A Kinky Hypnosis Exploration

She was going to keep protesting, keep arguing, keep holding onto that little knot of anger and disgust she had from knowing it wasn’t a joke but he stepped forward and put a hand onto her waist and his other hand up to her cheek and instantly all her thoughts and worries and anger and disgust disappeared.

Her knees went weak. Her heart fluttered, and so did her lashes as she locked eyes with him. Looking at him, into his eyes, a great sense of peace flooded her. She felt calm, she felt safe. She could trust him.

“It’s just a joke,” he said.

“It’s just a joke,” she repeated, dreamily, the thrill of having his words in her mouth making her a little giddy.

“You don’t need to worry about the project. It’s just a joke.”

“I don’t need to worry about the project. It’s just a joke.”

“It’s such a joke, you don’t even mind playing along with it.”

“It’s such a joke, I-I don’t even mind playing along with it.”

He smiled wider and gave her the tiniest little kiss on the forehead. She nearly swooned.

“There. Much better. Glad we straightened that out.”

-

“Since when do you have a VR headset?” Ruth asked from her chair.

“Christmas present. Put it on,” he said, proffering it to her. She took it. Heavier than it looked.

“Why?”

“Part of the project.”

Her cunt twinged at that, but she tried to play it off like nothing. Like all the dirty thoughts she’d been having about him lately. It was just because the joke was so ridiculous, that was all. Just meant it was on her mind. That was all.

“O-oh? Just as stupid as the rest of the parts?”

“You’ll see, won’t you? Put it on.”

She did so. The visor plunged her into blackness and the chunky headphones cut off almost all sound. For a moment she was deaf and blind and an odd spike of panic gripped her, then the screen flicked on along with the headphones, which made a tiny pop.

A video started. It took a second for her to work out what was going on. A POV-style video. A porn one, plainly. Looking down, the camera showed off the curvy, naked body of a girl utterly unlike her. She scoffed in disgust.

“Really?” She said aloud, though if he said anything back to her she couldn’t hear it.

In front of her eyes, the girl was moving. Hands with long, perfectly manicured and perfectly painted nails came into view and started to run over her body, small gasps and coos sounding in her ears, which got her attention

“Suppose she is kinda…hot…”

In a cheap and fake kind of a way, obviously. But then-

[So soft and feminine, so smooth.]

She was brought up short. The words - that voice - had come from nowhere. Or it had sounded like it had. The little moans and gasps had come at her from the sides, in her ears. The voice, that delicious voice, had seemed to come from inside her own skull.

“W-what?” She said, though without being able to hear herself she didn’t even notice she’d said it.

The girl was playing with her tits now, groping herself, pinching her fat nipples and starting to pant. Ruth was starting to pant, too, and the urge to bring her hands up to her own tits was hard to fight.

[My tits are meant to be played with. Groping is a compliment.]

“My tits are…wait, what? That’s just…it’s a joke…it’s…groping is a…a compliment…”

She couldn’t fight it anymore. Her hands came up and squeezed herself through her shirt. She groaned, not even aware she was doing it, forgetting he was still there and would see. She just thought she was vibing with the video, getting into it. Groping was a compliment. So gross. So stupid. 

But it kinda made sense…

Because if Ruth thought about it - and she was now - if a girl got groped, that must mean she looked good enough to be worth it, right? Good enough to be worth some guy’s time. Or some girl’s, maybe, but mostly guy she thought. It would only really count as a compliment from a guy. That made sense too, somehow.

Had to be a guy doing it.

Had to be him doing it…

The girl was laying down now, Ruth saw, and she would have done the same if she could. In the event she just experienced a very disorientating sensation and had to grip the chair with one hand for a moment. Then the girl spread her legs. Long, soft, smooth legs.

[A girl is soft and delicate.]

