My Friend John
by GlassO
Like all the best stories, this one has a kernel of truth in it. Though names have been changed, some of you might recognize the players in this tale, either by association with me, or by the distinctive voice of the hypnotist in this lurid tale.
My Friend John
“Hey Glass, did I tell you what I did with my friend John last night?”
Caroline sprang this question on me as I stepped out of the shower, my hair still dripping and just a towel about my waist. I was surprised she was awake this early. I don’t think I even heard her come in last night.
And her friend John...how many times has she started this way? Just meandering into a story about trancing this non-existent person, and every time, I engage it, though I could not tell you a single thing about it. Whatever amnesia she casts upon me has made any memory of her John stories inaccessible.
I sat down on the unoccupied bed opposite her. Already I could feel myself tenting my towel. I briefly wondered if this was just a Pavlovian response to the idea that she was going to trance me, or if she’d put in an actual suggestion, tying my arousal to her words.
“I think I know where this is headed...” I said.
“What? Get the fuck out. I just want to tell you about this trance I did with my friend John, Glass! In fact, I want to explain it to you, so you know how to do it! I mean, that’s why you’re at a hypno con right? To learn cool shit?”
“Well....yeah...I mean...”
“Exactly! So shut the fuck up and listen to my story about what happened with my friend John last night. What I want you to do is pretend that my friend John is sitting there next to you and I want you to imagine what he’s doing as he goes into trance. I mean, you write all those stories, so you’ve got a great imagination right?”
“Yeah...”
“So you can probably picture someone sitting there getting hypnotized by me, right?”
“Sure.”
“Fantastic. Okay here we go....Hey John how’s it going? You having a good con?”
“Well....yeah...I mean...”
“Exactly! So shut the fuck up and listen to my story about what happened with my friend John last night. What I want you to do is pretend that my friend John is sitting there next to you and I want you to imagine what he’s doing as he goes into trance. I mean, you write all those stories, so you’ve got a great imagination right?”
“Yeah...”
“So you can probably picture someone sitting there getting hypnotized by me, right?”
“Sure.”
“Fantastic. Okay here we go....Hey John how’s it going? You having a good con?”
Caroline looked next to the empty space on the bed next to me, awaiting an answer.
“Glass, why don’t you speak for John? Imagine what he’d say. Just pretend you’re him.”
Yeah, this was going pretty much exactly where I thought it might be going.
I did my impression of this imaginary John. In my head he was much younger than both of us and I gave him a youthful voice.
“Things are fuckin’ awesome. Though I swear my tits are going to need a week to recover after the beating Duchess gave me. Hey tell me about the trance you had last night. Tell me what it felt like when you were deep, deep down.”
Caroline gestured for me to make something up. So I did. But imagined that John was saying these things.
“Well it was pretty intense. When I’m dropped deep like that, my body feels really heavy and wooden...like I’m made out of actual wood. And I can’t really move. And there’s this lovely tingle...”
I felt that tingle now. And I was feeling that heaviness settle in me. I was also aware my cock was growing, pressing against the towel. This was pretty transparent, even for Caroline. But fuck it, why not? Who doesn’t love a good trance in the morning? Though I wondered where this was going.
I felt that tingle now. And I was feeling that heaviness settle in me. I was also aware my cock was growing, pressing against the towel. This was pretty transparent, even for Caroline. But fuck it, why not? Who doesn’t love a good trance in the morning? Though I wondered where this was going.
“Heavy, wooden, and tingly...interesting. Are you feeling any of those sensations now?” Caroline was still addressing the invisible John sitting next to me.
“Yes,” I said.
“Well that’s great. You’re doing great. Say John, Have you ever experienced titnosis?”
“What?”
“Titnosis.”
“What is titnosis?” I asked innocently, as I imagined John might. Though I had a strong notion of what it might be.
“Well John, titnosis is a fixation-based induction wherein the subject enters a deep state of hypnosis by staring at my tits. All I have to do, is show my victim, I mean, my subject my tits and their eyes just focus in on them and they start to feel even heavier, more wooden, and more tingly.
And the more intently they stare, the deeper they go... and because they are so lovely to look at, the subject can’t help but to stare at them and imagine what they feel like. Imagine squeezing them, or sucking on them. Like think about looking at tree bark. Just by looking at the texture of the bark you can very easily imagine what it would be like to run your hands on it. The roughness, the texture. Well, it’s the same with my tits. Just by looking at them you can imagine how they would feel in your hands, being stroked and squeezed. You’ve done that before so you know exactly how they feel. The mind gets filled with those images and ideas as the body and the mind gets heavier, more wooden, and more tingly.”
Predictably, I was feeling all those things. And I had a terribly wonderful sense of anticipation. My cock was also feeling wonderfully thick and tingly as well.
“So John...what do you think will happen if I just lower my dress here and show you my tits?”
“I think I’ll go into trance.”
“Fuck yeah you will. So easily.”
