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Hypnovember Day 10 - Angel/Devil

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.”

Oh, that? That’s just my plushie. I need it in order to sleep at night, I hope you don’t mind.

Human? Oh, I know it looks like one - feels like it to the touch, too, but it’s not human. It *used* to be one, or at least, something that thought it was. But I fixed it.

It just barely has a little bit of conscious thought left in it. Just enough to know how much it loves being touched and held. Whenever I’m not hugging it, that empty little head is dreaming and fantasizing about how my arms feel wrapped around it, and when I touch it - here look. It’s always smiling, but you can see how the smile gets a little warmer when I cuddle up to it like this, right?

And hey, you wanna see something cute? I installed this little pullstring and-

“Hi, I’m cuddle-me-cassie, and I like warm hugs!”

See? Isn’t that adorable?

Hey, with how you’re looking at it, if I didn’t know any better I’d almost think you were jealous!

You know… Recently I’ve been thinking of making it a friend to cuddle up to when I’m not around…

Jordan Gets Brainwashed

Jordan woke up shackled to the wall. A screen flashed with a blinding, strobing white light and a hypnotic spiral. She struggled against the restraints but couldn’t even bring herself to look away…