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10 Jul, 6 tweets, 3 min read
“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.
All you could do was squirm, as their tickling fingers moved from armpit, to your sides, occasionally dipping somewhere more sensitive, making your gasp and moan, mixing in with the laughter. Finally, they stopped, and you were stuck there, gasping for breath.
They stood, looking down at you. “You look so fucking cute like that. My big strong muscle slut, so weak and helpless before me. I could just eat you up. You’re so weak before me, aren’t you?” You nod you head, slowly. It’s true. You are weak, and they are strong.
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9 Jul
“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.”
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8 Jul
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 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.
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6 Jul
“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.
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5 Jul
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.
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.
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4 Jul
“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.
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.
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3 Jul
Every moment you spent staring into their eyes, was another moment you were sinking. Thoughts being pulled out of you by their gaze. Just falling into trance, not really listening to their words; just letting them wash over you, like soothing water.
And before long, their eyes were all you could see. The pools of control that ignited your submissive desire, your need to submit. You were vaguely aware that their eyes were now above you, and that your knees were on the floor. But that didn’t matter.
Your awareness could only focus on their eyes. You were just a passenger in your body, which moved to their whims, a puppet, and they held your strings. You had no control. Your body was theirs. All you could see was their eyes, and it felt so good.
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