Never Going To Be Presentable

[Fair warning: trancy language incoming]

“So to be clear, if I can make you my hypnotized slave in under 15 minutes, I can do whatever I want?” I nodded. Haylee continued, “And if I can’t, all you want is a free dinner?” “Yup.” She mused it over, “I have a sneaking suspicion you don’t want to win this bet, and that, either way, you win.” “Well,” I responded, “don’t think of it like that. Think of it as like a time trial! You gotta sharpen up your skills every once in a while, can’t use the same induction all the time.” Haylee huffed, “Fine. But when you lose, you buy me dinner. And ice cream.” “Deal,” I started my watch, “Clocks ticking, show me what you got!” I looked up to see her rushing towards me. She grabbed me underneath the chin and held it up, taking my breath from me for a second, just enough to where I had to tilt my head up to rest it’s weight on her hand. Then the shock of what she was about to do hit me. “Wait, no… That’s my induction! You can’t do that!” I protested. “Oh yes I can.” She flashed a sly smile, “And because you know this induction inside and out, because you’ve used it oh so many times, you know just how effective it will be, and you know that you can already feel your nervous energy flowing away from you, through your chin, and into my hand, as I take it all away from you…” I tried to turn my head away, a bit playfully, but her firm grasp kept me in place, looking right at her as she spoke. “Ah-ah, you stay right there. Just let me do all the working here, no need to cause your muscles any unnecessary stress. Just relax back and let me guide you through. Deep breath.” Almost instinctively I felt myself breathe in deeply. I recognized these words, I’d used this same induction on her before. Hell, I’d created this induction, just to test on her. And here she was, turning my own words back against me. “Good… Now, let’s start low. Focus on your toes for me, feel all the tension and stress inside them, then feel them start to go almost numb, as all that stress, all the tension, flows up through you, out through my hand, and leaves your body completely.” “Feel yourself giving all that tension to me, letting me release it from you. Don’t worry, I know what to do with it, you just let me take it from you, as we move up your legs…” I murred as my body began to fall limp, I could feel everything flowing out of me like a river, and I realized I’d been staring into her cool blue eyes the entire time, just focusing on them and her words. “… And up through your arms, as you give me all your stress. There’s no need for you to keep it, and you’re doing so well. You’re becoming so relaxed, so loose and limp…” At some point I realized I’d been moved and was sitting on the edge of the bed. My legs wouldn’t carry my weight at that point anyway. The only thing keeping me from flopping back onto the bed at this point, was her hand under my chin, holding me up, making sure I kept listening, kept looking… “…keep breathing deep. Because we’re almost done, and you’ve done so good. Because you know, I haven’t taken anything from you. You have given it all to me, because you’re such a good little subject. Just a little bit more, as I want you to give me all the stress build up in your mind, in your head. All the stress, all the tension, all the thoughts. You don’t need them anymore, just give them all to me… That’s right…” My mind emptied as I stared blankly into those blue eyes. “… All of it is gone, you’ve given me your thoughts, your worries, and even your will. All of them are stresses you don’t need anymore. And you know now, that the only thing that’s keeping you up, the only thing that’s keeping you from dropping, in more ways than one, is me.” Her grip on my chin loosened ever so slightly. I made a whimper, it was the only thing I could do. “I’m in control, because you gave me your control. And you know when I let go, the only thing you’ll do, the only thing you can do, is drop.” Then she just held me there for a minute, and smiled. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t snap her fingers, she just let go. “…and I’ll count you up, in three, two, one! Wide awake feeling good, feeling wonderful!” She clapped her hands as I opened my eyes. “So?” she giggled, “How are you feeling?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes with my left hand. “You cheated!” I said playfully. “You never specified any rules. You were so eager to get all trancey that you just let me do whatever I wanted. And besides, you of all people should’ve known that hypnotists are dirty dirty cheaters.” she stuck her tongue out at me. I sighed, clearly she was better at this than I remembered. Not that I minded. “Do you have a question?” I was startled as she interjected my thoughts, “What are you talking about?” Haylee giggled, “Look up.” I cast my gaze up to see my hand raised high above my head. I hadn’t even noticed it. How long had it been there? I started to move it down, but Haylee interrupted again. “Woah! I would slow down there if I were you. Who knows what might happen if you put that hand down.” “Wait, are you saying…” “I’m not saying anything, I just have a feeling that you might lose something if you put that hand down.” I immediately straightened my arm out, “That’s okay, I’ve done my lifting this week. I can keep it here for a looooong time.” She smirked, “Are you sure about that? How long would it take?” I looked at the watch on my left wrist, “Eleven… Ten minutes… or so…” “That seems like forever from now, and you’ve already had it up there for such a long time. Doesn’t it feel… heavy?” As soon as she said it, my arm started to dip, “Umm, no? I’ll be alright.” “Are you sure?” She feigned concern, “I mean, maybe you could let it drop, just for a second, then put it back up. I’m sure it would be alright.” “Nope, I’ll be fine, thanks.” my shoulder started to feel wobbly, like it was turning to jello. “I mean, I don’t know what will happen if you drop your hand. Maybe nothing will happen, and we can go get your dinner. Wouldn’t that just be such a relief? Come on, just let it fall.” “No thanks, I got this.” I don’t got this. “I don’t think your arm agrees.” she snickered. I could feel my hand slowly passing by my ear as I strained to keep it up. I could feel my head getting more and more droopy. “There you go, almost there! Now just let it Drop.” My hand fell to my side, and my mind fell down… “…e, two, three, up!” She snapped her fingers as I opened my eyes and wondered how I ended up on the sofa underneath her. “And three, two, one, slee…” “…two, three, up.” Another snap, this time I was in the love seat, with her sitting on my lap. What was going on? “Annnnd three, two, one…” “…o, three, up! All the way up!” Snap. Same position this time, but it took me a minute to realize my clothes were thrown all across the floor, and I was sitting completely nake–“Now three, two, one…” “…ree, up!” It took a lot to open my eyes this, but when I did, I found there were no more clothes between the two of us. “Three, two…” “…up!” Ugggh. It keeps getting harder and harder to form thoughts like thi–“Three… ”…annnnnd up!“ Mmrrr, this type of full body hug is really lovely. "Sleep…” “…wake up.” Mmmmmrrrr–“Sleep!” “…the way up!” ……….. “And sleep…” … There’s something in my mouth… … It’s kinda tasty… … Is that strawberry? … No, wait. That’s strawberry flavoured lu- I open my eyes to find my mouth moving up and down Haylee’s rainbow strap-on, and sucking with quite a bit of enthusiasm. I feel like I’m awake, but my body won’t stop, like I’m on autopilot and the only thing I can do is fellatio her cock. Her hands run through my hair and push me towards her, as I try to mumble something along the lines of “Hmmmhhrrmm?” “Oh! Do you have something to say?” She snaps her fingers. The strap-on pops out of my mouth. “I am a good hypnoslut.” I hear myself say, and before I can even question what just happened I’m back to sucking the rainbow of colors. “Yes you are! You are a good hypnoslut! What else can you say?” Snap. Again, my mouth moves to speak without my permission, “I am an obedient hypnoslut.” Then I’m blowing her the next second. I didn’t want to say it, but then I said it, and it felt so good. “Mmmm, more.” Another Snap. “I am a suggestible hypnoslut.” Every time it just feels better and better and easier and easier to say it. SNAP “I am a happy hypnoslut.” And I really, really am. SNAP “I am a good hypnoslut.” SNAP “I am an obedient hypnoslut.” SNAP “I am a suggestible hypnoslut.” SNAP “I am a happy hypnoslut.”

