As I settled into my comfy sofa, I started to reminisce about the crazy turn my life took once Jimmy finally revealed that he had been hypnotizing me for a while without my conscious knowledge. The revelation was shocking in itself, but what surprised me even more was to discover how much I enjoyed being controlled through hypnosis. Mentally, I knew that there was no denying that simple truth because otherwise, his very first hypnotic suggestion would never have worked. If deep down I didn’t find it enjoyable, then I would have ignored his suggestion that I forget everything about the trance I experienced. 

 

Including that I ever had it! 

 

Even if I knew I wanted it, the revelation contrasted so much with what I knew about myself that it took me a few days to truly reconcile how I felt with what I believed. Especially if I added the mild sense of violation I felt when I realized just how often he had hypnotized and controlled me before he allowed me to remember it. Of course, the violation was only imagined because subconsciously, I obviously wanted it to happen just like it did because a person couldn’t be hypnotized to do something they didn’t want to do. It was the first fundamental thing about hypnosis! But still, logic and emotion don’t always mirror each other and we often love things we know we shouldn’t and vice versa. 

 

Luckily for me though, the pleasure his control brought me was more than enough to convince my emotions that my logic was right and I truly did want to be under Jimmy’s complete control. How else could I explain how good it felt or why I couldn’t resist?

 

The intense shift our friendship experienced as we went from good friends to kinky lovers was also something my emotions had trouble with during those first few days. Not that Jimmy went overboard or anything, in fact, considering the depths of his desires and my utter inability to resist him, I’m surprised he eased me into it as much as he did. Which actually helped a lot to help soothe the dissonance between my mind and emotions. In fact, I didn’t even feel it when we spent our time together exploring inductions and post hypnotic triggers he wanted to try. 

 

The only times I felt it was when we were just ourselves… 

 

Out in public… 

 

From my perspective, our connection shifted so fast that I didn’t know how to act when he wasn’t controlling me. We were good friends, but it felt to me like our erotic explorations meant more to both of us than it being a simple ‘friends with kinky unusual benefits’ type of thing. 

 

I needed our growing relationship to be… More…. 

 

Especially when I considered the fact that Jimmy had already made it clear that as long as he controlled me, I wasn’t going to sleep with anyone else. And since my mind didn’t reject that rule as he sank it deep inside my mind, I knew it was something I wanted.

 

Taking all that into account, the only logical step I could think of was to ask Jimmy to officially become my boyfriend! Since I was already sexually loyal to him, going out with him as his official girlfriend made perfect sense. However, it was still a bit awkward since the truth of the matter is that I hadn’t fallen in love with him when I surrendered to his control.

 

It was more accurate to say I had fallen in lust…

 

Sure I wanted him to use and control me, but that didn’t necessarily follow that I wanted to date him, but since it would most likely make things feel more natural if we did, we decided to try and see how things evolved. Thankfully, as we continued to explore our new and unconventional relationship, my feelings slowly aligned themselves with my carnal pleasures. In my heart, I slowly became more than just his enthralled little sex toy. My appreciation turned to admiration and my carnal desires became emotional attachment.

 

And love… 

 

I giggled, feeling a warm wave of arousal wash over my skin as my thoughts drifted to the first time we actually went on a date. I kept expecting him to trigger or trance me, which he eventually did, but surprisingly enough, not before we had already ‘consumed’ our new romantic status. It made me so happy to realize that allowing ourselves to be romantic turned out to be exactly what I needed to truly feel like every part of myself was on board with giving myself to Jimmy’s control.

 

And after every part of me embraced my delectable new reality, our sessions became even more fulfilling and profound as we explored erotic hypnosis together…

 

Remembering it all sent delicious arousal throughout my body, but as distracting as it was, my horniness couldn’t distract me from the insistent buzzing coming from the phone in my hand. I sighed and pulled my thoughts out of my trip down memory lane. I looked at the screen and felt myself focus on it intently.

 

Very intently…

 

Only…

 

I wasn’t looking at my phone at all. Cobwebs and fog clouded my awareness, but there was no mistaking what I was seeing in front of me. Somehow, I was now standing in front of the bathroom mirror with a rubber dildo in my hand instead of lounging comfortably on the sofa. 

