I opened the unlocked door to the motel room and stepped inside. I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it before I turned around and stripped down to my uncomfortable, yet sexy underwear.

 

I could hear the shower running, which told me that he was physically in the room with me, but that didn’t matter. He could have been out shopping or eating a delicious meal at a nearby restaurant and it wouldn’t have changed the fact that I would have stepped in, locked the door and undressed.

 

It didn’t matter what he was doing when I got to the motel room because my actions weren’t something I’ve consciously decided to do, it was something I was compelled to do.

 

Once I was in my underwear, I walked to the bed and sat down facing the bathroom door. I made sure a few locks of my jet black hair draped tastefully over my shoulders and down the sides of my ample breasts because that’s the way he liked my hair to be. Once I was satisfied, I leaned slightly back and placed my arms behind me on the mattress for support. 

 

My eyes fixed the door and my body slowly froze itself into position as the endless mantras in my mind became steadily louder and louder.

 

“Pleasure is service and service is pleasure.” my inner voice intoned. “Obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience.”

 

Again and again, endless variations flood my mind with pleasure and obedience as I wait for him to come snap me out of my compelled state. He once had me wait like that for almost an hour before he finally came into the room. Of course to me, it didn’t feel like that at all as the light trance made time somewhat irrelevant.

 

His shower finally ended and I watched him come out of the steamy bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He admired my figure from the doorway for a few moments, making my heart race a little as I did the same. His eyes eventually came back up and locked onto mine as he slowly walked towards me.

 

“I love the new underwear...” he said softly, causing a spike of pride and joy to bubble up through the calm trance. “You will wear it on our next video chat.”

 

My eyes couldn’t look away from his as the depths of his gaze captivated me as I felt his soft command sink to the roots of my mind. I instantly knew that I would obey because I could no more resist his words than I could resist his eyes. They were so powerful for me that it almost felt like magic.

 

A big part of the reason why his eyes felt so powerful to me was that he had spent hours conditioning me to them. He hadn’t even used his soft hypnotic voice and I could already feel my mind sink deeper into itself as I looked up into his eyes. My inner mantras of docility and obedience grew softer and softer as my conscious thoughts retreated further away from me. 

 

He reached out and caressed my face tenderly as he peered down deep into my wide vacant eyes. I could feel his touch and the immediate arousal it ignited, but I didn’t move or react because I was sinking so helplessly into trance. Nothing except his will could shake me awake from it. Not even when his hand slipped lower and caressed my neck and collar bone.

 

Or when he possessively massaged my tits.

 

I stayed exquisitely relaxed as my mind continued to spiral down the path to deep trance. I was mindless and blissfully serene in the presence of the man that so totally mesmerized me.

 

This is exactly how he programmed me to be for him: instantly entranced and perfectly docile.

 

I wasn’t always this... Submissive and docile... 

 

I didn’t know I even had a subby side until I went to one of my colleague’s mixers. Not that I was the dominant type, but I wasn’t a shy and meek lover either. My colleague had friends in a bunch of different fields and decided it would be a good idea to invite everyone they knew for a garden party. 

 

I almost didn’t go, but with the pandemic, I was hungry to meet people even if it meant I wouldn’t know most of them.

 

The party turned out to be quite entertaining as one of the guests revealed that they were a skilled hypnotist and after some convincing from the inebriated crowd, he decided to do a demonstration. He told us that he always wanted to try a group induction so he asked us all to gather in the garden. All we had to do was to listen and engage if we felt like it. He assured us that if we didn’t want to, then it wouldn’t work and we were welcomed to experience the scene from within.

 

I remember how anonymous I felt within the group. No one around me seemed all that impressed or hopeful it would work, but we were also hoping that it would to see if we could have a laugh at the expense of our friends and colleagues.

 

I remember him talking to us... Making us picture invisible things... Sensations... Clasping hands together... Sticky magical glue of some kind... I remember being pleasantly astonished when I tried to pull my hands apart but couldn’t.

 

Then there was something about the glue feeling good... Pleasant... Going up my arms...

 

Soothing my arms and muscles...

 

My neck...

 

Then...

 

Nothing.

 

I woke up with a start as he gently shook my shoulder to wake me. Everyone around me was astonished and I couldn’t figure out why until I noticed that I had somehow removed my bra! He quickly assured me that I did so without flashing anybody, but that didn’t help the burning I felt in my cheeks.

