Ritually bound

The first microfiction for Hypnoween 2021!
A figure approaches you, and takes you away to be their new pet...

CN: Kidnapping, mind control, magic

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They had taken you as you were walking home. A figure approaching you, a wave of their hand, and you felt yourself lose control of your body. It followed them to a small circle of glowing runes on the ground.

Once you were both inside the circle, they said an incantation, and you were gone. Now, you were in a stone walled room, a stone table in the centre. Surrounding the table was another circle of runes. They led your body to the table, and, once they had stripped you, lay you down.

You couldn’t move. Even though you knew you should be screaming, fighting, struggling. Whatever happened next wouldn’t be good.

They came back to the table with a book, which they left, hovering in the air next to you. “Okay, I think I’m ready to begin.” They said, smiling at you.

With that, they seemed to set to work. They took some scissors, cutting a lock of your hair, and scattered it around the circle. Next came a knife. They looked at you, pity crossing their face. “I’m sorry pet, this part is going to hurt. A lot.” And then the knife touched your skin.

You could feel the pain, like a searing scream echoing from your leg. You felt something press to the skin under the cut, collecting the blood. You felt tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t do anything to fight back. Your body was out of your control.

You saw them wave their hand over your eyes, and you felt your tears pulled from your skin, into the air, and saw them land in the vial, mixing with your blood. They placed one single strand of your hair that remained into the vial, and began to chant.

And as they chanted, you felt… Something. It wasn’t a force. It was softer than that. A feeling of intensity and warmth that was slowly spreading through you. You could see the runes’ glow intensify below the table as the chanting reached a crescendo.

And that feeling was building inside you as well. It was turning into something… strange. A floaty mixture of arousal, of need, and of bliss, flowing through you, changing you. It felt so good to feel this way. And then they held the vial up to their lips, and drank.

Instantly, you felt those feelings of arousal, of need, of bliss, tethered to them. Like a leash that they held, you could feel warmth, and love of your new owner blossoming within you. You could feel that you had control again. You didn’t want to fight anymore. Why would you?