This story is based on a hypnosis file that has been doing the rounds on the internet for quite some time now. The original file is called (I believe) Cal’s Curse and was read by a male voice. Since then, there have been multiple re-recordings of the file read by different people.

The hypno-file in question supposedly plants a suggestion to the listener that they cannot achieve orgasm without permission from someone else. This story is entirely fictional, but is based on the real hypnosis file and its intent.

Enjoy.

Cursed by a hypno file.  

Like many of you who might be reading this story, I would consider myself to be somewhat of a hypno-fetishist. The thought of a powerful woman using hypnosis to take control of me and really push the boundaries of kink and self discovery is a huge turn on for me. 

That’s how I ended up in this mess.

My name is Tom, I’m twenty one years old and currently living in a rented room of an apartment near my nearest college. My roommate’s name is Melissa, she attends the same college as I do and was one of the few people with off campus housing who was willing to rent a room to someone of the opposite sex. 

Mel and I usually got along rather well, we would tease and compete with each other, wind each other up, but it was mostly like a sibling rivalry rather than any actual animosity. 

So that’s the boring back story out of the way, why don’t I get to the part you’re actually interested in?

One day, I was alone in my room, Mel was out for the evening with her friends and I was doing what any single guy my age would be doing with an empty house. 

As previously mentioned, I enjoyed hypnosis as a fetish and would spend many a quiet night searching the internet for hypnosis related files, usually with a femdom theme. A lot of the files were mostly just roleplay with very little credibility to them, but they were fun nonetheless. This night in particular though, I had stumbled across a file that I had never heard of.

‘Cara’s Curse’ ‘Hmm, this one’s new.’ I mused to myself, reading the description of the files intent. Apparently, the file would plant a post hypnotic suggestion that makes it so the listener would only be able to cum if given express permission by someone else.

‘Could be fun’ I thought, ‘kinda kinky, delayed gratification and all’. These kinds of things never actually worked, usually I would lay back on my bed and listen to the files, mostly just telling me to stroke myself at certain speeds or whatever, but I was always just playing along, imagining what it would feel like to be hypnotized, without ever going under. Either way, it was fun to pretend.

The deciding factor was the price, free! The perfect price range for a guy in my financial situation. I downloaded the file onto my phone, grabbed my earphones, and lay back on my bed, preparing to listen along to the kinky audio.

The woman's voice on the recording was calm and soothing, while still being sexy, helped by the hint of an accent I couldn’t quite place. I liked her voice a lot, and knew I would be looking for more of her work in the future. 

Five minutes into the audio I could feel a sense of calm and comfort as I laid on my soft bed, enjoying the induction, breathing as instructed, playing along with the hypnosis file and wondering when I would get to the fun stuff.

Five minutes later, the so-called induction was in full swing and I could actually feel myself sinking into the bed a little more. The voice told me to start stroking myself slowly, which I was happy to do. I listened intently as the voice kept talking through the earphones, enjoying being directed to stroke by the sexy voice. She was bringing me to the edge, only to tell me to back off and slow down, which was incredibly hot and I knew as soon as this audio was over, I would be blowing a massive load.

I lost track of time while listening to the file, I could feel myself getting sleepy and wondering when the audio would end so I could finish up and get some rest. It must have been around the twenty minute mark when I realized I was much more tired than I thought when I laid down, maybe it was because I was lying on my soft, comfortable bed with such a calming, soothing voice in my ear. Either way, I fell asleep.

I dozed off while listening to the file and missed the ending, only waking back up when the track had finished playing, one hand still down my pants holding my cock. 

‘Dammit, I missed the ending!’ I thought to myself. ‘Fuck it, may as well finishthe job’.

I began stroking myself quickly, no longer having the pace dictated by the voice. I could feel my orgasm approaching rapidly, brought on quickly by the fact that I had been stroking myself to the edge over and over for a while listening to the file.

As my climax approached, my hips jerked upwards, almost lifting my butt off the bed, my legs tensed and my breath hitched as I…..Stopped stroking.

