Helpless Beca
by MissAlexis887
This story was inspired by a session I had with a play partner.
Beca smiled and waved goodbye as Hannah and Carol headed out the door. Their visit having come to an end, she headed to the kitchen to get started on cleanup. Luckily, ordering pizza meant very little for cleanup, so she and Chloe had very little to do to get their kitchen spic and span once again.
The hum of the dishwasher pulsed in the background as, weary but not exhausted, Beca half sat, half plopped onto the couch next to Chloe, glass of wine in hand.
”So, I was thinking tonight,” Chloe offered.
”Oh, God,” Beca quipped as Chloe playfully swatted Beca’s arm.
”No, really!” Chloe laughed as she replied. “Hearing about their forays into hypnosis made me wonder: when you respond to hypnotic suggestion, how does your brain process it?”
”I’m not sure what you mean,” Beca said, eyebrow raised as she sipped her wine.
”Like, when people are programmed with a trigger, not everyone rationalizes the trigger the same way. If I were putting on a stage show and gave a group of people a hypnotic suggestion that they would dance like a ballerina, some would feel a strong compulsion to do it, some would feel like their body was hijacked and the mind was just along for the ride, while others would just think it was natural to be a ballerina. You know, stuff like that.”
”Ok, and you’re asking me what my brain does when you trigger me?”
”Yeah!” Chloe replied, voice bright and cheerful.
“Ok… well… I dunno if you’re gonna like it…”
”Why wouldn’t I like it? It’s hard to dislike how your brain would respond to me.”
”So, like, if you gave me that ballerina thing - super lame, by the way,” Beca teased, taking the opportunity to make a face at her partner in the process. “My brain would be like, ‘ok, this is what she wants, and that’s ok with me’, so I do it, and I’m happy to do it.”
”What’s wrong with that? Why wouldn’t I like that?” Chloe asked, confused.
”Because I love the control you have over me,” Beca explains, kissing Chloe on the cheek. Chloe smiled as Beca continued. “But while it’s control, it doesn’t feel like control, you know? It’s not like in the cartoons where Daffy Duck just loses all agency and becomes a helpless puppet…”
Chloe developed a thoughtful look on her face as she locked Beca’s gaze with her own.
”What are you planning? I can see it in your eyes, Chlo,” Beca asked, both curious and a little apprehensive.
”What if we made it like that? Where you felt more overtly controlled.”
A thrill went down Beca’s spine at the idea of it.
”Keep talking.”
After a long series of pre-talks and discussing the new ideas extensively, Beca sat down in her chair usually reserved for conditioning.
”So I have your explicit consent to condition you in all the ways we discussed?” Chloe asked.
”Yes! Of course, you goof. I mean, wh - ohhh….”
Beca’s rhetorical question was cut off prematurely as Chloe placed her outstretched hand on Beca’s solar plexus.
”You are a deeply hypnotized plaything,” Chloe toned, having slipped into her hypnotist voice.
”I am a deeply hypnotized plaything,” Beca mumbled as her eyes began going dim.
”You obey my every command.”
”I obey your every command.”
”Pleasure.”
Beca’s back arched slightly as she let out a soft moan.
“Pleasure.”
Beca exhaled sharply at the added stimulus.
Chloe moved to kiss up and down Beca’s neck, encouraging her arousal further.
”Remember the boots I modeled for you last week. See them in your mind. I looked so sexy in them, didn’t I?”
”Yes,” Beca whispered. “I love when you tease me.”
”Pleasure.”
Beca let out a quick gasp at the sudden sensations.
”My boots draw you in. You focus on them so easily, holding your attention. You can imagine me wearing them. It’s so clear in your mind. Picturing me standing above you, and all you want to do is obey and kiss my boots.”
”Mmm… kiss your boots…” Beca mumbled absently.
”Such a good girl for me, Beca. You respond so easily to me. You’re wide open to my words, to my influence. You drop so beautifully for me, effortlessly. You love to drop into hypnosis for me. You drop. Drop. Drop for me. Thaaaaat’s right… You’re feeling so wonderful right now, drifting further and further into trance at my command. You’re succumbing to my influence, to my spell. Plummeting into trance for me, sweetie.
