Hypno asks before DnD, eh?
You know, there is so much in DnD that intrigues the hypnofetishist.
Spells like Charm Person, Calm Emotions, Command, Dominate, Mind Control, Modify Memory, Hypnotic Pattern…
I wonder what it would feel like to have your DM look at you and say
“Make a wisdom saving throw”
To be locked by their gaze, unable to look away, your hand rolling on its own, briefly looking down
And realizing only too late that you’re not playing a character at all. That your DM is controlling *you*
How good would that feel to have your will subsumed by another?
To become curiously friendly. To obey a one-word command. To feel every word they say sink deep into your mind and become indistinguishable from your thoughts. To stare blankly at a dazzling, colorful array hanging in midair.
Be honest. You want to fail. Because failure makes for a more interesting game.
I sooo want a tist to DM one of my games, even if it's just a one on one session - or if I'm the only sub there. Putting me into trance throughout the duration of the session.
"Roll for wisdom." my DM says smoothly, their voice calm and soft. Lulling, even. I can't tear my eyes away from how the light is shining on the dice - it's so pretty - but I can tell that the other party members aren't affected. They're all watching me - intrigued and amused.
Though my entire body feels so...so relaxed and heavy, and I can't lift my chin from my chest, I manage to raise my hand from my lap and grab what I...think is the right dice. They're all so shiny and pretty to look at. Besides, it had a big number - six! That was practically 20, right?
"You didn't even roll the right dice, toy," the DM chuckles. Bemused smiles cross my fellow DnD player's faces. "It doesn't matter, it's a nat 1. And with your wisdom modifier being negative 3, you feel your wisdom drop."
No, that can't be right. Wasn't I playing a highly intellectual wizarrrrr...? My thoughts leak out as my eyes start to roll in the back of my head, my eyelids fluttering
"Yes, that's right, feel every last thought drain out of your mind. It leaks out of your brain stem, through your torso, and into your even more so-throbbing boy clit..."
I didn't notice it until now, but I had been squirming in my seat. Despite the fact I was wearing black skinny jeans, there was an obvious wet spot already formed between my legs. When did that happen?
My blue eyes roll back further as my back arches out of the chair, my hips bucking slightly. The rest of the thoughts drain into my pussy, making me wetter and hornier. I can only listen, now. Absorb what is being put into my subconscious.
"Toy, roll for charisma," the DM chides. "No, not that dice, the other-- no, the other-other one. Good boy," he hums as I finally grab the d20 and fling it across the table, not in too good of control of my actions at the moment as I feel my enlarged clit rub against the fabric of my boxer briefs. Fuck, this is why I don't shave down there - for extra comfort . Wait, when DID I shave down there?
Oh! Right! One of the party members performed entangle on me last session and shaved me, duh! They said good toys should have as much access to their clits as possible!
"An 18! Good boy!" The master...er, party member to my left congratulates me by gripping my upper thigh, then looking at my character sheet. "Not to mention your plus three modifer! Do you know what that makes it?" They send a knowing glance to the DM, grinning.
"If you get this right, I'll let you touch yourself, toy," Dungeon Master smiles.
My eyes momentarily come back to focus at this promise. I try desperately to solve the simple addition problem. Eighteen plus three...both of those numbers kind of look like boobs. Hehe, my boobs are aching from pleasure... Without thinking about it, I reach under my shirt and push my binder up, just high enough so my boobs will fall out of it. Without thinking, I don't pull my shirt back down, leaving me exposed. This will help me think!
But of course the more I try and think, the more thoughts drain into my vagina, making my clit throb harder.
"I. uh...UH...Ahh...ahhh...AHHH...." The moaning becomes more intense. I don't even remember what the question was. My eyes roll to the back of my head as drool drips out of my open mouth and down my chin, onto my newly exposed breasts.
I'm only slightly aware of some of the other party members chuckling, and the others taking videos and pictures of me. It makes me feel good. I hope they'll send them to me so I can post them on Tumblr and show my masters and mistresses what a good toy I am.
"That's okay, toy. I never said anything about anyone else touching you," Dungeon Master chuckled. "And the important thing is, you passed your charisma roll, meaning you get to strip for all of us."
I slowly push my chair away from the table, standing in a trance-like state.
"Yes, Dungeon Master..." These words come out clear, yet monotone.
"Don't forget you were rolling to seduce," one of the party members called.
I walk to a corner of the room, where I'm sure everyone can see me. A couple more party members pull out their phones. Good. I'm briefly aware of my nipples hardening at the sight of this.
At the time, I'm still under the assumption I'm a virgin, and don't know anything in the acts of seduction, but do my best to be as sexy as possible as I strip naked.
I bend over and untie my shoes, kicking them off, making a big show of moving my hands up the back of my legs to explore the curves of the ass that the testosterone has given me.
I tug my binder back down, feeling my hips and caressing my sides as I pull off my shirt, which had since slipped back down over my perk breasts. I toss the shirt over my shoulder. It lands in one of the party member's laps. She whistles.
As I finish stripping off my undergarments, the DM catches the party member's attention once more.
"Each of you roll for persuasion... whoever has the highest number gets to use our toy first."
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