Public Hypnosis Scene, Annotated
This is another debrief from one of my subjects, who first shared her experiences inĀ āSecond Hangout.āĀ This time, her memory was really fuzzy, so Iāve gone through and added annotations in italics and indentations. Unitalicized words are copied from her account as-is.
I donāt even know where to begin this time, mostly because of where we ended up.
The trepidation and excitement that I feel right now after meeting with you. Ā Geezus, the attachment. Ā The trying to cope with what Iāve given youā¦ Iām not sure what to do with it, or where to begin.
Do I start with the fluttering excitement I felt when you said you wanted to take me to see Incredibles 2, because, as you said, it had content relevant to your interests? Iād been missing you, and was excited about the chance to spend time with you again.
Do I say how I happy I was to see you, even as I felt awkward in standing up to hug you?
Do I start as we figured out where we were going to sit? Ā Or my awkwardness in realizing that I didnāt turn notifications off on my phone?
No, I think Iāll start at the moment that I handed you my phone the second time, after fixing my notifications so it didnāt make your pocket buzz every time I got a message.
The moment I surrendered control. Ā Again. To you.
We start and end our scenes with her giving her phone and keys to me, surrendering her means of communication and escape. Her safe word is to ask for these back, a process I have her do at the end of our encounter to assure her that she has that power.
And then it all gets fuzzy. As I try to write this now, I try to remember what happened next. You were talking to me in that low voice. Oh that low voice you use, the one where I know youāre saying something, but no matter how hard I try, I canātā¦ quiteā¦ make out the words.
And I wanted to touch you. But that happened even before I surrenderedā¦ the wanting to touch you.
She has a trigger from our previous suggestion wherein I count from 3 to 1 and the pleasure within her builds to an orgasm.
The numbers. Again with the numbers. Ā It didnāt take long before you said āthreeā and the arousal flooded me. Ā Was I speaking when that happened? We were watching the previews. Ā And then ātwoā... and of course it was more intense. Want. Want and need. The arousal that I couldnāt control. Ā That I didnāt want to. Ā And then āShhhhā Ā How do you make āShhhhā sound so sexual and commanding, anyway? Ā And then āoneā. Ā
And again, without you even touching me, an orgasm shook me. In the back of a crowded theatre. Ā I melted into a puddle. Silent, gasping.. And sure that everyone was looking at me.
But Iām not supposed to worry about that, because you were there. And I trust you. As exciting and scary as it was, I knew I was safe with you.
Simultaneously safeā¦ and helpless..
All my life Iāve craved control. But I didnāt know it could beā¦ like this.
And something else happened Ā - was it during the previews, or the movie? Ā I have no ideaā¦ but you were speaking to me again.. That low deep voice, even a whisper as you said words to me I couldnāt understand. Something had shifted inside me and I surrendered to the fact that I couldnāt make out what you were sayingā¦ I knew that youāre doing something, but I stopped fighting to understand, and gave in to the fact that you were about to make things happen.
I gave her two new triggers at this point. When I squeezed her thumb, she would feel a desire to touch and caress her body. The longer I held and squeezed her thumb, the more intense the need became. When I squeezed her index finger, she would have a sudden and immediate need to have something, anything, in her mouth to suck on. As with the thumb, this compulsion would increase the longer I held and squeezed her finger. Both of these triggers would reset when I touched the palm of her hand.
I rested my head on your shoulder and held your hand. Ā Then I felt it.. I need to touch. I needed to caress my flesh, and yours. Ā I could not keep my hands away from stroking my neck, my breastsā¦ you, your chest.
And all I could think was I want to touch. The desire was overwhelming. And then you squeezed my hand and it stopped.
How many times did you cause this during the movie? Ā How many? Ā I couldnāt keep count. But there was something you were doing with my fingers. Ā I remember the compulsion to have somethingā¦ anything in my mouth, and my finger went in, and I was sucking my finger, imagining that it was your cock in my mouth.
Over and over you used these triggersā¦ something with my hands. Ā I think it was something you did with my thumb and one of my fingers but I canāt remember which is which.Ā Ā
I remember you holding my wrist. For some reason that simple act of you just grasping my wrist was such a simple demonstration of your control of me. Body and mind. I loved that.
And at one point I was touching my breasts, almost taking them out of my dress, and I swear to god it was not my hands anymore but yours. That was breaking the rules, and I knew down deep that it wasnāt your hands on my breasts, but thenā¦ it was. I felt them. You squeezing my nipple as you cupped my right breast. Your fingers. Somewhere in my head I knew they were my handsā¦ but that thought drifted away and dissipated as I realized that maybeā¦ no.. for sure it wasnāt. It was you. Ā Touching me the way I desperately want you to.
Due to previous relationship obligations, physical contact is restricted. And while I follow the rules to the letter, I can still torment her the idea of being touched by me.
And the finger sucking? Oh, that was evil. Ā My head was on your shoulder, cuddling, my hands in yours, and then I needed to suck. I was desperate for it and you held both of my hands tight. Ā Iām pretty sure I bit your shoulder out of absolute need and frustration at one point.
