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The last two times were completely dry.

I was conditioning him to cum when I snapped.

It was an absolute success.

A Hypnosis Fantasy by SweetTist

“I obey Mistress Alyssa. I obey Mistress Alyssa. I obey Mistress Alyssa.”

Alyssa smiled to herself, enjoying the slightly slurred sound of Christian’s hypnotized mantra.

Last night he’d written out an “Audiofiles for Saturday’s Experience” list. Now, she hovered over his keyboard, making sure the audiofile queue list and the list in her hand lined up perfectly.

She, of course, could add or remove any audiofile, but she approved of his current selection.

The queue correct, she returned to the first audiofile and adjusted the start time to match the time on the paper.

Everything ready, she turned to whisper into his ear, dropping into her hypnotic voice.

“Will you notice me now or will you notice me later. Perhaps you’ll only notice me when I snap.” She gave a crisp snap. “Snap, I’m there. Snap, I’m not. Snap. There again. Snap. Gone again.”

“I obey Mistress Alyssa.” it came out as a moan. Oh, yes. Perfect.

“What happens when I can see you, watch you, and you are unable to see me? Can you truly enjoy the idea of my being... invisible?”

Another moan cut through his mantra.

“How would it feel to have your fantasies come true? We both know you want, want, want, your fantasies to come true. In fact, you might even want to stop noticing I’m in this room… now.”

And, with a final snap she pressed Play on the first audiofile.

As her own voice seductively, hypnotically, poured out from the computer speakers, Alyssa moved to a corner of the room that gave her a perfect view of everything.

Hello @sleepy85

My most recent bondage experience.

That would be with one of my Calebs.

He has a thing for tentacles.

(No, I have no idea what this pic is from but the caption is accurate and it’s not outright porn.)

I hypnotized him, using a “Yes Set” (still my favorite induction).

Then I used tentacles to bind his arms on his bed, above his head, and to wrap around each ankle so he was spread open on the bed.

And then I had tentacles rub all over him, up and down and all over.

And, because I’m the consent fiend I am, I had one rub across his lips (he has quite the oral fixation) but not enter his mouth until he said “please”.

And I made him say “please” quite a lot before I allowed the tentacle to go into his mouth.

One tentacle wrapped around his cock and started sucking on his head, while another started exploring his ass.

After a few minutes, I told him the tentacle in his mouth slithered out, as another one wanted entrance to his ass, but again he had to stay please.

And boy, did he beg.

Then the one that was in his mouth, returned, and the one at his ass made entrance, and they fucked him.

I made both him, and the tentacles, cum three times before I had them finally release him (with him, of course, asking for “more”.)

I calmed him down, sent the tentacles away and then I brought him up, and we aftercared for about 20 minutes.

The end.

Not sure if that’s what you expected but that is the last bondage scene I’ve had.

Hello @cuckzone2

Thank you for the Request! I do like writing nonsexual stuffs. Especially if it lets me show off GentleFemDom, which the story I wrote did.

I did do a kinesthetic induction, but it may not be what you expected. I hope you still enjoy the story though. 

The Comfort of a Nightgown

The phone rang startling Cassie who, curled up on her couch with her knitting needles and favorite audiobook, glowered at where it sat charging on the dining room table. It stopped ringing and then began again. Who could want her less than thirty minutes before midnight?

She sighed, put down her yarn, threw off her blanket, and trudged across the faded green carpet to the dining room.

By the time she reached the phone it had stopped and started again. She peered down at the display and then, eyes worried, pressed Accept, pulled it off the charger and put it to her ear.

“Hazel. I am here.” Her usual greeting. She hoped she kept the worry from her voice.

“Miss Cassie. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept all week. Can you come over?” Hazel apparently had no such qualms, faer stress came through loud and clear.

“Where’s Donnie?”

“She’s still in Maine. She won’t be home until Sunday. I’m so exhausted and the bed is so big. Please?” The sniffle told her Hazel was close to faer breaking point.

“Hold on. Let me throw on some pants and shoes. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“Yes, please, Miss Cassie.” Was faer voice calmer? Cassie wasn’t sure. She hurried, throwing on yesterday’s pants from the hamper and shoving her feet into her flip-flops.

