The other day, I saw a post by a fellow hypno enthusiast. The original poster had invited people to post their favorite Pokemon, and the hypno enthusiast posted Hypno, and other hypnotic Pokemon. It got me thinking, to the point where I thought I'd recount an "accidental" hypnosis kink experience from years back. Pre Covid.
This experience...it combines my love of gaming, sudden "in person," in public hypnosis, and kinky behavior. It also addresses the idea that has passed my dash more than once lately of "what if a friend in your group suddenly hypnotized you, knowing about your kink?"
Also, if you haven't been following me long, or haven't read my other long form journal style posts... I'm biologically male, but love being hypnotized into thinking I'm a woman. I can see and feel the hallucination, and can't remember being a boy at all. Heck... In that state I'm super passive and blank, so there's not much thinking at ALL. Years ago, I had "open triggers" set up, that immediately drop me into that state, by a local offline hypnotist I worked with for years, who moved away.
This event happend not too long after he (the original local hypnotist) moved away.
So...thats the content preparation, people!
I have a super close friend, he's also into gaming. Card games, table top rpg, video games, mobile...you name it. He is seriously into each version of Pokemon, where I'm a more casual player. I grind through the game plot quickly, because I'm into the story.... He works at pokemon farming and breeding. This means that when a new game comes out and we battle with our DS systems...early on, I have a HUGE advantage. Legendary pokemon, more selection, etc.
After a few months, he generally wins EVERY game, because he makes sure each of his team is beyond maxxed out. It's a gaming cycle we acknowledge.
Also...important fact...he knows about my hypno kink. One of the few friends that does, I came out to him about it years before the event I'll be talking about.
See? Important backstory, people. Backstory matters.
Pokemon Sun and Moon had just come out, and I had gotten "Sun," he had gotten "Moon." We typically did that, so that we could compare plot, game features, exclusive Pokemon...that sort of thing. Also made the "rivalry" part of the game more real, playing opposing versions. In about a week and a half, maybe two weeks... I had made a super hard burn through the story, and had a serious legendary line up. My buddy...he had been grinding the game, leveling and farming and breeding...the stuff I pay not nearly as much mind to.
After a month of having the game and playing independently, we decided to square off our teams...pretty much knowing that at this point, the advantage was mine. We'd get to a point where I couldn't win a game in about a month, month and a half at most...but for now, I'd do very well.
We met for dinner, as we often still do, Nintendo DS units in tow. We went to an "Islands" restaurant, a relatively fancy burger place with a bar and a Hawaii theme. We went often, so they would let us hang around, especially with drinks on a week night. The plan was to catch up on the week or so over dinner, and do pokemon battles over drinks afterward.
Dinner was good, super fun. Always is...again, I'm still super close with this friend! After we polished off burgers and fries, we ordered a pair of beers and started to play.
The beginning went exactly as expected. Having raced through the story to the end, my starting pokemon was maxed out, and I had a mess of legendary pokemon picked up along the way. He was only about a quarter of the way through the story, so it was super hard for him to keep up. Unlike me, though, he had multiple teams that he wanted to try out, multiple strategies. I had one team.
Again, the usual for our competition.
After a series of wins against his "A team," he asked if he could start switching teams. Of course I was fine with it, we were having a good time, and I had been winning. I said yes, and was vaguely interested in his strategies. Let's call my strategy "simple." Make a team of my empirically best pokemon, the strongest, and be done.
So I asked him about what teams were coming up, what ideas he had. As he introduced teams, he'd explain...one had a variety of unusual types allowing him to swap his team in and out based on the pokemon types of my team, for advantage. That was neat, but at that point, not strong enough.
It didn't dawn on me to even raise an eyebrow when he said, "I'm gonna try a team based on different status conditions."
"Sure, give it a shot!" I said.
Status conditions are things like "poisoned," "paralysed," "asleep," and so forth, which each effect what the affected pokemon can and can't do. It didn't dawn on me to give it any thought, I'd already ground through the whole game, after all. Bear in mind, there are hundreds of Pokemon and "battle moves."
So, we started the next battle, which on each side had six pokemon per team. I pretty easily breezed through his first two, a grass type and a bug type, and he swapped in his third guy.
Literally, a Hypno. If you dont play the game, there's a Pokemon called Hypno, which carries a swinging pendant and mesmerizes its opponents. In Pokemon Sun/Moon, it's even animated, with the little pendulum moving slowly from side to side. Completely unexpected to me, because honestly, it's not that competitive a Pokemon. Some opinions make him a good support Pokemon, and "psychic" is a good type, but I just didn't see it that often. If at all.
Considering that a person swinging a pendant in front of me, in person, is one of my "open triggers" from my prior local, offline hypnotist...my friend met the criteria. It was in person, and on my DS screen he had basically started to swing a pendant in front of me.
