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“I… I don’t want to be hypnotized.”
Of course you don’t. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t hypnotize you unless you ask.
“And–and I’m not going to ask. Because I don’t want to be hypnotized by you.”
I believe you. You’re probably just lying naked on the bed like that because it feels more comfortable, that’s all. You have every right to take off as much clothing as you want without incurring any kind of obligation.
“G-good. I, um, yes. I just wanted to get… um, comfortable. Like you said. It, it doesn’t mean I’m thinking about staring into your eyes, or, or looking at that pocket watch of yours. I’m not following your suggestions, I just, I, yes. What you said. Comfortable.”
No, no, I understand. Are you comfortable right now?
“I–yes. No. Why do you ask. Is that an induction? Are you asking me if I feel comfortable so I’ll relax or something?”
No, it’s just that… well, you don’t look very comfortable. You’re squirming a lot. On the bed. Naked. With your legs spread, ahem. Very wide.
“It’s nothing, okay? I’m just thinking about, about–about nothing! But, I mean, not about nothing like I’m not thinking about anything anymore, I’m just thinking about nothing in particular. I’m not thinking about hypnosis, I’m not thinking about going into a trance and playing with my pussy, and I am not thinking about sucking your cock. Okay, Master?”
Sure. Fine.
Only… I couldn’t help but notice that you squirm a little more every time my fingers get close to the pocket watch on the table. And you seem to be sucking on your own finger. Enthusiastically. It’s pretty sexy, I have to say. Again, purely as a compliment with no obligation incurred.
“That, that doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean… I, I’m not p-picturing the watch in my mind. I’m not imagining it… going back and forth, s-swaying side to side… following it with my eyes…”
You know the interesting thing about the subconscious? It doesn’t recognize negatives. It’s why a good hypnotist never suggests ‘don’t do this’, because the subject is very likely to do what he’s telling them not to do. So when a subject is in trance, near trance, or even thinking about trance, sometimes their deep self simply edits every ‘no’ out of what they’re saying. Or hearing. Isn’t that fascinating?
“I, um, I don’t know what you’re trying to, I mean, I don’t want to be hypno–um, I’m not thinking–no wait, I’m thinking of nothing, no, I… I, um… yes?”
Yes what?
“…yes Master.”
That’s a good girl. Deeper and deeper, now. Good girl.
He was having the strangest dream. He dreamed that his wife was giving him a backrub, just like she usually did before bed, but in the dream she started talking to him in a low, soothing voice. “Feel my fingers stroking away all that tension, leaving you so relaxed and drowsy like you’re floating in a dream of ecstasy. Peaceful and sleepy, like your mind is slipping off into perfect, blissful slumber and staying awake at the same time. Resting your thoughts while your deep self listens to every word I say. Becoming anesthetized by my will.” That was when he knew he must have fallen asleep. When he realized he was dreaming about being hypnotized.
It was an amazingly sexy dream, though. She rolled him over onto his back, her fingernails slowly tracing lines down his chest while she softly whispered, “This isn’t real at all. You don’t need to resist, because you know it’s not really happening. I’m not brainwashing you. You’re not being programmed to obey. You’re just dreaming.” He nodded, the words making perfect sense in that weird way things did in dreams. He was dreaming about being told that he was dreaming while he was really awake. It had a twisted logic all its own, but he didn’t need to think about it because he was sleeping and not awake.
Her hand found his cock and began to tug up and down, stroking over and over in a slow, methodical rhythm. “Such a sweet, soft, sexy dream, a dream of your lover taking your mind and shaping it to her will,” she purred, her other hand idly teasing his nipples as she spoke. “It’s like you’ve fantasized about this forever, but it only comes out when your mind is deep asleep. Deeper and deeper asleep in my will, accepting and obeying. You need to obey, don’t you?”
