As always, the descent into trance brought with it a pleasant shock of remembrance as Roshan realized all over again just how wonderful it felt to be hypnotized by her lover. Her eyes took on that delicious heaviness that made her want to struggle to keep them open, just so she could enjoy the sensual weakness she felt when her eyelids fluttered and drooped despite her best efforts and she discovered all over again that she didn't have the strength to resist. "That's my good girl," David purred, and his praise brushed with silky grace across the surface of her mind like a caress that touched every part of her body at once.

The strength went out of her limbs quickly, far faster than Roshan anticipated, but as always David was there to catch her and he half-guided, half-dragged her the short distance to the bed so she could slump into limp immobility on the mattress. She heard herself let out the warmest, happiest sigh of blissful relaxation, and the gentle pulse of pleasure between her thighs was already telling her that this was going to be a very special night. Her body was already primed for the pleasure David was so skilled at instilling, and it had been just long enough since their last session that she was feeling a tiny bit desperate to be owned.

They were all special, really; between David's graduate studies and her work schedule, they really only got the chance to spend a whole evening in one another's direct and personal company once every couple of weeks. The rest of the time was video calls and lunch dates and constant playful texting, and while those satisfied Roshan on an emotional level they couldn't possibly compare with the delightful lassitude she experienced when David dropped her so deep she was practically a rag doll and his fever-warm fingers did all the work she normally had to do herself.

And his fingers were... oh, they were so wonderfully talented. "That's my deep and drowsy dolly," he purred, stroking and caressing her lush breasts through her cashmere sweater, and Roshan couldn't help letting out a sleepy whimper as the soft fibers stroked her light brown skin into luxurious ecstasy. She'd chosen tonight's outfit more for style than for comfort, wanting to look her best for her boyfriend on one of the rare occasions she could really get dolled up and show herself off, but she had to admit that the whispering sensation of fine wool against her body had its own special luxury. Within moments, she was squirming gently under his touch.

"Just relax and let go, darling girl," he murmured, "let that pretty mind melt into my touch and my will until all that's left is pleasure." His rich baritone voice felt like it was caressing her thoughts the same way the sweater rubbed against her sensitive breasts, leaving her panting with a surprisingly intense arousal as her legs unthinkingly spread wider and her skirt rode further and further up her writhing thighs. Not that it was truly a surprise to her, not after three years of submitting to David's hypnotic will online and in person, but the delightful thing about hypnosis was that it always felt new every time she sank into relaxation and experienced it all over again.

Even her own responsiveness surprised her--Roshan didn't actually recall making a conscious decision to repeat back, "All that's left is pleasure," in a drowsy monotone that sounded every inch like the hypnotized slave girls in the movies and television shows that sparked her fantasies in the first place. But that only made it hotter, precisely because it felt more real; she and David had spent so long negotiating and checking in and confirming one another's boundaries and limits that they were automatic and intuitive now, and there was something utterly blissful about knowing she could trust her lover so completely that his power over her conscious mind felt genuinely irresistible.

"Good girl!" he exclaimed, and the warm praise in his voice made her audibly mewl in ecstatic arousal. She could feel her pussy beginning to leak into the fabric of her satin panties, not quite enough yet to make a visible wet spot but definitely enough to tell her that one wasn't very far away. "And pleasure always wins, doesn't it, darling?" He slid one hand down between her legs, rubbing her cunt until it felt like her whole mind was draining down into her stiff, throbbing clit. It never took David very long to turn Roshan into a needy slut for him when they were physically together like this.

The words stroked away at Roshan's drained and drowsy mind, leaving her luxuriating in their caresses until her every thought felt as soft and warm and sensual as the sweater that brushed against her skin whenever she squirmed and wriggled under David's touch. By the time she heard herself utter, "Pleasure always wins," she was halfway convinced it was genuinely her own notion and not the programming of a hypnotic lover she'd spent so long submitting to that resistance was only an abstract philosophical concept to her anymore. He did have a way with pleasure, after all. And it had so thoroughly defeated her that she didn't even want to win.

When David brushed her panties aside, exposing her slick and hairy pussy to his questing fingers, Roshan let out a groan of helpless anticipation; there were certain traditions to their intimate evenings together, after all, and when David got her wet and needy like this it was always with a very specific intent in mind. Years of brainwashing, literal years of brainwashing and Roshan couldn't stop thinking about how hot that sounded when it was put so bluntly and openly like that and all she wanted to do was masturbate herself stupid but she was too limp to do anything more than squirm... years of brainwashing told her exactly what her lover was going to do to her, and she couldn't wait for it to happen.

