Sitting at the desk in his bedroom wearing some fuzzy blue sweatpants and a plain gray t-shirt, wearing his best pair of black wireless headphones, Noel was excited for... whatever this late night erotic hypnosis thing would turn out to be. It would start at nine, which was in about ten minutes. His medium-length black hair and short stature made him look like a good "hypno-pet" apparently, but he doubted the results would be that extreme.

It started the day before with him looking for women online that he could have a casual fling with. After some searching and some of his messages being ignored, as usual even though he was fairly cute, he came across a stunning woman named Francesca who, on her profile, said she wanted to "practice her erotic hypnosis skills".

Hypnosis or guided meditation in general wasn't his thing; those "Fall Asleep In 20 Minutes Hypnosis" videos never did anything to calm down the barrage of random thoughts in his head at night.

Ordinarily not actively into this kind of thing, she was pretty enough to make him consider it. The photos were only of her bust and up, but there was plenty to see. The wavy purple hair, that delightful black and magenta swirl patterned dress and the hefty cleavage that went with it, and those blue eyes... It all made him decide that even if none of this nonsense made him relaxed or sleepy or horny or anything, at least staring into her eyes--and other places--for an hour would at least do the trick.

When he had messaged her, she replied quickly, and after some back and forth, Noel was delighted to hear that she really liked his looks and was willing to try some hypnosis on him.

And now, with a few minutes left, he decided to enter their video chat early. The best case scenario he was hoping for was that he'd play along and just follow her instructions, maybe getting relaxed and horny in the process, but it wasn't like hypnosis was that powerful. Those stage magicians on TV were all frauds and hucksters anyway. A hot woman doing it was much more fun though.

Finally, she joined. With just a red wavy curtain and the back of a leather chair in the background, there was nothing to distract him from the fact that she was looking very fantastic in her signature dress. She ran a hand through her hair, revealing that she was wearing some lovely magenta nail polish, matching the pink in her dress. He couldn't imagine anyone wearing that in public, so it was probably an outfit she used specifically for hypnosis sessions.

"Lovely!" she said. Her microphone, wherever it was, was superb, making him feel a little ashamed of using his built-in webcam microphone. "You're here early."

"I couldn't wait. Can you hear me? You're looking really good tonight, by the way! I was kind of hoping you'd wear that to this."

"Mhm. I can hear you. And yes, this is my hypnosis outfit. I made it very recently; it really gets people to drop under. Really, it's not that hard to just stare into it all night... But for now, I'd like to start by asking you a few questions."

"Sure thing," he said, trying to make it not obvious he was looking at her boobs.

"Have you ever been hypnotized before? I should have asked that much sooner."

"Not really."

"I see. Well, I'm glad you're so eager for your first time. And what are your thoughts on hypnosis in general?"

"I believe in it completely," he lied. "It seems really awesome and hot." At least the second part wasn't a lie, at least when a pretty woman with big boobs was doing it.

"Oh, it absolutely is," she said. "Taking someone's mind and melting it until it's a mushy plaything... it's so fun! And we covered this already, but in terms of suggestions and triggers, is there anything else you don't want me to do to you?"

"Uh, I guess just the same things I sent you earlier, don't make me do anything weird in public or anything gross in general, and... yeah, that covers it I guess. Do whatever else you want." Although he had mixed feelings on turning into a completely hypnotized drone or having his memories played with, he didn't feel the need to bring it up. It wasn't like those things were a real concern.

"Great," she said. "I always love to see someone as open as you. And finally, how long do you have to play around? Will you need to be asleep by a certain time?"

"It's a Friday, so no. I can go all night. Unless I fall asleep at my desk." Surely she wouldn't go until sunrise, but if she did, at least he had a whole weekend to fix his sleep schedule.

"I also have all the time in the world. And, are you fine with whatever you're wearing down there getting rather sticky? You know what kind of hypnosis this is, after all."

The exciting time implied by the stickiness made him shiver with anticipation. "I'm fine with it. I was going to do laundry tomorrow anyway."

"Excellent. Are you ready?"

He nodded. "Mhm."

"Then we can begin. Simply relax, stay quiet, and focus on me and my words. I want you to start by taking a deep breath in..."

