Mesmeress

18+ only. Hypno content. Middle-aged Lesbian. (She/They)

[mesmeress]

Lately I've gotten into wearing a pocket watch when I go out. I keep it in my blazer pocket, on a chain attached to one of the button holes.

The other day I was sitting in a cafe with a coffee, and I just casually took it out of my pocket to check the time. As I was putting it away, a woman on the next table leaned over and said "Excuse me - I'm sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to say I really like your pocket watch."

"Oh, thank you." I replied

"Is it an antique?"

"Actually yes. I think so anyway. It belonged to my grandmother, I found it in her things after she died a few years ago. I've never had anyone look at it properly though."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I'm actually very interested in pocket watches. Would you mind if I take a look?"

"No, by all means" I said.

Now, I have to say, something felt a little strange about handing my pocket watch over to a stranger in a cafe. Not because I thought she would run off with it - she seemed genuine enough, and I doubt anyone would be so brazen as to rob me of it in broad daylight with witnesses around. No, I felt strange handing it over because for me, as a hypnosis fetishist, my pocket watch obviously is a very personal thing, and showing it to someone I had just met made me feel a little... exposed? I felt myself burning up as she looked at it.

"It's beautiful. I have to confess, I don't actually know very much about antique watches, so I can't really tell you anything about it. I just find them fascinating, you know?"

I wasn't sure what to say to that, and as a few seconds went by and the silence got to me, I replied "Me too, i suppose". A few more seconds went by, I'm not sure how many, but neither of us broke eye contact. I actually find eye contact quite uncomfortable generally (not ideal for a hypnotist), but I was just caught off guard.

"It's silly" She said handing it back to me "Not your watch! I mean... It's silly that I am fascinated by them. There's just something about them. You don't really see people use them these days. They got replaced by wrist watches. And then I guess mobile phones came along, and people mostly use those to tell the time these days, and people keep those in their pockets, so I supposed we've kind of come full circle."

"Yes! that's why I have taken to wearing it actually. To get me out of the habit of checking my phone all the time."

"Oh that's clever. Maybe I should try that. Although my apple watch kind of makes that a bit redundant"

"That's true"

"So they're still very much a novelty to see these days. Unless you're a hypnotist!"

"Ha!" (Internally "shit shit shit shit shit")

"Haha"

We both laughed awkwardly, in what I can now only describe as mutual gay panic.

"Well..." (Oh god was I really about to say it?) "funny you should say that..."

"Oh, really? That's amazing! I've always found that so interesting. I guess it goes with my fascination with pocket watches" - She said - and I swear to god, she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Just for a second, and then laughed like an adorable dork.

"That makes sense" - I laughed

There was another awkward silence. I sipped my coffee. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Is that what you do for a living?"

"What?"

"Hypnotherapy?"

"Oh I see! No, I don't"

"Oh, you sort of have that look about you, with the jacket and all. Stage hypnosis? Sorry, i'm asking a million question, feel free to tell me to leave you alone if I'm being nosey"

"No it's fine. No I'm not a stage hypnotist either. It's just... a hobby" (Whhhyyyyy did I say it like that?!)

"Oh, I see, sounds fun haha"

By this point you'd think I would have cottoned on to where this conversation was going, but I'm one of the most oblivious people in the world when it comes to women flirting with me. I just smiled while she waited for me to say something back.

"My names Jane by the way" She said, extending her hand.

I took her hand and told her my name. She didn't take back her hand, and neither did I. Now you've probably heard of ambiguous touch - this so was ambiguous, I didn't know know whether I was doing it to her, or she was to me. We just sat, our arms reaching between our 2 tables, our finger tips lightly touching each others palms - until we both slowly withdrew them, not before sharing one last delicate touch of our finger tips to each others.

"So how does it work then? As a hobby... Do you hypnotize friends, or...?

"Um yes, kind of" ("Kind of?!" A yes would have done!")

"Really... Is it like for relaxation, or do you have them like... do things?"

"It depends on the person, but a bit of both. Some people just want help relaxing, but some are up for having fun with it"

"Oh wow that's amazing! That sounds really fun. Do you use the watch?"

"I have done, yes. Usually with the people who are wanting to have fun. Otherwise i just use my voice, or a candle or something"

"I've always wanted to know what it's like... It's a shame it's so noisy in here. Not that you'd just hypnotize some random woman you just met in a cafe-I was just joking. I'm being silly, I should shut up and let you enjoy your coffee."

