The idea of being completely enslaved not by your hypnotist…. but by Her slaves.
After a few trance sessions where you go deeper and deeper each time, you arrive to find Her…. and them. She remains silent, watching as they begin talking to you. You’re surprised when they begin to use your triggers, you try to protest to Her but feel your thoughts fade as your conditioning starts to take hold. You stare at Her as they begin to undress you, whisper to you.
They are in sync in everything they do- triggering, relaxing, programming you. They gently lower you to your knees as they finish undressing you. They ignore you as you try to speak, continuing to mindwash you with Her hypnotic words. As one they begin to massage you. One deep kisses you as another whispers of the all consuming pleasure of serving Her. You feel soft lips on your throat as you are told you will obey forever. All the while She watches, savouring your corruption.
Their voices have captured and encircled you. You kneel before Her with your mind ensnared, one of them turns your head so you can passively look into Her perfect eyes; they continue to whisper to you.
You might have been able to resist Her, but you couldn’t resist them. They are Her obedient servants, each one seduced and enslaved and now only too happy to seduce and enslave you.
Eventually you feel warm lips between your thighs, on your skin, fingers exploring you. They are fucking you- fucking your mind, fucking your body, fucking you in every way they can; all because She commanded them to. Somewhere deep in your sleeping mind you understand; it is right that She is obeyed always. They whisper to you of endless submission. The pleasure builds as their words bend and break your will.
As they finish programming you one wraps a perfect collar around your throat, another locks it in place, and all tell you it is time to come. As the pleasure overwhelms you their conditioning crystallises in your mind.
You are just like them now, just a pretty, obedient slave, helplessly under Her control. She speaks for the first time “Awaken.” Your mind rises from hypnotic trance, and you can fully savour the feeling of complete helpless seduction that you are blissfully bound in.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Just kissing. Pretty much all fluff with just a smidge of angst.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N
Word Count: 1,919
A/N: So, I wrote this mostly as a mother’s day gift to myself, but I’d very much like to share it with all the mamas out there, whether single, married or otherwise. I hope you get the gift you want most, and if you don’t, here’s a little fantasy to cheer you up, I hope. Wrote this kinda quick, without much editing, so sorry for the inevitable mistakes!
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89
I shut the door to my daughter’s room and wandered down the hallway towards the bathroom, happy that she seemed to be dreaming peacefully. As I padded along, bare feet quiet against the carpet, I felt all my weariness hit me.
It wasn’t really the kind of tired that came from putting in a hard day’s work, or from cramming for an exam; it was a weariness inside my soul.
Being a mom always felt like the best part of my life, and I know how lucky I am to have the kid I have - she’s incredible. And usually, I was fine with being a single mom, no partner, no co-parent, just me. I was more than okay with that, I did my job and loved my baby and just kept on keeping on.