He breathed in.

"...And out." After he did so, she smiled. "See how easy it is to obey? Good boy."

Caught off guard, Noel shivered with a little arousal at those words.

"And now in... and out again. Now repeat that rhythm for me, simply breathing in... and out."

Already feeling a little more relaxed than he was just a moment ago, he kept up his slow, calm breathing.

"And as you breathe in and out, let your eyes remain on my chest. It's okay to stare, okay to get lost in it... I'm here to make you feel good tonight, so simply let them melt your mind as you breathe in... and out..."

Even if he was bad at hiding it, at least she outright wanted him to stare. She gently swayed her chest from left to right, her dress shifting down as she did. His eyes followed, and horny relaxation began to build inside him.

"Let all the tension inside you fade away. All your doubts. All your worries. Shhh... All you need to do is listen to my words and follow along. Listen and let your stare grow blank and happy."

As he stared into her gently swaying chest, she gave him more relaxing words. More simple relaxation exercises followed where he tensed his body up and let it relax again, where he visualized a wave of relaxation going through his body, and one more breathing exercise. And as he followed along with her simple relaxation exercises, he found that the usual barrage of thoughts started to calm down. They still bubbled up, yet they grew quieter and more soothing in nature. Although he tried not to consciously think about things, he was happily surprised that she could make him this relaxed.

There was a tinge of anxiety in him that he'd get distracted and stop hearing her words and start thinking about something unrelated, yet as it ultimately didn't happen. His attention was kept firmly drawn to her chest, and that worry started to fade.

"And now," she said, "As I count down from ten to one, let every number I say send you deeper into trance."

Trance... He didn't know if that was the perfect word for what he was feeling, but being told that he was going deeper into one felt good.

"And when I say one, I'll snap my fingers and tell you to sleep, and you'll drop so much deeper into trance. Now, sink deep for me and let your mind submit as I count down. Ten. Nine..."

Delighted by how well this was going, his thoughts were mostly of wanting to sink deeper.

"Eight. Let your head grow empty..."

His foggy mind wondered if that was possible, if he could truly be empty like she was telling him to be.

"Seven. Sink for me. You're doing so well. Good boy. Six. Five."

Every word brought him deeper.

"Four. Let your mind melt under my voice. Under my words. Under my guidance.

"Three. Drop, drop... drop deeper... Two. Let a soothing wave of bliss come over your mind. Let it wash over you, emptying your mind and sending it into trance.

"One. And now..." She snapped her fingers. "Sleep."

Trance hit him, pushing more of his thoughts out of his head and making his mind happy. His only real thought was of being happy to be where he was.

"Simply let yourself sink. Settle down into this deep state... Shhhh, all you have to do is obey. Obey my words and let them shape your mind. It's so easy to let me into your mind. Let your entranced mind grow soft and pliable under my voice."

Thoughts tried to bubble up inside of him and were smothered by his focus. The one thought left in his mind shifted towards receiving her words.

"Now, every single time I snap my fingers and say sleep, you'll drop into trance. You'll drop into this lovely, relaxed, obedient state. And if you're already in trance, you'll drop so much deeper. Let my words fill your mind. When I snap my fingers and say sleep, you'll drop so deep for me.

"And now I'll quickly count down from five to one, and then I'll tell you to sleep. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Sleep."

A finger snap, and he went deeper.

"And now again. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Sleep."

Again, and he went deeper.

"And one last time. Five... good boy. Four. Drop for me. Three. Deeper and deeper.. Two. You're doing so well. One. Sleep."

Her last finger snap took him deeper than the rest. She remained silent for a moment, letting him float down deeper, and then she spoke again.

"Good boy. And now, I would like to give you your first hypnotic suggestion. Every time I call you a good boy, in or out of trance, you just feel so good. So submissive. So happy. And you want to obey so that I'll call you a good boy. You want to obey and let my words shape you, and it's so easy to do that.

"You're such a good boy, going this deep for me."

That submissive happiness tingled inside him.

