The Greatest Fan

Chapter 6

by Nath

Tags: #consensual_kink #D/s #dom:female #f/m #hypnosis #roleplay #emotional_play #no_sex_no_nudity #Octavia

Henry lay on his belly on the bed, his arms folded up under his head as he stared at the pieces of his suit and his shoes lying discarded on the floor of the studio. Next to his head, Octavia's feet wiggled in the net stockings she was wearing as she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"Don't fall asleep." She smiled without looking at him.

He chuckled. "Why not? Does it cost extra?"

She pushed her foot up against his cheek. "It costs extra if you bore me."

"Oh, I'm terribly boring." He nuzzled her foot for a moment. "But I'm also prepared to pay any price to just lie here with you right now."

"Aww…" She sighed, he was so sweet. Then she lifted her head up to look at him. "Tell me something, Henry. Do questions still bother you? Is the hypnotic forgetfulness truly gone?"

Henry nodded. "There's like… a twinge somewhere. But it's mostly fine now." He buried his face in his arms. "I'm sorry I used my safeword."

"No!" Octavia sat up and stroked his back. "Never apologise for using your safeword. It's there for a reason and I'm glad you used it. Please always remember that."

"Thank you." He mumbled as he shifted to a more comfortable position.

She patted him on the buttock before laying back down. "Just don't bore me."

With another chuckle, he asked: "Am I here to entertain you then?"

"I suppose not…" She stretched and put her hands behind her head. "So what would you like to do now?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment before he replied. "I'd like to do one of your fantasies." He propped himself up on his elbow to look at her. "If that's not too forward."

"What do you mean?" She asked tentatively.

"You're a hypnoDom. You do this because you enjoy hypnosis in and of itself. I really don't know much about that. I have seen my share of mind control tropes in the media so I understand that the fantasy is actually quite common. What you've shown me here has been really hot. And I mean really hot." He smirked at her. "So… would you like to do something that's just really hot? To you?"

She snickered and shook her head. "Henry… The simple act of hypnotising you is hot. Taking a strong, handsome, intelligent man and reducing him to a mindless, compliant plaything is fucking hot. Every time I've hypnotised you was hot, so you're going to have to be more specific."

"Mindless, compliant plaything?" He repeated the words softly. "I had never looked at it like that. I think I might like that."

Octavia sat up again. "You don't have to 'make it up to me'." She made air quotes with her fingers. "It was a hot scene. And using your safeword was a good way to end it when you had enough."

"I'm not trying to make it up to you." He shrugged and shifted on the bed. "I guess I'm trying to say that I haven't had enough yet."

"Alright." Octavia scooted over to the edge of the bed, next to his arms and head. "Take a moment to put on some clothes if you want. And then we can reduce you to a mindless, compliant plaything." She waggled her eyebrows at him.

With a smile, he got up from the bed and gathered up all his clothes to put them on a chair. Then he looked down at himself, at the underwear he was wearing. "You're always encouraging me to put clothes on. Why is that?"

She spread her hands in a frank, open gesture. "I may be technically a sex worker, but I always want to remind you that actual sex is completely optional. This can all be as non-sexual as you want. I dislike the term "happy ending" because I and many others in my corner of the world don't need penis in vagina action in order to be happy. It's all optional."

"It's an option then?" He looked at her, and at the dress and stockings she was wearing.

She narrowed her eyes at him, feeling uncomfortable with where this was going. "Don't act like a sleazebag. We didn't discuss this option beforehand so we're not discussing it now."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" He lowered his eyes and shuffled his feet.

"Henry." She pointed at him. "I told you to stop. You stopped. It's all good now. You asked for a fantasy of mine, so put some clothes on and I'll hypnotise you."

"Yes, Octavia." He quickly started to put on his slacks.

She thought about what she wanted for a moment, and how to prod him in the right direction again. "Take a chair and put it in the middle of the room for me." She said. "I want you to sit."

Wearing only his black slacks but with bare feet and chest, he sat down on the chair and hugged himself. She walked over and stood in front of him, looming over him. He tentatively made eye-contact, perhaps still feeling bad about the dick move he made. But she smiled as she looked down at him.

"As I said, you are a strong, handsome and intelligent man." Her voice was smooth and seductive. "So I am going to enjoy this." She leaned in to kiss him on the lips.

He finally relaxed, leaning into her kiss and he reached up to touch her face. She grabbed his wrists and ended the kiss, standing up straight with his wrists in her hand. 

"Look me in the eye, Henry." She said softly. "For this to work, I need you to follow my lead. Focus on my eyes and what I'm saying to you, and let me take control of what's happening. Let your arms just be relaxed and heavy and limp in my hands." 

