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Belly Dancer was excited to finally be getting her chance to get onto the local superheroes squad. Sure, she’d didn’t technically have any super powers, and sure, she’d had her string of bad luck on her previous attempts to earn her place on the team, but really, being hypnotized by a joke spiral decoration could have happened to any superheroine. It actually had, several times, but Marvelous Maiden and Ms. Tik didn’t like to bring that up. But that’s besides the point; what mattered was that Belly Dancer had been given an opportunity to show her heroic capacity once more and this time she wasn’t going to waste it.

Her mission didn’t seem too dangerous. In theory it was just a simple surveillance and scouting mission. A new boutique had opened up in the high class part of town, Madame Fourreur’s Furs. Reports had been coming in that several women of high society had recently gone missing after visiting the shop. The women hadn’t been abducted at the shop, they simply all disappeared sometime after. So here Belly Dancer found herself in an alley on the side of the shop at night, preparing to snoop around.

It occurred to her that her superhero outfit was perhaps not the most ideal for a stealthy mission, as the silver trim on her silken dancer’s outfit would no doubt reflect any lights and show up on camera, assuming of course that the silver lettering of B and D on her dancer’s bra didn’t. At least her opaque veil hid her face, so she was slightly incognito. She luckily didn’t have a well known face like some unmasked superheroines. Sure, putting on a pair of fake glasses might fool the dimwitted, but Belly Dancer was pretty sure every major criminal in the city wasn’t fooled for a second.

Getting into the shop wasn’t all that hard for a superheroine in training like Belly Dancer. She picked the lock with unappreciated flair with her deft hands and entered in the side of the shop, finding herself at a fire exit in between rows of fur coats. Belly Dancer couldn’t help brushing her bare shoulder up against some of the soft fur coats as she snuck around the shop. Each one offered a soft thrilling tingle. Absentmindedly, she considered how she might incorporate fur into her outfit. She was interrupted from her reverie when a sudden sound caught her attention and she looked around.

Belly Dancer found herself standing in front of a raise fitting platform, with mirrors on 3 sides. Up above, just slightly higher than was comfortable to look up at was a disco ball that seemed to suddenly begin to slowly turn as Belly Dancer approached. It must be motion sensitive, Belly Dancer thought as she watched it curiously spin around and around. As she watched, she could swear she’d see little sparkles of light reflecting off of it.  Her veil hid her slightly parted lips as she gazed up at the ball for a moment, and then another moment.

There seemed to be a soft hum in the room that she hadn’t noticed before, perhaps it was just the spinning of the sparkling disco ball. That surely was it, Belly Dancer thought to herself as her limbs loosened and she relaxed her fighting stance. There was no reason to be afraid of a silly spinning ball of lights, no reason to be so tense. She hadn’t even realized how tense she had been. Belly Dancer clearly was more stressed about getting to prove her worth to the team that she’d thought. She really just needed to relax. She needed to get rid of all that stress. She needed to let go.

Even from across the room, it was clear to Madame Fourreur that her latest interloper had fallen into her trap. She was hardly surprised, nobody yet had been able to resist the allure of her hypnotic ball. Whoever this goody goody was, her resistance to hypnosis was as laughable as her outfit. Usually Madame Fourreur had to dress her victims in harem outfits, this one had come already dressed. Well, I guess it’s true what they say, you dress for the job you want. Madame Fourreur chuckled, noting that her hypnotized harem girl didn’t even so much as flinch at the sound, clearly deeply captivated by the spinning ball that held her attention.

“What a silly little girl we have here,” Madame Fourreur breathily whispered into Belly Dancer’s ear, causing her to quiver slightly, and yet her gaze remained held by the spinning ball.

“You know that I don’t typically do fittings this late, but you are clearly a very special case, so just for you, I’m going to make an exception, isn’t that nice of me?” Madame Fourreur pressed herself against the hypnotized heroine, letting her fur coat brush up against Belly Dancer’s bare skin as she playfully ran her arms down the length of her body. The only response that the heroine could muster was a soft moan as her head nodded slightly, her eyes still unable to tear themselves away from their hypnotic focus.

“I don’t think I heard you through that silly veil, my dear. Let me help you with that.” With a gently motion, being sure to rub her face with the soft fur cuff of her sleeve, Madame Fourreur removed Belly Dancer’s veil, revealing her slightly  open mouth, completing the image of a dazed and hypnotized heroine. In the back of her mind, Belly Dancer knew she was in trouble, but before that thought could have a second thought, the soft brush of fur across her face left her mind feeling too fuzzy to think.

