Relaxing with a book is a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon. My girlfriend, Maya, and I ran errands, attended a friend’s birthday dinner, and even did some baking this weekend. I’m ready to escape into my book and I imagine Maya will do something similar. Sitting comfortably with my legs stretched down the length of the couch, I’m surprised when a spinning pendant dips into my eyeline. “Oh wow, I haven’t seen this in a long time.”

Though she’s behind me, I can hear the smile in Maya’s voice when she replies, “I’m reacquainting you with an old friend. I want the two of you to pick up where you DROP…ped off.”

Pleased, my dominant revels in how my head is now hanging loosely over my chest. Hypnotizing sleep smacked me so hard, I’m already out. There’s a hundred miles of euphoric bliss obscuring any potential for resisting. For weeks, Maya has been catching me off guard with a heavily emphasized “drop” command, and then fractionating me with it in an aggressive blitz. It’s worked faster and stronger every time. Her desired effect was to magnify how deep I plummet without any build-up or teasing. Clearly, it’s working quite well.

But there’s a long game at play right now, so she taunts, “Surely, you’re stronger than this. Surely, you’re still a…(SNAP)…wake!”

My head flies up. Wow! I know what just happened but that’s so crazy! I can’t believe how fast that worked! Normally, I’d expect to drop like that after getting toyed with, not out of nowhere. I definitely have more resistance than I just showed.

I wonder what my girlfriend is going to do next, until I realize my eyes are following the spinning pendant she’s gliding through the air in front of me. Trying to look away, I legitimately can’t. My eyes won’t look anywhere else! This is ridiculous. How can my eyes be locked on her spinning pendant when I can’t even remember the last time she used it?

Maya is playing with me, which I love, but I think she needs a challenge. It’s almost insulting she thinks this old pendant can hypnotize me. I hardly think a tool used for training me a long time ago will have the power it once held. Even though I can’t stop watching it, I am confident I’m not going to slide under her control just from staring. There’s got to be an expiration date on these kinds of things.

Besides, when she dropped me a few seconds ago…or minutes…I’m not sure how much time has passed…but that doesn’t matter. What matters is she needed to use a verbal trigger, and that was the only reason…the only reason I must obey…no, no, wait…that’s the phrase…that’s the phrase she wants me to think…so, so I won’t think…I won’t think…no…no, not that…um, when…um…when I obey…I feel good, so…I must obey…wait…no…no…this, uh…this…this feels…feels good…feels good…to obey…feels good…to obey…must…obey…I must obey…I must obey…I must obey…

My defiance withers as my mind meanders toward the hypnotic phrase I was trained to think while watching her spinning pendant. As my mind loops, “I must obey,” my dominant withholds commenting on how well her good girl’s conditioning from long ago has slipped my conscious mind into her trap. Instead, she quietly glides the spinning pendant through my eyeline, occasionally dipping it lower, raising it higher, and moving it from side to side. She’s tiring me out as I helplessly follow along.

Once the mollifying pleasure of obedience has me in a state of true passivity, my arm slides off the couch and dangles unnoticed. My book thuds on the floor and elicits no reaction. Maya is satisfied she has all the proof she wanted that her original programming still has solid roots throughout my psyche.

Proudly, Maya moves on to the next step of her game. Snapping softly, she quietly prompts, “Wake.” It’s a muted variation of the usually powerful waking trigger I’m used to. I, very slowly, struggle to climb myself upwards. Why…why won’t she wake me more convincingly? Shifting, I try blinking away thick, residual fog but that doesn’t impact how my eyes are still following my dominant’s spinning pendant.

“How do you feel, baby?” Maya feigns innocence but surely she knows my mind was on vacation just moments ago.

Shaking my head, I try to literally shrug off the remnants of trance. And trying to sound alert, I reply, “Good. Yes, yes, I feel good.”

“Oh, I’m glad. You feeling good pleases me. You are pleasing me, good girl.”

The corners of my lips curl up at the idea of pleasing Maya. I am her good girl and I am pleasing her. I need to please her…feels good to please her…feels good to obey…I must obey…I must obey…I must obey…

Spellbound once again, when my dominant says, “You love pleasing me,” I repeat, “I love pleasing you.”