"Let me install more hypnotic triggers into your mind. When I snap my fingers and say forget, you will forget what happened during your last trance. All you'll remember was that you went deep for me and obeyed. And then when I snap my fingers and say remember, you'll remember it all again. Forget and remember... Let these triggers plant themselves in your mind for me. That's right, let my words and my snaps take hold over you. Good boy."

A tiny tinge of anxiety rose up in him, yet he remained deep in trance.

"Good boy. Good boy. And now, I'll count from one to five. As I count, you'll stay in trance, yet your mind will prepare itself to wake up. Those special words and hypnotic triggers will solidify as I count up. Sleep, good boy, forget, remember... And when I reach five, I'll snap my fingers and say forget, and you'll forget what happened during your trance and wake up for me.

"One... Two. Good boy, you're almost there. Three... Four. Almost there. And five." She snapped her fingers. "Forget."

Noel woke up from trance, still feeling foggy and relaxed.

"Lovely," Francesca said. "You're awake. How do you feel?"

"I feel... pretty good," Noel said. He started contemplating what it was he remembered. It was more than absolutely nothing, but there were foggy places. That could have just been the relaxation making his memory worse though. Regardless, it worked well. Much, much more well than he was expecting. It was an actual trance.

"And you can stop staring at my breasts now. We don't want you falling back into trance yet, after all."

He pulled his eyes away, remembering how pretty her face was as he looked into her eyes instead. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. And now, I would like to gauge how effective your trance was. Firstly, how much do you remember from your trance?"

"Let's see, uh... It started with breathing exercises and then you telling me to look into your chest, and then I did the tensing up thing, and then it starts getting foggy. I remember the countdowns, but none of what you said during them. And you put in those four hypnotic suggestions. Sleep, good boy, then forget and remember?"

Francesca nodded. "That's all correct. Anything else?"

"You called me good boy a bunch... and all the countdowns were one to five and five to one, right? And I don't think I can remember any of the exact phrasing of anything you said."

Francesca smiled. "It's a good start. You did a good job so far! And now..." She held up her left hand, and Noel got ready for a snap. "Remember," she said as she snapped.

"Wait," Noel said as he remembered a few things. "The first countdown was ten to one!"

"Mhm. And what else do you remember?"

"And..." He wondered if he should hide that detail, but in the end, he decided to share it. "I had some trouble getting the thoughts in my head to stay quiet. Even when I was in trance, I couldn't stop thinking about the trance itself, even if the thoughts weren't very strong. And then when you told me about the forget trigger, I started feeling a little anxious."

Francesca thought for a moment. "Hmm. I see. Well, I have some ideas for that. Those thoughts won't be a problem anymore the next time you go under. And thank you for being honest about what worked and what didn't." She smiled. "You're such a good boy. Mmmm... Good boy."

Those words gave him the slightest tingle in a way he liked. He became more aware of the erection in his sweatpants as the arousal of being called a good boy buzzed through him.

"I saw it in your face," Francesca said. "It seems calling you a good boy works like a charm."

"Well, I can't help it... I am really enjoying this."

"And so am I. You're shaping up to be a great subject. Cooperative, suggestible, and happy to be where you are. It's already your first trance, and your triggers are already giving results. It's possible for them to become much, much stronger. Now, would you like me to play with you once more and take you even deeper?"

Noel was a little nervous. "Yes," he said, nodding. Though, since he was honest earlier, he didn't see any reason to hide it now. "Although, I am a little worried about whether or not I'll be able to do better than that last trance, and also I'm... kind of excited and also nervous about the idea of you messing with my mind more."

She smiled subtly yet reassuringly. "There's no need to worry about falling into trance on your end. I'll take care of it and make sure you do. I can work with the problems you had. And I'll be gentle with you, don't worry. I just want to practice my techniques and play with you, and I don't want to take advantage of you. I simply want to get in there and make you feel good..."

He felt a lot better. "Thanks for promising that," he said. "Anyway, I'm ready for more."

"Very well," she said. He was expecting her to snap her fingers and tell him to sleep immediately, but instead, she reached off to the side and picked something up off her desk. She showed it off to the camera; it was a string pendant with an oval-shaped amethyst crystal on it.

"And this... is just a little something to make the hypnosis more compelling." She put the pendant around her neck, and the crystal hung between her breasts. "Now, once more, I want you to start by taking a deep breath in..."

