When Hypnodommes collide

Lydia meets her match

by LydiaSalia

Tags: #D/s #dom:female #f/f #humiliation #m/f #pov:bottom #exhibitionism #scat

Lydia and Julie recently escaped from Doug, who was engaged in what amounted to sex trafficking. He was breeding a bevy of girls. Never under estimate Lydia Salia.

This story contains scenes of explicit sexuality. It is not intended for viewing by minors. If you have not reached the age of majority in your area then please do not proceed.

All characters and situations depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Copyright @ 2021 Lydia Salia

HypnoThoughts

I had recently regained the upper hand and re-exerted my control over Doug. He had started a commune and was recruiting girls including Julie and me. How he got to us is a pretty involved story in itself. He used drugs and various mind manipulation strategies to get us compliant. Then he made a mistake. He broke the sacred bond of trust and I was able to break free of his mental hold. It wasn't easy and it didn't exactly go smoothly. The battle of wits kind of see sawed back and forth. Ultimately Julie came through even though she was briefly committed as a nut job. My fault, sorry Julie... She convinced the doctors at CMHIP that she was under the influence of a hypnotic compulsion. Fortunately, they listened to her. She was soon relieved of her ‘demons’ and made her way back to the commune, this time with the authorities. Doug was once again neutered.

HypnoThoughts was coming up in Vegas and I had been asked to give a lecture. I have developed quite a reputation from my erotic fiction stories.  Then, true story, everything came undone. All my stories were deleted from EMCSA with no explanation. I was told they were ‘too authentic’. I struck a nerve. So, now the reader has to ask themselves, is the story I’m about to tell real or fiction? I’ll never tell…

I met fellow hypnodomme Kendall the first day of the conference. Out of left field, she dropped me with a sucker punch. I wasn't ready for it. Didn't see it coming. She seemed so nice. I guess she was nice, but she has a dark side... like me.

She didn't know who I was, and I didn't know her. I was feeling kind of depressed, nursing a gin and tonic alone in the bar. She must have noticed I looked down. She walked over to me and quipped. "Mind if I join you? You look like you could use a friend."

I welcomed the intrusion. I could use a friendly voice. "I am kind of down."

Kendall sat down in the chair next to me. "Tell me what is getting you so down."

"Do you really want to hear my boring story?"

Kendall smiled warmly, "Yes, by all means, I'm all ears."

"Well, everything in my life is blowing up. For one thing, I’m probably getting a divorce. My husband, Doug, is too… controlling.”

Then I got banned from writing stories on EMCSA. I've had writer's block ever since that fiasco. Apparently, my stories scared some readers who thought that I was engaged in sex trafficking or my husband was engaged in sex trafficking. I basically ‘hypnotize’ people with my writing. Blur the lines between reality and fantasy. Hypnotic subjugation and nonconsensual sex is what makes erotic hypnosis erotic, right? Well, more than a few people thought my husband was operating some sex slave ring, compelling me, my friend Julie and some other girls to fuck whomever he sent our way. What I find humorous is when I tried to set things straight and tell my readers this was all part of an elaborate fictional story, some thought I was lying or being coerced. Some thought Doug was compelling me to make this all up and that it was, in fact, real. One fan reported me to the site admin at EMCSA and he even went so far as reporting me on the FBI web site for suspected sex traffickers! Talk about a cluster fuck. Yeah, I'm fucking depressed. Even Amazon is giving me grief. I’m not sure where I should publish. I can't even get Literotica to accept my stories. I'm radioactive.

I found a site to publish my works in readonlymind.com. I really was reported to the FBI sex trafficking site. Thank god they have a little more sense than some of my obsessed readers.

"Wow. I think I heard about this. You're Lydia? Lydia Salia?"

"Speaking."

"I am so sorry. I read quite a few of your stories before you vanished. You are such an incredible writer.  I wondered what you did to get in trouble."

"What I did…? You know as much as I do. It isn't fair. I publish my stories on ROM now. I’m radioactive to most of the ‘free’ sites. I guess I crossed too many lines and scared some readers and wannabe hypnotists. ‘Confessions of a Hypnodomme’ and 'Beguiled and Trafficked' are two pieces that I think are some of my best works. Maybe all of ten people have discovered and purchased them on Amazon. I'm getting zero visibility because Amazon doesn’t allow you to promote X rated fantasy literature.

Except for one paperback they have, I have since left Amazon. They wanted to tell me what I could write. Certain topics are taboo.

Kendall reached over and grabbed my hand in both of hers squeezing it. This simple gesture of kindness made me tear up.

"I am so, so sorry. I will buy your book tonight and read it. I wish there was something more I could do."

A tear rolled down my cheek. "Thank you for being so kind. I needed that right now. Enough about me. Tell me about yourself."