"Actually, it's gone cold, but it's ok. I come here for some social interaction more than I do the coffee really. It's nice to just be around people sometimes."

I reached over and took one of the comment cards from the cafe counter, wrote down my phone number on it. My hands shook as I wrote, and I could feel a bead of sweat running down my back. I slid the card onto her table.

"If you want to talk some more. About hypnosis, or... just about watches" I said, then I turned to leave before I could think too much about it and change my mind.

I didn't expect her to call. I assumed she would go home and either forget all about me or throw the card in the bin as soon as she left the cafe - but she didn't.

[mesmeress]

Adding @h-sleepingirl's latest book to the collection. I'm looking forward to reading it. It's been a while since I have had a partner to practice with, but perhaps the new year will be good to me.

[binaural-histolog]

interview with Nath

[writtenbynath]

By the way, this is me. Nath. The video has good English captions and if you want to know more, you can always ask.

[mesmeress]

In a drawing mood lately I guess. I’m trying just draw stuff in a couple of hours and then be done with it, instead of obsessing over the details for a week.

‘She’s so adorable in her messy tied up hair, and casual white vest top . My live-in play partner, just going about her day, not realising she has one boob hanging out, when *snap* off goes her mind.’

[mesmeress]

Does.... Tumblr know?

[mesmeress]

Drool for me

Drool seems to be a pretty popular kink in the hypnosis fetish community, yet for some reason it doesn’t seem to be very common in the content produced for/by us.

Maybe that’s because there aren’t so many naturally drool subjects out there, but that can usually be remedied via suggestion. Maybe a lot of the models aren’t into it, I don’t know. I wish there was more though.

I’m really into it drool, but not in the way that most porn features it. I don’t want the ‘deep throating a cock, and then coughing up a bunch of stuff’ type of drool. And i’m not into the ‘cum dribbling down her chin’ type of drool. Those will do in a pinch, but they’re not really my thing.

My fetish for drool comes directly from my fetish for hypnosis. Blank, mindless, slack jawed, uncontrolled drool. Drool that she’s aware of, but unable to stop. Arousal induced drool. So long as it is directly or indirectly the result of hypnosis, I’m into it.

Anyway, I was bored and horny, and since I don’t have a real plaything to make nice and drooly, I drew this instead.

[mesmeress]

Hypnofetish Emoji

I used Google’s Emoji Kitchen to make some hypnokink emoji/stickers. I removed the backgrounds on them all, so you can save them all and use them.

[h-sleepingirl]

A Ridiculous Hypnofetish Dream  I Had

A few nights ago, I had this dream. I’ve been doing orgasm denial all through November, and my dreams have gotten… intense. It is not like my usual stories and follows some absurd dream logic, but, here we are. I was very conflicted about sharing this because it’s not a thing I talk about often and is very embarrassing for me.

CW: noncon, snake stuff, tiniest mention of vore

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I am walking in downtown New York.

I know exactly where I am. I am visiting a dear friend. We are spending a few days together; she has set up a little picnic in one of NYC’s enormous parks. It is a bright Fall day, still tepid and warm out despite the season. We are getting an early start to get set up; she is talking to me about who I will meet at the gathering. Friends of hers that she is sure I will like.

On our way, I see a few cats hanging on apartment steps, lounging in the sun. I am a little surprised that they are so relaxed and allowed to be outside, but I will never argue with seeing more cats in my life.

As we walk, I see one apartment that has a small garden in gravel behind the sidewalk, with a few plants. There is a cat rolling around in the foliage and dirt.

I do another take.

The cat has a snake wrapped around its body. It is struggling.

“I’ll catch up,” I tell my friend.

I walk over to the scene. Both the snake and cat lift their heads to look at me, uncharacteristically human-like glances.

The cat is a gray-white tabby. The snake is green, coils obscuring the tabby stripes, and head just a bit larger than I’d expect with big, piercing golden eyes.

“Shoo,” I say, a bit lamely, and then try to make myself look threatening.

The snake uncoils itself, spooked for a moment, but before slithering away, it looks at me, and somehow, it looks annoyed.

The cat rights itself and licks its paw. I pet it, and easily pick it up; so tolerant. I place it on the steps.

“It’s dangerous out here,” I tell it. “Your owners probably should take you inside.”

The cat does not respond.

I see my friend just a ways up ahead, waiting for me and with a couple more people now, probably a few of her friends.

I look back and see the cat sitting on the stoop, and my eyes find the snake who is now hiding in a bush, still looking annoyed with me.

