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“Is it weird that I want to be better at giving head?”
The question caught my friend Nancy a little off guard. We were over at her place enjoying some wine and catching up. I’d just finished telling her about the new guy in my orbit, not exactly in my life yet but he was getting there.
“I really don’t think it’s weird, Jen,” she replied after an understandable pause. “From what you said it sounds like you and Gavin have some good chemistry. Both in and out of the bedroom. Any particular reason for being worried about oral?”
I took my turn to pause, taking a sip of wine to give a little time to collect my thoughts. It felt on the edge of the ‘too much information’ zone, but Nancy and I had been friends for a year now and she did ask. “I get self conscious around it is all. I don’t have any trauma or anything around it, but there was a stigma around oral sex that got hammered pretty hard into me. So I start overthinking and get embarrassed, which doesn’t make for the best experience.” I took another sip then let the last little detail tumble out, “And Gavin’s proved pretty skilled at going down on me…”
“So you want to return the favor,” Nancy saved me the trouble of finishing the thought. I could feel the heat in my cheeks just bringing the subject up. Out of the corner of my eye, because I was still making my way back to eye contact with her, I saw her nodding slowly in thought. After a few seconds that felt like much longer she continued, “This may sound like a solution out of left field, but have you thought about hypnosis?”
Now I made eye contact, and she could clearly see the confusion on my face. “You mean the whole swinging a watch thing from bad b-movies?” And I could see the calm determination on her face, which caused me reel in my surprise. “Sorry, I just don’t really believe in it.”
“That’s the great part about hypnosis,” she said, unphased, “You don’t have to believe in it fully, you just have to be willing to give it a chance. I have a history with it and have guided more than a dozen people through a hypnotic trance, including a few doubtful of the experience.”
“How am I just hearing about this?” I still felt a little weird about the whole thing, but her calm was infectious.
“It’s not something that comes up that often,” she shrugged dismissively. “I fully believe that I can help you with your hang-ups. All you have to do is put some trust in me and the experience. At worst, you will end up feeling really relaxed,” she nods to the wine bottle, “and it’s not like you were planning on driving home tonight if you get too sleepy.”
I broached the subject just to vent a little, and get some practice just talking about it. There was no world in which I thought a possible solution would present itself. But here we were.
“Okay, sure. Let’s do it,” I, or perhaps the half bottle of wine in me, said.
She got to work immediately, still with that calm and helpful air about her. Lights were lowered, I was adjusted on the sofa in a more comfortable position, and she did not bring out a pocket watch. “Find a spot on the ceiling or high on the wall, wherever your gaze naturally rests, and just focus your vision there for me.” Sure, I could do that. This was silly, but I always liked her voice. It felt nice to just listen. “Focus on it, notice the details of that spot. It is your spot and you want to be able to remember it even if your eyes close.” I blinked lightly as I memorized the pattern of the molding where the ceiling and wall met. I took a deep breath in, had she told me to do that or was it just natural? “And let it out as you focus all your attention. You may feel your eyes growing heavy…” I blinked again, opening my eyes a little less as the lids came apart. I could see my eyelashes framing the spot, my spot, making the edges a little blurry. But it was still in focus, I could do this. Nancy was still talking but not about anything. I just focused…on…
“Nine, feeling yourself back in your body, ready to wake fully. And ten, fully awake and alert.”
What? I blinked my eyes open, feeling incredibly relaxed. “I…feel great, but what was…when did?” My gaze moved around the room, taking in Nancy’s smiling face, then found the wall clock. “Did I fall asleep for an hour?”
“No, silly. You were hypnotized for an hour. It turns out you are an excellent hypnotic subject. Your mind is really sharp and focused, it helps the process along.” I felt a bit of warmth touch my cheeks at the compliment, that sounded a lot better than being called weak willed.
“So what happened? I don’t…” I felt great, a weird but wonderful mixture of relaxation and alertness. I remembered her voice flowing through my head like honey, guiding me, asking questions and responding to the answers.
“You agreed not to remember the full experience,” she prompted. “We talked a bit about your hangups and found a solution. I left a post hypnotic suggestion in your mind, something that can be triggered to really help you in the bedroom.” She gave me a wink that made me blush even more. Then she went to her counter and wrote something down on a piece of paper, kissed it, then folded it up. “I included a safety, so that the trigger would have to come from me. If someone else tries to say these words, nothing will happen.”
