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[hypnopum]

You glanced at the timer. Twenty minutes until you were allowed to touch, until the trigger wore off. You were desperate. Needy. A longing that you didn’t realise was in you was welling up inside your chest. Your fingers itched to reach between your legs.

Ten minutes. It was so close. Your mind couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to touch. To get lost in the bliss of pleasure. Each minute felt like an agonising delay in your mind. You could almost hear your hypnotist’s taunting giggles.

Five minutes. Your hands were nearly vibrating with the need to touch. The desire to feed your pleasure hungry mind. But your body wouldn’t obey you. Your hands wouldn’t actually move. But the timer was counting down still. You were so close now.

The timer finally went off. Your hands slid between your legs as fast as they could. Your mind was reeling with need, and then… Everything was fading, as the alarm continued to ring out from your phone. Your arms felt weak. Your whole body had gone limp. What-

“And awake.” Your hypnotist said, snapping their fingers, smiling eagerly. “Did I trick you, plaything? Was that mean? I didn’t lie… You were allowed to touch once the timer ran out. I just… Didn’t mention that the timer sent you into trance. It’s okay. Maybe I’ll let you touch next time.”

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[hypnopum]

“Pain is pleasure.” Your hypnotist said, snapping their fingers. You knew those words were meant to do something, but you couldn’t remember what. Until the thud of their paddle hitting your ass reverberated around the room, and bliss radiated through you.

You let out a soft moan as they landed another blow, and another. The pleasure was so intense. “There we go. Doesn’t that feel good, toy? Now, I need you to stay still. Can you do that for me?” They asked. You nodded, eager for more. “Excellent.”

They brought the paddle down sharply, landing it squarely on your butt cheek. The warmth of the blow mixed with the warmth of the pleasure, leaving you feeling slightly giddy. “One.” They lifted it, and this time landed it on the other cheek. “Two.”

It felt like the pleasure was amplifying, radiating through you. Their other hand brushed gently down your back, cupping your right ass cheek, giving it a little squeeze. “I know, it feels good. And this is only number two.” They lifted the paddle, and gave your butt cheek another tap.

It was softer than the last few had been. But still, it felt nice. “Three.” They said. And this time they slammed the paddle down harder than before. “Four.” It took a second for your body to react, before you were moaning, and writing, as the pleasure danced inside you.

They gasped, and tutted, pulling their free hand away from your back where they had been idly drawing circles with their fingers. “Ah, ah, ah… I told you not to move toy. And you disobeyed. So… Time for punishment. Pain is pain.” They snapped their fingers again.

The warm, pleasant feelings radiating from your smacked ass became sharper, less joyous. You let out a yelp. “And now we get to finish this without the bliss of pleasure. All because you wouldn’t obey. Now, keep still again toy. This can get worse.” They said, lifting the paddle.

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[hypnopum]

“Careful, toy. You’ve been slipping into this state for a while now, huh?” Your hypnotist’s voice filtered through the haze of pleasure that had been seeping into your mind and body for- you couldn’t tell how long it had been. You felt their hand replacing yours.

Their touch was ecstasy. “Each drop of pleasure takes you deeper. And you should take care. If you go too deep, you might not come back the same.” You felt your mouth contort in bliss, moans slipping from your lips. “But then again, you might not want to at this point.”

Each word was pulsing through your brain. Filling your mind with a need for more. A desperate desire for more pleasure. To sink deeper into this space. “That’s it. Such a good, mindfucked toy.” Their hand sped up. “Say your mantra for me, plaything.”

“I-I-I’mmm a- I’m a pleasure sslut. I neeeeed pleasure.” The words were a struggle to grasp.

They were laughing, as their hand pulled you further into bliss. “Good job. Again.”

“I’mmm a- fuck- a- a pleasure slut. I need- I need- mmmf… I need pleasure.” Their hand wasn’t slowing down.

“That’s it. Just keep repeating your mantra. Let it sink deeper into your head. You’re a pleasure slut. That’s what you are. What you always will be. A pleasure slut for me. So needy, and so desperate.” Their hand pulled away, and you let out a desperate whine.

