My body knew exactly what it was doing and my mind was too hazy and blank to care what it was up to as I walked up to his door. I didn't bother to knock and simply turned the door knob to gain access to his home. Everything felt as if I was in a dream even if I knew all too well that it wasn't. I made my way to his living room and saw him sitting exactly where he always sat when he waited for me.

 

“I am here.” I said softly. “Ready and eager to obey.”

 

As I stared at him, sitting comfortably in his chair, I can already feel my heart begin to race while my mind slows down a little more.

 

“So you are...” he said, sipping his drink.

 

My nipples harden and my pussy drips as his eyes admire me. Like most evenings, I’ve spent a good hour preparing myself to look as beautiful and alluring as I can. I took a long hot shower to make sure my body was clean and smooth. I applied creams to insure my skin is soft and blow dried my hair until it was silky smooth. I applied as much makeup as I needed to enhance my natural beauty before I spent a few minutes modeling the sexy outfits and underwear I had on hand.

 

I don’t do it because I’ve chosen to make myself pretty. 

 

I do it because I need to.

 

It’s become second nature for me in a way I can’t hope to resist. Every night I get the call, the compulsion to prepare myself grows until I find myself stepping out of my apartment, looking ravishing.

 

I can’t help it. 

 

Not anymore...

 

“Have you been listening to your file?” he asked.

 

He always asks and I always answer the same thing.

 

“Yes Sir.” I said. “Your voice filled my mind in my idle time.”

 

“Good.” he said with a half smile.

 

A thrill swept down my skin as I noticed how pleased he looked. It was a reaction I had to get used to as my visits to his home evolved. Not that I didn’t enjoy doing things for others to please them, but before him, pleasing others had never generated such a powerful response.  

 

“How many hours did you listen to your current background file today?” he asked.

 

His background file...

 

That’s another thing I never used to do before I started to visit him. Sure, I used to listen to music and on some occasions, I still do because some of his background files are actually playlists that are laced with his subliminal instructions. The other files he creates for me have soothing binaural beats playing in the background as his voice recites all the truths I’ve come to accept.

 

In both cases, I’m so used to listening to them that I don’t even notice or hear the details of his words. They just bypass my conscious mind and sink deep within my subconscious as the unique quality of his voice wraps me in quiet erotic comfort.

 

“I was able to listen to it for a total of just under 5 hours in total.” I said.

 

“Impressive...” he commented as he sipped his drink. “It would mean that you had some extra free time at work. Correct?”

 

“Yes, Sir.” I said.

 

I had a minor job posting as a clerk in an office. Nothing too fancy, but something that easily paid the bills. Plus, it offered me a lot of free time so all in all, it wasn't that bad. I wasn’t particularly good at my job, but that didn’t bother me since my job held no passion for me.  My neighbor, however, is my complete opposite. He is very passionate about his work, which made him somewhat of an expert when it comes to creating audio tracks. He does a lot of sound editing for different companies and in his free time, he creates relaxation files.

 

Which is actually how all this started and the reason why I’m now completely enthralled by him.

 

We hadn’t talked all that much when I first moved in, but one day, we happened to take the elevator together and I noticed he was intently listening to something playing in his earbuds. I wasn’t planning on asking him about it, but at some point, he dropped his phone and his cord came out, prompting the phone to start blaring the song he was listening to on its speakers. He apologized and fumbled to reconnect his cord, but not before I heard the strange soothing tones he was listening to. The melody got me curious and I asked what artist it was, which is when he told me about his editing skills.

 

As it turned out, the song was actually a new file he was working on. After we got off, he gave me a card with his SoundCloud account info. He told me to check it out if I was into relaxing music and encouraged me to give him feedback if I did. He was nice and the sounds I heard coming from his phone intrigued me enough to check it out. I was surprised to see how talented and prolific he was. The few sound clips I listened to had a very soothing effect without being anything like the boring music you usually hear in spas or elevators.

 

I even tried one that was supposed to help with falling asleep, which worked like a charm! 

 

The next time I took the elevator with him, I praised his skills and told him my thoughts regarding the files I had tried.