He obeyed, eager to begin again.

"...And take a deep breath out. And now, repeat that for me. Stare into the crystal between my breasts. Let your mind focus on it. Let those stray thoughts melt once again as you breathe in... and out."

Relaxation came more easily this time, already starting to take hold.

"Just relax and stare and listen. Simply look into the crystal. Listen to my words as your mind grows quieter and quieter once again. Trance feels so good; it's so, so calming, so relaxing, so enjoyable. Drop down into it for me.

"Imagine the crystal as a vessel for your thoughts. Imagine it as part of your mind. And now, imagine the warmth from my chest spreading through it, making it warm and cozy."

A pleasurable warmth started to spread through his thoughts; the visualization worked wonders for him.

"Let my chest take your stray thoughts away. Let it melt your mind once more and make it pliable and happy and comfortable. And now, as I count down from five to one, let all of that sink you even deeper. And when I hit one, I'll snap my fingers and tell you to sleep.

"Five. As the thoughts drain from your head, let your body go loose and limp.

"Four. Feel the warmth and the softness of my chest." She squeezed her breasts together, obscuring the sides of the crystal and making his mind cloudier.

"Three. As you start to drift off, let arousal fill you, driving you deeper and making you more obedient."

"Two. You're so close. You're such a good boy... Drop for me."

"One." She snapped her fingers. "Sleep." Trance took him, and his mind grew warm, dark, and cozy.

"Just drift for me for a moment, letting yourself relax." Hardly any thoughts remained in him, save for vague thoughts about trance, about her breasts, and about how relaxed he felt. They still popped in, yet were faint and fuzzy and came with little imagery, and they tended to drift and merge and pop out as they pleased.

"And now, as deep in trance as you are, I still wish to bring you deeper; to make you truly mindless, except for the thoughts and words I put into your head myself. Now, let my breasts continue to take away your thoughts. Feel them against your mind..."

She pressed her breasts more tightly together, fully swallowing the crystal with her chest and pressing every part of it against herself. The string holding the crystal simply went into her cleavage and vanished inside of it, and he felt like the same was happening to him. Warmth and comfort surrounded his mind, drawing out those stubborn thoughts.

"Surrounded by my chest, all your helpless mind can do is grow even emptier. You simply can't help but let them take it all away... Let those strands of thought be sucked out. Let my breasts even take away your ability to create your own thoughts. Let nothing at all occupy your mind.

"I'll count down from three to one. When I reach one, I'll tell you to sleep once more, and you'll drop even deeper.

"Three. Two. One. Sleep." A finger snap, and his mind grew weaker.

"And now again. Three. Two. One. Sleep.

"And one more time... Three, two... One. Sleep."

He almost had true emptiness in his head. His only thoughts were vague impressions. It was all he was capable of.

"And now, as you're so deep in trance, I want you to feel my breasts filling your mind with a new thought. I want you to think about obeying. Think about me. Let my breasts massage your mind and fill it with this thought."

She gently rubbed her breasts against the buried crystal between them, causing those thoughts to appear in him.

"Obeying is good. It's all you want to do. Your body, your mind, all of it. Obeying arouses you, and it just makes you want to submit to me even more. You want me to control your movements, your thoughts, your senses, your memories, replacing them with my will.

"In your deep trance, let all of these things become your reality. You want me to have this control. Your mind is blank and ready to receive my instructions.

"Obeying feels so good. And as I reprogram your mind, you naturally tingle with excitement. With arousal. Submit to it. Submit to my words.

"When I tell you that you perceive something, you perceive it. You feel it, see it, hear it... The sensations are real, because they are. And when I tell you to think something, tell you to do something, or tell you that a change is happening to your mind, it happens. And even outside of trance, this is true for my hypnotic triggers. You want to obey so, so badly, and giving me this power will make you happy, and it will make me happy..."

His thoughts were crystal clear, focused entirely on obedience and how wonderful it felt.

"And now, close your eyes. Let my breasts shape your senses. Feel my breasts press not just against your mind, but against your face for the rest of this trance. No bra, no dress, no more pendant. Feel the smooth, warm, soft skin of my breasts pressing against you. Simply your face, and my chest."

