Becoming a Horny Hypnoslut
by Lucerach
Written in first person from the perspective of the submissive. Includes trancey, induction language that is not intended to hypnotize the reader, but may do so. This can be read as a standalone story but it is also part of a nonchronological series of stories about these two girlfriends (the reader and Maya) playing within the established and consensual hypnokinky dimension of their relationship.
My girlfriend and I are having a lighthearted conversation about hypnosis, just sort of chatting about ideas. I bring up how getting hypnotized makes my body loosen but I don’t lose all form and collapse like some people do. I have to be miles deep into a fractionation game for that to happen.
“Do you ever wish I reacted differently when I drop?” I ask.
“Not at all. I love every reaction you have. I like the visual cues of what’s happening to you, and besides, if I wanted to I could always make your body do something else. Why? Do you wish you became more like a ragdoll?”
“No, not overall.” I answer thoughtfully. “But it would be fun if there was a specific trigger that made that happen sometimes.”
Maya’s smile grows wider. She always gets excited about my contributions to our hypno-play. While she’s my dominant and I’m her submissive, I like pitching ideas for us to play with and I don’t think she should carry the load for all of our creativity.
“I wouldn’t want to lose what already happens to me naturally.”
My girlfriend muses, “But you want me to say, ’ragdoll,’ or something like that, and make your whole body go so limp that you just fall over?”
I bop my head from side-to-side in thought, “I don’t think it should be a verbal trigger. I have so many of those.”
Maya smirks, “Yes. Yes, you do.”
We both laugh and I give her a big, smacking kiss on the mouth, just because I can. It’s sexy and fun when we work through new hypno ideas. I love our brainstorming sessions.
“What if it were a physical trigger?” I suggest excitedly. “Maybe like this?” I gently massage one of her earlobes between my thumb and finger.
“Ooh. I like that,” Maya coos. “Your earlobe is soft and boneless, and the trigger will make you go soft and boneless.” She reaches up and gently massages my earlobe. “This feeling will sink your mind down. Sinking deep. Sinking too rapidly to resist. A strong drop pulls you deeper and deeper down. An instant and overwhelming relaxation hitting you so powerfully your body can’t hold itself up. Melting and softening; flopping down into a sinking, loosening, falling, unavoidable trance. A helplessly hypnotized ragdoll.”
My dominant just used a lot of hypnotic words and imagery, and I am not faring very well against them. She knew my mind would follow along as she described how this trigger will be designed to drop me in the future.
“That’s my good girl,” she remarks quietly, letting go of my earlobe. My head sways and she pushes back against my slumping shoulders. She’s assisting as I try to sit up like I wasn’t just thrown into a dazed and drifty state. Her voice is affectionate when she caresses my cheek, “This is what I mean, good girl. I love all of your reactions to hypnosis. How easily you slip down for me.”
My eyelashes flutter and close.
Her fingers caress my jaw before snapping softly near my ear.
My eyes lift and I smile dreamily. Despite heavily hooded eyes, I try to be composed. If I didn’t crave her hypnotic control so much, I’d be embarrassed by the influence she exerts over me. She makes her power seem effortless.
To think, we were simply chatting a moment ago.
I attempt to push through the way my mind is floating, like I can still operate on the same conversational plane I was on before. But my voice sounds faint and airy; I’m not fooling anyone. “Yeah…yeah, I think…” I pause for an extended time as my eyes progress through a slow, heavy blink. I can only manage to mumble, “…um…this…this will…be good.”
Any care or sense of indignation completely misses me despite my dominant laughing and play-acting condescension, “Oooh, is that what you think, good girl? Do you think this will be good? Do you think you haven’t dropped already? You’re already hypnotized and you think I can’t tell?”
She sees the exact moment of my defeat. My eyes stare unfocused from under drooping, fluttering eyelids. I am still and clearly not in control.
Taking hold of my chin, she directs my entranced face toward her and commands, “Look into my eyes.”
Immediately obeying, my eyes refocus and look into hers.
“Good girl.” My dominant is really enjoying herself. “Your mind is so suggestible. I described how a future trigger will influence you and you dropped right down into…this. You’re a malleable toy, and you are ready to be trained.”
I haven’t blinked or reacted. Just an open slate for her to write upon.
Smiling deviously, she says, “God, you’re so much fun.” She brushes her mouth against my slack lips before commanding, “Deeply sleepy.”
Out like a light.
The trigger, “deeply sleepy,” has long been programmed as a reliable, instant induction. It makes me perfectly pliable for the rapid deepening process my dominant jumps into straight away. She aggressively fractionates my mind until my connection to a consciousness is eviscerated and my body is softened enough to have no form.
While I’m in this mindless space, my dominant flops me around and pushes me over before lifting me upward to then drop back down into a limp heap. I want all of this to happen, which makes me more susceptible, but Maya’s strategy is so overpowering that I would have become easily programmable regardless of my enthusiasm. My original idea is now her template and she is molding me as she prefers.