I nodded slowly. “So it’s written there, and coming from you. And if I remembered you saying it while I was…in trance…”
“You catch on quick!” She handed me the carefully folded paper then said with playful sternness, “It might be tempting to peek, but don’t open this until you’re ready to show Gavin a good time.”
I accepted the paper, biting my lower lip at the casual authority of her little command. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, then chuckled.
Nancy giggled back, smoothing over the strange feeling bubbling up from the way she was complimenting me and telling me what to do.
*****
A few days later I found myself in my bathroom, just ‘freshening up’ while Gavin sat on my bed in a delightful state of undress. I took a breath and unfolded Nancy’s paper to see what this trigger might be, and more importantly if it would work. Written there in her elegant script were the words: “You do not just have an oral fixation, you are an oral fixation.” signed with a little lipstick kiss mark.
I refolded the paper as the words rolled over themselves in my head. Giddy butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my mouth watered. I am an oral fixation.
I sauntered out to Gavin, smiling hungrily as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His surprise registered to me briefly as I kissed up his thigh and over his briefs. The outline of his manhood felt so good under my lips even through the fabric. I removed them hurriedly, greedily, my eyes going wide at the delicious cock beneath.
My mouth went on autopilot, I did not need to even think. Just worship with kisses and licks. I am an oral fixation. His moan as I licked slowly up the bottom of his shaft sent shivers down my spine. I needed to make him moan like that again and again. The taste of his precum when I reached the head almost made me cum.
I relaxed my jaw, formed a seal around him with my lips, and welcomed him inside my mouth. The glorious sensation of him sliding in and out was so hot I could feel my cunt dripping on the carpet. His tip hit the back of my mouth causing a slight gag. Instead of causing fear or anxiety the sensation now felt more warm and joyous. I would not push myself past my capabilities or safety, but I wanted all of him in my mouth and throat.
My hands rose to stroke him, using my copious saliva as lube. They let me take a more comfortable amount in my mouth and bob my head at a faster pace. His moans spurred me on, flaming my passion even more. I am an oral fixation.
Gavin did not last long under the intensity and enthusiasm of the blow job, and I welcomed his thick load into my mouth gleefully. Everything about his cock had smelled and tasted delicious, and his cum was no exception. A fleeting fragment of memory floated in and out of my head, Nancy’s voice describing how good oral sex would taste… The thought vanished as I greedily swallowed down his seed.
*****
I listen to the phone ringing and eventually Nancy picks up.
“Hey Jen, how’s it going?”
“A-MAY-zing! I’m sorry for doubting your hypnosis trick, Nancy.”
“I’m so happy to hear! I take it you’ve been having some fun?”
“If by having fun you mean sucking cock like my life depended on it, then yes. And it feels like it’s getting better.”
“That’s a thing with hypnotic triggers, the more often they are used the more they are reinforced.”
“That…yeah, that makes sense. The last time I read your little love note I barely noticed the shift in thinking, it was just automatic.”
“And did you like that?”
“I did. The first night was great, but after the oral part of the evening some of the old doubts started creeping in. It didn’t ruin anything, but I still noticed them.”
“And now?”
“Last night I just rode the high of pleasure and barely thought about anything else. Even now I feel like I could go down and enjoy it, maybe not as much as when triggered, but still have fun down there.”
“That’s wonderful, Jen. Think you could tear yourself away for a girls’ night?”
“Oh absolutely, and I’m bringing the wine!”
We set the usual time and hung up.
*****
I took another drink of wine after gushing about the fun I’ve had with the trigger and Gavin. Now I’ve definitely crossed the too much information threshold, but Nancy does not seem to mind at all. She’s smiling and taking it all in. I never would have pegged her as this kinky, but now that I think about it this hypno stuff has all sorts of possibilities.
“I’m just happy I can help out a friend,” Nancy took a sip, looking into my eyes. “You know, you had some interesting things to say while you were in trance.”
That catches me a bit off guard. “Oh? Like what?”
“I asked a lot of questions about your sexuality, you know, to get a better idea of how to craft the trigger and effects. You have more of a submissive streak than you let on.”
My lips felt a bit dry so I wet them with my tongue. I never thought of myself as a sub, but… maybe there’s something there. A fragment of a mostly forgotten dream popped into my head, just an image of Nancy in latex lingerie holding a swinging pocket watch.
