Short Story: Perfect Little Toy

Male's Point of View - Hypnosis - Mindless

​It’s hard to believe, as I look at my perfect eager little toy, that she wished me to do this to her. Did she fully grasp the consequences of her? Did she fully understand just how much I was going to change her?

If I asked her now, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to get an answer. Under my care, her mind was led to places she never dreamed existed. Places she could only reach if she burned the bridges behind her. The process took time, but I was just as patient as she was. I always finding myself smiling when I remember how eager she was for me to apply my skills to her mind.

Did she comprehend the extent to wish her inner self would be demolished?

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If she didn’t at first, she certainly looked like she understood towards the end of her change. Right before her mind finally broke and offered me her entire self. I remember seeing the spark of realization in her eyes as I worked to extinguish her will. 

Maybe she thought I was just being energetic in my desire to make her mine. Maybe she thought that what ever I did was just an intense form of dominance and submission play. But as her mind started to crack, I think she finally understood how real and determined I was to see it through. I paid close attention to her reactions to see if she had changed her mind. That in the end, she didn’t really want to experience what I was doing to her. 

I had to because after I was done and her will crumbled, she wouldn’t be able to refuse. 

But she never did and there she stands, perfectly calm and collected as I admire the result of all my hard work. A sublime creature of pure devotion and obedience. Washed away are any selfish thoughts she might have. Once her mind lay in pieces before me, I picked and chose the parts of her I wished her to keep. 

And added what ever I wanted.

The result was a mind and personality of my own creation. There is only one thought that dominates and guides her every action. One goal that illuminates the blankness of her mind as she goes through each day under my care.

Any other thoughts or goals only serve to aid her in that singular drive she feels even when she sleeps. There is no trace of her past self, I saw to that. The only thing she knows and understands is that I am the center of her world. I am her lover, her Dom...

Her God.

Nothing else matters to her. She as become my perfect toy and I couldn’t be prouder. She gave herself to me and I cherish that precious gift every day as I use her like the object she has become. 

Every day, she strives to keep herself in perfect shape and health because she knows how much I enjoy her body. She has no other thoughts. No other desires. She lives to obey and serve my needs. Her mind thinks of nothing unless I tell her to. She lives in the present. No past. No future. 

If I don’t tell her to dress and what to wear, she will stay naked as she goes about her chores. She feels no embarrassment or fear. Even if I have friends over and I tell her to serve us drinks with nothing on, she’ll smile and do as she is told without even feeling aroused at being exposed.

Well... Not any more aroused than when she is doing dishes or fucking me.

She lives in a constant state of arousal that makes her ready and available for my consumption. She is so perfect now that regardless of the time of day or what she is doing, I know I can slip into her dripped folds and enjoy her without even kissing her.

Her entire body is ready and willing to serve my pleasure.

She couldn’t deep throat me when we first started down this path, but ever since her mind broke, her mouth and throat have become a warm talented sleeve for me to insert my throbbing shaft. Her body is a open to me as her mind.

And such a wondrous body...

I find myself simply admiring her some times. Like now, I told her to wear that and stand while I enjoy my evening drink. She’ll stay there until I tell her to move or I go to bed. She’s not wondering what I’ll order her to do. She’s not eager to move on to more pleasurable activities. She isn’t even bored.

She’s just content to stand there and let me admire her. Regardless of how long I wish to do so.

My perfect little toy...

Hard to believe she wished to be so mindless, but I certainly won’t complain or belittle her choice. She wished to give herself over to my hunger and feel me consume her beauty. A strange desire to be sure... 

But as she told me before all this started, her own arousal was firmly anchor in her lover’s desire for her. Their hunger to consume her... Take her... Use her... She craved to feel how hard her lover were for her. Feel how much they wanted to be inside her... Pushing deeper and deeper as if they wanted to root themselves in her soul. 

That was what pushed her to discover my own fantasy. My own deep desires.

Maybe she did understand what I wanted. Better than I give her credit for anyway. Maybe she view my desire as the ultimate way to feel my desire for her. A desire so strong I just had to make her mine in every sense of the word.

Or maybe I’m just babbling because I might have had one drink too many.

Regardless of the reason, she stands before me now completely changed into the toy I desired her to be. The journey was just as exciting as enjoying the spoils.

Enough musing for one night. 

​Thinking about how we got here has got me all excited and I’ll never be able to get a good night’s sleep. Lucky for me, my property will make sure I relax and dream of all the things tomorrow might bring. ​