Ruth knew she might pretend to be tough, to not care how she looked, but deep down she knew it was because she was scared. Scared of how she couldn’t avoid being soft and delicate. Because she was soft and delicate. All girls were. She just tried to hide it, because she was afraid it might mean someone would take advantage if they knew.

But…

Wasn’t hiding it wrong?

[A girl is docile and submissive.]

Yes. It was wrong. She shouldn’t hide it. Everyone should know. It should be obvious. Everyone should see how soft and delicate she really was, how weak, how easily she’d cave to anything they might want to do. Why hide it? It was only making her unhappy keeping it inside, keeping it hidden. 

She was soft and delicate, docile and submissive. She was a girl. She needed to embrace it.

It was a shock when the headset was removed.

“W-what? What’s happening?” She asked, slurring slightly, unaware she’d been drooling a little. She blinked at the unexpected brightness, and then his face came into view and her belly lurched.

“Good, right?”

“O-oh yeah. Real good. Such a g-good joke,” she said, clenching her thighs together as the between her legs rose at the sight of him. At that second, if he’d asked her to do anything, she would have done it. She knew.

As it stood, all he did was pat her on the head.

“Well done,” he said.

Once he was out of earshot, Ruth whined with need.

-

“Very good. Say it again.”

Ruth was on her knees. It was part of the joke. She was on her knees between his legs, her hands on the floor in front of her. Like how a dog sat. He was running his thumb around her mouth, over her lips, slowly, slowly. Ruth was panting. Sometimes she’d forget herself and try to take it into her mouth but he’d always just tut and pull it out of reach. Just part of the joke. It wasn’t serious.

Just like how what he’d been having her say wasn’t serious.

“G-girls are just dumb toys. I’m made to be a toy.”

“That’s good. And?”

“It’s wrong to pretend I’m not. I’ve been pretending I’m not a toy. That’s wrong. C-cock will fix me.”

It was a joke. It was just a joke. Their silly joke. It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t real.

His cock was so close…

“You’re so good at remembering it all, Ruth. Well done,” he said, patting her on the head and then - and this was a first - stroking her. Like a dog, again. She hummed happily and nuzzled into his hand before she’d even realised what she was doing, and when he stopped her face burned with shame, her cunt clenching with need.

“I-it’s a funny joke,” she said lamely.

“It is. You can get up now.”

She did, unsteadily.

“Is there - are there any - is there more j-jokes for today?” She asked, hoping she didn’t sound too eager. Just about every day now she waited for the time when they continued the project together - as a joke.

He thought about it a second.

“Hmm. Maybe. Let me think. Oh, yeah, that’d be good. Hey Ruth, you ever kissed a boy?”

“N-no,” she said, looking down at her feet, embarrassed.

“Well then, I think it’d be a good joke if you did. Come here,” he said, patting the spot on the sofa next to him. Ruth’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped, but she sat down all the same.

“What-” she started to say, but he didn’t wait for her to finish. He went in and he kissed her.

And it was amazing. Instantly the best thing she’d ever done. Breathtaking. Shocked for a split-second she melted into it the moment the shock had passed. It was just so good. She didn’t even really care when he put his hands on her - in fact, she quite liked it. Went along with the kiss, the joke.

One hand went around her waist, under her shirt, against her skin. The other went to the back of her neck, holding her for the kiss. It was good. Felt right. He had control of her.

It starts to make her a little heated. Even more so than she was before. She’s kissing back with a hunger she’s never had. She’s a little put-out when he broke the kiss, but is instantly back in when his starts to kiss along her jaw to her ear, then down her neck to her shoulder, teeth trailing along her skin. She tingles. She moans.

He sits back.

“See? Good joke.”

Ruth’s at a loss. He stopped so suddenly it feels like something wonderful was ripped away from her. She needed more.

“B-but - I mean - y-yeah…” she mumbles.

-

Ruth was in her room. She was topless. She was looking at her tits.