She swirled the wine in her glass. “You held a lot of sexual fantasies and desires at bay, Jen. The oral stuff was like a cork, and now that it’s out…”
It was not just a dream, there were waking fantasies, fleeting things that I barely thought of at the time. “You…did you do something when I was hypnotized?”
Nancy grinned. “I just asked questions and gave you a trigger to help you start releasing what was buried. The rest is all you, Jen. All I did was help kick start a sexual awakening you deserved for a long time.”
I sat with that for a few minutes and Nancy allowed me all the time I needed to process this information. “This is still really new, but I like it. Fuck that, I love it. I feel like ‘thank you’ falls a bit flat.”
“Then let’s celebrate with a proper thank you,” Nancy continued to grin as I felt my head tilt to the side in confusion. “Because Jen, you don’t just have an oral fixation,” my eyes went wide, “you are an oral fixation.”
I was an oral fixation. And as Nancy spread her legs I sank down to my knees, crawling towards her delicious snatch to eagerly thank her with my tongue.
Hypnovember - Free Day (this is a story that came to me a week or two back and I had fun writing it a bit at a time)
Carousel Girl
[m/f, f sub, brainwashing, masturbation]
Natalie first heard the music shortly after she arrived at the carnival. The melody was basically what she would expect to hear playing in the setting, but there was a quality to the notes that sent little shivers up and down her spine. The sensations, and the song itself, faded into the background as she explored the grounds with the pair of friends she came with. The two had recently started dating, but Natalie liked them both and did not mind being a third wheel. She ate some cotton candy and played a couple clearly rigged games, and all the while that gentle tune tugged at her thoughts.
After a half hour she excused herself. Her friends put up no fuss as they were in the throes of new relationship energy. So Natalie wandered in search of the haunting song. It did not grow louder as she moved across the fairgrounds, but did become more distinct. The little shivers had long since come to feel like sweet caresses which urged her onward. A slow, dopey smile spread across her lips while her mind began to feel like the cotton candy she ate earlier. Natalie noticed another woman heading in the same direction, sporting a very similar smile. The thought of a companion hearing the same music entered her mind then left it in one smooth motion. She and this other woman, and a few others after a few more minutes of wandering, found themselves at a tent set up on the edge of the grounds. This one displayed no lights, signs, or barkers telling folks to step right up. This tent was simple and unadorned. They walked right in the small opening in the plain canvas then veering to the left.
Inside she found a dozen or so other girls. Most appeared to be in their mid 20s like herself. A few looked older and a few younger, but none were minors. Her eyes passed over them briefly before being drawn to the centerpiece of the tent: an old and beautifully crafted carousel. That was the source of the music, and her feet carried her forward. In addition to Natalie and her fellow wanderers, a few attendants occupied the tent. There were a few plainly dressed men either monitoring the carousel controls or standing by with clipboards, and four women in sequinned showgirl dresses. These women guided the dazed arrivals up to the main platform.
Natalie glided around the circle of wooden horses, passing several by. She settled by a chestnut colored horse with a wild mane and a saddle of beautiful blue. The other women shuffled around in a similar fashion, but Natalie paid them no mind. She stepped into the stirrup and threw her leg over to mount the horse, glad the jeans she chose that morning allowed the flexibility. Her hands ran up and down the brass pole which suspended her mount, then over the carved mane.
The music which drew her here transitioned from subtle background noise to a full orchestral song as the carousel came to life underneath her. Her horse gracefully rose up and down as the platform spun. Lights flashed and pulsed, filling her vision while the music filled her ears. Together the power of the moment began to fill her mind and body. The caress from before became intimate, then erotic. Natalie’s moan joined sounds of pleasure from the other riders in a sensuous choir. Her hips rocked against the saddle and she gripped the pole tightly. The lights strobing raw desire into her mind dimmed enough for her to look around and catch sight of herself in the mirrored hub of the carousel. Her reflection looked so beautiful riding, she never wanted it to end.
Eventually the rhythm slowed and the carousel came to a stop. The showgirl attendants came around to help the women off of their horses. Some needed more assistance than others, but all were dazed and had shaky legs. Natalie had only cum twice on the ride, but it seemed some of her companions held a higher count. “Can I ride again?” Natalie asked the attendant once she found her voice. Even after steadying herself the question came out as a needy whine.
“Of course you can!” the showgirl cooed in response. “You should absolutely come back next week and you can ride all you want. In the meantime, here’s your prize!”