Cautiously, I turn my back and go to catch up.

I try to shake the feeling of being followed.

–

The picnic is very pleasant. There is delicious food and some community events in the park, and soon our small group becomes large and mingled with other people from the neighborhood. I am having a good time socializing. My friend is flitting in and out, periodically going back to her apartment to get more food or cups.

A man I haven’t seen before walks up and starts chatting with the people in our little corner. He is laughing, and he has a sharp smile. I idly watch him for a moment, and then he looks over at me, and smirks.

His eyes are that same golden piercing color as the snake from before.

I am suddenly very, very scared. A small snake, however angry it was at me for saving its prey, did not feel very threatening to me.

But a snake that can transform into a person, a snake that made it a point to stalk me and now make fast friends with our little picnic…

He walks over, smiling wickedly.

“Hello,” he says. “Have we met before?”

“Um,” I say, nervous, averting my eyes. “I don’t think so?”

My heart is pounding in my chest. Everyone will think I’m crazy if I call him out for what he is. But am I in danger? Did he come to get revenge on me somehow?

“Well it’s sssso nice to meet you,” he says, and it is pure malicious, the way he drags the ‘s’ out, and then I realize that something is terribly, terribly not in my favor.

I am scared, but I am horribly, horribly turned on; his sibilance, his eyes – this is too close to secret, early fantasies, the ones that make me break down, the ones I can’t resist.

“Look,” he says, more quietly.

I look up at him.

He is triumphant, and I have no doubt in my mind that he knows the way my body is responding to him.

And for a moment, I meet his eyes, and I notice them beginning to swirl with color.

I gasp and look away as he laughs.

“Doesn’t it look good though,” he whispers as I stare at the ground. I stiffen; he chuckles and walks away, finally.

It is abundantly clear to me what is happening in this situation.

He followed me here to get back at me for taking away his dinner. He knows what I want most of all. He is going to use my desires to lure me into becoming docile so he can…

Well, I don’t know what he is going to do. Hurt me? Eat me, maybe…

…That seems most plausible.

Everyone at the picnic seems enamored by him. He is charming and charismatic, and I just try not to look at him, try to lay low.

But soon, I hear him call above the gentle hum of laughter and conversation.

“Anyone want to try something fun?”

People gather and giggle and ask what it is.

He grins. “I can hypnotize some of you, do some party tricks. It feels really good, I promise.”

My heart sinks as the crowd ‘ooh’s and ‘ahh’s and talks excitedly.

I can’t say anything. I can’t do anything. I stand there shocked, staring at him.

He looks directly at me.

“Any volunteers?” he asks.

A few girls titter and blush, but he doesn’t stop looking at me.

“What about you?” he says, smiling coldly. “You look like you could relax a little…”

Again, hissing the word.

The people I’ve met are egging me on, telling me to do it as he pierces me with that gaze, and I can’t help but think about how it would feel to stare into his spiraling eyes and lose myself, despite the danger, how turned on I am…

I mumble excuses, decline as much as I can.

“Alright,” he says. “Want to see me do it on someone else first? That’s fine.”

A girl from the crowd steps up, shyly.

He looks at her, pleased, and shoots me one last glance that says, ‘Watch this, if you dare.’

He is standing just a few feet away from her now, and he doesn’t stop grinning as she fixes his gaze on him.

“Just look into my eyes,” he says.

The crowd hushes.

The trap is too good – do I break the social norm and look away, save myself from the temptation and eroticism, or do I give in and watch, see how he does it, feel my desire climb?

I look…

His eyes are spiraling and my pussy clenches as I see the colors blossom over and over from his pupils. My eyes dart to her, and that was a mistake – her jaw is loosening, her mouth beginning to soften into a little ‘o’, eyes widening and reflecting the colors in his eyes, and then she gives a sigh… Her mouth turns up into a pleased, soft smile…

I can’t. I can’t watch this anymore. I’m gasping for breath. I squeeze my hands into fists, trying desperately to keep composure.

I hear him wake her up, and the group begins laughing and making comments. Again I’m reminded, as I’ve always been reminded in my life, of how different the general social response to hypnosis is. No one is crippled like I am. To them, it’s a fun game.

He looks at me, and I feel raw, intense desire and shame.

He smiles and it is so cruel.

“It felt good, right?” he asks the woman.

“Yeah,” she said, “really good.”

“Really good?” he says, teasing, making a scene of it.

She laughs. “Yes, really good!”