“But need and desire don’t mean you can cum, toy. You can keep touching yourself though.” Your hands slipped between your legs, hungry, eager, barely keeping control of yourself. You heard them laugh again. “You look so fucking needy right now. It’s pathetic. I love it, toy.”

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[hypnopum]

“Come here, sweetie. Play with me, in this space.” Your hypnotist held out a hand, beckoning you towards them. Obediently, you let your feet carry you towards them. A soft smile crossed their lips. “That’s it. Such a good toy. So obedient. It’s time to fall, plaything.”

They hands began to dance before your eyes. Fingers fluttering. It was so easy to stare. “Fall into my words. Fall into my control.” They said, fingers still moving, up, down, left right, forwards, backwards. You could feel yourself moving with them. Just your eyes at first.

But then it was your head. And before long you were gently swaying with the motion of their fingers. “You’re doing so well. Such an easily distracted toy, aren’t you? You’re going to fall so far for me, sweetie. And then you’re going to fall even further.”

Their hand suddenly lurched towards them, and you followed suit, leaning, then toppling. Their arms caught you as they told you to “Sleep. That’s it. You followed my hand so well, so easily, and now you just get to keep on drifting, and dropping, and sinking for me. Good toy.”

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[hypnopum]

“Awh, plaything, did that feel good? Can you remember how long it’s been? Or have the spirals taken your brain away?” Your hypnotist was standing before you, the VR headset they had just pulled off you held in their hands. You blinked, trying to focus.

It was difficult. Every time you blinked, you could see the spirals, spinning, still imprinted on your mind. “That’s okay.” Your hypnotist said, taking your silence as an answer. “I don’t need you to be able to think. In fact, you just let the spirals continue to spin in your mind’s eye.”

They had put the headset down, and now grabbed you by the hand, pulling you up from the chair, towards the bed. “Just stay blank, and mindless, mind spiralised. I just need your mouth from here on out.” They lay back on the bed, directing your head between their legs.

How long had they been naked? You… that didn’t matter. Your mind couldn’t comprehend. There was only one thing to do, and that was obey, so your mouth began to move, automatically, whilst your mind sank deeper into the spirals. You were their toy, you didn’t need to think.

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[hypnopum]

“Honey, you’re sure you want to try resisting?” Your hypnotist gave you a bemused look. “We both know you’re bad at it. We both know that once my voice begins to wrap around your mind, that you end up following my words into helpless, brainless blankness.”

They leant forwards, and you struggled to push their words out of your head. “So, stop being foolish, plaything. Just stare into my eyes.” You found yourself obeying, your gaze meeting theirs. They gave you a smile. “That’s it. Feel your world narrowing. Focus on me.”

You blinked, trying to find the willpower to look away, to stop this descent that you could feel coming over you. “Focus on my words. On my power. Resistance isn’t an option, is it, toy?” They brought a hand up, one finger extended towards your forehead.

Your gaze was torn, jumping between the finger, and their eyes. “We both know that you can’t help but give in, especially when it feels so good to do so. Feel how weak you’ve already become.” You had gotten so lost in trying to figure out what to look at.

You had forgotten about resisting. “And you’re getting weaker and weaker with every second you spend staring, trying to decide. You’re already sinking for me. Just give up. Give in. Surrender.” Their finger tapped you on the forehead, and your mind shut down.”

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[hypnopum]

Your hypnotist raised a hand, facing upwards, with a single finger pointed at you, and beckoned. “Come closer to me, my weak willed plaything.” They said. Your feet moved, slow, clumsy steps. Your mind was so dazed. So blank. It was impossible to think.

“There we go. Closer to me. Closer to my power. Now, kneel before my chair.” They pointed downwards with that finger, and again, your body obeyed. Obedience was the only thing that made sense. You didn’t have a brain to comprehend resistance. Only their will mattered.

You felt their hand on your shoulder. “All the way down, hands and knees for me.” They adjusted your position manually, leaning forwards in their chair. Once you were where they wanted you, you heard them lean back, and felt their boots come to rest on your back.