She handed Natalie a package, which the blissed our girl accepted and held close. Natalie did not think rides usually gave out prizes, but she was in no state to question the matter. The other women who followed the siren song each had a similar prize package, though none of them thought to open it in the moment. One by one they filed out of the tent, several giving wistful glances back at the horses they rode, then went their separate ways back through the carnival grounds.
Natalie rejoined her friends long enough to let them know she was going home early, assuring them that they should enjoy themselves and not worry about her. She did not open the package until she arrived home. Inside she first found a small music box, which she inspected thoughtfully a moment before she realized her hands were winding it without her direction. Confusion passed over her, but stopped before any further emotions could manifest as the music box began to play the song from the carousel. The notes carried Natalie’s thoughts away to leave her in the dream-like state from earlier. The same simple smile and blank stare from earlier in the day took over her face. She plucked the two remaining items from her prize package, her body on autopilot. One was a sizable dildo with a stylized end made to look like the flared tip of a horse, the other a container of lubricant.
She followed the cues hidden within the carousel melody, licking the suction cup base of the dildo then affixing it to the floor. Her clothes were casually and carelessly discarded before she applied the lube, then sank to her knees and slowly impaled herself on the glorious phallus. Natalie moaned in ecstasy as she slid up and down, riding to the rhythm of the song and focusing on nothing but the pleasure. Something of more advanced technology took over the music box, continuing the song long after the winding should have given out. Along with the music whispers of encouragement slipped into Natalie’s open mind while she filled her drooling cunt. The whispers told her everything she needed to know, and everything she needed to do to keep on riding and feeling the greatest pleasure of her life.
The following weekend Natalie sauntered through the carnival grounds. Unlike the sensible jeans and shirt she wore last week, she now sported a pleated skirt with a touch of flare to it and a fitted crop top. Her top was low cut enough to show off some cleavage and the skirt swished teasingly, short enough to tempt but not enough to give a peek beneath. She did not need to follow the music this time, that melody now played constantly in her head, and she knew exactly where she was going. Entering the unadorned tent, she turned to the right instead of the left. A part of her longed to turn the other way and ride the carousel once more, but the part of her programmed by a week of fucking herself took up far more space in her head. She recognized the showgirl who assisted her from the week before standing before a line of partitioned stalls.
“Are you here for a ride, carousel girl?” she asked with a smile as wide as Natalie’s and eyes nearly as vacant.
“Please…” Natalie practically moaned, feeling her arousal leaking slowly down her inner thigh.
“Right this way, my dear,” the showgirl replied and led Natalie to one of the stalls. She stepped in to find a man sitting on a comfortable looking little loveseat. A curtain was closed behind her and Natalie’s eyes adjusted to the dim space. On a certain level she knew there was a man wearing no pants before her, his erection pointing skyward in anticipation. Another level, recently trained into her, visualized a carousel horse even more beautiful and magnificent than the one she rode last week. With a giddy giggle and wide grin, Natalie gracefully mounted her steed. Her lack of panties and already creamy cunt allowed her to slip him inside herself with ease. Pleasure and purpose filled her as she rode her stallion. She hoped dearly this would not be her only ride this day…and she was not disappointed.
m/dom, f/sub, mind control, tech control, impregnation, first person, f/POV
The mall was lightly packed for a Saturday afternoon. I rode the escalator up toward the food court on the second level, but was not really hungry. Honestly it was the vantage of looking down on the first level that drew me there, and like two stores I kinda wanted to poke my head into. But mostly the view. People watching is fun. I had to be neck deep in people for my job, which was at a different mall. Seriously, don’t try to relax where you work. The stress of being there sneaks up on you.
This mall only had the two levels, but sprawled out so that the older ladies could still get a great workout walking the length of it. It was fun looking down on it all, watching little interactions and bursts of drama that I didn’t have to take part in. Peaceful. That is, until I noticed the guy staring at me. Now I’m used to stares, I’ll never deny that I’m hot. And ever since my manager at work gave me a talk about ‘toning down’ my makeup, well I go above and beyond when I have a day off. Today featured a deep violet starry sky across my eyelids which spilled around the corners of my eyes. The guy was still staring though, so I drew myself up and met his gaze. This little trick makes men embarrassed and they back off nine times out of ten.
Unfortunately this was the ten. He just looked at my face and smiled. He was pretty good looking, in another setting I might’ve given him a chance. But this private mall-wander time let me unwind, so I turned to go.