 

Our conversation became very stimulating and we ended up talking in the hall for a good hour. He loved my comments so much that he asked me if I would be interested in giving him more feedback on the files he was working on. I didn’t see why I wouldn’t so I gave him my email address and told him that I would be delighted.

 

He sent me a few clips to listen to and they sounded incredible. So much so that when he sent me his latest sleep file, I got myself a pair of quality headphones just so I could better experience it.

 

Which turned out to be the perfect thing to do because I ended up sleeping more soundly than ever!

 

“Spin for me...” he said.

 

My heart fluttered as I took a step back and adjusted my posture. I started to spin slowly, making sure to arch my back and push out my ass to create the curves he loved most. I knew early on that he fancied me. He tried to hide his furtive glances, but I caught him admiring me anyway. As a pretty girl, I was used to leering looks and to his credit, he wasn’t creepy about it. If anything, his respectful leering made me feel pretty. 

 

“Stop.” he said and I immediately complied. “Pose number 5.”

 

My body tingled with pleasure as I lifted my arms above my head and tilted my head back. I arched back a little more and shifted my weight so my heel lifted off the ground. It was a pose I knew well since it was one of his favorites. He would often have me pose for extended periods of time as he relaxed and admired me. I allowed my body to relax into it as my mind fogged up a little more. Which was one of the side effects I had come to enjoy when ever he ordered me into one of my practiced poses.

 

Hypnosis had never truly been interesting to me before I started to listen to his soothing files. I didn’t know back then, but right at the beginning, his tonal tunes were placing my mind into a trance before I slept. All I knew is what he told me and when I asked why his files worked so well to relax me, he explained how they played on brain frequencies to optimize a peaceful meditative state of mind.  I didn’t understand what he was talking about, but that didn’t change the fact that I became increasingly eager to listen to them every day. Especially after we began to spend evenings talking about them.

 

“Exquisite...” I heard him whisper in my ear as his hands caressed my sides. “As always...”

 

My heart skipped a few more beats as my arousal instantly grew from the feeling of his fingers on my skin. 

 

“Thank you, Sir.” I breathed out, trying to control my growing lust.

 

His hands had already explored every inch of my body, yet, every time he touched me, it felt as if it was the first time all over again. My blood started to boil as his finger-light touch became gentle caresses. Even if I was only wearing a tasteful set of underwear, I felt utterly naked before him. His touch was gentle and erotic, but it also betrayed a sense of implied property.

 

Of... Ownership...

 

“So soft and yielding...” he commented as his fingers traced my tummy. “Exactly like your mind... Isn’t that right my dear?”

 

“Yeess...”  I moaned as my eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched. “My mind is soft and completely yields to you, Sir.”

 

His fingers traced up and down, enhancing my arousal with every slow inch as I stood as still as my aching body would allow me. I felt him come in front of me and I tried my best to look up through my own lust.

 

“So beautiful...” he said softly. 

His piercing gaze is what first started to captivate me as I started to spend time with him. I would catch myself looking longingly into his eyes as he would try to explain how his latest files used different sets of tonal frequencies in stereo to create a third one that influenced the brain of whoever was listening. Guiding it to naturally tune itself to that phantom frequencies and therefore enabling the mind to enter the meditative state I had grown to love.

 

“What is your purpose?” he asked.

 

The foggy pleasure in my mind swirled and parted as the correct response propelled itself to the surface of my mind.

 

“My purpose is...” I said softly. “Your pleasure... HHHMMMM....”

 

A sudden spike of pure pleasure made my clit throb hard as the comforting words escaped my lips. Allowing my mind to sink down deeper into itself. 

 

I’m not sure when the compulsion to make myself pretty for him actually started, but by the time he first told me he was also a skilled hypnotist, I was already doing my makeup and hair before I crossed the hall. He didn’t offer to hypnotize me and I didn’t ask because at that moment, I wasn't particularly into hypnosis. A few nights later however, as I relaxed on his sofa and listened to the latest file he wanted my input on, I found myself experiencing something a lot more profound than a light meditative state. When I told him about my experience, he informed me that I most likely entered a light hypnotic trance.