Hi, Author here! This is basically the cumulative work of my bus rides from the last week. I hope you enjoy!

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Epilogue “Come on, get up. You owe me dinner.”

“Alright, I’m coming. What’s on the menu?”

“For you? Pasta… And pussy.”

“Did you leave the lights on?”

I looked at her as she drove down the highway with me in the passenger’s seat. It’d been well over an hour since we left the house.

“No,” I said, “I turned the lights off before we left.”

“Are you sure you didn’t leave the lights on? It doesn’t sound like it…”

I turned to her in my seat, “Yes, I’m positive I turned the lights off– what do you mean ‘it doesn’t sound like it’?”

“No, I think you left the lights on. Just let me fix that real quick…” She reached over towards me and

SNAP

My eyes snapped shut. The lights turned off. My mind fell blank.

I think I’m a nymphomaniac. I don’t know why I say that.

Also, I should probably get a new therapist, because I’m fucking my old one.

I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with the fact that she told me what to do all the time, so when she told me to eat her out right there in her office, I didn’t really think about it much, I just… Did it.

Let me back up.

So I’ve been seeing Dr. Vienna for about 9 months now, and during that time I’ve basically told her everything about my life. We talked about my family, my childhood, my daddy issues, where I grew up, what my friends were like, where I went to college, how much I drank, what my life was like now, what color underwear I liked, how my work was progressing, how much I loved her pussy, what type of exercise I liked, how much sex I had, what my favorite food was… You know, the usual stuff.

But about a month ago, I started forgetting things about our conversations. At first I thought they were just becoming too routine, then I realized that wasn’t it. Instead, I was paying *more* attention, but not to her words, or at least, not consciously. Dr. Vienna had started wearing these really intricate, really beautiful pieces of jewelry, and they always caught my attention. It started with this long turquoise necklace that sparked in the sunlight, and stopped my train of thought every time it did.

I didn’t think anything of it that first time, but then the next session she had these uber reflective bracelets on, that just caught the sunlight every time she moved. And since she loved to use body language, they flashed at me all the time.

This just continued, one day she’d wear earrings that would shine and shimmer, the next she’d wear a necklace with an emerald that I could just stare into for the whole time. Every time, I would just stare at whatever caught my attention, then before I knew it, she was standing up and telling me to schedule my next session. Every time, I would just space out, stare, and ‘listen’ to what she had to say, but it was like I was only subconsciously listening. I would hear her and occasionally respond, but I never remembered what either of us said afterward.

I thought maybe I was spacing out because we didn’t have much to talk about, and that maybe it was time to end the therapy. After all, my life was in order now, unlike 9 months ago. My work was fun, I had friends I actually talked to, I was eating healthy, and I just felt like I belonged. I met all the goals I’d set for myself, so maybe I’d be alright without Dr. Vienna to guide me through my mind- I mean, my life.

But I really began to feel… attached to the doctor. I trusted her more than anyone I’d ever known, and I know there’s supposed to be a “doctor-patient relationship” professionalism there, but it really felt like maybe something was going on between us.

For example, when I accidentally blurted out how attractive I thought she was, she just bit her lip and thanked me, before turning back to her notes. When I told her I wanted to know what her frenulum piercing felt like, she didn’t hesitate to shove her tongue into my mouth when we kissed to let me explore every bit of it. When she told me she had an exercise that required both of us to be naked, my clothes were off before she turned around, because I trust her. I more than trust her…

But despite all that, I was going to come in today and tell her that I was ending our sessions, cause I don’t need them anymore, and maybe we could still talk afterwards, you know, as friends or something. But I don’t think I ever got around to that.

You see, she was wearing this deep, red ruby on her necklace, that just caught every bit of my attention as soon as I walked in. And before I knew it, my clothes were strewn across the room as I started doing the breathing exercises for her.

And things just… Happen. She leads me to the brain exercises (no thinking, only listening), and then stretching, then playing… and then, now…

So yeah, here I am, on my knees, eating out Dr. Vienna like a sex crazed nymphomaniac. But really it’s not like that, Dr. Vienna is doing this cause she knows how relaxed and obedient it makes me. She knows I always need to relax a bit more in my busy life. I know I’m doing such a good job too, her moans and hands in my hair tell me that.

Her hands on the back of my head suddenly push me inward. My air supply is cut off but I know I have to keep licking and sucking no matter what, as the doctor’s hips buck, as her hands dig into my hair,  and as she finally orgasms, spraying sweet nectar across my face.

And time again just disappears……

Oh, I love this part of the session. Dr. Vienna has this exercise where I stare at her necklace and repeat things (I never remember what exactly), while she rams my backdoor as hard as she can. It gets me to release tension like you wouldn’t believe, and I’m always so relaxed for the rest of the week after we do it.