Sure enough, she felt him pressing something against the entrance to her wet cunt, lovingly working it inside her until it was so slick with her musk that it slid freely and easily in and out of her. He fucked her with it for a little while, repeating, "Pleasure always wins," and waiting patiently for her to repeat it back to him before rewarding her with a few more thrusts, but Roshan knew this was only an appetizer, a little amuse-chatte before he began the serious business of pleasuring her. And already her mouth hung open whenever she wasn't speaking in expectation of her role as his obedient slut.

But the buzz of the toy managed to surprise her nonetheless. Because Roshan wasn't really thinking anymore, not in any meaningful sense, and as a result even the most ritualistic of pleasures arrived fresh and unspoiled in her empty mind. Roshan's hips hitched in thoughtless ecstasy as the remote control vibrator began to pulse inside her in a pattern her cunt recognized perfectly as an invitation to sink even deeper into David's trance and his mesmerizing control, and it was an invitation she gratefully, eagerly accepted.

His hand moved away from her cunt after that, but she was too focused on the utter ecstasy of his diligent, attentive touch at the controls of the vibrator to think too much about it; this was yet another way that playing together for so very long had made her uniquely and delightfully vulnerable to his brainwashing and control. They'd spent many a delightful hour together over video chat with her in a very light trance and him trying out pattern after hypnotic pattern on her swollen, throbbing clit until he knew exactly what made her weakest and wettest, and he was using the skills he'd developed now to melt her into total obedience. Roshan's whole mind was as soft as cashmere now, and she loved every bit of it.

And when he straddled her face, resting his cock and balls directly over her open mouth, the buzz between her thighs left Roshan with no question of what to do to satisfy the burning need inside her hypnotized mind. She began to lavish attention on every inch of his flushed, throbbing cock and heavy balls, licking him up and down with slow, reverent patience before letting his dick rest on her face and twitch out gush after gush of salty precum onto her while she slurped and sucked on his nuts. All the while that buzz kept pulsing away inside her cunt, convincing her dazed and dreamy brain that nothing could possibly bring her more pleasure than servicing David with her lips and tongue.

Time began to melt and distend like warm taffy, the patterned buzz of the vibrator building to a climax that blended so smoothly into the next and the next and the next that Roshan stopped being able to differentiate them. She simply existed in a state of perpetual orgasm, an incandescent glow that settled over her mind and body and made submission a thing of pure and perfect bliss. Every last nerve was being caressed with cashmere now, its touch on her hypnotized brain enticing her ever deeper into surrender, and even though Roshan knew this was exactly what drew her back to trance again and again it nonetheless managed to astonish her the same way it did every time. Because memory could never capture a feeling this intense.

Eventually it had to end, at least for a while. David's self-control gave out and he jetted hot salty cum all over her--and thankfully he was facing her head, or Roshan's cashmere sweater would have required some dry cleaning it would have been highly embarrassing to explain--and when the toy finally slowed to a halt and Roshan began to emerge from her trance she realized just how wrung out from pleasure her body truly was. She'd been tensing and relaxing her muscles so many times it was practically a workout.

David went and got her water bottle so that she didn't have to get up, though, and he cleaned her face off with a warm washcloth so she didn't have to deal with the sensation of the drying semen as it got progressively tackier on her skin. Then he settled onto the bed next to her, cuddling her and petting her while she dozed and drowsed in something that wasn't quite trance, wasn't quite sleep, but had the delectable coziness of both of them mixed in. Roshan could hear David talking to her while she drifted, telling her what a good girl she was and how proud he was of her, but not in the same enticing way he did during a scene. This felt comfortable and soothing and intimate and in its own way better than everything that came before it.

But these special evenings were always too erotically charged to end with just a single scene, and Roshan realized she was ready for more when she felt David's warm hand cupping her cheek and caressing her lips and she unthinkingly opened her mouth to suck on his thumb with the same mindless, mesmerized enthusiasm she'd lavished on his cock only a little while ago. The swelling ecstasy of fulffilling her hypnotically instilled oral fixation soon sent Roshan sinking right back down into trance, even deeper than before thanks to her fractionated state, and before she knew it Roshan had three fingers in her messy cunt while she moaned in absolute bliss.

They made sure to take off the cashmere sweater this time, though, along with every other stitch of Roshan's clothing. Because she was already thinking about pleasuring his cock again... and this time, Roshan wanted her lover to decorate her pendulous tits with splash after hot, salty splash of cum as evidence of his uncontrollable lust for her. And it delighted her to know that his brainwashing only intensified that desire.

THE END