You were finding it hard to think. As the day dragged on. Things kept getting stuck in your mind. Memories of your partner, telling you to look into their eyes and… and… what? You couldn’t remember. But just the memory was turning you on.
You’d find yourself thinking about their eyes. Or them swinging a pocket watch, or them telling to you “sleep”. And you’d have to pull yourself out of trance. Out of the fog that was filling your mind. Making you so drifty.
No. Can’t drift off. Not when you need to obey. No, need to work on being a good submissive toy. No - What? Mmm... Your brain was fuzzing and fizzing. You tried to reign in your thoughts. Leash them, like you wanted to be leashed and collared by your part-
You stood, unable to ignore it anymore, and went to find them. Checking rooms in the house, until you found them. Sitting on the bed, on their phone, smiling. They looked up at you, their eyes catching your attention. You saw them snap their fingers, but you didn’t hear it.
But now you felt your headphones on your head. Playing your partner’s voice into your weak helpless mind. You took them off, but then your partner started speaking. “Was my voice distracting even when you couldn’t consciously hear it darling?”
They giggled. “Now that’s silly. But it’s okay. You like to be silly. Don’t you?” Your brain was melting away as they spoke, as they came closer to you. They pulled you to them, and pushed you to the bed, as your body helplessly obeyed them. It was time for some fun.
CW: choking, public play (at an event)
You were tense. You could hear the whispers. People on all sides. The blindfold stopped you from seeing. But the anticipation made it easy to pick up on one noise. To focus on it above all the rest. The soft stretch of leather, the movement.
Was it a collar? Maybe a flogger? Those thoughts made you feel so good and submissive. But still. You had no idea who it was, or what they were doing. The voices quietened. Something was about to happen. You jerked your head, listening for a footstep. For a breath.
Your heart pounding was making it hard to hear. You could feel your muscles tense, the blood rushing through your veins. You held your breath, trying desperately to listen harder. To strain your ears, to hear something.
You came up, out of trance. Your hypnotist smiled at you, expectantly.
“Good, good. How are you feeling?”
“Good toys obey.” Were the words that passed through your lips. You stopped, putting a hand to cover your mouth. That wasn’t what you meant to say. You tried again.
“Good toys obey.” Again. This time, as the words came out, your mind felt a little fuzzy. Your body twinged with arousal.
Your hypnotist was still smiling. They tutted, gently, though it could have been a laugh. “Now toy, that doesn’t answer my question. How are you feeling?”
You stopped. You thought. The words were in your head. You just had to say them. “Good-mm- toys obey.” You tried to stop yourself from completing the sentence, but your body wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. You blushed, embarrassed, and more than a little aroused.