“I’m heading out the door now.” She grabbed her keys off the stand in the hallway and locked the door behind her.

“Thank you, Miss Cassie.” Yes, fae was starting to calm.

The walk took less than five minutes and Cassie kept Hazel talking, asking about faer day and Cassie’s newest knitting project. When she turned into the condo complex, she could see Hazel standing on the porch a few condos down.

“Do you see me?” She waved.

It took a moment, then, as the figure on the porch waved back, Hazel replied “I see you. We can hang up now.”

When Cassie reached the top of the sixth step, onto the porch, Hazel threw faer arms around her, hiding faer face in her shoulder. “Thank you, Miss Cassie. I miss her so much. I can’t sleep.”

Cassie held faer for a moment and then whispered soothingly. “Let’s not give the neighbors a show. Let’s go inside.”

“It’s almost midnight.” Hazel said but pulled away obediently and held the door open for Cassie, closing it behind faerself.

Cassie left her flip-flops by the door and led Hazel down the yellow hallway and into the spacious bedroom with an equally spacious bed.

“Strip and put on one of Donnie’s nightgowns.”

As Hazel obeyed, tugging off faer sweatpants and t-shirt, Cassie elaborated.

“You sleep next to Donnie every night. You feel her nightgowns against your skin. You smell the scent of her laying next to you. Trust me. Wearing her nightgown will help you sleep.”

While fae carefully poked through faer wife’s nightgowns, Cassie went out to the little dining area, selected a chair, and carried it back into the bedroom. She placed it next to Hazel’s side of the bed where Hazel waited awkwardly, in an oversized maroon nightgown with the word “Cisn’t” emblazoned across the front in gold.

Cassie smiled. “I doubt you could have made a better choice. Come on. Climb into bed.”

“Yes, Miss Cassie.” And fae obeyed, tugging the comforter down and sliding in between the sheets.

“Grab Donnie’s pillow and turn on your side to face me.” Cassie ordered as she settled into the chair. She continued speaking as Hazel obeyed.

“As I was saying. You sleep next to Donnie every night. You feel her nightgowns against your skin. You smell the scent of her laying next to you. Wrap your arms around her pillow. As you hug it tight, as you rest your nose against the top of it, as you feel the texture of her nightgown envelop you, you can find the comfort she brings, and she does bring you such comfort, doesn’t she?”

Hazel nodded, faer arms wrapped around the upper middle of the pillow, faer mouth and nose resting on the top edge.

“You can let yourself close your eyes. You can let yourself find the comfort that she brings in the items that surround you. You can let yourself feel her around you. You can let yourself feel her inside you. Her scent, her touch, the feel of her in your arms.”

Hazel, faer eyes closed, snuggled the pillow.

“You can let yourself feel the comfort she brings. You can let yourself feel her around you. You can feel her drifting off to sleep in your arms. You can feel her drifting, floating, sleepy self gently, softly, pull your mind down with her.”

When Hazel’s face grew slack, faer mouth falling slightly open, Cassie softened and slowed her voice even more.

“Your mind can follow her pull, the pull of her sleepy mind asking you to join her in wonderful, blissful, peaceful sleep. You can, you will join her in peaceful, blissful sleep, won’t you?”

The nod was slow, lazy, barely a nod.

“Peaceful, blissful sleep, together. Together in peaceful, blissful sleep.”

Cassie continued those two sentences, over and over, until Hazel let out a soft snore.

She whispered gently  “Good night, little one”, put away the chair, and let herself out, locking the door behind her, and started the walk home.

The End

I hope you enjoyed!

New glasses.

Miss Sweet’s Hypnotic Work

PLEASE NOTE: In this tumblr, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one post may not be the Caleb in the previous post, or the next post either, but I will consistently using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while drained and vulnerable.

~*~

I woke from my nap, my eyes blinking open and a predatory smile crossed my face. I was feeling quite vampiric.

Caleb had been asking me to surprise him with a trance this weekend and now seemed a perfect time.

I sat up on Caleb’s bed, snagged my toy bag, and fished inside until I pulled out my pocket watch.