“Yeah, when I hypnotize people, they’re like, ‘ohhhhh, it feels so good…’” He moans openly and the crowd welcomes the bawdy tone, laughing and encouraging.

I watch in horror as he imitates her face, eyes swirling with that smile, and then distorts it, makes it almost cartoonish as he smiles wider, rolls his eyes up, opens his mouth, lets his tongue loll…

He goes through a few more expressions, all pornographic depictions of someone in deep trance, and I feel myself yearning for it, as though he’s showing me what I might look like, how good I would feel if I just gave in.

The crowd is howling.

I am shrinking into myself in a corner. My pussy is throbbing, needing. I have never been this turned on in public before. I can’t move. I’m doubled over with how badly I want this.

He leaves the group for a moment and walks towards me, and I give a little whimper; in such a short time, my body and brain have strongly, deeply associated him as the object of all of my desires.

“Looks good, right? Don’t you want it?” His voice is dripping with victory, sexual and cold.

I can’t even breathe.

[mesmeress]

This is so good. It not only perfectly captures the intense, awkward, uncomfortable feeling of being a someone with a hypnosis kink, watching hypnosis in the company of people know don’t share or know about your kink. But it also pretty accurately describes something that I find intensely hot - namely watching someone witnessing someone else succumb to a hypnotist’s will, and knowing with a feeling of anxiety and excitement that they are next. It’s something I have talked about in a previous blog about my fantasy of having hypnotic fun with more than one woman at once.

[mesmeress]

No thoughts. Empty head. Just obey.

I’m seeing a lot of “No thoughts” memes on my various socials lately, and keep wondering how many of them are just following a trend, and how many of them are secretly wanting to have no thoughts because.... that can be arranged.

[mesmeress]

... Is this content?

[letsivanka-blog]

photo: @murhaaya

corset and gartelbelt: @riwaanerona 

[mesmeress]

Himbofication

I recently saw an interesting discussion on Fetlife asking what the female equivalent of ‘sissification’ is, and i have been thinking about it a lot since. One of the points put forward is that there’s no real equivalent to sissification for cis women, because the point of sissification is the humiliation of forcing exaggerated femininity onto men, and that doesn’t work in reverse. I don’t really agree with that. Firstly while humiliation is definitely part of it for many, I don’t think that is the point of it for everyone. Secondly, I do think that it is definitely possible for a feminine woman to feel humiliation from performing masculine traits and behaviours.

Another point made was that sissification for women is just.... sissification -   Exaggerating stereotypical feminine apprentice and behaviour, particularly submissiveness.  Or Bimbofication, which is similar but with the added intelligence lowering aspect. I buy this idea a lot more, since sissification is almost as far removed from most women, as it is from men, and if humiliation is your thing, it has that too.

But I wanted to think more about the idea behind this question. The key points of sissification seem to be:

Changing a person’s appearance

Changing their behaviour

Gender bending

Training

Submission

Humiliation (For some)

Now personally, I don’t find sissification appealing at all, but if I look at the above - that’s a pretty good list of my kinks. From the dominant perspective of course. I’d be doing the training. So the idea would be training a cis woman to change her behaviour and appearance to be more masculine, performed for someone else's (my) enjoyment, and in a way that could potentially be embarrassing for her. Obviously I’m going to focus on the hypnosis and behavioural training aspect of this, because that’s what I'm into. But it could be done with roleplay if you wanted.

Potential traits and behaviours to encourage:

Manspreading - Training her to unconsciously sit with her legs spread apart. Taking up room.

Unconsciously sitting with a hand down her pants.

Deepening voice

Wearing men’s cologne

Higher sex drive* - Increased horniness, difficulty controlling it, lower inhibitions about expressing it, perhaps in inappropriate ways.

Burping - Everyone burps, but now you find it harder to hold them in.

Intelligence lowering - because hey, why not?

*I’ve put an asterisk next to this one, because I don’t really subscribe to the idea that men have a higher sex drive than women. I think they just have different drives, and different ways of expressing (and often controlling) those drives. But this experiment is about exaggerating stereotypes.