 

The party resumed and moved on to other topics of conversation, but I couldn’t shake the experience out of my mind and before long, I gathered the courage to go talk with him about what I had experienced.

 

If I knew where that simple curiosity would lead me, I’d like to think that I would have turned on my heels and mingled with other people. But the complicated truth is that I’m not sure I would have because a big part of me wouldn’t believe half the things I’ve experienced since that fateful evening.

 

I mean...

 

Would I really believe that hypnosis could turn me into what I am now?

 

Heck, I still have trouble believing it sometimes...

 

He seemed so wholesome and warm when I came up to him. His easy smile put me at ease as he told me that I wasn’t the only guest to fall into a trance. I remember how captivating his soft eyes were as I listened to his low soothing voice tell me about how certain lucky people were more suggestible than others. 

 

I didn’t even notice it when he gently guided me to a secluded part of the yard. I just listened and followed his lead as his fascinating theories about people and hypnosis captured my imagination.

Except in the general sense, I had never even thought about hypnosis before that party. Especially not as something I’d like to experience. But as he talked softly and caressed my hand, I felt the same calm comfort that had soothed me while I was in the crowd.

 

I didn’t even think to fight it.

 

I just surrendered to it when he did something I’ve come to know as a shock induction. I felt a sharp tug on my hand and my brain simply turned off. I don’t remember it at the time, but since then, he’s allowed me to remember every part of it.

 

We were completely alone and hidden away so he took his time to deepen my trance. He spent the next hour testing the limits of my suggestibility by having me tell him about myself in great detail while he played around with my senses. It didn’t take him long to reach a point where he could openly grope me without waking me from my trance.

 

In fact, he even got me to completely undress for him while I talked about my sexual history and preferences.

 

Once he was satisfied and had me dress, he left a few interesting suggestions inside the depths of my mind before he awoke me. I remember being amazed and excited that he could drop me so easily. Of course, at the time, I didn’t remember that he made me strip. I only believed that the trance had lasted mere moments. Just long enough for him to implant a fun little suggestion that made me feel like my clit was being rubbed when someone rubbed the back of my right hand.

 

The pleasure I felt as he demonstrated that for me was... Intense... So intense that I’m not sure he needed the hypnotic suggestion to convince me to get his number because I was instantly fascinated and more than a little aroused.

 

After that night, we quickly got into the habit of texting before things evolved to video chats where one of his latent hypnotic suggestions pushed me to ask him to hypnotize me again. He obliged of course and continued to play around with my high suggestibility as we talked.

 

The parts I remember were fun and incredibly surprising as he demonstrated more and more hypnotic tricks he could guide my mind to perform. What I didn’t remember was that he also spent a good deal of time anchoring his hooks deep into my mind.

 

I was so clueless to his true intentions that when he offered to send me files to help me sleep, I didn’t think twice and diligently listened to every single one he sent. I didn’t know it at the time of course, but a big part of those audio sleep files were designed to condition my mind to his voice.

 

Every single night...

 

I was effectively helping him enthrall myself to control.

 

He got progressively bolder in his hypnotic tricks, which had the intended effect of turning me on as I found myself wearing less and less with each video call.

 

Until one evening, I woke up from my trance completely naked without feeling the least bit embarrassed or self conscious. Instead, it just felt... Right...

 

Normal...

 

Thrilling even.

 

That was the first evening I remember masturbating for him under the influence of a hypnotic trigger. He was a gentleman about it and asked if I wanted to experience something truly erotic. I was so turned on that I accepted. He spoke a few choice words and I found myself with this undeniable urge to touch myself.

 

I tried to resist...

 

But the more I resisted, the stronger the compulsion became until I simply couldn’t resist anymore. I fingered myself to the most intense orgasm I had felt in years while he watched. My release was so intense and satisfying that  it left me with a burning desire to meet him in person. I didn’t think twice about it and asked him if he would be willing to meet up so we could do a session in person.

 

Which we did a few days later.

 

I’m not sure I knew what to expect from that first, well second, in person hypnosis session, but I know I didn’t expect it to last all afternoon and spill into the evening.

 

We met up after lunch in a motel half-way from our respective homes. I was less nervous than I thought I would be. Or rather, to be precise, my giddy anxiety dropped dramatically once I heard his voice.

 

So much so that I never really noticed when our casual talk turned into an induction. It was as if I entered a light trance as soon as I stepped in! Although, the trance didn’t stay light for long as he started to do something he called ‘fractionation’. 

