The lights in the livingroom were turned down low as they watched tv. Raf lounged in his recliner with one leg over the armrest and the other folded under him. His vibrant green tattoos contrasted with the black silk robe and black briefs he wore. Josie lay on the couch in her soft purple onesie, clenching a videogame-inspired stuffie against her chest.
The animated show on the tv was violent and gory interspersed with vulgar humour that made them both chuckle on cue. When the scene turned suspenseful and the villain mind-controlled someone with shimmering magic in their eyes, Josie gripped her stuffie a little tighter and whimpered. Raf glanced at her but said nothing, keeping his eyes on the screen showing the character tremble as they fruitlessly struggled to fight off the magical power invading their mind. Quietly, Raf made mental notes of all the details that might have caused his Princess to whimper.
Josie made no attempt to hide her feelings as the scene unfolded on the tv, she gasped and let her mouth fall open when the screen focused on the villain's mesmerising eyes. She blushed at the convincing job the voice actors did to convey the mind-controlled character's helplessness and the villain's dominating presence, and at the compelling art that set the scene. When the scene concluded and the hapless victim crumpled to the floor at the villain's feet, Josie moaned.
"That's hawt…" she muttered as she sat up and zipped her onesie open, revealing her cleavage as she fanned herself.
"Mmm hmm…" Raf shrugged noncommittally as he kept his eyes on the tv, where the action continued with the heroes swooping in to rescue the mind-controlled person from the villain's clutches.
Josie shifted on the couch, turning towards her husband as she batted her eyes at him. "Dragon… Is there anything else you'd like to do tonight?"
He paused the show and shifted, putting his feet down on the floor. "Did you have something in mind, Princess?"
"Oh, I don't know…" She turned to the paused screen as she ran her hands through her hair. She hesitated for a second and then reached for the remote. "Can I just rewind and see it again?"
He snatched the remote up before she could touch it and then leaned back as he played with it in his huge hands. "See what again?"
She wiggled and whined, flailing her hands at the screen.
"Use your words, Princess." Raf grinned wickedly. "I don't understand what you're going on about."
First, she let out an exasperated sigh, then she threw her hands up in the air. In a high-pitched, fevered tone she started to rant. "Rafael Dragonskin, you motherfucker, you know how much mind control turns me on, and you know you've conditioned me so that whenever I'm horny, I get a little trancy and a lotta submissive, and that fucks with my ability to express what I want. Also, that scene must have turned you on as well, I know where your dirty mind goes and it's usually right fucking there, that's exactly where you want me, that hot shit is exactly what we like to do, so don't you pretend you need me to spell it out, because…"
"Princess." His deep voice cut her off in a commanding tone as he rose from his seat. "Come here."
She gasped and her eyes grew wide. Her breath quickened as she stood and walked meekly to the spot his hand indicated, where it immediately grabbed her shoulder, pushing her to turn her back to him.
She shuddered as she stood there, waiting for him. The rush of anticipation mixed with the fear of knowing she was in trouble. At least she was relieved from any eye-contact for now, that made things easier. The bashfulness and the shame about her mind control kink always made her bratty; sass was so much easier than being honest about her feelings.
"Oh, Princess…" His voice was rich and low, giving her goosebumps as she felt his breath on the side of her neck. "I know that scene gave you all the feels. I know that you imagined yourself in their place. Caught. Defenceless. Vulnerable and exposed." His hand moved to the nape of her neck and then crawled up into her hair to make a fist and control her head.
As he forcibly tilted her head to expose her neck, she couldn't suppress a high-pitched moan. The delicious feeling of pressure as he grasped her hair tightly made her eyes roll up into her head. Everything went quiet; the urge to flail and struggle against the shame fell away, causing her arms to go limp and making her knees weak.
With a hungry growl, he reached over with his other hand and yanked the zipper of her onesie all the way down. Held by the hair, her back was arched and the garment slipped off her shoulders to rest on her hips and around her wrists. He growled again as his free hand groped her now naked tits, carelessly caressing the nipples with his knuckles.
A long drawn-out, wordless moan escaped her lips as she trembled under his touch. The still powerlessness of this moment made her slip into a trance in and of itself. There was nothing left for her to do, nothing she needed to think about. Nothing but surrender.
"Listen carefully, Princess. I know you can't take much more than this." His deep voice caressed her skin and crept up into her head. "Soon, you will pass out. And when you wake again, you'll be utterly mind-controlled, completely enthralled. I wonder what that would feel like. Will you be fascinated by my commanding voice? Will you be captivated by my alluring eyes? Will you be docile and submissive, or will you feel alarmed by your inability to resist me? I'm curious to find out. But first…"
His grip on her hair relaxed somewhat as he spoke, but now he gripped more firmly, exposing her neck once again so he could lean in for a hungry kiss. She gasped and melted in his arms, her knees turning to goo. He leaned forward and released her hair in order to gently let her sink down to the floor where she lay in a zonked heap.
Raf paused for a second, taking a deep breath. His erection twitched in his briefs as he looked at her unconscious body on the floor. He straightened his robe and then sat back down in his seat. After a good ten seconds of just letting her lie there, he said: "Rise, Princess. Stand up."
He said 'rise', she realised as her legs shifted and she moved to sit with her hands on the floor. Her hands slipped out of the sleeves of the onesie, it became a loose-fitting, awkward pair of pants. He said 'stand up' not 'wake up', and she could feel that in her bones as they moved. She could feel it in her foggy head and in her dazed eyes as she opened them. She was not awake, no, this trance was something else…
She stood up and her glassy, unfocused eyes immediately found him, like there was a spotlight on his face. She noticed her breathing, faster than usual because of the arousal surging through her veins, but nothing else was going on. She stood and she waited for the next command, her mind blank, her body still except for the goosebumps on the naked skin of her chest. The serenity of being this submissive and controlled was unlike anything else she had felt before. Serene and so very aroused…
"Look at me." He commanded as he rose from his seat and stood in front of her.
Her eyes immediately and helplessly focused on his face, but no other part of her moved. She felt suspended in time and space, with this heat raging in her crotch.
"Let me tell you how this works, Princess." His rough hand reached out to tenderly caress her cheek and jaw. "The best conditioning works because there's a reward. Every time you obey me, you're rewarded with more of these delicious mind controlled feelings. Every time your body does exactly what I say, every time you think what you're commanded to think, you'll sink deeper into this mind-controlled state."
He grasped her wrists, one by one, and posed her arms stretched out in front of her, mumbling: "There. That's right. Deeper."
As she stood there, like a zombie, it was as if her brain injected a rush of happy, horny hormones into her bloodstream. Over the years of doing hypnokink, that word 'deeper' had become a trigger that took whatever feelings she experienced in that moment and then amplified them, like an immediate second dose on top of the first one.
Raf nodded with approbation at the way her eyes crossed involuntarily and the way her body trembled with each breath. "Every time you obey me. Close your eyes."
Darkness engulfed her with another rush of exquisite pleasure and her mouth fell open as she moaned helplessly.
He gently pushed her arms down, one by one, waiting for her little shudder of pleasure to subside after each one, and then he touched her chin, moving her face to look up at him. "Take a deep breath and open your eyes, Princess. And then wake up all the way awake."
There was a sense of vertigo as she opened her eyes, as she saw his excited grin and realised what was going on. Then, the rush of submissive pleasure hit her like a weighted blanket being draped over her, and her eyes rolled up into her skill with another uncontrolled moan. All the way back down into trance, and then even deeper than before.
"Very good, Princess. Now come with me." He steadied her with a hand on her back as she swayed on her feet, and then guided her back to the couch where she sat down beside her with his arm around her shoulders. "Now do it again. Take a deep breath and open your eyes, waking all the way up for just a moment."