I had just set the bag back down when Caleb, naked exactly the way I like him, opened the bedroom door.

“Breakfast time?” He asked.

I grinned. “Possibly. Come sit” I patted side of the bed next to me.

Leaving the door open, he made his way to the bed and sat.

I raised my hand, displaying the pocket watch twisting gently on its chain.

“Oh. What are you thinking?” He asked, staring at the pocket watch.

Letting that pocket watch continue to dangle from my hand, I shifted slightly until I could gently sink my teeth into his shoulder.

“That vampire trance I’ve been promising you.” I licked the spot I had bitten.

“I’m okay with this.” He said, his eyes still on the dangling silver pocket watch.

I sat up and started to twist the pocket watch on its chain and release it.

His eyes were glued to it, as I spun and twisted the pocket watch, my voice seducing him into trance.

When it came to the end of the induction, I turned slightly so I could press my free hand against the middle of his chest and push him down onto the bed.

He flopped onto the bed, and I placed the pocket watch on the nightstand, no longer having a use for it.

I spent approximately five minutes, tugging his body back into a sitting position and pressing my hand to his chest to push him back down again.

Once I was satisfied with his depth, the vampiric seduction started.

“There’s tales about vampires. Tales on how they suck blood. Those tales are just that, tales. I’m here, not to tell you the truth, but to show you.”

I bent down over him and licked the side of his neck.

“Vampires.” I scraped the side of his neck with my teeth and felt his intake of breath.

“Bite not to drain their victim of blood.” My teeth gently nibbled on his neck.

“But to drain them of their power.” I again gave his neck a nibble. “To drain them of their free will.” Another nibble.”

“Draining them of everything.” I moved down his arm with my mouth.

“Now, of course, vampires such a I can chose what not to drain.” My mouth slid off his wrist, on to his ribs and still continued down.

“And, when I bite you, I will drain you of everything except...” My mouth slid over his hip down to his thigh, which I used my hand to pull towards me, baring his inner thigh. 

“I will drain you of everything except vulnerability.” 

And with those words, I bit the inside of his thigh. 

I sucked as I bit, stopping briefly at intervals to tell him what I had drained away.

“Strength. Drained.” Bite.

“Energy. Drained.” Bite. 

“Free will. Drained.” Bite.

I continued until only vulnerability remained. 

I gave the spot on his thigh a lick before sitting up.

“All you are is vulnerable. Not even submission. Just. Vulnerable. Sit up.”

And he did, his posture hunched, his eyes unable to meet mine.

“Ah. Yes, vulnerable. Unable to even meet my eyes.” 

He continued to be hunched, his eyes downcast. 

I took his wrist and his arm remained limp.

“See, this is where those tales got it from. Once the victim is drained of everything the vampire wants...”

I lifted the arm and dropped it, which, as I knew it would, also dropped him, his chin dropping to his chest. 

I placed my hand upon his chest, pushing him once again onto the bed. 

I started tiny little bites, all over his skin, biting him randomly, without pattern. 

“Once the victim is drained of everything the vampire wants... the victim is vulnerable. Unable to stop what is happening to him. Simply accepting that the vampire has the power to do to him exactly what she wishes.”

I continued to bite and seduce him for about 10 more minutes before I stopped biting him and let everything I had drain from him, trickle back into his mind and body. 

“Everything trickling back in as you return to who you were before this session. Everything trickling back in.”

I waited until his posture reverted back to normal. 

“And counting you back up and fully awake, filled with memories of this session. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. All the way awake.”

“Wow.” His eyes blinked open. “Wow. That was a lot of fun.” 

I smiled. “That was hot! Here.” I reached over to the nightstand, picked up the glass of water waiting there, and handed it to him. Drink and we can do aftercare.” 

The End

Hi Anon!

Thank you for the question.

First, I’m going to answer the second part.

No.

No, I don’t find it hot to just take someone. In fact the very idea leaves me a tad sick to my stomach.

As to the first part of your question...

The Hypnosis community is all about consent. All the Hypnosis Conventions I’ve gone to. All of the Hypnosis classes I’ve gone to. All the Discord servers I’m in. Consent is required before any play.