None of this even takes into account appearance and clothing which is a whole other element to explore. Some of these behaviours could definitely be considered humiliating or embarrassing, especially if you catch yourself doing them unconsciously. But they don’t necessarily have to be humiliating, and you could just get off on it from a gender bending level (either as the trainer, or the trainee). I personally find the idea of behaviour modification and/or gender bending a woman with hypnosis very hot. I also find the potential of her letting out a huge burp, realising she’s slouched in front of the TV, legs spread, hand down her pants, staring at the tits of the woman in the film, and then feeling embarrassed about it and knowing she’s been trained to do it, fucking *chef’s kiss*

And then later maybe she’ll fuck me with a strapon, and I'm all about that. Hey, just because I’m a domme, doesn’t mean getting fucked hard doesn’t feel good.

[mesmeress]

Ragamuffin. I mean... how many hypnofetishists are going to be using that word as a trigger now?

[mesmeress]

My ultimate fantasy involving hypnosis.

In the recent Q/a I did, I gave a brief answer about my ultimate hypnosis fantasy.  The biggest fantasy for me is having 2 or more willing, hypnotized and controlled women to play with. I know right? 1 would be a start! But the question was my ultimate fantasy, so why not aim for the stars?

One of my favourite things is watching one woman react to the sight of another woman hypnotized and triggered before her eyes. The look of shock, amazement, and slight fear on her face as she sees the woman beside her a woman she perhaps knows well, suddenly go from awake and alert to limp, deep and tranced in the snap of a finger. Seeing her friend stood, eyes open but blank and vacant. Disbeleif at first, then beleiving it is real, and then the realisation that she is next. The feeling of nervousness but also excitement that the next word out of my mouth can do the same thing to her. That look, that feeling, is like crack to me.

I like the idea of having one of them wear a strap on, and have the other give her a blow job. They both know that it’s a strapon, but the one wearing it feels it as though it we real, and her pleasure drives the other woman on. All of this leads to having them both wear strapons and 69 each other. As I mentioned in one of the other questions, transfering a woman’s pleasure to an object separate from her body is something i’m quite into. I also have a thing for strapons. So combining all of these things is one of my biggest fantasies.

I love the idea of turning partial control of one deep, mindless, obedient girl over to another and watching what she does with it. Does she just have fun messing with her, playing tricks, putting her in silly poses? Or does she strip her naked, explore every inch of her body from head to toe... putting her tongue in her ear, her fingers in her mouth, before pushing the woman’s face towards her pussy and telling her to lick. Maybe she starts out with the first, but having that kind of control over another turns her on and it turns into the second thing. Maybe she does something I haven’t even thought of. That would be great actually.  As long as I get to watch I’m happy.

One perhaps funny fantasy is having a 3rd hypnotized woman to play with, but leaving her standing as a mannequin at the side of the room the entire time. Myself and the other 2 women are having a great time, trancing, playing, fucking, and the 3rd is just stood there, naked, arms bent at the elbows pointing forward, face with a blank slack-jawed expression, or maybe with her head slumped forward, deep and traced. Me and my 2 play things will have fun for a couple of hours. Sometimes they’re in trance, sometimes they aren’t. All the while out of the corner of my eye I can see the 3rd girl stood there, blank, sleepy, motionless (I suspect this would require some occasional reinforcement and deepening, which may spoil the flow a little, but this is a fantasy after all!) Maybe one of the girls will look over in her direction and laugh. Our clothing gradually discarded and tossed over her like a coat rack.

Later, after the 3 of us are done having our fun,  she is woken up. She remembers being hypnotized, and is aware that time has passed, but she is unaware of eveything that has happened. At this point the other 2 are out of trance and watching her confusion as she wakes up with a someones knickers draped over her face, a bra hanging from one of her arms, a t-shirt across her shoulder, etc. A few laughs are shared by all, including our mannequin friend.

That night, as she climbs into bed, she is triggered to rememeber everything that happened. It replays everything back to her in her mind, or at least the highlights, and she can’t help but finger herself to sleep. Maybe next time she gets to be one of the women who is awake for most of it. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she likes it that way.

Some of these fantasies are perhaps a bit cliched. They’re definrtely unrealistic. I don’t for a million years expect i’ll ever get close to this. But when I sat down to write what I really wanted, what my hypno bucket list contained, these were the things that came to mind. But for now, just finding one woman who share’s my kink, and wants to explore it with me - that’s the goal.

[mesmeress]

I actually don’t know how to go about havibng people ask me those questions. I’m very bad at Tumblr. Maybe i’ll just write a post for another time

[mesmeress]

Well...

... bye then I guess.

[mesmeress]

Stupid, stupid app.

Rebecca had been checking her phone over and over all day - not just in the habitual way she usually does - Today she was waiting for something in particular.

