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Your hypnotist straddled you, pinning you to the bed. “That’s it toy. Feel me. Feel my power over you. Feel it washing over you in an endless tidal wave of bliss, of pleasure. Unmaking your body and unravelling your mind. Turning you into my good, sweet, obedient toy.”
Your eyes had rolled back into your head as you felt each and every sensation they described. Feeling their control taking hold of your body and mind. It felt incredible. They laughed down at you. “Such a good toy for me. So ready to give in. So easy to obey.”
Their hands dragged down your chest, taking a moment to tease, to toy with you. You bucked at the pleasure, but their thighs had you pinned down. “Ah, ah, ah, toy. You aren’t going anywhere. Not that you really want to, huh? No, you like this too much. Good toy.”
You felt them before you saw them. Their perfume, their footsteps on the floor. The rest of the party seemed to fade away as your attention focused solely on them. To the outside world, nothing had changed. But between the two of you, your dominant was your sole focus.
You excused yourself from your conversation to talk to them. They smiled as they took your hand. “Enjoying your evening, my love?” Their breath was warm on your cheek as they gave you a soft kiss. You nodded, telling them how your evening was going.
They smiled, and beckoned you into an empty room. “Good to hear you’re enjoying yourself, but how about we knock this on the head and get going before too long? I’ve wanted to play with you since we got here. You should wear that outfit more often, toy.”
“Oh, you poor thing. What’s wrong? Can you feel your thoughts leaving you already? I haven’t even switched the headset on yet, silly toy.” You felt your dominants hands securing your restraints. Holding you into the brainwashing chair. They laughed.
“Is that comfortable? It’s about to be even more comfortable, when there’s nothing but my voice in your silly, empty brain. Are you ready? Are you excited?” The headset began to hum, on, but with nothing running. “Because I am. I know what comes next.”
With a flash, spirals span before your eyes, and you had nowhere else to look. Copies of their voice were overlapping, overwhelming you, so very easily. You had nowhere else to be, and as your thoughts fled you, you stopped wondering why that was…
“Have you really thought this through, toy? I know, I know, we talked about it. You’ve asked, practically begged for this. But have you really considered what comes next?” Your hypnotist smiled, not fully paying attention to you as they fiddled in a drawer for something.
“This is a lot of control you’re giving me. Power over your orgasms. Over your arousal. And whilst you can safe word, or talk about it anytime, I just want to make sure that you’ve thought it through. After all, Your control might not be so easy to get back. So, are you sure?”
You took a moment, thinking. This was going to be a lot. They had promised that the freedom of pleasure you were used to experiencing would change. But you were sure about this. You trusted them. You nodded, took a deep breath, and finally said. “Yes. I’m sure.”
You felt footsteps on the carpeted floor growing closer. You could sense your hypnotist behind you, but it didn’t matter. You couldn’t take our eyes away from the spiral on the TV. The headphones were still playing their voice on a wonderful loop.
You felt their hand trace up your back, to your neck. You squirmed at the pleasurable sensation that their touch brought you. In your ears, their voice was saying “Just letting go of what you don’t need to remember, so you can focus more deeply on the pleasure I bring you.”
Then the headphones stopped. Your hypnotist was now speaking directly to you. “Good job toy. You’ve done so well, letting me brainwash you. I’m going to bring you up now, okay?” Your head gave the slightest nod, and they smiled. “Okay. One, two, three, and awake!”
“Come on now toy, don’t disappoint me. I know, I know, you’ve been edging for so long. But you can last a little longer, can’t you? What if I help? What if I made your brain feel all blank, and empty. Nothing but the pleasure.” Your hypnotist smiled.
“That’s it, good toy. Just focus on the pleasure for me. Let everything else leave your mind. You can give me your thoughts. You don’t need them, not right now. I’ll give them back, when we’re done.” You felt their hand caress your cheek, and squirmed at the sensation.
Every part of you was bursting with pleasure. You had long ago lost track of time, and now you were losing what was left of your thoughts. “Awh, my sweet toy. Have I made it harder? Is there nothing left but pleasure now? It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
“What comes first, my love? Do you reach the edge? Or does your mind shut off before then?” Your dominant laughed as you teased yourself, moans falling from your lips as pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. They leant down, their hands joining your own.
“Let’s start with ten. Feeling the pleasure rising, just as your thoughts, and your mind, become a little slower.” You felt a burst of pleasure deep in your core. “Nine. The two intermingling, mindlessness is pleasure, and pleasure is mindlessness.”