Eyes closed, he felt them against his face, making his arousal even stronger.

"Feel me press them against your face, burying you deep in there and blocking out all the light from outside. With them against your face, you're helpless. All you can do is obey. All you can do is let my words control you completely.

"And now... Let them suck out the thoughts I planted in your head. You will obey, and you don't need to think of it anymore. It simply happens. You can't imagine not obeying. You can't think."

Her breasts sucked the thoughts out of his head, leaving him truly empty.

"And now I'll snap my fingers again and tell you to sleep." She snapped them. "Sleep.

"And again. Let every snap take you deeper. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep...

"...Good boy. Mindless and pliable in my chest. Now, let my breasts make changes to your mind. When you address me, in or out of trance, and nobody else is around, you will simply call me Mistress. You like saying that word. It reminds you of your place. A plaything, molded by my chest.

"And, I would like to give you more triggers. Whenever I snap my fingers and say the word obey, you will obey the next command I give you, and you'll continue until I tell you to stop. In or out of trance, you will simply do it. And another happy trigger for you. When I snap my fingers and say the word daze, you'll enter a hypnotic, aroused, dizzy stupor for just a moment, and you'll slowly come to your senses a few seconds later. And finally, when I snap my fingers and say the word pleasure, a surge of arousal will shoot through your body. Your cock will buzz with excitement, and your body will be filled with delightful tingles. However, you won't cum from this trigger, no matter how many times I use it.

"Let these triggers hold power over you, being helplessly made part of you by my breasts. And even if you don't remember your trance, they still have power over you.

"Now, before I wake you up, know one last thing. This obedience, this mindlessness; it remains buried in your mind in and out of trance, inactive yet waiting to come out. Even when you're awake, I can so, so easily reactivate it. When I snap my fingers and tell you to sleep, you will return to this mindless trance, your thoughts vanishing, your eyes drifting to my chest once more.

"Now, get ready to wake up as I count to five. Then, when I snap my fingers and tell you to forget, you will forget this entire trance, much more completely than before. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Forget. Wake up, my lovely pet..."

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"...Wake up, my lovely pet..."

Noel woke up from trance, his mind awake yet foggy. His eyes opened to those words. Something nice had just happened, and he was horny. Was there a wet spot in his underwear from leaking pre-cum?

"So, how was your trance?" she asked.

"Oh, Mistress, it was... umm..." Confusion set in, both about what had happened and about why he called her that. Maybe it was just a word that came to his head. It was a nice word. Why not call her that?

"Mhm. It was what? Tell me something that happened during your trance."

"I think... You relaxed me at first, and then..." At a loss for words, he felt that his mind really had been hypnotized. His first trance was just a warmup. This did much more to his mind.

"So you really have no idea what happened?"

"Not at all, Mistress..."

"Good. By the way..." She snapped her fingers. "Daze."

His head tilted as mindlessness took him. An arousing fog overcame his body, making it limp and happy... And as it started to fade, an awareness that she did something to him filled his mind.

"Ugh... What was that, Mistress?"

She giggled. "You not remembering a thing is so fun. And thank you for calling me Mistress. Even out of trance, we can have so much fun."

A light blush came over his face.

She snapped her fingers again. "Daze."

It happened again. He couldn't control his mind as it was lost in that hypnotic, happy stupor once more. And as he came back to reality, tilting his head upright, he looked at her delighted smile.

Another finger snap. "Daze."

His head slumped forward this time as it happened again. And before he could fully exit it, she did it again. A snap. The word daze. She kept doing it, keeping him in a mix of mindlessness, arousal, and confusion, stirring ever so slightly and just beginning to move his body before it went limp again.

Finally, she stopped, and he came to his senses once more.

"Mistress... haha... can you do that a little more? Please? If you want, of course."

"You just love it when I snap my fingers and do things to you now, don't you?"

"Mhm..."

"I recall you being nervous about all this earlier. Is there any of that left?"

Somehow, no. "None at all, Mistress. Thank you so much for getting rid of it." He felt the urge to confess something. "And also, before this session, I wasn't expecting any of this to actually work. I was just kind of curious and thought you were pretty... I hope you don't mind."