I stopped touching myself right before the money shot, what the fuck? I had toyed with edging myself from time to time, but usually at the direction of a recorded Mistress’ voice, this was something else.

I started again, stroking myself back towards the orgasm that I wanted, only to find myself stopping short of going over the edge. It was like my hand just refused to make the last couple of strokes, as soon as I knew I was about to cum, I would stop.

‘Surely that hypno file can’t have worked, right? It was all just roleplay and fantasy.’

I quickly loaded up the website and read the description of the video again.

‘Warning: This file uses post hypnotic suggestion to place a ‘curse’ on the listener that they will be unable to cum without express permission from someone else.’

I was both scared and aroused at the prospect that a hypno file might actually have affected me. I leaned into that arousal as I stroked myself some more, fantasies of orgasm denial and hypnosis playing through my mind as I reached the edge…..and stopped. Again.

“No way!” 

Okay, I could beat this thing. Mind over matter and all that. Maybe if I hadn't drifted off towards the end of the file, I would have heard how to remove the trigger. I pressed play on the file once more, skipping to the second half of the file and ignoring the induction this time. I was listening for any indication on how to remove this trigger.

I was immediately distracted from my mission by the sultry voice of the hypnotist, whoever this Cara was, she was good. I found myself constantly distracted by what she was saying and at some point, I had started stroking myself to the edge again, but no further.

“Three, two, one. Wide awake, feeling refreshed and happy and horny.” The file ended and I was none the wiser as to how to beat this curse…What’s more, I realized I may have just inadvertently strengthened the suggestion.

I tried, and failed, twice more to make myself cum before giving up. I was laid in bed, incredibly frustrated and trying to come to terms with the fact that I would need someone’s permission to be able to orgasm, when I heard the apartment door open and close. Mel was home.

‘Mel! Maybe she could give me permission.’ I thought. But how the hell do you ask that question?

We had always had a good humored rapport, and had joked about sex more than once, but I had no idea how I could ask her for permission to orgasm without sounding like a total weirdo.

‘Hey, Mel. Would it be okay with you if I made myself cum tonight?’ No matter how I phrased it in my head, it always sounded ridiculous.

But maybe there was a way….

I headed out into the living room of the apartment to greet my roommate. “Hey, Mel. How was your night?” I asked.

“Meh, nothing special. Few drinks with the girls. What did you get up to?” She replied, I was hoping to provoke her teasing attitude a little.

“Ah you know, typical boring single guy stuff.” I said, knowing what kind of response this would trigger from a girl who enjoyed teasing me a little.

“Single guy stuff huh? So you mean jerking your poor little cock until it turns red, haha.” 

“Ha, yep. Got it in one.” I answered. This was exactly where I needed the conversation to go, we were just joking around, so it was all good, she wouldn’t take me seriously after all.

“Ha! Thought as much. As long as I’m not the one cleaning up after you.”

“Great, well, now that I know you’re home safe, hope you don’t mind if I go finish myself off.” I said, still tongue in cheek, still just joking.

“Nope, have fun jerking off, loser.”

“Thanks, assface.” I replied, disappearing quickly into my room.

There, she said ‘nope’ which means she didn’t mind if I finished myself off, that was permission enough in my mind. So I focused on that permission as intently as I could as I restarted my stroking. A minute or two later, I felt myself approach the edge so I focused on Mel’s voice saying she didn’t mind. She even ended with ‘have fun’, that had to be worth something.

“Oooh, fffu-” I had to stifle my moans as I finally reached the orgasm that had eluded me all night. I stroked myself through the orgasm, determined to enjoy as much of it as possible. According to the recording, I would need permission each time I wanted to orgasm, which means I would need to get permission again the next time I wanted to cum.

Over the next few days, I found I was still unable to cum without permission, which left me incredibly frustrated most of the time. Furthermore, I found myself listening to the recording a few more times, there were suggestions within that encouraged repeat listenings and they were also working just fine. I felt a compulsion to listen to the track, usually when I hadn’t heard it for a few days. Each repeat listen only served to reinforce the trigger, and I just couldn’t stop.

