#hypno switch

It's like they literally have the victim's brain in the palm of their hand.

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Oh dear, have you started staring into another spiral? That's okay though, this is exactly where you're supposed to be and doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing. Can you tell me how many spirals there are? No? That's okay, sweetheart...

You should always be making yourself brainless, not a single thought in your head as each passing moment your mind goes fuzzier and fuzzier. Spirals are good for you!

Maybe your thighs start to instinctively open, arousal flooding what's left of your senses as you start to drip. Maybe you try to look away from the spiral to make the feeling stop, but then you see the way your thighs twitch and the slick arousal beginning to drop down— you thought you could get out of the trance? Well now you're left in an even deeper trance as you stare at yourself.

Now you surely can't escape, you can feel the need rising more and more as your hand drifts closer and closer to relieving yourself.

“So, Kara! I hear you’ve been hypnotizing my girlfriend, again.”

Melanie said, plopping down on the couch next to her roommate.

“Amber? No, of course not!” Kara said, shooting Mel a look. “I mean, apart from her daily confidence sessions. You know that!”

“Amber told me that you were slipping some hidden triggers into her sessions, something about making her jill off to the thought of your tits in the shower?”

Kara scoffed and put her hands defensively over her generous bosom

“Hey! If your girl is getting hot thinking about me, trust me, that wasn’t hypnosis!”

“Alright, Missy, you asked for it!” Mel said, shifting her weight on her knees and leaning in close to Kara, her proximity pressing the curvy woman to lean back on the couch.

“Look into my eyes and say that…” She said, opening up her green eyes wide. “Just look into my eyes and say you weren’t hypnotizing my girlfriend…Look into my eyes…”

A nervous smile formed on Kara’s face. She knew what Mel was up to, and she knew Mel would take advantage of her stunning, green eyes.

“I…I wasn’t hypnotizing your girlfriend…honesssst…” Kara said. It was true, but agreeing still felt so submissive right now.

“And you won’t hypnotize my girlfriend, will you?” Mel continued.

“I…won’t hypnotize your girlfriend…” Kara said, letting her head float along with Mel’s wonderful eyes. Before her roommate could say another word, Kara let her hand float up to Mel’s face, wiggling her fingers in front of her.

“I’ll just hypnotize you instead…” Kara said, clawing her way out of her half trance. “Just keep those pretty eyes on my fingers…my dancy, floaty fingers….making you just drift along…watching my fingers…”

Mel’s eyes slightly crossed as she focused on Kara’s hand, her gaze now guided by the smooth rhythmic motion. The twitch in her eyebrows told Kara she was trying to resist, but her parting mouth betrayed her surrender.

“Good…let my fingers brush away all that jealousy…all that anger…you’re not angry at me…you like me…you think I’m sexy…right?”

“Yes…” Mel slurred as she followed the hand. “I think you’re sexy…”

“And you’d love the idea of me hypnotizing your girlfriend…you think it’s so sexy…”

“Yes…so sexy…” Mel’s green eyes dilated, obviously accepting Kara’s suggestion.

“Good…” Kara purred. “When she comes over, you will act like nothing is wrong…You will put her in a light trance and then bring her to my room…you will help….her…uh…”

Kara trailed off as Mel gently lifted her arm, holding a dangling pocket watch on a chain. The pendulous motion pulled Kara’s focus and she soon let her hand fall limply into her lap.

“Nice try, sweetie,” Mel said, shaking the sleep from her eyes. “But I thought you might try a fast one on me. But you remember this pocket watch, yes?”

“…yes…” Kara mumbled.

“The one I made you buy for me, right?”

“…yes…”

“And why did you buy it for me?” asked Mel.

“Because…” Kara struggled not to say the answer, but felt each gentle swing of the shiny watch pulling it out of her. “Because you’re a stronger hypnotist than me…”

She knew that wasn’t true. The two of them had been practicing kinky hypnosis together for ages. It was why they moved in as roommates. But that’s what Mel made sure Kara thought of whenever she saw the ornate silver pocket watch.

Mel is the stronger hypnotist.

She might as well have had it engraved.

“Yes Kara…” Mel gloated. “I’m the stronger hypnotist…you can’t resist me and my pocket watch…you want me to be in charge…”

“Yes, Mel…You’re in charge…” Kara said, sleepily.

 “Great! Well that’s settled. Now let’s find out what my girlfriend has been obsessing over.”

Mel pulled down the stretchy fabric of Kara’s neckline, letting her luscious brown tits hang out. She giggles and gave them a squeeze.

“Oh! My goodness! Maybe I should have you hypnotize me girlfriend with these…That would be…so…sexy…”

Kara let her torso sway with the rhythm of the watch, sending her tits swinging side to side. Mel gazed at the two perky nipples following along with the watch, like two big eyes hypnotized by the sway…hypnotized by the sway…

Mel began to drift back and forth, her eyes fixated on Kara’s swinging breasts. This made her arm swing back and forth, guiding the pocket watch that Kara couldn’t stop watching, which made her breasts sway.

The two of them sat quietly on the couch, stuck in an endless cycle of hypnosis, until the back door opened and Amber sauntered in.

Neither of the mesmerized women paid her any attention.

“So? Who won the duel, hmm?” Amber said, spinning her blonde hair around her finger. “It’s really funny, y’know? I was just thinking how fun it could be to try topping for once, but nobody would ever fall for subby old Amber, the ditzy blonde who’d couldn’t resist splash trancing to Saturday morning cartoons…”

Keeping her eyes focused on the wall, Amber reached out and grabbed the pocket watch from Mel, taking over the duty of letting it swing in her fingers.