"Telling me your secrets now? I didn't even hypnotize you to do that. You're such a good boy! Obeying even when you don't have to, giving yourself up for me, making yourself vulnerable... really, you deserve a treat. I have a special trigger just for you..."

He readied himself for whatever it was.

She snapped her fingers. "Pleasure."

A surge of pleasure rushed through his body. He tensed up. His erection twitched in delight, and he let out a gentle moan in surprise. The pleasure stuck around, slowly fading from a lack of further stimulation. He almost wanted to touch himself, but that certainly wasn't what she wanted.

She giggled at his response. "And I take it you felt so, so good?"

"Mhm..." he muttered, nodding.

"I'll let you in on a secret. During your trance, I gave you a third trigger word. Can you guess what it is?"

"Um... He searched the blank fog inside his memories, finding nothing but happiness there. I'm just going to guess... Kneel?"

She shook her head.

"Was it... a trigger that... I have no idea."

"I'll use it on you. Let me know if you feel any different."

"Alright. Use it on me..."

She snapped her fingers. "Obey."

He waited. "I don't feel any different..."

"Now moan like a slut until I tell you to stop."

Immediately, he opened his mouth and happily let out a cute moan. He gasped and panted, playing up the sluttiness as he moaned further, enjoying the fact that he was obeying.

"Mhm. Keep going."

"Oooh... mmm, ah yes, mmmmm oh yeah... ah aaahh...." he mumbled as if he was being fucked silly.

"Alright, you can stop now."

He took in a deep breath. "So does the obey trigger just--"

"--Daze." She snapped her fingers, wrecking his train of thought as his head wobbled, tilting to the left, and then he started to get his senses back. He giggled as he was halfway out of his short trance.

"Oh Mistress, that was a nice surprise. You got me good, I guess. And about the obey trigger--"

Another snap. "Daze." He slumped forward, head empty, happy and blank, and as he returned, he wondered if she would do it again. Remaining silent for a moment, he looked at her, waiting to see if she was going to do it again or wait for him to speak before interrupting him once more.

He braved another attempt. "So, does the obey trigger..." No interruption. "...Just make me do whatever you want?"

"More or less. And I'm so happy the triggers are working so well! Breasts seem to really melt your mind."

"I think I'm just weak to them."

"You are. And let me remind you of how it all went..." She snapped her fingers. "Remember."

Pleasurable memories filled his mind once more, and he became aware of all the triggers, and of the memories of having her breasts in his face, and of everything else.

"Now," she said, "Would you like to go into trance one more time tonight?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then..." She snapped her fingers. "Sleep."

The dormant mindlessness took over his mind. His body grew calm, and his thoughts turned truly empty once more. Unaware of even his own hypnotic state, he simply enjoyed it without thinking.

"Good boy. You dropped so quickly for me. Close your eyes once again."

He obeyed.

"And now, feel my breasts pressing against your face yet again, absorbing your ability to think, and simply filling you with pleasure."

It was already gone, but he couldn't even know that. He simply passively took in whatever she did, feeling blank and empty.

"Good boy. And now, I would like to install a new trigger. When I snap my fingers and say the words 'cum for me', pleasure will rampage through your body, far stronger than that of the other triggers, and it will build and build and grow in seconds until you reach orgasm. But, it will be a special kind of orgasm. You won't ejaculate anything, but it'll feel just like you came normally. And once your orgasm ends, you will still be able to have another one. Let my breasts take control over this part of you, making it something I can do to you at any time, in or out of trance. Let these words become your reality.

"And now, I will count to three, and then snap my fingers and tell you to forget. Then you'll wake up from trance. One. Two. Three. Forget." A finger snap, and he was awake.

As Noel emerged from trance, he got the impression that this was a much, much shorter trance.

"Welcome back, my plaything," Francesca said. "What do you remember?"

"Nothing, Mistress. Just obeying and being happy..."

"Good. Now lean back while I reward you for being such a good boy. I gave you a very, very fun trigger, but I'd like to tease you first."

What was that trigger going to do; make him cum or something? That sounded about right, but he couldn't know for sure. So, he sat up, leaned back in his chair, and got ready to submit.

