No, thrall, you aren't worthy of eye contact. Or my tits. Get on your knees. Fall into my power. You belong beneath me. You belong under my power, desperate for my attention. And you're such a good plaything because of it.

Isn't there something about a bruise that just makes you want to get down on your knees and kiss it better? And whilst you're there, why not keep going? Get lost in the softness, you don't have anywhere else to be, do you?

Shh, mortal. Just focus on my body. Let yourself get lost in my tits. Imagine how soft they'd be, under your hands. Don't worry about anything else. You're perfectly safe. Just silence that quiet voice at the back of your mind. Good thrall.

Here is a wonderful wallpaper for your PC, my darling thralls. You should make your computer into an altar, worshipping your favourite demoness~

A spiral perfectly captures my demonic visage, though I am sure your eyes got caught along the way to my face

I think your brain in my hands is precisely where it should be. It's so malleable in my fingers, it just makes me want to mould your thoughts to my whims.

All you need to do is focus, honey. Watch my body, watch my boobs go back and forth, back and forth. If you stare too long, you might find your mind bending to my will, as you fall for my charms. But you don't mind that, do you?

Colours, plaything? No, I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe my pheremones are starting to affect you. You don't mind, do you? Take another sniff, deep in my armpit, that's it. Let your mind melt for me.

No, plaything. You're not worthy. You're not worthy of seeing any of the parts of me that turn you on. Not when you're such a pathetic toy. But you won't complain, will you? You're my brainwashed pet, you'll take whatever I give you.

Have I caught your eye, plaything? Is my cleavage capturing your attention? I know it is. Don’t you wish that were your hand, on my soft skin? Don’t you wish you could smell the perfume on my neck? All good things in time, honey. Come closer, and submit.

Inspired by Hypnanosis Your partner smirked, standing over you, one hand caressing your cheek as they pulled your gaze up to theirs. “It’s so cute when you get bratty. But we both know who has the power here.” Your retort died on your lips as their eyes captured your thoughts.

Inspired by Hypnanosis Your hypnotist was very close to you. They had pulled you into them, both of you sat out on the bed. You were facing away from them as they leant their head on one of your shoulders, tracing a hand gently up your arm. “I want you to get comfortable, pet.”

Inspired by Hypnanosis! Your hypnotist clicked their tongue, smirking down at you. They reached under your chin, pulling your head up, so you barely open eyes met theirs. “Gosh, you look so pathetic right now, toy. Drooling your brain away.”

Inspired by Hypnanosis “You don’t need to worry about your hand, toy. Your hand is beyond your control. Your hand is doing whatever I want it to, which, right now, is making you feel good.” Your hypnotist smirked down at you, as they leant over, face close to yours.

Inspired by Hypnanosis “Awh, you, think, toy? I don’t know about that.” Your hypnotist’s words cut through your mind like a knife, severing your current thought, sending it spinning away. “No… Instead of thinking, I know that you’re sinking.”

Inspired by Hypnanosis “Stare, toy.” Your hypnotist said, standing over you sprawled on the bed, as they held up the ‘coin’ in their hand. A spiral playing across the screen embedded in the coin’s face. Your eyes were glued to it, immediately. “That’s it. Just sink.”

Inspired by Hypnanosis The dildo hovered before your mouth. You felt like it was beckoning you. You heard your hypnotist’s amused chuckle as you leant in. As you did, the compulsion grew stronger. You could feel a force. It was like a magnet, at the back of your throat.

Inspired by Hypnanosis Your hypnotist pulled your chin upwards, making your heavy, sleepy eyes flutter open, though you were still deep in trance. “Now, toy, I want you to listen to me. You’re not allowed to touch yourself, okay? Not for the rest of the evening.” They said.

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Inspired by Hypnanosis! “I’m as high as a kite right now, sweetie. And I’ve stillgot more brainpower than you.” Your hypnotist said, chuckling at you, as you lay beneath them. You were pinned by their thighs, with nowhere to look but their eyes.