Your hands were more insistent, more eager now. “Eight. Feeling so good, so blank, so blissfully empty, aren’t you, toy?” They stood, towering over your weakness, your helplessness. “Seven. And I’m the one in control, even without touching you.”
something a little different for Friday:
after launching a couple shiny new #ebooks last week, we unwound with a pizza party and finally dove into a little #tarot adventure over on nonfik.com 🧵
after launching a couple shiny new #ebooks last week, we unwound with a pizza party and finally dove into a little #tarot adventure over on nonfik.com 🧵
we may have co-opted the original intent of the game/journal a bit, but we wanted to explore the prompts together
decided to unravel a back-and-forth story between our two decks 2/🧵
decided to unravel a back-and-forth story between our two decks 2/🧵
decks: split. suits: shuffled. nonfik app: logged on.
*deep breath*
3/🧵
*deep breath*
3/🧵
Your hypnotist smiled down at you as you yawned, the ache of tiredness washing over you. “Having trouble napping, toy?” they asked, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close to them.
You nodded, softly grunting your confirmation. You were so very sleepy.
You nodded, softly grunting your confirmation. You were so very sleepy.
Their hand brushed through your hair. “Would you like a bit of help with it?”
Again, you nodded. Words were hard right now, but your brain felt so full of thoughts. Of energy. Your body and your brain were in disagreement, but you knew that you wanted to rest, even temporarily.
Again, you nodded. Words were hard right now, but your brain felt so full of thoughts. Of energy. Your body and your brain were in disagreement, but you knew that you wanted to rest, even temporarily.
They let you go, gently lowering you to rest on the bed. “Okay sweetie, then let’s work through that busy, busy, mind of yours, yeah?” Your nod was almost automatic, as their voice slipped into that soft hypnotic tone that you love. You felt your mind beginning to unravel.
“How long has it been pet?” You were barely aware of their voice, amongst the pounding pleasure that thrummed through your body. “Minutes? Hours? Do you even care anymore?” You let out a soft moan at their caress, not stopping your hand’s motion.
They laughed. “I don’t think you’re capable of caring anymore. All you can do now is feel the pleasure as it overwhelms your mind, sweeps away your thoughts. Leaves you empty. Ready, for me. Doesn’t it feel so good?” It did. It felt incredible.
Each motion of your hand felt like you were letting something of nature bloom through you. Taking your energy. Taking your power, and storing it, ready. And then there was their hand, wandering, almost causally, across your bare skin. Water feeding the roots of your pleasure.
“Okay, and that’s my problem why?” Your hypnotist smiled down at you, mischief etched into every line of their face.
“But – but -” Your words were silenced by a single finger, pressed to your lips.
“But what, you want to cum? Is that it?” They yawned.
“But – but -” Your words were silenced by a single finger, pressed to your lips.
“But what, you want to cum? Is that it?” They yawned.
You nodded, and they laughed. “Well too bad, toy. You agreed to give control over your orgasms to me. And I’m deciding that you don’t get to cum. Not today.” They stood up from the chair, and as you knelt on the ground before them, you felt their power over you solidify.
“No, you don’t get to cum. But you know what you can do?” Their hand grabbed your chin, pulling you up to look into their eyes. Their gorgeous eyes.
“What’s can I do?” You asked.
They eyes were locked onto yours. “You can begin to drop, can’t you?”
“What’s can I do?” You asked.
They eyes were locked onto yours. “You can begin to drop, can’t you?”
“Awh, honey, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to touch me?” Your hypnotist smiled as they taunted you. Your body, frozen to the spot, was filled with desire, with arousal, with lust. “Am I being mean puppet?” You considered, you could answer… And they were looking at you, waiting.
Finally, you spoke. “Y-Yes.” The timid answer made them titter.
“Oh, pet, if I’m being mean, why don’t you try to resist my control? Try to move. Do it.” Their hand brushed down your arm, sending a tingle of pleasure running through you at the soft touch.
“Oh, pet, if I’m being mean, why don’t you try to resist my control? Try to move. Do it.” Their hand brushed down your arm, sending a tingle of pleasure running through you at the soft touch.
And you tried. But no amount of effort would move you, not even an inch.
“Awh… sweetie. Is it too hard?” Their hand had moved, caressing down your bare chest. “Is your body all stuck? It’s okay. I like you like this. I think you like it too. Don’t you pet?”
