Why I call you toy - extended

So I was enjoying today's microfiction so much that I decided to extend it, and release it as a £5 exclusive. Again, I'm trying to figure out how I want to do the £5 tier, because writing the longer pieces was proving to be a little too much for me, and this feels more manageable. Regardless, enjoy!

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“Come back up, just enough so that your eyelids flutter open, there we go. Just look into my eyes, toy. Mmm, that’s it. That’s all that needs to exist for you right now. My eyes, and my voice. My eyes pulling you deeper into my power. My voice shaping you into such a weak, helpless toy for me. So obedient. So submissive. A pliable, open mind, for me to play with.

“That’s why I call you toy. You know that?” They laughed. “Well. You don’t know anything right now, do you? But it’s true. I call you toy because you let me play with you.”

They leant down, hand reaching out and brushing their thumb down your cheek, before softly slipping between your lips. Their eyes felt so powerful when they were so close. “Suck, toy. That’s it. Suck the thoughts out of your head for me. Such a good toy. Feels good, doesn’t it? And as you empty your mind, I want you to listen to the words I’m saying, and let them take the place of those useless old thoughts. Let me reprogram you into my perfect toy for the night.”

Your mouth was moving under their power as they spoke the words directly into your mind “Just feel yourself becoming more obedient. Weaker for me. Everything about me just making you want to obey. Whether you’re in trance or not, you’re going to find it harder and harder to tell me no. But that’s okay because you’re my toy, right? and toys obey. Good toy.”

You felt it becoming truer. You were a good toy. And good toys obeyed. “Close your eyes, toy, and follow my finger. Keep sucking.” The finger pulled away, and you, obediently, followed. You let yourself be lead downwards, off the chair, until you were kneeling on the floor. “That’s it, sweetness. Now, keep open your mouth for me.” You did as you were told, and their thumb slid out, quickly replaced by silicone. The dildo filled your mouth, and you let out a soft whimper as it did. Your hypnotist almost purred in enjoyment at the noise. “That’s it, now keep sucking, toy. Still draining your thoughts away. You don’t need them. It feels good to suck. It feels good to do whatever I tell you. All blank and obedient.”

You couldn’t stop, even if you had wanted to. All you wanted to do was whatever you were told. It was all you could do. Your wants had stopped coming into the equation a long time ago. Not that you weren’t enjoying this, on some subconscious level, it was just that right now, your conscious mind wasn’t in the right place to pay attention. “Okay, toy. That’s enough. Open your mouth.”

As you did, they removed the dildo. You felt their hand moving through your hair, taking hold. “Okay toy, come up!” they pulled and you gasped, pain turning to pleasure as your eyes opened, and you saw them standing before you. “Mmm… I should tell you more how good you look like this. Because you are exquisite.” They reached over to the table, and grabbed a glass. “Now, hydrate, toy.” You took the glass without hesitation, too quickly, almost, and drank. They raised an eyebrow. “So, still feeling the need to obey?”

You wanted to say no, to give some sass. But your body, your mouth, spoke before you could really think. “Yes, dominant.” You put your free hand to your mouth, trying to stop the words, but it was too late.

They giggled, clapping their hands together, before walking over to the bed. “Come over here toy, get up on the bed. I’ve got some more… Plans for you.”