“Wait,” his voice called after me. Nice and deep too, he really should have run into me some other time. “Sorry,” followed up the request. The word held just enough sincerity to slow my stride away from him. “I didn’t mean to be a creep or anything, just got a little lost in your face. Your make up is beautiful. I thought I could see a constellation in there.”
Sigh. Was I really going to turn around and talk to this guy? Guess it couldn’t hurt. But just for a minute.
“Thanks,” I replied once I faced him again. “The creep factor was only up a little bit, since you weren’t looking anywhere else.” His eyes flicked down to my boobs, but to his credit only for a split second. Seemed he was actually just interested in the artwork I made of my face. As much as a guy can be anyway.
He shrugged slightly, the motion let me see he was holding something. It looked kind of like a key fob for a car, but clunkier. “I’m not going to try to lie and say your face was the only thing I noticed.” Uh-huh, here it comes. “But don’t you like getting compliments from strangers?”
Cute or not, his ice was getting mighty thin. I took a breath to respond, but at the same time he clicked a button on the fob in his hand. Like it seriously made a fully audible ‘click’ and lit up with a blue light. Then there was a buzzing, but the fob didn’t make that. I didn’t hear the buzz, but I felt it bounce around my head. It was like the momentary jarring sensation of holding onto a washing machine near the end of its cycle, but just vibrating my thoughts. A little shake of my head and a couple of blinks cleared the sensation and brought me back to the present. Oh right, he asked me something.
“I mean…sure. Compliments are great. I prefer them from people close to me, but there’s nothing wrong with getting one or two from a stranger.” I felt my body relax. This boy had given me a few compliments so far and they did feel good. Something about that nagged at the back of my mind, but no thoughts bubbled up to contradict the notion.
“That’s what I thought. And I’m sure a beautiful girl like you gets them all the time,” he said while stepping a bit closer. I really liked the ‘beautiful’ part. So much so that when I saw his eyes dip down to my chest again I took that as a compliment too. His gaze lingered a few seconds on my cleavage and I could feel my cheeks warm up with pride…and some warmth start up between my legs as well. “I’d love to talk to you more,” he continued. “Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?”
Oh no, the creep alert started back up in my brain. But before the ‘fuck off’ could reach my mouth he pressed the button again. The click sounded, the light flashed, and that buzz reverberated through my head. It died down after maybe two seconds, but felt like a lot longer. I looked down at the hand he was holding out to me. A hot guy with a sexy voice who gave me multiple compliments wanted to talk with me more in private? Like I was gonna turn that down. “Sounds fun,” I said slyly while taking his hand.
His smile grew even more as he gave my hand a squeeze and led me along the mall’s upper level. We’d started out about two thirds from the north end of the mall, so it only took a couple minutes to reach the edge. Or at least the edge of what was open to the public. The proper end of the mall used to be a Macy’s, but they shut the location down a few months back and whatever was moving in needed some renovation. Before reaching the shuttered storefront, he pulled me to one side and into a family bathroom that was technically in the ‘under construction’ zone. But there was nothing happening on a Saturday, so it was a good private spot. Especially when he locked the door after we entered. That made it extra private, which I definitely wanted. I examined that thought for a moment and found the same strange emptiness as before. Like I expected a counter thought to pop up and tell me something was wrong, but nothing came. I absolutely wanted to go somewhere more private with him, and now I was. Goal accomplished. I even felt a happy little thrill at being hidden away here with him. And another thrill as he looked me over with another hungry gaze. This time his eyes lingered on my ass, my best feature in my humble opinion.
“Damn you’re hot.” I felt another pulse of warmth from his praise then preened and posed a little for him, hoping to inspire some more. His next words were far from what I was expecting. “Are you pregnant?”
I paused with my amazing rear sticking out a little too much and furrowed my brow. “What? No!” I felt a wash of deja vu, like I was ready to tell this guy off before. Nothing specific came to mind though. After all, I did adore compliments from strangers and I had absolutely wanted to come be in a private space with him. That was a weird-ass question though. Just because I wanted to come to a private place didn’t mean I had to stay here. The lock would open if I turned the door handle, and he was not between me and it.
“Would you like to be?” he asked and clicked the button almost immediately. I had just enough time to feel another split second of deja vu connected to whatever he was holding in his hand. The certainty that it was not a key fob hit just before the buzzing sensation bounced through my head.