 

He deepened my trance before bringing me back up. I would barely have time to register that I was waking up from the trance before he plunged me right back down into it.

 

Each time I came up, I felt heavier and foggier as I tried to keep track of where I was in the room or even what I was wearing. He hadn’t done that with me before and I was thankful he decided to do it in person because every time my eyes fluttered open, I felt more and more open and vulnerable.

 

So pleasantly vulnerable... 

 

I truly had no clue as to what he was doing with me during that time, but I remember wearing less and less until I awoke naked with my fingers in my pussy. Or I thought they were because I woke up to intense mind melting pleasure before he sank me back down into trance.

 

Again and again...

 

I awoke feeling as if I was about to cum, but just as I was about to, his soft voice would command my mind to sink back and it immediately obeyed. Even when I woke up with his fingers actively rubbing me to the edge of a massive orgasm, my brain instantly obeyed when he spoke my trance trigger.

 

As desperate as I was to reach my release, I found that I couldn’t resist the pull of his voice. I could only obey...

 

We had obviously fooled around with pleasure during our video chats, but we had never actually talked about getting intimate so when I woke up, confused and foggy to feel his cock penetrating my most private self, I felt a split second of doubt erupt inside my mind before the sheer magnitude of my arousal squashed it down and gave into the pleasure.

 

Until he dropped me again...

 

Even while fucking, my mind still obeyed his voice.

 

I don’t even recall the number of times I awoke while he fucked me, but every time I did, I found myself disoriented because we were in a new position. As if he was trancing and fucking me through the Kamasutra.

 

The final time I awoke, I had his cock in my mouth and the desire to suck him was impossible to resist. It was the same sort of compulsion I felt when he had me masturbate for him.  My mind was completely hazy and out of it even as I slurped and licked. I was far from doing my best work, but he didn’t seem to mind as he lounged with his back to the head of the bed.

 

I was in my own little post hypnotic world and didn’t really care what I was doing as the heat of my pleasure continued to course through my body.

 

Eventually though, he showed me a little of his true intentions before he actually came when he instructed me to worship his shaft properly if I wanted to experience my own orgasm. When I didn’t respond, he triggered a hypnotic suggestion that brought me to the very edge of release without actually cumming. 

 

The experience was mind boggling... 

 

Pleasurable...

 

And frustrating!

 

He triggered me 5 times before he stopped and pointed to his cock. The repeated edges had the delightful effect of waking me up from my post trance bliss and I dove on his cock with a renewed passion.

 

As I did my best to worship his shaft, he calmly told me that he had spent the afternoon implanting an orgasm block that would only release if he gave me permission to cum, which he assured me would make it even better. I didn’t properly understand what that meant at the time because I was aroused out of my mind and I found the whole idea extremely exciting.

 

I didn’t even register that he had just told me that he had tranced me for hours!

 

Thankfully, he deemed my lust drunk ministrations pleasant enough to reward me with a mind blowing orgasm. Which was doubly mind blowing because I had just finished swallowing his release, looking up into his captivating eyes when his soft voice commanded me to cum.

 

And I did.

 

Just like that. 

 

I probably should have been afraid of the level of control he had over me, but instead, as I basked in the afterglow of one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, I only felt awe and erotic excitement.

Another thing about that first motel meeting that should have worried me was when he ordered take out and had me pay the delivery guy in nothing but my underwear. Only... I didn’t realize I wasn’t dressed until the door closed and he released the hypnotic hallucination I was under.

 

I giggled for half an hour as I kept picturing the guy’s jaw drop while I acted as if nothing particular was happening because to my mind, nothing was!

 

After we talked and ate, I asked him to fractionate me again. I’m not really sure if it was a post-hypnotic suggestion from him or my own excited desire to experience that type of trance again. The experience was deliciously confusing and it sent me to hypnotic depths I didn’t know someone could reach.  Much like the afternoon session, I awoke to various states of undress and positions, but as far as I could tell, he hadn’t joined in.

 

I finally woke up kneeling on the bed, naked and masturbating. He wanted me to properly feel the hypnotic block he had on my pleasure so he compelled me to try and cum. 

 

The compulsion to masturbate was so strong... I couldn’t stop myself as I fingered and rubbed myself to the edge of a release that never came! He kept teasing me... Offering me rewards if I could break his hypnotic block... Promising me untold pleasures if I could cum without his permission.