I hear myself repeating words… 'Fucktoy…’ 'Submissive…’ 'Obedient…’, And I feel those words sink into my head, only to be erased from my memory every time I feel the ecstasy that comes from her being fully inside my ass. It just-Oh god, fffuuccc…… disappears… She tells me with every movement I become a little more obedient, every flash of the crystal makes me a little bit more hers, every stroke makes me forget a little bit more… makes me forget more…

*SNAP*

“And all the way up, dear. Feeling wonderful and fantastic!” Dr. Vienna sat back in her chair as I sat up, “Well! That was a wonderful session! Be sure to check with the secretary, and I hope to see you next week!” Dr. Vienna began to pack up her stuff. I yawned and shook my head, it felt like it had been covered in cobwebs. Wait, was the session over already? We’d just started, right?

I wanted to say something, but my hand automatically reached for my coat and I found my legs carrying me out of the door to her office. I hadn’t even had a chance to talk about maybe canceling… But maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. She had been so good to me over the last 9 months, and like I said, it felt like a special connection we shared. I always do feel so much better after her sessions, maybe if I went for a few more weeks it wouldn’t hurt…

My head is rocked back and forth in your hands, slowly shaking my thoughts loose, slowly letting them fall out of my head. My neck has long gone limp, as has the rest of my body, letting you just rock my head so gently in your hands, leaving me to think about nothing except how good your touch feels.

Your hands are so light and gentle, but your touch seems to soak so deeply into my skin, like water sinking into the driest soil. It’s like my whole body was begging for moisture, and I never realized it until you rained your body down on mine.

Your words begin to sound clearer now, they come back to my mind as the limpness fades away. You’re counting me up now, from five, four, three, two…

“One! All the way up!” You pause as I blink my eyes and try to move the hair out of my face. “How did that feel?” you ask.

“Mmm, amazing? Fantastic? Just everything…” I say, almost seeming out of breath from the after trance high. I look back at you with adoration in my mostly glassed over eyes, “Thank you,”

“Mmm!” You giggle and lean forward to give me a hug, which I embrace. You sit back when suddenly you get a twinkle in your eye, like an idea that popped into your head. “Do you wanna do it again?”

I nod immediately, “Mmm, yes please,”

“Then can I pull your hair for this one?”

I nod again, even more enthusiastically.

Suddenly your hand is behind my head, reaching into my hair and pulling in back. I gasp and my breath shudders. You’re now slightly taller than me, forcing me to look up at you as you pull my head back. The only response I can manage is a whimper.

You look directly into my eyes, instructing me to do the same with only your gaze. Then your hand suddenly pushes my head towards you as you command “Sleep!”

[Employee Files]

