Emma Snowe: Avenging Hypnodomme
by GlassO
This story would not have come about if not for the encouragement and inspiration (both the regular and the hypnotic kind) from DazzlingLady. Truly she is my muse for this tale and I thank her sincerely for her assistance. I've enjoyed her writing and I'm thrilled to dip my toes into her literary universe.
Emma felt guilty about masturbating to the video Liz sent her; it was so devious, so depraved, so absolutely beyond unethical, but that's what made it so incredibly hot, and so very compelling. She promised herself that she wouldn't watch it again, but even as she made that promise to herself, she knew she would break it. She wished that it was just very well produced hypno porn, but she knew that wasn't the case. It was real, and fuck if that didn't make it all the better. Emma stroked herself with more fervor as she watched this woman, Dr. Cassandra Santarossa cross all the lines Emma had thought about crossing; fantasized about crossing, but wouldn't. Wouldn't. Fuck it was hot. Emma came again and almost, almost, said out loud, “I will obey Cassandra.” The thought that she was starting to succumb to this woman’s spell, splash damage from the video, made Emma come even harder. It was frightening and terribly arousing at the same time.
The video came to Emma in a rather roundabout way. Liz, her sometimes lover, dear friend, and very respectable therapist sent it to her. She received it from one of her patients who became suspicious of his wife after she exhibited some very unusual behaviour.
“Ya gotta help me! She’s become a nympho, doc! She’s wearin’ me out!” Were his exact words according to Liz. This was his account.
Jake and Renee had been married for 10 years. Their relationship had been quite stable and predictable. They got along well, and arguments were of the usual married variety, nothing out of the ordinary. Up until a few months ago, their sex life was similar: predictable, stable. And then things changed after Renee gave up smoking.
Renee had been a life-long smoker. Started when she was 12 and could just not bring herself to quit. She’d tried patches, gum, cold-turkey, nothing was working. And then she was referred by a friend to Dr. Cassandra Santarossa, a hypnotherapist.
Almost immediately Jake observed profound changes in his wife. Firstly, the smoking just stopped. Just like that. Day One: no more cigarettes. A miracle. But there were other changes as well. It seemed like her craving for cigarettes had been replaced with a different craving: A craving for sex, which was not the miracle as one might expect.
Renee had been a life-long smoker. Started when she was 12 and could just not bring herself to quit. She’d tried patches, gum, cold-turkey, nothing was working. And then she was referred by a friend to Dr. Cassandra Santarossa, a hypnotherapist.
Almost immediately Jake observed profound changes in his wife. Firstly, the smoking just stopped. Just like that. Day One: no more cigarettes. A miracle. But there were other changes as well. It seemed like her craving for cigarettes had been replaced with a different craving: A craving for sex, which was not the miracle as one might expect.
Shortly after Renee’s session with Dr. Santarossa, one of Jake’s work buddies came over and the three of them were having beers on the patio. The friend had asked if he could have a cigarette, being respectful of Renee having just recently quit. Renee said it was fine and the friend lit up.
Jake observed Renee watching the friend smoking with almost an unhinged intensity. She began to squirm in her seat and clawed at the cushions. After a few minutes she asked Jake if she could speak to him for a moment in private. He was worried perhaps that the smoking was too much for her and that she was craving one herself.
She rushed into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. When Jake entered, she was bent over the bed, her skirt bunched up around her waist and her panties on the floor. The room smelled like sex. She had a hand underneath her and was masturbating furiously. When Jake entered, all she could manage to say was, “close the fucking door and fuck me! Fuck me!”
Jake was overwhelmed with this sight. Renee was normally quite shy in the bedroom. Lights off, missionary style. And she never masturbated. Not that Jake was aware of. Renee enjoyed sex...at least Jake thought she enjoyed it. She never made much noise, but Jake assumed she was having orgasms. Jake indicated to Liz that they did not engage in other sexual practices such as oral or anal sex. He was interested in those things, but Renee was not.
Jake did not waste this opportunity. He’d never had his wife doggy-style and he quickly removed his pants, walked up behind her and penetrated her. Jake said he’d never felt her so wet. He slid into her fully and she moaned loudly and uncontrollably. She began to buck against him. She kept encouraging him to go faster and faster while she frantically rubbed her clitoris.
Jake had never had his wife this way nor seen her act like this during coitus. It was terribly exciting and he felt his orgasm welling up inside of him. They never talked during sex, but now he felt the need to tell Renee that he was going to come, hoping it would spur on her orgasm. It succeeded.