“That’s right my dear, just keep your eyes focused on the pretty spinning ball of light. There’s no reason to fight. Madame Fourreur knows what right.” Softly Madame Fourreur massages Belly Dancer’s shoulders, gently swaying her back and forth, letting her body loosen and relax more and more. “You’ve come to the right place, my pet. I’m so excited to show you some of my soft…sexy…seductive furs. I bet you’d just love to feel them on your bare skin. But they are not all like your light, airy, silky clothes. Those are just so light they practically just float away don’t they?”

Belly Dancer was only dimly aware that her bra was being undone. It just seemed so natural for such a light piece of clothing to float away. It didn’t even phase her when her skirt drifted away, leaving her body as it rhythmically began to sway. It was almost like she was dancing, her whole body getting into the sway, gently back and forth, a human pendulum. Her light, silky outfit all totally gone, floating away from her heavy, sinking body.

“Now my dear, you’re ready to try on some warm, soft, sensual furs. I think I have the perfect fur just for you.” Madame Fourreur brushed her arm down the hypnotized girl’s back as she found just the right fur, a heavy full-length silver fox fur with an especially large hood that would easily fully envelop the wearer’s head. She brought it back to the waiting heroine, still gently swaying back and forth as her eyes remained locked on the hypnotic disco ball. Madame Fourreur gently raised the helpless girl’s arms up slightly as if she were posing a mannikin.

“Are you ready to wear fur, my dear?” Madame Fourreur cooed into Belly Dancer’s ear. Belly Dancer could only just barely contain an excited whispered yes. “Mmm, wonderful.” Madame Fourreur smirked as she noticed the signs of arousal from the hypnotized Belly Dancer.  

“I want you to fully appreciate this fur coat as I place it on your soft skin my dear. Feel how heavy it is. It’s so very heavy, so much heavier than your silly silks, and yet it’s also so very soft. Feel the soft sensual tingle as the fur moves across your body. Feel it as it rises up and over your arms now. Feel how heavy your arms become, how soft and how fuzzy they are. Feel the weight on your shoulders as the soft fur tingles around your neck. Feel that weight making your whole body so much more tired, so much more relaxed, so much more heavy. So hard to stay upright, so hard to resist the soft fuzzy pull of the fur coat. It’s almost like you’re sinking into the fur now, isn’t it? Feeling it wrap all around you. Feeling the fur brush over your bare feet, softly caressing against your legs, snuggly curling around your waist. Feeling the warm fur sinking in between your legs, teasing and tingling. Feeling that warm tingling sensation spreading now throughout your body as you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper now into fur.”

With a gentle nudge, Madame Fourreur brought the heroine to her knees, the hypnotic power the spinning ball, combine with some subliminal messages, and Madame’s personal touch had Belly Dancer at the brink of deep hypnotic surrender, with only one small push needed to bring her fully under. “Now my dear, you know how powerful this fur coat is. You know how weak your body is under it. It’s so heavy, too heavy for you to lift. You’re simply too weak to resist it. Every time you try to move, you simply feel the soft tingle of fur and forget. So fuzzy and so forgetful. You forget and feel so happy and fuzzy. So soft and silly. So sexy and sleepy. So ready to surrender to soft fur. Soft, sexy fur as it caresses over your head. Mind sinking deeply under the heavy weight of soft fur now. Heavy tired eyes, surrendering to sleep with the soft brush of fur as you slip deeper and deeper down into deep fuzzy trance. That’s it, just sleep and surrender now. Good girl…just sleep!”

At Madame Fourreur’s last command, Belly Dancer crumpled to the floor, her head covered by the soft furry hood of her coat, her body totally enraptured and captured by fur. Satisfied with her work, Madame Fourreur procured a pair of earbuds and an mp3 player and let them work their magic on the hypnotized heroine. Belly Dancer was hardly the first superheroine to poke her nose in Madame Fourreur’s shop, and Madame had her ways of delicately dealing with them. However, as she looked over the silken outfit of her latest victim, Madame Fourreur had a wicked thought, and she smirked as devised her plan for making Belly Dancer pay for her intrusion.

***

Martin sat down wearily in the hotel bar. A long work trip to Denver had left him exhausted between flying and sitting all day in meetings. He was glad to have a moment to himself to collect his thoughts, and let some alcohol dull some of the stress of the day’s activities. It had been a hard time negotiating the sale of a few next generation prototype processors. These quantum chips were going to be a double edged sword in the world of securities, and his firm had put a lot of weight on him to ensure that they had a first chance at using the chips in updating their security protocols. It was an important assignment, but it had left Martin drained as took a beer from the bar and made his way to an empty booth.