And every so often, almost nonchalantly, you would flash your fingers in me.. 3, 2, 1ā¦ and Iād be silently cumming while Elastigirl rode through the streets on her motorcycleā¦ trying to catch an evil hypnotist.
She may have been looking in the wrong place,because there was one in the seat next to me.
How many times did you hold onto my hands before you provided relief for my need to suck by putting your own fingers in my mouth? I have no idea, but once I had your finger in my mouth.. then two fingers..., that was even better than my own fingers. I sucked hardā¦ Ā It. Felt. So. Good to have your fingers in my mouth. To taste your flesh. Ā At least in this way, I could feel you inside of me.
And how is it that you smelled so good? The truth is that from the moment we met, I found your scent appealing, but this turned up the attraction to an extreme intensity. All I wanted to do was touch you and breathe your scent. Ā If I could have somehow climbed *into* you, I would have done it. So good. Ā How do you smell so amazingā¦ so addictive? Ā
Answer: I suggested that she become more and more aroused by my scent.
The movie is a blur of this. Sucking your fingers, or when you denied me, mouthing and nibbling at your shoulder through your shirt in desperation. I know at one point, I wanted more than anything to touch my own pussy, and there was absolutely no discreet way to do it because I was stupid enough to wear a skirt that was entirely too long to manage without being obvious. Ā AARGH. The frustration of that moment. Ā Touching. Intoxication of being near you. Orgasms. Ā Edging. Over and over again.
And what I didnāt tell you but Iām sure you noticed, is that I made sure I held my breasts in a way that you could easily see what I was doing. I wanted you to see. Ā I wanted you to feel me. I want to be an object of your desire, especially when youāve become such an object of mine.
And then the movie was over. Ā I stopped in the ladies room, and reached to check my phone out of habit, but of course it wasnāt there. Ā I stopped at the mirror and fussed with my hair and makeup. I could see that I looked dazed, wide-eyed, and happy. Then we went outside The light was still too bright as we walked and talked about finding a place to sit and talk for a little bit. I wasnāt entirely under trance, but everything seemed foggyā¦ dreamlike.
We found our way to a second floor loft in a quirky boutique hotel. There was relative privacy. And as intense as I felt in the movie theater wasā¦ something shifted, and it became even more so.
This isnāt necessarily relevant to the story, but the hotel is the Ace Hotel in Portland. Itās an amazing place, and we found our way to the mezzanine, a public space tucked far enough out of the main traffic area that a mostly non-physical scene wouldnāt attract attention. If youāre ever in the area, check out the hotel; its aesthetic is everything I want in a loft apartment.
We were as alone as weād ever been, in this loft. Music was playing from downstairs, and there was some ambient noise from the downstairs bar. Occasionally someone walked through the loft, but not often.
And the maddening thing as I write this is that I know some things happened that I donāt remember. Everything I do remember is almost hazy and dreamlike. Ā Mostly I remember existing in a fog of devotion and arousal.
I wanted nothing but you. Everything about you.I was desperate to obey anything you said, anything you wanted. Ā You had me. Ā You had me in your control.
I remember sitting on that couch and feelingā¦ yes feeling you inside me. I think. Ā Or was I just sucking on your fingers? Ā I remember you holding my hands again. Did I bite your fingers from Ā you teasing me? Suck them harder?Ā Ā
And then I realized that you were fucking meā¦ or was that later? Ā All I knew is that you were inside meā¦ but I knew it wasnāt real. At least, I know that now.
I suggested that every time I tap the top of her hand, she felt my cock sliding inside her. As with her finger triggers, this would reset and my cock would slide out of her when I touched the palm of her hand. This led to a fair amount of bouncing her hand up and down between my thumb and forefinger.
It was better than real. Ā Nothing existed but you and me fucking. The world disappeared.
And then my brain was being fucked. There was Ā just a cock in my headā¦ and nothing existed but pleasure. I was awash in that sensation.. No world, no life, nothing except pleasureā¦ a cock in my head, fucking me inā¦ and outā¦ and in.. and out. I felt nothing else. Ā Even as I type and edit this Iām going soft.
And my world came back, and I remember you asking me what it felt likeā¦ and words werenāt enough. Ā Even the words I just wrote arenāt enoughā¦ not nearly enough to explain the absolute joy and pleasure of letting go like that. Ā Of nothing else existing but a literal - or as literal as we can get - mindfuck.
I remember being desperate to kiss you and being unable to tell you whether or not it was against the rules. I remember I couldnāt say yes or no when you asked.. I just flailed. Rules? What rules? Ā What did they matter anyway? I just wanted you.
And I asked you what you were thinking about when I was sucking my fingers.. And you said something I canāt remember. Ā Something about finger-fucking me. Youāve since told me you were thinking thinking of having your fingers inside of me, rubbing my clit and thrumming my G-spot. Ā Now thatās all Iām going to think of if you do this again.
Geezus, thereās a bunch of stuff missing from the time on the balcony. Iām just going to go to the big scary thing. The beautiful scary thing.