She didn't quite remember how she got to the couch. She looked at him, feeling woozy and confused, and then she felt the world fall away again as she sank down deeper into that submissive, mind-controlled trance.
"Good. So obedient." His deep voice was raw with passion as he quietly hugged her on the couch. "Now I want you to touch yourself. Your hand knows exactly how to do that and I bet your cunt is dripping wet. So obey me. Rub your clit until I tell you to stop."
Deep in her submissive bliss, she wasn't quite aware of her hands crawling into her onesie to start drawing little circles around her clit, so the roiling pleasure snuck up on her and she let out a deep, guttural moan.
"Now I want to see you do it again." His hot whisper made goosebumps run from the side of her neck all the way down her arm. "Take a deep breath and open your eyes, waking up all the way."
The realisation of what was happening came to her with a sharp intake of breath, seeing the thirsty look in his eyes, and noticing her hand between her legs, uncontrollably pleasuring herself. And then came that drop into deep surrender, her eyes rolling up as she groaned with raw need.
"I wonder how many times we can do this, Princess, before one of us can't stand it anymore." He whispered. "I can't wait to find out."
If you haven’t read my tumblr before you may not be aware that I have a thing for cute, shy, subby, geeky boys.
Smart subby boys are definitely my cup of tea, especially if they are cute and this boy is cute.
We met Thursday evening at NEEHU 2022, in the coloring room, and I spent the next few days doing a less than subtle chase of him.
We board gamed Friday and Saturday nights until 3am, since we both quite enjoyed each other’s company.
I hypnotized him briefly after Friday’s Speed Trance.
Finally, Saturday, around 3am, as we were about to head to bed, I asked him if he wanted to have a session. To my absolute pleasure, he said Yes! We scheduled for Sunday and both headed to sleep.
When I got to his room Sunday, we negotiated for 45 minutes. He’s new to the hypnosis community and I wanted to make sure everything was 100% informed consent.
After our negotiation was finished, we only had 25 minutes for an actual session but I was quite okay with this. I enjoy negotiating, and teaching.
I began with a “Yes Set Induction”, which is my favorite and enjoyed watching him go under.
Once he was in trance, I walked behind him in his chair and began to pet and stroke his hair. He seemed to enjoy that and I petted him a bit more before I began on that submission.
“You know there’s a spot in your mind where submission is located, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I admit, he has a delightful trancy voice.
“Please locate that place in your mind where submission is located and let me know when you’ve found it with a ‘yes’.”
Barely a pause before “yes”.
I moved my hands slowly through his hair. “I’d like you to allow that submission to spread through your mind. Spreading that submission more and more through your mind.”
I continued to pet his head until he made a sound that might have been a moan.
“Nice and submissive for me.” I stopped petting his head and leaned down next to his ear. “Good boy.”
He made a brief “mmm” at that before I stood up, continuing our plans.
“I wonder if you like… pleasure. I bet you do. You like… pleasure, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I kept my hands off his head, even though I wanted to pet him more and kept them instead lightly on his shoulders.
“I’d like your mind to think of how it responds to pleasure.”
“Yes.”
I continued for a few more minutes, ramping up the idea of pleasure.
“Now, you mentioned that you enjoy snaps, I bet your mind would also enjoy connecting my snaps to that… pleasure, won’t it?”
“Yes.”
“That mind, connecting my snaps to…” I snapped as I said “pleasure”. And this time he gave a definite moan.
“Good boy.”
I snapped for a few more moments before, aware we were running out of time, I walked in front of him, took his hands in mine, and helped him stand up.
He followed me to the comfy chair in the corner of the room and, per our negotiations, I had him kneel.
I sat in the comfy chair and began to say a few words when he said “Silver”, his physical comfort safeword.
I gently had him ease into a cross legged position instead, thanking him and praising him for using his safeword. I petted his head as he shifted.
While he was sitting cross legged in front of me, I gave him a Freeze Trigger. He responded beautifully. And it was quite fun to pose him.
I went behind him and, again, began to pet and stroke his hair, talking about submission and obedience, obedience and submission.
I sat down in the comfy chair again. “In a moment, I’m going to count you all the way back up, and when I do, you’ll find that when I count down again, you’ll drop right back down here, you can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Very good. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. All the way up.”
He came up and smiled at me. I returned the smile and snapped, making his expression into one of pleasure as he briefly moaned.
Note, the audiophile in me was extremely pleased by him. He made a lot of wonderful sounds for me.
Continuing on. I snapped a few times for him, before asking him to drink some water, handing him the plastic cup he’d filled before the session.
Once he’d drunk what he wanted, I took the cup and counted back down, and down he went.
I checked the time then counted down a few more times before standing and helping him stand. I walked behind him and rubbed my hand along his back, trying to figure out how to get his shirt off.
I’m not short, at 5’7” but he’s over 6 feet, and it took a bit of careful movement of his body but I finally managed to get his shirt off.
His nipples pleasantly surprised me, not being flat. I reached up and rubbed one gently, checking in.
“How does this feel?”
He was still in trance but he replied slowly. “Better than neutral.”
That was good, during our negotiations he mentioned he hadn’t done much nipple play before, and had consented to me playing with them.
I reached out to that same nipple with my left hand, and this time as I rubbed it, I snapped. That definitely elicited a response.
Grinning, I moved my hand to his other nipple and rubbed that one, also snapping. Again, his response was delightful.
I continued, back and forth rubbing and tweaking his nipples, and snapping. His reactions were getting more intense as I continued.
Using the Freeze Trigger, I guided his own hands to play with his nipples, controlling both his arms and hands to bring him pleasure.
The mind is a wonderful thing and a few times his mind lost track of which hand was rubbing a nipple and it would either drift away or stop rubbing.
It made me laugh as I caught that hand misbehaving and gently reminded him of what it was supposed to be doing. It would immediately obey until the next time his mind was distracted.
As much as I was enjoying this, I checked the time again and noted we only had a few minutes left.
I canceled both the freeze trigger and the snaps trigger (he made a noise of complaint at canceling that one) and brought him all the way up.
We talked about the session for a few minutes, drinking our respective waters before moving to his bed to cuddle.
I lay down and had him lay on me, head on my breast as I cuddled him. We talked some more and snuggled for aftercare. He’s a good snuggler.
All too soon the time came for me to go. I hesitated and then asked if he wanted to have another session after dinner. I was hopeful and he said yes!
I went to dinner with my friends and it was rather good! Boyfriend Caleb and I spent some alone time together before he was off to sleep and it was time for me to go back to Caleb’s room.
I knocked and was surprised to see he had on a different shirt, a D&D shirt. I liked it and complimented it and he smiled.
We sat back down and chatted for a few minutes before diving back into negotiations. They were quite a bit shorter this time, since we had done 45 minutes only a few hours earlier and we both agreed those negotiations were still good.
We clarified a few things, like his consent for kissing, and then we began again.
After making sure he had two more cups of water, I had him pull the rolling chair closer to the comfy chair I was sitting in. I had him close his eyes and remember the previous trance we had done a few hours ago.
As he dropped, I could hear it in his voice, he said “Dirty tricks. I like it.” a reference to a class he had went to on Friday and down he went. I counted down a few times, then lifted one of his arms up.
“This arm staying stiff in the air, staying here until I tap the back of your wrist.” I let go of his arm and it stayed stiff in the air, outstretched. “When I tap the back of your wrist, that arm will drop into your lap and you’ll drop down even deeper.”
I waited a few moments before gently tapping the back of his wrist. Obediently his arm dropped into his lap.