 

We talked about it for a while before I went back home.

 

The next day, all I could think about was how good the experience was, so texted him and asked if he would be willing to try and hypnotize me.

 

Of course, he was more than happy to oblige my request.

 

“Again.” he said firmly.

 

“My purpose...” I moaned. “Is your pleasure... HHHMMM...”

 

My mind sank deeper as the pleasure enveloped me.

 

“Very good...” he said with a half smile. “And what happens when you fulfill your purpose?”

 

“HHmm...” I moaned. “I feel good... I feel pleasure...”

 

His thumb caressed my trembling lips and it took all my dwindling willpower not to suck it. After all, I was ordered to pose and I loved to obey.

 

“What happens when you obey?” he asked.

 

“I... I feel pleasure...” I said. 

 

“Why do you feel pleasure when you obey?” he asked, focusing my hazy eyes to his.

 

“Because it pleases you when..." I moaned. “I obey... You feel pleasure when I obey... HHmmm... My purpose is... HHmmm... Your pleasure... And... I feel pleasure... When I... HHmm... Fulfill my purpose...”

 

My first experience with hypnosis came a few days later when I went over to his place. Unconsciously, I made myself extra beautiful and wore something that was both comfortable and alluring.

I was so excited to try that he had to make me listen to one of his relaxation files before we could begin. I had gotten so used to his special blend of binaural tones that I immediately relaxed and barely realized it when he removed my headphones and started his induction.

 

I went from feeling very relaxed to sinking into his eyes while his amazing voice soothed my thoughts away. Even if he only brought me deep and then awoke me, the experience was profound and it left me with a burning desire to experience it again. 

 

Over the following weeks, my visits became increasingly fuzzy and intimate. The more trances I experienced, the more comfortable I became around him. So much so that I didn’t even realize that I had started to wear less clothes when I awoke from trance than when I went under. 

 

It just felt... Right...

 

The only thing I did notice as our sessions progressed, was that I started to feel more and more aroused around him. Especially right after each session. 

 

He released my chin and looked deep into my eyes.

 

“Who does your exquisite mind belong to?” he asked.

 

“You, Sir.” I said instantly. “My mind is yours...”

 

“Yes it is...” he said. “Which means?”

 

“HHmm...” I moaned. “It means that... You can program it... For your pleasure...”

 

“I certainly can...” he said. “And do you have a choice in the matter?”

 

“HHHmmm...” I moaned again. “Noo... Sir...”

 

“Why?” he asked.

 

“Because...” I said, trying to focus. “You... You removed my choice...”

 

“I did.” he said with a satisfied smile.

 

The pleasure and drowsy bliss swirled endlessly in my mind as I struggled to hold my pose for him. Which was becoming harder and harder as my mind yearned to disconnect from reality.

 

“Freeze.” he commanded and instantly, my body obeyed and locked up. “Good... Very good...”

 

If I wasn’t hypnotically frozen into place, I would have fallen to my knees in gratitude. My desire to obey was absolute, but my body didn’t always allow me to show my devotion and often betrayed me as it became overwhelmed with pleasure. Being hypnotically frozen in place wasn’t just an erotic experience, it also allowed me to obey him better by being able to keep my perfect pose.

 

My hypnotic sessions with him steadily increased as my memories and dreams confusingly started to mesh together. Did I dream about fucking him before we actually fucked? Or did we fuck before I started dreaming about fucking him?

 

I never bothered to find out which was true because I truly did not care. To me, our carnal intimacy felt like the next natural step in our evolving relationship. Hypnosis brought me boundless pleasure and peace, which inevitably got me in a passionate mood when my sessions ended.

 

Conveniently enough, it explained why I spent so much time making myself sexy to visit him.

 

“Now...” he said as he lifted his finger to my forehead. “Edge.”

 

He tapped my forehead as he spoke, igniting a wave of intense pleasure.

 

“HHHHHMMMM!!!!!” I moaned through closed lips.

 

I couldn’t move or speak, but that didn’t prevent my body from shaking as my clit throbbed with need.

