The Tables Have Turned
by GlassO
I never objected to the one-sided aspect of my hypnotic relationship with Gabby. I am, after all, by every imaginable metric, a huge hypno slut, so why would I object to the way she could drop me into trance so effortlessly over and over again. Of course, that was part of the conditioning she was instilling in me; tying my arousal to the ease in which I entered trance for her. When she would flash her tits at me and my mind would grow foggy and my cock would grow hard made it so easy for her to control me. Taking out my cock and stroking for her. Letting her suck on me while I was helpless to resist, helpless to move, and then allowing my orgasm to drop me even deeper into trance where she would plant more suggestions in my softened mind.
Once upon a time I tried to exert the upper hand...I thought I was being so sneaky...covertly talking about someone else I had tranced, trying to draw her in...only to be countered with her story about her friend John, and I, like the amateur I am/was, listened to it intently, blissfully unaware it wasn’t a story being told to educate me, but a story to seduce me, to seduce my mind, and I went down so easily for her...to this day I still couldn’t tell you what was in that story, but even now, all she has to say is, “Have I told you about my friend, John” and already I feel that haze clouding my mind, and my focus zeroing in on her words.
For months I plotted how to “get revenge” on my nemesis. I’d tried many times to lure her into trance covertly, but my schemes were always thwarted and turned on me. How often did I find myself naked and unexpectedly covered in my own cum while she leered over me, my mouth engulfed by her tit?
I knew she wanted me to take control. We talked about it often. Her fantasy of being made mindless, helpless. To be a fuck doll, unaware that she is being used as a masturbation toy for another. It was this deep, intense fantasy that would be her undoing.
I encouraged it in her. Had her speak about it often. Asked her to describe it to me. Had her create elaborate scenarios. She would describe being drugged. Someone sneaking into her bedroom and covering her face with a gas mask...she has only a few moments to realize what is happening before she succumbs...and then they have her way with her...stripping her, playing with her limp body and taking advantage of her natural response to suck when something is placed in her mouth. How Gabby loves to suck. Fingers, cock, it doesn’t matter. It gets her off. That feeling of being used. She described to me how she wakes up, tasting cum in her mouth, and feeling the bruises on her tits and her body, not knowing what happened...and it excites her terribly.
Other times she describes a hypnotist who has been dropping her repeatedly; taking her deeper and deeper each time, she feels her will, her agency fading from her. When he tells her to take out her tits she feels the reluctance, but the desire to obey overwhelms that and she complies. He keeps bringing her almost out of trance...and then dropping her back down...deeper and deeper each time. She feels her thoughts evaporating; her will evaporating; and it excites her tremendously. She’s aware of how wet this is making her; and how the scent of her arousal must be turning him on. Eventually she loses all awareness and sinks so deep, that when this hypnotist lays her back and fucks her throat, she has no memory of the experience.
When she describes these scenarios I can hear the arousal in her voice. I can tell when it makes her come. I can hear her touching herself. The moan in her voice. The tension that builds and then fades with release. I have found my in.
There are many pathways to the subconscious mind. The ones I decided to zero in on were: shifting focus; fractionation; and the most important one: imagination. I don’t think hypnotists focus on imagination as much as they should. Imagination sits along side the subconscious in my book. Once you have the imagination on your side, everything else follows easily and naturally.
A lot of traditional hypnosis will place emphasis on an external focus, “the sound of my voice” or “stare at the spot on the wall”. But I have found that internal focus to be a more effective means of trancing. Focusing on something in the imagination. An image, a memory, a sound.
There are many pathways to the subconscious mind. The ones I decided to zero in on were: shifting focus; fractionation; and the most important one: imagination. I don’t think hypnotists focus on imagination as much as they should. Imagination sits along side the subconscious in my book. Once you have the imagination on your side, everything else follows easily and naturally.
A lot of traditional hypnosis will place emphasis on an external focus, “the sound of my voice” or “stare at the spot on the wall”. But I have found that internal focus to be a more effective means of trancing. Focusing on something in the imagination. An image, a memory, a sound.
My means of attack on Gabby was this focus on this internal imagery. Having her get lost in this fantasy, and then rapidly shifting her focus to something else; fractionating her. People don’t realize fractionation isn’t just in and out of trance, it can be in and out of anything; emotional states, objects of focus. I’d sense her getting lost in the fantasy, getting horny, and then I’d snap her back to something else...and then turn the topic to her fantasy again. On top of this, I’d start checking in on her emotional state, seeing how she felt, and reinforcing how good she felt exploring the fantasy, and talking about how much it felt like being in hypnosis when she got lost in that fantasy...that’s when I felt her slip...so unconsciously into trance...enjoying the fantasy, enjoying feeling so terribly horny and needy..I fed that...and when I asked her if she wanted to go deeper...I heard that breathy “yes”...that surrender...and more agreement from her; does she want to go into hypnosis? “Yes...” Does she want to go into hypnosis for me? “Yes...” And does she want to go into hypnosis right now? “Yes...”