Jake had never had his wife this way nor seen her act like this during coitus. It was terribly exciting and he felt his orgasm welling up inside of him. They never talked during sex, but now he felt the need to tell Renee that he was going to come, hoping it would spur on her orgasm. It succeeded.
Renee screamed at him. “Yes! Yes! Come in me! Come in me! Fill me up!” She grabbed a pillow and began to scream incomprehensible gibberish into it and she bucked and quivered. Jake had never come so hard in life. He grabbed her hips with such force he left marks in her skin. When he was fully spent he rolled off her and lay on his back. Panting. She quickly exited the room, leaving her soaked panties on the floor.
After a few minutes Jake had enough composure to put on his pants and head downstairs. He was wondering what he was going to tell his friend. That his wife was overcome with sexual desire? He must have heard.
What Jake did not expect to see was Renee’s head bobbing on his friend’s cock. Jake wanted to say something...but he wasn’t sure. Renee must have heard him because she popped him out of her mouth and turned around to speak to Jake, all the while stroking his friend’s cock which was slick with saliva.
“You never told me Mitchell had such a magnificent cock, Jake!” she said.
“Truthfully, it never really came up in conversation.” Jake replied.
“Does this make angry, Jake? Jealous? Does it make you want to fuck me up my ass? I hope so. I want you too.” And she resumed sucking.
Mitchell opened his eyes and he locked with Jake. They shared a look. A look that said...why not?
Jake unzipped his fly. He was hard again, watching his wife this way. Watching her suck a cock. He was still slick with her moisture and he knelt down behind her and worked his way into her tight ass.
Jake unzipped his fly. He was hard again, watching his wife this way. Watching her suck a cock. He was still slick with her moisture and he knelt down behind her and worked his way into her tight ass.
Liz told Emma about other instances of this kind of behaviour from Renee, all centered around avoiding smoking. Once at a party he found her in the garden, going down on a woman who was smoking a cigarette. Renee used to comment how she could never be with a woman. She said she found it “icky”. Another time they were at the movies and there was a smoking scene. She made Jake masturbate her in the theater and then she went down on him. She bit into his arm to keep herself from moaning.
The other thing was, Renee kept going to see Dr. Santarossa. She said she found it very therapeutic and it kept her from relapsing...but it wasn’t cheap. When Jake asked her about what went on in her sessions she claimed to have no memory of them. Just a deep sense of well-being. Jake noted to Liz that talking about her hypnotherapy sessions would arouse her and she would insist upon sex, almost as a way of changing the topic of conversation.
And so, Jake concealed the camera inside her purse. When he looked at the footage...he couldn’t believe it was real. He wanted to confront her about it, but he was worried what she would say. He wanted to confront this doctor...but frankly he was kind of afraid of her. He thought about going to the police, but eventually decided that his own therapist would know what to do.
And that’s how it ended up with Emma; her being somewhat of an expert on unethical hypnotists. She thought about her own experiences. How she was molded into the hypnotist that she would eventually become. How she struggled with ethical decisions herself. She knew she had crossed the line many times; and often intentionally. But this woman. Cassandra. This was beyond the pale. She knew it was up to her to take action and make things right. Perhaps, among other things, it would help balance the scales of the dodgy things Emma had done in her own life.
She watched the video again. Quite unconsciously her hand slid under skirt.
She watched the video again. Quite unconsciously her hand slid under skirt.
The video quality was surprisingly of good quality. Jake worked in upholstery and was able to conceal the camera in his wife’s purse quite well. The edges were blurred by fabric, but only a pinhole was needed to capture the scene that unfolded.
The video began as Renee was getting out of her Uber in South End. Emma didn’t know the street but caught a glimpse of the elevant Victorian brownstones on the street. Renne rang the bell and Dr. Santarossa’s voice is heard for the first time. Commanding.
“Come in, Renee. Be seated.”
The door buzzed and Renee entered. She made an immediate right and opened a door. She set down her purse by the couch, giving Emma a worm’s eye view of the room. Fortunately, the camera was facing to give a view of the old grain leather couch. Emma noted the ornate sculpting of the legs. Expensive. The bottom of a chair of similar furnishing could also be seen just barely in frame.
Renee removed her shoes, modest Michael Kors pumps by Emma’s approximation. Not terribly pricey, by her standards, but could be expensive for a couple on a budget.
The sound of the door opening again could be heard on the recording.
“Good afternoon, Renee.” said Dr. Santarossa.