 

I blinked a few times, chasing away the last remnants of the hazy fog lingering in my thoughts as I took in the strappy ‘harness’ type bra I was now wearing, which did nothing to either support nor hide my tits and nipples. I recognized it of course, but it wasn’t at all what I had been wearing a moment ago. 

 

“Really Jimmy?” I said to myself, rolling my eyes as I smiled. “He knows I hate this thing…”

 

My chin and upper chest was slick with drool, which made me look at the dildo and I immediately noticed that it too was covered. It didn’t take a genius to understand what I had been doing with it, so I decided to confirm by looking at my phone and sure enough, it was opened on the camera app. I switched to the recent picture album and as I expected, there were a few selfies I had apparently just taken of myself while I made a show of sucking on the rubber shaft. I felt a fresh surge of arousal as I focused my attention on my vacant drowsy eyes. 

 

I was obviously in a waking trance, but that didn’t surprise me at all. Jimmy had a habit of triggering me multiple times a day so it wasn’t uncommon for me to lose bits and pieces of it. Although usually, he likes to play around with my memories and have me remember doing something else completely instead of allowing me to notice I sank into a trance.

 

I scrolled through the new selfies and was mildly surprised to see that in all of them, my tits weren’t in the frame. I frowned because Jimmy was definitely a tit man and REALLY enjoyed taking pictures and videos of my naked perky ones so it was odd that there wasn’t one among those he had me take of myself. But then I smiled as I remembered that Jimmy always had me delete any nudes he compelled me to take. There were 2 reasons for this. First, he wanted to make sure I didn’t inadvertently open my picture album in front of someone with my nude body on display, but also, he loved to keep me guessing as to how far he pushed me.

 

“I really should remind him that pictures of me sucking on a dildo are in the same ‘not safe for work’ category as my nudes…” I said to myself as I deleted each of them. “Not that it matters much when I’m at home like this…”

 

As I grabbed a towel to dry off my chest, I recalled how shocked I was the first time he came over to my place and showed me the lewd pictures I had unknowingly sent him. I couldn’t believe it, but the proof was there on his phone even if it was nowhere to be found on mine. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Jimmy was quick to reassure me that my photos would always be for his eyes only. I couldn’t believe that he could hypnotize me to do it, but since I obviously obeyed, I felt overwhelmingly comforted when I remembered the first fundamental thing about hypnosis.

 

A person can’t be hypnotized to do something they don’t want to do, so instead of being pissed, I was curious to know how he had managed to trigger me because I couldn’t find anything in our text messages that looked like a trigger. That’s when he told me about a new messaging app he signed us up for. He found one we both didn’t have already on our phones and created accounts for us. 

 

I had absolutely no memory of the app so I opened my phone to check it out. However, I couldn’t find it on any of my home screens so I decided to check my app lists in my setting. I was a little shocked when I realized I couldn’t see it there either. He chuckled as he explained that he had hypnotized me to consciously ignore anything and everything that was linked to that particular app. 

 

So try as I might, I would never notice it on my phone.

 

When I asked him why he went to the trouble of doing that, he chuckled and told me that he thought it would be easier for my mind to separate our regular texts from hypnotic commands if they weren’t in the same app. I still remember how floored I was to realize that he could so easily control me with my own phone! 

 

My ‘control app’, as he came to call it, quickly became his favorite toy and every so often, he would use it to make me do all kinds of things. Mostly sexy or lewd selfies for his enjoyment, but also pre-session preparations like dressing a certain way for his arrival or making me send a list of triggers and ideas I wanted him to use on me. I loved it a lot when he did the latter because the following erotic session would prove extra exciting for me because it would feel as if he was reading my mind and making me do the things I was in the mood for.

 

Not that I minded doing things I wasn’t in the mood for… Far from it in fact because it made me so vividly aware of his control…

 

As I finished cleaning my chest, I smiled as I figured that Jimmy was most probably on his way over so I decided to put on the bright red lipstick he loved to see on my lips when they wrapped around his cock. He didn’t always make me suck him when he came over of course, but it was a safe bet to think that he would. After all, sucking his cock was a big part of satisfying his sexual fantasies and since I had surrendered to his control for that very purpose, he wasn’t shy about compelling me to pleasure him.

 

I smiled as I thought that he didn’t need a trigger to enjoy my mouth ever since I experienced his first ‘orange frozen delight’ trick in the pool, I literally couldn’t get enough of the taste of his cock. Especially since he could so easily switch out the way he tasted with a few simple suggestions and make his cock taste like anything I could ever crave. Truth be told, I was almost addicted to sucking his shaft so even without the compulsions, pleasuring him with my mouth became something I deeply enjoyed.