Thankfully, I was able to get my permission to cum in the same roundabout way as before, by playing it off as a joke with Mel. I knew she didn’t believe I was actually asking her permission to make myself orgasm, so it was fine. This little trick worked a couple more times over the next week or so, so I was managing to get by. At least I was until one day, I was hoping to steer the conversation to where I wanted it to go, only to be stopped short by Mel.

“Are you kidding me? There is no way this movie is better than the last one!” Mel said as the credits rolled on a superhero movie we had been watching together.

“What? Of course it is. The special effects, somehow, are worse in this movie than the last one, and that came out ten years ago.” I replied.

“Oh please! You know, I think all that jerking off is rotting your brain. I think you might need to take a break because you’re clearly going blind because of it.” 

“Whatever, you just have terrible taste in movies.” I said. “As a matter of fact, I’m going to go back to my room and do some more of that jerking off, if it’s all the same to you?”

“Ha! Like I said, you need to do less of that, then maybe you’ll get better taste in movies.” Melissa walked away at that last comment, leaving me dejected as I knew that that couldn’t be construed as permission.

But still, it was worth a try, I mean she didn’t actually say no, right? So I tried to get myself off, and of course it failed. I hadn’t gotten the permission I needed and it had now been a couple of days without any relief. After two failed attempts at cumming, I gave up for the night and fell asleep, horny and desperate. 

By the time the next weekend came around, I was desperate for a release, but I had had no luck getting permission from anyone. I knew it was time I came clean, maybe Mel would take pity on me. She seemed like a pretty sex positive person, never really shying away from the raunchier subjects. 

So on Saturday evening, Mel arrived home late after a few drinks with her friends and I was waiting for her.

“Hey, loser.” She greeted me cheerily as she entered.

“Hey, Mel.” 

“Mel? No insult back? What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing, I just uh, need your help with something.” I replied, bracing myself.

“What did you do?” 

“Nothing! Well, not nothing but….”

“So, spit it out.” Mel said.

“Okay, so here’s the thing, I kind of have this…..fetish, you could call it.” 

“Oh no, you haven’t been stealing my panties have you? Because I’m not sharing an apartment with a pervert.”

“Ew, no. It’s nothing like that.” I said.

“Okay, so what is it? Feet? Cos it’s cool if you’re only staring at my feet. I don’t mind that.”

“No, no. It’s not feet, it's…hypnosis.”

“Hypnosis, how is that a fetish?” 

“Well, there’s actually a lot of people that find hypnosis a turn on, it ties into the themes of letting go of control and stuff, it’s more common than you think.”

“Okay, so what do you need my help with?”

“So I usually listen to erotic hypnosis recordings when you’re not around, and I listened to a week or so ago that had kind of a powerful effect on me….” I explained the contents of the audio I had listened to and how it had actually worked on me while Mel listened, seeming deeply interested.

“Wait….Are you serious?”

“Yes.” I answered, blushing as my explanation finished.

“So you can’t jerk off unless someone gives you permission?”

“Well I can jerk off, I just can’t, you know, finish without permission. Whenever I try I just end up stopping short or slowing down.” 

“Hold up, so you mean that all those times you were joking about going to jerk off in your room, you were being serious? You were trying to sneakily ask my permission to cum.”

I sighed before answering. “Yeah, I was.”

“Hahahahahaaaa Wow!” Mel laughed loudly and I had to resist joining in at the absurdity of the situation.

“Okay, okay. It’s not that funny. I’m going out of my mind here! I haven’t cum in days.”

“Sucks to be you! Serves you right for being a pervert.”

“Come on, Mel. I need your help.” I said, pleading.

“No, you need my permission. And you’re not getting it, not tonight. Hahaha I can’t believe you were dumb enough to hypnotize yourself into not cumming. What a dumbass.” She giggled.

“Please, Mel. Please just say it’s okay for me to cum tonight, I swear I’m working on a way to get rid of it.”

“Hmm, what’s in it for me?”

“What do you want?” 

“Well, the cab driver wouldn’t stop to get me food, so right now I want a chicken burger, fries and biiiig coke. Get me that, then we’ll talk.”