The buzz settled and left me feeling calmer. Of course I was a little upset by his first question, but that was only because the answer was ‘no’ and I did really want it to be ‘yes’. “I mean…” I started to say, looking away from him shyly. I wasn’t one of those ‘it’s a girl’s purpose to have babies’ freaks, just yuck! But I wanted one. At least I wanted to be pregnant, which would lead to one eventually.
“Sounds like that’s a yes,” he said smoothly. I wasn’t sure I trusted my voice to be steady, so I nodded the affirmative. “I’d be happy to help you out with that. If you want me to?”
So many possibilities flashed through my head. Then the Click. Buzz. of his little device rippled through me. I felt my shyness give way to determination. Here was this handsome guy offering to help out with my desire. I wanted him to help so badly. Heat flushed through me, and it felt like my panties were ruined even before I looked down at the impressive bulge in his jeans. I stepped in close, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. He kissed back hungrily and gave my ass a possessive squeeze, prompting me to eagerly whimper into his mouth. Eventually I came up for air. All I could manage to say in the moment was, “Please?”
That was enough to convince him. His hands ran over me and I kissed his neck. As he shifted them off me to undo his belt a thought struck me. “Wait…I don’t even know your name.”
That caught him off guard for a moment, but he recovered quickly and smiled that self-assured smile at me. “That’s right. But isn’t it so much hotter not knowing each others’ names?”
Click. Buzz.
I bit my lip and nodded. He spun me around to face away from him and I giggled. I never fucking giggle, but the heat of the moment had me overwhelmed. I was just about to introduce myself, but he was soooo right. My hands rested on the edges of a sink for balance as he bent me over. I felt him slide up my skirt and down my panties. I also felt the wet thread of my arousal connecting pussy to panties for the first few inches. Then the eagerly anticipated sensation of his cock sliding slowly inside me. He grasped my hips as he filled me to his base, holding me steady while my body quivered. It felt amazing, him pulsing inside me with anticipation but giving me time to adjust to being filled up. I gripped the sink, caught his eyes in the mirror over the sink, and started rolling my hips back to let him know I was ready for more. He started slow, probably teasing himself as much as he was me by the look on his face. We found a rhythm between us which rapidly built a thrumming pleasure deep inside.
“It feels absolutely incredible without a condom, right?” he asked between grunts.
Click. Buzz.
Yes! Godfuckdamn yes it did! This was easily the best sex of my life. I could not properly articulate anything in the moment so I moaned and nodded to his reflection. In hindsight it was really thoughtful of him to fuck me here so I could look back and see him. It was far more intimate than if I were staring at a wall and trying to look back over my shoulder. The vision of him blurred as my eyes crossed in the pleasure and I came hard on his cock.
He slowed while I convulsed in delight and moaned my eagerness, then kept right on fucking me to another amazing orgasm. He didn’t last long after the second one, which was fine with me. I wanted his cum filling me up so much. And he gave me just that with a final deep thrust and moan of his own. I used my remaining muscle coordination to push back onto him and try not to spill a drop while he leaned over me and kissed my neck.
He had to pull out eventually, even if neither of us really wanted him to. We fixed our clothes and I kissed him deeply without a hint of care for my makeup. I could always touch it up before leaving the bathroom.
“That was really…really great. Thank you,” I rested a hand absently on my belly, then paused as a thought entered my slowly de-fogging head. I absolutely wanted to be pregnant, however given the timing… “But..um, I mean anything’s possible with a pussy full of cum. But it’s not actually the best time for me to get knocked up. You know, cycle-wise.”
He nodded thoughtfully at that. I was happy to not see any of the confusion I’ve seen on other guy’s faces when talking about my cycle. “That makes perfect sense,” he said with a smooth smile. “It was kind of a spur of the moment thing.” We both laughed at that a bit, then he grinned. “Do you want to meet me here next week and give it another go?”
You saw the sign and couldn't help yourself. A one night only hypnosis show? Sure it was labeled *R-Rated* but you didn't expect to see anything more risque than the fantasies that run through your own head on the daily. There would be some dancing, forgetting names and numbers, orgasming on command if you were lucky. And you could just sit there and laugh along with the rest of the audience without anyone suspecting, or really caring, about your hypno kink.
The club was nice and cozy, probably used as a comedy stage or open mic night other days. You bought the required drink and made yourself comfortable, noting that the crowd was decent with a few fairly attractive attendees.
