Trust
Added 2022-06-07 22:43:48 +0000 UTCYou trust your hypnotist, don't you?
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“You trust me, don’t you toy?” Your hypnotist’s hand in your hair keeps you upright, looking into their eyes. Those endless pools of trance that take all your thoughts away. “You trust me to do whatever I want to your weak mind, don’t you?”
Their other hand began to trace down your body. Slowly, tantalisingly. Their touch sent ripples over your sensitive skin. “To do whatever I want to your needy, helpless body.” A nail dragged over your nipple, and you gasped, mind reeling. It felt so good to be at their mercy.
To know that they had no mercy. “Your all mine now, toy. And when I’m done with you…” That hand came back up to your chin, refocusing your eyes on theirs. Their thumb slipped inside your mouth, and you began to suck. “You won’t remember being anything else.”
