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Sunny Hypnotized - Bursting with Pleasure

Checks & Balances

The Annual Hypnotic Arts Conference was a clandestine affair held in a discreet downtown hotel. Dr. Julian Silverman approached the registration desk, the weight of the silver pocket watch in his jacket pocket a comforting presence. The form was simple: name, credentials, and preferred induction method. Julian printed "Pocket Watch", unaware that the conference organizers maintained a secret chart of methodological weaknesses, a complex game of hypnotic rock-paper-scissors that determined who would dominate whom.

Julian's first target was a raven-haired psychologist named Dr. Eliza Vander, who had presented a paper on subconscious triggers. He found her at the bar, swirling a martini.

"Your work on embedded commands was fascinating," Julian began, producing his watch. "But I believe the most effective induction is more... visceral."

Eliza's eyes met his, challenging. "Prove it," she scoffed.

Julian dangled the watch before her, beginning his pendulum swing and his most basic induction. He had a feeling he wouldn't need anything fancy to bring her under. "Watch the silver glint... catching the light... back and forth... with each swing, you feel yourself sinking deeper... your eyelids growing heavy... so heavy..."

Within minutes, Eliza's head lolled forward, her expression placid. "You're completely under my control," Julian murmured, testing his power. "When I snap my fingers, you'll feel an overwhelming desire to join me in my suite."

Snap. Eliza's eyes fluttered open, now glassy with submission. "Yes," she mumbled.

His second conquest was even easier. A young graduate student named Mia who had been watching him with undisguised interest. He repeated the pocket watch induction, her resistance crumbling as the silver swayed rhythmically. "You'll obey me without question," he commanded, and Mia nodded eagerly.

With two hypnotized women trailing him like devoted disciples, Julian felt invincible. That's when he encountered a striking woman in crimson silk who introduced herself as Mistress Cassandra.

"Pocket watch induction? How quaint," she purred, her eyes the color of warm honey. "But so vulnerable to the voice of a person who simply won't watch."

"Vulnerable?"

But before Julian could react, Cassandra began speaking in low, resonant tones that seemed to bypass the watch that dangled from his fingers and even bypass his conscious mind entirely. Her eyes remained fixed on his, letting the chain of the watch hang uselessly between them. As as she spoke, the watch began to feel... so heavy...

"The sound of my voice wrapping around your mind... each word sinking deeper... you can't resist... you don't want to resist..."

Julian felt his control slipping, his own induction techniques useless against her vocal dominance. The watch slipped from his grasp, making a soft sounds as it hit the carpeted floor. The room spun. He could hear his voice speaking. Speaking to her. Speaking to his conquests. Speaking to no one but his own deepening trance. And when he came to, she was holding the watch.

"The watch is mine now," she said, lifting it from the floor. "And so are your pets."

Cassandra turned to Eliza and Mia. "You belong to me now, as your Master commanded." Both women nodded vacantly, their allegiance transferred effortlessly. "We're going to my suite. All of us."

The elevator ride was crowded with the three women and their new mistress. Julian followed, his mind foggy but aware enough to notice the other passenger: a distinguished older man with piercing blue eyes. Julian knew him only as Finch.

"Cassandra," Finch nodded, his voice crisp and authoritative. "Still using vocal induction? I thought you'd have started something more advanced than that."

"Amazing how such an old dog is always so obsessed with new tricks," Cassandra said rolling her eyes. "The voice is tried and true, Finch. And with a voice this captivating, what could possibly be better?"

"This," Finch said, holding up his phone and letting the hyper-vibrant spiral blast from the screen, painting Cassandra's face in ghostly pinks and greens in the dim light of the elevator. Her eyes dilated until they were nothing but pools of black and white.

Finch glanced at Julian as Cassandra was pulled into a digital whirlpools of impossible colors.

"Pocket watch?" he asked off handed. Julian nodded, unsure if he should be helping his Mistress in some way. "No dedication to the craft. You'll grow up someday. Take it from me. It always pays to have something new up your sleeve. Anyway, what room is your floor on?"

"Ten," Julian muttered, still not quite sure what to do or think. Cassandra was meant to do that for him.

Finch pressed the 10 just as the elevator doors opened on 7.

"This is me," he said. "Well, us I suppose."

He turned the phone screen to face Julian, who immediately became helplessly mesmerized by the spinning colors.

"You go back to your room and just rub one out Mr. Pocket Watch. And go ahead and let the fact that you were so easily beaten not once but twice turn you on more than anything. Being bested and humiliated makes you hard. Thinking about someone taking what's yours makes you cum."

"Yes, Master," Julian said immediately as his cock grew to its maximum stiffness in his pants.

"Come along ladies," Finch said, stepping off the elevator and letting the doors close. Julian blinked as the screen vanished from sight and the elevator rose the last three levels to his floor.

"Fuck," he muttered. "I was not ready for this weekend."

But as he lay in his bed, he thought about how nice it had been to listen to Cassandra's voice as it took him over. And how wonderful it had felt to fall into that spiral. And his fingers wrapped around his cock as he thought of Finch fucking his seed into the women that Julian had claimed. The women that had been stolen from him. He imagined Cassandra's wonderful hypnotic voice thanking Finch for ridding her of Julian. And cum erupted from his cock, spraying across the front of his suit and staining the material, as he imagined someone coming to his house and hypnotizing his wife more powerfully than he could combat. Watching her walk out the door with a smile that wasn't for him anymore.

Claimed. Stolen. Surrendered just for the feeling of it.

His cock twitched, wanting to harden again in his hand. "Thinking about someone taking what's mine makes me cum," he muttered, eyes unfocusing slightly. "Yes, Master."

This was originally requested on my old blog by @mr-wanderer1 with the following ask: "Write a story with a group of people having different methods of taking control all together in one place. Dropping someone then getting dropped and rest is up to you you have the creative mind"

Happy new years (a lil late sorry)

It's soft and safe, just lets you loose controle only when comfortably diapered in a safe space ... try it !

I got it from : https://emghypnosis.com/