I dropped into a hypnotic trance instantly.
Blank, passive, empty. Obedient. Staring blankly, waiting to be told what to do next, feminized...right there in the booth at Islands. My glazed expression stared at the screen, and I took no game actions.
I still don't know if he put that Pokemon on his team on purpose, to make that happen.
After a decent pause of me just staring, doing nothing, he asked me, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," was my soft, sleepwalker like, now feminine reply.
"Why aren't you playing?"
I could hear him make a sound, and I think I started to drool a bit. He thought for a moment, set down his DS, and leaned forward. "What hypnotized you?"
"Your Pokemon," was my obedient, and accurate reply.
He leaned back again, nodding. "I see! And how do you feel?"
"I'm relaxed. Empty. Obedient."
"Feminine, too?" He remembered things I'd told him, clearly.
He took a minute to think, and I kept staring, oblivious. The waitress came to the table. "Do you guys need anything?"
My friend looked over, and then shook his head, saying "We're good."
The waitress paused, seeing me staring, my mind drained into the DS, watching the tiny swinging pendant. "Your buddy is really into your game!"
My friend laughed and said, "Oh yeah! You don't know the half of it." They laughed together, friendly for a moment, and I don't think I even blinked. The he added, "I'll have one more beer, " and she went off to get it.
After a moment he asked, "Do you feel good? You like being hypnotized, right?"
"Yes. I feel good. I love being hypnotized. I love to obey."
That kind of caught him by surprise, I think. I think the frankness of it, how empty and submissive I was...was surprising. He picked up the DS, and made another swap, bringing out a non Hypno Pokemon.
I kept staring at the screen. Either pop culture did a great job, or I did a better job of explaining how I'd been brought back up from trance when I had gossiped with him a year prior, because he did a solid job next. He said, "in a minute I'll count to three and snap my fingers...and you won't be deeply hypnotized anymore. 1, 2...3...snap!"
Suddenly, with a bit of a gasp, I wasn't female anymore, and my thoughts came rushing back. I definitely blushed, and I was definitely super turned on. I took a drink of my beer to steady myself...and even fanned myself a bit.
The waitress came back with my friend's drink, and she asked, "Did you figure it out?" I was a bit confused, but nodded, and she smiled and went on her way.
"That was intense," my friend said. "And so sudden!"
"Mmhmm," I nodded. "Definitely, to both!"
I was pretty excited, and pretty distracted. After a minute, he said, "Let's keep playing... I'll make a new team!" He smiled as he said it.
"Uumm...you don't HAVE to," I said...really wanting to be dropped under again.
"Its no trouble, just give me a second..." And we cancelled the battle, and he started to fuss with his DS a bit. I had another drink. I was DEFINITELY craving being under again, being female, being passive and obedient.
After a couple of minutes of fussing, he said, "I'm all set!" and took another drink of his beer, initiating a challenge. I accepted the challenge, and took a drink of my beer...mildly disappointed that it seemed like I WASN'T going to be suddenly hypnotized again.
It was, in fact, a brand new team of Pokemon that he hadn't rolled out yet. Lower quality Pokemon in fact. Every now and then he'd execute a move, like Sleep Powder or Yawn, and look up asking, "Are you okay? Hypnotized?"
Even though they have Sleep effects, they aren't any of my triggers...but it kept me wondering. And thinking about being hypnotized. I kept trouncing this new team, and another, and he kept checking. I made some comments about how the trigger worked, and so on...still very, very distracted and turned on. Tingly.
After two or three more battles, he decided to change rosters again. We were both near the bottom of our second beer, maybe midway through. I ordered another when the waitress came back, and he just asked for some water. When she came back, she brought the drinks and the check, saying we could check out whenever we'd like, no rush.
We went back to our gaming, with the kind of small talk that comes with it, punctuated by an occasional "You okay?" When he executed a move like Spore, or Sing. Invariably I was okay, and answered that I was, but the tension was kept high. Every now and then he'd ask a question like, "When was the last time you were under, anyway?" Or something to that effect.
After a few more games like that, he switched his team again. The roster that came out seemed like it was his first team, his "A team," and I set up for an easy win. I was rolling over his team like a truck, until we got to his last Pokemon, which now was the Hypno.
Once again, I dropped into a blank, obedient, feminized state. This time, he didn't ask anything...he had been watching me when the game shifted characters. He had been watching for the drop. Instead of talking, he reached across and leaned forward a bit...waving his hand in front of me, and snapping a few times.
"You're under again, right?"
"Did you want to be under again?"
"Yes," I said blankly. "Very much."