And yet, in our fiction, it’s mostly what you said “I take what I want”.

It’s not something I personally understand, nor will I ever write that.

I’ve had things done to me I did not chose. I did not want. I did not ask for.

The very idea of inflicting what I went through on someone else, even a fictional character?

shakes her head

I couldn’t do that. Ever.

So I will be continuing to write consent into my stories.

Hello A!

Ooooh.

Let’s get my creative juices flowing.

I was thinking of making this a Kaelynn, but, since I’m 95% sure I know who A is, it’s only fair I go with Caleb.

After we met and we got lots of hugs and kisses and snuggles, I’d make it impossible for him to wear vanilla clothing unless he’s about to walk out the door, say for dinner.

Then I’d fractionate the heck out of him. Fucking his mind up quite well, softening him up for the weekend.

Once his mind is good and fucked, I’d take my Ursula Pocketwatch...

And have him remove all that Fractionation from his mind and put it inside the Pocketwatch.

When that was done I’d give him a trigger of whenever I place the Pocketwatch over his head and it rests against his bare chest, his mind will sink into that Pockwatch and all that waiting Fractionation.

When he comes up, he probably won’t actually be fractionated, because it’s now in the Pocketwatch.

This would probably be dinner time, so he’d be able to put on vanilla clothes.

However, once he was dressed and standing by the door, I’d drop him, walk him to the full length mirror and have him open his eyes and stare, not at his eyes, but at his vanilla clothes.

And I’d have his mind imagine his vanilla clothes were lingerie ala @justanothertart ‘s outfits.

Once that was solidified, I’d link the transformation to a word and have him forget what I’d done.

So, several times during dinner, I could trigger him and make him feel that he was publicly out wearing only lingerie.

And enjoy all the blushing he’d do until I’d say Cancel, and the trigger and the memory of it would fade.

Back at the room, the first thing I would do is watch him strip the moment the door closed behind us, because he is unable to wear vanilla clothes in the room.

I’d trance him, maybe put the Pocketwatch back around his neck to watch his fractionated face.

Then, when we both got tired, we’d go to sleep.

Breakfast the next day would be a continuation of the Lingerie Trigger.

Then, back at the room, once we fully woke up and showered, I’d do an intense scene with him.

I’m thinking a Human Furniture session, where I transform him into a useful bit of furniture. Perhaps a tray table (which is personal favorite), perhaps a foot rest.

And I’d make sure that my new bit of furniture would have pride at being useful, fulfilling its purpose.

After a whole ton of aftercare, I’d go into small little trances.

Make him desire to kiss me, and each minute he’s not kissing me, that desire grows. Until he’s outright begging me to kiss him.

Tranforming him into a thirsty flower (reblog if you get the joke 😉).

If we dabble into sexual, I would make it so that at the end of every sentence he says “masturbate”. Which would be allowed to confuse him for only a few moments before he’d continue as if nothing happened.

For example:

“The other week I was looking for that blue pendant you sent me and I couldn’t find it, masturbate. Huh? What, no. I... but then I remembered that I put it in my suitcase so I could bring it here, masturbate! Wait what? What? So, do you think you can use it on me live, this weekend, masturbate? Why did I say that?”

And I’d probably run this on longer than most people would A. Because it’s hot. And B. So we could have a (mostly) nice conversation while being (mostly) calm.

After that, I’d dress him up in his own lingerie, and have him touch his own body as if he were touching mine.

That would be hot. I’d probably add a few other suggestions to that. Like, he thinks his left hand (which is caressing his body) is my hand, while he thinks his right hand (which is also caressing his body) is touching me.

Then I’d insist we take a shower together and wash him free of any knowledge of hypnosis.

So, he’ll be unable to remember trance, unable to remember hypnosis.

So that when I’d trigger him, he’d be uncertain what just happened and why.

And go out to dinner, and play with the Lingerie trigger, his mind having zero clue hyonosis existed.

And then back to the room, watching him strip and then canceling the forget hypnosis suggestion before aftercare.

We’d snuggle and kiss and then I’d head to my flight, and he’d head to his.

This was a lot of fun to write!