 

I wanted to... God I wanted to cum... But at the same time, a voice in my mind reminded me that it wouldn’t be as satisfying if I disobeyed... That it would only be worth wild if I waited for his permission.

 

After almost an hour of being driven to the edge, he finally released the compulsion to touch myself and showered me with warm words that made my heart swell with pride as I collapsed in his strong arms.

 

I slept incredibly well, even if my slumber was plagued with increasing erotic dreams that culminated by waking up to his cock impaling me from behind. He fucked me awake I couldn’t decide how I felt about his assumption that he could. However, that insignificant concern was shattered and dispelled when he whispered my edge trigger hotly in my ear. 

 

Once...

 

Twice...

 

Three times he whispered it as he continued to fuck me, making me wild with pleasure and need before he surprised me by dropping me into a trance.

 

The next hour or so was a complete fractionated blur of trance and pleasure as he fucked me repeatedly. Every time I awoke, I felt dizzy and confused as the pleasure threatened to climax, relentlessly reminding me that it wouldn’t until he allowed it.

 

Again and again...

 

He brought me in and out as he enjoyed my helpless body before he rewarded me by waking me up with a powerful orgasm while he held me tight against him and pumped his own release deep inside me. I’ve woken up from trance in the midst of an orgasm since then, but that first time was special in a way I can’t properly describe.

 

It made me feel so... Connected... So true... 

 

It made me lust drunk and high all at once. So much so that when he ordered us breakfast and he settled down to eat, I didn’t even feel mad that he used a post-hypnotic suggestion to compel me to kneel and suck his cock while he ate.

 

It just felt... Right... Natural...

 

Maybe it was because he rewarded my hypnotically driven efforts with a few triggered edges, but something about it was very powerful to my lust drunk mind. As if I was finally understanding the true nature of our budding relationship.

 

It was the first time I had truly felt submissive and to my utter surprise, it felt right. Pleasurable in a way I had never expected.

 

Was that a revelation of my deep repressed self? Or was that all part of his hypnotic conditioning? 

 

Regardless of which, I only cared that I felt good about it so when his video calls became nightly events, I didn’t question it one bit. I looked forward to them even if I didn’t remember most of our conversation. More and more, my video chats with him were spent almost completely in a trance as he continued to program and condition me to obey and respond to his voice.

 

And of course, I would awaken from those sessions masturbating for his viewing pleasure. 

 

Our motel meetings weren’t as frequent as I wanted them to be, but they were always an intense and evolving affair as more and more, I found myself feeling specific compulsions about what I needed to wear for our meetings.

 

Each motel session, he pulled the leash of his control a little tighter, but to me, it never felt like he did. The slope of his growing control was soft and pleasant while he continually showered me with addicting sexual pleasure that was exquisitely coupled with incredibly fulfilling hypnosis sessions.

 

His slow approach was so masterful that I never questioned our relationship dynamic until one evening, he spent our time together without allowing me to cum even once. He simply tranced me again and again, making me feel triggered pleasure whenever I was awake and somewhat alert. Eventually though, he compelled me to tenderly worship his shaft while he relaxed and watched a movie after dinner.

 

I didn’t question our dynamic because he compelled me to suck him, he had done it to me before and I liked it. No, what made me question our dynamic was the fact that he didn’t reward me with a release once I was done. He didn’t even fuck me, which was a first for our motel meetings. 

 

The next morning, I woke up with an impossible compulsion to suck his morning wood. I tried to resist the compulsion, but like most of my post hypnotic compulsions, the more I resisted the stronger it got until the entirety of my mental faculties were focused on my desire to blow him. When that happens, there is simply no resisting it. I tenderly worshiped his shaft without thought or concern while he slowly woke up. He simply smiled and only triggered a few edges while I pleasured him to his first morning release.

 

He tranced and played with my body for hours before he had me blow him one last time before we had to vacate the room. As I walked to my car, feeling sexually frustrated and profoundly aroused, I realized that out of all the things I had experienced with him, that was the first time I had truly felt used.

 

I even told myself that I wouldn’t answer his next video call as a way to let him know that I was mad. Well not mad per say... Disappointed maybe?

 

It’s hard to remember it all...

 

Anyway, when the video call came at our usual time, I found that I couldn’t ignore it. I HAD to answer it. The act itself was jarring because I truly thought I could resist my own desire to experience hypnosis with him. Each electronic ring called out to me until it felt like I was being compelled. It felt so strange and confusing! 

