His soft, irresistible tone effortlessly pulled my attention upward. I looked up into his eyes, I couldn't help but smile as I felt my will steadily be drained away with each bewitching word he spoke.

He was hypnotizing me again and even though I knew exactly why he kept doing it, I couldn't stop myself from instantly surrendering because his inductions are impossible to resist. The moment I even suspect that he is trying to trance me, I give myself over to the experience even if I know full well that every time I do, he deepens my utter surrender to his will.

 

And before you say anything, the reason for my helplessness isn't because I'm on board with what he is doing to me. In fact, I'm still very aware that it would be much more prudent for me to do everything in my power to prevent it. However, just like my inability to resist being hypnotized by him, I can't bring myself to complain about anything he does with me, nor can I take any action that would help me break free from his clever hypnotic hold over me.

It’s simply impossible…

So in spite of the number of times he wants to trance me, I always allow him to do it regardless of my mood. I’m well aware that from an outsider’s perspective, my willingness makes me look like a hypno-addict, but in truth, it’s less about my desire to be hypnotized and more about my inability to resist it. 

It might have taken me a while to realize he was changing things in my behavior and beliefs, but right from the start, I was lucky (or unlucky) enough to be aware that my trances did more than just relax me. It’s actually pure coincidence that I do though because you see, if I was the type of subject that didn’t remember her trances, I would honestly have been clueless that my new behavior and actions was all his doing. I would have been like those girls you read about in erotic mind control stories and thought that my new beliefs were my own epiphanies. 

But as it turned out, I’m the type of subject that always remembers moments from my trances. That’s why I know that during my first session, he took his time and eventually convinced me that his hypnosis skills were impossible to resist while I was deep in trance. I didn't know this at the time, but it turns out that whatever your subconscious can be convinced of while you are that deep in trance becomes part of you as a new truth you can't deny. 

I really should have been more cautious…

However, I didn't really believe hypnosis could do anything special so when he first offered to hypnotize me, I didn't see the harm in accepting his request. As a matter of fact, I was so convinced that hypnosis wasn't real that I was surprised when his words actually did make me sleepy. He told me his induction would make me drowsy and they did exactly that. His words pulled me deeper and deeper into new truths and before I knew it, I was in a deep trance.

I remember waking up a little confused as to what I had just experienced, but that quickly faded away and was replaced with genuine awe when I realized that it had worked. Which served to prove the truth of my new conviction because even if I didn’t believe in hypnosis, his induction had pulled me effortlessly.down into trance.

I guess that same feeling of awe is why I didn't mind it when he began to trance me every time we met up. It wasn't something I could prevent or resist and since it admittedly felt pretty nice to relax my mind in that way, I didn't bother to worry about his sudden obsession. I'm not a completely clueless idiot however so eventually, I did start to notice that each trance I experienced seemed to bring me deeper and the deeper I sank, the easier it was for him to convince me about new things.

Even though I could clearly see the inescapable self serving loop he had created, I wasn't extremely worried per say because he hadn't tipped his hand as to what he was building up to. So far, he had only used my trances to deepen my initial convictions while enjoying harmless party tricks you would normally see on stage. However, that perception quickly changed one evening when he managed to convince my entranced mind that I wanted him to see me naked.

Waking up from that trance completely nude surprised me on a few levels, but since I was already convinced that I wanted him to see me like that, I felt happy instead of worried. 

Although, I was a lot less happy later on when I finally pieced it all together and realized that I was already thoroughly convinced that there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent him from using our sessions in erotic ways. And when I considered how easily he seemed to convince me that I wanted him to see me naked, there was no reason to think that with enough time, which he had in spades, he would probably convince me to fuck him.

Not that he wasn't a cute enough guy to be intimate with or anything...

But for a girl that thought hypnosis couldn't do anything special or radical, suddenly realizing that your friend was successfully using his hypnosis skill on you for his erotic satisfaction was pretty disorienting. I initially wanted to confront him about it, but since I couldn't bring myself to try and change anything about his hypnotic control, I ended up not saying anything the next time we met. And besides, even if it wasn’t for that particular conviction, I WANTED him to see me naked so it still would have been hard to argue with him that I didn’t want him to use his hypnotic skills to strip me naked.

The same was true when he convinced me that I wanted to see his cock. Even if it made it that much more evident what his plans for me were, I couldn't bring myself to protest or even say anything as I knelt naked before him while he brought me repeatedly in and out of trance. All I could do was stare, completely transfixed by his swaying cock as my growing arousal served to help him convince me that the reason I wanted to see it was because I loved it.

