New Patreon post for All-Access patrons: You've gotta pay for it.
If you want something, you've gotta pay for it. And this man is willing to pay the price to be a slave: patreon.com/posts/youve-go…
#gayhypnosis #gayhypno #gaymindcontrol #hypnoslave #hypnosiskink #hypnosisfetish
If you want something, you've gotta pay for it. And this man is willing to pay the price to be a slave: patreon.com/posts/youve-go…
#gayhypnosis #gayhypno #gaymindcontrol #hypnoslave #hypnosiskink #hypnosisfetish
Sample: I know that my tributes are not enough to pay for this apartment so he must have other men besides me, but that doesn't matter at all. He doesn't owe me exclusivity. He doesn't owe me anything at all, whatever I get from him is more than enough and I should be thankful.
I have a key.
He's waiting for me sitting on his living room wearing only a robe. His hair is damp and he has no shoes on,and he smiles when he watches me enter in my expensive suit.
He's waiting for me sitting on his living room wearing only a robe. His hair is damp and he has no shoes on,and he smiles when he watches me enter in my expensive suit.
He's shorter than me and has light brown skin but green eyes, and he's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.
I wish I could just show him to people when they ask me why I divorced my wife, why I don't date anymore, why... he's why. Just a chance to have a moment with him is better and more important than what any other relationship could give me.
If only they could see him like I do they would leave their spouses too. But I know they wouldn't understand even then, because they're not me.
They will never understand the beauty of this moment with him smiling and looking at me like I'm a toy he's about to use for his personal pleasure. Which right now is exactly what I am.
Just being in his presence fills me with vertigo and turns my world upside down. When he looks at me I don't even know who I am, all I know is I'm in his presence and he's filling my mind with his eyes and... and I'm lost.
I can barely talk or think, and I bring out the cash in my pocket and show it to him in silence. I'm trying to find the words but I can't. I forgot language. I forgot myself. All I know is him and his eyes.
He takes the money from my hands and sets it aside without looking at it. When you want something you have to pay for it and I want him, but he's not the kind of thing you can buy with money. He demands more.
He demands everything of me, and he has it simply by looking at my eyes.
(This was my first time writing something even tangentially related to findom. I have to say, while findom all by itself doesn't appeal me, I can see the appeal in the context of a control relationship)
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