|What is my age:||36|
|Who do I prefer:||I like guy|
|My gender:||I'm lady|
|Zodiac sign:||My Sign of the zodiac Libra|
|I like to drink:||Beer|
Did… Did he just hypnotize me? Last time he had me stare at his pocket watch as he swung it slowly back and forth. I had to follow it as he talked about how relaxing it was.
It took a long time too. The feeling was pretty surprising too. I never thought hypnosis could be so enjoyable. I always thought you just zoned out or something. You had to actively listen to what he was saying and try to follow where he was leading you. It was surprisingly relaxing and fun! So of course, I was pretty willing to try again when he invited me over for another session.
Or was I the one that asked him? It took me forever to find the outfit that would be the most comfortable and would help me relax even faster than last time. I nodded and held myself from skipping as I went towards the living room. I felt so happy to be about to experience that amazing feeling again. God… Just sitting down on his sofa makes me remember our last session so clearly! Especially the part about how good it made me feel to relax and follow the watch. I had never experienced that special kind of drowsiness as I listened intently to his voice. Are you nice and comfortable? Now just like last time, we are going to do a few breathing exercises before we start tumblr erotic hypnosis induction.
Just take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment. I breathed out and opened my eyes.
I blinked and frowned. I thought I remembered easing back in the sofa a moment ago. Odd… Did… Did he just hypnotize me? I looked down at myself and remembered that I had kneeled comfortably on the bed to calm down before our session. Kneeling felt… Better than sitting anyway right?
Her panties were a translucent mess, so completely soaked with the musk of her arousal that she could see her pale fingers through the gauzy lavender tumblr erotic hypnosis as they teased her pussy lips, but she kept rubbing. She never wanted to stop. It felt too good to stop; the droning buzz in her headphones and the soft, whispering voices just barely on the edge of hearing kept promising more and more pleasure, more and more euphoric bliss if she only kept playing with herself and absorbing her programming, and Josie always wanted to do what the voices said.
Because it just felt so very fucking good. Not when her labia were so sensitive.
Not when she was floating in a dreamy sea of pure ecstasy. Not when she no longer cared what that woman believed. The headphones promised her a new self.
They promised her the eternal bliss of sexual submission, stronger even than orgasm, and Josie eagerly went along with the whispered words that slipped into her weak and mazy brain. She no longer had a choice; once the programming found its way past her defenses, seeping into her mind despite her best efforts to shut it out and focus on resistance, the first of her impending subjugation was a desire to play with her needy cunt. Her willpower crumbled quickly after that. And the whispers pour into the widening gaps between each moment of lucidity, drawing her first into the unquestionable belief that obedience to the voices brings pleasure and from there into a thousand thousand other programmed truths.
Eventually, she knows, the headphones will come off. But the voices will never leave her. She never wants to come back. And she never will. Like this flash fiction?
Seems a bit much just to come relax. I watched her right hand move up and fiddle with her hair as her left hand moved to her lips. Yes… You said you felt compelled to show me your body. I had stumbled across a theory that proposed combining specific sound and light frequencies to place a subject in a deeply relaxed state. But since then, technology made incredible breakthroughs every day and somehow, this little marvel was shelved. It was a hard process to decode the specific frequencies and light patterns the files described, but I finally managed to do it and shrink it down to fit in a convenient little pen light.
After a few initial tests with my roommate though, I quickly realized that the frequencies had an unexpected side effect: Addiction…. Mindy was lying on the bed, and… and… oh. Oh shit.
She looked down at herself in mounting shock and horror, unable to reconcile the woman she saw with the memories of the person she knew herself to be. Her black leather jacket, her torn jeans, the ripped MCR shirt she put on this morning had all vanished. In their place she wore nothing but a cheerleader outfit that made her look two or three years younger than her actual age. With difficulty, Mindy tore her eyes away from her uncontrollably masturbating hand and looked up to see a Caucasian man she vaguely recognized sitting in a chair about ten feet away from the bed.
He was naked, and his erection jutted up with an almost angry urgency that belied the calm, confident smirk on his face. Mindy glared at him, instantly recognizing the source of her bizarre predicament. But she could at least be rude.
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It was a pathetic triumph, but Mindy would take anything she could right now. The blonde pigtails flowing across her chest practically mocked her with the implications of their presence. Had he really been able to make her dye her fucking hair? Smart, rebellious goth Mindy never thought much of the cheerleading squad, did she? I got inside your head and I made you feel such tumblr erotic hypnosis, powerful pleasure that it felt better to obey me than to be yourself. She struggled to resist it. Recriminations could wait. She needed to break free. And the time before that.
Sleeping time, pretty girl. Because the latest picture also shows her new piercing. It makes his life a little bit easier when he only needs to get to know the people who are already compatible with his interests. There are already four mindless, brainwashed fucktoys living in his harem, each of them eager to embrace their own subjugation to that utmost degree that only he can promise.
And soon there will be five.
He knows it. He can feel it. He can see it in the way her arms hang loosely by her sides in the photo, indicating a trance that her body language makes clear even without the sight of her slack, staring face. Look at me. She stopped smiling and looked into my eyes like the good wife she was. Now go mindless for me.
Now my little air headed wife, what do I keep telling you about your wants? I am a sexual object. Does that mean you are my wife or my property? Now how can property WANT anything? So once I release you from this mindless state, you will start over. I love him but his passion for the lore and movies borders on insane.
Other than that, he is an amazing man and incredible lover. Over the years, I discovered that he had more than a few sexual kinks, which I kind of dig myself because I love to explore and role play.
So when I figured out how much of a crush he had on the original Leia in her slave uniform from Return of the Jedi, I just had to shop for one to surprise him. I shopped and easily found version of the original costume, but I wanted my surprise to be as authentic as possible. The site was real professional and contacted me to get my precise measurements.