And Caroline lowered her dress in one smooth go. She had no bra on underneath...just those beautiful, bountiful breasts. Heavy and full, and soft and sweet. She cupped them for me to have a better look. Predictably, I stared at them with soft eyes and felt that wave of heaviness just sweep through my body. I felt my eyelids wanting to drop, but also felt them wanting to stay open to just enjoy the sight. My cock felt even more stiff and began to tingle with more intensity. Like that electric sensation I get when I come in a wet dream.
She looked at me with pity.
“Oh poor John. You’re so hypnotized and turned on aren’t you?”
“Yeah...” I heard myself answer.
“And your cock is so stiff and needy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. ”I said with a bit more urgency.
“I’ll bet you’d love to stroke it for me, wouldn’t you, John?”
“Yes.” I thought about how good it would feel to rub my cock in front of Caroline. I thought about cumming on her tits. It made my cock tingle with more intensity.
“Oh, but your arms are so heavy and limp...I think you’ll find you can’t possibly move them...they are so helpless and loose and limp...just useless...isn’t that right?”
“Oh, but your arms are so heavy and limp...I think you’ll find you can’t possibly move them...they are so helpless and loose and limp...just useless...isn’t that right?”
She was right. I tried moving my hands but they would not respond. They just rested uselessly on the bed.
“Yes...I...”
“Well why don’t take care of that towel so we can see what we’re dealing with here.”
Caroline got on her knees before me and untied the towel, freeing my cock. It occurred to me this was the first time she’d seen my cock. Though we were sharing a room and had engaged in a lot of kinky hypno play, there was still a certain level of modesty we’d kept with each other. Below the waist modesty...I never really questioned about it...it just fit for us.
But here I was...exposed to her...and helpless to her. Straining towards her. Yearning for her.
“Oh my John...I can’t believe you’ve been holding back on me. Your cock is beautiful So stiff. And your balls are so tight. I think you might come soon. Do you think you’re going to come soon? Are you thinking about how good it feels to come...just wave after wave of pleasure as you shoot?”
“Yes...I...uh...” it was getting hard to speak. My mind was drowning in the memory of an orgasm.
“Yes...I...uh...” it was getting hard to speak. My mind was drowning in the memory of an orgasm.
Caroline cupped her breasts again and squeezed them together. Slowly she began to move them up and down, tantalizingly close to my cock.
“I’ll bet you can imagine what it would feel like if I were slide your cock between my tits. That delicious friction with my soft skin...up and down...up and down. Look at my tits Glass. See how they hypnotize you and making you come. Come for me Glass. Watch and come.”
As she bobbed her tits before me, and I could imagine my cock in between them. I could see it. I could feel it. That soft skin and that pressure. I felt it as real as if it were happening. And I felt helpless as I felt the rush of orgasm overtake me. That electric charge deep within me that ran to the tip of cock and back to the root which puts me in the thrall of an orgasmic trance; when there is nothing I can do but come; where I am helpless to it. Helpless to her.
My cock erupted with a long powerful stream of come that covered Caroline’s face in a vertical stripe and well into her hair. There was a second, shorter ejaculation, but it seemed inconsequential next to the first one. If Caroline was shocked or pleased with this, I could not tell as I was so deeply focused on her breasts. There was nothing else in my world. I did not even realize what was happening when Caroline grabbed my cock, gave it a sharp tug and commanded me, “Sleep!” I was vaguely aware she was pushing my body backwards on the bed, and that my eyes were rolling up inside my head while my eyelids gave up their fight to stay open.
“....and 3 coming up a bit more....and 4...more awake now...and 5, wide awake...wake up Glass! Awake for me now!”
I was still on the bed. Still naked. Spent. Caroline was sitting next to me, with a devilish grin. Her dress was back in place. Her face had been cleaned of cum.
“Oh my God Glass you are so adorable. That was just too precious. I love your cock. I love your adoring face. I love how obedient you are to me. It’s just too sweet.”
“Holy fuck Caroline..that was...it was like the nicest wet dream...like I was aware of what was happening, but also aware I wasn’t fucking or stroking, but there was this electric current that was going to make me come and I was helpless to it...I mean...it was so intense-”
“Holy fuck Caroline..that was...it was like the nicest wet dream...like I was aware of what was happening, but also aware I wasn’t fucking or stroking, but there was this electric current that was going to make me come and I was helpless to it...I mean...it was so intense-”
Caroline cut me off by lowering her dress again. I felt that familiar drop as I zeroed in on her tits. Felt my body and mind just go soft.
“That’s it Glass, just go deeper and deeper for me. Everytime you look at me tits you drop into this wonderful hypnotic trance, and it feels so good to drop for me, and the deeper you go the better it feels and the better feels the deeper you go...that’s it..even deeper now...and when your eyes get so heavy you just allow them to close and think about my tits in your mind’s eye which will take you even deeper and deeper down....”
Caroline took advantage of this trigger many times over the weekend. Dropping me for her personal pleasure and to show me off to many of our visitors, and once even in a class.
In my defense, they are spectacular tits.