“Oh yes! Mistress has posted a new video! I still don’t really know how this snapchat thng works, but Mistress recommended I sign up to her premium snapchat and I just couldn’t say no…

Wait, oops that’s the front facing cam… oh, no it isn’t… What the fuck?! That’s me! This video is me! How… what…? That’s me… in this room. I don’t recognise that outfit…

Is this… Is she… am I… trying to hypnotize me? I better turn up the volume… This isn’t going to work, I don’t even know… wow my eyes look amazing. How did I, she, whoever, get them to look that perfect?! I look like an instagram model… So pretty… so… soo… “

The next thing Rebecca knew she was upstairs, laying on her bed naked, on top of her sweat soaked bed sheets.

“What… whats going on?… Oh fuck, did it work?… I can’t beleive that worked!

What happened? What did she… I… this is confusing… what did she make me do?!”

Looking around the room, Rebecca could see various scattered items of lingerie. some of which she didn’t recognise, sevaral sex toys, a ball gag hanging from the bed post.

“Wow this place is a mess. Whatever happened, it looks like someone had fun. Did I really wear this ball ga- ewww… yep, yep… That’s covered in drool.

Wait. What time is it?… Fuck, it’s been 3 hours?!

Rebecca had lost a few hours while engrossed in her phone before, but usually from playing candy crush or some other flavour of the month game, never from anything like this.

It was while checking the time on her phone she noticed another snapchat notification. She was reluctant to open it after what had happened last time, but maybe it would answer some of her questions.

“Ok… Let’s see what this is. I’m going to watch it on mute, she’s not getting me again… although who knows what kind of triggers she’s given me, she might not even need sound to get me this time. Oh no, it’s me again… what the…”

This time, the version of herself that was messaging her was a little more recent and easy to recognise. It was her, sometime in the last 3 hours, naked, sweaty, hair in a mess, and drool all down her chin and neck. And there was something else too - written in lipsick, and just barely eligablble due to sweat, drool, and presumably having been writen backwards in a mirror - the word “dumb” written across her forehead. Except actually it said “bumb” because the d was backwards. Rebecca was mortified, but also couldn’t help splutter out a brief laugh before she caught herself. She then realised what she was looking at and rushed to the mirror. Sure enough, there it was, “bumb”, right on her face there was also still some drool hanging onto her chin. Rebecca was so embarassed. There was nobody else around, but it didn’t matter. It was then she realised she hadn’t really been paying attention to what she was saying to herself in the video. She went back and rewatched it.

“Hey there sleepy head. Did you have a good time? I did, and Mistress *definitely* will when she see this. What do you think? did I do well, for my first time as a hypnotist? You know what they say… “All hypnosis is self hypnosis!”. Ha! Speaking of… SLAP!”

Rebecca’s hand immediatey and quickly shot up and slapped herself around the face. It hurt. It hurt in a way that suggested that was not the first time she’d done that today.

“Haha! Sorry, I couldn’t resist one last one. Love ya, Dumby” Video Rebecca said, before blowing herself a kiss, which present rebecca found strangly hot. “Oh and Bee Tee Double-You… check your stories.”

Rebecca was confused - “Stories… what does that mean?… oh.. Oh no..”

She scrambled trying to navigate her way through this app that she barely knew how to use, until she found her stories. It was sort of a partial account of what had happened while she was in trance.

A couple of out of focus selfies of her tranced out face.

A clip of herself modelling some of the lingerie.

A video of herself using the selfie camera to write “bumb” on her forehead using her favourite, and kind of expensive, lipstick.

 A mirror-selfie of herself standing wearing a strapon (She couldn’t even see where that was in the mess of her room)

A video of herself deepthroating her purple dildo

Some more selfies of her blank, glassy eyed, open mouthed face, drooling.

 A photo of herself wearing the gag, with drool pouring down onto her naked chest.

A video of herself with a dog filter, panting, still with drool running down her chin.

There were so many things. Rebecca was so confused, and there was so much to take in. So many questions.

“Was the initial video of her… me … gah! hypnotizing myself, responsible for all of this? It couldn’t have lasted for 3 hours. Were there follow up videos? Were they all me, or did Mistress take over? Did she video call me? My laptop is on my desk, maybe she used that?… Oh god… how many people have seen my story?! How do I delete it?!… god this app is so stupid!”

[mesmeress]

I’m reblogging this, incase people missed it. I’m quite happy with how this came out, considering I wrote it in a couple of hours after having some inspiration. If you liked this story and would like more, let me know.