"Ok. I'm a somewhat new hypnodomme aiming to learn a few more techniques to move into the big leagues. I have hypnotized my 'bestie' girlfriend and my boyfriend. Gradually, covertly I transitioned them from being curious volunteers to devoted submissives. At first they resisted, but now they enjoy obeying me. Some of the techniques in your stories helped me dominate them more deeply.”

"Well, you must be a very good hypnotist. Knowing what to do and say still requires finesse and timing… and empathy. You have to be able to read your subject and pivot quickly when they display subtle, subconscious points of resistance.”

I sighed, “I wish someone could hypnotize me out of my depression."

Kendall was quiet for a moment, seemingly contemplating my statement.

"I can help you with your depression. I cured my girlfriend of her depression. I bet I can do the same thing for you. You are so beautiful and your future is so bright. You should never have another day of depression for the rest of your life."

Shit! Was she serious? "It’s my understanding that hypnosis works great for anxiety, but not so well for depression."

"Recent research suggests otherwise. I know I can help you."

I would give anything not to have these dark spirits telling me how bad I am and that I should kill myself."

"Kill yourself, really?"

"Not recently, but I have had two serious suicide attempts I'm ashamed to admit. I almost succeeded once. The others were cries for help I think. I'm not thinking clearly when I get this down. I just don't know what I'm doing."

"Lydia, you are a pure soul. God loves you. Maybe he put me here to help you."

I had opened my heart to God the night before, asking him to help me as I cried into my pillow. Had he sent this angel to help me? I suddenly had an overwhelming sense of peace and hope.

Kendall asked, "Are you on medication?"

"Not right now. I prefer something called 'cognitive therapy'. SSRI drugs like Lexapro kill my creativity and emotion. I can't even have an orgasm when I'm on them. The tradeoffs are severe."

Kendall volunteered, "Hypnosis can help your brain synthesize more serotonin. Some recent studies have discovered this link.

Wow. I needed to keep up more with the research.

"Let me hypnotize you. Let me help you feel better about yourself."

"Thank you for the offer." I was grateful. I volunteered, "I go under very easily and very deeply when I want to. I will cooperate fully. This should be easy for you."

Besides, I was curious to see how proficient she was at inductions. Normally I'm not so enthusiastic to be hypnotized by a stranger. But I figured I was safe and could let my guard down this once. I figured wrong.

"Lydia, I want you to sit back and get comfortable. I want you to look closely at this crystal I am holding in my hand. Notice how the light reflects off of it. It is strangely magnetic drawing your attention... drawing you in."

Not bad I thought. The crystal was kind of mesmerizing.

"I want you to take a deep breath and begin counting backwards for me. With each even number take a breath in and with each odd number breath out? Can you do that for me?"

"I don't know. That sounds kind of complicated.”

"Lydia, you must take this seriously or we can stop right now."

She was right of course. I was being a shit. “You’re right, no need for me to be pedantic. I apologize.”

I liked that. She was establishing authority. She already had my trust. Maybe she was a half-ass decent hypnotist after all. Her induction was clean and simple. No double binding or using confusion in inductions yet. I could teach her those tricks. Ok, I need to pay attention to her instructions I chided myself. I started counting down silently to myself as she had instructed.

Kendall droned on and I started to daydream about the conference. Would Daniel be here? I kind of wanted to hook up with him again if he was. Oh, oh. Where was I on my count?  She wasn't doing a very good job getting me to maintain focus. Strange. The crystal seemed to have an almost translucent sheen. I felt like I was being drawn into it. Like the image was becoming distorted, almost like a prism. Fascinating.

I blinked a couple times and realized the crystal was gone. The walls of a room came into focus. I was looking at Kendall's foot... What the fuck? I blinked again and realized I was in one of the hotel rooms. What is going on? Did Kendall hypnotize me? Really?

I looked up at her. I was at her feet. Actually, I was licking her feet and, of course, I was naked. What else is new?

Kendall's toes in my mouth made it hard for me to speak. I mumbled, "Is this part of the cure for depression?"

"Yes, absolutely. I must ensure your absolute obedience if I am to measurably increase your serotonin levels. I will also be increasing your serotonin levels with chocolate. I’ll bet you like that."

“I do like chocolate.” I guess that made sense. It was then that I realized she too, was naked. Oh my. She was older, but all of a sudden, she looked... extremely appealing... extremely desirable.

"Lydia, what is your favorite thing to do?"

"I love licking ass."

Wait, what? Did I really just say that?

"Good girl, then get after it."

Kendall got down on all fours, leaned over and spread her cheeks. Her ass suddenly became an intense object of desire. Why do I want to lick her ass? I don't even know her. These questions were coursing through my brain as I leaned in and began to lick her ass. I was on autopilot.