 

I giggled softly, licking my lips in hopeful anticipation, telling myself that I might be the one to offer him that particular delight tonight…

 

I leaned forward, pursing my lips into a kiss as I brought the red stick to my mouth. I had to force myself to focus on my task instead of the pleasures my musings stirred in my loins, so I made a point to be deliberately slow as I applied the lipstick. I kept close watch of the way my upper lip turned from their natural pinkish hue to bright red once the tube glided over them. Reaching the side, I made a wide ‘O’ shape with my mouth, pushing down the image of his cock making them stretch in that same pattern so I could fully focus applying the lipstick properly.

 

It was important. Very important.

 

I couldn’t greet Jimmy with smeared lipstick after all… 

 

So I went slow, applying it carefully as I rounded down and spread it across my lower lip. The progress was slow, yet captivating as I imagined I could see each individual cell be painted by my steady hand. The red circle I gradually created was so enticing… So alluring… I felt my body heat up even if I ignored the arousal brewing between my legs. 

 

The feel of the oily red wax as it glided along my lip was mesmerizing and sensual as I slowly aimed to smother every inch in scarlet colors. The feeling was so nice that I decided to apply just a little more once I was done. With deliberate ease, I moved to my upper lip once more, slowly gliding the stick along the crest of the vivid ‘O’ of my mouth. 

 

The motion was so slow… So enticing… I couldn’t help but let my mind drift while the beauty of the glossy red became the entire focus of my world as the tip went around and around along my lips…

 

“Who knew you would turn out to be such a trance slut…” Jimmy's voice intoned.

 

I blinked a few times as his words pulled me back to reality and I saw him through the mirror, standing right behind me. My cheeks burned red hot as my mind cleared and I realized that I fell into a light waking trance while I applied what turned out to be WAY too much lipstick.

 

“I… I mean… Huh… Slut might not be the exact wordoOOOHHH!” I said, gasping as I felt his hand slip up my leg to cup my pussy.

 

My eyes rolled as I felt his touch send sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

 

“You think it’s not the appropriate word huh?” he asked softly, smirking. “Then would you care to explain why you're already soaking wet? You know… If it isn’t because you’re a slut for trance?”

 

“I huh… HHmm…” I said, trying not to moan. “I… I can’t help it… You… HHmm… You made it feel so… So fucking good…”

 

“Of course, I did… And you love that I did because you feel so good when I hypnotize you… It feels amazing to let go and feel your mind surrender to me…” he said, gently caressing my soaked panties. “Doesn’t it?”

 

His voice was so soft… Reminding me of the tone he used during his inductions…

 

Reminding me of the bliss that tone offered…

 

“HHmm… It soooo does…” I said, feeling the pleasure grow as my mind felt like it was sinking.

 

“But is that warm blissful feeling the same as what you are feeling now?” he said, wrapping his other hand around my hips “Can you really say that feeling yourself dropping for me is the same as getting aroused?”

 

The pleasure was making my mind fuzzy, making it hard to follow his reasoning. He was comparing feelings… Trance and arousal… No… Of course they weren’t the same.

 

“HHmm… No… They’re… Different… Hhmm…” I said, failing to hold back my small moans. 

 

“Of course they are…” he said, using his other hand to trace lines along the side of my stomach. “So if they are different… Then why did you become so wet as you tranced yourself in the mirror?”

 

My mind didn’t know which to reach for. Part of me wanted to dive into the pleasure he was stroking into me while another part wanted to surrender and drop into his velvety voice. It made me feel so confused that I had trouble thinking of the answer he was leading me to. So all I could do was assume it was something else he did to me.

 

“HHmmm… I’m wet… HHmm… Because you made me…” I said.

 

“Partly true…” he said, making my skin sing with his fingers. “But not because I gave you the suggestion to be aroused when you feel a trance…”

 

“Oohh… HHmmm….” I moaned. “Then… Hhmm… Why…”

 

“Tell me this… My horny little trance slut…” he said, smiling as he caressed me. “Every time you surrender your mind to a trance, you also surrender yourself to my control… Don’t you?”

 

“HHmm… Yeeesssss…” I agreed, feeling my legs start to quiver with need.

