Tell me
Added 2021-12-15 17:11:40 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist helps you to admit your desires to them...
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“Tell me, sweetie. Tell me you want me to fuck your mind, until what’s left can barely be called a mind, let alone yours.” They have extended a hand, inviting you to take it, to take up the offer. You put your hand in theirs, but they do not pull you up off of your seat.
“No, sweetie. I know that that means yes, but I want you to say it. I want you to admit it. You can do that for me. Can’t you?” You felt the urge to obey fighting with your fear at saying such a thing aloud. You could feel yourself blushing. They came closer to you.
Their hand left your hand, and they pulled your chin up, so you were looking up, into their eyes. “Hush now toy. You don’t need to feel embarrassed. Let yourself sink into my eyes, just a little bit, just enough to let that embarrassment drop away.”
You felt it. You felt your thoughts getting simpler. You felt your eyes go a little glassy, body relaxing, slightly. They must have seen it too, for they smiled, as they spoke. “Good, now, tell me you want me to fuck your mind, until it’s ruined and broken.”
You opened your mouth, and the words fell out, so easily, so effortlessly. But softly. Their smile widened. “Good, sweetie. Now say it again. Louder. Make me believe you want it.” You did, slightly louder, though small hints of shame clung to you. They took your hand.
“Once more, I nearly believe you. Come on!” And as you said it this time, full of conviction, they pulled you up, out of the seat. You found yourself held, safe, and secure in their arms, eyes, inches away from your own. “Good! I’m glad you want it. I very much want it too…”