My dominant is still standing behind me so she hasn’t seen my obedient daze, but the emptiness in my voice gives away that I am in her complete control.

“That’s my good girl. Seeing my spinning pendant drops you faster every time you see it.” Snapping softly, she quietly prompts, “Wake.”

It’s another barely effective wakener, but her pendant has disappeared from sight. I try straightening my posture, even though it’s a struggle with such loose limbs. I can’t muster the energy to close my slack jaw, but I don’t care. I feel so good…and then, her spinning pendant reappears. Instantly submitting, my mind repeats, “I must obey…I must obey…I must obey…”

My dominant begins moving the pendant in a wide circle around my head, and my neck rolls in the same pattern, thoughtlessly following. My dominant smiles triumphantly when she sees my vacant expression and a slack tongue resting on my bottom lip as drool trickles down. She has completely mesmerized her good girl with an old tool. This is what she wanted.

Using one hand to hold my head in place, she uses the other to raise the spinning pendant high above my eyeline. My eyes follow until only the whites of my eyes are visible. “Good girl. You are deeply hypnotized. Drop deeper and deeper for me. My spinning pendant will always enchant you because watching my spinning pendant makes you think, ‘I must obey.’ You must obey. You must obey me, good girl. You cannot resist old triggers. You must obey. Drop deeper and deeper. Seeing my spinning pendant means you must obey. It feels good to obey. You are my perfectly programmed good girl and deeply obedient sex toy.”

She lets go of my head and the dead weight of it falling forward topples me over my own lap. Knowing that old programming worked this well makes my dominant feel giddy with power. “What a successful experiment. I stumbled on my old pendant in your room. I forgot I hid it here, actually. This was my favorite fixation point for your early programming sessions. I have so many fond memories of conditioning you while you stared in a mesmerized daze at this sparkly thing. We used those trances to teach you how good it feels to combine sex and hypnosis.”

Reaching through my flopped-over position, my dominant fingers my nipples through my shirt, chuckling at how hard they get just from the pleasure of obedience.

“Back in the beginning, this spinning pendant helped me melt your nervousness into eagerness. You’ve become so eager to submit and obey, to be on display. You are my devoted plaything. My spinning pendant will always capture you because you must obey. The only question I had was how long it would take before you devolved into a deeply hypnotized, drooling toy.”

My dominant starts tickling the part of my brain that finds our hypno-play deeply sexy. She wants to plant a seed of horniness that will stay with me for the rest of the day. As her teasing escalates, so does the pace of my breathing. She keeps her hand against my chest to feel it heaving with desire.  

“Mmm, I love how hypnosis swells your tits and makes them sensitive. Hypnosis makes your pussy wet for me too. Your body is yearning for your dominant. You need me to pleasure your body as deeply as I pleasure your mind. Your nipples are so hard when you obey me. You love turning into my sex toy. Your body aches for me…just like every time I take control of your mind. Hypnosis makes you horny. You want to be used like a sex toy. Mmm, obeying me makes you horny. Getting horny makes you obey. You are going to be horny the rest of the day. Outside of trance, you will feel horny and want to be used like a sex toy.”

My body is twitching and my panties are absolutely destroyed. The aching desire I feel is like firecrackers sparking inside me.

“My perfectly programmed good girl is also my deeply obedient sex toy. Hypnosis makes you horny.”

Satisfied I am demolished by horny desire to be used like a sex toy, and that it won’t dissipate after waking, my dominant shifts the focus and energy. She soothes, “Ssshhh, it’s okay. You’re okay, good girl. Ssssh. Calm down. Relax. Relax for me. Slow, deep breathing makes you calm and soft. Relax deeply. Deep and passive. Compliant and quiet. Soft and docile. You are pliable. Passive. That’s my good girl.”

No longer panting or spasming with intense need, I calmly absorb reminders about how the triggers we implant never lose their effect unless we decide to retire them. And then…

SNAP. “Wake.”