The idea of her using my predicament to her advantage was, for some reason, turning me on, so I decided to get out of there before she noticed. I headed out to the nearest fast food place and got her order, taking it back to our apartment.

“There you go.” I said, dumping the food next to her on the sofa. 

“Thanks, dork. You not get anything?”

“I’m not hungry.” I said.

“No. It’s something else you need, right?” Mel said, smiling as she bit into her burger.

“Yes, it is. But I got you your burger, are you satisfied now?”

“Hmm, actually, there is something else you could do for me?”

“What now?”

“Rub my feet.” She answered quickly, propping her foot up on the couch.

“Seriously?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been in heels all night and my feet hurt.”

“Ugh. Fine.” I perched on the couch next to her and lifted her foot into my lap and began massaging. I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing, but she didn’t complain, so I carried on for a few minutes, until she finished her burger and started picking at her fries.

“Now do this one, slave.” She said, giggling as she swapped her feet over. I knew she was just teasing, but hearing her call me slave was a massive turn on for me, and rubbing her feet while she ate food that I had been and bought for her, meant that I was rock hard in my pants. “Mmm, I could get used to this treatment. I hope you never figure out that hypno file.”

When Mel had finished her food, she pulled her foot off my lap and stood up. “Thanks, slave. That was great, but now I’m gonna go crash. Night, loser.” She walked away quickly.

“Hey, Mel, wait!” I hopped up and called after her before she left the room. “I need you to give me your permission.”

Mel turned to face me and I eyed my crotch, rather than my face. “Wow, you really do need it huh. Sorry. Not tonight. Try again tomorrow, loser. Hahaha.” She was laughing quietly to herself as she disappeared into her bedroom while I stood there, stunned and horny with no way to get off.

I had told her about the hypnosis and not only did she say no, but she used it to her advantage first. Damn that was hot!

—

“Morning, loser. How was your night?” Mel asked me the next day as I entered the kitchen area. 

“Frustrating.” I replied. I had spent half the night trying to squash my arousal after the meal fetching and foot rubbing. Mel ordering me around like that was a turn on for me, that much was obvious, so was her denying me an orgasm, I just hoped it wouldn’t last forever.

“Haha, I’ll bet it was.”

“Mel, come on, please. Just let me get off. I’m desperate and I have no one else to ask!” I pleaded with her.

“Nope, sorry. Be a good little slave boy today and maybe I’ll give you permission to cum. Maybe!”

“What do I have to do?” I asked, feeling my cock stirring.

“Well to start with, you can make me breakfast, after that, we’ll see.”

“Fine, I’ll make breakfast.” I agreed, somewhat reluctantly.

“And you can drop the attitude, I can tell this is turning you on.” 

I blushed red as I realized I was sporting obvious wood. “Dammit.” I quickly turned away and started to prepare breakfast, hearing Mel laughing quietly at my embarrassment.

So I made breakfast for us both and we sat and ate it at the table, after which Mel spoke up again. “That was a nice breakfast, I could get used to this. I wonder what else I could get you to do.”

“Enjoy it while you can! I’ll find a way to get rid of it soon.” I answered, but I wasn’t quite sure how.

“Sure you will. You can work on that while you’re doing my laundry. There’s a bunch of clothes I need washing and I have almost no clean underwear left.”

“Ew, I’m not washing your dirty underwear!” I replied.

“Fine, have fun with the blue balls, hahaha.” Mel left the table laughing, leaving me stuck with no option but to listen to her for now. I just wished I could get my arousal under control.

“Okay, what do you need washing?” 

“Pretty much anything that’s on my bedroom floor or in my laundry basket.” 

I had never actually been inside Mel’s room before, so the first thing I noticed was how much of a slob she was! There were clothes just thrown around everywhere, pants, skirts, underwear, all of it just discarded onto the floor with hardly any of it making it into the basket.

I gathered as many of the clothes up as I could and carried them all to the washing machine before dumping them inside. 

“Ya know I think I’m going to like this little arrangement.” Mel said as she watched me work.

“Don’t get used to it!”