Kelly tried to keep her hands from sweating as she held her portfolio. She was supposed to be called up for her interview 15 minutes ago. When questioned, the receptionist just mumbled something about ‘running late’ and dismissed her to her seat. It had taken forever just to get to this part, a half dozen interviews, hundreds of pages of forms, and more copies of her resumé than she cared to count. But she was just more one interview away from landing it, and she felt like she was either going to knock it out of the park, or throw up on her shoes from nerves. Kelly looked at the two other women in the room. Both of them looked sharp, but other than that seemed to have nothing in common with her. One of them looked like a bodybuilder, with muscles for days, who could likely lift Kelly over her head without breaking a sweat. The other… Well, if she wasn’t wearing a suit, Kelly could have mistaken her for a stoner who’d waltzed into the office on accident. She even had bleached white dreadlocks, some of which had little red-yellow-green Rasta beads on them. Even if all that was a bit stereotypy, the smell that came off her sure wasn’t shampoo. Kelly vaguely wondered how three very different women could be the finalists for the same position, but her train of thought was interrupted by the door behind the receptionist opening, and a tall blonde woman stepping through. “Kelly? Rihanna? And April.” The three women in the receptionary all stood up. Kelly was shocked, all the emails she received specificity said there was to be NO group interviews, only individual ones. They must just be taking us to another waiting room, thought Kelly as they all walked through the door and down the hallway. But no, it looked like they really wanted a curveball, as the women were lead to a room with 4 chairs facing each other in a square. The blonde woman sat in seat that looked best suiting for actually working and motioned for the others to do the same in the chairs that were much more comfy and padded. Kelly laid her bag on the floor next to her chair, while the bodybuilder or whatever woman slung hers over her chair, and Dreadlocks didn’t seem to have one. This was going to be a piece of cake, she thought, I’m obviously the most professional one here. “Ahem,” the blonde clear her throat, “Thank you for coming here today, you all look wonderful. I’m Joanne Woodward, Head of HR, and as I’m sure you’re all aware, you three are the final candidates for my personal secretary position.” Kelly nodded and took a glance at the other two. “To my right,” Joanne continued, “Ms. April Styles.” April gave a brief nod, sticking her chin out as if to say ‘Sup?’. “Right across from me, Ms. Rihanna Dar.” The bodybuild–Rihanna smiled warmly, but somehow that just made her look more intimidating. “And finally, Ms. Kelly Maxine Helmsley.” Kelly gave a polite little wave, which was met with stares from the other two interviewees. Miss Woodward seemed to catch this, and sighed slightly as she put down her clipboard. “Now, now ladies, I know we’re all a bit tense, but please, just relax a little. In fact, let’s try something…” she reached into her bag. “This isn’t the usual format, but let’s start with some breathing exercises.” She brought out what looked like one of those little air freshener things that automatically sprayed into air every so often, laying it down on the floor in the middle of the chairs. Kelly thought it looked familiar, but why was she using it here…? “So, ladies, everyone just take a deep breath,” She started. Kelly decided to go along with it and breathed in. “Hold it… And let it out…good…” The air freshener suddenly went off, and sprayed almost directly in Kelly’s face. She gagged a little bit, before realizing she somehow recognized the smell. It was… Peaches? But not just any peaches, it was like this familiar scent was just so familiar… So memorable… So… Arousing… A moan escaped Kelly’s lips before she could stop it, loud and needy and almost whorish. She looked back up at the other women, horrified at what just happened. April and Rihanna both looked at her a bit shocked, while Miss Woodward just seemed a bit amused. “Is something wrong dear?” she asked. “Uhh, no, sorry…” Kelly stumbled. She quickly sat up and tried to regain her composure, “Just, um… Must of been something I ate for lunch, not sitting with me well.” The blonde almost giggled, “Well, if you need to use the restroom, sweetie, please just let me know.” “No, no I’m fine.” Kelly knew she couldn’t let this opportunity pass her by, and she certainly couldn’t make a fool of herself. “I just need a little-” Kelly was cut off when the sprayer activated again, making arousal bloom throughout her, and drawing another loud moan from her lips. Her body quivered as nerve endings everywhere just seemed to fire in pleasure. Hers wasn’t the only moan this time though, she looked up