Ruth had never much liked her tits. In all honesty she was a bit embarrassed by them. They were just so big, they were just so there. People found it hard to ignore them. One of the reasons why she dressed the way she did, really. To make them less obvious, to hide them.

But she was thinking about changing that now. He liked looking at them. She knew, because he did it. A lot. Sometimes when he must have thought she wasn’t looking, sometimes when he must have known she was. He can’t have been getting a good view though, the things she wore. The giant hoodies, the thick jumpers. No good at all.

Had to change.

Which was why she’d bought some things. Ordered them online. Far too embarrassed to actually go out to buy them. It had been agonising waiting for them to arrive but they were finally here, and she was going to try them.

First were the new bras. She’d bought a couple, just in case one didn’t turn out so good. They’d been expensive, but she had to - her old ones were ugly, useless. The new ones were pretty and, hopefully, functional. Would put herself on display. So she struggled into the first one.

It fitted. Just. Or rather, she just fitted into it, and even then barely. Her tits were pushed up high on her chest and threatened to spill out at any moment. It looked obscene. Maybe he’d like that? Better to try the other one first.

The other one was the far superior fit. It lifted and supported without squashing horribly or pinching, had lovely pretty lace and bows, and made her tits look fantastic. That was the one, definitely.

Now for the top.

Ruth had got a good couple of tops, too, just to be on the safe side. She had no idea what kind of style of top would be best for what she was trying to do, and no idea what kind of type he liked better, either. So she’d got a bunch, and she started going through them one by one.

They were all very new and different from everything she normally wore. Tight, figure-hugging, low-cut, brightly-coloured - it all felt so strange. Not bad, just new. She whittled out the couple she didn’t much care for and settled on those she did, and picked one specifically out of those to put on right then, to go and show him.

It wasn’t anything particularly special, just a t-shirt, really, but it hugged her in ways nothing else she’d had before did, and the neckline made sure her new bra could be put to very good use. Swallowing her nerves she left her room to go and find him.

“Oh hey Ruth, looking good,” he said on seeing her, immediately looking down her top.

“Y-yeah, bought some new stuff,” she said, pushing her chest out towards him. He didn’t stop looking.

“I can see. Suits you, you look great,” he said to her tits.

“Thanks.”

Then he looked up at her properly, for the first time since seeing her.

“You know, if you put a little effort in, you’d be real hot,” he said.

“R-really?”

“Oh yeah. Little makeup, maybe grow your hair out a bit. More clothes like this. Leggings maybe? Or even a skirt. Yeah, you’d look really good. Maybe look up some, uh, makeup stuff online or something, huh?”

“Yeah! Y-yeah, I will. That’s a good idea. Thanks!”

He was back to looking down her shirt.

“Don’t mention it.”

-

“Weren’t you meant to be at your thing this evening?” He asked.

“Hmm?”

“Your thing. Where you normally go on Thursdays?”

She had to think for a second about what he might be talking about, then it clicked.

“Huh? Oh, uh, the FemSoc meetup?”

“Yeah, that thing. Aren’t you missing it?” He asked.

She was. She’d never missed one before.

“Yeah but, uh, I’d rather be here…hanging with you…”

They were on the sofa in the lounge. He was against the arm, she was nestled into him. He had his arm around her. She liked that he hadn’t even asked before putting it there. Since she’d decided to wear one of the little flimsy, stringy vests she’d bought recently that meant his hand was right on her bare skin. It made her pulse quicken every time he unconsciously drew a tiny circle with his fingers. 

Habit? She didn’t know, but she liked it.

Before tonight she never ever would have thought of missing the meetup, or of hanging with him, really, but for some reason it had just happened and she hadn’t been able to resist. After she’d made dinner for them both (and done the washing up) he’d just asked if fancied watching a film and she’d instantly said yes and that had been that.