 

But to my delight, the moment I obeyed the compulsion to answer the call, I felt an intense wave of euphoria that took me completely by surprise. The bliss of giving in completely washed away the concerns or worries I had about our dynamic as it reminded me of just how good it felt to let go and surrender.

 

The connection between obedience and pleasure grew in my mind without me being totally aware of it. I felt it, but didn’t consciously know about it until it was so deeply conditioned into my brain that the simple act of putting on something he wanted me to wear gave me pleasure shivers. Never mind the mind numbing joy I felt when I actually serviced his sexual needs.

 

Especially when he made a point to demonstrate just how deep his hypnotic control went.

 

For example, one time, instead of meeting up at a motel room, he had me meet him at a fancy restaurant. There, we ate a sumptuous meal while we talked about fun things we could try with my erotic sessions. I didn’t even realize he was manipulating my body to act without my knowledge until he dangled my panties and bra for everyone to see! Thankfully, nobody did, but it drove me wild to think that he could do that to me in a crowded restaurant.

 

And that wasn’t even the worst part because he also played with my pleasure by edging me with his voice while I stared helplessly into his hypnotic eyes. 

 

He drove us to the motel room and on the way, he triggered me to undress completely before making me edge a few times. I couldn’t control myself at all as I panted and moaned in the seat next to him. I couldn’t wait to get to our destination so we could indulge ourselves properly. Only, he had other ideas and decided to trigger my well trained compulsion to worship his cock. I tried to resist it because I was mortified that he wanted me to blow him naked while he drove us around, but just like before, the more I resisted, the stronger my need grew.

 

I gave in without much of a fight and pleasured him until we reached our room. Thankfully, he placed me in a trance so I wouldn’t be completely embarrassed to move from the car to the room in nothing but my birthday suit.

 

The thing is, as he woke me up in the room and I realized what he did, my mind was grateful because I knew that he could have just as easily compelled me to do the exact same thing while I wasn’t in a trance.

 

His control over me was so irresistible and complete that by the time he openly compelled me to spend hours masturbating while repeating obedience mantras, I embraced it as easily as any other hypnotic trick he showed me. More so even...

 

He towered over me as I chased an orgasm I knew would never come while I repeated mantras of service and pleasure. Looking up into his eyes completely enthralled me as I felt that same powerful emotion I had felt when he first compelled me to blow him while he ate breakfast.

 

It made me realize how helpless I truly was to resist his hypnotic influence.

 

 I had never thought of myself as submissive, but as I knelt there, my brain was alive with euphoric pleasure as I listened to myself say impossible things that felt 100% true.

 

And 100% arousing...

 

“You cannot resist me.” he said, breaking my trip down memory lane.

 

“I cannot resist you...” I immediately responded.

 

“Your mind is mine.” he said, looking deep into my captivated eyes.

 

“My mind is yours...” I said softly, feeling a small spike of arousal throb inside my clit.

 

“Your body is mine.” he said, still massaging my tits.

 

“My body is yours...” I whispered as my pussy clenched.

 

“You obey.” he said.

 

“I obey...” I half moaned.

 

“Good girl...” he said softly, sending my pleasure skyward. “Now it’s time to play and train you...”

 

His hand released my breast and moved up until his index finger rested on my forehead. My whole body relaxed instantly as my whole world shrank down to the tactile sensation of his finger, lightly pressing on my skin and the captivating pull of his eyes.

 

Words buried deep inside my mind bubbled up to the surface of my focused thoughts.

 

“I am relaxed, open...” I said softly. “And ready...”

 

“Good...” he said as his eyes completely eclipsed everything else around me. “SLEEP.”

 

He spoke my trigger while simultaneously tracing down my forehead, effectively shutting the curtain of my awareness as the dark depths of my hypnotic trance welcomed me into its warm blissful embrace.

 

I didn’t know what he had planned for me, but that didn’t worry me at all. I could wake up in the exact same position while he explore a new hypnotic trick he wanted to try, or I could wake up impaled on his cock with a burning animalistic need to fuck his brains out.

 

Either way, I was compelled here to serve his pleasure and there is absolutely nothing I could do about it. Which is precisely what turns me on the most about being his enthralled plaything.

 

Now if that arousal was conditioned into me or if hypnosis simply unearthed it is a question that is about as irrelevant as wondering why the sky is blue. 

 

Just like my arousal and pleasure, it simply is.

 

And it is stunningly beautiful.