"Daze," she said with a snap, making him happy and dizzy and mindless for a moment. Then she did it again. "Daze. Daze. Daze..."

Every finger snap sent a little surge of pleasure through his mind. Flowing in and out of hypnosis, being toyed with, his head wobbling in his seat... the wet spot in his underwear had long soaked the outside of his sweatpants.

Another snap. "Obey. Now, beg for me to use my triggers. Beg until I'm satisfied."

"Please Mistress, I want you to toy with my mind, I want you to snap your fingers and snap snap snap until I'm a wet mess, I want it so badly, I'll submit and be your mindless toy, or I can submit mindlessly... I'm just your plaything, all I want to do is please you, you can make me obey and fill me with arousal and make me sleep and forget and everything and snap your fingers and say daze all night long and keep me a perpetually confused mess constantly coming in and out of trance... I would do anything for you, I'll worship you and let you do anything to me and please just take control and use your triggers on me..."

"You can stop now. And now..." She snapped her fingers. "Sleep."

He returned to mindlessness.

"And now, I want you to wake up once I count to three. One, two, three."

He woke up once again, remembering this miniature trance, yet still not the last one.

"Sleep." Another snap, and his mind was gone again.

"And now, on the count of three, wake up. One, two, three."

Coming out of his second miniature trance, he wondered how long this would go on. She liked doing things in threes... was there a third coming? There had to be.

"Pleasure," she said with a snap. His body lit up with delight, and his erection twitched, his sensitive tip rubbing against the wet spot that it had formed over so much teasing.

Another snap. "Pleasure. You're so pent up, aren't you? Pleasure." A snap. "Daze." Another snap. "Daze. Daze. Daze..." She snapped three times, keeping him in a horny stupor throughout.

He felt so close to orgasm. The triggers alone wouldn't do it. When was she going to use her new one?

A snap. "Obey. Beg for orgasm."

"Please let me cum, you've been teasing me so much, I don't know what this trigger is but I'm sure it'll make me cum and it would be an exciting way to finish our night together... so if that's what'll make me cum please do it because I'm so needy and desperate and horny and slutty and I'll do anything to cum..."

"Just what I wanted to hear. You can stop." She snapped her fingers. "Daze."

As he came out of his dazed trance, she smiled.

"Cum for me," she said with a snap.

Pleasure ravaged his body, and he stiffened and let out a sharp moan. It grew brighter and stronger, locking his muscles in place as it took him the rest of the way to orgasm. His moan turned into sloppy gasping and panting as he tipped over the breaking point. His erection twitched and convulsed as the pleasure rampaged through him. Expecting to stain the bottom of his desk, he was barely able to think about how nothing was coming out.

Yet, as his orgasm came to an end, he still had much of the satisfaction of release, even though no wave of calm overtook him. His erection was still ready to go again.

"Mistress, that was so--"

She interrupted him with a snap. "--Cum for me."

He couldn't talk again on account of his mouth just making moans and sputtering noises. Pleasure shot through him, and although his arms and legs took it better this time, he could hardly move them at all. His erection twitched over and over, coming to orgasm and melting his mind. Subservient to the pleasure, all he could do was enjoy it.

And then, his orgasm came to a slow stop. He began to catch his breath...

"Cum for me." She snapped her fingers. Then, as he felt the surge again, she smiled and snapped her fingers again. "Daze."

Entirely mindless, orgasmic pleasure took him. The tension in his body fell away, and the vulnerability in his limp muscles made them weaker to pleasure. He came, his erection erupting with pure arousal as his mind started to trickle back into his body. The overwhelming sensations prolonged his confusion, preventing his mind from returning as easily, keeping him in that half-hypnotized state for longer.

As his orgasm ended, his mind fully returned.

"Good boy," she said.

"Oh, that was... oh wow..."

"And now that we're done with that game, I'll let you remember that trance. Remember." She snapped her fingers, and it flooded back. But before he could process it, she kept talking. "Of course, I can't leave you with any pent up arousal." She snapped her fingers. "Sleep."

His mind emptied itself instantly for her.