I repeated this for his other arm. And then again with both arms. He was well and truly under.
I stood, walked behind him, and began to repeat what I had done a few hours earlier, spreading submission through his mind.
I alternated between my hands in his hair, and my mouth on his neck. He made wonderful sounds as I kissed and nibbled his neck. I probably spent slightly too long on his neck, but we both enjoyed it.
I reinstalled the snap trigger and played with that, as well as his neck. Mmmmmmm. Wonderful reactions.
I then turned his chair around and pushed it back until it was almost against the comfy chair. I sat and played with his hair and submission a bit more before standing and carefully taking off his shirt. And began to run my hands across his shoulders and down his chest.
As per our negotiations, a few mins after his shirt came off, he pointed at the heater, letting me know he needed heat. I obliged, turned on the heater, and continued playing with him.
I alternated between my hands petting his body and snapping, enjoying all of his reactions.
At one point he began to shudder and I brought him up. And turned the chair back around so I could see his face and body.
His legs were practically vibrating they were shuddering so much.
I checked in, placing my hand on his knee, enjoying the feel of the almost-vibration.
“I’m good. This is just jitters. It’s normal. I’m sorry.” He looked genuinely apologetic.
“Please don’t apologize. I’m a reaction junky as you’ve probably noticed and I’m loving this reaction.” I gently pet his jittering thigh.
We chatted for a bit more, before I started teasing him with snaps.
I had paused and chatted with him a few times during this four hour session. With him being new I wanted to make sure that he remained okay with where everything was going.
Eventually I calmed down my snaps to ask “How are your nipples feeling?” I was curious if they were still affected by our earlier play.
He automatically raised his hands and began to lightly rub them in circles and gave quite the moan, causing me to grin.
He smiled and continued rubbing, and I remained quiet, watching and enjoying.
“Oh. Uh. Is this supposed to drop me?” He lowered his hands from his nipples and gave his head the tiniest bit of a shake.
“It can if you want it to. Do you want it to?” I asked.
“I’m curious if it will work.” He went to raise his hands back up to his nipples.
“One sec.” He lowered his hands at my words as I turned to the side table next to the comfy chair and handed him the plastic cup of water waiting there. While he downed half the cup, I drank some of my own water.
He handed me the half empty cup of water back and, as I put it back on the side table, he once again lifted his hands to his nipples.
I smiled at him. “Go ahead. I’ll remain quiet.”
As I watched, he slowly rubbed his nipples in circles. At first he bit his lip, but then his face grew more and more slack until he was under, his hands moving slowly on his nipples. (Later he told me this was his favorite part.)
“Can you count down, please?” His voice already sounded trancy but I was happy to oblige.
I counted him down, five to one, twice.
Once I was sure he was nice and deep, I gently reached forward and lowered his hands, and turned the chair he was sitting in back around and began to double down on his submission and obedience, playing with his hair and his neck.
I also began to add in pleasure, snapping and saying “pleasure” and hypnotically intensifying his reactions. That lasted at least 15 minutes before I sat back in the comfy chair and turned him back around so he was facing me again.
I reached forward and began to stroke his inner thighs. He didn’t moan as much as he had from my nibbling on his neck, but it was still quite enjoyable.
I grinned as I had a silly idea. I love silly ideas almost as much as I love subby moans.
I moved my hands from his thighs and sat back in my comfy chair. “In a moment, I’m going to count from one to three. When I do you’ll be halfway up. Just as suggestible as you are now, just as hypnotized as you are now, but your mind feeling as if it’s all the way awake. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
He nodded. “Yes, Sweet.”
The grin that caused was evident in my voice as I slowly counted “1. 2. 3.”
His eyes blinked open and he blushed so prettily, biting his bottom lip.
I handed him his half empty glass of water and he drank it while I drank my own.
He handed me the empty cup and I set it back down.
“Now, I like…” I snapped, making him moan “teasing you. I like giving you…” with my left hand I stroked his inner thigh while I snapped with my right “pleasure. Pleasure is good for the mind. Distracting. Pleasurable.” Again, I snapped and his moans were slightly louder.
“You get very sing-songy when you trance.” He remarked. Its a comment I receive often.
I grinned at that and randomly sang “Now, I know my snap, snap, snaps, next time won’t you moan for me.” in the tone of the Alphabet Song.
“Oh! Idea!” I know my eyes lit up at this. “When I say ‘now’ you are going to sing the ABC’s nice and slow for me. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
He again bit his bottom lip but only for a moment before nodding.
“Good boy.” I reached forward and rubbed one of his nipples gently.
“Now.”
And he slowly sang the ABCs while I snapped my fingers, played with his nipples and rubbed his inner thighs.
With my assistance, he stuttered, gasped, and moaned through the Alphabet.
I have never been aroused by the ABCs before, but there’s a first time for everything.
I teased him for a few more minutes and then counted one to five, bringing him all the way awake for another check-in. He was still good to go.
I began doing another “Yes Set” and he dropped quite deeply. I gave him the suggestion that if he ever needed to say “no” he could raise and lower his right hand.
Then I began stroking him on his neck. At one point, I raised his hand and began stroking my own neck with it. When I let go, he started to reach out himself to stroke my neck, something I was very okay with.
Later, in aftercare, he told me it was because he wanted to do something to please me and he knew, by my reactions, that stroking my neck would do it.
I simply enjoyed him for a few more minutes before bringing him up for a check in, water, and then moving to the bed for the second part of our negotiated session.
The sexual part of our play.
We both lay on his bed, I remained dressed but he was still wearing only his pants. We chatted for a few moments, flirting and teasing before he sat up and said he had to pee.
I fully expected to wait but he invited me to watch, reminding me we had negotiated Omorashi, and my watching him pee. (I had explained Omorashi the previous night to him and he had an interest in trying it.)
I walked with him into the bathroom and saw his penis for the first time as he pulled down the front of his pants.
He was pee shy for a minute or so before the stream started. We both commented that his pee was quite clear from all the water I’d been having him drink.
He was watching me as I was watching him and I was probably grinning since I remember enjoying it quite a bit.
While he was washing his hands, I gathered both of his empty cups and brought them into the bathroom.
He looked over at me, and smiled. “I thought those would be making an appearance again.” And he obediently took them and filled them both up.
We returned to the bedroom and he set both waters by his side of the bed.
After, laying down, we briefly discussed our negotiations again and we were still good to go.
I know I’ve mentioned negotiations quite a bit, but it was important, especially when moving on to sexual stuff, that he was 100% okay with everything I was about to do with him.
That settled, I reached up and played with his nipples. I pulled and tweaked and rubbed and dropped him down.
“Every time I pull either of your nipples like this…” I gave one of his nipples a quick tug, causing a lovely little moan, “I’d like you to say ‘pleasure’ for me. Because you can do that for me, can’t you?”
His brows furrowed for a moment. “What?” The question came out slowly.
“Very good. Thank you for asking. Anytime I pull either of your nipples like this” again I gave the nipple another tug and waited for his moan to die down “I’d like you to say the word ‘pleasure’...” I paused “for me. Are you okay with this?”
His brow cleared and he nodded. I gave his other nipple a tug. His head went back as he said “pleasure” in a half moan.
“Very good.” And I counted him up.
I began to play and tug on his nipples, enjoying each and every “pleasure” that caused. I love trigger play. In fact, why not add a second trigger?
I dropped him again. There was a marked difference between how he dropped now and when I first dropped him Friday night after Speed Trance. Down he went, easy as could be.
“Arousal, arousal, arousal. And being called a ‘good boy’. These things go quite well together, don’t they?”
“Yes, Sweet.” He nodded.
