mind-wiper:

Sam and Kevin had been building up to this day for some time. They began their relationship after meeting on a dating app for people with unusual romantic interests.  Both of them were into age play, basically pretending to be a toddler while the other took the role of daddy.  Sometimes they liked to act naughty and be punished, other times it was loving cuddles they most desired.  They had experimented a lot with role-playing over the last year but after all those months it began to lose its excitement, its level of intrigue.  So Kevin had come up with a new idea to restore that spark.  

The time had come to make their role-play a lot more realistic.  They saw a professional hypnotist, someone who actually held a degree in psychology and had formal training. This wasn’t parlour trick stuff, or some tape bought off a dodgy website. This was a man they had to see in person at his office and actually explain in detail what they wanted.  That was followed not by some instant, magical session, but by several weeks of regular sessions, sometimes together and at other times individually.  Their visits were augmented by tapes they had to listen to every night and different files to listen to an hour each day, with repeats urged if possible.  

The first few sessions focused on just getting them relaxed enough to drift off into truly deep trances, on getting them really comfortable going under and then dropping them over and over so it became instinctive, automatic, normal for them to drop into a trance with a simple trigger.  Then they worked on deepening the trances, going into a really suggestible state where major changes could actually happen.  

After that the hypnotist began to implant the actual suggestions. Kevin quickly noticed that once this phase began, he was unable to recall the actual sessions anymore.  His memory stopped working when he entered the office.  Sam agreed he had the same issue. The hypnotist explained this was intentional, that their conscious minds couldn’t know the actual suggestions, so there was no chance of fighting against them when triggered.  

That was okay, Kevin knew what the suggestions would do, they had gone over their needs in detail.  When triggered it would reduce their intellectual abilities, their emotional maturity, their physical and social abilities to those of a two year old boy.  They would be totally dependent on their daddy for basically everything. They wouldn’t be able to tie their own shoes or cut up their own food.  Every ability above the level of a small two year old toddler would be a mystery to them.  Reciting the alphabet would be an impossibly complex task.  

The ability to return their abilities would rest solely with the daddy.  As soon as the trigger was given they would totally forget the trigger itself and more importantly the counter-trigger.  They would have no control over their own fate.  

They would still remember who they were, or more accurately, who they had once been.  They’d know the hypnosis had taken that all away, but they wouldn’t know how to reverse it. Only daddy would have that incredible power.  

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tomgungy:

colorslashform:

A little more carefully done

My heart stopped when I had come home to find my partner, the man I had married, with another guy. They weren’t in bed or anything. It was nothing nearly as simple. Gary was sitting next to the guy on the couch. A blank look was in his eyes with what seemed to be a tired smile on his face. What bothered me though was the fact that the man Gary was listlessly perched next to was his ex-partner, Luke, whom he had a romantic history with that stretched out to be at least twice as long as ours. My heart stopped because I knew. I knew Luke still had a very unique hold over Gary as well.

“You are not welcome here!” I menaced the well-dressed man in a blazer, already ready to throw the man out. When he turned to me from my disturbingly unphased partner I had expected to see some semblance of shock or surprise on his face.Instead Luke’s smile revealed that he was just as unphased as Gary, despite my briskly striding towards him with clenched fists.

I was within swinging distance of the smug man when he calmly said, “Relax, cutie pupper.”

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dougtfs:

You weren’t always a slut. A week ago, you were a normal guy, maybe even a little shy. But then I saw you, and I wanted you.

Transforming you into my fucktoy was so easy. I just had to look into your eyes, and you couldn’t look away. You felt yourself draining away. When I said “what’s your name?” You stammered and then blushed and told me, “I forget.”

“That’s right,” I said. “You forget everything.”

And you could feel your thoughts melting away. Your memories. Everything about your life. 

“You’re mine,” I said.

“Who… are you?” you asked, confused, your head tilting to the side.

“I’m your master now,” I said. I grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you in to kiss you, to mark you as mine. My toy. My dumbslut.

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