 

“And we both know exactly how my control makes you feel… Don’t we?” he asked.

 

“Yyeesss…” I moaned. “HHmmm… I… I feel so… Hot… Aroused…”

 

“I’ve seen it so many times now… It’s as if I implanted it myself…” he said, trailing his fingers up my tummy. “You feel deep erotic pleasure whenever you feel my control… Arousing you without fail… Turning you into my obedient little slut… Or am I wrong?”

 

“NOOooo…” I moaned. “Fuck… I love how… HHmm… Your control feels… Makes me… HHmmm… So fucking wet… I can’t… Resist it…”

 

“Of course you can’t… You don’t want to resist because you want to be my hypnotized horny slut that I can use to satisfy my pleasure…” he said, chuckling softly. “Or am I wrong about that?”

 

“Fuck no… HHmmmm…” I moaned. “I’m under your… HHmmm… Control… I’m… Your obedient… Enthralled… Slut…”

 

“Oh yes… There is no denying that you are definitely a slut for my control...” He said, reaching my clit through my panties. “Which is why you are so wet when you feel your mind drop into a trance…”

 

The pleasure was one thing, but the fuzziness his words induced made everything so hard to follow and understand his conclusion.

 

“HHmm… Wha… What?” I said, confused.

 

“Try to follow…” he said, fingers reaching my frilly bra. “You feel aroused when you experience my control… And you surrender to my control every time you drop in a trance, which means… You become aroused whenever you feel yourself slip into trance because it makes you feel my control.”

 

“Oohh… Hhmm… Makes… Sense?” I said, having a hard time organizing my thoughts through his soft drowsy words and arousing fingers.

 

“Of course, it makes sense my little trance slut…” he said as his fingers traced upwards, feeling out my collar bone before he went up higher and gently grabbed my chin. “Just look into your own vacant eyes…” he commanded, and I obeyed. “Look at how spacey and blank you already are for me…”

 

He was right…

 

I looked at myself and immediately saw my half closed eyes, filled with lust, but unfocused and blank.

 

“You are already spacing out… Letting yourself drop back into a trance even though I’m explaining more fun facts about hypnosis while I’m teasing you…” he said, gently circling my clit. “You had this same look on your face when I first hypnotized you… Such beautifully entranced eyes…”

 

I looked so relaxed… Yet… I felt so aroused… 

 

“Focus on your hypnotized gaze and you’ll see for yourself how much of a slut you are for trance…” he said. “Deep in that hazy lust filled gaze… You can see it as plain as day… You love trance as much as my control… Because they are one and the same… Of course, you can’t help yourself… You can’t resist becoming a wet obedient mess when you feel it take hold of your mind…”

 

I could still feel the pleasure blooming inside my body, but the fixed vacant gaze I saw reflected back at me pulled me in, tipping the scales of my inner struggle. I looked so happy… Aroused… Peaceful… Vague memories drifted inside my mind as I felt my skull tingle in anticipation.

 

It was written all over my face: I wanted to slip into a trance…

 

“You’ve been such a good girl…” he said, sending sparks through the tingles. “You know you don’t have to fight it… Not for my sake anyway… Because you see… In trance… You are under my control… I guide you to where I wish you to be… Awake or asleep… You obey my every whim… I can enjoy your many erotic talents… Blank and unaware… Or… With a simple word… I can wake you if I need you… So my Darling… There’s no reason to stop yourself from falling in a deep trance right now… If that is what you want… Indulge yourself… Look deep into your mesmerized eyes and let your mind slip down… down… down…”

 

It felt like my eyes sparkled… Captivating me as they pulled me into them. Just like with the lipstick, I felt my focus slow down… Sharpen to take in every little detail of my gaze… The shape of my irises… Their color… The glaze thickening within them… My eyelids… The tone of my skin around them… 

 

I almost sighed as I felt myself drift down into the welcoming bliss. I spiraled down into my gaze until I was subsumed in the darkness behind them. Deeper and deeper I went, hearing his soft voice continue to speak without my mind being able to hear his words because I was already gone. It didn’t worry me… I trusted my hypnotized mind to listen to his words and allow them entry into my most sacred sanctuary. A garden filled with ideas and suggestions I needed to obey… A garden my deepest mind allowed to flourish…

 

