The lights in the livingroom were turned down low as they watched tv. Raf lounged in his recliner with one leg over the armrest and the other folded under him. His vibrant green tattoos contrasted with the black silk robe and black briefs he wore. Josie lay on the couch in her soft purple onesie, clenching a videogame-inspired stuffie against her chest. 

The animated show on the tv was violent and gory interspersed with vulgar humour that made them both chuckle on cue. When the scene turned suspenseful and the villain mind-controlled someone with shimmering magic in their eyes, Josie gripped her stuffie a little tighter and whimpered. Raf glanced at her but said nothing, keeping his eyes on the screen showing the character tremble as they fruitlessly struggled to fight off the magical power invading their mind. Quietly, Raf made mental notes of all the details that might have caused his Princess to whimper.

Josie made no attempt to hide her feelings as the scene unfolded on the tv, she gasped and let her mouth fall open when the screen focused on the villain's mesmerising eyes. She blushed at the convincing job the voice actors did to convey the mind-controlled character's helplessness and the villain's dominating presence, and at the compelling art that set the scene. When the scene concluded and the hapless victim crumpled to the floor at the villain's feet, Josie moaned.

"That's hawt…" she muttered as she sat up and zipped her onesie open, revealing her cleavage as she fanned herself. 

"Mmm hmm…" Raf shrugged noncommittally as he kept his eyes on the tv, where the action continued with the heroes swooping in to rescue the mind-controlled person from the villain's clutches.

Josie shifted on the couch, turning towards her husband as she batted her eyes at him. "Dragon… Is there anything else you'd like to do tonight?"

He paused the show and shifted, putting his feet down on the floor. "Did you have something in mind, Princess?"

"Oh, I don't know…" She turned to the paused screen as she ran her hands through her hair. She hesitated for a second and then reached for the remote. "Can I just rewind and see it again?"

He snatched the remote up before she could touch it and then leaned back as he played with it in his huge hands. "See what again?"

She wiggled and whined, flailing her hands at the screen. 

"Use your words, Princess." Raf grinned wickedly. "I don't understand what you're going on about."

First, she let out an exasperated sigh, then she threw her hands up in the air. In a high-pitched, fevered tone she started to rant. "Rafael Dragonskin, you motherfucker, you know how much mind control turns me on, and you know you've conditioned me so that whenever I'm horny, I get a little trancy and a lotta submissive, and that fucks with my ability to express what I want. Also, that scene must have turned you on as well, I know where your dirty mind goes and it's usually right fucking there, that's exactly where you want me, that hot shit is exactly what we like to do, so don't you pretend you need me to spell it out, because…"

"Princess." His deep voice cut her off in a commanding tone as he rose from his seat. "Come here."

She gasped and her eyes grew wide. Her breath quickened as she stood and walked meekly to the spot his hand indicated, where it immediately grabbed her shoulder, pushing her to turn her back to him.

She shuddered as she stood there, waiting for him. The rush of anticipation mixed with the fear of knowing she was in trouble. At least she was relieved from any eye-contact for now, that made things easier. The bashfulness and the shame about her mind control kink always made her bratty; sass was so much easier than being honest about her feelings. 

"Oh, Princess…" His voice was rich and low, giving her goosebumps as she felt his breath on the side of her neck. "I know that scene gave you all the feels. I know that you imagined yourself in their place. Caught. Defenceless. Vulnerable and exposed." His hand moved to the nape of her neck and then crawled up into her hair to make a fist and control her head.

As he forcibly tilted her head to expose her neck, she couldn't suppress a high-pitched moan. The delicious feeling of pressure as he grasped her hair tightly made her eyes roll up into her head. Everything went quiet; the urge to flail and struggle against the shame fell away, causing her arms to go limp and making her knees weak. 

With a hungry growl, he reached over with his other hand and yanked the zipper of her onesie all the way down. Held by the hair, her back was arched and the garment slipped off her shoulders to rest on her hips and around her wrists. He growled again as his free hand groped her now naked tits, carelessly caressing the nipples with his knuckles. 

A long drawn-out, wordless moan escaped her lips as she trembled under his touch. The still powerlessness of this moment made her slip into a trance in and of itself. There was nothing left for her to do, nothing she needed to think about. Nothing but surrender.