“That’s it, plaything. You get to be useful for me. You get to be an object I can get some relief from, even if it’s just for a moment. So let your body lock into this position, object. Just a footstool, for me to rest my feet on. Switch your mind off, and sink into your new reality.”

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[hypnopum]

“Awh, I know, I know, plaything. This is torture for you. You want to cum so badly, don’t you?” Your partner cooed, cupping your chin with one hand. “Keep going.” Your hands resumed their torturous motions between your legs. “How long have I teased you for now, pet?”

“Do you even remember when this began?” You weren’t able to begin to think of it. They waved their other hand before your face, wafting the question out of your mind. “Regardless, it doesn’t matter. I’ve pushed you to the brink, over and over again.”

That was true. You could feel it. The tingling, all-encompassing pressure. All through your body. “The only thing holding you back from orgasm is my power. My words. My control. But that just makes it feel better.” You let out a soft moan, and they smiled. “Uh-huh, yeah, it does…”

They took a moment to look you over, before their gaze returned to your eyes. “Because you know that no matter how much you want to cum, how much you need it. You can’t. Because you’re my little hypnotised plaything.” They said it with a small giggle.

“Only able to touch, unable to cum.” You let out another desperate moan. Because that’s how I want you. Keep touching. I didn’t say stop. We’ve got so much deeper to dive into pleasure before we’re done here. I’m looking forward to seeing how desperate you get, plaything.”

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[hypnopum]

“Oh, my love, you’ve found yourself in a bit of a bind, haven’t you?” Your partner cooed. They were so close to you, meeting your gaze.  “You want to keep sinking into my eyes, but the longer you stare, the more your eyelids want to close.” They pouted slightly.

“It’s so unfair, if they close, you can’t see my beautiful eyes anymore, but if you keep on staring, you know your eyes will shut.” Your eyelids drooped, feeling like there were weights attached to them. “What do you do? Can you even choose to look away at this point?”

Your mind scrambled for a moment, trying to find the space to think. “Or have you passed the point of no return, where all you can do is sink, and stare, and slowly let your mind and body succumb to my control? Do you even know?” You didn’t know anything. And that felt okay.

“Or are you too focused on staring into my eyes and letting your mind turn to mush? It’s okay. I’ll let you in on a secret. You know what my eyes look like. So even when you close your own, you’ll still be able to see mine, in your mind. Close your eyes, there’s a good toy.”

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[hypnopum]

Your partner was speaking, talking about some product that they didn’t like. “I mean, it’s not like the world really needs more stupid stuff dropping into it. Not when you can just drop for me.” Their tone had shifted. It took a few moments for you to register what they had said.

The second your brain caught up, the trigger hit you. Your eyes rolled upwards, before sliding shut. Your body slumped back into your chair. Your thoughts had scattered to the wind. Your partner laughed. “You’re so easy to control, plaything.” They said.

They took a few moments, before you felt one of their hands gently brush up your cheek. “But… Come back up for me.” Your eyes opened, your mind felt a little spacey, but aware. They were smiling at you. “Do you understand how hot that is to me?”

As they leant forwards, your spaced out mind wobbled slightly. You were clinging to awareness, but they were the anchor for it. “How casually I can control you? Wrap my words around your mind and just pull? It’s incredible. You’re just such a weak, sleepy plaything for me.”

You were getting lost in their words. Lost in their eyes as they came closer to you. They blinked, you blinked, your thoughts felt hazier. Their smile widened, you felt a silly grin plastered on your face. “And up!” They leant back, snapping their fingers. You blinked.

What- How- You felt so very lost. They wrapped you in their arms. “Awh, honey. Shh. It’s okay. I know, you’re confused. You’re so easy to control. I don’t even need to put too much effort into it. You’re so willing to drop for me. You’re so weak. So completely mine.”

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[hypnopum]

“Such a sleepy, mindless toy for me.” Your hypnotist’s finger brushed under your jaw, the slight tugging sensation drawing you forwards. You teetered, mind wobbling, your muscles too relaxed to provide any support. The only thing holding you up was their finger.