And I took her deeper down....
Once I had my foothold I kept it up. Kept having her describe the fantasy to me, and kept her touching herself, making herself come for me, and having her orgasm take her deeper for me, to deepen the groove of Pavlovian conditioning I was working. That every orgasm I gave her dropped her further into trance, making her open to my suggestions. And exhausting her. Physically and mentally to where she could not resist me.
And I took her deeper down....
Once I had my foothold I kept it up. Kept having her describe the fantasy to me, and kept her touching herself, making herself come for me, and having her orgasm take her deeper for me, to deepen the groove of Pavlovian conditioning I was working. That every orgasm I gave her dropped her further into trance, making her open to my suggestions. And exhausting her. Physically and mentally to where she could not resist me.
This cycle continued for some time. We’d chat on the video and I’d see her growing restless. Waiting for me to say the words that would start the cycle again. I’d tease her mercilessly...make her wait; make her needy. Make her want to drop for me so she could delve into fantasy again. Each time the fantasy was more real for her. Seeing her come out of trance; confused. Taking a moment to realize where she was. That she hadn’t been sucking a cock; that the taste of cum in her mouth was just a memory revisited.
When we met up...I’m sure it was holding a place in her mind. She definitely was not herself. She had not even attempted to trance me. There was something...docile about her. Subservient. Not her usual toppy self to me. I could tell she was waiting. It was quite a rush...having power over her.
She put up no resistance when the time came. I asked her to describe the fantasy to me. About what it would be like to be so deep and tranced that she was completely unaware of the things happening to her...and as she talked, and as I agreed with everything she said, I saw her slipping...her eyes growing glassy and distant.
And when I told her to close her eyes and describe further, I saw her offer no resistance. And then when I pulled her hair so unexpectedly and commanded her to sleep so forcefully, she collapsed backwards, a helpless rag doll.
She put up no resistance when the time came. I asked her to describe the fantasy to me. About what it would be like to be so deep and tranced that she was completely unaware of the things happening to her...and as she talked, and as I agreed with everything she said, I saw her slipping...her eyes growing glassy and distant.
And when I told her to close her eyes and describe further, I saw her offer no resistance. And then when I pulled her hair so unexpectedly and commanded her to sleep so forcefully, she collapsed backwards, a helpless rag doll.
I spent a full hour bringing her up and deeper down into this hypnotic state. Almost waking her, but then dragging her back down. Putting her down so deeply and so distantly, until she could no longer respond to me. I slid down her dress exposing those beautiful breasts. For a moment I felt myself wanting to go into trance myself, but without Gabby to encourage me, I was able to shake off the tranciness. I gave a nipple a tentative pinch. No response. I was certain she was in the Esdaile state. I began to pinch and twist her nipples mercilessly as she enjoys in consciousness. No response. I undressed. I was momentarily disappointed that Gabby was not awake to see the erection she’d given me. It throbbed impatiently towards her. It needed her.
She seemed so vulnerable. Asleep and half-naked on the bed. Like a blissful goddess. I tested her mouth with my thumb. I was rewarded with a deep sucking. Passionate and insistent. Her tongue swirled around it as she drew it in. I withdrew it and I think I saw a flash of disappointment on her face.
I replaced my thumb with my cock and she resumed her sucking. Powerful and passionate. I felt her draw me in and I responded with a gentle thrusting, slowly fucking her throat. She did not stir from her unconscious state. I began to thrust harder; convinced she would not awaken. Her mouth and throat were so tight, I wanted it to last, but I felt the orgasm approaching and I knew I could not deny it.
I held her head in my hands as I came. Long and deep in her mouth and throat. I had been edging myself for a few days and my orgasm reflected this. Reflexively she swallowed and after I was spent she kept sucking. As I withdrew I could see the pearly drops on her lips.
I covered her tits and got dressed. It was hard bringing her out of trance. She was so deep, and so blissfully happy there that she would slip back under when she’d start to up. Eventually I got her there.
I covered her tits and got dressed. It was hard bringing her out of trance. She was so deep, and so blissfully happy there that she would slip back under when she’d start to up. Eventually I got her there.
When she awoke fully (or as awake as I could get her) she could tell that something was off. She wondered why her tits were sore. She wondered why she tasted cum in her mouth. She wondered if I’d hypnotized her to experience those sensations. I could tell it was really turning her on. I teased her a bit...but eventually I told her the truth. All of it. How I’d been conditioning her for the past month and how I’d dropped her and used her like a sex toy...and I was telling her I could see getting turned on. She slipped a hand under her dress and began to stroke herself as I told the tale. She asked me for my thumb and she sucked on it greedily. She came over and over again, and then she had me tell the story again.