Hypnopum

Their Control

Added 2020-12-07 16:52:39 +0000 UTC

It's been a while since I wrote about being completely and utterly obedient, so here we are, back to an old classic.

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Their control. That’s all there was anymore. Everything else had been consumed by their will.

Your body was theirs.

Your mind was theirs.

Even your pleasure was theirs to give and take as they wished.

All that was left was a blank, empty shell. No thoughts. No will to do anything but please. And you had asked for this. You had begged. Begged to be made into an empty mindless plaything. They had simply given you what you asked for.

Not that you remembered that. Even your memory was inaccessible in this state. It wasn’t needed, not in this simple mindless state you existed in. And as they brought you up, you could still feel it, underneath the layers of consciousness.

The perfect you. The sweet, blank, empty, and obedient puppet, that existed for them to bring out when they desired. For now, you got your thoughts back. Your will, your control. But it could all be taken away again, with just a snap.