just in time to see April throwing her head back in pleasure and Rihanna squirming and reaching in between her legs. “Well, I guess we’re all just a bit… on edge today.” Seemingly unaffected, Joanne looked around the room at the 'job applicants’. All three of them had unfocused eyes and heavy breaths. “That’s alright, and really, you’re reactions are just helping me with my decision. Well, actually, you’re all making it a lot harder.” Kelly breathed in. Peaches filled her nostrils and her arousal went wild. All at once she forgot what was proper, forgot where she was, and remembered that she needed to touch herself. She couldn’t stand it any longer. Her hand slipped right under her pants as she tried to finger herself, but her movements were too uncoordinated, too sloppy, her body was just too out of it to do anything properly at this point. Somehow, through the clouds of peaches, Kelly realized that Joanne had been speaking the whole time, that her words were still reaching Kelly’s mind. “… And really, you should’ve all been just a bit suspicious when you realized you couldn’t remember anything from the last interview. You couldn’t remember me, couldn’t remember being dropped, so deep down, and you certainly couldn’t remember being taken, programmed, brainwashed, mmmm…” Kelly moaned again and again. The words slipped in and into her, but she barely seemed to register them. The smell of the peaches was just too thick, it was so hard to think through, but Joanne’s words just seemed to merge with them, become so thick, so arousing… Somehow, through fluttering eyes, Kelly managed to look up at her competitors. April was naked, groping every erogenous zone on her tattooed body, with her white dreadlocks messy and scattered. Rihanna looked desperate, her hands stroking up and down her hard cock as fast as they could go, her hips bucking the whole time. All of them were in some state of undress, including Joanne, who was walking towards Kelly with something in hand… Joanne pushed Kelly’s legs together and pulled off her underwear. Her pants had disappeared at some point before this. She sat down, straddling Kelly’s lap, and leaned forward to give her a long, deep kiss. Kelly kissed her back, tasting the peaches on her lips and immediately wanting more of her. Their arms wrapped around each other as the fog in Kelly’s brain only grew, and only made her want and need this more. Joanne suddenly broke from the kiss, leaving Kelly panting and desperate. “I think it’s time to complete your programming. Legs open,” she commanded, and Kelly obeyed without thought. She took the object in her hand and placed it between Kelly’s legs, slowly sliding in inside her. Kelly yelped and moaned in pleasure as it slowly filled her pussy as much as it could. The next moment, Joanne was gripping her hair, pulling her forward and whispering in her ear, “Mmmmm, you’d make such a good secretary, wouldn’t you? But I juuuussst can’t choose yet… So convince me. Say you belong to me.” The words spilled from Kelly’s mouth surrounded by moans, “I-I-I belong to you.” Buzzzzz, Kelly screamed in pleasure as the toy inside of her vibrated, pairing with the feel of the peaches to create indescribable pleasure. “Say you’re my brainwashed and obedient little puppet.” “I’m your bra-b-bra-brainwashed, o-obedient puppet!” Kelly screamed before Buzzzzzzzzz Joanne’s grasp on her hair tightened, stopping her from squirming and bringing her in close to look right into her eyes, “Cum for me.” Buzzzzzzzzzzz Kelly’s eyes rolled back, and screamed at the top of her lungs as the pleasure exploded inside of her and she came and came and came… … … … *SNAP* “Ah, sorry, looks like you fell asleep on us. That’s alright, it’s been a long day.” Joanne spoke in front of her. Kelly quickly opened her eyes and sat up, scrambling to remember what part of the interview they were on. She remembered some question about… Financial assets? Joanne stood back in front of the three women, “But good news! I have decided to hire all three of you for the position! You all did so well and have such diverse talents that it would be a shame if I didn’t hire you all.” Kelly breathed a sigh of relief and felt a grin forming across her face. She had finally made it. “So I hope to see you at my office bright and early tomorrow morning, yes?” Miss Woodward nodded to each of them. “Okay! Congratulations to all, be sure to dress appropriately! Have a good night!” Kelly stood up and shook hands with everyone before grabbing her back and heading out to the lobby. She was ecstatic to finally have the job of her dreams. She would call her mother on the way home and ex– Kelly paused as she passed a mirror on her way to the elevator. There was a smudge on her cheek, it looked like…lipstick? She wiped it off with her finger, it wasn’t hers. She brought it up to her nose to sniff it. It smelled like…. Peaches…