His words enveloped me and my lips betrayed the slightest smile as somewhere in my mind, I understood what he had tried to explain to me. It was true… It wasn’t just the way his hypnotic suggestions felt when he compelled me… It wasn’t just my inability to resist his triggers… The inductions themselves were a part of his control… Falling into trance was the same thing as falling under his control… Being suddenly aware of that connection felt amazing… As if I was discovering the pleasures of trance all over again. I felt so happy… Content… Aroused…

 

My mind sank deep, reaching a depth where I saw without seeing… 

 

I heard without hearing and felt without noticing…

 

I was deeply hypnotized… Deeply within his control… 

 

There were no thoughts… No sense of desire or will… 

 

There was no opinion or choice… I was the act of surrender made flesh…

 

There was a whisper… A directive… A command…

 

I obeyed instantly… Moving without conscious thought…

 

Being controlled was what I wanted… 

 

The act fed the arousal in my mind…

 

Stroking the pleasure in my body…

 

There was another whisper… Reaching into the depths within my core… Caressing the petals of the new suggestion he planted at the root of my thoughts… It snaked and twisted beautifully around my other thoughts… Finding its way through other ideas… Other suggestions… 

 

Using some to help it grow as it made a place for itself deep inside my garden.

 

Planting itself deep… Making itself impossible to ignore…

 

Impossible to resist…

 

It all happened without worry or concern as I basked in the comfort that the fundamentals of hypnosis brought me.

 

Whatever the suggestion he nurtured was about… Whatever his words had planted in my garden of hypnotic commands... I was safe in the knowledge that whatever bloomed and took control of my actions would be, without a doubt, something I wanted.

 

Whispers continued… Changed… As if walking deeper into my garden.

 

Tending to older suggestions… Nurturing them… Feeding them… Clipping away the thoughtless weeds around them…

 

Another whisper… More direct and clear… Commanding… A hypnotic flower responded instantly… Taking control of parts of my mind… Sending invisible thrills of delight through my sleepy thoughts…

 

The pleasure brewing inside my body grew more and more insistent as the darkness slowly allowed me back up towards the light. His words… Pulling me back out of the comforting oblivion as the warmth of his presence in my mind morphed into a soothing heat dripping down my body. Making my skin feel alive and tingly in a way that made it extra sensitive.

 

Before my mind was fully awake… Before my eyes could flutter open… I felt his touch… Moving up and down my body… Warm and possessive… Sending even more pleasure as he lingered on my sensitive chest… A wave of arousal washed over me, making me moan loudly as my mind finally reconnected with the reality around me. 

 

I quickly realized that while I was lost in trance, we had moved away from the bathroom and were now in the bedroom. 

 

“Welcome back my little trance slut…” he said softly, pulling my focus downward. 

 

Not surprisingly, he was naked… 

 

Comfortably leaning back against the head of the bed. The multitude of pillows I owned were all piled behind him, giving him a nice relaxed angle in which to admire my body. His hands were snaked under my bra, fully grasping my tits as I straddled him. I became vividly aware that I had lost my panties as I felt the body of his cock pressing up against my slick intimate lips. The fact that he wasn’t already inside me as I awoke from trance was mildly surprising, but not uncommon. I moaned as my hips began to move up and down his length, coating his shaft in my juices.

 

“How do you feel?” he asked.

 

I was about to say horny and aroused, but that’s not what my mouth decided to voice.

 

“I am deeply enthralled…” I said, moaning as I realized my words had been substituted.

 

It wasn’t the first time he had played around with that particular suggestion and every time, I couldn’t help but be amazed. Sometimes, he would be more crafty and simply substitute away one or both of our names and even though, in my mind I was saying the correct one, my mouth would stubbornly say the one he chose. Other times, he would go full out and only allow me a single phrase to say regardless of what I wanted to share. 

 

The way he could so easily program my mind fascinated and aroused me to no end!

 

“I won’t argue with you there…But…” he said, still massaging my tits. “That’s not what I asked now is it? I want to know if you are happy… Horny… Sleepy… So tell me… How do you feel?”

 

“I… I am.. Deeply enthralled… HHHMMM…” I moaned even louder, trying hard not to whimper in frustration.

 

“I see…” he said, smiling mischievously as I continued to grind my clit and pussy on his cock. “So then… What you feel most right now is your enthrallment to me… Correct?”