"Now, close your eyes. Feel your pants and underwear vanish. And feel my bare breasts press against your erection. I press my breasts together, swallowing your cock between them. It feels so good, doesn't it? But you can't cum. Not yet. Even as I move my breasts up and down, my warm skin feeling so good against you, you're unable to climax yet..."

Every sensation she described filled his blank mind with pleasure. He felt all of it, and her breasts had complete control over his arousal.

"When I tell you to climax, you'll climax hard, feeling so, so much pleasure, and releasing all that pent up cum inside you that's been leaking out and begging for release. You'll erupt between my tits, and your orgasm will go on and on until you're completely empty. And then, relaxation will take you.

"Feel me move my breasts up and down, forcing so much pleasure into you, so much arousal... You're on the edge of orgasm, yet you can't cum. You can't climax. Just stay here while my tits ravage your cock."

He couldn't think, and his body couldn't move. Limp and mindless, he could only feel pleasure.

"And now, I'll count down from five to one. And when I say one, I'll tell you to cum.

"Five. You're such a good boy. You're so obedient, so fun to play with.

"Four. I love having such complete control over you. It's really just... oh, I love it so much.

"Three. You'll remember everything in this trance. Every single thing. Let every detail burn itself into your mind so you remember it forever.

"Two. You're so close. So close to orgasm. My voice, and my tits..." She giggled. "Is that really all it takes to make you into my mindless puppet?

"One. Cum for me. Cum."

He came, and pleasure overwhelmed his body once more. And this time, his erection, guided by the sensation of her breasts firmly enveloping it, shot out a burst of fluid with every pulse of pleasure that shot through his body.

"That's it. Cum. Release everything you had pent up, and let your orgasm make you shoot it out over and over and over again until you're completely empty, and then it'll finally end..."

The rest of him was loose and limp, including his mind, which lay still and quiet while pleasure bombarded it. All of the fluid inside him, all of the cum he had, kept spurting out at her command.

"And when your orgasm ends, when you're finally empty, I want you to slowly wake up for me."

He kept coming, his orgasm going on for longer than his conscious mind could have ever imagined it to last, releasing everything he had. And when he began to grow empty, the pleasure was no less intense even as the bursts of cum grew weaker and weaker.

Only drops emerged, and soon, nothing at all, and then finally, finally, his orgasm came to a slow stop. His mindlessness began to fade, and a different, satisfied relaxation washed over him.

"Hnng," he mumbled as his mind stirred to life again, and he opened his eyes, feeling the overwhelming sensation of her breasts vanish. He looked down at his sweatpants, seeing that his groin was absolutely soaked; at least he didn't cum on anything else.

"Really," Francesca said, "I think we can call this hypnotic session a success."

"Mhm," Noel said. "Yeah, you..." His voice was shaky. "Hang on, I need a moment to recover..."

"Take your time."

He took in deep breaths, processing everything he had felt. His trigger orgasms, his trance orgasms, all the pleasure in between, the confusion, the awareness, the trance... and now, finally, with a bunch of hypnotic triggers in his head, the lingering intensity had faded, and he was relaxed and happy.

"Thank you, Mistress, I really enjoyed all that. Honestly... how was that possible?"

Francesca winked. "Hypnosis is just that good. That, and your crippling weakness to big boobs."

He giggled. "Mhm. So our time tonight is over then? Can we do this again later?"

Francesca thought. "Let's see... I'm planning on becoming a full time hypno-domme, but of course, I'll want someone I can use just for my own pleasure--someone who's cripplingly weak to my charms, predictable, and easy to control. You'll do nicely, and I can test every single hypnotic experiment I come up with on you if you'd like. A shame we probably don't live anywhere near each other, but really, the control is all I need. I can be a long-distance hypno-domme for work and fun."

"That sounds so, so good," Noel said. "And I guess there's no harm in telling you where I live just in case you're ever in the area."

As he gave her his address, a realization seemed to hit her. She thought for a moment, then something seemed to hit her again.

"Um..." she said, seemingly dumbfounded for once. "I live five minutes away from there."

"Seriously? Not a joke?"

"Yeah, I live in town too. Funny how that works out, I guess?" she said.

They looked at each other in silence.

"So... my place tomorrow at nine?" Francesca asked.

"Morning or evening?" Noel asked.