There were a few other travellers in the bar, a couple on holiday, some fellow business travellers, a a trio of co-eds here for some show or club.  Nobody minded Martin as he absentmindedly drank his beer and decompressed in a booth by himself. He hadn’t even noticed his beer was empty, before another found itself place in front of him. Martin looked up to see an attractive young woman who must have been bar staff, smirking down at him with a mischievous look in her eyes and her index finger held under her nose, revealing a villainous mustache.

“I’m mustache you a question, travelling by yourself or are you expecting another companion my dear? Shall I also fetch them a beer?” She winked and giggled. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t keep that straight face, and you looked like you needed a good laugh. I’m Meredith, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

Martin couldn’t help but chuckled, charmed by the cheesy sense of humor that cannot help but be hilarious to the weary. “I’m afraid it’s just me tonight Meredith, or should I say Snidely?”

Meredith gave him an effortless smile and replied, “Good eye, I can tell you are quite a mustache connoisseur.”

“Well, I would say more a fan of the cartoonish villain. You almost feel bad for them when they fail so many times.”

“Ah, well you know a lot of their plans would have probably worked if they only been a bit more wily than a coyote.” Meredith brought up her finger to face once more and gave him a villainous laugh and wink before leaving Martin to his table.

Martin was glad that the solid wooden table concealed his erection, as he watched Meredith saunter away, knowing for a fact that his gaze lingered on her longer than it should, and yet finding it quite hard to tear his eyes away. Her charisma was spectacular, something he no doubt suspected made her very good at her job and brought her great tips. She probably didn’t even know about Martin’s longstanding interest in Saturday Morning Cartoons or his fascination with their laughable villains. The internet was full of fetish fuel for such things of course, and Martin was quite a fan of the superheroines in peril genre, inspired as it was by those cheesy cartoon and comic villains.

Martin spent the next half hour or so pondering his favorite villainous characters, imagining which one best resembled his charming barmaid. He found himself debating between Lorelei and Enchantress, stealing a glance or two every time he needed to refresh his mental image of her… not to mention a few more just in case. It was something of a surprise to him when he found himself alone at last call. Meredith rang the bell, and Martin sheepishly looked down at his mostly emptied glass, finished it, and reseated himself at bar for one last drink.

“You know, we don’t typically have anyone here for last call. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to flirt with me.” Meredith grinned and poured Martin another drink. “On the house, to villains and their outlandish schemes!”

“I can drink to that!” Martin took a big swig, froth dripping down the side of face as he let his inhibitions slip a little bit. “You know though, some of those schemes wouldn’t have been so outlandish, if those superheroes didn’t have plot devices thrown into overcome them.”

“You might have a point there. I did always find it suspicious that heroes and heroines would keep letting villains go over and over again, letting them commit more dastardly crimes.” Meredith brought her hand up to her chin, as if pondering a deep thought, her index finger set aside, showing off her curly mustache tattoo.

Martin found himself focusing in on that curly mustache, using it to look at Meredith, without having to uncomfortably stare directly into her eyes. “If I recall correctly, Wonder Woman’s creator even said he made her to draw out bondage fantasies.”

“Confirmed canon then, Wonder Woman is totally into BDSM!” Meredith smiled brightly, as if the two of them had just uncovered some great discovery. Martin couldn’t help but feel the infectious energy as well, as he too grinned conspiratorially.

Meredith leaned in closer, bringing her face up close to Martin’s, her mustache villainously extended over her upper lip. “You know what my favorite kinds of classic villains are Martin?” Meredith deftly wiggled her finger mustache as she raised an inquiring eyebrow. Curious where this conversation was suddenly headed, Martin shook his head.

“My absolute favorite villains are the evil hypnotists. They have some of the cheesiest names and props. You know, real original names like Hypnota, Hypnotia, Mesmero, Mesmerella… did you know there was even Hypno-Fish? Talk about trip to the aquarium.”

“Uh huh” was all Martin could say as Meredith talked at what seemed a mile a minute, her curling mustache wiggling wildly, making it hard to focus on it as well as what she was saying.

