Poor little Sarah, what had started out as an innocent exploration into the world of hypno fetish had clearly gotten away from her.
“But you know that you want to, my dear.”
Hunched over her desk, the soft glow of her PC captivating her. She quietly scrolled through tumblr, seeing the magic, the pleasure that could be wrought, gently biting her lip as she stared day after day into a world of sticky sweet submission.
It was only a matter of time. Her hand would begin to wander and play as she started to fantasize.
“You’ll what, girl?”
Fantasies filling her head with aching need. Thoughts of kneeling, serving, her will being broken with spirals and rope.
“I-I’ll lose myself…I’ll b-break.”
She had tried to fight it, but all those images. All the lights teasing her mind; the sounds of girls moaning in ecstasy. She had to do something.
“You may try to deny it, but you feel that craving.”
She had met a hypnotist, and he was so nice at first.
“That wetness between your legs.”
He said he could do something to help with her “problem.”
“Your pussy begs for the sweet release of your mind.”
One session, two sessions, four, six, she could no longer keep track.
“It’s what you came to me for. What you need me for.”
Memories started to get fuzzy. Packages of sinful pink attire started arriving at her door.
“I-I need you…my…pussy…needs you.”
Soon, slutty sweet makeup, and a wig.
“I c-can’t…no…please…my m-mind…I n-need it…”
And finally, a collar.
“Your hands are mine now, lovely.”
She couldn’t remember how it happened. There was no need for memories now…only pleasure. Only arousal.
“Your left hand is moving upwards, ever so slowly.”
She always tried to resist, but she couldn’t escape the thrall of her master’s voice. Her helpless pleasure moans drowned out her thoughts.
“I don’t…w-want…I c-can’t…o-obey…I m-must…”
She craved to be broken. She needed to submit.
“Your finger, feel it wrapping around the collar now.”
No matter how hard she tried.
Her mind spiraled into oblivion at the pull of leather on her willing neck. Wide-eyed, glossy pink lips agape, her orgasm burst through her body. Quivering, writhing, moaning, as pink electricity melted her body and stole her mind. Only one thought remained at the behest of her kindly master. Two little words that echoed across her mind and were mindlessly repeated by her hypnotized lips.