Sometimes I remember programming sessions and sometimes I don’t. Maya thinks I may have dropped so deep that I’m not going to have any specific recall from this conditioning. I’ll only have a foggy sense of the trance. I won’t know how many times my dominant gently massaged my earlobe before I flopped into her lap or over my own. Or how many times I crumpled to the couch and slid bonelessly to the floor. Or the number of times my body buckled, falling downward before she caught me.
SNAP. “Wake.”
My eyes open and my mind returns. I’m in an awkward sprawl on the floor. I push myself into a sitting position and find Maya smiling proudly from the other side of the room. “Hi,” I say sweetly. I have a feeling she trained me thoroughly.
“Hi, cutie.”
“Why are you over there?” I ask. “Did you set a different trigger? A long range one?”
“A long range trigger?” she laughs at the term. Her smile is wide, “So, you don’t remember. That’s certainly fun.”
I’m confused. “Wait. What? Did you not do the earlobe thing?”
“No, no, I did set the earlobe thing. I trained you with the trigger we agreed upon. But you don’t seem to know why I’m standing over here. I didn’t erase your memories, but I thought you might wake without any.”
“Oh. So, I should know why you’re over there?” I ask.
“Yes,” she smirks. “This is very impressive.”
I flush with pride because of the pleased tone in her voice. I don’t really understand why she’s pleased about this, but I don’t care. Instead, I just accept that we accomplished something today and say, “Well, this is awesome! When do you think you’ll use the new trigger on me?”
“Whenever I want to, good girl,” she winks.
I shiver involuntarily. “Cool. Yeah…um, yeah. That will be…cool.”
She laughs deviously.
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A few weeks later…
Maya and I are at our friend’s house for a group hangout. We’ve been having a good time but someone suggested we watch a scary movie…not my preferred direction for the night to go. I don’t want to be the one person who asks everyone to not do the thing they’re excited about, so I just remain quiet and try to prepare myself. I don’t dislike scary movies on the whole; I just have to be in the right mood.
Everyone is getting situated in the living room or running to the bathroom first. Maya and I sit on the loveseat together. Quietly, I mutter under my breath, “I really don’t want to do this.”
Always protective, she looks at me urgently and whispers, “What do you mean?”
“A scary movie…I just know it’s going to stick in my head. Sometimes I can’t shake off the creepiness for a long while.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asks.
“I don’t want to be a bummer! I’ll just deal with it.”
“Oh, honey,” Maya hums, “I have a better solution.” She drapes an arm over my shoulders, and I assume she’s planning to cuddle and “protect” me while we watch the movie. That’s cute and sweet, but I doubt it will help.
All of our friends run off to the kitchen at the same time to grab snacks. When they yell back to us, asking what we want, the hand draped over my shoulders starts gently massaging my earlobe. My eyes roll backward as I practically liquify and flop into her lap. I was hypnotized before I even landed. I don’t care about anything right now, certainly not whatever movie our friends are going to play.
Maya calls out to them, “We only need a blanket, please!”
She pushes my hair to fall across my face, obscuring any signs that I’m her helplessly hypnotized ragdoll rather than simply taking a nap. Our friends straggle back in the room with a blanket and ask how on earth I passed out so suddenly. She assures them I just had an exhausting week and would want them to watch the movie. When she asks a friend to lift my awkwardly angled legs onto the loveseat, they laugh at how limp I am. “Wow. She’s really out of it.”
Maya says, “Deep sleep. Not a single sound will wake or disturb.” She’s speaking to my subconscious but plays it off as a reply to our friend.
The sounds around me, including the movie, leave me completely unaffected. The pleasure of obedience and trance is too powerful for me to focus on anything else. Plus, my dominant never stops gently massaging my earlobe, so a perpetual sensation of loosening and sinking into bliss keeps me mollified.
After the movie ends and folks disappear from the room, there is a loud SNAP. “Wake.”
My mind returns and I’m able to sit up. I get a big ol’ smirk on my face that matches my girlfriend’s because I know exactly what she did. I give her a kiss that is much more provocative than I’d normally do in this setting. When I pull just far enough back to separate our mouths, she holds me close and murmurs, “Good girl, I want more of that.”
A pleasurable urge to give her what she wants thrills through me…I want what she wants…I’m weakened, helplessly leaning in to kiss her seductively. I suck on her lower lip and moan quietly, driven by desire to give my dominant what she wants. Had I not been hypnotized moments ago, I would have been able to resist.
A loud burst of laughter from another room brings me back to the reality of this moment. I feel a little smug at her growl in disappointment as we both sit back. Hypnotizing me gets Maya really turned on, so I whisper teasingly, “I’ll give you a proper thank you later.”
I attempt to leave a parting peck on her mouth, but she inhales me into a deep, all-consuming kiss. She’s getting what she wants…and that’s what I want… I climb into her lap and I’m straddling her when our friends jokingly shout in scandalized shock as they re-enter the room. They won’t stop teasing us while Maya and I pull apart and laugh along with them. I know my girlfriend is dying for us to be alone as much as I am.
When we exit a short time later, she jokes, “It’s a good thing we’re leaving! Hypnosis gets you so horny.”