My eyes open and I discover myself hunched over. Sitting upright, I immediately notice an awkward amount of drool left in the wake of this trance. Thankfully, a towel from behind wipes across my chin, down my front, and over my lap. I cannot believe how deep I went just from watching my dominant’s old pendant. Feeling horny, and since her hand is already wiping a towel in my lap, I guide her to rub against my crotch. It would be awesome if she used me like a sex toy.

Suddenly, her spinning pendant grabs my attention and her wrist pulls out of my lax fingers. “I must obey…I must obey…I must obey…”

Lost in her spell, I agree with everything she tells me; I will become her “whistleblower” the very moment I wake. The whistleblower trigger was created a while ago after Maya sensed I was holding back while discussing our hypnokink exploration. I felt self-conscious about sharing some of my reactions even though I wanted to be open. Interested in enhancing our experiences, she suggested I have a trigger for entering a shame and embarrassment-free state whenever I hear her call me her “whistleblower.”

The label triggers a compulsion to divulge and inform her of every revealing detail of what I feel and think during hypno-play. It gives my dominant insider information that she, of course, uses to craft stronger and sneakier tricks to dominate me. My whistleblower assists her in learning how different induction methods and commands affect me. When I provide her with genuine reactions without the concern of embarrassment, or fear of hurting her ego, she can take full advantage of the unique way my mind works. It’s been a win-win.

SNAP. “Wake.”

My mind returns and I feel an undeniable compulsion to tell my girlfriend exactly what I thought and felt since the first moment she held her spinning pendant in my line of sight. She moves around the couch to sit and pulls my legs across her lap. She asks questions while I reveal details that are going to make conquering me even more fun for both of us next time. She listens attentively as I reminisce on how fun early hypnotic amnesia training was and how I wondered, prior to falling under the spinning pendant’s spell, whether she was going to command me to forget this even happened. When I’m finally done, I feel accomplished for giving her all of the information I have.

Maya caresses my cheek and pulls my gaze into her eyes. I sigh contentedly, because I did good. I know I did. She runs the pad of her thumb over my lips and confirms, “That was very useful, my sweet, little whistleblower. Very informative. Giving me all those thoughts makes it easy for me to drop you deep. Deeper and deeper down. Under my complete command. Helpless and obedient.”

My wide-eyed, frozen expression gives away how vulnerable my mind is. She slides the tip of her thumb between my loosely-opened lips and I start sucking lightly.

“Responsive and submissive. The whistleblower gave me a lot of ideas. I’m proud of you. And I’m proud of how easily, you forget everything you just told me. Suck your memories clean.”

Without blinking, my mouth takes in more of her thumb and sucks fervently as I am commanded to forget.

“All of the words spoken become cloudy and vaporize. They float away just like your mind already has. You forget everything I want you to. Suck away what I tell you to forget. You forget you’ve been hypnotized. You forget everything from the moment you saw my pendant. You forget seeing my pendant. Here is what you do remember: You fell asleep reading your book. You had a sex dream. Your sex dream explains your horniness. You have not been hypnotized.”

More words slide into my spellbound head as I suck and stare. My dominant commends, “The whistleblower does a good job of making you vulnerable. Suggestions work as soon as the whistleblower completes her task.”

Taking a moment to appreciate what she’s done to a smart and mindful person, she softly kisses my cheek before removing her thumb. “You remember: You fell asleep reading your book. You had a sex dream. You have not been hypnotized. You fell asleep reading your book. You had a sex dream. You have not been hypnotized. You only know what you should know and forget what you need to forget. Tell me what you remember.”

“I fell asleep reading my book. I had a sex dream. I have not been hypnotized,” repeats in a disconnected, but clear, voice.

“After you wake, you must obey any command given after I say, ‘You must’ because you must obey. When you hear me say, ‘You must’, you will obey and remain oblivious of your obedience. This will last for the rest of the day. If you get suspicious or confused, you will happily recall, ‘there is nothing to worry about.’ What happens when you hear me say, ‘you must’?”

“I will obey obliviously and automatically.”