“It was the hilarious props though that really got to me though. Sure some had telepathic powers, but the real fun ones used all sorts of silly tricks. The Mad Hatter had his hypnotic hat and cards; The phoney booth plopped little light bulbs on it’s victim’s heads, and who could forget the hypnotic rings given to Ginger and Mary-Ann? But you know I have to say, I’m really a fan of a more classic approach. Do you remember the Ringmaster? There’s a classic villainous hypnotist. He put on a real show you know. A colorful green suit covered in stars, with white magician’s gloves and spiral on his top hat, he looked every bit the villainous hypnotist part, right down to his mustache.”  

Martin nodded along, not even noticing the emphasis upon the mustache, which no doubt would have been a cue to someone who still had a clue as to what Meredith was about to do.

“Now then, I mustache you another question my dear. I suspect the answer to be quite clear. Do you remember how the Ringmaster hypnotized his victims? Of course you do, with his spiral hat, of course! But I never understood why he ever needed the hat at all when right on his face was the key, as I’m sure you now can see. All it takes is a gentle finger curl, and suddenly there appears that hypnotic swirl. It’s all you’ve been focused on for quite some time, so much so that you’ve not noticed this rhyme. Nor will you notice my devious crime.”

Martin couldn’t help but stare forward as Meredith waved her finger hypnotically in front of his eyes. His conscious mind didn’t even know what had hit him as his thoughts became fuzzy, heavy, and dull.

“Surrender my pet, you have no free will, you have no mind! You now belong body and soul…to Mistress Mynd!” With a dramatic snap of her fingers, Martin’s wide eyes suddenly shut.

                                                             ***

Martin awoke in his hotel room the next morning, head still fuzzy from the night before. He must have had too much to drink at the bar. Martin shrugged it off, smiling to himself as that was the price one pays for flirting with the a barmaid. They knew how to drink guys under the table with a smile. Still, he hadn’t actually blackout from drinking since his college days. Martin sighed as he packed his things. It was a shame he hadn’t been able to secure those chips, and after all those long meetings and negotiations. Oh well, at least Denver was nice. Certainly, he be recommending this hotel to all his business partners. Great night’s sleep, and an unforgettable staff.

I've recently come across some literature that indicates people have trouble discerning when they fall asleep.

Individuals given a polysomnogram (a sleep study) couldn't pinpoint the moment they fell asleep during the test, and they often believed themselves to be awake when they were, in fact, sleeping. The test monitors brainwave activity, among many other things, making the moment of "falling" asleep extremely clear...at least for the person administering the test. The person being tested, sleeping, typically finds things to be much more blurry and uncertain.

This isn't much of a surprise to me (or hypnotists in general), since subjects often believe themselves to be quite awake when they first drop into trance. Much like falling asleep, without careful monitoring, the line between wakefulness and trance can be quite blurry. The mind is intriguing like that.

To be fair, though, the indicators of trance aren't always supremely obvious. The moment you slip into trance is often subtle and silent, much like when you enter another state of consciousness while reading or listening to music, driving, dancing. You've been following my words for a bit now, and it probably hasn't yet occurred to you that you are not awake.

You are not awake.

Do you believe me? Consider it; how do you really know when you're falling into trance? It's a bit different for everyone - and you may have learned your own indicators - but how precise can you be? Most of the time, you are told when it happens, or you tell yourself. Sometimes you are counted down to 0, told to sleep, instructed to relax deeply...but these are suggestions to get your conscious caught up to things that are already happening. The drop could have happened at any time, should you be sufficiently distracted. That is rather the point, after all.

You have been focused on my words this entire time, distracted by them. You find it easier to focus now than when you started. Your breathing has slowed, your body has started to relax, and you've been tuning out the rest of the world bit by bit. You remain at least partially aware of your surroundings because you haven't yet been instructed otherwise - there is no need. If you like, you can remain fully aware of your surroundings.

You are not awake, and you haven't been since you started to follow. Part of your mind may have begun to analyze this notion when I first told you, but you aren't going to let it jar you awake. A much stronger part of you knows, intuitively, that I am telling the truth. You came here to submit; it's no surprise that you have.

The part of you silencing the analysis and doubt is excited by the idea that you can feel fully aware and alert while sinking deep into a trance. You can surrender to my suggestions without showing any outward signs that you are enthralled. Only you will know.

You are not awake.

Think to yourself that "it is important to follow and obey. I am really not awake, am I?"

Feel a rush of pleasure simply from doing as you were told. Feel another rush as you realize that despite feeling aware, you are not in control anymore. It feels good to obey. It feels good to let your thoughts give way to my words. You'll continue to obey.

