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.”

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.

“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.”

“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 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.”

“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.

“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 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. 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.

“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.

“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. 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.

“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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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. “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.

“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.

“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.

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.

“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.