“What do you recall if you get suspicious or confused?”

Smiling, “There is nothing to worry about.”

Satisfied, my dominant commands, “You must: close your eyes.”

My eyes close and she lowers me back until I’m reclined. Picking my book up from the floor, she lays it across my chest and rests my hands on top.

SNAP. “Wake.”

My eyes open. Oh wow, I’ve been sleeping. I feel my book on my chest and while I don’t usually fall asleep while reading, I know that’s what happened. I yawn and stretch, noticing my legs are lain across my girlfriend’s lap.

She’s looking at me and says, “Hello, there. Did you have a good nap?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so,” I toss my book aside. I’m thoughtful for a moment, noticing how horny I am. “I had a sex dream.” I pull my legs back and crawl to get into a straddle on my girlfriend’s lap.

Her eyebrows raise as she happily embraces my new position, “You had a sex dream?”

“Yeah,” I respond thoughtfully and rest my arms on her shoulders. “My panties are soaked and…” I bite my lip, hesitating to share.

“You can tell me,” she encourages.

“Well, I want you to use me like a sex toy.” Oh god, do I. Seeing her smirk encourages me. “I’m so horny, Maya. My sex dream got me all worked up.”

“You must: show your breasts.”

Lifting my shirt to above my already bra-less tits, I don’t even bat an eye at first. But then, I look at how I’m holding my top and furrow my brow. Did I do this on my own? My next thought puts a smile on my face, because there is nothing to worry about.

“You must: be blank.”

An empty feeling takes over from out of nowhere. Feeling blank, I am quiet as my girlfriend sloppily makes out with one of my breasts. She sucks and kisses, flicking a pointy nipple to her heart’s content before nibbling. No reaction ever crosses my face.

“You must: be aware.”

I feel dampness on one of my breasts and I see rosy marks. “You did that?”

Maya smiles and chuckles. “How do you feel?”

“I feel good, but I’m so horny.” I pull my shirt off and gently grasp the back of her head while lifting my other breast toward her mouth. “Will you use me like a sex toy?”

My girlfriend laughs and asks, “Are you inelegantly offering me your boob?”

I look a little sheepish and nod.

Licking her lips, Maya asks, “Are you sure you had a sex dream?”

“Of course. Why else would I be horny?”

Deliberately maintaining eye contact, my naughty girlfriend licks her tongue around my entire breast before leaving a hard, sucking kiss that pops off of my nipple when she releases.

Whimpering pathetically, before asking, “What…what could it be…if not a sex dream?”, I can’t imagine another reason.

“Well, hypnosis makes you horny,” she states boldly.

A high-pitched cry comes out of me for some reason. It’s confusing and embarrassing but suddenly I’m smiling because, there is nothing to worry about.

Maya is watching me and I realize I should respond. “Yes, hypnosis does make me horny. But we haven’t played with any hypnosis this weekend. I have not been hypnotized.” Unexpectedly, I get a little shiver of pleasure.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I have not been hypnotized.” Another flush of pleasure.

“You must: get naked and not notice.”

Pushing off my pants and drenched panties, I am trying to make my point clear to her so I repeat, “I have not been hypnotized.” The shiver of pleasure hits me as I straddle my girlfriend’s lap again.

Maya grabs my ass and pulls me tight against her torso. I gasp because I’m so fucking horny and I hope this means she’s going to use me like a sex toy. I grab at her top, and beg, “Can I, please?”

Please…oh god…pleasing her sounds so good right now. Hearing “yes,” I rip her shirt off of her. When my crotch rubs against her stomach, I can’t understand why it feels so raw and exposed. But I smile when I remember there is nothing to worry about. Feeling incredible, I give in to pleasure. There are sloppy, wet smacking sounds and my pussy is smearing against my dominant’s torso, but I am smiling because there is nothing to worry about. Looking dopey, I compliantly lean back in my dominant’s strong arms providing support while I hump myself against her. I realize I am being used like a sex toy and I am in heaven.

“You must: be my mindless slut.”

