"Let's go with 'obedience is pleasure' tonight, pet," Lynn purred, pressing a little switch at the base of the decorative fountain to start the pump. A trickle of water began to flow out of the nozzle at the top, running along the channel to pour onto the water wheel that formed the centerpiece of the installation. Michael's eyes instantly locked onto it as it started to turn, his expression slackening into vacant bliss and his hand moving automatically down to caress his heavy balls. It never took more than a moment to drop him when she did it like this; years of play together had taught his mind certain pathways that always led inexorably to trance, and this was Lynn's personal favorite.

"Obedience is pleasure," he murmured, the words coming out in a sigh of drowsy pleasure as his fingers lightly stroked and rubbed at his sack. Lynn could see his erection beginning to grow, but she knew Michael was too well trained to simply begin jacking himself off without permission. He was already focused on her desires, her satisfaction, and his perfectly conditioned mind understood that what pleased Lynn most was the squirming, needy arousal that slowly built in his hypnotized brain while he programmed himself with her hypnotic mantras. She'd installed so many over the years, some of them so deeply ingrained that he simply forgot that he knew him until she prompted his thoughts as easily as she primed the pump on the water wheel.

"Surrender is bliss," he droned, and she could already hear the drifting emptiness flowing into his sleepy monotone. She knew he could hear it too; one of Lynn's earliest suggestions, back when they first began playing and she had only just begun to discover how obedient his submissive brain truly wanted to be, was that hearing himself speak while in trance would reinforce his descent into hypnotic compliance. It proved to him without a shadow of a doubt that he was truly falling into her mesmerizing spell, and Lynn never stopped taking delight in his drowsy astonishment when he listened to his own voice and dropped infinitely deeper into peaceful relaxation.

"Trance is ecstasy," Michael mumbled, and Lynn gave a secret smile at the way his slack jaw and nerveless lips slurred the words just a tiny bit. She watched his eyes go progressively more blank and glassy, continuously following the endless fall of the rivulets of water that turned the wheel around and around and made the spiral design she'd painted onto it swirl hypnotically for him. She knew from the moment she found it what she was going to use this particular toy for, and he'd eagerly and enthusiastically agreed with the idea as soon as she described it to him.

"Obedience is pleasure," he repeated, his mind circling back around to the beginning of the mantra in a perpetual loop that circumscribed the flow of his thoughts every bit as completely as the channels and tubes constrained the water in the decorative fountain. Lynn scooted a little closer, her fingers reaching out to pet her good boy's back and remind his submissive brain just how good it could feel to sink ever deeper into the euphoric delight of helpless compliance. The tiny little quiver of happiness that leaked into his voice made Lynn's smile widen even more, and her other hand slowly crept down between her thighs to tease her slick labia.

"Surrender is bliss," he sighed, and Lynn could see that his cock was now fully erect and twitching gently with barely suppressed lust. Michael had the most wonderfully sensitive balls, and Lynn always enjoyed watching him play with them--some nights she didn't even bother with the water wheel, she just pushed him down onto the bed and let the sudden rush of vertigo drop him into trance before resting between his spread legs and teasing his sack with her fingernails for hours. He never failed to give her the most delectable little moans and whimpers when she played with his body like that, and Lynn almost loved making him squirm more than she loved the sex itself. Anyone could fuck, but only she had the power to render Michael a mindless, mewling mess of vacant need.

"Trance is ecstasy," Michael chanted, his brain fully sinking into the overwhelming joy of submission to Lynn's will. It was definitely having a little bit of an effect on her--she could feel her fingers skating across increasingly slick and slippery flesh, and the little throb coming from her clitoris made her want to squeeze her thighs together around her hand to force it down tighter onto the tingling nub. She caught herself letting out a tiny subvocal gasp of arousal, and she watched Michael's cock visibly pulse in excitement as a dribble of precum leaked out from the tip to spill onto the towel they put down. She knew from long experience that he could get more than a little bit messy when he was turned on. It was one of the things she loved about him.

"Obedience is pleasure," he husked out, his arousal beginning to spill into his soft and sleepy tones. Lynn shifted position to get a little bit closer to Michael's right side, allowing her hand to move slowly down from his back to caress his inner thigh. She didn't have quite as good a view of his slack, hypnotized expression from this angle, but it did mean that she had an easier time getting at his cock and balls. And Michael was beginning to reach that state of lovely, simmering lust that very much made Lynn want to play with his cock and balls. In a moment. When he was fully ready to give in.

"Surrender is bliss," he groaned, his eyelids now fluttering down until only the whites of his eyes showed, and Lynn grinned devilishly in anticipation. *Now* he was ready. She never got tired of watching Michael give her that perfect trance face, straining to keep his gaze on the endlessly spinning wheel for just a moment longer even while he sank so deeply into hypnotic euphoria that his weak, helpless muscles couldn't fight the drowsy collapse into catalepsy for so much as a moment longer. He wasn't truly struggling, they both knew that. He simply enjoyed every step of his descent into her inexorable will too much to skip past a single one of them.