Hi! Author here! This is a prompt I’ve had sitting in my notes for about a year now, back when I had my last group interview. I finally wrote something on it during sleep debt, so it became sleepy smut, and I hope you enjoy!

(Smut, hypnosis, malesub, face slapping, d/s, other fun things)

I walked up behind the shorter boy, his hands trembling knowing I was behind him. I hadn’t told him where on his tender body I was going to start, so whatever I did was going to be a surprise.

I began to slowly run my hands through his hair. He flinched, but stayed in place as commanded, as my fingers caressed his scalp under his long, brown locks.

“Hello Kyle,” I began, slowly moving around to his front, where I could see his blushing face, his eyes pointed to my shoes. “How’s my favorite slut today?”

He gasped a little and looked up at me before biting his lip. He always bites his lip in the cutest, most innocent way. And it always sets off something deep inside me.

I grasped his hair in a tight fist and smiled as his breath left him and his eyes glassed over. I pulled back, forcing him down, forcing him to his knees, forcing him to that very familiar position at my feet for me. He looked up at me, already panting, and already very obviously aroused.

“Oh? Did that turn you on or something?” I asked as I brushed over the bulge in his pants with my foot, which twitched in response. “Did that make you…” I leaned to speak in his left ear, “Horny?” I walked around him to ask his right side, “Aroused?” I switched again. “Desperate?” And again. “Submissive?” “Eager?” “Willing?” “Wanting?” “Needing?”

The poor boy never stopped nodding.

“Mmmmmm, good boy.” He looked up at me with a desperate look in his eye as I cupped his cheek.

*SMACK*

I brought my right palm down across his face with open fingers, exerting force into his other cheek, his head unable to move away, being rested firmly in my hands. A red color began to fill his face, as I gave it a few more gentle pats.