 

“Edge.” he repeated as he lightly tapped my forehead again.

 

“HHHHMMMMMMMMM!!!!!” I moaned even louder.

 

My pussy spasmed and clenched as the trigger sent liquid pleasure through my veins. Enough to make me cum on the spot.

 

“Edge.” he repeated, tapping my head.

 

The pleasure crashed through me with a vengeance, but I didn’t cum. I couldn’t. I had to wait for his permission to experience my climax.

 

“Edge.” he said again as he tapped and admired me.

 

If I could have begged, I would have. I whimpered as my body tried to thrash against my hypnotic bonds. Bonds I couldn’t hope to break as he wrapped his arms around my immobile form and grabbed my ass, making me moan even more as he kissed me.

 

I desperately wanted to kiss him back, but my body wouldn’t obey my desire because it always obeyed his.

 

Which is something I only realized when I found myself waking up from a particularly lovely trance with an intense and irresistible desire to orally pleasure him. Not that I hadn’t gone down on him before as our intimacy grew, but I hadn’t pleasured him for the sole purpose of pleasing him. Before that moment, it had always been an act of foreplay.

 

The experience wasn’t as profound as my first trance with him, but it also surprised me by making me realize just how much I enjoyed pleasing him. I didn’t question this new revelation because I figured that it was just a byproduct of my attraction to him. 

 

Which also explained why I started to wear lingerie whenever I came over.

 

Up to a certain point, my visits never felt like they were motivated by anything except my own growing desire for him. However, I eventually realized that they weren’t. Not completely at least...

I had been asked by a friend to join them at a bar for a party when I got a text from him, telling me he was free for a session. I initially texted him back to say I couldn’t make it, but as I got ready for the party, my hands picked out lingerie instead of an outfit. I didn’t realize it until I stepped out of my apartment and knocked on his door.

 

I was so confused as I walked in. I clearly wanted to go out, but as I sat down in his apartment, I couldn’t remember why I should. To me, experiencing another trance seemed like the only thing I wanted.

 

So I picked up my headphones and relaxed into my seat.

 

Even if I couldn’t explain my decision to cancel on my friends, I didn’t question it because my time over at his place always felt so good. 

 

“Very good...” he whispered. “Now feel it all recede... Slowly... Calmly... Going back into the simmering well of your arousal...”

 

My overwhelming pleasure obeyed and slowly drained away, leaving me panting as I fought down the few spikes of frustration that always flared up when he denied my release.

 

“Unfreeze.” he said. “Pose number 3.”

 

I felt my body unlock and I almost fell to the floor panting, but I didn’t because I needed to obey. I took a few long breaths to steady myself before I moved my arms  out to my sides, keeping them extended out, leveled and parallel to the ground as I side-stepped to plant my feet firmly about a foot apart. 

 

“Was that too much?” he asked with a smile.

 

“No, Sir.” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Never...”

 

He nodded as he moved behind me, clearly inspecting me as he walked.

 

“And how much pleasure do you think your body can handle?” he asked.

 

I swallowed as my foggy mind thought back to the intense pleasure conditioning he put me through.

 

“As much as would please you...” I said.

 

I felt him gently grab a fist full of my hair, sending electric delights down my spine before he pulled. My head tilted back as far as it could physically go and I ended up looking into his face as he leaned over me.

 

“And how much pleasure are you prepared to give me?” he asked.

 

“As much...” I said. “As you wish...”

 

“Very good my dear...” he said. “Edge.”

 

He tapped my forehead with his free hand and sent me spiraling back down into intense pleasure. Pleasure I could no more resist than the compulsions he’s programmed into my mind.

 

It took me a few deliberate tests before it finally dawned on me that I was hypnotically compelled to make myself sexy and go meet him. I had been curious so I tried any number of things to prevent myself from answering his summons. When none of them worked, I knew.

 

The realization should have probably worried me, and in truth, somewhere deep inside my mind, it sort of did.