He stared up at her, forgetting to blink as she gently shook his arms and weighed them in her hands.

"I know your arms must be heavier than that." She smiled warmly as she fixed him with her gaze. "Focus. Relax your shoulders. I want to feel the heft of your muscles. I want to feel that when I eventually let go, your arms will drop down so heavy and limp that you feel this sinking, falling feeling come over you when it happens. So focus on that as you relax for me."

His shoulders sagged and his arms moved a little more freely as she shook them. Staring up at her, his jaw relaxed and his lips parted ever so slightly as a soft sigh escaped his lips. There was a change in his eyes, they widened, their pupils dilating.

"Very good," she cooed as she shook his arms from side to side. "You're doing exactly as I ask. Compliant. It's so easy to focus on me and allow me to take control. Your arms so heavy and limp now. Your eyes so heavy now. So ready to drop deep down into trance." And she let go of him.

His arms fell down and hung there beside the chair. The swing and the drop made him slump forward, his eyes closing and his chin resting on his chest. Octavia moved behind the chair to hold his shoulders and keep him sitting more or less upright, even though his head slumped forward.

She bent forward to bring her voice closer to his ear as she softly massaged his head with her fingers. "We've made that first step. Compliant. I want you to become aware of the feeling that you're not in control of anything your body does right now. Everything is too heavy, too lethargic, too deeply hypnotised for you to move or do anything of your own accord. And that feels nice doesn't it? No control, no responsibility. Just undergo what I'm doing to you. I'm making you a mindless, compliant plaything. I'll show you how compliant you are already. Sit up and open your eyes." She let go of him and went to stand in front of him again so she could look at him.

He shifted in the chair, less slumped now even though his arms were still hanging down by his sides. His head lifted up and his eyes opened but they were unfocused, staring into space.

"I'm sure you notice that even though your eyes are open, you're not actually awake right now." She watched him closely as she spoke to him, trying to observe all of the little signs that her words were affecting him. "And that's a fun feeling to lean into, isn't it? What are you then, if not awake? Deeply hypnotised? What does that mean? What does that feel like? I know what effect it has. It makes you compliant. Stretch your arms out in front of you."

As his arms rose up in the air until the line from his shoulders to his wrists and hand was almost horizontal, his hands and fingers still looked limp and numb. His eyes blinked a few times and seemed to roll up a little.

She took a deep breath, enjoying every second of this. "Do you feel how easily and automatically that happened? How compliant you are? That means we can start working on the next step. Mindless. You may feel like you're not thinking much as it is right now. Well, I'm going to make your head even more quiet. Let your arms drop down again."

His eyes rolled up and closed as his arms fell back down by his sides. There was a sigh and a sinking, sagging shift in his posture as his head lolled on his shoulders.

"It's hard for you to understand what is happening anymore. It's strange how that goes, it starts with focus, which means that your mind becomes clearer with less distractions. But then once you drop deeper into trance, it becomes harder to think, doesn't it? Like your arms, your thoughts have fallen down and they're just too heavy for you to direct. But when I speak, they react automatically to my words. You think only what I tell you to think. Mindless. Open your eyes and observe how mindless you feel."

His eyelids strained to open and then his bleary eyes stared ahead into nothing as his head continued to wobble and sway. His jaw was slack and his mouth hung open. Only one thing about him wasn't limp and slumped: the hard bulge in his pants.

Octavia grinned. "So are you my mindless, compliant plaything now? How does it feel? I think there's only one more thing missing…" She licked her lips trying to contain the arousal she felt seeing him like this. "When I tell you to speak, in a moment, you will find that your voice sounds strange. Foreign. Not like yourself. Because you are my mindless, compliant plaything. That droning, monotonous voice that automatically comes out of your mouth when I tell you to speak is the voice of my mindless, compliant plaything." She took a deep breath, tense with excitement. "Now tell me, what are you?"

His heavy-lidded eyes blinked and his lips twitched before he managed to speak slowly. "I am your mindless, compliant plaything." His voice was breathy, low and everything she said it would be.

Feeling all hot and bothered, Octavia sat down on his lap, straddling the bulge in his pants as she touched and stroked his chest. "I want you to remember this feeling, Henry. Commit this moment to memory in its entirety. Everything you feel right now, everything that's happening to you outside of your control. Say it again." And she kissed his cheek.

"I am your mindless, compliant plaything." He said it without any sort of reaction to her sudden closeness and touch.

"Every time you say it, you feel it becoming more true." She said between kisses in his neck. "Say it again."

"I am your mindless, compliant plaything." He droned as she sat on his lap making out with him. "I am your mindless, compliant plaything."


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