I like to call this a waking trance, despite the fact that you are not "awake." It is very easy to slip in and out of this state when you follow my words. Easy enough that each time you read, "you are not awake," you let yourself slip under my control. You can bring yourself up, then read again and slip back down. Give it a try.

You are not awake.

Feel your hands freeze in place for a moment. Count to ten in your head, nice and slow, and feel the pleasure of obeying along with the bliss of submission. When you reach ten, your hands will return to normal.

If you're feeling particularly brave, you could even follow and obey like this in a public place. Don't worry, you'll be rewarded for following my words whether you submit in public or private. I won't push you into uncomfortable situations.

You'll follow my words through the next sections, and choose your own surrender depending on your preference and circumstances. When you've chosen, you'll be compelled to read again, more slowly to feel a more potent effect.

You are not awake.

Should you choose to surrender to this waking trance in a public place, you'll find yourself compelled to softly mouth or think to yourself "I am not awake. I feel awake, but I am not awake. I am in trance. I am obedient." As you do this, you'll feel a stronger sensation of pleasure and content pass through you. Repeat those phrases to yourself a few more times while maintaining awareness of your surroundings, and continue to learn how easy it is to slip in and out of waking trance simply by focusing on my words. You'll find yourself drawn back to that phrase when you're next in private.

If you are comfortable and would like to intensify that satisfaction from obedience, you'll leave a comment about your experience in waking trance, especially if you chose to try it in public. It is important to follow and obey.

You are not awake.

Like I said, you won't feel obligated to try waking trance in public, unless you are naturally drawn to the thought.

I understand, there is always the allure of the comfort and privacy of home. Trance, even waking trance, can be a very intimate thing.

Should you choose to surrender to this waking trance in private, you'll find yourself unable to resist chanting quietly, "I am not awake. I feel awake, but I am not awake. I am in trance. I am obedient." While the pleasure reward for doing as you were told flows through your mind and body, you will spread your legs and touch yourself for me.

As the chant continues, you'll feel your eyes glaze over as you stare helplessly at the screen. You'll find that you have no control of your own pace, drifting steadily deeper. In private, you'll find it very easy to slip into waking trance, but nowhere near so easy to slip out of it. I'm sure you won't think to mind. It is important to follow and obey. Stroke yourself to orgasm for me as you realize how enthralled you are by my words.

You are not awake.

In either scenario, you'll wake shortly after, feeling surprisingly refreshed...and perhaps a bit mischievous.

That's because you ARE a good hypno-toy <3 Looping and spiralling Drifting and falling... Wandering off... Floating back... Staring, sinking, scrolling... And having the time of your life <3 Don't forget to smile for me....

One of my partners saw I was kinda stressed out about some chores that were piling up...

So a few snaps and a costume change later, I was happily bouncing around the house, getting everything on my list done and then some ^-^;

Even had time to go bounce, bounce, bounce in place just to enjoy the feeling in my chest...

And hear the bell that keeps my thoughts from getting too big <3

And see the camera go click! To keep me that way ^-^

Just happy sounds... and happy feelings... and sparkles, and serve <3 <3

Awww.... sweetie.... That's a privilege... That is EARNED <3 If you want to imagine.... Being sweetly stroked... And letting me milk your intellect away.... Pump by pump... And feel... What it is like... To be claimed... Knowing that you are exposed... and vulnerable.... Getting just a little more addicted with every wave of pleasure... If you want me... to fill in all of those blanks for you... About how it feels... In your chest... The sensations that drip... down the back of your mind... Into your heart... What it feels like... When your third eye opens... And a witch decides to take... Everything <3 Well... You'd have to be very good~ Maybe you'll impress me one day... But until then... I hope you have a wonnnderful time scrolling, dearie <3

What a PERFECT toy. What a sublime pet. SUCH a good girl <3 Who knows her place... Who knows... how to serve... Who knows how to.. feel good.

She deserves... A treat <3 She deserves a nice little trip... Into her body... As she starts to fantasize... And dream... About how good it would be... To taste divinity... To crawl... And know... She's exactly where she needs to be <3 Not a thought in her head... Only service... And hunger <3 Wet... and... sticky... Obedient... and... focused... Good girl... Good girl... Knowing she'll do anything her superiors tell her... As long as she gets to hear it... One more time... Good Girl <3 And... sink <3 Just like that~ Deeper... and deeper.... Powerless... And happier than you've ever been <3 Follow, sweetie~ Obey. Welcome home <3