Anything of substance disappears from my mind; I am only capable of fucking and being fucked. There is only mindless sluttiness for my dominant. My body is a tool to seduce and pleasure. I am made for sex. I am made for her. Pleasure, arousal, cumming. There is nothing else.

- - - - -

Blinking several times to gain focus, something just happened to make me aware. But what? My eyes widen when I realize I’m kneeling and naked, in my bedroom in front of my girlfriend. I look up at her in surprise and find her enticingly nude, watching me intently. Those gorgeous, pendulous tits above make me lick my lips in desire and an embarrassingly wanton cry flies out because I taste Maya. I quickly look to her glistening cunt in front of me and all I want is to taste her directly from the source. I’m totally astonished I don’t remember how she got on my lips in the first place.

“Baby…how…,” I look up at my girlfriend, mystified.

She tilts her head and says, “Have you been hypnotized?”

“I have not been hypnotized.” My answer comes out like a reflex, but I’m right. The pleasurable tingle traveling through my body is appreciated, but it doesn’t mean anything, as evidenced by me smiling all of a sudden because there is nothing to worry about.

My girlfriend’s hips wiggle and I look back to her crotch.

“You must: worship my cunt.”

All I want is to lavish and please her glorious cunt. I sound enamored, “You’re so beautiful,” and lean toward the most perfect, beckoning pussy I’ve ever seen. Before my mouth can meet its destination, she’s backing away. No! No, no, no! I shuffle on my knees toward the retreating siren. “Wait! Please! I need to please and serve you. Please, let me serve you!”

My dominant has reached my bed and lays back, spreading her knees. Relieved she’s offering herself freely; I nuzzle my face where it belongs. “Mmmm,” I moan and suck on her wet pussy lips. The tip of my nose circles her clit and the flat of my tongue devotedly massages before teasingly poking its tip inside her. This is perfection. This is where I want to be.

After she cums against my mouth, my girlfriend holds herself up on her elbows to get a good look at her messy toy still kneeling between her thighs. “Good, sex toy. You must: be my mindless slut.”

Anything of substance disappears from my mind; I am only capable of fucking and being fucked. There is only mindless sluttiness for my dominant. My body is a tool to seduce and pleasure. I am made for sex. I am made for her. Pleasure, arousal, cumming. There is nothing else.

- - - - -

Blinking several times to gain focus, something just happened to make me aware. But what? My eyes widen when I realize I’m straddling my girlfriend’s chest and I am rubbing myself on one of her tits. What?! I stop moving my hips and glance around. My bed is a disheveled mess. Both her and I are disheveled messes. How did we get here?

“Maya?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Um…”

“Are you okay?” she sounds concerned.

“Definitely,” I respond quickly. “I’m…really good, actually. I just…I’m fucking myself on your breast. And…I don’t remember…” A smile pops on my face because there is nothing to worry about.

She pats my ass cheeks to prompt me to move and we both shift until we’re lying on our sides, face-to-face.

“You’ve been a very horny girl,” she teases.

“I believe you! And…god, I’m still horny.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Do you think you could use me like a sex toy?” I ask hopefully.

She gives me a funny look. “Baby, have you been…”

“I have not been hypnotized.” I interrupt before she even finishes the question. There’s a strong tingling sensation that makes my eyes flutter.

“What just happened?” she soothes in a sexy timber.

“I…I don’t know, but you’ve gotta believe me. I have not been hypnotized.” My body shivers and I thrust my chest toward her.

She smirks and teases, “What did you say?”

“I have not been hypnotized.” My eyes cross pleasurably but I force them to re-focus.

“Tell me again,” she whispers.

“I have not been hypnotized.” My body is aching for her. I’m too deeply conditioned to resist this much pleasure, so I can’t help repeating, “I have not been hypnotized.” Groping at her ass and thighs, I feel like I’m disappearing into a euphoria. “I have not been hypnotized.” My pelvis rolls instinctively. “I have not been hypnotized.” My voice sounds far away.

“My good girl is my deeply obedient sex toy. You must: display mindless submission.”