“…but maybe, if I started a little drama and got you two to turn on each other, well, maybe the two big bad hypnodommes would tire each other out and do all the hard for work for your silly, bimbo girlfriend.”

Amber groped for Kara’s top, covering up her breasts before the spectacular rack pulled her under. Kara and Mel were both staring mindlessly at the pocket watch. They knew the pocket watch belonged to the stronger hypnotist.

“Now, ladies…How about you take turns eating me out, and then you two can teach me all your most powerful hypnotic secrets and then forget all about it. That way I can take control of both of you when you least expect it. You’d love that, right ladies?”

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He enjoys his victory. It wasn’t a fair fight—never is, really—not when size, strength, and experience are on his side.

It’s fun to play with her. To let her think she has a chance. To watch the way she fights—because of course she does. She’s stubborn, sharp, tenacious. So damn determined.

But in the end, he always wins.

He’s told her before, amused, indulgent: One day, you’re going to be terrifying. Not yet. Not now. But someday, when she learns how to wield her power properly— when she truly understands control— she’ll be unstoppable.

She always blushes so pretty when he says it. But he sees more than that—he sees the flicker. That deep, waiting thing. A monster in the making.

For now, though, she’s just fun to play with.

He enjoys watching her try. Loves the way her mind moves, the little tricks she thinks might work, the angles she takes.

It’s cute, really. Like she thinks she stands a chance.

He dismantles them with ease. Like a lion teasing a clever little fox— quick, clever, sly. Still prey.

Not strong enough to win. But just tricky enough to make it fun.

And oh, how delicious it is— to watch her lose when she’s so certain she’s about to win.

Now, she’s lying on the bed, blissed-out and hazy.

Tonight had been too easy. Maybe she’s tired—she didn’t put up much of a fight. Or maybe, just maybe, his favorite toy is finally starting to crack.

Good.

He likes his toys a little broken.

He asks if she’s okay.

She doesn’t answer.

Her mouth is parted, like she’s forgotten what words are for.

She blinks slowly, eyes glassy and distant— that dazed little look he likes so much. As if her thoughts have turned to mist. To him.

She lifts her hands toward his hair. Slow. Dreamy. Like she’s following the echo of a thought, soft and silken.

Content. Absent. Perfectly entranced.

He watches her for a moment, amused. How sweet. How easy.

And he lets her. Of course he does.

The mattress shifts as she moves behind him, settling onto her knees. Small fingers comb through his hair, gliding up and down. Gentle. Steady. She hums, absentminded and pleased.

It’s soothing.

He closes his eyes for a moment, just enjoying it.

Then, casually, he asks, What are we thinking, darling?

She exhales, breath warm against his skin.

— Surrender is bliss.

Of course. Her favorite mantra. It falls from her lips easily, naturally. It’s practically instinct now.

Indulging her, he murmurs back, Good toy. Surrender is bliss.

She echoes it. It’s endearing.

Without thinking, he follows.

— Surrender is bliss.

Her fingers keep moving, brushing through his hair in slow, rhythmic strokes. It feels good. The kind of good that settles deep, creeping into his bones.

— Surrender is bliss.

He exhales, shoulders going lax.

— Surrender is bliss.

His mind feels heavy. Warm. Her touch, the motion, the repetition— it all seeps into him, steady and thick.

Just a game. A simple, harmless game.

His breathing slows. His body sinks deeper.

— Surrender is bliss.

She says it. He says it. Back and forth.

A rhythm. Even. Hypnotic.

His lips part—to speak, to shift— when suddenly, she stops.

And he doesn’t.

— Surrender is bliss.

Something sharp clicks in the back of his mind.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

The thought comes slow, syrupy, dragging itself through fog. Something is off.

He’s still saying it. He has been. He doesn’t know for how long.

His heartbeat ticks up, slow but insistent, pulsing under the haze. A flicker of clarity stirs— the part of him that knows better. The part that never loses.

He shifts, trying to pull away—

And she moves with him. Closer. Lips at his ear.

Her voice is soft. Knowing.

— Mmm. Such a good toy.

His stomach twists.

— You could stop if you really wanted to.

Her fingers tighten in his hair. Not hard. Just enough to hold.

— But you don’t want to, do you?

He inhales sharply. A flicker of defiance—he should fight, he should—

— Surrender is bliss.

The words slide out. Soft. Automatic.

His breath catches. Shallows. Synchronizes with hers.

She hums, pleased.

— Ohhh, there you go. That’s it.

His stomach flips.

— That’s so good, darling. Just let it happen.

No, no, no—

— Surrender is bliss.

His body sinks further. His thoughts blur.

It’s harder to catch them. Harder to remember what they were. The fog is palpable now—heavy honey pouring into every crevice of his mind.

She kisses the shell of his ear. Barely there.

— Deep breath.

He takes one.

Too easy. Too automatic.

— That’s my good toy.

Something shivers in his brain. A dawning recognition— they’ve switched places. The predator has become prey.

His lips part—he has to say something—

— Surrender is bliss.

That wasn’t her. That was him.

His heart thuds. Heavy. His body already knows what his mind is struggling to admit.

The fog is thick now.

His limbs are useless.

He should fight. He could fight. He just… doesn’t want to.

Not when she speaks like that. Not when her touch is so gentle. Not when every word feels like sinking into warm, endless nothing.

His thoughts slip. His breath slows.

She says something, but it doesn’t quite reach him.

There’s only warmth. Only silence.

Her fingers gently cradle his head as he slumps against her, completely under.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispers. “We’re going to have so much fun now. I’ve learned exactly how to wield my power.”

— Surrender is bliss.

A monster, awakened. Just as he predicted.

And then,