Eyes and hands
Added 2022-11-03 23:51:56 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist leaves you with very little motion, and no control.
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“How much do you need this, toy?” The watch swung. Your hands moved, teased, tested yourself. Out of your control. “This pleasure, mixed with my control?” Your eyes were locked onto the watch. You couldn’t tear yourself away. Couldn’t move any other part of yourself.
Just your hands, and your eyes. And neither of those sets of movements were in your control. Your hypnotist grinned down at you. “You’ve got no say over your body right now, huh, toy? Not that you mind. I know how much you love my control. My bliss. My pleasure.”
Their words were sinking into a mind that had been torn open by pleasure and their overwhelming control. Your mind was a vacuous void for them to fill with their words. “No thoughts of your own, are there? Just my words now. That’s all you need in life, right?”
Their voice took on a tone of mock innocence. “I mean, I’d never make you do anything against your wishes, and my words just sound soooogood. Right?” They laughed, the watch still swinging, your hands still moving, teasing, relentless. “I am right. I’m always right, toy.”
