They pulled the dildo back. Your brain returned to usual, your lips were still parted. “Again.” They said, sliding the dildo back in. Slower. You felt the way it deformed your mind. Pushing thoughts away, squeezing them out. Leaving you unable to think.

And just as it filled your mouth, the began to pull it back again. Your mind felt like rubber, reforming to its shape. Though it didn’t get long to reform, as the dildo slipped back between your lips, deforming your mind. This time, your hypnotist left it there longer.

“That’s it. Just take it. Just sink into trance around it. Brainfucked into oblivion, toy.” They began to slip it in and out of your mouth fast enough that your brain didn’t quite get time to reform itself. “Pushed deeper and deeper with every thrust. It’s okay. Just let it happen.”

The dildo was slick with your saliva. As they pulled it out, you could see the strands of your spittle still attached to it. Your brain felt different. Like it had been pushed out of shape. It felt… Good. Blissful. You wanted more. You needed more. They hadn’t slid the dildo back in.

Instead, they were watching you, interested, as you opened your mouth wider, looking up at them, desperately. “Awh, you want it, toy?” You nodded, softly. “You want me to fuck your mind more?” Another nod, more vigorous. “Okay then. As you wish.” The dildo slipped back in.

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It had been a quiet Christmas Eve for the two of us. We’d left the Christmas party early because Joey was feeling skittish, and couldn’t really deal with people. I loved my boyfriend, but sometimes his social anxiety was a real buzzkill. So, instead of a night of festive revelry, we were home by 8 and asleep by 9. Joey hadn’t said more than five words since we walked through the door. As I’d drifted off to sleep, I remember mumbling, “I wish I could give you some more confidence for Christmas.”

I awoke on the floor, confused. Why wasn’t I warm in bed, curled up under the blankets? I blinked and saw a tall, sexy man, dressed in leather from head to toe sitting on a chair next to our tree, looking down at me. He had a beard, and his hair was buzzed on the side, but he looked like a sexier, more confident, leather daddy version of-

“Well, Merry Christmas, sleepyhead,” he purred, in a low, seductive tone. He stood- Christ! He was almost as tall as the tree!

“I heard your wish last night,” the man said, towering over me. “And it looks like you got it.”

I was shocked.

“Joey-?!” I tried to yell, but it came out a kind of muffled bark. I tried again, but it came out a high whine.

The leather-clad man grinned as his boots clomped toward me. He reached down and placed a gloved hand on my head. It felt so good.

“And it looks like I got my wish too, boy,” he grinned. My dick grew hard. “After all, I asked Santa to bring me a new pup.”

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STOP. Just take 5 minutes, be a Good Boy, listen and relax. You earned it, Boy. A little gift from Sir.

Their words just drew attention to the need that was coating your brain. It took every bit of the limited brain power you had left to you to keep your hands at your side, gripping the covers of the bed. “That’s it.” Your hypnotist said. “Resist your urges for me.”

The tone felt like it became more insistent. Boring into your brain with a persistence that was hard to ignore. You let out a moan as the desire inside you reached what felt like a peak, and kept on rising. Your hand was inching between your legs. You saw your hypnotist watching.

“Hmm… If you must, just to ease the tension. But don’t cum. If you cum, then who knows what might happen? You might cum your brain away permanently. And you don’t want that, do you?” As they gave you permission, your hand slipped feverishly between your legs.

Now you were touching, your mind was unravelling even faster. Where before there was thoughts of potentially resisting, now you were just following the pleasure down the rabbit hole. Sinking effortlessly into mindless touching. But it wasn’t enough.

You had closed your eyes, so lost in the pleasure. The tone was more intense. More insistent. You needed more pleasure. You had to have more pleasure. You felt your hypnotist’s hand on your shoulder. “Don’t cum, toy. Resist that urge. Or you might get addicted.”

That sounded incredible, to your lust drunk brain. “Or do you want that, pet? To need this, more and more and more?” You didn’t know. You couldn’t tell. The pleasure was everything to you, and it kept on rising. An orgasm was building, spreading through your body, coiled.

The tone stopped. You felt yourself wrenched, for a heart stopping moment, before it returned, louder. More insistent. Drilling into your skull. And your hypnotist gave you a single command. “Cum.” The pleasure peaked, your arousal was white hot fire. You were cumming.

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Whisper soft words and compliments into my ears as my mind goes blank.

You opened your mouth to respond, and felt your thoughts blur. Words escaped you, in that instant. “I-arr-arf?”

That was what came out of your mouth, slightly puzzled, still sitting in the chair. Your owner smiled down at you. “That’s a good pet! What a good trick. Do it again, speak!”

Their smile and praise made you feel so good.

You almost immediately opened your mouth again, but held back, for just a second, trying to form words. “Arr- Arf- Awoo-” It wasn’t working.

They were laughing now. “Keep trying. Speak!”

Your mouth opened, and you couldn’t hold back this time.

“Arf! Awoooo!” It felt so good to make the noises. You felt pleasure radiating through your mind. Your thoughts were dissipating.

They smirked, and held out a hand. “That’s right, pet. Now, come here.” They said.

You slid out of the chair. Standing up before them. It felt… Off.

They tutted slightly. “Look at you… Standing up like a person on your hind legs. You can stand normally, puppy.” They pointed downwards.

Instantly, you sank to your hands and knees. This felt good. Right. You looked up at them, and felt a sense of reverence wash over you.

“That’s a good pup.” They said, reaching down, and scratching you behind the ears. They took hold of your leash, attached to your collar, and tugged gently. “Right, let’s go, I need a drink from the kitchen.” And you followed, their obedient pet. Their good puppy.

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