“And you only get sleepier, more mindless, the longer you hang on to my every word. The longer you’re left, dangling on the precipice of trance. It’s so hard to think, isn’t it? It’s so hard to comprehend anything. You’re my sleepy, mindless toy.”

The finger slipped out from under your chin. For a second you were in free-fall. Slumping forwards, mind vanished like a puff of smoke. And you continued to fall, until their other hand pulled your head to their chest. A soft landing. “There we go, that’s better, isn’t it?”

They were brushing one hand through your hair. Each repetitive stroke dragged your thoughts a little deeper. “So deep. So mindless. So wonderfully blank for me. No need to think, just need to sink, and slip, and drift away, into sweet, blissful, pleasant dreams.”

You were struggling to maintain awareness. The rhythmic brushing of your hair, the soft tone of their voice, it was all lulling you into a vague blankness. “Just dream for me. Dream of pleasure, and submission, and obedience. That’s a good, sleepy, mindless toy.”

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[hypnopum]

“Oh, my sweet prey…” Your hypnotist said, brushing a hand gently down your arm. “I am the spider, weaving my words as a cocoon around your mind.” Every touch of theirs left you feeling more and more peaceful. The sticky web was getting stuck in your thoughts.

“And the longer you sink into this relaxing web of control, the more you’re going to be changed.” That idea excited you, even as your thoughts continued to get stuck in place. “Transformed into my plaything. My toy. But that won’t be a bad thing. It might be… Painful, at times.”

Their hands continued to dance over your body, feather light touches that left you more and more immobile. Just like their words immobilised your thoughts. “But it’ll be pleasurable more often than that. Feel my words wrapping tighter around that head of yours.”

And now you did feel the cocoon. Drawn tight around your mind. Plunging you into sweet, blissful darkness. Constricting, and cutting things off outside of it. “Plucking strings of unnecessary thought like free will, self control, resistance, away. You don’t need them.”

The transformation felt wonderful. Those concepts scattered from your mind, removed so effortlessly. “Let me replace those strands of you with better ones.” They began to draw patterns over your forehead with their fingers. “Submission, obedience.”

You shivered as those two slipped into your mind. “An overwhelming desire to give in to me. You’re going to feel so good once I’m done with you, toy. So just give in. Let me weave my control around you, bind you to me. And then we’ll get to really play, just how I want to.”

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[hypnopum]

Your mind was focused on your hypnotist’s lips. Venomous words dripped, slowly, softly from them, into your mind. Each one like a drop of water, eroding your willpower. Washing away your control. And you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Couldn’t shut them out.

You didn’t want to shut them out, if you were honest. If you could be honest, if you could find any space in your mind that hadn’t been flooded by them. They had moved closer now, brought their lips towards you. The proximity made every word that came from them feel… More.

More real. More powerful. More all consuming. And there was a shine to their lips. A softness. You weren’t really paying attention to the words they were saying. They were just flowing into your mind, making the changes that needed to be made. But that didn’t matter.

They leant down, planted their lips on yours. The moment elongated. It could have been a few seconds, or a minute, or an hour, you didn’t know, you didn’t care. It felt incredible. And then you were slipping, eyes closing. Still picturing their lips.

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[hypnopum]

“What do you want me to do to you, toy?” Your hypnotist asked, smirking down at you as they walked slowly past you, going to grab their glass of water. You thought. What did you want? Several thoughts crossed your mind, but you held back, what if-

“Speak, toy.” They snapped their fingers as they gave the command.

Your mouth opened. The fantasies spilled out. “I want you to make me moan your name. I want you to break my mind down piece by piece until there’s nothing left of the original me, then remake me.”

You tried to bring a hand up to cover your mouth, your face turning red at the fantasies you were openly admitting to them. But your hand didn’t move. More annoyingly, your mouth wouldn’t stop moving. More and more salacious, erotic thoughts left your lips.

