Stripped
Added 2022-02-02 16:28:14 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist asks you to strip for them, as you begin your session.
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“Okay toy. You can begin to strip for me now. With every item of clothing that comes off, you can feel your sweet hypnotised mind giving in more and more. Losing a little more of the you that exists outside. Becoming more and more submissive. Get started, toy.”
Your hypnotist sat in the chair and watched, as you slowly peeled your clothes off, one by one. Feeling your mind melting. Feeling your brain emptying. Submissive thoughts filling your head. Each item of clothing left you feeling less and less like your usual self, in the real world.
No, in here, you were your hypnotist’s toy. Their plaything. To do with as they will. You left your will at the door, or, in this case, on the floor. Each item of clothing was another layer of your ego being stripped away, until, naked, there was nothing left but submission.
And then your hypnotist stood, and came closer to you, trailing one arm over your shoulders as they walked round you. “Right, that’s it toy. Now that we’ve stripped your body, let’s get to work on stripping your mind.” They came back to face you and held up a hand, ready to snap.
