Control

Your partner has been brainwashing you for a while. Tonight, they said they were going to take complete control. Did it work?

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“Okay, one more time sweetie. What’s your name?” Your partner holds your chin up with one finger, looking down at you, a smile playing across their lips.

Your mind can’t think. Can’t begin to think about thinking. But the answer falls out of your lips. “T-toy…”

They laugh, a sound that feels so good to hear. “Good, good toy! And… What do you do?”

Again, your mind can’t think of an answer for itself. But the brainwashing and programming has done what it needed to. You don’t need to think of an answer. It comes out automatically.

“I obey.” Your voice is soft, nearly emotionless. You are their toy, to play with, to control. No thoughts. No will. Just a plaything.

“Very well done toy…” They pause, considering your glassy eyes. “Now, Let’s see how this works when you’re not completely fractionated to hell.”

Five minutes later, you’re back up. You want to go back under. It felt so good to be so thoroughly mind fucked. They’re making you wait. They say they want to test “it” first. You’re not 100% sure what “it” is. Some of what happened whilst you were under is a little fuzzy.

Finally, they take the glass of water from your hand, and stand, pulling you to your feet. They look you in the eye, and nod. “Okay then, let’s try this. Toy, kneel.”

Your knees buckle before you’ve processed what they said. You’re on the floor, looking up at them. And the pleasure you feel is incredible.

Their eyes seem to shine with delight, as they smile down at you. “Oooh… Okay, let’s keep going. Toy, lie down.”

Again, your body obeys, automatically, you don’t get a say in it happening, you just lie there, waiting for their next order. It’s so easy to obey like this.

The next few minutes are a flurry of commands.

“Toy, roll over.”

“Toy, kneel.”

“Toy, strip, slowly for me.”

“Toy, beg to kiss me.”

“Toy, freeze.”

And like that, your body is immobile. On your knees, mouth slightly open, the word you were saying, died on your throat.

They laugh, and bend down, inspecting your naked body. “Okay, toy. I know you’re going to love this next part. Because I know how much you love to obey. I know how much you love to lose control. Lucky you, because I love to have control. And now, I have control of you.”