Hypno Cock Blocked
by GlassO
A few notes:
The main character in this story has signed off on its publication, even though I've changed her name.
There is no narration regarding the scene negotiations, but I assure you, there were and all ethical considerations and boundaries were established.
I shall leave it to the reader to decide where fact and fiction diverged.
So let me start off by saying that this is NOT a true story.
Well, parts of it are true, but I’m fabricating a lot of what might have been.
The names, other than my own, have been changed to protect the identities of the guilty parties.
Svetlana and I met in a class. It was the second day of Charmed so I was pretty factionated by this point. Anything and everything put me into trance.
I was a hypno bunny in this class, and was given the suggestion that I was in love with this person. And I was. As much as I love the sexual charge that comes with hypnosis, I have to confess, the emotional connection also strikes deep within me. Perhaps I have a trust fetish.
When I was brought out of hypnosis, I was no longer in love with Svetlana... however the memory of being in love with her remained. I was aware it was an artificial state, and yet I was enjoying the memory. We talked after the class. She was new to hypnosis. Feeling her way around the kink. I offered to share my knowledge. Back in my room. And I swear... my intentions were *mostly* honorabe. I think.
We went up to my room to be unexpectedly greeted by my adventurous roommate, Schmellipses. I had expected her to be out and about. Her Charmed dance card generally overflows with scenes, and like me, she is delightfully switchy. That said, her skills as a hypnotist are top drawer. We have hypno dueled many times and I have never come out on top.
An example of her skills: It was at some point at this Charmed that she put a trigger (one of many apparently) in me to count to twelve to the tune of the Pointer Sisters’ Sesame Street pinball animation. I only discovered this was a trigger subsequent to Charmed, wherein I found myself counting to 12 out loud repeatedly on video calls we were in, and it struck me as odd that I was doing that and I asked her about it. That’s when I found out about what she had done to me. And that there were other triggers lurking as well. Fucking hot.
Anyway, I introduced Svetlana to Schmellipses and explained what had transpired in class, and the private lesson plan I had in mind. Honestly, I can’t blame Schmellipses for what she did next. Her mischievous nature would not have it any other way.
“You know Glass,”she said.”I should introduce her to my friend John. You remember my friend John, right Glass?”
There is a another story I’ve written. Again, not a true story... but with true parts about My Friend John. Look it up if you want the backstory on this encounter with Schmellipses.
What happened after this, after Schmellipses asked me about her friend John, I recall as you might recall a dream. I remember being there. I remember things happening, but I remember them as if I was a spectator. And that I was following a certain kind of dream logic at the time. That things that shouldn’t make sense, just did.
I thought about her friend John. How she would hypnotize him. She would tell me about how she would hypnotize him with confusing words. By overloading him. I could visualize this quite clearly though I had never met him. I suppose I imagined myself as John and watching myself getting hypnotized by Schmellipses, just the way she described. That his heavy and lazy limbs were my limbs. That his slow thoughts were my slow thoughts and that his intense focus on her voice, was my intense focus on her voice.
Schmellipses told me that I didn’t have to pay attention to her words when she wasn’t touching me. That I could just go deeper into trance as I thought about her friend John, and about the last time she told me about him.
I thought about this. I remembered the intense sexual experience (see previous story) we had and it was arousing me terribly. I could see Schmellipses talking to Svetlana and gesturing to me. Presumably explaining what she was doing to me. Explaining what was possible in hypnosis. And presumably negotiating the scene that was unfolding. Which was now her scene.
Schmellipses was touching my shoulder now. Talking to me.
“How are you doing Glass,” she said merrily. “Looks like you’re reliving some pretty happy memories right now.” and she glanced down at my tenting pants.
“Uh..yeah, I’m uh...”I heard myself say. Or something equally unintelligible. Usually I can be quite chatty in trance, but when I’m so intensely aroused like this, when I’ve got so much playing in my head... conversation becomes difficult. LIke it’s hard to access words. At least it does with Schmellipses. I imagine that is by her design.
And then Schmellipses said these exact things to Svetlana. How she conditioned me to drop into hypnosis when she mentions her friend John. How my IQ drops when I get aroused by her. How compliant I get when she arouses me.
“Glass, “she said to me.” Can you imagine what it would feel like if there were helium balloons tied to your wrists? And I’m not talking about just one or two balloons. I’m talking about dozens. Maybe hundreds. Just pulling those arms up up up...”
And I watched as my arms floated upward. Like they weren’t even my arms. Someone else’s. I felt wonderfully detached from my own body. Like a passenger.
“That’s right Glass. Just like that. You’re doing so well.”
Schmellipses took advantage of my upraised arms to help me out of my shirt. And then my pants. And my boxers. And I just stood there, hands high in the air while she displayed her mastery over me.
“Isn’t it lovely?” she remarked to Svetlana. “Need is such a primal motivator. Glass’ need to come for example. He is pretty easy even when he’s not so hard and needy, but aroused like this...he has no choice but to obey. Isn’t that right Glass?”
“Yes...”
“Yes...”
