While putting away the clean dishes, I see my girlfriend, Maya, walk up to me with a pair of headphones and her tablet.

“What’s that for?”

“Well,” she smiles a little hesitantly, “I’d like to create a new hypnosis file for you…”

“Ooooh,” I interrupt with a teasing lilt.

Maya laughs, “Annnnnd, I thought it might be cool to put binaural beats in the background. I don’t know if it will make a huge difference, but I thought we could try out some binaural beats audio without my voice added. You can tell me if this does anything, or if it’s annoying.”

“Oh, sure. That sounds kinda cool.”

Looking excited, she holds the headphones above my head and asks, “How about now?”

“Oh! Um, sure. Why not?” I let her place the headphones over my ears and watch as she looks at her tablet. We make eye contact again and I give her a nod before a deep bass sound plays in my ears. It’s not obnoxious, so I keep listening and give her a little smile.

I don’t feel anything special and my girlfriend is just quietly watching me. I chuckle at the silly situation and go back to putting the dishes away. A couple minutes into the binaural beats recording, something shifts deeper, and then, suddenly higher before an intense rhythmic modulation comes out of nowhere. This changes everything. My movements falter and I pause what I’m doing; it feels necessary. My eyelids are fluttering all of a sudden and I think my whole brain might be vibrating.

I stand in place as this new phase of the audio causes real reactions inside me, unlike the beginning. My dominant stands before me, soaking in every detail. Though I know she’s there, I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. I’m in a battle to stay mentally cohesive and that’s kind of crazy...I’m just listening to…sounds. But they pulsate directly into the core of my brain, and it’s fast becoming mind-numbing and pleasurable.

From Maya’s view, she’s getting to witness the tell-tale signs of her unsuspecting prey slipping into the role of a deeply entranced good girl. When she sees how relaxed my jaw is and how hard my nipples are, pressing into my shirt, she thinks this is going to work just how she’d hoped.

For me, I can’t stop focusing on the tingles and swollen sensation centered on my breasts. It’s distracting me from resisting my eyes crossing, uncrossing, and rolling in circles, out of my control. Reacting on instinct, my hands go to my breasts…to lazily massage them. I can’t…can’t…help it…feels…feels good…deep…

Can binaural beats do this?

The deep bass intensifies the vibrations and I’m struggling to piece together a thought. I never see my dominant’s wide, wicked smile. When the sounds shift into a rolling sensation, the tenuous connection I had to intellectual functioning breaks. I have no thoughts, or awareness, and my dominant can tell because drool is visibly collecting in both corners of my mouth.

The audio stops abruptly, and I remain suspended in a humming silence for several, long moments. Slowly, my brain accepts I need to wake myself up. I start blinking my eyes and swallow what was almost an embarrassing, dribbling drool situation. My mind speeds up its processing and takes stock of what just happened. Dear god, that was intense. Finally exiting the haze, I find my girlfriend leaning toward me with a clearly turned-on expression. She looks ready to pounce.

“Uh,” I chuckle awkwardly, “I guess that worked pretty well?”

She blinks dumbly.

Tentatively, I add, “Right?”

She smiles wide, “Right!” Her intensity relaxes and she smirks, “That worked exceptionally well, sweetie. And I think I know how to use it to really play with you. To turn you into my perfectly programmed good girl and deeply obedient sex toy.”

My eyelids droop heavily as I experience a wave of obedient pleasure. She calls me her “perfectly programmed good girl and deeply obedient sex toy” all the time when I’m hypnotized. My brain loves hearing it, so I can’t help having a reaction.

Maya’s eyes light up and she teases me further, “Listening to binaural beats made you look deeply hypnotized, good girl. You responded like my perfectly programmed good girl should when I manipulate your mind. You needed your dominant to take over and play with you like the deeply obedient sex toy you are.”

My breathing has quickened and I feel hazy. Her ideas…I want those…I want that. I want to submit and obey, to be on display.

Suddenly, intense beats vibrate through the headphones still on my ears. My eyes cross aggressively as I drop hard. The underlying desires she just put in my head made me more vulnerable.

The sounds stop abruptly.

I come back to myself more quickly this time, but I feel unsteady. Biting my lip, I say a bit shyly, “I don’t know how that works, but…I think adding your hypnotizing voice would make it really sexy.”

“Oh, honey,” she condescends, “It will be so sexy that it will dissolve you into a brainless and blissfully obedient submissive.”

My eyes flash, giving away my excitement.

She looks at me more intensely, “Can I try something?”

There’s a heavy charge in the air, but I don’t hesitate before answering, “Of course.”

“Excellent. I need several minutes. Let’s go sit you down.”