 

But by then, I was too deeply enthralled by my newfound joy to please him to feel anything other than arousal at my own subjugation. The journey that led me to that moment had been too exhilarating and pleasurable to deny. Little by little, he made sure each step felt natural in a way that never made me question his motives and desires. It took weeks of subtle guidance and auditive brainwashing, but step by step, I was shown a new part of myself.

 

A part I didn’t know I had.

 

Of course, I wasn’t that completely far gone. I still had enough of my former self to confront him and asked him about the compulsions I was experiencing. He answered by showing me just how much control he actually had over me. He brought me in and out of trance as easily as if he was flipping a light switch. He used almost all the hypnotic triggers we had played with and told me to resist them as much as I wanted. He had me undress... Had me hallucinate clothes... Froze me... Played with my senses...

 

Then, he had me pleasure him... Fuck him... 

 

All while pushing me to resist the hypnotic compulsions.

 

And I did... I resisted as much as I could, but I soon discovered that I couldn’t. I was utterly and completely enthralled. Helplessly at his mercy. Nothing I did helped and a small part of me, hidden deep down inside my mind, rebelled against the experience. But surprisingly enough, the experience left me wanting more because the pleasure I felt through it all was undeniably erotic.

 

“Edge.” he repeated with a tap of my forehead.

 

I was still craning my head back and had trouble keeping my balance as the pleasure washed over me once more. 

 

“That’s it...” he cooed. “Closer and closer to the edge...”

 

I moaned as the pleasure swirled inside me, threatening to send my mind deep into itself as pleasure and bliss soaked through my consciousness. 

 

He kissed my forehead as his free hand cupped my ass.

 

“Who does this belong to?” he asked.

 

“OOOhhh....” I moaned, feeling a spike of pleasure at his touch. “You, Sir.”

 

“Correct.” he said before letting go of my mane, allowing me to resume my pose. “And what does that mean?”

 

Both his hands caressed and squeezed my ass as I tried to focus my weak mind on his request.

 

“It means...” I said, moaning. “That my ass is... HHmmm... Always available... For your pleasure...”

 

“Correct.” he said as his hands squeezed one last time, taking full ownership of it.

 

His hands then encircled me once more and caressed their way to my tummy before moving up to cup my tits.

 

“Who do these lovely tits belong to?” he whispered in my ear.

 

“HHmm... You, Sir.” I answered.

 

“Exactly.” he said, massaging my breasts. “Which means?”

 

“HHmmm...” I moaned as my mind soaked in exquisite pleasure. “It means that you can enjoy them... When... Whenever you wish...”

 

“I can...” he said. “Can’t I?”

 

His hands felt like heaven as he continued to molest my tits through my bra before his right hand came up to my forehead.

 

“Edge.” he said, tapping my forehead.

 

I saw stars as the pleasure  pushed itself to the brink of release.

 

It still fascinated me to no end when I experienced the utter dominance he could exert over my mind. A touch here... A word there... He’s implanted his hooks so deep into my mind that he could manipulate my body just as easily as my mental state. After that fateful evening where he first demonstrated his control over me, the small part of me that tried to deny myself this euphoric pleasure would flare up from time to time. Not enough to make me worry or panic, but enough to make me test his control.

 

He even encouraged me to do so even as he started to add chores after he was done with my sessions. I tried to resist, but I simply couldn’t. Disobeying him felt wrong while obeying felt good. Really good... 

 

Disobeying him made me feel uneasy and uncomfortable, which would last until I gave in and did what he ordered me to do. Although, that wasn’t always the case because sometimes, he would implant the desire to do certain things and I would find myself focusing on it completely without even having a choice to obey or disobey. Much like the first time he hypnotized me to blow him.

 

To my surprise, I felt completely at peace with my evolving situation. The thought that he was hypnotically controlling me... Programming me... Was actually turning me on more than anything else I had ever experienced in my life.

 

“Edge.” he repeated, poking my forehead in the process.

 

My body jerked as the pleasure consumed me without releasing. 

 

“Good... You are performing so well... ” he cooed into my ear. “Exactly as I’ve trained and conditioned you to perform...”

