Please, break my mind

Your dominant shows you how they want you to beg.

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“Awh, my sweet silly little slut, is your mind breaking yet? Do you want it to?” Your hypnotist held their finger over your forehead. Tantalising, teasing. The trigger was waiting within you. You wanted it so very very badly. “Beg me for it. Beg me to break my slut’s mind.”

You felt something in your mind waver. For the first time in many minutes, your eyes looked away from their finger, suddenly wanting to look anywhere else. Their expression softened, the steel in their eyes fading away. “Can I still touch you, sweetness?”

You nodded, and their finger came up under your chin, letting them get a better look at you. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You squirmed a little bit. They frowned, concern crossing their face. “Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head. “No, no. I just – erm. I panicked. I don’t know what to say?” Your words hung in the air between you. They smiled. You smiled back up at them. They let go of your chin, and straightened up.

“Do you want to continue?” They asked. You nodded.

“Do you want me to give you somethings to repeat, toy?” Their voice had taken on that soft, calm, controlling quality that set your heart racing. Again, you nodded, and this time they laughed, softly, gently, dangerously. They bent down, so their eyes were on a level with yours.

“No, slut. I want you to look me in the eye, and tell me that you want me to tell your stupid, silly, slutty brain what to say.” Their eyes were endless pools that your mind was falling away into.

“I want you to tell me what to say, dominant.” The words were easy.

Your mind was foggy. They smiled, not looking away from your eyes. Their finger came up to your forehead, and with it, came pleasure, and arousal. You were back in this space. “Say ‘please dominant, please fuck my brain with your control.’”

“P-please dominant, please fuck my brain with your control.” You felt their control settling in.

They laughed again. “Good, now, say ‘I want you to make me your brainless, mindless, slut, to play with, and tease, for hours on end.’”.

“I want you to make me your brainless, mindless, slut, to play with, and tease, for hours on end.” It felt more and more natural to repeat.

They leant closer to you. “That’s a good start. Now…” Their finger touched your forehead, and you felt the pleasure, and arousal, crash through your mind.