"That's it, such a good boy, such an obedient tranceslut for me." Michael felt like his entire body was glowing with pleasure at Lynn's words--not just sexual pleasure, although his straining erection spoke to that as well, but a deep and heady sense of powerfully submissive bliss at the tone of approval in her voice. All he'd ever wanted, almost from the moment he met Lynn, was to make her happy with him, and knowing he was succeeding sent a shiver of indescribable euphoria down his spine. Michael couldn't tell her how happy it made him, not when he was so deep he was practically non-verbal, but he knew the sleepy smile on his face spoke volumes.

"So deep already," she cooed, her fingers tweaking and pinching his tight, stiff nipples until he was openly moaning with desire, "but you can always go deeper for me, can't you? You're a very good pet, and good pets always go deeper for Goddess." Michael nodded thoughtlessly, his long brown hair tangling into a bird's nest against the pillow underneath him--he'd started letting it grow out somewhere around the time Lynn told him how much she liked the way it looked like that, and now every time he looked in the mirror he felt a tiny little surge of delight at knowing that even his appearance was down to his conditioning. It was a small thing, but incredibly visceral.

She climbed on top of him, unrolling a condom onto his erection with a sensual attention that left Michael panting with arousal, and with his eyes squeezed shut the mattress on her bedroom floor became the temple of a Goddess. Michael could hear the need in Lynn's every tiny whimper, her hitching breath the sign of a desire that gripped her every bit as tightly as it did him even if their minds focused in very different ways right now, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a hoarse grunt of animal lust as she settled herself onto his rampant cock.

"That's it, sweet boy, right there, you--you're doing so well," she moaned, and hearing that distracted little stutter in her voice made Michael's hips strain up into her with urgent lust. He couldn't believe how turned on his was right now, how badly her coaxing encouragement made him want to fuck her, and he marveled at the intensity of the sensations without any thoughts to get in their way even as his dazed and drowsy mind instantly lost track of what amazed him so much in the first place.

Eventually he came, although by the time it happened he'd long ago lost track of how many times his mind drifted into ever-increasing plateaus of ecstasy that made his entire body radiate pure, thoughtless rapture for his Goddess. She slid off him, clearly sated herself, and the two of them sought each other out and intertwined in comfortable intimacy for a while. "Good boy," Lynn murmured sleepily, and that was all Michael needed to hear as he drifted into an amiable doze alongside his Goddess.

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"Good boy," Lynn murmured, her voice stirring Michael from a deep sleep almost directly into a trance every bit as profound, and his dazed and muzzy mind turned to obedience like a compass finding true north in the darkness. For a moment he thought he was dreaming still, his thoughts lost in a fantasy of finding Lynn in his bed, but his heart leaped with joy at the memory of the day's events and the realization that no, it was all really real.

It had been five years since that day on the mattress, five years of phone calls and text messages and a few precious stolen visits when time and money allowed. The job market in North Carolina had crashed, forcing Michael to head back to Minnesota to find work that could support him, and although Lynn had been able to hang onto her position the distance separating them was painful beyond belief. But that was all over now, Michael was finally making enough money to be able to support Lynn while she got settled, and waking up next to her and realizing she wouldn't ever be leaving again was better than any dream.

It must have hit her the same way, because somewhere in the pitch darkness of unknowably late night she was waking him up with her hand around his prick and the same soft, cooing tones of warm approval he'd been conditioned to obey for years now. "That's my deep, drowsy tranceslut," she purred, stroking his shaft until his cock leaked precum all over her fingers. "That's my good obedient boy, so well-trained and so brainwashed for Goddess. You love being brainwashed, don't you, pet?"

"...love being... brainwashed..." Michael droned out, his voice a lazy, thoughtless monotone that didn't so much speak Lynn's words as echo them back to her. As always, the sound of his own hypnotized tones sent him even deeper, flattening out the peaks and valleys of his thoughts and leaving his mind smooth and soft and perfectly obedient. He loved knowing how deeply programmed he was. He loved knowing that wherever he was, whatever he was doing, she could drop him into perfect compliance with nothing more than a whisper.

Her other hand took Michael's wrist, guided him down between her thighs, and it was almost astonishing how wet he found her--she'd left North Carolina in the middle of a rare winter storm, arriving too weary and worn-out to do much more than collapse into an exhausted slumber, but clearly thoughts of their reunion must have done the same thing to her that it did to him because now that she was rested it seemed like all she wanted was him. "Good pets don't want to think, and you are such a good pet for Goddess, aren't you?" she asked, knowing they both already knew the answer.