“Good boy. And arousal. Good boy. And arousal. Good boy…” He moaned and his back arched ever so slightly. “Arousal. In fact whenever I call you a ‘good boy’ I’d like for you to feel all this arousal. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Yes, Sweet.” He nodded.
“And, when you feel this arousal, I’d like you to say ‘arousal’...” I paused to make sure there wasn’t confusion again, “to let me know you are feeling that arousal. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Yes, Sweet.”
“Very… good boy!”
I watched as his mouth opened and his hips shifted. It took barely a moment before he said “Arousal.”
“Very good!” I shifted my right arm so I was no longer leaning on it.
“Good boy!” snap
He responded as I hoped, lovely and intense as he said “arousal”.
I was quite pleased with him and began alternating between tugging his nipples and saying ‘good boy’.
“Arousal. Pleasure. Arousal. Pleasure. Arousal. Pleasure.” His responses alternated as well.
Eventually I paused long enough in my teasing to bring him all the way up.
After having him drink more water, I begin to bombard him with snaps, nipple tugs, and good boy’s.
Turns out he responds quite well to overstim.
At one point I began to suck the nipple closest to me. Unsatisfied with only being able to reach one of those delightful nipples, I wrapped my arm around him and rolled his body towards me so my mouth could suck on the other nipple.
Surprisingly he responded with “arousal” when I sucked on his nipples as well.
Eventually I decided to move on, though, giving one of his nipples a final suck.
“I’d like you to take those pants off for me now.” I smiled and he smiled back.
“Yes, Sweet.” He lifted up his hips and slid down his pants, leaving his underwear still on.
While he freed his feet from the legs of the pants, I admired the wet spot on his underwear.
“Do you tend to leak a lot?” Precum is one of my kinks and I’m sure I was grinning at him.
“Not really.” I might have made a disappointed “oh” at this.
Once his feet were free and his pants were on the floor, I gestured to his underwear. “Those off too, please.”
“Yes, Sweet.” And off they came. He was definitely leaking.
As per our consent, I didn’t touch his penis but that didn’t mean I couldn’t admire and appreciate it. I like penis.
“We negotiated you stroking and edging for me, didn’t we?”
“We did. Yes, Sweet.” He was blushing. “But before that, I have to pee again.”
“Okay, you can pee. I’ll be in in a sec.” I wanted to watch him walk to the bathroom. And I’m so glad I did.
He got up and began to walk away and I got my first look at his ass.
“Oh! Holy heck! That ass! Get back here!!!” I was a tad too loud in my absolute surprise of what an amazing ass he had.
He squeaked in surprise, and blushed. “What? Really?” And attempted to look behind himself.
“Yes, go use the bathroom. I’ll actually wait here.”
He was pretty quick and when he came back to the bed, I stopped him from laying down and made him turn around so I could get a nice, big, handful of his ass.
Absolutely perfect bubblebutt.
I had him lean over the bed and I fondled his ass for a few moments, commenting that it was too bad we hadn’t negotiated spanking. He wiggled his butt in my hand and then we crawled back on the bed to start the teasing portion of our session.
Not that I hadn’t been teasing him for the past three hours.
I began to lick his nipples and stroke his naked inner thighs, being careful to avoid his tender bits.
I also added snaps which caused him to leak, much to my enjoyment.
At one point I remember moving my face close to his penis and snapping and watching the pre leak out and down his shaft.
I moved away as that was quite tempting and began to use my mouth on his nipples and neck, alternating and enjoying all his moans.
When he next had to pause to use the restroom, I came with to enjoy the show, and his butt.
When we returned to the bed, we chatted for a bit and began to Dad Joke at each other for at least ten minutes.
This is not at all unusual for one of my sessions. I am of the belief that if my sexy fun time does not involve laughter, it’s bad sexy fun time.
A few more jokes back and forth and I was ready to begin his edging.
I dropped him, tapping him on the forehead and dragging my finger down his nose. He went down like a rock, fast and quick.
“In a moment, I’m going to have you stroke for me, and with every down stroke, I’d like you to say the word “Obedience”. Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, Sweet.”
“Very good. In fact” I snapped a lot and watched as he grew hard again.
“Now that you are nice and hard for me, I’d like you to stroke…” I paused as I remembered something important, leaned over him, snagged his lube off the nightstand, lifted his hand, and put the bottle into it.
“Please lube yourself up first.” His other hand lifted to open the bottle and obediently poured some lube on his still hard penis and his hand before capping the bottle and handing it back to me.
I set it on my nightstand. “Now, that you are ready, when you begin to stroke, with every down stroke I’d like you to say the word “Obedience”. Begin now.”
Obediently he stroked. “Obedience. Obedience. Obedience.”
I brought him halfway up as he stroked, each stroke up I said a number, each stroke down he said “Obedience”.
He blinked at me as he came up and said “obedience” as he continued to stroke.
I teased his nipples, enjoying all the “obedience”s in my ear.
After about five minutes he said “Yellow.” Which caused me a moment of concern before he added “I need to get my other lube if this is going to go longer.”
“It’s definitely going to go longer, go get your lube.” I sat up and enjoyed the sight of that delicious butt of his as he rooted in his suitcase.
As he did so, and walked back to the bed other lube in hand, we discussed changing the word to something shorter. We discarded several options before he suggested “I could say ‘Sweet’.”
“Oh! I like that. Yes! I like that!” I was excited. It hadn’t occurred to me that my name could be an option.
“I like it, too.”
“Okay, you are halfway up right now, which means you are halfway down which means you are still suggestible. So I can easily tell you that every time you stroke down you will now say my name… ‘Sweet’ with each down stroke. You understand, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sweet.”
“Very good boy.”
“Pleasure.” And he began to stroke.
“Sweet. Sweet. Sweet.”
I’ll freely admit, him saying my name all aroused and full of pleasure I found to extremely arousing.
I played with his nipples and snapped until he edged the first time. He didn’t stop stroking, he just kept going. I didn’t realize this was his first edge until after the scene was over and we were aftercaring.
Each of his edges flowed into the next edge, and it took me until the third or fourth one for me to realize that the way he was saying “Sweet” all frantic and fast, meant that he was edging.
Once I realized that, I began to up my game during his edges, focusing on his nipples, snapping, and saying “good boy” which interfered slightly with his frantic “Sweet”s, much to my amusement.
During our negotiation he had mentioned that he’d never really been into begging, but neither had anyone encouraged it. I’d offered to encourage it and he blushed and agreed.
Now, I told him that if he wanted to be allowed to cum, he would say “please”. He nodded and kept stroking.
I played with his nipples and I heard something that sounded like half squeak and half please. I wasn’t quite sure and so said “Cum for me?”
He didn’t cum and kept stroking so I figured I misheard him. The second time he said “please, please, please”. There was no mistaking this. I grabbed the towel we had prepared for this and laid it on his stomach.
“Yes! Cum for me. Cum for me, now!”
And he did.
I was lifting the edge of the towel up to catch his cum, when the first three volleys went over it in quick succession before the towel was in place.
The first volley went all the way to his temple and into his hair.
The next volley landed in his eye, which reflexively closed.
And the third volley landed on the crook of his shoulder and neck.
Then the towel was properly in place and caught the rest.
When he finished cumming we started laughing at the towel miscalculation and joking about it, his face and hair still covered in cum.
I had him close his eyes, and I canceled all suggestions and triggers. Again he made a sound of disappointment when I canceled the snap trigger.
His mind all cleaned up, he walked to the bathroom to clean up his body. I enjoyed the sight of his butt again.
After he crawled back into bed, we drank our respective waters, and I opened my arms for him to lay his head on my breast again.
