Strength
Added 2021-07-09 08:12:02 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist had been making you into their muscle slut for a while now. A bimbo who loved to work out. And now they want to show you how powerless you still are.
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“Awh, what’s wrong? Is my big strong bimbo having trouble using those big dumb muscles?” Your hypnotist had you pinned. They were straddling you, and laughing as they tickled you, mercilessly. “Are those big muscles getting weaker and weaker pet?”
Once again, you could feel your strength draining from you. Now you were barely able to lift your limbs, let alone try to push them off, to get away form their hands as they teasingly brushed against sensitive areas. Tingles were sparking through your body, making you squirm.
And it felt so good to be like this. Powerless under them. This body that they had helped you sculpt was helpless before them. A puppet, a doll for them to play with. Strong, muscled, but unable to disobey, and currently unable to use any of the muscles.
All you could do was squirm, as their tickling fingers moved from armpit, to your sides, occasionally dipping somewhere more sensitive, making your gasp and moan, mixing in with the laughter. Finally, they stopped, and you were stuck there, gasping for breath.
They stood, looking down at you. “You look so fucking cute like that. My big strong muscle slut, so weak and helpless before me. I could just eat you up. You’re so weak before me, aren’t you?” You nod you head, slowly. It’s true. You are weak, and they are strong.
