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18+ no minors. 30, They/Them NB, Lover of Erotic Hypnosis. Writer of erotic hypnosis microfictions, and a switch. Support me: allmylinks.com/hypnopum
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It was too tempting. Too much to resist. You knew you shouldn’t give in. You knew you should fight the urge. You had things to do. And if you gave in, it would cost you. Even so. The thought of their voice was so tempting. So enticing. Just a conversation couldn’t hurt, could it?

It wasn’t always easy, having a voice kink. You’d be going about your day, hear someone’s voice that sent tingles up your spine, and the next think you knew you’d be fantasising about that voice telling you to do certain things. And if that person knew what their voice did…

“I’ve been trying to decide what to have for lunch.” You said to your partner, looking in the fridge. They sat back, thinking for a moment, before beckoning you over. “Here pet. I want to have a little fun with you over your lunch.” They said.

The world slowed down as your hypnotist raised the pocket watch. Time felt like it was freezing. You knew what was coming. The first swing would capture your attention. The second would wipe the first thought from your mind. You already were finding it impossible to look away.

You blinked. Eyes opening as you stared up at your hypnotist. You were kneeling. That realisation made you feel pleasure. The haze of trance was slowly lifting from your mind, though the memories of what that trance had been were fading with it. Something about obedience?

“Awh, what a good puppy you are!” Your hypnotist said. You felt a spark of excitement, joy, and then confusion at being called that. They brough a hand to your head, giving you soft scritches over your hair. A part of you thought of pulling away, but it did feel really good.

“Ah, ah, ah. Hold back, pet.” Your hypnotist said, their finger still tracing a spiral before your eyes. “Don’t give in just yet. Float along on this soft, sweet trail of haziness and fogginess.” The finger went up, and your eyes followed, your mind cleared slightly.

I’ve been thinking about writing a thread in the style of one of my sessions. Would you like that, my sweet plaything? To feel my words wrapping around your mind? My power overwhelming you? Where all you have to do is keep on reading. Dropping. Sinking. Become my good toy.