"Good," he said, and waved over the waitress. He put his credit card down and thanked her for taking the check. "Do you need to see the Hypno to stay under?" he asked.
"No," I replied...which was very true. Still...he was new to this, it was a logical question. He then said, "Good. Let me know if you start coming out of it, before you do."
"Yes," I said as he took my DS and turned it off, and shut off his. When the check came back, he signed it, and the waitress said we could stay as long as we wanted. I sat passive and mindless, while my buddy thanked her.
"Tell me about the last time you were hypnotized in person," he said. Without a second thought, I did. Softly, like a sleepwalker, I told him in serious detail about the previous time I was under. He occasionally had to prompt with a question, or asked me about how something felt. Occasionally he asked something relatively technical about hypnosis.
To anyone looking on, we were two friends having a quiet conversation. It was getting to around 9 PM on a Wednesday, so there weren't too many people. Perhaps I looked a bit spacey, but that could be attributed to beer...to an onlooker.
The details I was giving him, mindlessly, at his request...were VERY sexual. I couldn't think much in that state, but looking back, he was clearly getting aroused...flushed complexion, shifting in his seat, and so forth. Clearly controlling his excitement.
When I got to the end of my story, he picked up my DS, and his. Then he said, "Follow me."
"Yes. I obey." His eyes rolled up a bit at that, with a look of excitement and arousal.
We got up, and headed to the bathroom. On the way, he said, "My friend doesn't feel too great, I'm going to help him out," to a staff member. I don't remember who...my feminized, empty mind was focused only on obeying my friend, and following him.
We got to the bathroom, he opened to door, then closed it...and locked it.
He took a minute to look at me, then snapped his fingers a few times. I just stared, glassy expression and slack jawed. Then he said, "It sounds like you like sucking cock while hypnotized."
I replied, "I like sucking cock when hypnotized."
He seemed unsure for a minute. The he asked, "Did you think about it at the table?"
Mindlessly, I admitted, "After I fell under the first time tonight. Yes."
Happy with that, he unzipped his khaki pants. He was super hard...he had been in the midst of a dry spell, sexually. With no further preamble, he said, "Get on your knees."
I did, in empty compliance.
I took him into my mouth on total autopilot, no thoughts...slowly bobbing up and down his length. He was a good average size, so I could take all of it, and I could hear his soft sounds of pleasure, occasionally saying things like, "Good," or "Yes, like that."
I just kept slowly and sleepily taking him in and out of my mouth, bobbing the full length of it, following a command with my empty mind when inadvertently given one. Each inch of his cock seemed to fuck out more and more of my will, my hypnotically feminized form being only for his pleasure. It didn't take long...in a few minutes or so...maybe ten, at the most, he climaxed in my mouth.
Not being told to stop, I kept bobbing, dribbling some if his seben on my lips and chin. Until he TOLD me to stop. I did stop then, waiting with my shoulders limp, to be told what to do next.
He quickly did up his pants and belt, and told me to stand. He once again passed his hand in front of my face, satisfied that I was still under hypnosis.
Hfnce again, he said, "Follow me, okay?" And unlocked the bathroom, opening the door. On the way back through Islands, now mostly empty, he ran into the same employee as on the way to the bathroom. That guy asked, "How's your friend doing?"
My buddy replied, "Better than I thought!" (Which in hindsight was super clever) He moved onward, with me following obediently, with his seed still on my lips and chin. We exited, and made our way to his truck in the parking lot...he had driven that evening.
After making sure I was in the truck, and settling himself...there was a bit moreHeDand waving in front of my face. Then, he asked, "id you like that?"
"Yes," I replied blankly.
He took a moment, thinking. I imagine that he was feeling badly that I didn't have an orgasm myself. I don't NEED to have an orgasm to have a fun hypno experience, but I think that was the mentality of that pause.
I also think that part of him waa just enjoying the experiment.
"So...you will see and feel whatever I tell you to, right?"
"Good, good." He opened the windows in the truck just a crack. Presumably for air circulation, I don't know. At that point, I only knew what he told me. He asked what woman I thought I was, and i answered an ex of mine. For a moment he asked if I could be any woman he told me to, and I answered yes.
That's always an interesting thing. I mean, I see and feel the different female body, which is fun, for sure. But keen eyed readers will note that I don't have much of a personality in that state... I'm kind of an empty shell, a puppet. With that said, it's often pretty neat when a guy tells me to be their ex after showing me a picture, or to be their favorite porn star. They can't see or feel it, sure...but I'm being made into their fantasy, made into their porn. Super turn on.
With all of that said, he didn't make any changes on that front. Maybe he liked that ex...who knows?
Regardless, he pushed forward with his first foray into hypno kink. I alwats wondered if he'd seen one of those racy hypnosis shows in Vegas, or online, given what he chose next. Maybe I'm selling my friend short, and he's just pretty creative. Once again, he'd just asked if I'd see and feel what he told me to.
