Short Story: I Only Blame Myself

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

I don’t know why I feel so surprised...
Here I am, barely clothed and wearing my collar and cuffs, kneeling in my lover’s living room with a rather large bug plug up my ass. Every few minutes, I find myself whispering sentences that seem to bubble up into my mind. My little mantras...
I live to obey...
I love to be controlled...
Service is pleasure...
Pleasure belongs to my Master...
I am just a fuck toy...
I exist to please and serve...
And so on...
​I don’t consciously think about saying them, I just do. 

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My hands start to caress my body as pleasure seems to envelop my skin as the words pour out. I find myself flexing my hips, making me acutely aware of the plug invading my ass...
And when I’m not bailing about how I’m just some little sex slave, my thoughts always come back to his last words as he went out for errands:
“You will kneel here and wait for my return.” he said.
His tone wasn’t especially commanding, but my body obeyed without flinching. As it still does... It’s been at least an hour and every time I think about maybe getting up to do chores or simply go to the bathroom, I remember his words... Echoing in my mind... As if he had just said them... I feel my legs drain and I stay kneeling where I am. I just can’t get up until he returns. 
That very thought scares and excites me to no end... He completely controls me... His words are law and my mind simply can’t accept anything else. I know that when he comes back, he will see me kneeling and smile. A satisfied sort of smile that tells me how incredibly pleased he is of the control he has over me. He’ll probably get an erection at the thought...
I live to please my Master’s cock...
I love my Master’s cock...
I love how my Master’s cock tastes...
I love how my Master’s cock feels on my body...
I love how my Master’s cock feels inside me...
My Master can use me how ever he wants...
Where was I? Oh yes... He was getting an erection at seeing me... He might order me to suck him right here with him towering over me. Probably while he takes pictures and videos... He tells me I have my own private site now... A lot of followers... He might sit down and tell me to crawl to him to suck him while he watches television... He loves that a lot... He times me to see how long I can make him last... 
He might also just fuck me with my plug still inside...
What ever he asks, I know I’ll do it without resisting. Without fail... 
It surprises me and I don’t know why it does.
I asked for this… 
When I realized my lover also had a thing for hypnosis, I asked for this… I wanted it… He asked me again and again if I was serious. And I told him every time: Yes… Do it… I longed to me taken. To be controlled… To be made to submit… I longed to be hypnotized and turned into the perfect fuck doll for my man. To give up the reins to my mind to a lover that would play with me. Change me… Make me perfect for him… 
People might think I would Blame him for doing this one. For changing me like he has... For placing triggers and desires that have nothing to do with my own desires... For making want to do things for him... 
But really... I only have myself to blame for what I have become. I told him to hypnotize me. I told him to play around in my brain until he could bend me to his will. 
I told him to make me his Fuck Doll... His Slave...
And now I am…
And I love it.