He never took a step with me before he was positive that I was hypnotically convinced. Which in turn only proved how impossible it was to resist because by the time he pushed me to do something I normally didn't do, I couldn't resist doing it. A prime example of this came when he first convinced me that since I loved his cock, it meant I also wanted to suck his cock. His logic wasn’t completely sound, but that didn’t seem to matter to my entranced mind. I had already spent quite a few trances staring and longing for it so I was already pretty willing to suck him. 

To his credit, he is incredibly patient and has incredible self control so surprisingly enough, he didn’t indulge. I mean… He had an entranced naked girl in front of him, completely captivated by his cock and still, he forced himself to wait until he spent 3 or 4 more trances so he could thoroughly deepen my cock sucking convictions. Eventually though, I woke up with his cock pressed against my lips and I simply couldn't resist the urge to blow him. I was so taken by my desire that I lavished his cock with a lot more love and attention than I had shown to any lover before. And to make it worse, the more I focused on the feel of his shaft inside my mouth, the more pleasure I felt in return.

The experience was honestly mind bending in itself because I had never enjoyed giving head as much as I did in that moment.

After that arousing confirmation that proved without a doubt that I wanted to suck his cock, it became extremely easy for him to convince my deep subconscious that I loved to blow him so much that it was impossible for me to resist the urge to give him head every time he used a special command to let me know he was in the mood to have his cock sucked.

Again, he was patient and methodical about using his new trigger too quickly. For the next few sessions, he deepened that new conviction by having me dizzily drop in and out of trance while I sucked him. Those sessions were profoundly confusing, but also incredibly effective as they perfectly demonstrated how impossible it was to resist pleasuring him. 

That simple truth was proved twice over when he finally used his special command for the first time outside of a session. Just like when I feel him start an induction, I didn't even think to resist his special command even though we were barely done greeting each other at the door to his home. As soon as I heard him say the words, I instantly dropped to my knees so I could give him the best head I could manage.

And of course, I loved every second of it until he finally came down my throat. As I drifted back down from my high and watched him zip up his pants with a VERY satisfied grin plastered on his face, I couldn’t deny that I was already looking forward to giving him another. Deep down, I was still the kind of girl that would never suck my lover's cock on command, but when it came to HIS cock, I knew that I always would because it was impossible for me to resist.

It was rather confusing for me at first because it made me equally dismayed and grateful. His meticulous approach left me no openings to even try and resist him, but at the same time, it also meant that I was never truly made to do something I didn't want to do because by the time I actually did it, I loved doing it.

The latter became especially appreciated once he started to liberally enjoy my new oral trigger regardless if it was accompanied by a session. Enjoying his cock meant that even if I was commanded to suck him off, it never felt like a chore. In fact, I even smiled whenever he did use his special command because I knew I was about to enjoy myself. Which I KNOW plays right into his hands, but since there was nothing I could do about it, there wasn’t much point in trying to convince my waking self that being hypnotically compelled to obediently suck his cock was something I wanted to resist.

After that, it came as no surprise to me that he decided it was time to convince me that I wanted to fuck him. He would spend trance after trance caressing every inch of my naked body with hands that felt way too good because he had hypnotically enhanced the way I experienced them. I stood there frozen in place, unable to defy his hypnotic trigger to stand still as he made my pleasure grow to impossible heights.  At first, he avoided my pussy and tits, but since he had already convinced me that his touch felt extra erotic, it didn’t take him long to convince my mind that I wanted him to touch me in my most private places.

Being hypnotically frozen in place while he gave me multiple orgasms was yet another acute demonstration of how complete his control over me actually was. Not to mention that it obviously served to convince me that I wanted to fuck him and honestly, I’m not even sure if he really needed to hypnotically convince me because I distinctly remember wishing he would replace his fingers with his cock after the very first orgasm.

That wasn’t his plan however and just like with everything else, he spent multiple trances forcing my body to experience orgasm after orgasm while he repeatedly convinced my tranced out mind that I wanted to fuck him. Let me tell you, going over to his place with the full knowledge that I was about to experience multiple orgasms made me delirious with erotic anticipation.

