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Who the fuck are you and why are you in my bed?

WTF. No I won’t stare into your eyes, you freak!

Well they are kinda of pretty.

You’re right. I should relax.

Yea, I should strip naked so you can look at my body.

Yes Sir. I will bounce on your cock.

Yes Master. I am yours.

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Mantra Time!

Thank you to @myeverydaythoghts for telling me about this one! I spent a ton of time just repeating it to myself while browsing and it only felt fair to record some of those repetitions!!

By the end, I was so gone that the only thing I could do was to grunt and roll my eyes, and mmnghfh it was really cool >//<

P.S.: If you have any mantras you'd love to see me repeat, feel free to send them over! I'd be more than happy to try them out~

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You felt it again, that pull. The one that had become so familiar, threading through your mind like a tether you were supposed to resist, but never truly could. Resistance was a ritual, a performance. Failure was inevitable.

Your legs weakened beneath you, and you sank to your knees, powerless to do otherwise. When you looked up, your eyes were vacant, beautifully hollow, exactly the way I had trained them to be.

Your jaw slackened, lips parting as if waiting for instruction, a faint line of drool glistening at the corner of your mouth.

I smiled down at you, calm and certain. 

Yes… this is what you’re for. Time to put that empty mind, that pretty mouth, to proper use.

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Sending them under so often that you can see their eyes start to haze the second you put your fingers together. Like yes, expect me to send you under every time you look at me. Be addicted and ready to get commanded, what a good hypno slut you've become.

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You lay back on the bed, sighing. Your resistance was going well. “Just – just give me a moment to-” Your partner interrupted you by straddling you.

“Give you a moment to what, take a break? Put those struggling thoughts back together?” They smirked.”

As they leant down, they let their full weight sink onto your hips. “I don’t think so. You wanted to try resisting. You never said I had to make it easy. And from the way that your excuses have dried up…” They got so close to you, their forearms resting either side of your head.

You could feel their breath on your cheek. “Come on… Just because I’m this close to you, you can resist, can’t you? Try, toy. Give me something, anything.” They said.

You blinked, trying to force your thoughts into some semblance of order, trying to parse anything.

And then they bit your neck, and your sensitive body betrayed you with a whimper. Any amount of order fled your thoughts, and you gave into the pleasure, instantly. They laughed, as they sat up. “Okay, toy. It’s time to drop. Unless you want to keep resisting?”

You shook your head weakly. You just wanted more. More of them. More of their power. They smiled, eagerly, hungrily. “Good.” They brushed a finger down your forehead as they said “Power off.” Your eyelids closed, your mind was gone, all resistance obliterated.

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This was released yesterday on patreon (patreon.com/hypnopum) and subscribestar (https://www.subscribestar.adult/hypnopum)! Support me there to get early access to all future microfictions, from just £1/month! Or, from £5/month, you get access to my longer pieces!

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Staying in the space of submissiveness is not always easy, but it is always worth it.

The world constantly pushes you to stand tall, take control, and lead when what your soul truly craves is the opposite: to kneel, to let go, to serve. That pull away from your natural submissive self can be exhausting, leaving you restless and unsettled. The peace you long for only comes when you remain anchored in your submission.

Submission is not just an act you perform when commanded; it’s a state of being...it’s the way you breathe, the way you think, the way you choose to carry yourself every single day. To stay in that space means nurturing it, feeding it, and protecting it from the distractions of the outside world. It means remembering that service is not weakness; it is strength and it is your truth.

When you hold yourself in that submissive space, everything shifts. Obedience becomes natural, humility feels grounding, and service fills you with pride instead of shame. You stop fighting the instincts that make you who you are and instead lean into them with your whole heart. And when you do, you find not just obedience, but a calm purpose and deep belonging.

Stay in that submissive space. It is not just where you kneel; it is where you are whole.

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Serve a true Master and you’ll find the kind of peace the world can’t offer.

Most people spend their lives chasing meaning, trying to fill their minds with endless noise. But a sub who gives himself fully, without holding back, knows a deeper truth: the moment of surrender is when the struggle ends. Doubt, fear, and confusion all fall away when you kneel before strength greater than your own.

Serving a true Master isn’t about losing yourself...it’s about finally becoming yourself. You are stripped of the false masks, the pretenses, the fight against your own nature. In obedience, you discover freedom. In service, you discover belonging. And in His control, you discover the calm you’ve been searching for all along.

That is the gift of surrender: not emptiness, but peace.

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"Remember when you used to say you were a dom top, slave?"

"Yes, Master Sir. I was such a pathetic liar back then, Master Sir."

"Aren't you glad I showed you who you truly are?"

"Yes, Master Sir. Thank you for enslaving me!"

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“There’s something you should know, toy, before you take this step, toy.” You hypnotist said, smiling at you as they produced a pocket watch, turning it in their hand. “It’s… Permanent. Not in the sense that it’s undoable. Anything I do to you, any changes we make, are reversible.”

They reached out to you, caressing your cheek. “But it will have happened to you. And you won’t be able to forget that. It’ll sit in your mind. I’ll sit in your mind. Each moment of this session will be seared onto your brain, like a brand on your soul.”

You were nodding along. You wanted this. They took a moment, to glance at their pocket watch, before they let it hang before your eyes. “You’re so eager. So ready to dive into devotion. Just remember, I warned you, toy. There’s no going back.”

The watch began to swing, and your mind began to slip. You had been dreaming of this for so long, and now you were here, and it was happening to you. You wanted it to change you. This was going to alter you, and you welcomed it, with open arms.

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This was released yesterday on patreon (patreon.com/hypnopum) and subscribestar (https://www.subscribestar.adult/hypnopum)! Support me there to get early access to all future microfictions, from just £1/month! Or, from £5/month, you get access to my longer pieces!

You can also buy my book, Mesmorium, now, on Amazon, and Smashwords. It's an anthology of twelve tales of deliciously hot hypnosis and mind control. It's queer, and sexy as hell!

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