She didn’t know what the film was. It seemed kind of an action-y deal, but she honestly hadn’t been paying that much attention. Mostly she’d just been snuggling into him and feeling happy about it, not thinking much of anything at all. Every time she looked at the screen she saw either a guy shooting people or an explosion or some girl getting kissed by the guy shooting people and it all blended a bit. Normally the kind of thing she hated, but with him there it wasn’t so bad.

“You look nice today,” he said out of nowhere, snapping her back to reality. She blushed.

“Y-yeah? Thanks.”

“Don’t think I don’t notice when you make the effort.”

She had been making an effort, and had been hoping he noticed.

Ruth wore makeup every day now, something she’d never done before but now did just as a reflex. She liked to mix it up, see what caught his eye most, and today was comparatively subtle, but still miles away from where she’d started.

Her clothes today were also pretty subtle, by most normal standards. By her old standards it was positively risque. She had one of the new bras on, of course, so her tits looked amazing, and the stringy vest meant there was very little of them being hidden, either.

On the bottom she’d been brave enough to wear short shorts. Very short shorts. Denim cut-offs, they were well above the knee, almost to the bottom of her bottom. She’d even - in a moment of blind courage - decided not to wear tights with them like she’d initially planned to. Since she wasn’t going out now that had worked out.

Shaving her legs had been a good move, too. First time for everything.

Running them against one another felt so strange. She couldn’t stop doing it.

Something on the screen caught her eye. Looking, she saw a girl - the heroine, maybe? Or the love interest? Both? She wasn’t sure - in the most amazing dress. She looked stunning, looked like nothing Ruth knew she could ever look like. All slinky with her leg slipping through the slit in the dress and her beautiful tits on display with a plunging neckline and it all really was a lot.

And it gave her a jolt, because it made her realise something.

The girl was all like that - had put all that effort in - for him. She was there for him. And that was like Ruth. She’d done all of this for him. She’d thought about him when she’d made herself all smooth, hoped he’d notice when she’d picked the clothes, got butterflies when she did. All for him.

The girl in the film was an object, a trophy. Something he got.

And so was she.

Squeezing her legs together she snuggled deeper into his side.

-

It wasn’t a joke anymore. Not for her, anyway. She pretended it still was, for his sake, but for her it was serious now. Now she knew every word was true. Now she took it all to heart.

Everything she thought she knew had been wrong. She’d been wrong about herself for years. Had had it all totally backwards, had been confused. She hadn’t known it, had thought that was just how she was meant to be, but she knew now that had all been wrong, so wrong.

But he’d been fixing her. Without even realising he’d started her on the road to recovery. His project - his joke - had started healing her. She felt so much better already, and it was all thanks to him. She owed him so much. She owed him everything.

He knocked on her door and she looked up, eager. She’d been sat on her bed waiting for him, all dressed up and ready. The door wasn’t even closed. She didn’t close it much anymore. Why would she? She didn’t need to hide anything from him.

“Ready for more project?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes please,” she said, almost quivering with excitement. How would she be fixed today? What would she learn was wrong? How could she be better?

“Stand,” he said and she leapt up at once. He looked her up and down, taking in what she was wearing today. She stood and let him. After all, it was for him anyway.

It was a summer dress day today. She wore dresses now. It was flowery and pretty and it showed off her tits magnificently and also her legs. Her lovely, smooth legs. They were always smooth now, she could never go back. Her slit was bare and smooth, too. More recent, but that was never going back either.

The only place with more hair, in fact, was on her head, with her having grown out a surprising amount. Almost to her shoulders now, and curled. It had taken some getting used to, but he said he liked it, so it was here to stay.

“Close your eyes,” he said once he’d finished inspecting her and she did so, her breath catching. This was new. Exciting. She heard him step closer, heard him step around, shivered when she felt him move in close behind her. “Today, Ruth, you’re going to get naked for me.”

“W-what?”

“But keep your eyes closed while you take the dress off. It’s part of it. Now go. Start.”