"I want you to feel what I tell you to now."
"I want you to feel a cock coming out of your seat, and thrusting into you," he instructed. Immediately I sighed softly, and felt the imaginary, hallucinatory chair shaft thrust slowly into me, deeply into me. "Each thrust takes you deeper into trance, each thrust fucks away more of your thoughts and will."
"Yes," I moaned softly as he watched me. I felt the shaft moving slowly into me, out of the truck seat, and it felt good. I thrust down on the seat, humping down, helping to fuck more and more of my mind away.
"Deeper," he said, watching.
"Deeper," I mindlessly replied as I humped the seat slowly, feeling exquisite. Both feeling the phantom cock deeper inside me, and going deeper into trance. Back and forth the responses of "deeper" went, as he watched...his voice becoming husky as he watched the impromptu show, my voice getting increasingly empty.
He shifted in his seat, now obviously hard again. I kept humping, my mind being drained more and more, while he rubbed his hand on the outside of his pants legs. Continuing to tell me now how to hump, and how deep it was going. How deep in trance I was.
Eventually he said, "Keep fucking yourself on that cock. Tell me when you orgasm." It didn't take long for my soft moans to get breathless, to get more like grunts, and then for me to blankly say "I'm coming now," staring into nothingness, eyes rolling.
I think at some point during that he opened his pants again, and started stroking himself while watching me.
At that point, I was feeling sooo good, and just staring. Empty...just a shell, my orgasm having fried my brain. He started the truck, without zipping his pants back up, and started to back out of the spot in the dark, deserted parking lot. He asked, once putting the truck in forward gear, "Do you feel good?"
That seemed to satisfy him on how I was doing. He was quiet for a minute as he turned out of the parking lot, and then said, "You should stroke me off while I drive."
In my thoughtless brain, he could have just as easily asked the time. Reaching over, I started to stroke, even as my mouth automatically formed the words "Yes, I obey."
He groaned and muttered, "Thats good. Keep doing that," as he drove on the long straight away road. It wasn't a long drive to drop me off, but we missed MANY lights.
About halfway back to my place, stopped a a red light, he leaned his head back, and then looked around. No one. Then he said, "Just suck it again, while I drive."
With a soft, feminized, "Yes, I obey," I leaned over and started to suck him again, not a single thought in my mind. Just slowly up and down, taking his entire length, as he drove and made low, satisfied noises. Occasionally he'd make a more guttural noise, but clearly, he was enjoying himself. I think he had always wanted to get head while driving... I'm fairly certain he had mentioned it prior to this.
Either way, he was loving it, as he pulled up to my place. He had me stop for a moment, to put the truck in park, and I paused in place, frozen, all my attention focused on his cock. When he noticed this, he had me get back to it.
He leaned back, and this time took a bit longer to finish. Not that much longer, but a bit. Again, not being told to stop, I kept sucking until he told me to stop, and then just froze in place, his cock in my mouth...until he told me to sit up.
He took a moment to bask in the kink afterglow. Pleasantly femme and mind fried, I sat passively in the passenger seat, drooling a little, with a glazed expression on my face in the mirror. After a few minutes, he asked, "All this was good for you?"
He zipped up his pants, and then said, "If I tell you to get out if the truck, and go inside your place, to wake up there...you can follow those instructions?"
"Good." He made sure I didn't forget my Nintendo DS, and then told me to go inside, to wake up after I'd closed my door. Obediently, I followed his instructions to the letter.
Sitting on my couch later, basking in a post hypnotic, post orgasmic afterglow myself, I wondered if he had planned the event. It seemed kind of like he did, with what he knew about my kink. A simple risk...it either worked and started something, or didn't and we just played our usual video game.
I also wondered...he had seemed Super Straight prior to that...but a lot of guys do. Right up until an opportunity...and then, things go where they do. Ultimately, over time it came to light that he was just very sexually repressed.
There wasn't any "unfortunate" tension. Which is good...ruining a close friendship would be BAD. I sent a text the next day, not really bringing the kink into focus. It said, "Thanks for dinner! Had a great time as usual. Look forward to the next time!" After that, our usual texts and such ensued.
He didnt directly bring it up, either. Which is fine. He also didn't really go back to using my triggers or hypno kink with any kind of regularity...although that wasn't the only time he did.
Hopefully, this journal style post of a hypno kink encounter a while ago was a turn on to you! It was LONG, but hopefully satisfying and exciting!
If it turned you on, let me know! If you're a hypno kink person in West L.A., say hi! Or a hypno kink gamer... Or just someone who masturbated to it. I love hearing from people!
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