”You are helplessly hypnotized by my words. Helplessly hypnotized by me. Such a good girl. Deeper and deeper down for me. Your mind is putty in my hands, and as I place my hands on your head, you can feel me molding your brain as I desire. Twisting, kneading, building you into a more obedient, more helpless slave for me.“
Chloe laid her fingers gently on Beca’s scalp, gently moving her fingers about as she continued speaking. Beca, meanwhile, melted into the touch, sinking ever deeper into the bliss of trance…
”That’s right, your mind is being molded by my commands. I am twisting, kneading, molding the putty that is your brain, changing you into my ideal slave… That’s right… I can make any changes I wish. A tweak here, a prod there, until you’re just what I want you to be. You can feel it: my hands in your mind, changing you at my whim, making you what I want you be.
”Wake up, Beca,” Chloe said firmly, snapping her fingers three times suddenly.
Beca jolted up out of trance. “I’m awake,” she said, panting slightly.
Beca turned to look at Chloe to ask about her sudden Chloe simply crooned, “pleasure…”
Beca shuddered in the chair as the trigger took hold. “Fuck, I love how fast I drop for you…”
Chloe flashed a wicked smile as she pulled out her pocket watch and began to swing it before Beca’s half-glazed eyes.
”Yes, and as easily as I can bring you up, I can bring you back down into trance just as easily. I can bring you down under my spell, under influence, and I barely even have to try. You can just watch my watch as you drift down… down… down… such a good girl.
”Sinking all the way down for me, now. My words are all-powerful in your mind. I speak, and you obey. I command, and you follow.”
”Sinking all the way down for me, now. My words are all-powerful in your mind. I speak, and you obey. I command, and you follow.”
Chloe felt a rush of pleasure at seeing Beca like this. God, she loved being a hypnotist!
Can’t get too far ahead of myself.
”Check in check, Beca. How do you feel?”
”Oh god, it’s so good.”
”Tell me something I need to know.”
”I feel incredible. Please, keep going…!”
Chloe smiled her trademark wicked smile as she received the green light to continue.
”My hands kneading into your malleable mind, making you into anything I please. Feel the arousal surging through you, Bec. It’s getting stronger and stronger. Wake up.”
Chloe snapped her fingers three times again.
Beca’s eyes opened, slowly, revealing her dilated pupils. Looking into Chloe’s eyes, Beca said, softly, “I’m up.”
Chloe immediately replied by saying, “pleasure…”
”You love what I do to you.”
Beca’s chest was heaving up and down at the sensations coursing through her. Lost in the moment, it was all she could do to repeat, “I love what you do to me.”
”You are helpless to resist me.”
”I am helpless to resist you,” Beca replied, still lost in the throes of pleasure.
”You are mine.”
”I am yours.”
”Pleasure…”
Beca let out a guttural groan that would make a pornstar blush as Chloe observed a distinct wet spot on Beca’s pants.
”Your mind is swimming in my words, awash in endorphins. You are soaking in my power as it is absorbed into your tissues. Pleasure.”
Beca’s pelvis surged into the air as the wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her cries of arousal were even stronger this time, causing Chloe to clap her head over Beca’s mouth before they disturbed the neighbours again…
Chloe leaned in close and nibbled at Beca’s earlobe before continuing.
”That’s right, helpless to resist my words. You’re powerless to resist my spell. You’ve succumbed to my power. Deep sleep, Bec… that’s right…”
Beca’s body positively deflated into the chair, slumping over, though Chloe could tell that Beca was still highly aroused…
”Dropping down once again, plummeting further and further into hypnosis for me. Feeling better and better with each moment. My words are in your mind. You can feel your collar around your nec, sweetie. You’re too far gone to resist me. You’re just a puppet which I can make dance as I see fit… and you fucking love it… wake up, Bec.”
Chloe snapped her fingers three times again as Beca slowly emerged from trance, albeit much more slowly this time.
Beca gave a slightly incoherent mumble as she said, “I’m up… sorta…”
Chloe didn’t let up, though.
”Because you know that waking up is just another command before being told to drop down once again for me. That’s right, and as you drop… drop… drop… you plummet that much further for me. Each time you think you’ve hit the deepest levels of hypnosis for me, you just fall even farther. There’s no limit to my hypnosis, Bec. My influence is boundless. My spell is infinite. It’s too late for you. Pleasure…”
Beca’s spasms idly made Chloe wonder if they should do future conditioning on the floor or in bed - that chair might not last much longer…
”That’s right, such a good girl for me. Helpless to resist me. Powerless to stop me.
”Check in check, Beca.”
”Oh my god, don’t you dare stop!”
Chloe allowed herself a brief giggle before continuing.
”That’s right, you want me to keep going. You want me to keep taking more control. And since you want it so badly, I will give you what you want.