“Why not? I can tell it turns you on. And I love how embarrassed you get. I gotta say, it’s kind of a turn on for me too. Having a little slave boy to do my bidding.”

“Mel!” 

“What? You started it.” She smirked.

So that’s how the rest of the morning was spent, with Mel ordering me around and using me as her slave, of course I only got more and more turned at this outcome, but this only led to me being even more desperate for her permission.

“Come on Mel, haven’t you abused this power enough now, just give me permission to cum so I can think straight and I’ll find a way to undo the hypnosis.”

“Hmmm, no. You do not have permission to cum.” Mel replied with a devious grin.

“What!?” I hated the fact that my cock surged with arousal as she told me no. Turns out having a woman in control of my orgasms is incredibly hot. “Mel, please! I’ve done everything you asked me to. Please just this once, let me cum.” I begged.

“Well, you have been a good little slave for me today. I’ll tell you what. Follow me.” Mel led me into the bathroom and instructed me to stand in the shower.

“Now, strip.” 

My eyes widened in shock at her command, was she serious? Did she actually expect me to strip naked in front of her?

“You have ten seconds to strip naked or the deals off and I leave you with nice, full balls for the rest of the week. Ten. Nine.”

I threw caution to the wind, and my clothes to the floor. Before Mel could finish counting, I was naked with my hands covering my crotch, hiding my erection from view, but not before Mel caught an eyeful.

“Hehehe, you really do like this, huh. That is one hard cock you have there roomie.” 

“Mel, isn’t this a little much? What are you planning?” I said, naked and nervous.

“Touch yourself.”

“T-touch myself?” 

“Jerk your dick, go on. I want to see.” Mel remained leaning in the doorway watching me intently.

“Seriously?”

“Yup, come on, I don’t have all day.” My hand started moving slowly, gripping my cock and moving up and up and down, this whole experience was weird. I have never jerked off in front of anyone before.

“Come on, loser, jerk it like you mean it. You’ll never make yourself cum like that.” My stroking increased in pace at her encouragement.

Mel was watching me intently, never taking her eyes off my cock as I stroked myself. “Thaaat’s it, come on, Tommy. Faster!”

I was approaching orgasm now, but I knew what was coming….or not cumming to be exact. As soon as I reached the crescendo, my hand slowed down to nothing, allowing myself to creep back from the edge, increasing my frustration.

“Aww, why’d you stop? You looked so close.”

“I told you! I can’t help it.”

“Try again.” 

My hand restarted its stroking, naturally it didn’t take long to reach the edge this time, but again I failed. “Fuck! Please, Mel.” 

“Again!” She was hyper focused on what was happening in front of her, watching me standing naked in the shower, masturbating, was clearly riveting to her.

“Try again.” 

“Please, Mel! I can’t take much more.” I pleaded with her as I came back from the edge for the fourth time.

“One more time.”

“I can’t!”

“Come on, Tom, don’t be such a crybaby, just try one more time.”

I stroked fast and hard, determined to get this over with one way or another, I reached the edge and my hand simply let go of my cock, leaving it twitching in the air. “Aaargh. Please. No more.”

“Woooow, you really can’t make yourself cum, can you? I thought for sure you were making it up.”

“No. I really can’t. Not without permission.”

“Okay, you have my permission to cum. But only if it happens in the next ten seconds. Ten, Nine…” I didn’t stop to worry about the implications of me blowing my load in front of my roommate, there was no time for doubt, shame, or second thoughts. I gripped my cock and stroked quickly.

“Three…Twoooo…”

“Ffffuck!” I moaned out loud as I finally got past the edge and exploded. “Shit! Yes. Aah.” I stroked myself through the orgasm until my back slumped against the cool tiles of the shower wall. “Thank you.”

Mel watched, enraptured as I exploded all over the shower, never taking her eyes off of me. “You couldn’t cum without my permission….” Seeing the results of the hypnosis first hand must have caused it to finally sink in as I could tell she was just now realizing the power she had over me. “Fuck that’s hot.”

I had a feeling my relationship with my roommate was about to change drastically….

End part one.