Littlebh13

It’s been a while since I posted (out of trance anyway), but I thought I’d continue where I left off last time…

I had been hypnotized by my mistress a couple of times when she began adding the numbers rule to our sessions. The numbers rule was a pretty simple rule, and I’m sure people can probably guess, but I’ll explain it anyway. In trance my mistress suggested that she would be able to control how aroused I felt using a scale between 1 & 10 (with 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest).

This scale was surprisingly effective, and it was used over the next few session, to the point where no induction was needed for the numbers to have any effect on me. I realized this as it was happening and became completely aware of the power my mistress has over me, and I liked it.

For the first few sessions she only had to get as high as numbers 6 and 7 before I became so horny that I couldn’t keep my hands from rubbing my entire body. I mean my entire body as well, not just the naughty bits. Every time my hands ran up and down and all over my legs, arms and chest I felt so good. I could not keep my hands off myself. 

The teasing also began with the numbers. The teasing was great fun, and it felt really good to be used by miss as a plaything. Basically throughout conversations she would slowly build the numbers up, letting them rise slowly from 1 to 6 and then drop it all the way back down again, and this would work every time. As soon as she hit a low number I would become a lot less aroused, but because being so aroused felt so good I would beg and offer to do things for her (this in itself probably warrants another separate post). 

One of the YCH Hypnotized Headshots! This one is being posted separately from the rest because it has the animation add-on.

OOC:

WELL NOW I’M CRYING.

Hero: Phew! That ogre took all day to wrangle, huh?

Apprentice: No kidding! Well, we better tie this sucker up.

*Opens up the bag and withdraws red rope*

Hero: Wait, Bell. Don’t use the red rope. Open up my specially crafted enchantress-proof locked case and use the rope you find in there. The red rope is only for grappling hooking, setting camp tents, basically anything other than tying people up.

Apprentice: …Okay, you have to explain that a little bit.

Hero: That red rope has a curse on it that prevents it from being used to tie living animals up. I keep it that way because…well…

Apprentice: Yeah, I know. Fine. 

*The Next Day, the hero and the apprentice are in an inn*

Hero: Morning, Bell. I’m gonna go spend some of my half of that ogre bounty at the magical bazaar. You wanna come?

Apprentice: No, thanks. I have a headache from all that after-quest partying. I’ll just stay in the room for the rest of the morning.

Hero: Alright. I’ll drop in and see how you’re doing in the afternoon, then.

*On his way to the bazaar the hero notices a lady being mugged. He runs over to the cloaked mugger and delivers a kick that sends it flying several feet back*

Hero: Wait… that didn’t feel like a person…

*The cloaked “mugger” dissolves into magical goop. The hero turns around at the woman he “saved.” 

Enchantress: Thank you so much, hero!

*Before the hero could react she incapacitates him with a spell.* **Later, the hero awakens naked, lying on a bed in a dark room**

Hero: Ugh… where am I? 

Enchantress: *Holding a red rope* Rise and shine, hero. 

Hero: Oh no…

Enchantress: Relax, hero. I won’t hurt you. I just want to play a game.

Hero: Just what sort of game?

Enchantress: Simple…

*The enchantress swung the red rope around, letting it dangle and swing*

Enchantress: I’m going to wrap this rope around you…

Hero: But…But that rope…

Enchantress: Correct. It’s the same sort of cursed rope you’ve been carrying around, just to infuriate me. It can’t be used to bind human beings. 

*The enchantress carries the rope to a vase. The hero tries to stand up and flee but the enchantress holds him down with a spell and a snap of her fingers*

Enchantress: You’ll have your chance to leave in a minute. First…

*The hero watches as the enchantress sinks the entire rope in the vase. When she takes it out it is moist, dripping with some sort of fluid*

Hero: What is that?

Enchantress: You’ll see, dear hero. 

*She walks over to the magically detained hero with a mischievous grin. She spends the next wrapping the ropes around the hero’s body. Wrapped around his thighs from his knees to his pelvis, brushing his sensitive groin. Wrapped around his chest and armpit, and loosely wrapped around his wrists. No knots.  The hero feels the smooth oil around the rope and can even smell its perfume…*

Enchantress: *Holding onto one end of the rope* Are you ready? If you win, you’re home free.

Hero: What’s going on?

Enchantress: In a minute I will begin to pull my end of the rope. Because of the nature of the rope and the hormonal oil it’s coated in it will slowly slide off your body, smooth and painlessly. 

Hero: Okay then…

Enchantress: If you can endure the entire ordeal without cumming, I’ll set you free.

Hero: Without cumming- Wait What?

Enchantress: Ready? Here I go!

*And she pulls, agonizingly slow.

The oil coated rope slides smoothly off the hero’s body, wrapping around it like a snake around trees. 

The hero grits his teeth as he feels it slide along his body. His ticklish armpits. His sensitive sides. And along his groin… It’s body like a long, slippery snake…

The enchantress grins smug as she stops pulling the rope. Then she pulls it again, slowly. Then she speeds up only to stop again.

The hero grunts and struggles, trying his hardest to block the feeling of the rope sliding slowly, then fast, so erratic and unpredictable, along his body. His thighs instinctively clench around the rope, which only worsens the erotic torture. 

The snake-like rope uncoils around his left wrist, then his right. It slides agonizingly along his body, down his armpits. He’s halfway down, but struggling hard.*

Hero: N-no… Oh Gods…

Enchantress: Hold it in, hero! Oh babe, you’re almost free!