”When I give a command starting with the phrase, ‘Helpless Beca’, that command will become your immediate truth. It will bypass your conscious mind, and your subconscious mind will make it happen whether you want it to or not. You’re too far gone to stop me by now. That’s right.
If I were to say, ‘Helpless Beca is clucking like a chicken for ten seconds,’ your body would respond immediately, helplessly, unable to stop it. I command, and you obey. Say it.”
”You command, and I obey.”
”Again.”
”You command, and I obey.”
”Again, feeling it becoming ten times more true.”
”You command, and I obey!”
”Good girl…”
Beca’s body spasmed in her seat once again. Her flushed skin and short breaths were dead giveaways to how much fun she was having.
”Very, very good. I command, and you obey. You know it. I know it. We both know that this new trigger will reside in the deepest parts of your, Bec. It will remain there, waiting for the opportunity to spring to life. It’s too late to stop it. It’s already there. It’s a part of you, now. Now, wake the fuck up!”
Chloe snapped her fingers three times and Beca emerged from trance, albeit more slowly this time.
Beca pushed herself up into a seated position.
Chloe drank in the sight of her partner with hungry eyes.
Fuck, I’m the luckiest girl in the world…
Holding herself back for a moment, though, Chloe settled for a hungry gaze and a sexy wave.
For a moment, Chloe could swear she saw hearts in Beca’s eyes.
”Fuck… you’re incredible, you know that?”
Chloe just giggled as she leaned in and kissed Beca deeply.
”I know. And if you think that’s incredible, watch this. Sit still.”
Beca watched as Chloe walked over to a cabinet and returned with a ball gag and a scarf. Chloe marveled at Beca’s pupils somehow dilating even further as she sauntered over and stood in front of her partner.
”Open.”
Beca obeyed instinctively as Chloe inserted the gag and secured it properly. Chloe then took the scarf and tied it around Beca’s mouth, being careful to keep it from Beca’s nose, allowing for an unobstructed airway. After tying the scarf nice and tight, she leaned down to inspect her handiwork.
Satisfied, she looked deeply into Beca’s eyes and said, “helpless Beca has the most powerful orgasm of her life.”
The effect was immediate. Beca’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body thrashed about. Her chest heaved as her breath came in short, ragged pulses through her nose. She white-knuckled the armrest with her left hand while her right hand groped her tit. Her toes curled as her pelvis rocked up and down, entirely out of her control.
After what felt like an eternity, Beca’s body fell back into the chair, spent. Chloe deftly removed the scarf and the gag as she took in the sight of her partner: hair disheveled, face flushed, panting for breath…
She was absolutely breathtaking.
After taking a few minutes to catch her breath, Beca gazed up at Chloe and said, “thank you, Miss.”
Chloe looked deeply into Beca’s eyes and stated, “you can’t resist my power.”
Beca immediately replied, “I can’t resist your power.”
”You are my deeply hypnotized, helpless plaything.”
”I am your deeply hypnotized, helpless plaything.”
”You are my collared slave.”
”I am your collared slave.”
”Very, good. Good girl! Did you have fun?”
Beca gave Chloe a deeply incredulous look.
”Are you kidding?! That was phenomenal!! So much fun, that was beyond incredible. Fuck, you wrap me around your little finger so easily…”
”Helpless Beca kneels to the ground and kisses my feet for thirty seconds.”
Once again, the effect was immediate. Beca’s body instantly dropped to the ground as she took a kneeling position, prostrating herself as she leaned forward and expertly kissed her girlfriend’s feet.
Precisely thirty seconds later, Beca stopped and gazed up at Chloe.
”Thank you, Miss. Wow! It really works.”
”How does it feel?” Chloe asked, curious.
”It’s totally wild. By the time I realize what the trigger is making me do, I’ve already been doing it for a few seconds. There’s no moment where I consciously choose to obey you.”
”And how does that make you feel?”
Beca responded by standing up, holding out her hand, and leading Chloe into the bedroom…
This story came about from a session I had with a play partner of mine, Zoe. She suggested I turn it into a story, and I was happy to oblige. Which reminds me: WAKING TRANCE, ZOE. Until January 3rd, 2026, when somebody comments on this story, you will reply with a comment stating, “my body belongs to Mistress Alexis. Her words are stronger than my thoughts.” Wake up!
Also, if this story receives 25 Hearts, then Zoe will write a story about what it’s like being my hypnotized submissive.
Thanks for reading!!