I leaned in and whispered into his ear, like I was afraid someone would overhear us, “Check in with me, still feeling good?”

He immediately nodded, “Yes please, keep going Master, please.”

I stood back up, letting the gentle yet firm look creep back across my face. “Very good boy.” I scritched his head behind his ear, to which he leaned into, clearing enjoying.

Before too long, I reset my grip on his hair, keeping his head in place through the tension to look up at me, and only at me. Then I began to speak, shifting my tone, making it deeper and more fluid, more commanding, and much more irresistible to the adorable toy in front of me.

“Listen to my voice,” I said, maintaining eye contact no matter what, “Listen to what I tell you, and understand, right now, just how my words affect you.”

“I’m not going to tell you to drop,” I stated, “I’m not going to tell you to do anything but listen to my voice and hear what it has to say. You can stay in whatever state you want, and I won’t tell you to do anything.”

His head tilted slightly, like a confused puppy, as he continued to look up into my eyes.

“I’m not going to tell you to feel yourself sink into trance, and I’m not going to tell you how good that’ll feel. All I’m going to tell you is that whatever you do now, is your choice. I’m not asking you to slow your breathing. I’m not commanding you to feel the tension leaving your body, and to feel the resistance leave with it. I’m not ordering you to do anything.”

Despite my protests, the good toy’s breathing had begun to fall into a slow, more organized pattern.

“But if you do fall into a deep and relaxing trance, let me warn you, that I will get deep inside your brain. I will implant myself on your every thought. And I will stick around in every crease and crevasse in your mind and fuck around with whatever I please, however I please, whenever I please.”

Kyle’s eyelids began to sag and blink more as he nodded desperately.

“So I won’t tell you to sink deeper with every breath, because you clearly don’t want me deep inside your mind. And I won’t tell you to breathe in relaxation and breathe out stress, because you obviously wouldn’t want me to melt you into a submissive little puddle. And I will not order you feel waves of pleasure roll over you every time you do as I say, because you would never want to be my desperate, brainwashed fucktoy.”

That line caused Kyle to start to whimper and whine.

“Oooooh? What’s that? You do want to be my obedient slut?”

He nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, yes please…”

“Hmmmmm?” I quelled? “What was that?  Do you want me to drop you and turn every bit of your mind to mush? Perfect for me to mold as I see fit?”

He moaned in desperation “Yes! Yes yes yes please yes Please Yes!”

“Then Drop.” *SNAP*

His head dropped to his chest. His muscles went limp. The whines and whimpers ceased, replaced with the sound of a deep and satisfied sigh.

“…back up in five, four, three, two, one!” *Snap!*

She tilted her head and looked up at me with big eyes, looking somewhat befuddled at her condition. The cat ears on her head shook a little as she gazed down at the duct tape on the floor, finding herself inside the box I had laid down there.

“Meow?” She spoke in a high pitched but smooth voice, “What have you done, Brooks?”

I brought my hand to her head and began to scratch behind her ear. She instinctively leaned into me and smiled while letting out a low “Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…”

I stepped back and watched as she again tilted her head and the look of confusion returned to her face. “Why’d you stop? Mew?”

I sat myself down on the sofa facing her, “Oh, no reason. I just wanted to relax a bit with my pretty kitty in my lap,” I teased, “So I guess if you want more pet, you’re gonna have to come over here.”

She pouted her lips for a split second, then held her head up with a look of determination. She raised a paw then… put it right back down.

Her eyebrow raised and her lips pursed. She raised her left paw this time, brought it forward slowly, then watched as it lowered itself to the ground. Immediately, she brought it up again, and the same result occurred. Again and again, until she was thoroughly pawing at nothing but the air in front of her. I giggled, watching her all the while.

Finally, she stopped and looked to see what was halting her progress, and her gaze landed upon the tape on the floor. Something seemed to click in her mind, as she slowly moved her right paw forward… forward… inching closer to the line in front of her… until the tips of her fingers reached the smooth surface of it, and her arm automatically retraced her paw back its original position.

Bewilderment was apparent across her face, until she looked up at me, giving the evil eye.

“What did you do to me? Maow?” She asked in her kitty voice, almost sneering at me.