"Trance is ecstasy," Michael whimpered, his voice now fully given over to hypnotic pleasure. Lynn reached out to the tip of his cock and gathered a bead of precum with her finger, painting it onto the sensitive skin with an almost casual delicacy. Her mindless pet jerked in response, his body startled by the intensity of its own arousal and his mind far too deep in trance to hide his reactions, and she gave him a slow, nuzzling kiss on the shoulder as a reward for being such a good boy. Lynn liked rewarding Michael. And Michael simply loved being rewarded for his complete and utter submission to her erotic spell.

"Obedience is pleasure," he mewled, the words coming out in an unsteady gasp as Lynn milked another few dribbles of precum out of his throbbing cock. Her hand slid freely up and down his shaft now, lubricated easily by his slick and salty secretions, but Lynn didn't stroke quickly. This wasn't about making Michael come. This was about making him feel good, and she had plenty of time to build his arousal to an inescapable climax. She wanted to watch him sink ever further into blank, hypnotized submission. She wanted to take his mind away, every bit as much as he wanted to give it to her, and that meant more to her than any orgasm ever could.

"Surrender is bliss," he moaned, and Lynn couldn't help clenching around her teasing fingers at the sound of his naked desire. She didn't feel any particular need to hurry to orgasm, but that didn't mean she was holding back, either; pleasure was her due as Michael's Goddess, and she had every intention of claiming it as many times as her body wanted over the course of their scene. Seeing her hypnotized pet's eyelids finally slam shut, watching his head slowly droop down until his chin rested on his chest and knowing that he still saw the spinning spiral behind his closed eyes... good grief, how could it not turn her on? Lynn gave a little whimper of her own, one that Michael responded to quite beautifully.

"Trance is ecstasy," he stammered, his voice no longer quite capable of holding onto the words as they spilled from his vacant, drooling lips. Michael never went completely non-verbal when he was reciting his mantras for Lynn, but she had taken him so deep in the past that enunciation became impossible and his recitation simply became a series of drowsy, monotonous grunts that only suggested the looping thoughts echoing through his entranced brain. Those were some of Lynn's favorite nights, when her good boy went so open and empty that she could simply push her commands into his pliable mind like a sculptor wriggling their fingers into soft clay. He was completely hers when he was like that, but she never took unfair advantage--why would she, when Michael was already exactly who Lynn wanted him to be?

"Obedience is pleasure," he gasped, a mix of delight and frustration shading his sleepy tones as Lynn's hand slid off his shaft to tease his heavy balls with her fingernails. His leaking musk looked like it could practically power a water wheel of its own, and she could feel him tensing and tightening under her caresses until his arousal throbbed visibly throughout his shaft. Lynn suspected that Michael might already have come if not for his hypnotic compulsions; he knew that a good boy waited for permission, knew it with the bone-deep conviction of a perfectly programmed tranceslut, and his body followed along wherever his mind led. And Michael's mind belonged to Lynn.

"Surrender is bliss," he managed to choke out, arousal making him forget the slow steady breathing that hypnosis normally made so easy. Lynn's clit throbbed with increasing intensity, and she allowed her fingers to slide back and forth over the nub of flesh until her body quaked and quivered against Michael and her nipples tightened with excitement. She caught herself moaning, then she stopped noticing the sounds she made and simply focused on her own arousal and the lazy rhythm of her fingers against Michael's testicles. She wanted to tell him that she was coming, but she couldn't make herself form words out of the liquid grunts of pure pleasure.

"Trance is ecstasy," Michael growled, his own voice melting for a moment into slurred incoherency as his brain erupted into a spontaneous, hypnotically induced orgasm. It didn't refer itself down his spine to his throbbing, leaking penis--he was too well trained for that. But Lynn's climaxes always echoed themselves in her submissive's empty, brainwashed mind, and she'd conditioned him to experience the sensation without any physical stimulus whatsoever. It made for an extremely generous and attentive lover, although Michael rarely needed any prompting in that respect even before she programmed him to crave her arousal as his own.

"Obedience is pleasure," he stuttered, and Lynn refocused herself onto her submissive in time to realize that Michael's flushed, aching cock jutted up with an almost painful urgency. She wondered how long they'd spent together like this, his mantras spilling from sleepy lips and his mind sinking ever deeper into her spell--she wasn't exactly hypnotized, not in a formal sense, but her attention to the magical, sensual atmosphere they wove together around Michael's slow descent into erotic trance was its own form of mesmerism. She could lose track of time all too easily, and Michael's slow, measured repetitions gave her no hint as to the passage of time. Long enough to make him incredibly horny, it seemed.

"Surrender is bliss," he panted out, and even though Lynn knew that she could ride Michael up and down the sensuous waves of arousal and trance for hours, she decided it was time to give him the release he craved. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft again, this time pumping up and down with an intensity that she knew he would recognize. She didn't need to tell him it was time to come for her. The rapport they shared made every gesture, every motion, every squeeze and stroke a communication all their own. He would offer his pleasure soon to his Goddess. He wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"T-trance is... ecstasy!" he wailed at last, his semen fountaining high into the air in a way that the water wheel could never match even in its engineer's wildest flights of fantasy. Lynn gathered him up into her arms then, cuddling and rocking him back and forth and whispering just how proud she was of her very good boy, and Michael sank into limp, sleepy joy in her embrace. It was a game that never lost its pleasures, and already Lynn's thoughts were turning to the next time she could program her wonderful, deliciously submissive tranceslut again.

THE END