“Awh… sweetie. Is it too hard?” Their hand had moved, caressing down your bare chest. “Is your body all stuck? It’s okay. I like you like this. I think you like it too. Don’t you pet?”
What – what had you been doing? You had just walked into the room and now you were struggling to remember what for. You turned around, thinking to retrace your footsteps, when your partner called out. “Hey, babe. What’s wrong?” You stopped, and turned back into the room.
Had they always been there? Sat on the sofa? “I… Forgot.” This had been happening more and more frequently recently. Just walking into rooms, and forgetting what you were doing there. It didn’t trouble you. It felt a little soothing, for some reason.
Your partner stood from the sofa, and came to you, taking your hand. Concern on their face. “Awh, pet… Do you forget a lot?” They pulled you close, holding you tight. You could smell their comforting scent. Your body relaxed into them. “Are you sure you weren’t made to forget?”
“Hey, toy, stop moving. I know it feels good, but if I want you to squirm, I’ll tell you, okay?” You tried to focus, to distract yourself from the pleasure they were delivering to you that made your toes curl. But you couldn’t, not as their mouth descended once again.
It felt so good, and sure, their suggestion to be so much more sensitive than normal wasn’t helping, but even without that, they were always capable of making you feel pure ecstasy. And then the sensation was retreating, and they were looking up the bed at you, brow furrowed.
“What did I say toy?” Their voice was full of menace. Their eyes were locked on yours.
“To- To- To stop moving.” You tried to look away from their eyes, in shame, but you couldn’t, no matter how much you tried.
“To- To- To stop moving.” You tried to look away from their eyes, in shame, but you couldn’t, no matter how much you tried.
You were awake. You were asleep. You were dozing, lazily, in your partner’s lap. Were you dreaming? Of staring into their eyes, as they spoke soft words you couldn’t quite make out into your ears? Or, no, you were awake, you were just resting, on your phone.
They were reading a book. Right? No. They were looking at you, their gaze swallowing your whole attention. Taking your mind down into trance. Making you so obedient. So submissive. No, no, you were both relaxing. Both doing your own thing, together.
But – where had the last two hours gone? Why could you taste them on your tongue? Why were you looking at them, unable to tear your eyes away? They were putting down their book. What was real? Did you know? Did you want to know? Or did you just want to sink into confusion?
You knew you shouldn’t have stepped off the path. That’s what the innkeeper in the tavern had told you. “Don’t step off the path, just go quickly, and quietly, where you mean to go.” That’s what they had said. But now you were here, that advice didn’t seem so… advisory.
The sweet smells of the flowers, and the wonderful sounds of the emerald forest were swirling around you, making your head feel so fuzzy. And somewhere, nearby, you could hear someone singing. It sounded so beautiful. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to take a small look.
You tried to focus on the singing voice. And the more you tried, the easier it became. You didn’t notice yourself take the first step off the path. But you didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was following that enchanting voice as it floated through the trees.
Your mind rose up, up, up, as if from sleep. Your eyes opened, and instantly, you were starting at the spiral that span before you. You couldn’t look away. You couldn’t hold on to your thoughts. You became aware of the voice too late to try to shut it out, you sank down.
Down, down, deep into the trance that you had just been in. Letting the voice wrap around your mind, flooding your brain with the foggy feeling that made it so malleable, so open to the programming. You continued to sink, feeling something teasing your body.
Pleasure from… What was it? It was hard to think about it. Your mind couldn’t grasp a thought long enough to comprehend it. And it didn’t matter what was touching you, not when it felt this good. The long languid pleasure stretching through your body, making you squirm.
You hadn’t been seen them as you walked, so when you bumped into them, your attention was automatically drawn as you said “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
But what held your attention was their eyes. Beautiful, captivating. Almost technicolour.
But what held your attention was their eyes. Beautiful, captivating. Almost technicolour.
“Oh, it’s no worry!” They laugh, softly. “But now that you are looking, you can keep looking, can’t you?” Your found yourself nodding, absently, as a foggy submissive feeling coated your mind. “And you can keep looking as you follow me, right?” Your hand was in theirs.
They led you away, never breaking eye contact, softly pulling you somewhere that was out of sight. And by the time you got there, your mind was drowning in this fog that seemed to supress your thoughts, supress your mind. All that existed was their voice, and their eyes.
“Awh, what’s wrong? Is my big strong bimbo having trouble using those big dumb muscles?” Your hypnotist had you pinned. They were straddling you, and laughing as they tickled you, mercilessly. “Are those big muscles getting weaker and weaker pet?”
