Forced to Resist: A Hypno Fantasy
More Hypnotic Fantasies by SweetTist
Laurence shivered as Mistress Iris walked him through the crowded dungeon. With the blindfold on, he couldn’t see all the people watching him but he knew they were there by the low, respectful chatter, and the sound of various forms of impact play.
He made sure to keep up with Mistress Iris’ steps, the chain of the nipple clamps he wore would pull his nipples sharply if he strayed too far behind.
She had been training him to the clamps for several months, though this was only the second time he’d had to do it blindfolded. And the first time in public.
How many people were watching her purple clad form lead his naked body by his nipples? How many did she discuss her plans for him with?
He shivered again and almost missed when she stopped, the chain on the clamps going suddenly loose. He halted in time.
“You know what I have planned for you, don’t you?” her hypnotic voice poured into his left ear.
Had she said any other words, he would have melted for her then and there. But, tonight he wasn’t allowed to melt for her.
“Yes, Mistress Iris.” His voice cracked on her name. She continued before he could repeat himself.
“And you know why you are here tonight, don’t you?” How he loved melting for her. How torturous it would be to have to stay all the way awake through what she had planned for him.
“Yes, Mistress Iris.” This time his voice didn’t crack.
“Tell me why you are here tonight?”
How many people could hear their conversation? How many people could hear his answer? He licked his lips, hesitating.
“Tell me,” she rested one hand in the middle of his chest and gave the chain attached to his nipples a small tug. He inhaled at the sting of pain that shot through both nipples, then it was over, her hand disappearing and the chain dropping slack once again.
“I enjoy resisting too much.” His voice shook slightly from the momentary pain in his nipples.
“Exactly. And?” Why did she have to use that voice on him, now, when he couldn’t give into it.
“You’ve asked me to stop resisting and I keep doing it. So, the only thing I’m allowed to do tonight is resist.”
This time her silky voice was in his right ear, her lips brushing its inner curve.
Her hand returned to the middle of his chest and pushed lightly.
“Take two steps back. Slowly.”
Following her guiding hand, he did as she commanded, and found his back against something hard and wooden.
Her hand moved from his chest to tap his legs further and further apart.
Then a cuff, leather, he was sure, encircled first his left ankle, another one then encircled his right.
Laurence could feel the soft fabric of her dress caress his leg as she stood and cuffed each of his wrists. Not above his head, as he was expecting, but where they hung naturally, pulled only a few inches away from his body.
The cool wood warmed up against his back as he listened to his Mistress give his limits and safewords. She added “And no one touches the chain or his nipples but me.”
He didn’t hear any answers but she must have been satisfied because she said “Thank you all for volunteering. You may begin.”
He wasn’t sure what to expect but a soft gentle caress down his right arm, from shoulder to wrist wasn’t it.
A voice filled his right ear, an unknown, breathy female voice.
“You can feel me stroke down your arm, can’t you?” Her hand continued to stroke down his
arm. Shoulder to wrist. Shoulder to wrist. Always returning to his shoulder, and sliding down to his wrist.
He nodded but as he did so, a hand stroked his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. Moaning, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.
“You aren’t allowed to go under.” Mistress Iris’s voice filled his other ear. “Remember. You are only allowed to resist.”
A familiar, painful tug on his nipples caused his eyes to blink open, under the blindfold.
The hand stroked through his hair, the nails once again lightly scraping his scalp. He moaned louder.
“My hand stroking down your arm. I bet you can allow your mind to follow my hand down your arm, can’t you?”
He found himself nodding, even as the unknown hand returned to his hair, causing another moan.
A new femine voice filled his left ear, even as the other spoke in his right ear..
“Trance feels so amazing, doesn’t it? To sink into it. For your mind to drop.”
With that word his mind tried so hard to resist but with the hands and competing voices, he started to drop.
His mind hit a barrier and he bounced back up, uncertain what had happened.
“Letting your mind follow my hand down your arm, Laurence, as if my hand was your mind, and your arm, was trance. Your mind can follow my hand, now.”
Again he tried to resist, but with the hand stroking down his arm combined with the other hand in his hair, and the hypnotic words filling his right ear, he started to drop.
And was again bounced back up. It was a strange feeling, he could feel a small something form in his mind.
Another hand joined the other two, this one tapping the middle of his forehead and then stroking down his nose. Tap on his forehead, stroke down the nose. Over and over.
There was no third voice accompanying this, but there didn’t need to be. This was torture.
Tap, stroke through hair, stroke down arm, stroke down nose, hypnotic feminine voices filling his mind.
And each time his resistance failed, he was bounced back up, the something in his mind growing with each bounce. Was it fog? Or perhaps a shadow? Or maybe it was emptiness?
He couldn’t concentrate, with everything he was being bombarded with. And he needed to concentrate, concentrate on resisting.
Which he failed to do over and over again. Dropping and bouncing up again and again.
By the time he felt a headband settle over his head, his resistance was hanging on by a thread and that something had grown larger.
He only noticed the headband because it caused the hand in his hair to stop stroking for half a second before it resumed.
The tap on his forehead disappeared which he found was a relief. The relief was short lived.
Even as the hand in his hair and the one down his arm continued, as well as the voices in his ears, the blindfold was lifted.
His eyes blinked in the shadowy light, the confusion doing nothing to help strengthen his resistance, or to stop the something now taking up most of his mind.
When his eyes could focus, the shadows on his peripherals remained, only ahead of him was clear.
And filled with a single thing.
A slowly swaying, twirling crystal, reflecting small flashes of light. His eyes were caught the moment they recognized what they were seeing.
The hand stroking through his hair was joined with a second.
The hypnotic voice in his left ear started to incorporate the pendant, the stroking of his hair, the stroking down the arm, and even managed to get his mind to imagine the forehead tap and stroke down his nose.
Then the hypnotic voice in his right ear started to incorporate them all, as well.
The last shreds of his resistance fell to the floor and he fell and bounced up out of trance a dozen, two dozen, a hundred, two hundred times. The something swallowed his mind whole.
He didn’t notice when his body went limp. Didn’t notice when his body was only held up by the cuffs around his wrists and ankles. His mind repeatedly dropped and bounced out of trance.
He was gone. Drool seeped from his lips. His eyes stared unblinking at the flashing pendant.
Not in trance. He couldn’t be.
He didn’t notice when the pendant was pulled away. He didn’t notice as the hands in his hair slipped away.
He didn’t notice when the dual voices in his ears drifted away, the hand down his arm going with them.
He didn’t notice as his eyes were gently closed and the blindfold settled back into place.
He didn’t notice as the headband was softly pulled off of his head.
He didn’t notice as his ankles were uncuffed.
He didn’t notice the large man Mistress Iris directed next to him as she uncuffed his wrists.
He didn’t notice as this man caught his limp body and carried him to one of the comfy couches in the quiet room.
He didn’t notice the man lay him down onto his Mistress’s lap, careful not to tug the clamps.
He didn’t notice Mistress Iris thank the four Dommes that had assisted her in breaking him.
He didn’t notice his Mistress rocking him, her voice soothing.
What he noticed was the pieces of his mind coming back together, solidifying once again.
By the time he noticed, most of it was back together, only a few pieces still missing.
As she put the last pieces into place, however, he didn’t notice her fail to return his resistance.
(Not my usual style but I wrote it as gift to someone. I hope you enjoyed!)
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