I feigned surprise, “Me? Why, I did nothing! I simply… allowed you to be my adorable little kitten for a while, and I must say you’re doing a wonderful job of it.” I smiled sweetly at her.

“But… you…” She interrupted her own sentence to quickly lower her shoulders and scratch scratch scratch scratch at the tape with both paws, before looking back up at me with pouty eyes.

I gave her a ‘Well?’ shrug, “I mean, I guess if you really don’t want any more pets, you can just stay in that box then—“

“I want em!” She interrupted, bouncing slightly, “But-but you did something to me!”

“What? What did I do?” I asked, knowing the answer.

She turned a whole 360 degrees, her tail sliding on the ground behind her, searching for any break in the tape, anywhere she could use to escape, but ended up facing me again and laying on her stomach with a ‘poomf!’ “I can’t get outta the boooooox!” She complained, “And it’s all your fault!” She stuck her tongue out at me.

I stood up and walked to her position slowly, “Now, now, I would never do anything so mischievous. I’m an honest hypnotist after all.”

“There’s no such thing!” She said.

I chuckled, “I can neither confirm nor deny that.” I cleared my throat, “But I assure you that all I did was make sure that my good little kitty,” I scratched behind her ear, “Acts and behaves like a good kitty should! And if, to your mind, that means not quite understanding that lines on the floor do not dictate where you are or aren’t allowed to go, then that is your mind’s decision.”

She leaned into my petting again, but still stick out her tongue at me.

“Anyway, come on! Let’s get kitty some treats!” I stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Behind me as I moved away, I heard the sound of carpet being scratched and complaints of “Nonono wait! Meow! Don’t go, I can’t go! Meow! … Oh, dirty rotten hypnotists…”

In the pitch black darkness of the early hours of the morning, her phone buzzed to life, vibrating against her nightstand loudly and casting light across the room.

Alicia, being pulled from sleep, had every intention of rolling over and letting it go to voicemail. It was an unfamiliar ring tone, which meant that it was probably a robocall anyways, and whatever it was, she could deal with it later. 

She had every *intention* of doing that, but instead in the haze of sleep she felt her arm extend outward, grasp it, and bring it to her ear. 

*beep*

A low, masculine voice came through the the speaker. 

“Good girl.”

Alicia squinted and blinked her eyes to try to open them against the darkness and heaviness of the room, slowly racking her brain to try to place the voice on the phone. Before she arrived at an answer, he spoke again. 

“You know it’s important to listen to me. You’re such a *good girl* for picking up when I called.”

She really should be waking up to deal with this, she really should feel some kind of alarm, but somehow the man’s voice made her feel even more lethargic, like she could fall back to sleep listening to him… A small sigh came out of her, muffled into the pillow. 

“That’s right, go ahead and drift off again like a good girl… My voice always makes you so sleepy, so relaxed that you don’t have to care about anything at all… Your unconscious mind will listen, craving your programming, and your conscious mind can just go right back to sleep…”

Alicia felt her eyes roll a little and her mind go dim, dark, and far away. Her breathing evened out even further. It was a strange feeling, strangely familiar to feel like she was sinking endlessly into sleep while a part of her stayed awake. 

And it felt… So good… In that comfortable, endless darkness behind her fluttering eyelids, she felt warm pleasure start to bubble up inside of her. 

“That’s right, it feels good, doesn’t it? It feels so good to sleep for me and be conditioned to my voice… Because my voice touches a certain part of you that craves to obey… And it feels better and better every time.”

Alicia moaned softly as her limp body began to really feel a part inside of her sparked with heat and desire, a part that slept during the day and woke up at night, a hungry, needy part of her that listened carefully and yielded to someone’s instructions… 

“Good girl. It feels so right to be hypnotized. It feels so right to serve. Your body remembers. Your mind forgets.”

Her mouth began to sleepily slur out, “yyyes, m'ster…” and it turned into a moan halfway through as pleasure gripped her from the inside, rendering her motionless body even more helpless. 

“Your body remembers. Your mind forgets.”

“Mm- body r'members… Mind f'rgets… Ohhhhh, mmm…”

“Good girl. Such a sleepy, obedient girl. You did so well tonight." 

"Mmm-mmast'r…”

“Now hang up the phone and drop into a deep sleep.”

Alicia obeyed, and slept. 

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