*And in an act of sexual cruelty she slows down. The hero finds himself losing his mind, tightening his thighs around the rope despite knowing he’s making it worse for himself*

Hero: P-please…

Enchantress: Please what, hero? Pull faster?

Hero: Yes…

Enchantress: If you insist…

*The enchantress obliges and the hero realizes his mistake. The smooth rope glides across his tight thighs and groin and the hero begins humping the bed uncontrollably. *

Enchantress: Oh no, hero! You’re so close! Don’t you want to leave?

Hero: *Tearfully gritting his teeth* Yy…Yyyes…

Enchantress: Poor hero… your body and mind aren’t agreeing with each other…

*The enchantress slows down pulling the rope as the hero speeds up his humping faster and faster, until he’s doing all of the work himself. She gives one last pull of her rope. It quickly slides off the hero’s body, giving his erogenous zones one last quick, effective lick. 

The hero gasps and cums loudly for a solid half minute. The enchantress smiles as she watches the pathetic hero hump the bed so messily.*

Enchantress: *Chuckles* Oh dear.

Hero: *Panting* No… no…

Enchantress: Yes. You gave this bed quite a big one.

*The enchantress sits down beside her tearful hero, comfortingly patting him.*

Enchantress: You know… technically you won that contest. You came after the rope slid off of you. If you wish, you may leave.

Hero: Again…

Enchantress: Pardon?

Hero: A-again… Please…

*The enchantress smirks and gives the hero a quick peck to the cheek, before taking the rope up to the vase and dipping it again.

This time she wraps half of the rope around only the hero’s waist and thighs, but the other half around her own thighs. She presses hers up against his.*

Enchantress: This time, we both get roped… okay?

Hero: Y-yes, Enchy…

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This, is a dial. Shocking, I know, but this dial, is special. I see I got your attention. Why it is special you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. This dial, is a brain dial. You can see that the arrow is pointing to the middle, so nothing’s happening. Now, there is a game I’d like to play with you. Imagine your hand onto a knob. This, is the knob that controls the dial. You see? It’s a silly game, but it can still be fun. Just play along. Trust me. After all, you are curious. “Brain Dial”. Its name is so…fun. So bobbly. Now, rotate the knob to the right. Look at the arrow moving. Slowly Steadily it feels soo good. And, actually, it feels…strange. You feel much more awake. You feel much more attentive. You feel much brighter. Might I say…you are feeling smarter. You realize the power of the dial. What it can do. You realize your potential. And still, you switch the knob back to his starting position. And now, you wonder. What would happen….If you turned the dial left. It’s not hard. You just turned it right, how bad could it be. Just a little. Try it. Look at the arrow slowly moving left. Slowly. Steadily. Oh my gosh, it feels ten times better than before. Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh can you feel that? Can you feel a pink, bobbly cloud covering your eyes? Playflully stroking your hair back and forth? And, oh my…can you feel a strange, playful tingle between your legs? Maybe i’m wrong, but still, I think you want to turn the dial a bit more. Just a little. Slowly. Streadily. And the arrow turn left. It goes lower And lower. And so does the pink cloud, it now engulfs your body. Caressing your skin. Gently massaging your back and whispering pretty pink thoughts into your ears. Pretty, pink thoughts. You start giggling. The tingle between your legs is growing stronger. And stronger. It’s hot in here, or it is just you? You know, you are starting to think a bit, and maybe this wasn’t a great idea. But still, thinking is becoming hard. So much pink around around you. Pretty, pink thoughts. Maybe…Maybe we could put the dial all the way down. Just…just for fun. I mean, it feels good right? And you like to feel good. Feeling good is a pretty pink thought,and you are realizing that, yes, you love pretty pink thoughts. And the dial turns. Faster And faster. All the way down. The cloud is engulfing you entirely. The tingle between your legs is like a volcano erupting. Touching yourself. Yes. You must do that You must feel good You…you must….but, hey, what is this thingy with numbers in front of you? What? You don’t remember? Well, why you dont just turn the knob right? Oh. Yes, how silly of me. You don’t know how to do that. You just have pretty pink thoughts. And what are they? Well, i’m glad to help you. Obey Giggle Touch yourself Obey Giggle Touch yourself Feel the pink Breathe the pink Be the pink Obey Giggle Touch Yourself Obey Giggle Touch yourself

You got that? Very good.

(Is a trigger warning necessary for a song about triggers? I suppose so… Warning… Hypnosis stuff maybe probably if you are inclined or possibly just the feeling of a little bit more of your innocence chipping away as experience sets in. Think of it like Blake if it helps.)

The wonderful thing about triggers Is triggers are wonderful things! The tops use their words to make Their bottoms dance on strings! You’re bouncy, trancy, mindless, helpless Fun, fun, fun, fun fun! But the most wonderful thing about triggers is That you have more than one! Triggers to make you deeper Triggers to wake you again Triggers to freeze and tease and please Triggers to melt your brain The wonderful thing about triggers Is triggers are marvelous tools They’re automatic, magic, tragic Makes you grinning fools Your’re wiggly, jiggly, deeply giggly Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun! But the most wonderful thing about triggers is This song’s another one.

(Apologies to the Sherman Brothers, Disney, and to you the audience…)

You are my good girl My trancy good girl You make me happy When you are deep You’ll never know dear What I have done to you Now it’s time to go to sleep

The other night dear When you were trancing You dreamed I held you in my arms When you awoke dear You were reprogrammed Though you still retain your charm

You are my good girl My mindless sex toy You make me horny When you obey They’ll never know dear How much I’ve changed you Or they’d take my dolly away.