Two rules
Added 2022-01-03 10:30:13 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist can reshape your mind as much as is needed, but two things will always be true.
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The two of you worked in tandem. You provided the willing material; and they took that material, and then, they worked what felt like magic on it. One day, you were their pet. To be cherished, and taught tricks, barely able to speak, only make sounds. You were their good pet.
Another day, another hypnotic reshaping of your mind, you were their toy. To play with, to be used. And they did love to use you. They did delight in the noises their toy made. The moans of pleasure. The way its words failed it as its thoughts fell away. You were their good toy.
On a different day, you were their doll. To dance, and be pretty. To be dressed up, and again used. But more gently this time. This usage was calmer. More peaceful. They didn’t want to break you today. Only to see your glassy eyes, and perfect smile. You were their good doll.
And on more days still, you were there servant, their submissive, their plaything. But throughout all of the days, two rules were always true. You were theirs, and you were good. No matter what shape your mind took that day. You were theirs, and you were good.
