Brain-brushed
Added 2021-11-14 11:46:28 +0000 UTCYour partner hypnotises their doll, their toy, their plaything. You want to be a good plaything for them, don't you?
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“Oh no, toy. Doll. I want to play with you, but first. Well, I need to make sure you look nice, don’t I?” They nodded, and you, nodded back, almost unconsciously. It was so easy to agree with them these days. They pulled you close, turning you away from them.
As their legs wrapped around your waist, holding you securely against them, you felt your body relax into their warmth. It felt good to be held like this. And then, after a few moments, they leant back and began to brush your hair, softly, gently.
The sound of the bristles going through your hair was like a soft scratching at your mind. It felt so good, as with each brush, your thoughts were pulled away. You could just relax into the sensation, the gentle pull of the brush, downwards, just like your mind.
Each stroke was so soothing. So comforting. Their other hand was wrapped around you, making you feel so warm, so soft, so comfortable. It was so easy to just relax like this. And when you were nice and relaxed, they began to whisper words of submission into your ears.
Words that coiled around your mind, making you sink further, and further down. Words that filled the empty space where your thoughts had been. You were so far gone by now, and they were just pulling you in to their control. It felt good, to be their doll, their toy to play with.