"i'm a good pet for Goddess," he mumbled vacantly, the emphasis and strength sapped from everything but that single all-important word by deep trance. His fingers found her clit while he spoke, guided by the rhythm of her stroking to match her pace and bring them both deeper into pleasure. But he knew he would always be so much deeper than the woman who owned him. And he couldn't think of anything that would thrill him more than making a home for her where they could love each other forever.

Honestly, he couldn't think, period. But Michael didn't need to think when knowing felt so much better. "Good boy!" Lynn whimpered, as her will brought them both to climax.

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"That's my good tranceslut," Lynn purred, as Michael sank to his knees and rested his head against her thigh with an expression of radiant joy on his face. All around them, a small but appreciative crowd watched his hypnotic surrender, but Michael didn't even notice them anymore--the instant she told him to drop, he only had eyes for his Goddess. And most wonderfully of all, she only had eyes for him in return.

This was their fourth or fifth hypnokink convention now, and the size of the group was a far cry from the relative handful of people they'd met their first time out--but in many ways, that was something of a blessing. Lynn had helped shepherd and shape that early, fledgling community of erotic hypnosis enthusiasts, and back in those early days when the group was small and she was one of a relative handful of actual experts, the pressure on her to perform could be intense and uncomfortable. It was nicer to be a part of something big, one of many stepping forward to lead, and it almost made Michael lose his trepidation about performing trance in front of nearly three dozen people.

But nothing took away his fear like deep hypnosis, and soon his breathing had synchronized perfectly with Lynn's as she stroked his cheek and murmured, "Good boy, down and down and down for me," until his eyelids drooped and fluttered in exactly the way he knew his Goddess was pleased by. They were both fully clothed--some of the previous set pieces performed by others had involved nudity, but it was by no means necessary for this crowd--and yet Michael had never felt more exposed to Lynn's gaze. She saw him for exactly who he was, and it made her happy--and that made Michael's whole body glow with pleasure.

"You're doing so well, tranceslut," she cooed, "you're pleasing me so perfectly," and Michael let out a soft little sigh that carried far in the appreciative hush. The audience was raptly attentive, fully understanding the depth of surrender Michael was achieving, and he didn't doubt that at least a few of the more suggestible and fractionated members of the crowd had slipped into a bit of a rapport trance watching him. That made him every bit as happy as pleasing his Goddess; he knew that he was the envy of every submissive in the room, and Goddess the envy of every Dominant. Michael felt deliciously, wonderfully known under their gazes, and it only made him want to sink even deeper.

"You're making me so proud," Lynn whispered, and Michael knew those particular words were intended for him and him alone. And his whole body radiated with perfect ecstasy at being the object of her approval.

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"Can you get me some chocolate chips before you go?" Lynn asked, her voice weary but still possessing all its usual warmth. "Pretty please with sugar on top, pet." Michael knew he was running a tiny bit late for work, but nothing mattered to him more than pleasing his Goddess and he took the cup she offered him with a soft smile that betrayed an understanding of the truth behind the request. Those tiny little commands were just her way of prolonging his presence a few moments more before he had to be on his way.

The convention had been... a decade ago now? Time simply flew by in the company of the woman he loved, even if not every day had been a happy one and they'd endured their share of troubles together. But it was together, it was always together even when Lynn's body lost its strength and stamina and just getting out of bed became a challenge she could only essay on her better days, and Michael had never lost that sense of joy he felt when he pleased her with his obedience. Right now that was just getting her a snack to get her through the morning until he could check in on her at lunchtime, but it was every bit as important--and every bit as rewarding--as offering her his orgasm as a tribute to her power over him.

He returned with the cup almost entirely full of chocolate, savoring the grateful smile on her face and the cheerful way she murmured, "Good boy," to him. He turned to leave, heading for the office and a day spent serving Lynn in a different but no less meaningful way, but paused when he heard her call out, "You know I'm keeping you, right?"

It had been their constant refrain for decades now, a promise Michael felt all the way down to his bones each and every time. 'I'm keeping you.' 'I'm keeping you.' 'You know I'm keeping you.' There had never been a time when he'd doubted it, but there'd also never been a time when it didn't mean the world to him to hear it--and today was no exception. She was keeping him, and he was pleasing her, and everything else could be made alright so long as those words were true.

And they were always true. "Thank you, Goddess," he said meekly, dipping his head shyly in gratitude for her praise, before he left the bedroom and went on to his next act of service to the woman he loved.

THE END