No Self-Control
Added 2022-09-10 14:05:08 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist proves how little control you have over your own body.
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“Oh no toy, not yet. Do you think you or your impulses have any control 0ver your body? Try to move. Try to move your arm.” Your hypnotist smirked as they you struggled to exert your will over your own body, to no avail. “No? Okay, how about a hand?”
You tried to focus on your hand, tried to focus on getting it to move an inch. Every bit of concentration only succeeded in making your hand feel more frozen. More stuck. Your hypnotist laughed as the seconds passed by. “Still nothing? Oh toy. How much self-control is left?”
They leant forwards, taking your arm, and moving it, posing it, extended out, towards them. “I’d say there isn’t any, is there? Not when I have such complete control over your body. Over your mind. No direction except for that which I give you, huh, toy?”
They stood, moving around behind you. With the lightest pressure, they stood you up, spreading your arms, your legs, leaving your naked body exposed. “Oh I love you like this toy. And I know you love it too. Blank, empty, and oh so ready for me to play with you.”
One of their hands traced down your back. Another down your chest. For a few minutes, they just touched, explored, leaving you lost in a sea of sensations that they had complete control over. It was exquisite. Finally, they came to face you, and planted a kiss on your lips.