I think I asked you what would happen if we were alone, or what you would want to do. You said youād claim me and make me feel fuckedā¦ but that Iād have to bargain for it.
And you asked if I wanted you to show me.
Of course I did. Ā Of course I wanted you to show me. Because I have terrible judgement. I couldnāt say no. I wanted to to know how you would do it.
You dropped me into a place where you were about to hypnotically fuck me. I was incredibly desperateā¦ completely frantic in my need to be fucked. I could still smell you. Iād been sucking your fingers all night. I was starving... for you.
Somewhere in the logical corner of my brain I recognized that we were both clothed, and you were sitting on a stool across from me.
But no.. no you werenāt. You were edging meā¦ your cock about to push into me. Teasing my labia. And I was whimpering and begging. Ā Please. You asked me what I would give you and I had the poor judgement to ask you what you wanted.
āYour memoriesā you said. Ā You wanted to control my memories.
And my head was spinning. What did I need to remember. Every bad experience Iād ever had flashed through my brain. The Big Bad Thing showed up, and I thought about letting that go.. Surrendering that. Besides a tiny voice in my head said, Ā I trusted you, didnāt I? Ā Youād give them back. You were just showing me what you would do if you could.
I told her that she had to physically give her offering to me every time. I would stick out my index finger about six inches away from her face, and she had to lean forward and touch her tongue to my finger to seal the transaction.
And then they were gone. And I knew nothing. And you asked me or told me about when when we met fifteen years ago. Yes, I knew it. Weād known each other for fifteen years. I remembered the story, even. Ā We met in the huge bookstore.. The one were only a few blocks from now. It was that time that I was buying Christmas presents, and we talked in the coffee shop. Ā I remembered the whole storyā¦ and how youād been meeting me and hypnotizing me every so often for all these years.
We met two months ago. Obviously this was me exercising control over her memories, using surprisingly little by way of providing actual memories. She is incredibly creative.
So you entered me moreā¦ and stoppedā¦ and I begged again. I was intoxicated with youā¦ obsessed. Ā Pleaseā¦ Sirā¦ please.. Just pleaseā¦
And you took my fear. You. Controlled. My. Fear. Ā And for the first time in decades I wasnāt afraid. Ā Of anything.
Do you remember our conversation a few weeks ago? When I was meeting someone from the last munch and you told me to be cautious but not afraid? Ā And I told you that Iām afraid of everything? Ā
I have been afraid every day of my life for two decades. Ā I wasnāt surrendering anything I treasured. You wanted my fear? Easily yours.
Sirā¦ you were freeing me. The weight in my chest that hurts me every day of my life was gone.
I was fearless. I could do anything. Would do anything. I feared nothing. Fuck yes. Take my fear. Fucking keep it.
And I wanted to cum. Ā And I was begging you again. And you said you wanted my will in exchange. My ability to make my own choices.
And of course, I had no fear of giving up my will. Ā So I surrendered that to you, too. Ā Because why not? I wasnāt scared.
And I wanted to cum. Ā I just wanted to fucking cum.
And then, you didnāt ask me to surrender my name. You.. justā¦ took it. And when you told me you were taking it because you had control of my will, the only thing I felt was a flood of arousal.
She mixed up these last two. She freely gave me her name (or as freely as someone desperate to orgasm can be) before she gave her will. But the description of how I took her name was exactly how the next action happened.
You. Had. Me. Ā I was absolutely under your control. Ā Blissfully helpless.
I saw only what you told me I saw. Only felt what you told me to feel. I was a cunt being fucked, and a pair of eyesā¦ and all I could see was your eyes.
And I donāt rememberā¦ some things here. There was darkness, I think? I wish I could remember. Itās killing me right now that I donāt remember.
I removed all senses from her and let her marinate in her internal feelings of lust, arousal, and submission. And then, in that state for what must have seemed like an eternity, I commanded her to cum.
I remember cumming. Hard. With everything in me. I wasnāt feeling an orgasmā¦ I was an orgasm. Ā I was shattered all over the place in absolute bliss.
I was nothing but that sensation.
I almost called you āMasterā which is a word I just donāt use. Ā I think I may have actually said it. I remember this, and it shocks me.
And then you returned everything to meā¦ sort of. You reminded me that I had surrendered them to Ā you, and that they were still yours. Ā That those parts of me belonged to you.
And the realization hit me. Ā Oh, noā¦ ohgod...What have I done? Ā Iāve given you so much. You have control of so much.
You said āYou realize youāre fucked, donāt you?ā
I nodded. Ā I knew. Oh did I know. Ā
I still know. Ā Iām fucked.
And itās the most arousing thing I can imagine. Even now as I write this, I know that I want to be in a room with you so you can take it all over again.
Thatās how fucked I am.
And it was time to goā¦ long past time to go and we both knew it. And I wanted to say something to you, but I wanted my phone and keys back first.
And I was trembling. I donāt know if you could see it, but I felt it as I said it out loud.
āYou have a lot of power now. You could destroy me. Ā Please. Ā Donāt hurt me.ā
Once again, please let me know what you think!