We aftercared for about forty minutes, cuddling and chatting about not only the four hour session but also my slow and “subtle” chase of him the entire con.
Eventually, due to needing to check out at 11am, we said our good nights, and I headed to mine and Boyfriend Caleb’s room to get a much needed fucking before I passed out.
Zoe balanced the small glass bowl on her thigh with one hand as she stroked Tucker’s arm.
Eyes bright, if a bit hazy, he whimpered “please?”
“‘Please’ what, pet?” Zoe spoke softly as she shifted the bowl, causing the tiny candies to clink softly against the glass.
He gasped, as she knew he would, at the sound.
“Please. May I have. Another. One?” he gestured at the bowl in her lap with a shaking hand.
Zoe took her hand from his arm and pulled out a blue M&M. “You’ve already had eight. Do you think you can handle this ninth one?” She rolled it back and forth between her fingers.
She watched Tucker restrain himself, keeping himself from lunging at it. He lowered his shaking hand and nodded. “Yes. Yes. I can handle it.”
“You are already quite far gone.” She noted, the blue candy still rolling back and forth in her fingers.
“No. No, I’m not. Honest. I can handle-” He paused, his eyes focused on the blue M&M, and he inhaled and exhaled slowly, composing himself. “I can handle it. Please.”
“Let’s make a deal, shall we?” She didn’t wait for a response, simply lowered the blue M&M onto the bedspread between them. She then reached back into the bowl and pulled out a green one. And then a yellow one. She placed the second two a bit away from the first.
“If you can refrain, resist, from eating the blue one for a full minute. I’ll allow you to have all three of them. Three. If you can resist the blue one for just one minute. Understand?”
“Yes. Yes. I can resist. Thank you, Zoe.” His entire body shook, as if she was offering an addict a hit. Which just happened to be what she was doing.
“Good.” She lifted her free hand and stared at her watch, waiting a few seconds before saying. “Time starts now. You may eat the blue M&M.”
His body lunged for the blue M&M on the bedspread, pulling back just before he touched it. “Not yet. Not yet. Only a minute.” He whispered to himself. “Then three. One minute. Then three. Not one. Three.”
His body shook as he restrained himself, his arms wrapping around his body.
Slightly past 30 seconds, his resistance broke. He lunged for the blue M&M again, this time grabbing it and shoving it into his mouth.
Immediately his entire body relaxed, easing into relief and pleasure. His mouth worked the small blue morsel, as his eyes closed to focus on the taste.
All too soon the blue M&M was gone and his eyes snapped open, his hands already moving to where the green and yellow M&Ms had been waiting for him.
They were gone, Zoe having scooped them up while his eyes were closed.
“No. No. Zoe. I need them. Please.” His hands shook worse than before as he reached out to grasp her arm. “Please, Zoe.”
His tongue darted out, hoping, searching for something that wasn’t there.
“Zoe. Please? The green one? The yellow one? We made a deal.” He squeezed her arm imploring. “You promised.”
“We did make a deal.” Zoe opened her hand to show the green M&M sitting there, unblemished. “The deal was you resist for one minute. You only lasted 31 seconds.” At that she dropped the green, and then the yellow, M&Ms back into the bowl.
“No. Zoe. Zoe. Please. I’ll do anything. Please?” He moved from his cross legged position on the bed to a kneeling one. “Anything. You name it. I’ll do it. Please?”
He was begging her and she gave him a beatific smile. “We’ve reached the “anything” stage already, pet? After only nine? You said you wouldn’t reach this stage until fifteen at the minimum.”
“Only nine? Yes. It was nine. I could handle it. I told you I could handle it. Please? The green one?”
His hands were unable to approach the bowl any closer but his hands started to shake around her arm.
“Zoe. I need it. I need it.” He buried his face in the back of his hands which were still grasping her arm.
She steadied the bowl of M&Ms and made a small Mmmm of thinking.
“How about another deal, pet?” She offered, causing his head to lift from his hands.
“Yes. I can make another deal. Yes, please. Anything.”
“Good. Let go of my arm, pet.” With reluctance he did and she reached into her pocket and pulled out a soft, emerald blindfold.
“Place this over your eyes. And then place your hands over the blindfold.” She handed him the blindfold.
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation as he slipped the blindfold over his eyes with severely shaking hands.
“Now place your hands over your eyes.”
He obeyed and she began to lay out M&Ms in two neat rows onto the bedspread, talking all the while.
“I am laying out two rows of M&Ms. Starting with the bottom left, I want you to count each M&M with a slow ‘Number Mississippi.’ There will be a few green ones. After you count a green one, you may eat it. If you miscout or eat any other M&Ms, you will be caged for the rest of November. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes. Zoe. I understand. I do. I understand.” He knelt hunched over, his hands still covering his eyes..
“But. What would a deal be without a reward?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “If you get both the correct number as well as only eat the green ones. You also get to eat all of the yellow M&Ms in those two rows, without restriction. Do you understand?”
He shook his head and moaned in desperation. She explained the rules twice more before he understood them.
“Yes, Zoe. Thank you, Zoe.” By now, the bed they both were on practically vibrated beneath them with his shaking.
“Blindfold off now and count, pet.”
His hands haltingly lifted the blindfold and he stared down at the two rows. They were no longer perfect rows, due to his shaking, but were still quite distinct.
He lifted one hand and shakily pointed to the first one, a green one. “One. Mississippi.” His pointing hand snatched it up and shoved it unceremoniously into his mouth.
Again, all his shaking, all his needing, faded away. Peace and pleasure filling his mouth, relaxing his body and mind, as the green M&M slowly dissolved in his mouth.
The moment it was gone his eyes snapped back open, the shaking beginning, stronger than before.
He lifted his hand and barely got out “Two, Mississippi,” before grabbing the green M&M and making it disappear just as fast as the first.
The second M&M in his mouth, his feature calmed significantly. His face, his body, exuded peace and relaxation.
As she watched, he almost seemed to melt onto the bed, becoming languid, liquid.
All too soon the last of the M&M melted and was gone.
Mouth now empty, Tucker sat upright on the bed and grabbed for the two rows of M&Ms with both hands, getting at least three in each hand.
Before she could react, he’d dropped all four M&Ms in his left hand into his mouth.
The moans of pleasure rose up from him as he fell back into the bed, his legs unfolding and splaying carelessly.
He didn’t seem to pay any mind as she stood, placed the bowl of M&Ms down on the table and replaced it with the mostly full ice bucket.
His entire body went limp as he focused on the taste.
He even failed to, or chose not to, notice the ice she was applying to his penis, causing it to go as limp as the rest of his body.
His right hand slowly raised up and dropped the three M&Ms one by one into his mouth, showing no other reaction as she dried his limp penis off, lubed it up and securely caged it.
She slid the key to the cage onto a small chain and clasped it around her neck.
She then sat next to him and waited.
Soon enough the last of the pilfered M&Ms dissolved and, now, after eighteen M&Ms, he was beyond desperate.
His voice could barely speak as he crawled over to her on his hands and knees, desperately searching for M&Ms she no longer had.
She let him mewl at her incoherently for a few minutes before bringing her hand up.
With a crisp snap she said “Cancel. Cancel that addiction. Letting that addiction lessen and lighten. Letting that addiction fade. Canceling that addiction from your mind.”
She continued this vein for another minute before, still laying in her lap, Tucker took a deep breath in, a sign she recognized.
She let her words fall away as he released his breath. “Canceled.”
He buried his head in her lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“It’s okay, pet. Take your time.” Zoe placed her hand on his head and pet him until, eventually, he let go and slowly moved to sit up.