“Good afternoon, mistress.” replied Renee, giving a slight bend in the knee, as if the genuflect. “Oh my goodness! I’m sorry! I don’t know why I said that? I’m sorry Dr. Santaross!”
“Interesting,” replied the doctor, “Please sit down and we shall discuss.”
Dr. Santarossa’s legs are seen entering the frame as she sat in the chair facing the couch. She was also barefoot. The rug appeared to be plush and inviting.
“So, Renee,” continued Dr. Santarossa, “why do you think you called me ‘mistress’ just now? It’s not uncommon for patients to harbor sexual thoughts about their therapists. Have you been having sexual fantasies about me? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Oh thank you mistress---i mean doctor!” replied Renee, clearly relieved. “I have to confess that I think about you...in that way...very often. In fact I--”
Renee stopped talking mid-speech.
Renee stopped talking mid-speech.
“What is it Renee? What’s the matter?”
“You’re...you’re barefoot...I...”
Renee began to sound a bit dreamy. Emma speculated she was entering trance.
Renee began to sound a bit dreamy. Emma speculated she was entering trance.
“Yes,” replied the doctor, “I find it so much more liberating. Why should my feet be constrained in shoes all day...it appears you are also barefoot my dear.”
“Yes...I have been going barefoot more often lately...and...your foot...”
“What about my foot, Renee?”
“It’s so...beautiful....” Renee said dreamily.
“Why thank you Renee,” the doctor said modestly, “it’s kind of you to say so. You also have very attractive feet, though not as attractive as mine, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes...I...I want to hold them...”
“You want to hold them?” the doctor feigned shock. “I have to say, Renee, this is most irregular. I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline. Though imagine the urge to hold my feet, to caress them, massage them...perhaps even kiss them is a rather overwhelming urge...isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” said Renee with a marked urgency. “Please...mistress...just let me hold them...just for a little while...”
“Tell me Renee, do your sexual fantasies about me involve my feet quite often?”
“Yes! I...I play with myself all the time thinking about them. I think about them when I fuck Jake. I think about them when I fuck other people. I was at the gym the other day...and in the sauna...all those naked feet...I...couldn’t stop myself. I sneaked my hand under my towel...I think some people noticed....this woman...she knew...in the shower...she asked me if I would wash her feet...and I dropped to the floor...and I imagined they were your feet! What is happening to me?”
Emma imagined Renee pleading with Dr. Santarossa, unaware that she has been succumbing to clearly some very powerful brainwashing.
Emma imagined Renee pleading with Dr. Santarossa, unaware that she has been succumbing to clearly some very powerful brainwashing.
“Oh Renee,” said Dr. Santarossa, “you know when I said it was nothing to be ashamed of, I was kind of lying. This is very shameful behavior. You should be very ashamed. Are you ashamed?”
“Yes! I am a pervert! An awful pervert!”
“Yes! I am a pervert! An awful pervert!”
“How very true. I would imagine that only a pervert would come to her therapy session not wearing panties so that she could masturbate on my couch. Are you aware that you are masturbating right now Renee?”
“Oh my God! Why am I doing this? Why can’t I stop?! I’m so sorry, mistress- I mean doctor, I mean-”
Emma heard the doctor snap her fingers and utter a single word. “Sleep.” Renee slumped over sideways on the couch. Emma came on her fingers again. So incredibly fucking hot...even thought it was so incredibly fucking unethical. Emma had overloaded someone with shame and arousal before...but it was always in a heavily negotiated scene. To do this to someone without their consent...or even knowledge really...was just...so awful. But undeniably...so incredibly fucking hot.
Emma thought about the cruel, but consensual thing she’d done to Glass recently; tying his arousal to obedience and then setting him loose at one of her ‘parties’. Watching his confusion and embarrassment, as he was unable to stop himself from obeying the whims of any of the party-goers, and not understanding why. That look on his face as he walked around bottomless with his persistent erection serving drinks and...other services....just exquisite.
But admittedly, there was something tempered about these scenes, because, truly, without Glass’s consent ahead of time, she would have never tranced him so, and, truly, this was something he agreed to. There was consent. There was no true betrayal of himself. Consensual non-consensual.
But this doctor and Renee...this was actual non-consensual. Her panic, her desperation, it was all real...and yes...awful...terrible...still...incredibly fucking hot. That was undeniable. Which is why Emma felt so guilty that she was enjoying it so much. A forbidden fantasy best left to literotica and the imagination. But in real life...horrifying. And perhaps that is why she was so resolved to remedy the situation.