I follow her while still wearing the headphones and she directs me to sit in a chair in her bedroom. I wonder what she’s doing, but wait patiently as she works on something on her tablet.

There’s no warning before intense, thundering beats pulsate through my head. My eyes roll up immediately and my shoulders slump. Hands raise to my tits because the conscious focus that hasn’t been eradicated yet is concentrated on my tingling breasts. Somehow Maya has altered the audio to make it more penetrating. Blindly and urgently, my hands grope under my shirt to get to the plump and soft mounds. Massaging them while the beats shift and pulse through my head, all conscious focus is eliminated. My tongue slips loose, over my bottom lip, and I have no sense of decorum or cares. The bliss-inducing rhythms travel through my ears and my mind is nowhere to be found.  

As these aren’t noise-cancelling headphones, I’m able to hear the words, “Stand, good girl,” and I rise from the chair. A firm pressure presses between my legs, and my crotch instinctively rubs against it.

My dominant moved close so that she could put her hand where her sex toy would automatically hump it. Maya is getting even better results than she expected. She slides the hand I’m not rubbing against into her own pants. Finding herself sensitive and wet, she masturbates and watches as her mindless girlfriend shamelessly tries fucking herself.

After my dominant shudders out a release, she takes note of how her orgasm didn’t interrupt my behavior. I’m still humping her hand and rubbing my own tits. My conscious mind is dormant because pulsating tones subverted and subdued it.

The audio ends, but I’m stuck in a dazed hangover. My arms slowly lower to my sides and my eyes gradually lift. I gaze around drunkenly. My girlfriend is right in front of me, so close. Fleetingly, I notice that I’m standing even though this started with me sitting.

Enjoying the dumb look on my face, she gently caresses and holds me until I am able to attain a better level of awareness. I peck her lips because she’s close and I’m feeling soft. I could melt into her and be perfectly content.

“You are being very good for me, good girl.”

I smile and my eyes flutter for a pleasurable moment. I can’t help how suggestible I’ve become.

Of course, my dominant never misses a detail. “Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel…weak…vulnmb...” My voice is soft and turns into a mumble, while my eyes slip closed.

Maya pats my cheek a few times and that helps bring me back into awareness. I re-focus my eyes and get more control over my body’s form, trying to be less sluggish.

Maya hums happily and gives me a lingering kiss. “These binaural beats end without giving you a proper wakener. I didn’t expect this reaction, but I like it. You want to submit and obey, to be on display.”

The hypnotizing phrase I’ve long been conditioned to drops me instantly.

“You want to submit to me completely and obey without the distractions of thoughts, don’t you?”

My head nods.

“Good girl. You want everything I’m about to do to you.”

I’m still nodding and it’s because I want everything she wants.

Strong pulsations hit my brain and I am lost to another dimension.

I have no awareness but my dominant watches my hands go to my tits again, like they’re magnetized. She presses her hand against my cunt and enjoys my pelvis grinding immediately. She feels through my pants how wet my pussy is. I have zero conscious processing of it trickling down my leg.

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All sounds stop.

Headphones are removed from my head but I do not move or show any sign of consciousness. Drool is dangling from my chin; nobody is home. I am naked except for thigh-high fishnet stockings and heels. My hands are holding a serving tray and my bare breasts are propped on it, like I’m serving my dominant her meal.

“Open your eyes.”

Eyelids lift but only reveal an empty gaze.

Maya walks to the other side of the room, leaving me as is, and gets comfortable on her bed, picking up the remote. She turns on the TV and I remain as this motionless display offering her my tits on a platter. An entire episode finishes before my dominant’s toy shows any sign of waking on my own.

Maya catches my eyebrows furrowing and twitching of muscles and limbs. She waits patiently as I move my head, slowly returning to the room. And then, I look down at my own chest propped on a serving tray. I don’t make a sound. There’s a thick fog clouding my thoughts and preventing a normal pace of processing. Maya watches my eyes travel slowly as I assess. Finally, my head lifts and I look at my guilty girlfriend. She’s smug while I still appear out of it.

“Do you remember anything?”

I sound mystified, “Remember?” I blink a few times, pausing. “Remember what?”

My dominant approaches, “How do you feel?”

I look into her eyes that are so close all of a sudden. Immediately enthralled, I stare blankly and don’t respond.

“Tell me how you feel, good girl.”

“Sex toy.” My voice is high and light, mesmerized.  

SNAP.

I am broken out of the trancing stare. A thick fog remains but I’m more present.

My dominant caresses my cheek. “This will be fun; you are deeply suggestible.”

“Am I?” I ask innocently.

“My meal needs another ingredient. Wait here in deep sleep.”

My head falls limp over my tray-displayed tits.

