"I'm blowing a little pleasure into your brain," Caryn murmured, her warm breath tickling Dylan's ear and making her hypnotic imagery that tiny bit more vivid in his imagination. "Just a little at first, just enough to give you that tiny rush of addictive bliss that makes you crave the next dose all the more because you know how good it feels to let me into your head and let yourself grow more and more euphoric under my control. Feel that soft, mesmerizing ecstasy billow into your mind and drift in and out of your thoughts, sweetie. Doesn't it feel good?" Dylan gave a tiny, absent-minded nod as he focused on the sensations his lover was evoking and went deeper. His eyes were already closed, and he pictured every word coming out of Caryn's mouth in a rush of thick pink fog.

"That's right, good boy," she whispered, her fingers gently caressing the pebbly surface of his stiff nipples in time with her words. Every touch made his cock twitch a little bit more, slowly rising off his pale pink belly in greater and greater heights of arousal, but he didn't reach down to stroke it. His body felt too heavy for that, movement seeming far too much like work when all he needed to do was lie back and listen and all the pleasure he desired would simply float straight into his receptive brain. "There's a little more, now, and a little more beyond that, and now you're beginning to feel those first tingles of lovely sensual heat for me. There's always room for more, isn't there?"

Dylan felt his head bobbing up and down in another nod, a sleepy smile beginning to spread across his bearded face as the suggestions he'd become so blissfully accustomed to accepting made the pink fog that flowed into his head feel enticingly real. "Good boy!" Caryn cooed enthusiastically, seeing the smile and knowing exactly what effect her words were having on him. "Feel it pouring in, feel it intensifying those lovely sensations of deep and potent arousal for me, and if that pretty mind begins to feel a little bit full, well... my sweet little pet knows just what to do. Just open that mouth, let out a deep sigh, and exhale a few of those boring thoughts for me. You can do it, can't you?"

Dylan let his lips part, his lungs filling with air for a moment before he expelled it all out in a whoosh and felt his mind go out with it. It always felt like he was creating a vacuum in the emptiness of his head every time he exhaled like that, as though he pushed out a few too many thoughts and made just enough space to allow Caryn's pleasure to rush into his vacant brain to fill the void. It always felt so good to empty himself out for her, and within only a few breaths he was smiling wider than ever as the euphoria took hold.

"That's my silly boy," Caryn purred, resting her leg possessively over his so that her hip just barely, barely brushed against his twitching shaft. "It's so nice and easy to let that intelligence, let that seriousness go, and allow your head to fill up with my euphoria instead. Doesn't it feel so good to have your brain full of pleasure now? Don't you want to let out another deep breath, give up a few more thoughts, just so you can let in more of that soft and fuzzy bliss instead?" Dylan nodded. He could see pink smoke billowing behind his closed eyes now, lighting up every synapse and nerve with ecstasy until he was positively floating in it.

He let out another breath, tension and stress going out along with thought and will and intellect, and his cock pulsed so hard he could feel the tip of it dancing gentle circles in the air as it throbbed with stronger and stronger arousal. Dylan was fully erect now, but he still felt no particular urge to stroke; Caryn's voice was teasing him far more effectively than hands or fingers ever could, and all he wanted to do was breathe out his will and breathe in her pleasure and grin ever more widely in stupefied bliss.

And she could see from his helpless smile exactly what she was doing to him with her words. "There we go," she husked out, arousal giving her voice a sultry quality that made Dylan even more turned on to hear. "All that pleasure is pushing out those boring smarts and leaving behind a happy, silly, giggly good boy who only wants to feel better and better for Mistress, isn't that right?" Dylan's head bobbed up and down again on the pillow, feeling lighter and lighter as his sensitized body drifted deeper and deeper into sexual heat. He could literally, physically feel how hard it was getting to think now, as each individual notion got more and more easily lost in the pink fog and came to nothing.

Caryn was hypnotizing him stupid, Dylan thought sluggishly. She was... she was making his mind smaller, and simpler, and h-hornier, and... and.... "That's my silly, sleepy boy," Caryn sighed into his ear, her seductive voice filled with praise, and Dylan's thought went out in another lazy breath that almost sounded like a giggle as it escaped his lips. He couldn't keep thoughts in his head anymore. He was too dumb for that. Too horny and silly and sleepy and dumb.

And, um, and... and dumb. Dylan's giggles intensified as he realized he just thought that.

But his giggles and his widening, befuddled grin only seemed to please Caryn more. "Good boy!" she exclaimed softly, her warm breath pouring more and more ecstasy into his weak and feeble brain as his cock twitched and pulsed that much harder in arousal. "You're feeling so good for me now, pet! I've pushed so much pleasure into that silly, empty head now that all the smarts have leaked right out. All the smarts are gone now, exhaled to make more room for my addictive, euphoric bliss, and your mind just wants to drink in more and more of my brain-blanking rapture and sink deeper into my control."