Each wishful fantasy left you feeling more embarrassed, more ashamed. Your hypnotist stepped closer, and placed a finger to your lips. Your mouth stopped moving. They were smiling, smugly. “That’s better, you’ve given me a few things I can work with there.”

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[hypnopum]

“P-please n-n-no.” Your said, barely able to control your voice.

Your hypnotist let out a half laugh, hand still between your legs. “No? No what, plaything?”

“D-d-mmm… Cum. Don’t ma- fuck. Don’tmakemecum.” You dangled, dangerously close to the edge of orgasm.

It had been such a struggle to get the words out. Your hypnotist’s hand slowed, barely. Just enough to keep you on the edge. “And why don’t you want to cum?”

Your moans interrupted you, and your hypnotist’s hand slowed even more.

“I- Mmm – edging is pleasure. Pleasure is programming. Programming is edging. Cumming stops the programming. Cumming stops the pleasure. Cumming stops the edging.” The second your brain could think, the mantra slipped from your lips, a fundamental truth.

The hand between your legs stopped moving. Your hypnotist was looking down at you triumphantly. You met their gaze, confused. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

They stayed still for a moment, still smiling down at you. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking how far you’ve come.”

“What’s that mean?”

They didn’t answer immediately, instead beginning to slowly move their hand again. “Just that I’m impressed at how quickly you’ve come around to my way of thinking. You used to be so into getting off… But now? After a bit of programming? You’re an edge slut.”

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[hypnopum]

“Stare into my eyes, toy.” Your hypnotist said.

For a second you considered it. But they had told you to resist. They had told you not to just give in. So you resolutely continued to not meet their gaze.

You heard them sigh. “I said… Stare!” Their voice was sharper. A command.

And your mind heard that tone of voice and knew exactly what to do. You had to obey. That was just the fact of it. As your eyes met theirs, your vision passed over their mouth, grinning, eagerly. “That’s more like it.” They said. “Just stare. You can already feel it, can’t you?”

You knew exactly what they were talking about. The sensation of mindlessness, stealing over your brain was proof of that. The way your thoughts had all just melted into nothingness. Your hypnotist pulled you closer to them, one hand on your waist, the other on your shoulder.

Their touch was soft, but irresistible. “Such a good, obedient pet. For me. So helplessly programmed to do what you’re told. Kneel.” The hand on your shoulder gave the slightest pressure downwards, and you sank onto your knees. Their smile widened. “That’s it.”

You couldn’t look away from their eyes. You couldn’t stop staring. They had you, trapped in their control. They let out a soft laugh. “I should really stop asking you to resist. We both know you can’t. You’re too much of a subby weakling to even begin to try.”

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[hypnopum]

“Ah, ah, ah, toy. I told you not to drop. Come back up!” Your hypnotist said, mischievously.

Your eyes opened, as your mind reassembled itself. Your hypnotist was grinning at you. “Yeah, but you also told me not to look away from the pocket watch. It’s hardly fair tha-”

They pressed a finger to your lips, cutting over you. “Fair? Who said anything about it being fair? Fair isn’t what I was going for, toy.” They pulled their hand back, and lifted their pocket watch again. “I wanted to see how well you resisted. So, let’s try again. Stare.”

You did as you were told. Truthfully, the moment the pocket watch started swinging, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. “That’s it. Just watch. Try to resist. Try to fight the feelings my voice creates in your mind. The sensation of sinking deeper with every swing of the watch.”

Your eyelids were already feeling heavy, and fluttery. They were smirking at you now. Enjoying this. “Come on. Don’t give in to sweet, sleepy submission yet. You can do better than this. Resist!” Their words felt so tempting. That tone of voice they used was… Sneaky.

It wasn’t that noticeable. But the slowly shifting into a lilting tone of voice just made it so easy to sink. So easy to focus on nothing else but their words, and the pocket watch, and… and… “Awake!” They had snapped their fingers. You opened your eyes. When did they close?

“Once more, plaything. You’re barely even trying to resist. Come on. Give it some effort.” The pocket watch was already swinging as they spoke. “Or are you already giving it all the effort you can? Is it too late for you? Are you too programmed already? Can you resist?”

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