty, their grace, your mind began to crumble.

Just looking at them was enough to make your submissive urges grow stronger. “Beg to be allowed to worship at the feet of the divine, thrall.” They said. Their word was law.

“P-please, Goddex, please let me worship you, pl-” Their slap interrupted your words.

They laughed as they spoke, you didn’t know if it was at you. You didn’t care. You wanted to make them happy. “Do you think that please is enough? Do you think that I asked you to plead? I commanded you to beg!” Their hand held your chin, as they stared into your eyes.

You felt weak, mindless, hopelessly helpless. But you managed to find some words. “I’m your good thrall. I’ll do anything that you require of me. Anything that you wish. If you were to let me worship you it would make me so grateful, Goddex.” You were still looking at them.

They pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you, smiling cruelly. “Oh, I suppose that’ll do, thrall.” They leant down, and planted a kiss on your forehead. “You look so fucking hot when you’re like this, you know that? Well, you have pleased your Goddex, you may worship.”

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“I can change your name. Your memory. I can make you physically weaker than me with just a word. “ As they said each one, a memory of them doing just that entered your head. “Even now, I’ve stopped all the thinking that usually happens in that brain.” They said, giggling.

“What can you do, huh, toy?” Their hand moved up to your hair, gently gripping. “You can’t resist. You can’t fight. You don’t want to.” That was true. This was perfection. Why would you fight it? “You want me to do whatever I want to you.” Their hand in your hair gripped tighter.

They moved their hand, nodding your head for you, agreeing with them. And you did agree, because you were nodding your head. Of course. “Because you’re such a good, obedient plaything, aren’t you? How far could I push you? How much could I reshape you?”

Silence filled the air for a moment as they thought. They leant down, close to your ear. “Could I replace your memories?” You wanted them to. “Fundamentally alter your values?” Please. Fuck. “Mmm… No. I wouldn’t. But I know I could, and that is just as hot.”

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Your mind grew hazier, and foggier, as the liquid tumbled down your throat in a mad rush towards intoxication. Your hypnotist was laughing. “Oh, you’re so stupid, toy. Here, have the bottle.”  They placed it into your hands, and you lifted it to your mouth.

The first gulp tasted sweet. But then another came. It was too sweet. Spilling over your lips, down your chin. You lowered the bottle as you swallowed, and you teetered, dizzy, mind spinning. Your hypnotist took the liquor from you, as your brain spaced out.

“There you go. I love that this doesn’t need to be real to work on you, toy. Your mind is so fucking weak. So susceptible.” They pushed your body, weakened by the ‘alcohol’ backwards onto the bed. They giggled. “And now I’ve got you right where I want you.”

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You tried to focus. “My eyes are so pretty, aren’t they toy?” You let your gaze fall onto their eyes. The soft colour. The warmth. Gentle, but mischievous. “So easy to stare into, to get lost in.” And then the pendant swung past them. And your gaze was grabbed by it.

“But the pendant is just so shiny! How could you look away?” You couldn’t… It was so easy to get lost. Until it swung past their eyes again. And you found yourself looking. Sinking, drifting into them. You furrowed your brow. It was so tiring, switching your focus constantly.

“Awh, are you getting confused, toy?” You nodded your head, as your focus went to the crystal pendant once more. “Getting lost? Getting hazy, and foggy, and mindless?” Back to their eyes. No. The pendant. No, their eyes. You let out a small groan, and they laughed again.

“Good, that’s exactly how I like you. It doesn’t matter where you look, because when I say so, you drop.” They snapped their fingers, and your eyes closed, as you sank like a stone. “There we go. All the way down, no thoughts, no confusion. Just sweet, blissful mindlessness.”

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“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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