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.
Anything to tell you what was going to happen next. But nothing came. You fidgeted, and that was when you heard it. Moving ahead of you. And then you neck was held. Firmly. Tightly. By a gloved hand. The cool leather made it impossible to tell anything about the person.
But they were squeezing. Holding tight. You could feel the rush, the pleasure, the desire for more. Your body was reacting so quickly to the arousal. You could hear the owner of the gloved hand laugh, softly at you. But they did not let go.
You head was pounding. You were feeling a little dizzy. But they did not let go. When you thought you could take no more, you tapped your foot twice. Instantly, the pressure was gone. A gloved hand took your chin, pulled your face up.
“Are you alright?” Came a voice, as if from a distance. You nodded, and your chin was released, with a gentle caress. You heard the sound of the gloves being taken off, and then another voice.
“Who wants to be the next one to choke our subject?” and the murmurs started again.
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 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.