Emma resumed the video.
“That’s it Renee, deeper and deeper into trance. And the deeper you go, the more aroused you become, and the more aroused you are, the more obedient you are, because only obedient little slaves get to come for Mistress Cassandra. Isn’t that right, Renee?”
“yes...yes...I obey Cassandra.”
“Very good! It feels good to say those words, doesn’t it Renee?”
“yes...I obey Cassandra.” Renee moaned.
“And the more you say it, the truer it becomes. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes. I obey Cassandra.”
Tying her arousal to her obedience. How very familiar.
“Kneel before me Renee.”
Renee got on her knees before Cassandra. She bowed her head deeply at her feet.
“Worship my feet, slave.”
“Yes Mistress. I obey Cassndra.”
Renee carassed, massaged, kissed, and licked Cassandra’s feet with an urgent passion. Cassandra’s moans could be heard on the video.
“Worship my pussy, slave.”
“Yes Mistress. I obey Cassndra.”
Cassandra spread her legs wide for Renee and she moved up to dutifully lick at Cassandra. Again, there was a passion and a true lust coming from Renee. Cassandra’s legs were squirming and then stiffened when she came. Renee, just kept licking, like a drone.
“Stop slave. Lick my ass. Like the dirty slut you are.”
“Yes Mistress. I obey Cassndra.”
Cassandra stood up and bent over her chair, presenting her round ass to Renee’s face. Renee immediately buried her face and began to lick and tongue her. Emma wondered if Cassandra enjoyed the sensations or just enjoyed having Renee debase herself; getting off on the control rather than the sex itself.
When Cassandra had her fill, she commanded Renne to stop, undress, and remain perfectly still, like a statue.
Renee obeyed and remained there, still and at attention facing Cassandra. Cassandra took advantage of her statue to play with her body, as one might with a doll or a toy. She ran her hand over her body. Inserted her fingers inside her pussy, which received no reaction from Renee. Just still as a statue. Cassandra kissed and licked her pussy and worked her tongue down to Renee’s feet. Finally Emma got a glimpse of what Cassandra looked like.
A very pretty woman actually. Emma was expecting someone more homely. Someone using hypnosis to ensnare lovers to compensate for middling looks, but this woman would have no problem finding anyone who wanted to fuck her. Thick light brown hair. Dazzling green eyes. Athletic build. Prominent Italian nose, which gave her a slightly predatory look, like a hawk.
She fawned on Renee’s feet. Kissing and loving them. She commanded Renee to sit down, but still be as still as a statue so she could better hold and caress her feet. Sometimes she’d stop her caresses and just stare at the foot, while holding it. She stood up and placed a pillow below Renee’s foot. Cassandra’s short leather skirt slid to her ankles. Then her panties. Even on the video Emma could see they were soaked. She stepped out of them and knelt on the pillow, straddling Renee’s foot. As she gripped Renee’s calf she humped the foot, sliding back and forth and grinding on it. Emma could hear her moan and her breath grow shallow and hoarse as she came with a mighty fury. Her body shook as she grounded herself into Renee’s foot, her hands leaving scratch marks in Renee’s calf. And all the while, Renee, as still and as silent as a statue, unaware that she was the object of this intense lust.
Cassandra lifted herself off of Renee and took her panties and skirt with her. Renee’s foot glistened with moisture. Cassandra knelt down once more and licked Renee’s foot clean before drying off her foot with a hand towel.
When she was done, Cassandra returned to her chair and resumed her conversation with Renee.
“You are so wonderfully, deeply in trance, Renee...isn’t that right?”
“Yes mistress...I obey Cassandra.”
“When was the last time you felt the urge to smoke, Renee?”
“Right before I came here mistress. I was in the garage and I saw someone smoking while they were walking to their car and...” Renee trailed off.
“What did you do to control your urge, Renee?”
“I got so horny! Terribly horny! I leaned the seat back and lifted my skirt so I could rub myself...”
“Rub your what, Renee?” Cassandra reprimanded.
“Rub your what, Renee?” Cassandra reprimanded.
“Rub my...my pussy!”
“Good girl!”
Renee moaned.
“And I kept rubbing my pussy until I came and it felt so good and...”
“And you didn’t want to smoke any more, right?”
“Yes...no smoking...only pleasure...obedience...mistress”
“Good girl.”
Renee moaned again. A bit louder.
“And you didn’t want to smoke any more, right?”