“Obey,” he heard his dream self say in tones of thick, needy arousal. “Serve. Worship.” He didn’t know where the other words came from; they just slipped from his lips with the natural understanding of the completely mysterious that sometimes happens in dreams. “Obey. Serve. Worship. Obey. Serve. Worship. Obey. Serve. Worship…”
“Good boy,” his wife murmured softly, her lips nuzzling for a moment against the tight bud of his nipple before continuing. “You’re such a good boy, everything sinking in so deep. You don’t need to remember, of course. It’s just a dream, and when you wake it’s going to fade away into the fog just like every other dream you’ve had. But you’ll know what you need to do, don’t you?” Her hand was just a blur now, rocketing up and down his shaft until he couldn’t hold back his release.
“Obey! Serve! Worship!” he cried out in response, his hips straining up into the air with the euphoric bliss of his climax. “obey serve worship obey serve worship obeyserveworshipoBEYYYY!” He felt himself gush spurt after spurt of hot cum onto his chest and belly, and his eyes rolled back in his head with the rush of unbelievable pleasure. It always felt this good, he thought to himself absently, before his mind remembered that it never really happened at all.
Because it was just a dream. He was just dreaming, and good boys always forgot their silly dreams in the morning. Satisfied, he helped his wife clean him off and relaxed back into bed. No need to think. No need to remember. No need to resist. It was just a dream. And when she took his chin and drew his head slowly down between her thighs… he knew that was a dream, too.
A very good one.
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“Next.”
“I, um… my name’s S-Stephi, sir. I think I’ve been watching your videos for, um… like, five? Years? Since I was in college, at least. I, I found the link to Training Sequence 1 in someone’s browser history at the library, and I clicked on it to see what it was. I watched it, um… um… five times that first day? I think? Every time I got to the end, I just heard your voice in my head, saying, ‘Do you really think you’re ready to move on to the next sequence?’ And I watched the whole thing again from the beginning. With headphones on. And I, I, um… may I please play with my pussy while I talk?“
“You may.”
“Oh, thank you, sir! I, ohh, oh fuck… I spent a, a week going through Training Sequence 1. I opened your site on my phone, so I could listen to it everywhere I went, and I skipped a whole bunch of classes so I could go back to my dorm room and fuck myself for you while I watched. It just kept getting better and better every time, sir, I lost myself quicker and quicker in your voice and your spiral. I knew what it was doing to me, I knew it was getting harder and harder to think and to resist, but I… nnnh… oh god, sir, my tits, please, please let me play with them too?
“You may.”
“Nnnnngh! Oh, oh, fuck yes. I, um, where was I?”
“You were telling me about Training Sequence 1. About trying to resist it.”
“OHHHHHH, GAWDDDDD! S-sorry, sir. I just, every time I think about, about that week, it makes me… NNNNNNNHHHH! I tried so hard to tell myself I was being brainwashed, programmed, turned into an obedient fucktoy for a complete stranger, but all that did was make me want to watch it again. The pleasure was too strong, too powerful. I can’t resist pleasure. If I can’t resist pleasure, I can’t resist programming. I, I, oh fuck I ohhhhhh…”
“Focus for me, good girl.”
“Y-yes, Master. Um. I started on Training Sequence 2 about… um… maybe five? Um. Days. Um. Later. I knew, I knew there were thirty videos on your page, and I wanted so badly to catch up with all your best, most obedient, most mindless fucktoys. But every time I tried to rush it, this little voice in the back of my head told me that good girls only went as far and as fast as they were ready to go. It wouldn’t let me watch them out of order. I had to learn how to be a proper compliant slut for you, Master. I had to do it right.”
“And have you?”
“Oh, oh yes Master! I’ve done everything the videos commanded! I’ve learned how to switch my mind on and off so that I can be pleasing and still perform all my tasks, I’ve submitted my photos to your website, I’ve even planted links in the browser history of every computer I’ve found to help ensnare more good girls for you. I, I even forgot all the big numbers like you instructed! I’m up to Training Sequence 38, Master. The newest one. The one that had your address in it. I’m ready to belong to you completely. Please, please take my mind and my will forever? Please finish my training?”
“…of course, good girl. Cum one last time for me and switch off that pretty mind forever.”
“UNNH UNNNH OFUHHHHCCCKKKKKKK…”
“That’s a good girl. Report to my major domo, she’ll assign you duties. Don’t bother with the clothes. You’ll never need to wear them again. Good girl. Good girl…. Next!”
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