She helps me roll on top of her and I straddle her waist to give her a perfect view as my subconscious turns me into a display of mindless submission. My eyes roll up, crossed as my tongue hangs over my bottom lip while my whole body is loose. I appear mentally gone as my neck struggles to hold my head still. It keeps flopping in every direction. Programmed to know subconsciously that my dominant loves when hypnosis looks like this, and that she named it “mindless submission,” my body produces it for her. This is not something my conscious mind has ever known, nor will it ever.

When her fingers slide inside me, she commands, “You must: drop deeper as you get fucked.”

My hips start moving and I get fucked as my mind sinks further. Riding her out of pure obedience, I keep bouncing while my dominant enjoys the display she wanted to see. The back of her hand grinds against her pubic bone with each thrust from her mindlessly submitting sex toy until she commands, “Cum for me!” The shuddering orgasm that takes over leaves me in a completely dismantled state.

- - - - -

I wake up very suddenly. It’s a bit jarring to wake from a nap like that, but I stretch and yawn and take mental stock. I smell my body soap, and I feel…horny. Clearing my eyes, I find my book splayed open, across my chest. Wow, I don’t usually fall asleep while reading but that’s clearly what happened. I look out the window and see it’s dark outside. My god! How long was I napping?

Turning my head, Maya is across the room looking at her phone. “Oh, Maya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to nap the afternoon away.”

She hears the guilt in my voice and comforts immediately. “Oh, hey, no. None of that. I had a really good afternoon and I’m glad you got what your body needed.”

I sound kind of surprised when I say, “You’re right. My body got what it needed.”

She smiles, “We should make dinner before it gets too late.”

“Good idea.”

Maya joins me as I’m looking in the refrigerator. When she wraps her arms around me from behind in an innocent cuddle, I think maybe I can seduce her into using me like a sex toy. I feel horny, and I know we should eat dinner, but I really want her to use me like a sex toy.

I turn around and whip my shirt off. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I kiss her passionately. She seems surprised, but reciprocates. I slide a hand down and cup her between her legs.

With swollen lips and a raised eyebrow, she says, “What do you think you’re doing?”

I smirk, “I’m horny.” I grind the heel of my palm against her and lightly lick along her top lip. “And I think you should use me like a sex toy.”

She looks thoroughly amused, “That’s what you think, is it?”

“Absolutely. Think of it like I’m rewarding you. We had a busy weekend; we didn’t have time to play with hypnosis; but I’m going to let you use me like a sex toy anyway!”

Her spinning pendant appears out of nowhere and I’m spellbound. “I must obey…I must obey…”

My dominant informs me of how the rest of our night is going to go.

SNAP. “Wake.”

I’m awake. Looking down, I see I’m naked. What?! I’m sitting sideways across Maya’s lap at the kitchen table and I’m holding a fork. Have I been feeding her? While naked? In her lap? The stunned look on my face meets her smug gaze.

“I thought I’d let you see, momentarily, what we’ve been doing.”

“Um…”

SNAP. SNAP.

Turning toward the bowl on the table, I fill a forkful of pasta and then, carefully feed it to Maya before giving myself a bite too. My eyes widen at what I just did. I let out a surprised, but impressed, laugh.

Her hands begin caressing my bare flesh all over. It’s really distracting how wonderful it feels. I try to focus on all the questions I have but her hands keep gliding across every part of my bare flesh, and…and…it’s wonderful…I melt into a soft smile and docile countenance.

Everything is wonderful.

I am back how I was before she granted me a moment of awareness.

SNAP. SNAP.

I feed my dominant and myself bites of her favorite pasta dish. I made this for her in a peacefully submissive haze after she explained how her magical hands rubbing my subservient nudity would mute my horny desire to be used like a sex toy and simplify my mind into a wondrous place.

“How do you feel?”, she coos softly.

“Wonderful,” I reply, dreamily.

Her magic hands keep caressing and she comments, “You were a little too sexually insatiable before. I had to do something so we could eat. But don’t worry, I’ll let you ask me to use you like a sex toy when we’re done.”

“Wonderful,” my positively blissed out voice agrees.

My dominant chuckles.

SNAP. SNAP.