Mantra

by enthralledartisan

Tags: #brainwashing #consensual_kink #D/s #dom:nb #hypnosis #pov:bottom #hypnokink #mantra #slice_of_life #sub:nb #trance

Coming home from an exhausting day is nice. It’s even better if your partner is waiting for you, ready to spice up your evening with your favorite mantra…

This is a retelling of a session my partner prepared for me to condition me further to the first mantra they gifted me😊

This mantra is still absolutely seared into my mind

It’s been a long day, and I’m more than happy to finally be home again. Home, far away from overfilled lecture halls, and high-pitched noises from broken speakers. Home, with peace and quiet… and you. 
“How was it?”
I shrug and flop down on my bed. “Pretty good, I guess, but also… being home is nicer.”
“Is that so?”
I go to answer, but before I can say another word, you speak again.
“You are enthralled by your Master, you have no will but mine.”
That sentence feels like electricity dancing down my spine, lighting a fire somewhere inside me and pulling at me, whispering in my ear, nudging me to give in…
“I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours.
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am enthralled by my Master  I havae no will but yourssss.
I amenthralld by my Master, I have no willbut yours. 
I am enthryllsed by my Master, I ahve no will but yours.
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am enthrallled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am entrhalled by my +Master, I have no will but syours.”
 
I barely notice how far down I am already, because I’m not thinking anymore. I’m just… reciting. 
 
“Good girl. Get your collar and kneel for me.” 
I have no way of hiding the expression of want that flashes across my face, an expression I’m only half aware of. I’m moving, actions blur into each other, and then I’m kneeling in front of you. You tug on my collar, then tilt my head up so I’m looking directly at your face. 
“Keep going.”
Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. 
“I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am entrharalled by my Master, I have no will but yours. I am enthralled by my Master I have no will but yours. 
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I am enthralled my my Master, I have no will but yours. 
I  am enthralled by my Master,  I have no will but oyurs
I am enthralled by ma Master, I have no will but yours
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yours
I am enthralled by my Master, I have no will but yuurs
I m enthralled by my Master I have no will but yours
I am sentbhralled by my Master, I havenow will but yours
I am enrhallye d by my Master, I have no will but yours
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I lose track of time. It’s not important, anyway. It doesn’t take long for me to begin to sway a little. I’m dimly aware that my eyes begin to flutter and my head starts to nod, until I find something to lean on. It doesn't matter, what’s important is I keep going until I’ve pleased you. When you tell me to stop, your voice is the only thing that cuts through the daze that’s settled onto me. 
 
“And gently bringing you back up again for me, one.. two… three… four… five…”
My head still feels a bit fuzzy and I blink slowly. Then I stretch. I feel… oddly stiff. The light pouring in through the window has gotten a bit dimmer as well. 
 
“How long…”
“Don’t worry about it. Time doesn’t matter.”
I nod slowly. If you say so, then it must be true. Then I look up at you again. 
“Can I please have some cuddles?”
 

It took me... way too many attempts to edit this short story because I kept getting lost in that mantra again...

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