Once again, you could feel your strength draining from you. Now you were barely able to lift your limbs, let alone try to push them off, to get away form their hands as they teasingly brushed against sensitive areas. Tingles were sparking through your body, making you squirm.
And it felt so good to be like this. Powerless under them. This body that they had helped you sculpt was helpless before them. A puppet, a doll for them to play with. Strong, muscled, but unable to disobey, and currently unable to use any of the muscles.
“Okay pet, now, hold it there. That’s it. Freeze.” As they said the final word, your body was caught in place. Stuck and unable to even begin thinking about moving. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine, but you couldn’t squirm, you couldn’t moan.
All you could do was close your eyelids as the pleasure rolled through your body. You heard a tut from your hypnotist. “Tsk tsk pet… Eyes on me. There you go.” Your eyelids opened and your eyes were drawn automatically to them, as the camera in their hands flashed.
“Good job toy. Okay, Release.” As you unfroze, your moan was soft, the pleasure you had been feeling finally had somewhere to go. They were still speaking, and you hurried to catch up. “Right, now, mirror me, left arm a little further down… Good, now Freeze.”
You can feel their body against yours, but you can’t tear your gaze away from their eyes. They have straddled you, and now they are looking down upon you. And with each passing second, you’re pulled deeper into their gaze. You can feel your mind unravelling. Slowing down.
In your peripheral vision, you can see their smile. “How are you doing pet?” They ask.
You stammer, unable to come up with a response. Even those noises fade as you continue to fall deeper into their eyes. Mind going blank, quiet, empty, as they ask another question.
You stammer, unable to come up with a response. Even those noises fade as you continue to fall deeper into their eyes. Mind going blank, quiet, empty, as they ask another question.
You cannot comprehend it. You can only fall deeper into their eyes, sinking, unravelling. Time has no meaning, there are sensations, but you can hardly recognise your body. And then there’s a crisp snap, and they say “awake!” And your brain begins to climb out of trance.
“And pleasure feels good, doesn’t it puppet?” You nodded, mind moving slowly. “Yes, in fact, pleasure feels so good that it makes it hard to think. The more your mind fills with pleasure, the less space there is for thinking.” Your mind was spinning, spiralling in ecstasy.
And they were right, it was getting harder to think, all you could do was focus on the pleasure. All you could do was focus on the pleasure you felt as their hands explored your body. Each movement, each gentle brush and touch wiping away another thought.
“Does it feel good puppet?” They asked, one hand coming up to gently brush down your cheek.
You stared at them, trying to find words. It was so difficult. “Y-y-yes.” You smiled, softly, as the pleasure rode around your brain.
You stared at them, trying to find words. It was so difficult. “Y-y-yes.” You smiled, softly, as the pleasure rode around your brain.
You couldn’t cum, not whilst you were in this subspace they had created for you. But you could feel pleasure. So as you touched yourself, and they cooed into your ear, looking at you in such a wonderfully controlling way, your mind was beginning to buckle.
To unravel under the strain of the pleasure, which never lessened, only increased. It was like a ratchet, that was moved and pulled every time they said “pleasure”.
And they had designed your mind to be like this.
And they had designed your mind to be like this.
Unable to cum, but able to feel so much pleasure. So much ecstasy, that all you could focus on was the feeling of your hands, their eyes, and their voice. So much pleasure. Until, finally, with one word from them, the pleasure spiked, too high, too much, you were cumming.
“So… You think you can swear, toy? Even if I’ve forbidden it?” Your dominant’s eyes rest on you, challenging you. You’re happy to accept.
“Yeah, like, it’s just out of respect for your rules that I don’t.” Their eyebrows raised at that comment, and they stepped towards you.
“Yeah, like, it’s just out of respect for your rules that I don’t.” Their eyebrows raised at that comment, and they stepped towards you.
They took your chin in your hand and brought you close to them, eye to eye. “Oh, of course. It isn’t the fact that your tranced out brain is so dependent on me for thought that you couldn’t disobey even if you could remember how to…”
The prolonged eye contact made your head swim. “N-no- I… I…” Your voice faltered, and they let go, stepping away.
“Okay toy… Try to swear. Try to say a single swear word.” They looked up at you, and smiled. “Go on… I’m waiting.
“Okay toy… Try to swear. Try to say a single swear word.” They looked up at you, and smiled. “Go on… I’m waiting.
