Marked for submission

I was toying with the idea of a hypnotic curse. Compulsion might be the better term, or geas. Something that slowly worms it's way in. Changes you. And this is what came of it.

CW: CNC (ish), and brainwashing.

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You couldn’t understand their words. But as they had just told you, you didn’t need to. You could feel them. Feel them changing you. Your brain, which just a few moments ago had been full of thoughts, of ideas, was now full of fog.

Of wisps of strands of thought that you couldn’t cling on to, no matter how much you tried. Your ideas were all funnelling away, leaving one idea behind. Obey them. Worship them. Nothing feels as good as obeying and worshipping them.

You wanted to be on your knees. You wanted to be at their mercy. To be… To be… Theirs. To toy with. To play with. And. And. Wait. The fog was disappearing from your mind. You tried desperately to hold onto it as your thoughts returned. This wasn’t fair.

You were so desperate. You pleaded, in your semi-lucid state, for more. They paused, one hand tracing over your cheek. A nail softly scraping in fluid movements. And those feelings rushed back, for a single moment, and then, you were yourself again.

Had there been someone standing before you? Why were you so turned on? What- what had just happened? Why could you feel a mark on your cheek? You couldn’t see it.

* -Time-Passes- *

That was then. Now… Now the urge to submit to others is growing, day by day.

You don’t know what that person did to you. But it changed you. You can feel it. You found ways to serve others. To be a good toy for them. And it’s all felt so good. Each day the need gets stronger. Each day the pleasure of submission grows.

So, when finally, they find you again, you’ve practiced. You’ve found your inner submissive. No matter who you are in your day to day life, people can make you theirs so easily. But compared to the person who made you this way, all else pales in comparison.

When you see them, you know to follow. When they point downwards, you know to drop to your knees. When they snap their fingers, you know your mind needs to shut down. They marked you to  make sure you trained, and now, they have claimed you.