 

He wasn’t wrong… I was definitely happy and horny in the most delicious way… But he was right… What I felt most as I tried in vain to speak my mind without success, was his control over my mind. It made me feel so helpless and yes… Enthralled by his desires…

 

“I… I’mm… Hmmm… Deeply enthralled!” I repeated even if I was simply trying to say yes.

 

“HHmm… If you are deeply enthralled…” he said, smiling up at me. “It makes you my thrall… Correct?”

 

“I’m DEEPLY… HHHMMMM…. Enthralled!” I said, nodding vigorously.

 

“HHmm… You say that… But I assume you feel it more than understand it…” he said, smiling devilishly. “But do you even know what being my thrall implies?” 

 

“HHmmm…  I’m… HHHmmm…. Deeply enthralled…” I said, shaking my head as I continued to rub my crotch on his hardness.

 

He was right. I only had a vague idea of course and that idea made me infinitely aroused, but to say that I knew the exact meaning would be a lie.

 

“I thought as much…” he said, smiling. “Would you like to know the definition?”

 

The fact that I was hypnotically bound to repeat the same phrase over and over as a way of responding to him made me utterly helpless. It fueled my arousal just as much as the constant feel of his shaft on my pussy. The combination made it so hard to focus on his logic…

 

Which only fueled my sense of helplessness even more… Feeding the flames… 

 

“I’m HHHMMM…. Deeply en… HHHHMM…. Enthralled!” I moaned, nodding as I wished he would flex his cock up so I could slip him inside me.

 

“I thought you might…” he said with a certain spark in his lust filled gaze. “You see… A thrall is a person who is morally or mentally enslaved by some power or influence… Or in other words… A thrall is a person held in bondage or slavery by another’s power and/or influence… So now that you know the exact definition… Do you still feel like I hold your mind in hypnotic bondage? That I hold your body in erotic slavery?”

 

“HHHHMMmm… I’m… HHmmm… Deeply enthralled… HHmmm…” I moaned softly, nodding my head as I bit my lower lip.

 

“I’ll take that as a yes…” he said, looking meaningfully at my grinding hips. “And since it is quite obvious that being my thrall excites you… You won’t mind me triggering your caudal raw passion to enjoy your carnal delights, will you?”

 

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH!” I moaned in response.

 

My whole body flushed with need as chaotic tingles swirled inside my skull. My thoughts were scattered as his words dove deep within my mind, triggering something primal and animalistic. I didn’t completely lose myself to the storm invading me, but that was only because I was used to feeling such raw want when he wished to turn me into a hot mindless mess. It was just one of the many triggers he loved to used on me when he wanted to fuck, but by far, it was definitely one of his favorites. My eyes refocused on his smiling face and I felt my pussy physically clench in anticipation. 

 

I couldn’t resist the drive I felt and grinded my pussy harder along his length, searching for the tip in the vain hope it would be enough to feel him inside me. Of course it wasn’t, so after a few desperates tries, I whimpered, pleading with my eyes for him to take me. He enjoyed my helpless pleading for a while as my hips moved more and more along his shaft, going so far as to almost squash his balls when I moved down and completely go beyond the tip when I moved up.

 

My breathing was getting hoarse and labored, but still he just watched as my vision tunneled to a single point as if trapped by his gaze. I was so horny  felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t impale me and just when I was about to scream out my frustration, I felt him flex his cock just as I moved up to his stomach. My mind reeled in impossible hope as I grinded my hips down, searching for his cock…

 

As I moved down, his rigid shaft was waiting for me like a spear ready to impale a falling foe. In one impossibly smooth motion, he found his target and skewered me with his full length, rewarding me with exactly what I was praying for. My whole body snapped back in a silent scream of pleasure as my brain exploded with colorful fireworks of pleasure. For a delicious split second, it was like his cock had pushed in so deep that it took possession of my very soul, owning it as completely as Jimmy’s hypnotic talents owned my mind. The moment passed and allowed my body to become alive with need as my hips searched out every inch of him. 

 

I grinded… Moved up and down… Savored every slippery shift his rod went through as I fucked myself on it. It was divine!

 

And different…

 

I had no thoughts to spare as to why it felt different, but deep down, I knew something didn’t feel like it normally did. Not that it was bad or better, just… Different… Regardless, the pleasure I felt washed away any chance I had of trying to determine what it was as my more animalistic desires took over, sending me deeper and deeper into my own carnal pleasure.