She didn’t have a choice. As terrified as she was she knew she didn’t have a choice. With trembling hands she started removing the dress, shucking it to the floor and leaving herself in just her underwear.

“Bra and panties too, Ruth.”

Quickly, they joined the dress, and Ruth was naked. She tried to cover herself, but it was useless, of course, and she wasn’t even sure why. She wanted him to look at her, and yet some strange part of her was still mortified.

“Hands down,” he said, and that put paid to that anyway. She let her hands hang by her sides and stood, waiting, silent, eyes still closed. It was achingly quiet. What was he doing? Looking at her, must have been. What did he think? Did he like it? Like her? She hoped so. She hoped so so much she almost ached.

“Who is your body for?” He asked.

“Men,” Ruth replied immediately. Call-and-response was a big part of the project, and she had almost all of the lines memorised. Sometimes she said them to herself out of nowhere. They’d sunk deep.

His hands were on her ass and she jolted.

“What’s this?”

“M-my ass, sir,” she said, the ‘sir’ just slipping out.

“What is it for?”

“For men to grope and spank and pinch. And f-fuck, if they want. Sir.”

His hands went away, but now she knew what he was doing. Her heart was thumping, blood roaring in her ears. God how she wanted him to touch her again. She didn’t have to wait long.

“These?”

“My t-tits, sir. For men to look at, to make cocks hard. To wrap around cocks, to get cum on.”

It was true, it was all true. It felt so good to say.

His hands moved down.

“Hips?”

“To show I’m a good breeder, sir. To show how obvious it is what I’m for.”

Her brain was switching off. Didn’t need it for this. Responses were automatic, and his hands felt too good for thoughts to get in the way.

“And this?”

“My mouth. For sucking cock, for swallowing cum. For saying how worthless I am, how devoted I am to you, sir.”

His hand was between her thighs, his finger was in her cunt.

“This?”

“Oh God it’s yours sir it’s yours it’s all yours. You own it, it’s for you, your cock. Please sir, please, oh God…”

It had all slipped out, she couldn’t help it. Having him so close - having him touch her - made it impossible to control. She needed so desperately for him to just take her, finally. When he took his hand away she sniffled, seconds away from bursting into tears.

“Are you confused, Ruth?”

That did it. She started crying.

“Y-yes, sir. But you’re fixing me, I know! Y-you’re making me better and I’m so, so grateful, sir, I… please, sir, please…” she sniffled. He didn’t say anything straight away. His silence was crushing.

“Kneel down, Ruth,” he said and she dropped at once. “Don’t open your eyes.”

She did as she’d been told. Doing anything else was unthinkable. Trembling, eyes closed, she knelt and she waited, heart pounding. Butterflies filled her belly when she heard the soft sound of a fly being undone. All at once she shuffled her knees apart, pushed out her chest, and opened her mouth. It came to her almost as a reflex. He hadn’t even needed to train her for that.

“Good girl,” he said and she shivered, the words touching a special spot inside her head, a spot she hadn’t even known about before him.

Something hot and hard came to rest on her lips. Not his finger. She could smell him.

She was shaking now. So hard not to move or open her eyes but he hadn’t said to and so she didn’t - couldn’t.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Ruth,” he said, a hand settling possessively on top of her head. “And maybe you worked it out already, I don’t know how smart you are now. But the project? It wasn’t a joke. The idea was always to have you like this. I just didn’t expect it to be so easy. I expected you to push back a little.”

He was stroking her hair. His cock was still just on her lip. She was fighting not to pant. He was so close. Warm. Smell. Sound of him. Too much. Couldn’t even pick out the words. Too needy. Happy. Desperate. She groaned.

“And right now you’re probably too excited with my cock being there to even really listen. Right? Hmm? Yeah, I thought so. Well that’s okay. You’re only going to get dumber from here, Ruth. My girlfriend is dumb and pretty, and you’re well along to that. Now…”

Ruth groaned again, muffled, as he filled her mouth and used her for the first time.