"Lydia, I know how badly you want to lick my ass. More than anything you have ever wanted. And it would please me more than anything if you cleaned me with your tongue."

Was this happening? Did she really want me to clean her ass with my tongue? Did I really want to be doing this? Oddly, yes, I did. Was I operating under a hypnotic compulsion? Maybe, but I wanted this too. I didn't feel compelled. It is just what I wanted.

"Thank you master. Thank you so much." When did I start calling her master? I know that is what she is, but I don't know. Everything seems so confused.

Her anus was fairly dark. I wasn't sure if it was melanin pigmentation or if she had just not done a good job cleaning up. As I drew near I realized it was the latter. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I thought this must be wrong. But what If I did a really good job? My master would be so happy with me. I hesitated.

Kendall was saying something to me, "Dark chocolate increases serotonin levels. You love dark chocolate, and you know how good it is for your depression."

That was true enough. I took a tentative lick, and it wasn't so bad. Maybe a little bit bitter as cocoa can be. Did she smear dark chocolate on her ass when I wasn't looking? Or was I imagining this? It could just be a hypnotic suggestion? I couldn't tell, but I didn't care. I was compelled to lick her and clean her. There really wasn't much there. Not even a mouthful. It didn't take long for me to lick it clean.

I was proud of myself, "All clean!"

Then I added, "Not even enough for a swallow. All that did was whet my appetite."

"Brush your teeth for me and then I have another treat for you."

I realized my breath smelled like ass, so I gladly hopped up to brush my teeth.  "What else do you have for me?"

"I have some bright red cherry syrup dripping out of my pussy. That will go perfect with the chocolate you just had."

"Master, you shouldn't put cherry syrup in your pussy. It might cause an infection."

"Yes, I realize that now. That is why I want you to slurp it all up. It may seem a little like menstruation to you, but I assure you it is delicious cherry syrup and you will love the flavor."

My master wasn't wrong. It was delicious. There seemed no end to it oozing out of her, but I did the best I could to make a tight seal with my mouth so none of it would escape. And I sucked and tongued her until I was pretty sure I had gotten most of it. She was moaning, so she obviously appreciated my efforts.

"Lydia, you look like a vampire that got a little carried away. Go wash the bloo... the cherry juice off your face."

"Yes master. Thank you master."

Kendall told me what a good girl I had been and that it was now time for me to wake up from my dream. I woke up and looked around. I guess I was in Kendall's hotel room and we were both dressed. That was a bizarre dream. Eating Kendall out is not something I would normally do. Well, not after just meeting.

"Is your depression better?"

I thought about it. I didn't feel depressed at all. "I feel great. You are good. I guess I'm in your room for privacy since you hypnotized me?"

"Bingo. Listen Lydia, I want you to go back to your room, clean up, take a shower and then I want you to take a long nap for me. That dream you had is just going to fade away as dreams do. We will see each other tomorrow.  I want to take you a little deeper to reinforce some suggestions that will help increase your serotonin levels. How does that sound?"

"That sounds grand. Thank you so much."

I really liked Kendall. She had the makings of a great hypnotist. I could teach her about the Mandell triangle, binding, and calibration. I would make her into a great hypnotist. Then it dawned on me. There was a strange metallic taste in my mouth. Had I bitten my tongue? Was that blood I tasted in my mouth? I had no pain. I surveyed my gums in the mirror. No fissures or bleeding. Very odd. I brushed my teeth and showered and then, suddenly, I felt so very, very sleepy. I barely made it to my bed before falling fast asleep. I awoke the following morning feeling incredible, wonderful. My serotonin levels must be through the roof.

I had gotten up to dress and put on my makeup when my phone alarm went off. I opened it and it said, "Fully awake, fully aware, remembering everything."

This was a 'protection' alarm that I had put on my phone to bring me out of hypnotic trance or a hypnotic compulsion. It went off every day at the same time and my subconscious would register it. I even had another fallback safeguard that would notify my friend Julie if I went missing. Most of the time I didn't remember anything... because there was nothing to remember. I had not been surreptitiously hypnotized..., until now. Fuck me. Again? This time I remembered a whole lot of shit. Literally.

Kendall might have helped with my depression, but only because she had read the latest scientific paper on the topic. She had also taken advantage of me in a vulnerable state and used me for her own pleasure. She had made me her little bitch. That was it. I would never, ever trust anyone again. It was time to teach Kendall a lesson. I would have to use a covert induction. She would resist any other form of induction. I saw two choices. Hypnotize her through a confederate - someone else at the conference or... maybe... I had an even better idea.

Who will prevail between these two hypnodommes? 

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