He glanced at her and then looked down, blushing.
She remained quiet but lifted one of his hands and began to idly stroke the back of it with her fingertips.
“I want to… to… find better words than ‘that was hot’.” He finally said, watching her pet his hand in random patterns.
“It was just M&Ms. But you made them… you made me need them more than I need water. Oh. Water. I need-“
Before he could say more, his water bottle was offered and he took it with his free hand, downing several mouthfuls before handing it back.
“With the first one. Yeah. Sure. I wanted another M&M. But then I got it. And that want doubled. And then that doubled. And then that doubled. Until the only thing I knew was that to live, I needed another M&M.”
He gave himself a deliberate, all-over shake, almost pulling his hand from her grasp.
“By the end of it, I don’t even think I could speak. That was one of the most intense things I’ve ever experienced.”
He glanced back up at her and blushed again. “I hope you enjoyed it, too.”
“Oh, I did, pet! Especially,” she released his hand, reached forward, and tapped the cage. “Best part.”
Tucker looked down and his eyes went wide at the sight of his new cage. “When? How? I don’t even remember.”
He blushed again. “I don’t even remember you caging me. Oh, oh. That’s incredibly hot.”
“Do you at least remember our deal? The second one?” She reached forward to tap on his cage again.
He slowly nodded. “If I ate any M&Ms but the green ones... Wait. Until the end of the month? It’s only the third.”
His voice took on a tone of complaint, which Zoe knew to be pure affectation.
“Yes. A deal is a deal. And you love it. Come here.” She tugged on his shoulder until he scooted into her lap more.
“There. Now, want an M&M?” She asked, lifting up and offering the entire glass bowl to him. “I hear you can’t have just one.”
Aiden sunk his hands in the hot soapy water and let out a small moan.
“Very good, Aiden. Wash your first dish. See how much more pleasure it’ll give you.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The brunet nodded, his short curls bouncing slightly.
He lifted a plate, took the sponge, and washed it throughly, small short moans dripping from his lips.
A quick rinse, and he put the plate on the drying towel next to the sink.
“Done, Mistress.”
The moment the words passed his lips his free hand gripped the edge of the counter as his moans intensified.
About 10 seconds later his moans died down and he sunk his hands back in the hot soapy water.
Mistress Nicole could see his hard cock lifting the fabric of his lavender apron, the only item of clothing he wore.
As he washed the next plate, she imagined she could see it swell with pleasure.
Plate clean there was another quick rinse, then onto the drying towel, leaning against the first.
“Done, Mistress.”
Again, at his words, another 10 seconds of intensified moaning before he calmed and reached for another plate.
Each plate, each cup, each knife, fork, spoon cleaned, rinsed, placed on the towel with a “Done, Mistress” resulted in same 10 seconds of increased pleasure.
About half way done, he attempted to set down a mug and found there was no room left on the towel.
“There’s no room on the towel, Mistress.” He held the mug uncertainly.
“Use the clean towel hanging near the sink to dry and put the ones you’ve finished away.”
“But, the water, the pleasure.” The protest wasn’t strong.
“It’ll still be there. But in order to wash more dishes, you need space to put them. The faster you dry and put away the ones you’ve finished, the faster you can sink your hands back into that pleasure.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Aiden placed the sponge down on the edge of the sink, rinsed the hand that had held it, snagged the clean towel and, one by one, dried all the dishes he’d already cleaned.
Mistress Nicole could see his cock deflating beneath his apron as the lack of pleasure drew out longer and longer.
She smiled to herself, knowing it wouldn’t take much to return to its full glory.
The last dish put away, towel back on its hook, Aiden said “Done, Mistress.” but received no pleasure.
He whined softly. “Mistress? May I?” He gestured to the soapy water.
“Very good for asking, Aiden. Yes, you may.”
Immediately Aiden plunged both hands back into the water and his low moans quickly returned, as did his erection.
A minute later, “Done, Mistress.” And the intensive moans began.
Another 30 minutes of that and the last dish was placed on the towel and he received his reward of 10 seconds of intensive pleasure.
Aiden dipped his hand back in the now warm, soapy water and searched but came up with nothing.
“That’s the last of them, Mistress.”
“Very good, Aiden. Dry them and put them away.”
It took a good 5 minutes before the very last dish was dried and in its place.
“Done, Mistress.”
Just like before, no pleasure.
“You’re doing so well. You have one more thing to wash. Drain the sink and wash it.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The sink drained and washed, Aiden gave a final “Done, Mistress” and received his final reward.
As Aiden’s eyes, blinked and he shook his head free of the suggestion, another brunet man, one with much longer hair, crawled out from between Aiden’s legs and stood.
His lips looked swollen and well used, and he had a cock drunk smile on his face.
“Canceled Mistress. That was certainly one way to get the dishes done.”
Under Aiden’s comment, Mistress Nicole could see Drew’s lips move and hear a low, “Canceled Mistress.”
“It seemed to have been effective. My good boys, come here.” She held out both hands from where she sat and both boys eagerly made their way to her, Drew slightly unsteady on his feet.
“Drink.” She handed them both glasses of water which the both downed quickly.
When they handed her their empty glasses, she set them down on the table then ordered them both to sit at her feet, which they obediently did.
She pet their hair, praised them, and Aiden ate it up while Drew slowly lost his cock drunk expression.
About 10 minutes later, both were completely back to normal.
“Do either of you need more water?”
They both shook their heads. “No, Mistress.”
“Good. Because now it’s time to do laundry. And this time, Aiden will be in Reward Mode. Drop. Down. Deep.”
And they both dropped, sitting at their Mistress’ feet, ready for the next hypnotically rewarding chore.
Hi there! I’m Sweet!
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And welcome to my Tumblr
This is my Tenth Text Trance post!
This is a session log of a hypnosis session I had, in the format of a text trance post. If you don’t want to go under, please skip the induction. I hope you enjoy!
I’m a large, loud and loquacious librarian who loves to help people.
And sometimes the only way to help my subby boys is to take their mind, and slowly melt, mix, and meld it until he is thoroughly fucked up.
NOTE: In this blog, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one post may not be the Caleb in the previous post, or the next post either, but I will consistently be using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while being thoroughly mind melted.
Start of session: Hypnotic Language
I’ve worked with this Caleb quite a bit over the past several months, so when I asked what he wanted to do next, and he said “Mind Melting”, I was more than happy to agree.
“So, what do you know of Mind Melting?” I asked.
“Not much.” He was on camera and it's always fun watching him think. “I know you’ve mentioned it in the past, but I don’t really remember.”
“Its fucking someone up so thoroughly they are barely able to be coherent.”
“Yeah. That sounds fun. Let’s do that.”
“May I use that blue orb of yours?” I asked, referencing a contact juggling orb we’d used in a previous session.
He agreed, stacked some books up and set a glove on top of the stack to use as a stand to place the orb on so he could stare at it without straining his neck.
After a few more negotiations, then taking a moment to refill our respective waters, we began.
I slipped into my hypnotic voice. “Please close your eyes, and take three, slow, deep breaths in.” I watched his chest rise and fall three times.
“I’d like your mind to imagine that blue orb. Your mind has been in that blue orb before. Your mind knows how easy it is to sink into that blue, blue, blue, orb. In a moment, not yet, I’m going to ask you to open your eyes and stare into that blue orb.”
“When you open your eyes, and your eyes stare deep into that blue orb, your mind will once again, so easily be pulled, pulled, pulled deep into that blue orb. Please open your eyes, now.”
His eyes blinked open and found the orb on it’s stand, and stared into it.
“The more you stare into that orb, the more of your mind will slip into that orb. Slipping so easily into that orb.”
