Words, taken
Added 2022-02-08 17:57:25 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist takes your words. Will they give them back? Do you want them back?
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Your mind was so foggy, so hazy. Their words had taken your thoughts. Taken your mind. Left their words in its place. “Speak, toy.” The command cut through the mist blanketing your mind. You tried to obey. To say the mantra that the command required. But your mouth wouldn’t work.
A soft moan escaped, as your mind tried to create words that didn’t exist. Your hypnotist laughed. “Awh, sweetie. Those aren’t the words. That isn’t words at all. Have you forgotten how to talk?” Their hand gently cupped your chin, rocking your head back and forth, nodding.
“That’s it. You silly sleepy toy, forgetting how to talk. But it’s okay. You don’t need to talk. You don’t need to speak right now. No. I can speak for you. I can speak for your mind.” They paused, as a sudden idea came to them. They knelt down, getting closer to you.
And then they continued talking, right into your empty mind. “In fact, until I say ‘Terminus’, you’re going to find yourself unable to speak. Even when you’re back up, out of trance. You might be able to think, but your mouth won’t be able to make the words form. Okay, toy?”
Your hypnotist was smiling as they brought you back up, the haze of trance dropping off of your mind slowly. You felt yourself coming back together. And then they began to talk to you. And you nodded, you shook your head, but you couldn’t speak.
Even when you really wanted to. Even when they were teasing you, telling you that if you begged, with your words, they would give you pleasure. Then they would laugh. Laugh at how helpless you were. How easily they had taken your words. They could give them back, if you’d like.