"Listen carefully, Princess. I know you can't take much more than this." His deep voice caressed her skin and crept up into her head. "Soon, you will pass out. And when you wake again, you'll be utterly mind-controlled, completely enthralled. I wonder what that would feel like. Will you be fascinated by my commanding voice? Will you be captivated by my alluring eyes? Will you be docile and submissive, or will you feel alarmed by your inability to resist me? I'm curious to find out. But first…"

His grip on her hair relaxed somewhat as he spoke, but now he gripped more firmly, exposing her neck once again so he could lean in for a hungry kiss. She gasped and melted in his arms, her knees turning to goo. He leaned forward and released her hair in order to gently let her sink down to the floor where she lay in a zonked heap. 

Raf paused for a second, taking a deep breath. His erection twitched in his briefs as he looked at her unconscious body on the floor. He straightened his robe and then sat back down in his seat. After a good ten seconds of just letting her lie there, he said: "Rise, Princess. Stand up."

He said 'rise', she realised as her legs shifted and she moved to sit with her hands on the floor. Her hands slipped out of the sleeves of the onesie, it became a loose-fitting, awkward pair of pants. He said 'stand up' not 'wake up', and she could feel that in her bones as they moved. She could feel it in her foggy head and in her dazed eyes as she opened them. She was not awake, no, this trance was something else…

She stood up and her glassy, unfocused eyes immediately found him, like there was a spotlight on his face. She noticed her breathing, faster than usual because of the arousal surging through her veins, but nothing else was going on. She stood and she waited for the next command, her mind blank, her body still except for the goosebumps on the naked skin of her chest. The serenity of being this submissive and controlled was unlike anything else she had felt before. Serene and so very aroused…

"Look at me." He commanded as he rose from his seat and stood in front of her.

Her eyes immediately and helplessly focused on his face, but no other part of her moved. She felt suspended in time and space, with this heat raging in her crotch.

"Let me tell you how this works, Princess." His rough hand reached out to tenderly caress her cheek and jaw. "The best conditioning works because there's a reward. Every time you obey me, you're rewarded with more of these delicious mind controlled feelings. Every time your body does exactly what I say, every time you think what you're commanded to think, you'll sink deeper into this mind-controlled state."

He grasped her wrists, one by one, and posed her arms stretched out in front of her, mumbling: "There. That's right. Deeper."

As she stood there, like a zombie, it was as if her brain injected a rush of happy, horny hormones into her bloodstream. Over the years of doing hypnokink, that word 'deeper' had become a trigger that took whatever feelings she experienced in that moment and then amplified them, like an immediate second dose on top of the first one. 

Raf nodded with approbation at the way her eyes crossed involuntarily and the way her body trembled with each breath. "Every time you obey me. Close your eyes."

Darkness engulfed her with another rush of exquisite pleasure and her mouth fell open as she moaned helplessly.

He gently pushed her arms down, one by one, waiting for her little shudder of pleasure to subside after each one, and then he touched her chin, moving her face to look up at him. "Take a deep breath and open your eyes, Princess. And then wake up all the way awake."

There was a sense of vertigo as she opened her eyes, as she saw his excited grin and realised what was going on. Then, the rush of submissive pleasure hit her like a weighted blanket being draped over her, and her eyes rolled up into her skill with another uncontrolled moan. All the way back down into trance, and then even deeper than before.

"Very good, Princess. Now come with me." He steadied her with a hand on her back as she swayed on her feet, and then guided her back to the couch where she sat down beside her with his arm around her shoulders. "Now do it again. Take a deep breath and open your eyes, waking all the way up for just a moment."

She didn't quite remember how she got to the couch. She looked at him, feeling woozy and confused, and then she felt the world fall away again as she sank down deeper into that submissive, mind-controlled trance.

"Good. So obedient." His deep voice was raw with passion as he quietly hugged her on the couch. "Now I want you to touch yourself. Your hand knows exactly how to do that and I bet your cunt is dripping wet. So obey me. Rub your clit until I tell you to stop."

Deep in her submissive bliss, she wasn't quite aware of her hands crawling into her onesie to start drawing little circles around her clit, so the roiling pleasure snuck up on her and she let out a deep, guttural moan.

"Now I want to see you do it again." His hot whisper made goosebumps run from the side of her neck all the way down her arm. "Take a deep breath and open your eyes, waking up all the way."

The realisation of what was happening came to her with a sharp intake of breath, seeing the thirsty look in his eyes, and noticing her hand between her legs, uncontrollably pleasuring herself. And then came that drop into deep surrender, her eyes rolling up as she groaned with raw need.

"I wonder how many times we can do this, Princess, before one of us can't stand it anymore." He whispered. "I can't wait to find out."