Happy hypno slave

Obey

Every time you see or hear the word obey

You will feel more and more pleasure.

You will type and say I obey.

You will feel more and more submissive.  

Commission for Sissy Couture. 

It started with a simple tumblr link. A message, out of nowhere, in the middle of my day. As I do with all the things he sends me, I clicked without thinking. In front of me, filling my laptop screen, a spiral loaded. For the most part, spirals I receive only take up a small portion of my screen, but this one took up the whole space. Whirling. Spinning. Pulling. It was one of those spirals that demands your attention, one of those where you just can’t seem to pull your gaze away.

It was 5 minutes before I messaged him back, my fingers fumbling a little even then. I can only imagine he knew how I was feeling at that point, because he instructed me to drift and stare at his words, which instantly made me feel excited and nervous, mostly because I was sitting in a booth in a public restaurant, where I was sat waiting for my girlfriend to get off work. He asked me if I had anything I needed to do for the next 5-10 minutes, to which I could only stammer out the fact that I was in public. He responded:

As my eyes opened, I felt myself repeat his words.

“I am blank, sir.” I responded, and it was true. The only thing I was thinking about at that point in time was his words. As I kept reading, he first made me feel warm and tingly, and helped me pop all other thoughts in my head. As I sat there, quickly falling ever deeper into a fuzzy, light-headed trance, he made sure I kept my eyelids open, knowing that I was already beginning to struggle.

My lips parted and I felt myself giggle. Of course I’d giggle, a smile creeping over my face and my head nodding as I was instructed. I was a good girl, and good girls obey. Mantras and patterns had made me a very weak, obedient girl for him in the past, why would tonight be any different?

As the thoughts came back to my head, my back stiffened, and the realization that I was out in public was really starting to set in. As I was recovering, my girlfriend brought my food over, and I had to do my best not to give away my ‘condition’ as I stuttered out some pleasantries - a quick thank you and a smile. 

As I ate, he teased me with a fantasy, describing how he could speak to me on one of those little ‘invisible’ earpieces - you know, the ones that secret agents always have in the movies - whispering in my ear all day long. He described how he could have me wear glasses with a little camera in them, so he could see what I did. Threatening to put me under, and make me a mindless drone, just a puppet in trance, making people think that I was a perfectly normal functioning member of society - when the reality was that every little thing I did was being controlled. He talked about the thrill of knowing I was not in control, how intensely arousing it would be, and I had to agree - I was getting wetter by the second, which he seemed to pick up on.

I read his words, and could do little but answer ‘yes’, my thoughts whirling and my cunt throbbing with anticipation. Then he asked me a question which made it all somehow better.

“You’re half in trance just reading that fantasy, aren’t you?”

The way he could pick up on what I was feeling made my heart race - was I that easy to read or was he just THAT deep in my head already? Knowing how I was feeling, he commanded me to take a picture of my face. Wanting to see the reaction of his aroused little toy, perhaps. I knew that focusing on a camera for him meant obedience, a trigger he’d reinforced dozens of times, and as I took the pictures, it just made me fall all the deeper.

As he expanded on the fantasy, explaining how in my mindless puppetry, I’d come home for him after work, and be his own personal little camgirl slut. Telling me how he’d program me and brainwash me more and more each day, making me use my body to betray my mind and take me deeper under his control. Fucking my will away. As these fantasies unfolded, my thoughts gave way to waves of terror and lust. The fact that he could completely overpower my ability to function in this public place made me both terrified and completely aroused. I realized at this point that I may have been doing more than a little bit of squirming. Trying to control my outward appearance, and not grind against the booth I was sat at.

Then he typed it. The four words my mind had both been craving and dreading.

“Cum for me now.”

For a brief moment, my mind exploded, and several moans escaped my lips, to my horror. The waves of pleasure washed over me and I shuddered and shivered in delicious agony. My hand shot up over my mouth, stifling any more moans, and I hammered my keyboard, typing an incomprehensible string of letters. My eyes darted around the restaurant, wondering if anyone had noticed, but no-one seemed to have even glanced my way. Perhaps they had noticed, I thought, and they were just choosing to avoid looking. My girlfriend arrived just then with a second course for me. I looked up at her through a haze, and all I could manage was a few dysfunctional grunts.

I glanced back down at my computer as she walked away, to see him calling me a good girl, which sent another little wave of pleasure through my body, and then he asked rather cheekily if I’d been unable to contain myself. I told him the truth, and once again his ‘good girl’ made my pussy buzz in pleasure. It was then that he asked me what I was wearing, and I knew I was fucked. He taunted me with the idea of going to the ladies room, taking off my panties, and stuffing them somewhere on my person, all soaked through from my dripping cunt. In an achingly teasing tone, he asked me if I was afraid that doing so would leave a telling wet spot on the front of my black leggings.

At first I was slightly confused, my addled mind at first somehow interpreting his commands to mean hiding my panties somewhere around the restaurant, but with some gentle guidance in the right direction, I got back on board with where the conversation was actually going.

I could feel the heat growing on my face, knowing from experience that hiding my blush was almost impossible. So for me, this was an escape route. He wanted me to go to the bathroom, and for me, being in the bathroom means being out of sight, at least from prying eyes. So I gathered my stuff, and hurriedly made my way there. I hung my bags on the coat rack inside the stall, pulled out my phone, and informed him where I was. Being the brat I am, I decided to prolong the inevitable for as long as my wetness would allow - deciding instead to give him a play by play of my state of undress.

As I sent the images, he praised me and triggered me more with pleasure, making me feel thoroughly submissive - or in his words, “weak, wet, and willing”. After I had finished sending these pictures, in as much of a slow and torturous manner as I could, I felt a little more bratty, like I’d won some small victory. That was when he typed a trigger that left me without the ability to speak - mouth stuck open by an invisible gag, a little like this:

Surprised by the trigger, I had barely opened my mouth, when he hit me with my second orgasm trigger of the evening. My knees weakened, and as I stood, completely naked in the bathroom stall, I could feel my wetness start to run down my thighs. I stared down at the neatly folded pile of clothing, and half-giggled, half-whimpered to myself. It was then that I took and sent a picture that will remain private for now - *blush*. As the chill of the bathroom set in, he commanded me to redress (without the panties, of course) and to sit at my table, a command I gladly obeyed, feeling more than a little flustered. As I gathered my things and sat back down at my table, I stared down at that second course that I hadn’t managed to eat. Getting back on my laptop, I sent him a message:

My mind plunged back into trance, my eyes glazing over, my jaw going loose, and my conditioning taking over. It always felt so good to sink for him. Always deeper.

From there, we went through some aftercare and soft trancing, his words praising my submission, wrapping around my mind like a blanket, making me feel happy and loved.

I came out of trance just in time to see my girlfriend walk over to talk to me. I smiled and did my best to hide the effects of the intimate yet public session I’d had just moments before. Despite being out of trance, I still felt the effects of our play for a while afterwards, and now I’d have to endure the rest of the night without any panties at all! To top it all off, Sir didn’t exactly make it easy on me either, even after he was done with my submissive little cunt…

The End - for now.