“Poor Glass...you thought you were going to seduce sweet innocent Svetlana, and now here you are, naked and erect for her. You’re blushing terribly Glass. I’ll bet you’d like to hide your face, wouldn’t you, Glass?”
“Yes...please.”
“Well you can try.. You can try and lower those hands and hide your face...or your cock. But you can’t can you? They’re just stuck. Stuck up in the air. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes...I...I can’t...I-”
“Yes...I...I can’t...I-”
“Shh...imagine those helium balloons deflating now...sinking down to the ground, deeper and deeper down, as you go even deeper down and down into trance”
I saw my arms slowly lower to my sides. My whole body began to feel heavy.
I saw my arms slowly lower to my sides. My whole body began to feel heavy.
“Look at me, Glass,” Schmellipses commanded. She held my chin in her hand and pinned me with her intense stare. Such a contradiction. Schmellipses has this angelic face. Full of grace and kindness. But her stare...men...and women, they all wither under her intense stare. It is irresistible and uncompromising. Once she has captured your attention with that gaze it is impossible to look away.
“Good boy,” she said as she fluttered her fingers downward in front of me. “And drop deeper for me.”
I closed my eyes and everything went black.
“And up up up!” Schmellipses said brightly.
I opened my eyes. I felt... awake? Like not hypnotized...but something was off. Schmellipses had taken her blouse off and her generous breasts were just out there, just asking to be held and squeezed. The thought gave my cock a pleasurable surge. How wonderful it would be. To squeeze and massage those massive tits. So perfectly round and beautiful. So terribly beautiful. I could imagine my cock sliding between them. That soft skin...like silk. Sliding up and down...and up and down. My cock was really straining now. It felt like I might come soon. I looked down. I was naked. I vaguely remember being undressed, but it seemed perfectly natural.
I turned to look for Svetlana...I’d almost forgotten about her. She was sitting in the recliner. Her clothes were gone as well. She was furiously masturbating and staring at me and Schmellipses with a kind of desperate intensity.
“Did...did you do something to her?” I asked Schmellipses.
“What do you think, Glass?” smirked Schmellipses. “She looks pretty needy, don’t you think? Looks like she wants to come. It’s too bad she can’t. That no matter how hard she tries, she’s just not able to come until...that thing that makes her come happens. Isn’t that right, Svetlana?”
Svetlana stroked herself even harder. There was a sheen of sweat forming on her brow.
“Yes...please...please...I need...”
“You need to what?” Schmellipses asked innocently.
“I need to come!” she said.
“Isn’t that awful, Glass?” Schmellipses asked me. “She’s kind of like you. So horny and needy, which makes her so easy to drop...just like you Glass. And..hey Glass what’s happening with your hands, there?”
I noticed my hands were rising up towards Schmellipses’s breasts. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it. Like they were doing that all on their own. Her breasts were becoming an obsession for me. All I could think about was squeezing them and coming on them.
“I don’t know what’s happening...but I need...I need...”
“You need my breasts? Oh how flattering, Glass. “She giggled. “And tell me what will happen when you squeeze my breasts and all that pleasure surges into your brain?”
“I’m gonna...come for you.”
“Oh no Glass! You’re gonna come!? How embarrassing for you! Coming so early, and right in front of Svetlana! What will she think of you when you come like that?”
Svetlana piped up from her chair. “Please! Please let him come!”
My hands kept moving closer and closer. I wanted them to stop. Because I knew what would happen when they took hold. I would be lost.
“Oh well, it sounds like Svetlana wants to see you come Glass! I wonder why that is?!”
My hands were but inches from Schmellipses. I was so torn by this desire...but also this deep shame of what would happen. I fought..and for a moment I thought I could hold out... until Schmellipses decided to take charge again.
“Oh this is ridiculous, here” And with that she stepped forward, grabbed my hands and put them squarely on her breasts.
That’s all it took. I was overcome.
My hips bucked and I spurted generously on Schmellipses. I wanted to cover my cock. I wanted to cover my face, but hands were helplessly kneading and squeezing Schmellipses’s tits.
In the corner I could hear Svetlana having her own release. She moaned furiously and loudly as she came hard.
Again and again my hips bucked as spurted long ropes on Schmellipses. It was ecstatic and deeply humiliating at the same time. To be so helpless to her. To be so easy. To be made to come like this in front of this stranger who I was hoping to seduce.
As the orgasm subsided I was relieved that a powerful sense of drowsiness overcame me. I wished for nothing but to retreat into sleep to escape this humiliation. It felt like I’d been drugged. Schmellipses smiled as she watched my eyelids droop and my legs grow unsteady. She helped me lay back on the bed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Svetlana with her eyes closed in the recliner, her body looking relaxed.
“That’s right Glass,” Schmellipses “You’ve done such a wonderful job being my hypno bunny. So obedient and pliant, and now you can just drift off into a deep, deep sleep, listening to my words and the sound of my voice. I love making you come. I love dropping you into trance. It’s so adorable and sweet. You make my heart happy.”
As I felt the last of my consciousness slipping away I felt Schmellipses give me a chaste kiss on my cheek...and then I was gone.
As I felt the last of my consciousness slipping away I felt Schmellipses give me a chaste kiss on my cheek...and then I was gone.