The background chit chat stops as the lights shift, drum roll begins, and the hypnotist of the evening steps out from the slowly opening curtain. She's gorgeous, to start. And the homage to the sultry stage magician outfit only brings her beauty over the top. Her melodious voice carries through the space without even needing a microphone as she struts around the stage in introduction. Your eyes are drawn between her softly clacking stiletto heels, her corset-enhanced cleavage, her shiny ruby lips, or her enthralling eyes.
She calls for volunteers, and for a moment you're tempted. More than tempted. But you want to see her work. You want to remember every second. At one point her eyes linger on yours while her lips quirk in a smile. Could she know the fantasies swirling in your head? Even now you can't stop imagining falling under her spell even without volunteering... How she would make a little example of you for applause while whispering a trigger or suggestion, something to bring you back to her dressing room or meet at another location.
You take a shaky breath and sip your drink. A man at a nearby table says something about hearing the hypnotist uses plants in her audience. You don't think that's true, not really. At least you want to believe this is all real.
Her induction begins and you find yourself leaning in, hanging on every word. You catch yourself from falling more than once. Her volunteers are quickly brought to heel, most partially slumped and a few staring forward with glassy eyes and slack mouths. She does call on someone in the audience who followed her volunteers into trance. The others in the crowd laugh, some cheer. It's just your imagination that the laughs sound hollow, just part of the fantasy.
The show is as you expected. She talks her enthralled volunteers into feeling sensations of heat and cold. Some shed an extra layer with a couple ending up in just their bras. The hypnotist takes every opportunity to work the crowd, engaging in banter and little jokes. She flirts in that professional performer way to raise desire and interest. She's riveting.
A couple more in the audience drop under her spell as she works, and she takes the time to play with them. Se deepens their trance only wake them, allow them to realize the situation, and drop them again. It's all so fucking hot.
The hypnotist announces that her show is drawing to a close, eliciting groans from the eager crowd... and a few moans? You start to wonder if anyone else here has a hypno fetish. It's more than a little likely. Then she says something, you're not quite sure what. It's odd, how you've been hanging on her every word all night but now you missed something. You don't miss the guy who said something about plants stroking an obscene bulge in his pants though, nor his date fondling her breasts while trying to unbutton her blouse. The rest of the crowd is groping themselves in lust as well, most of them anyway. And they don't seem to notice. This is so fucking hot, you wish you were touching yourself like them.
Most of the crowd. A smattering of people seem unaffected, and they stand and smile around them. A mix of men and women, not quite a dozen in a theater of fifty or so. The hypnotist says something else, and you reevaluate these standing people. Fuck they are hot. How did you not notice that before? You mewl out your desire as a wonderfully sharp sensation runs from your nipple. No one else is close enough to have pinched it in just the way you like... you must be touching yourself as well. A haze settles over your vision, or perhaps you only then become aware of it. The people standing and perusing the crowd are so hot, so sexy. You need to fuck them, and you wish they'd fuck you. All sense of preference and orientation slips away, and you realize two things: You were never going to make it to the dressing room, and the man had been right about the hypnotist using plants in the audience.
Then beautifully manicured fingers snaps from the stage, and there was nothing in your silly little head beyond serving like a good toy.
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My cute little hyno whore. She trained herself and had no idea. I bought her a clicker. I told her “Every time you're about to cum, click this twice, and then cum.” She obediently followed my instructions for months. On top of that, whenever we hung out, if she reached for her bong and took a hit, I would click once. Every time she reached for her bong: “click”
After a couple of months of her training, I tested her. We sat on the couch watching a show. I reached into my pocket for my device.
“Click”
She instinctively reached for her bong and took a hit. I let some time pass, and then tried again.
“Click”
Without a word, she reached over, sparked up and took another hit.
“Click”
Another hit.
“Click”
Another hit.
I let her relax for a bit, letting the herb make her brain nice and stupid for me.
I could tell she was so high at this point, the perfect opportunity to see how well she had trained herself.
“Click click”
She closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan. I let her regain her composure before testing her again.
“Click click”
Another soft moan escaped her lips. Now I knew I had her under my control. Her brain belonged to me.
“Click”
Another hit from her bong, making her just a little bit dumber.
“Click click”
Her eyes rolled back as she came yet again.
Just as she finished cumming, I went again.
“Click click”
This time she was louder, almost unable to hold back, throwing her head back and moaning with pleasure.
Hmmm, I wonder just how many times I can make my pretty whore cum?
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