Thankfully, when I thought I couldn’t take another session like that, he finally decided to give me what I wanted and brought me back up from the depth of my pleasure trance by impaling me with the cock I already loved so much. I’m not even sure if I truly woke up completely from my trance because the moment I realized he was actually fucking me, my eyes rolled back as all the pleasure I was feeling seemed to instantly double in intensity. 

The intensity of the many pleasure trances that led me to that moment made me think I was ready, but it turned out I was wrong…

I wasn’t prepared at all for the raw pleasure I felt when his cock pumped into me. I came almost instantly and after that, it seemed like I never really came back down. The feel of his girth stretching me was unlike anything I had ever felt and honestly, it felt to me as if I had never really had true pleasurable sex before. It was like each stroke of his length pushed me over the edge into another little climax, which was intense in its own right, but even that paled in comparison to when I actually felt him erupt inside me. 

The orgasm I felt in that moment was so intense that I blacked out…

Waking up from that soul shattering experience left me no doubt at all that he would have no issues convincing my subconscious that I wanted to fuck him on command. It had been the best fuck of my life and even without being hypnotically convinced, I already wanted to experience it again. Obviously, he didn’t rest on his achievement and meticulously spent way too many trances hammering that conviction deep into my mind. I didn’t mind it all that much though, because as confusing as it was to be blissfully fucked while simultaneously going in and out of trance, it still felt more pleasurable to me than any other fuck I could remember.

When he finally decided to test my new trigger, I was so horny at the thought of fucking him that I completely forgot I had no choice in the matter. I got naked in record time and couldn’t get his cock inside me fast enough. It was the first time I was allowed to be the one doing the fucking and I couldn’t be happier as I pushed him back on the sofa so I could straddle him. He had full access to my upper body and to my lust filled mind, it made the experience 10 times better as he continuously massaged and caressed my perky tits with his magic touch. The only thing that felt better was when he actually came and I had to hold on for dear life as a massive orgasm washed over every cell in my body.

Of course, even if the pleasure of it all made me forget my situation, it didn’t actually change it and he was more than happy to remind me of that fact when he used my blowjob trigger to make me clean his cock. I had never even contemplated doing such a thing but that didn’t matter because his special command was impossible for me to resist or deny. I slipped down to my knees and sucked him without protest even though part of me wasn’t too happy about tasting my own juices.

In that helpless moment, my new reality couldn’t have been any clearer to me as I realized all over again how impossible it was to resist obeying his hypnotic commands.

I’m not sure if the thought occurred to me when I first ‘cleaned’ him or when he used my new ‘fuck’ trigger as often as my oral one, but eventually, I caught myself thinking that his hypnotic meddling had effectively turned me into his obedient sexual toy. 

There was absolutely nothing I could do to escape that fact because I couldn’t do anything that would help me avoid his inductions. There was no way to withstand or resist his inductions so he could always put me under without difficulty and continue to work on all the things he was programming me to do.

As I look up at him and feel my trance state slowly take over my mind, I have to admit that I’ve stopped inwardly freaking out about it because there’s another thing I simply can’t deny or resist. It’s something that took me a while to accept and even then, it felt more like I was surrendering to what he was doing to me more than agreeing with it. 

Sure… He’s effectively removed my choices and claimed me as his personal hypnotized slut, but the simple reality is that I’ve enjoyed every step of it.

I enjoyed the trances he used to hypnotically trap me in self serving suggestions…

I enjoyed being made to discover what hypnosis could do through different innocent triggers…

I enjoyed the first time he undressed me because I WANTED him to see my body…

I enjoyed seeing his cock because I WANTED to see it…

I enjoyed being made to suck his cock because I already loved it…

I enjoyed being triggered to suck because it felt so amazing to give him head…

I enjoyed the sensual pleasure he ‘forced’ upon me and I definitely enjoyed being helplessly made to orgasm over and over while frozen in place…

I enjoyed feeling his cock penetrate me because I desperately wanted it to…

I enjoyed being triggered to fuck him because I already hoped he would…

He’s always made sure I enjoyed everything he does with me and I know it’s perfectly designed to serve his ‘master plan’ for me, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s made my slow conditioning and progressive brainwashing as pleasurable as possible.

I didn’t want to be someone’s slut, but being one doesn’t feel bad at all… It actually feels pretty amazing once you boil it down to how it feels to serve his pleasure.

I know… I know… I shouldn’t let myself feel this way, but I can’t help it…

If anything… I’m eager to see how he’ll play with me next and that’s why I’m smiling as he sinks me down into another trance I’m utterly convinced I can’t resist…