That was... that was too many words. Dylan couldn't hold on to them all. Every time he tried, he got stuck on the big and confusing ones like 'addictive' and 'euphoric' and he broke down into peals of helpless laughter trying to make sense of them. And then he began laughing at how hard he was laughing, and then he forgot what had brought on his fit of giggling in the first place and he simply found himself letting out an endless torrent of guffaws at his own vapid idiocy.

And then stopped, as it suddenly struck him that his lover had actually induced this state of complete insensate stupidity with her hypnotic power and he'd completely surrendered to it. And that triggered a wave of arousal so potent and intense that for a moment Dylan thought he was going to cum without even touching his cock.

He didn't, but it was a near-run thing and it left Dylan shaking with near-orgasmic bliss. He could hear his breath coming in a series of hoarse, whimpering gasps that only reminded him of Caryn's suggestions. Dylan couldn't stop himself from picturing every shuddering sigh as an ocean of thought and intelligence leaving his brain and surrendering the territory of his mind to his Mistress's addictive, arousing ecstasy. "Good boy!" she cooed, her soft thigh rubbing more overtly against his cock with a slick sensation that told him just how much precum he was drooling down his rock-hard shaft. "Such a dumb, drippy boy for Mistress! I'm so proud of you, my sweet little slut. I'm so proud of my giggly fucktoy." Dylan almost swooned with excitement. Even though they'd played this game plenty of times before, it always caught him off-guard how completely and totally vulnerable he was to her hypnotic control. It was all so real, right down to his own helplessness to resist, and Dylan's prick ached with the force of his desire for it.

It was only when he felt Caryn leaning away and heard her low, seductive chuckle that Dylan realized he was openly humping her leg. "Oh, is someone stupid horny for Mistress, hmm? Is my good boy so stoned out of his tiny mind on my addictive pleasure that he just has to rub himself off against me like a dumb doggy?" Dylan's rapid, furious nod came accompanied by whimpers of helpless arousal, the knowledge that he was so easily manipulated by Caryn's hypnotic talents almost turning him on more than the suggestions themselves. He'd never realized he could be this susceptible to the power of trance, and it was that complete helplessness to resist that made his cock dribble like a leaky faucet every time they played together.

She was going to make him cum without even touching him, Dylan sluggishly realized. She was going to push him over the edge into climax with only the force of her hypnotic will alone until he jizzed all over his chest and belly like a horny teenager, and he couldn't stop it because he was too stupid to resist and he was too stupid to resist because she made him that stupid. And he kept thinking this exact same thought over and over and over again, because his empty head was too vacant and dull to retain the realization for more than a couple of seconds before it popped like a soap bubble in another burst of giggly bliss.

"That's it, sweetie, getting closer and closer," Caryn coaxed, her hushed voice alive with excitement at the sound of her hypnotized submissive's increasingly hoarse moans. "Just a last tiny bit of mind left now, pushed all the way down to my good boy's balls by the weight of all that pleasure... and my dumb little pet knows what's about to happen, don't you? Of course you do. Even a silly fucktoy with a drooling cock knows what happens when my overwhelming, addictive euphoria pushes down, and down, and down until it's caressing that throbbing prick and those tight, tensing balls. It gushes your mind all the way out for me. Just spurting it out, leaving nothing but the dumbest and emptiest plaything imaginable, leaving you filled completely with my pleasure and totally helpless to resist my will...."

Dylan's breath came in one long, ragged moan now, his hips straining against nothing as he struggled to contain his orgasm for just a tiny bit longer--not because he didn't want to cum, not because he had even the slightest hesitation about giving himself over so completely to Caryn's tender loving control, but simply because it felt so absolutely wonderful to pit his willpower against the pleasure his Mistress gave him and discover every single time that he always, always lost. It made him understand how real his submission to her hypnotic power truly was. It made him feel utterly, divinely helpless. And that was what turned him on most of all.

And this time was no exception. Dylan let out a strangled grunt as he felt the pleasure arrow down to a single starburst of perfect ecstasy right at the very tip of his penis, and he held it for as long as he could before it escaped in jet after jet of pearly fluid that splashed onto his chest and gushed out over his belly and splattered all over his thighs as he finally came. "Good boy," Caryn whispered, her warm breath filling that last little bit of empty space inside him and leaving him floating in hazy bliss. "That's my good boy, that's my obedient boy, that's my brainwashed boy. So proud. So proud."

Her words stroked his body in the afterglow of climax, leaving him suffused with a drowsy euphoria that somehow replaced and transcended orgasm at the same time. He didn't know where he ended and Caryn's control began anymore, and his stoned and stupefied brain simply floated in dreamy bliss while she spoke to him and his subconscious listened. Even when she climbed on top of him, settling her thighs onto his bearded cheeks and resting her cunt directly over his mouth, he didn't really think about what was happening. He simply licked, paying attention not to her words but to the returning arousal in his stiffening cock. By the time she wanted him to do more than eat her pussy, Dylan knew, he'd be ready to go again.

He couldn't wait. Dylan's face stretched out into its widest grin yet as he lost himself in anticipation.

THE END