 

The most satisfying thing about my journey into the pleasures of erotic hypnosis and submission was that the path to becoming his perfect enthralled plaything was just as enjoyable as the end result. From the compulsions to listen to his background files to the compulsions to train my body sexually for his use, all of it felt like an erotic dream. For me, each hypnotic compulsion became a tangible manifestation of his desires that pushed me to feel more and more pleasure as it allowed me to fulfill my new purpose.

 

I wasn’t an idiot, I knew that he spent months brainwashing me so he could play with my mind and enjoy my body. But the fact of the matter is that by the time I became truly aware of the direction he was pushing me in, I wanted him to do it.

 

Why would a pretty girl like me, who wasn’t particularly into Dominance and submission play, want her next door neighbor to enthrall and change her for his pleasure?

 

The answer is rather simple...

 

Because it felt GOOD.

 

Amazing...

 

Natural...

 

Because I know, deep down, that wherever my life might have led me if I hadn’t met my neighbor, it would never have offered me so much pleasure. So much happiness... 

 

That’s why I don’t care that there is absolutely nothing I can do to escape his hypnotic hold over me. Because even if it were possible, I wouldn’t want to.

 

“I think you are about ready...” he said. “What do you think my dear? Can you take more before I reward you?”

 

“Oh god...” I said as the pleasure from my previous edge barely went down. “I can take... Whatever you wish me to endure...”

 

“That’s the spirit.” he said. “Drop to your knees.”

 

“Yes, Sir.” I said breathlessly as my legs instantly gave way. 

 

He walked around me and my mouth started to water in anticipation.

 

“You’ve been particularly good this week.” he said as he stood in front of me. “I’m very proud of you.”

 

“HHHmmm...” I moaned as his praise sent a thrill down my spine. “Thank you, Sir.”

 

“While you enjoy your reward....” he said, towering over me. “I’ll be putting the finishing touches on your latest sleep file. It shouldn’t take me more than.... an hour? Yeah... That sounds about right. Do you think you’ll be able to last until then?”

 

“Yes, Sir.” I said. “I will withstand whatever you wish me to endure if it pleases you.”

 

“Ohh... It will please me alright.” he said. “I’ll be admiring you constantly while I work. Are you ready?”

 

I took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes.

 

“Yes, Sir.” I said.

 

He smiled and reached down to my forehead, placing his finger squarely in the middle of it. 

 

“Enthralled euphoric sleep.” he said softly.

 

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as the pleasure I was feeling suddenly exploded, offering me something that was close to a true carnal release without actually allowing one. Instead, the mental climax completely relaxed my muscles as my mind spiraled inward, following the dizzying pleasure as it consumed me.

 

“ I... Obey... And you... Feel... Pleasure...” I mumbled as my mouth struggled to work against the heavy relaxation. “My... Purpose... Is... Your... Pleasure... I feel... Pleasure... When... I fulfill... My Purpose... My Purpose... Is... Your... Pleasure... I obey... And you... Feel... Pleasure...”

 

On and on... The pleasure loop spiraled and consumed my mind as my lethargic lips expressed my deepest pleasure. A pleasure I’ve grown to crave beyond all others. Especially when I was made to soak inside it’s never ending spiral of bliss while he watched me reinforce it.

 

I would never have believed you if you came up to me before all this started and told me that I would become a man's enthralled sexual plaything. The idea of it would have been impossible for me to imagine, must less accept. If he would have asked if if I wanted to become his hypnotic thrall and sexual toy, I would have either laughed at him or slapped him because I wasn't equipped to truly understand what he was offering me.

 

Which is the genius of his methodically slow claim of me.

 

I was guided to experience the pleasure of hypnotic submission before I even realized what it was. Even now, I'm not completely sure when it was that I definitively submitted to him. It just dawned on me that somewhere along the line, I had.

 

I never had to ask myself if I wanted to submit and by the time I was able to ask myself if I was ok with the fact that I had, it felt too good to deny.

 

He was completely wrong to trick and enthrall me, but as I helplessly sink into my pleasure trance, kneeling at his feet...

 

I thank my lucky stars that he did.