I’m not a bratty sub, but I sound a little petulant when I retort that she gets just as horny as I do. “I bet your panties are ruined after hypnotizing me into your lap. You’re hornier than I am,” I say with indignation.
We’re nearly to her car when my earlobe is gently massaged. My eyes roll up into trance so fast that I barely have a sense of collapsing. My prepared dominant catches my boneless form and tilts my head so she can speak directly into my ear. She tingles words all the way into the core of my psyche about my absence of willpower, my failure to resist, and my impenetrable submission. Submission to a waking trance where I’ll be aware of what a horny pawn she’s turned me into.
Suddenly upright, walking toward her car, the waking trance is thick. I can tell how powerless I am to do anything but obey her. This feels incredible. As Maya tells me the only thing I can do is stare forward with my mouth hanging open, it becomes true. She lets me know that saliva will slip out eventually, and I won’t be able to hide or stop it. I am going to look to the world like the horny hypnoslut that I am when I get hypnotized. Because hypnotized good girls become horny hypnosluts.
Holy shit, this is wild.
My dominant muses before driving off, “Normally, I would lower your seat back for our car ride, because of how abject your subjugation is right now. It would certainly be more discrete. But, alas, you need to be reminded, hypnotized good girls become horny hypnosluts. There’s no denying how aroused you’re getting. How horny you are when I hypnotize you. Your nipples are hard, pussy is soaking wet, and you’re desperately hoping we’ll get to fuck. And that’s all because hypnotized good girls become horny hypnosluts.”
She’s right about everything. My body is on fire for her. I really, really hope we’ll get to fuck. My breathing is elevated and each breath brings attention to nipples so tight they feel like they could slice through my shirt. It’s driving me mad. And to make matters worse, further proving her points, drool is sliding freely down my chin, and somehow, somehow that is making me feel even more horny! Hypnotized good girls really do become horny hypnosluts.
For the whole ride, I am frozen in entranced helplessness. As we sit at stoplights with cars around us, I have no recourse for this arousing torture. My dominant monologues and my attention darts from her words to the turned-on sensations consuming me, until I simply can’t take it anymore. My whole body feels like a burning flame of horniness and I can’t think. The only thought running through my head and pulling me along behind it, deeper and deeper, is: hypnotized good girls become horny hypnosluts.
The phrase repeats and loops. Hypnotized good girls become horny hypnosluts.
I haven’t got any other thoughts. I am mindless while the phrase repeats. Hypnotized good girls become horny hypnosluts.
We arrive at Maya’s apartment building and I don’t think about it or worry about my appearance. The waking trance is long gone. There are two soft snaps next to my ear. I am given a blip of awareness, just enough time to realize we’re in Maya’s apartment building’s parking garage. We’re waiting for the elevator, but I don’t remember parking, getting out of her car, or walking here. Oh god, I feel so fucking turned on…
“Hypnotized good girls become horny hypnosluts,” is said by my dominant and it thrusts me right back where I was. Mindless. The mantra looping in my head as I stare forward, unseeing, my body a powder keg of sexual arousal.
Maya really loves how this is going. She pushes me into the elevator and flicks my rock-hard nipples because they’re just so obvious. And a dominant who has turned her hypnotized good girl into a horny hypnoslut gets to do whatever she wants.
I am guided down the hallway, and Maya keeps an eye out for other people. Thankfully, we never get close enough for anyone to clearly see the state I’m in. It would suck if I got banned from her building for lewdness. I am a proper mess, and she can tell my inner thighs are sloppily slipping against each other. She’s excited to get acquainted with the abundance of wetness. I was right about how turned on she gets when she hypnotizes me, but this is a fun game of pretending I needed to be taught a lesson.
When we’re in her apartment, she tells me to go to the bedroom. I move like I’m sleepwalking down the hall as my mind continues to repeat: hypnotized good girls become horny hypnosluts.
Tomorrow, my dominant will tell me about the strip-tease and lap dance I give her. Under any other circumstance, I’d be self-conscious, but my body moves to please her. I am a hypnotized good girl, a horny hypnoslut. The show I put on is much more lascivious than anything I could have done outside of a sexed-up, deeply hypnotized state.
Her hands guide me into her lap, my back to her front. She rubs and squeezes my inner thighs, coating her hands in proof of her girlfriend being nothing more than a horny hypnoslut. Dragging her hands over my rolling torso and groping my breasts, she gives me praise for losing my mind to the overwhelming mountain of horniness and commands the mantra to stop.
Told to crawl on her bed, I automatically obey. Every movement happens mindlessly. Commanded to get up on my knees and kneel at attention, my body becomes stiff and rigid. Waiting at attention.
She prowls around her bed to look at her sex toy from every angle. Purring, she asks, “What does my hypnotized good girl become?”
“Horny hypnoslut.”
“Yes. That is exactly what you are.”
The bed shifts as she joins me. I am still, kneeling at attention.
My earlobe is gently massaged, and my stiff pose melts into a collapsed mound.
“There. Now you’re a pile of horny hypnoslut.”