As I watched, his blue eyes started blinking more and more and I bit my lip for a moment, caught up in watching him, before mentally shaking myself and continuing.
“Maybe your mind hasn’t fully, entirely, completely slipped into that orb quite yet… That’s okay. Eventually your mind will be fully, entirely, completely slipped into that orb and when it is, those eyes of yours will be able to close.”
He continued to blink, slower now.
“I see those eyes of yours blinking, and barely open. I can see those eyes of yours slowly closing as more and more and more as that mind of yours falls, slips, is absorbed, into that blue, blue, blue orb.”
His eyes barely blinked before closing entirely, his head lolling slightly to the side.
“Placing my hand gently on your forehead and gently pushing your head against the back of your chair.” His head bobbed for a moment then fell back on the headrest, letting me take a moment to admire the strong line of his jaw and throat, a sight I thoroughly enjoy.
“That mind now filling that orb entirely. Yes. You are so good, and because you are so good, I’m going to say GB in a moment. When I do, I’d like you to focus on all the feelings and sensations those two words give you.” Pause. “Good Boy.”
His expression changed to the small, close lipped smile he normally gives me when I say “Good Boy.”
“Mmmmm. Focusing on all those feelings and sensations GB gives you because you know I’m able to connect all those feelings, all those sensations... to my snaps.”
I gave a single snap.
“Those GB feelings, and sensations attaching to my snaps, connecting to my snaps. My snaps giving you all those GB feelings, all those GB sensations.” I paused to let my words sink into his mind.
“In a moment, I’m going to snap, and you’ll be able to experience all those wonderful GB feelings.”
I paused for a moment, watching him, enjoying the moment, before snapping.
Sure enough, that same small smile came to his lips, telling me the connection was a success.
“Very good! I wonder when that mind, lost deep in that orb, will realize that that blue orb has been slowly dividing into sections. First it was two sections. Then four sections. Then sixteen. Thirty-two. Sixty-four. And continuing on and on and on, dividing again and again. Over and over.”
His eyes shifted beneath his eyelids as he processed this and I waited, taking the moment to take a sip of my water. When his eyes calmed, I continued.
“I bet your mind realized right then that it’s been divided, too. Divided into all these sections. I won’t tell you what is in which sections, because I don’t know. And that’s okay because we are going to discover what is in each section, together.”
“I’m going to give you back a few sections for a few moments, then let them flow back into the orb when I snap. When I snap, those sections flowing immediately out of your head and back into the orb, while your mind receives those lovely feelings, sensations of GB.”
Again his eyes moved behind his eyelids, and again I waited until they calmed.
“I’m going to bring you up, wide awake, and your mind will still be divided, deep in that orb. You will be able to sit up, and open your eyes. Everything else deep in that blue, blue, blue orb until I return sections of your mind back into your head.”
“Counting you back up, now. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”
He slowly shifted, and his eyes slowly blinked open. He sat up, and… didn’t do anything else, just sat there.
Usually after he comes up, he gives me a big smile and a laugh, and possibly a comment, but this time he simply sat there, slowly blinking. I doubt he was seeing much of anything other than the blue orb.
Normally my first sentence would have been “how are you feeling?” followed by “please drink some water for me” but I couldn’t ask either of those right now.
I was excited to see what would happen when I gave him back a few sections.
“Very good! Giving you back sections 38 through 41.” I picked two random numbers.
His eyes blinked, then his expression changed and he stood slightly to reposition himself back in his chair. He looked at the camera but stayed silent.
Now that he had sections back in his head, what would happen when I snapped? I wiggled eagerly in my seat before snapping. “And back into the orb.”
Watching his expression, except the small smile from my snap, fade away, as his eyes once again unfocused on the blue orb was exceedingly hot. I did my best to keep my own focus. That expression was quite distracting.
“Giving you back sections 89 through 95.” Another random set of numbers.
He shifted, tugged his shirt down, and glanced at the camera again. But not much else.
snap “And back into the orb.”
I gave him back, and snapped away several more sections, before I gave him back sections 1 through 6.
His face animated and he gave me his first non-GB smile since being awake. “Oh. That’s where talking is.”
“Oh! Hi! How are you feeling?” I could finally ask.
“Good! A bit weird but good.” He stretched his neck side to side.
“Good. Keep talking while I make a note that 1 through 6 is where talking is.”
“The rest of my mind is in there.” He pointed at the orb, sitting innocently on its stacked books and glove pedestal.
“It is. And now that I’ve written that down.” snap “Back into the orb.”
20 through 30 turned out to be the section that had his ability to drink water, his hand immediately moving to his glass and taking a long drink.
“Oh good. I was wondering if I’d have to specifically give you back the section with drinking water. I’m glad we found it.” I said this as I made a note under the first, this being another important group of sections.
Once he put the water back down I snapped again. “Back into the orb.”
I could not get enough of his expression as it went from animated to blank, except for that small GB induced smile.
With both talking and drinking water discovered, I started going a bit faster, pulling sections into his head and then almost immediately back out. He reported later that he found it fun going ‘oh, this is in this section’ before I’d pull it out again.
“Giving you back sections 56 through 81.” snap “Back into the orb. Giving you back sections 193 through 212.” snap “Back into the orb. Giving you back sections 133 through 166.” snap “Back into the orb.”
Now that his mind was used to going in and out of the orb, it was time to start the melting!
“Sooner or later as I give you sections back and then remove them again, over and over, eventually they will begin to mix, mingle, and melt together. The more that goes back and forth between the orb and your head, your head and the orb, the more will melt and melt and melt together.”
“Giving you back sections 270 through 298.” snap “Back into the orb.”
There were a few more give and take of sections, randomly choosing numbers, enjoying the transitions of his face as it went between slack to animated back to slack.
I paused in my fucking him up to give him back 1 through 6, curious how he was coming along so far.
“Oh. Hello.” He waved at the camera.
“Hello! How are you feeling?”
“A bit melted? Things are… my head is a bit floaty.”
“Good! Glad to hear it. Giving you back sections 20 through 30, as well.”
His eyes blinked, as the new sections flowed into his head, then his hand immediately reached out for his water and he drank, then put the glass back down.
“Are you enjoying all the snaps?”
“Yes, they are distracting my head as the sections are pulled out.”
“Wonderful to hear!” snap “Back into the orb.”
And that small smile forming as the rest of his face once again lost all animation.
“Giving you back only section 44.”
His face animated, but nothing else happened.
snap “And back into that orb.”
After a few more sections in and out I got an idea and I grinned to myself. Experiments are hot, and I know he likes them, too.
“I wonder what will happen if I only give you back the section, whichever section that may be, that finds hypnosis fun, exciting, etc.. Giving you back that section, the section that enjoys hypnosis… now.”
His face not only animated, it lit up in one of his brief but face altering smiles. His smile changes his entire face, which normally comes across as handsomely serious. Or is that seriously handsome? Ahem. Anyways. Onward.
I realized he couldn’t communicate with me and quickly amended that by giving him back sections 1 through 6.
“Oh. This is fun. I really like this. Hypnosis is cool.” He raised a hand and pressed it lightly to his forehead for a moment.
“Hypnosis is cool!” I agreed with him, pleased my experiment had been successful. “How do you feel?”
“Everything’s mostly a jumble.”
“But you can still speak coherently. Which means I’m not done yet. But first… giving you back the section that includes your silliness.”
He blinked as that section flowed into his head and then grinned, and laughed. “Everything is silly now.” He said, as he looked around his room.
“Everything? My voice? Melting? Hm. I bet even your hands are silly.”