My dominant is about to walk away, but instead she leans down to circle her tongue around each nipple and then suck on them. “That’s better,” she whispers happily after pecking the tip on both. She practically skips to the kitchen.

“Wake up, sex toy.”

My head slowly raises and I force my eyes open. I have to blink repeatedly, trying to wake up. I need my dominant to snap loudly and firmly command me to “wake” for a proper rise out of trance. She hasn’t done that even once, so this is a struggle.

“My meal needs to be covered in this.” My dominant holds up a container of chocolate sauce.

With one hand, I balance the tray presenting my tits, and take the container from my dominant with the other hand. I never stop to think about what I’m doing and simply drizzle chocolate sauce all over my bare breasts.

“Perfect,” she purrs and takes the container from my hand. “You’re blank and empty.”

My mind turns off and I am wearing a vacant expression.

“Everywhere I touch you is going to feel like it is receiving an intense flood of arousal. Everywhere you feel my body touch yours brings you ecstasy.” She lays her hand on my arm and I let out a high-pitched moan despite being blank. The rushing flood of arousal is too strong and primal to stay quiet.

Maya smiles, “Good, sex toy. No longer blank. Do you remember how we got here?” she asks.

“Today?”

My dominant laughs, “Never mind. I’m going to eat my meal now.”

“Enjoy, baby,” I smile dopily. It’s unclear if I understand what she’s about to eat. My lucidity is hanging on by a thread.

Maya’s tongue smoothly laps up the chocolate sauce covering my breasts and incredible waves of arousal flood through me. I moan from the pleasure and my dominant never slows down or gives me a break. When her hands grab my waist to hold me in place, the burst of sexual stimulation from her touch rolls my eyes back. I babble in ecstasy because everywhere she touches is like a direct line to an inevitable orgasm; I feel like I am losing my mind.

My dominant trails her fingers through my dripping pussy lips and I am about to cum, but she commands, “My good girl cannot cum for me until I command it.”

I whimper pathetically and my glazed eyes land on a smear of chocolate on her cheek.

She slides her fingers inside me and it’s like a lightning rod of pleasure. I am actually losing my mind.

Suddenly, her hands are completely gone and she pulls the serving tray with her as she steps back. The sources of ecstasy are gone and I never got to orgasm! I’m confused and frustrated by everything.

There’s a soft snap and the word, “Kneel.”

Immediately, I drop to my knees. My dominant removes all of her clothes and steps forward to look down at me. Another soft snap sounds before I hear, “Serve my cunt.”

My mouth immediately goes into service, licking through her folds and my hands slide up her smooth legs to cup her ass cheeks, keeping her against my face. She braces herself by holding my head and the touch of her hands is a new source of ecstasy. I squeal and exuberantly serve and worship between her legs.

There are lost gaps in time…I am showered with no trace of chocolate…there’s a glimpse of riding my girlfriend as she cums beneath me…and more…

…

Currently, my dominant is looking at her perfectly programmed good girl and deeply obedient sex toy blasted into another dimension.

All beats playing in my ears stop. There are loud snaps and firm commands of “Wake” repeated several times.

Mental awareness and presence of mind returns just before my girlfriend lifts headphones off of my head. I look around in confusion. We’re in the kitchen. That’s where this all started. I couldn’t have imagined everything, could I? I look at Maya and she’s acting like everything is normal. Surely she’d be amped up if we just did everything I think we did. My eyes dart around as I try to determine what the hell is going on.

“Hey, baby,” Maya walks up to me. “Let’s go to bed.” She takes hold of my hand and pulls me with her.

“Oh…oh…okay,” I answer.

What the fuck?

We get ready for bed in silence except for my girlfriend’s happy humming. I truly don’t know what has been real. After we’re under the covers and cuddling, I ask, “Maya? Have you ever thought about eating chocolate off of my tits?”

“Mmmm,” she cuddles me closer. “That sounds delicious.” She sounds tired and I’m sure her eyes are closed. Is she worn out from everything I think happened?

I try again. “Have I ridden you recently? With you sitting in a chair and me bouncing in your lap?”

Her chuckle is low, and it matches her soothing voice, “Is this what drops in my good girl’s head as you deep sleep?”

My eyelids close as my mind obediently sinks.

Maya feels the drop as my muscles go lax in her arms. She coos, “Good girl. You will stay in deep sleep all night, won’t you?”

Profoundly hypnotized due to the heightened susceptibility from our earlier play, a quiet, affirming grunt sounds from the back of my throat. My lips don’t even move.

“That’s what I thought.” She lifts my limp arm and lets it flop. Satisfied, she’s about to close her eyes but sees the abandoned container of chocolate sauce. Smiling to herself, my dominant snuggles her perfectly programmed good girl and deeply obedient sex toy before joining me in sleep.