“Yes...no smoking...only pleasure...obedience...mistress”
“Good girl.”
Renee moaned again. A bit louder.
“Oh you poor girl. You’ve gotten rather worked up, haven’t you? Well I’m sure Suzy will put that to good use. I’m going to bring you up in a moment....”
Cassandra reinforced her suggestions of sublimating Renee’s desire to smoke with sexual arousal. Emma thought it a bit odd, that there was at least some good coming out of these sessions. She also suggested that Renee would find her sexual dalliances perfectly normal. That there was nothing that would upset or shock her; that her sexual appetites were a ‘happy side-effect’ of giving up smoking, and how much she would enjoy them; how natural it was. Emma wondered if in a previous session, Cassandra had implanted the suggestion that Renee would feel guilt and shame over her sexual encounters. Perhaps she alternated. A fractionation of sorts.
Renee awoke from her trance, none the wiser of the intense sexual experience that had just taken place. She did comment on how good she felt, how wonderful it was that she had stopped smoking.
“And your increase in libido doesn’t concern you?”
“No!” Renee said enthusiastically. “A healthy libido is a natural thing. And I think Jake rather enjoys me being this frisky! Though I have to confess, doctor...and I hope this won’t embarrass you....some times you are in my sexual fantasies! Isn’t that crazy? I hope it’s not inappropriate for me to tell you that!”
Cassandra chuckled politely. “Well I’m quite flattered actually! But I’m afraid I must stay in those fantasies. I just could not cross that ethical boundary with a patient! Even one as lovely and charming as you!”
Both girls laughed. Emma was sure Cassandra was just loving teasing Renee this way.
Both girls laughed. Emma was sure Cassandra was just loving teasing Renee this way.
As Renee turned to leave, Cassandra called out to her, “Oh be sure to stop by Suzy’s desk. I think she had some billing or insurance forms to fill out or some such. Ta ta.”
Emma paused the file. She was awash with a mix of anger, arousal, and guilt. She wished...wished what she was watching was fiction. A creative, but highly realistic little porno someone had put together...but it wasn’t. It was abuse...no doubt, no grey line, straight up hypnotic abuse.
Emma thought about her friends in law enforcement. The Sisters of Themis. No...too brutal and too humiliating for Cassandra’s victims. Being dragged into the light like that...and not even getting the proper justice or revenge...yes, revenge they deserved. Emma thought about the Promethean Society, her cultivated sect of journalists, but that would present the same issues of bringing in the law. Momentarily Emma considered the Daughters of Erebus, her dark agents of chaos, but ruled out that option as too extreme. A dead body would not fix things. Emma even thought about The Order of Pasithea, whose very charter was dedicated to use of hypnosis for the benefit of society...which elicited a small laugh from her. How corrupted they were. She thought of her own hypnotic abuse by their memebers thoughrout her youth; either by good intentions twisted by power, or straight up maliciousness. No, if anyone was to stop Cassandra, it would have to be her.
Emma thought about her friends in law enforcement. The Sisters of Themis. No...too brutal and too humiliating for Cassandra’s victims. Being dragged into the light like that...and not even getting the proper justice or revenge...yes, revenge they deserved. Emma thought about the Promethean Society, her cultivated sect of journalists, but that would present the same issues of bringing in the law. Momentarily Emma considered the Daughters of Erebus, her dark agents of chaos, but ruled out that option as too extreme. A dead body would not fix things. Emma even thought about The Order of Pasithea, whose very charter was dedicated to use of hypnosis for the benefit of society...which elicited a small laugh from her. How corrupted they were. She thought of her own hypnotic abuse by their memebers thoughrout her youth; either by good intentions twisted by power, or straight up maliciousness. No, if anyone was to stop Cassandra, it would have to be her.
Emma removed her shoes and rested her feet on the settee. She’d never really had a particularl interest in feet. She loved having her feet massaged, rubbed, kissed, and licked, but not overly so. It wasn’t the end all be all. If anything she would have a subject do it so she could assert her hypnotic control over them. Drill in the subservience. Just like Cassandra.
Emma assessed her feet to be slightly on the prettier side of average if she was looking at them objectively. No pedicures for her. No creams, lotions or scented oils. They were just feet. Pale and ordinary. And rather large for a lady. Not dainty in the slightest and if she was being honest, not particularly feminine, but then she was 6 foot and decidedly substantial. She wondered if Cassandra would find her feet attractive. The kernel of a plan began to take form.
to be continued....