He pulled his hands up to his face. “They are! There’s too many fingers. There’s ten of them!” He almost shouted the last sentence, as he wiggled his fingers.
I had to take a moment to laugh. “Are you sure there’s ten? Have you counted them?”
“Don’t ask me to do that! I don’t want to get to ten.” He shook his head emphatically.
“Okay, I won’t.” snap “Back into the orb.”
And his hands dropped into his lap as his face took on that expression I was starting to get semi-hooked on.
A few more sections were given and then taken away.
“Blending and blurring together. The more these sections go into and out of your head. Blending, blurring, blurring, blending together.”
I got another experimental idea, curious what would happen. “Giving you back only the section that includes serious.”
His face animated, then looked... confused. As I watched, his head turned to the side and his body stiffened, which I took as a warning sign and immediately snapped “Back into the orb”.
His entire body this time, not just his face, relaxed, and that smile appeared, which let me know he was still doing good.
Another few sections in and out.
“All those sections melting. Mixing. Melding. Together. And giving you back sections 20 through 30.”
“Serious didn’t like that.” He reached for his water and took a sip. “Oh. I guess this section has talking now.”
“I see that. I’m sorry about Serious.”
“It's okay. Oh, my head is really jumbled. I’d even say melted.”
“Good.” snap “Back into the orb.”
A few more sections, a bit more blurring and mixing. Then another, hopefully more successful experiment popped into my head.
“I don’t know if this actually exists in a section. I will confess I hope it does, but I don’t actually know. But I do know you like experiments. I’m hoping there’s part of you that enjoys showing off for me, and if so, giving you that section back... now.”
He blinked, gave the camera a smile, then immediately raised both arms up, bending them back until his hands were grasping the top of his chair, showing off his muscled biceps, a position he knows I quite enjoy, and have frozen him into in the past.
“Oh, that’s good.” I tried to keep my voice calm, and mostly succeeded.
He then took his arms down and placed his left arm over his chest, hand on his right shoulder, giving me a closer view of his bicep for a moment. Then switched arms, right hand on left shoulder.
I’m fairly certain I gave a happy sigh at this point and mostly stared silently, completely distracted as he showed off his arms for me.
A few more arm stretches, all of which I highly enjoyed, then he moved to fiddling and playing with his semi-long hair, under and over his headphones, another thing he knows I enjoy.
I managed to find my senses at this point and give him back 1 through 6, so we could talk.
“How are you feeling?” I kept my eyes on his hair as his hand stroked through it.
“Melted. Yes. Words. I’m feeling melted. Good. Fun.” His hands continued playing with his hair, never pausing for longer than it took to switch hands.
“Words, yes.” I knew I had given him the “show off” section but I was absolutely astounded that he kept going, kept sweeping his hair back and giving me another of those brief, face brightening smiles as we talked.
Well, as I talked and he attempted to talk, his hands and arms never stopped showing off for me.
Eventually, reluctantly, I snapped and sent everything back into the orb.
The meltiness was coming along nicely but I was sure he could be more melty.
“Giving you back the part of you that is so good at following directions.”
His face animated and he sat up straight, looked into the camera, obviously waiting for some directions.
“You know the rest of your mind is in that orb. Pick up the orb, please.”
He reached over and picked up the orb, and paused, waiting for more directions.
“Now, again, your entire mind except the section that is in your head right now is inside that orb. I wonder what will happen if you roll that orb between your hands. Let’s find out. Please roll that orb around your palms.
He glanced down at his hands, and rolled the orb back and forth. His face got an expression on it I couldn’t name and, curious, I gave him back 1 through 6.
“Wow.” Was the first word out of his mouth. “That’s.” He shook his head slightly in an ‘attempting to clear cobways’ way, rather than giving me no.
“Your entire mind is in that orb, and now you’re rolling it around, and around and around. If your mind was melting, mixing, and melding before, what must it be doing now.”
His words started getting less and less coherent as he rolled his mind around in his palms.
“So melted, mixed, melded.”
He nodded, “Melted.”
“Melted.”
“Melted.” His mouth opened to say something else but nothing came out.
“Very good. Placing that nicely melted mind of yours back down, carefully.”
He did so.
“Please place a single finger on that orb.”
He did so, pressing his forefinger against the blue orb.
“And letting everything flow back into your head, all melted, mixed, melded together, everything flowing back into your head. Flowing back in until that orb is entirely empty and your head is entirely full.”
His eyes closed as sections flowed into his head through his finger.
“When the very last of your mind has returned to your head, you can take your finger away from that orb. When that orb is entirely empty, and your head is entirely full, you can take your finger away from that orb.”
I waited, watching his face, until his finger pulled away from the orb and his hand slowly fell back down into his lap.
“I shouldn’t need to count up because you haven’t been under, but just in case. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”
He blinked and sat upright.
“Awake. Yes. Wow. Melted. Melted.”
He reached his glass and drank the rest of his water.
“Water gone.” He waved the empty glass at the camera.
“Yes. Water is gone but I don’t want you to walk right now.”
He shook his head. “That would be a very bad idea.” This sentence, more than anything he’d said before, sounded like he was drunk. Which I was very okay with.
“How’s your head?”
“Mixy. Melted. Jumbled. You’re Sweet!”
“I am Sweet. Good! Who are you?”
There was a moment's hesitation, then, in the same “drunk” voice, he replied. “Don’t ask me that.”
I laughed. “I can tell you what you are?”
“Yes. Need that. Tell.”
“You are hot.”
He cocked his head, absorbing that, and then nodded. “I am Hot.”
“Yes, you are. And I am Sweet! Can you words?”
“Words. Hard. Jumbled. Melted.”
“I like your voice, all melted.”
“It's my voice.”
“I know. I like it.”
“Okay.” Then, taking a sudden leap in another direction, he announced. “There are lots of ridges!”
It took me a moment to realize was talking about his brain. I did my best to laugh quietly before I could say “Yes, and that blue orb is smooth.”
“I was blue. And smooth. Now, ridges.”
To which I began to softly sing “I’m blue! Daba dee daba di. I’m blue.”
“ATB.”
“What?”
“I’m Blue. ATB.”
“No, Eiffel… Eiffel. One moment while I look it up.” I opened my search and typed it in.
“Eiffel. From Italy.” He said this in a matter-of-fact tone, different from his “drunk” one.
“I found it. Eiffel 65!”
“Eiffel 65. From Italy.”
“Okay. I believe you.”
He nodded. “From Italy.”
“Yes. Good.” snap “Back into the orb. All of your melted, mixed, melded mind back into the orb.”
His entire body sagged against his chair, that small smile coming back to his mostly slack face.
“Good. And now that everything is completely back into that orb. I’m going to carefully separate these sections again. Everything being gently pulled, tugged, shifted back into its original section. There can be a slight bit of melting, but mostly everything back in its original, separate section.”
“Giving you back the section that is so good at following directions.”
His body shifted, and he sat upright out of his sagged position.
“Once again, placing your finger back on that orb, and letting each individual section flow back into your head. Each section whole, separate, with a minimal amount of meltyness. Also, as your mind flows back into your head, canceling my snap trigger. My snaps are simply just snaps, once again.”
“When your entire mind has flowed out of this orb and into your head, you can take your finger away from the orb.”
I waited until he pulled his hand away from the orb.
“Again, you should be up but-
He sat up. “I’m awake.”
“How’s your head?”
He smiled. “When you said fucked up, you really meant it. I am really fucked up.”
“Yes. Yes, you are. I would ask you to get water but I don’t want you walking yet.”
“Yeah, I don’t know if I trust my feet yet.”
“We can do aftercare until you’re okay to walk?”
“Yeah. We can do that.”
The End
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