 

There wasn’t even a thought spared to pleasuring the man that controlled me, all I wanted was to feel his cock move inside me until I couldn’t resist the fire exploding in my loins. 

 

“FFFFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!” I moaned hoarsely as my pleasure finally reached critical mass.

 

My orgasm engulfed me so completely that it took a long while for it to subside and release me from its addicting grip. My breath was ragged as I finally felt my mind return to me, allowing me to look down at the man still impaled inside me.

 

“You look so sexy when you cum hard like that…” he said, tenderly caressing my thighs. “Even more so when it’s because you so helplessly impaled yourself on my cock…”

 

I blushed as I grabbed my tits, squeezing them to extend the post-orgasmic aftershocks as I felt his rigid cock flex inside me.

 

“I love it…HHmm…” I said, realizing I could speak again. “When you make me do that…”

 

“I know…” he said, smiling as he flexed his cock meaningfully.

 

I bit my lower lip as it became clear to my hazy mind that he wasn’t done. A wave of fresh arousal washed over as I regained enough of myself to start grinding once more. Only… Something felt strange… My hips gyrated softly, but I didn’t feel his cock as I normally did… I moved myself up and down his length, but still, the feeling didn’t go away…

 

“Something wrong?” he finally asked when he noticed me frown.

 

“It’s nothing, it's just… Something feels different somehow…” I said, lifting an eyebrow in amusement. “Am I under a hypnotic compulsion or something?”

 

“Not anymore…” he said, winking playfully.

 

I rolled my eyes as I continued to move myself along his hard length, trying to get back to that delectable head space I was in moments before where my pleasure was out of control. However, the more I moved, the more the unease and strangeness of the sensation grew until I couldn’t take it anymore and finally looked between my legs. My jaw dropped as I finally understood why his cock felt so different inside me.

 

It was because he wasn’t in my pussy at all, but in my ass!

 

“Wha… What the fuck?” I asked, dumbfounded by what I was seeing.

 

I could see my glistening pussy lips, swollen and obviously aroused, but they weren’t stretched wide like they usually were when I felt this full. Instead, his cock was buried balls deep in a place I had NEVER even tried to impale myself.

 

“What’s the matter Babe?” he asked innocently.

 

“What… How…” I said, looking up at him. “Am I seeing things… I must be! I mean… This is impossible! You can’t be…”

 

“Fucking your lovely ass?” he finished for me. “I assure you I am. Haven’t I just told you that you aren’t under a hypnotic compulsion right now?”

 

“You did…” I said, looking back down between my legs. “But how… I mean… I just fucked myself on your cock!”

 

“To be precise…” he said, still caressing my thighs. “You fucked your ass on my cock…”

 

“Right… But…” I said, reflexively contracting my anus around his imposing girth, confirming without a doubt its surprising location. “I never wanted to do anal… We… We talked about that… Right?”

 

“We did…” he said. “But even if your conscious mind didn’t want to… We both know that’s only your surface desires… Don’t we?”

 

“W… We do…” I said, swallowing hard as I looked up at him. “Only my subconscious… Truly knows what I want…”

 

“Since we know…” he said, smiling. “Remind me what it means if my hypnotic suggestion succeeded in making you fuck your ass on my cock until you came so beautifully…”

 

“It means that… Oh god… I wa… I wanted this…” I said, looking back down. “Or… At the very least… Try it seems… Wow…”

 

“Oh I think we confirmed that you wanted more than to just try it…” he said, flexing his cock. “Or else, you wouldn’t have been able to cum so hard. Right?”

 

“Right…” I said, looking back up. “Oh god… Was… Was that because of one of your subconscious question thing?”

 

“I’d like to say it was, but that’s not how it works. I have to verbally ask a question to your subconscious for you to truly feel the answer.” he said, still caressing my thighs. “For this suggestion… All it did was make you relax while also making you unaware of where my cock was truly fucking you. If it all went well, which I think we can both agree it did, it allowed your body to bypass all the stress and worry you would have normally felt if you knew my cock was going up your ass.” 

 

“You’re right… I would have been stressed out of my mind if you had managed to convince me to try…” I said, still surprised at what hypnosis could do. “Is… Is that why it doesn’t hurt? I thought it would hurt…”

 

“Well you just came pretty hard and your body is now familiar with my girth inside your ass…” he said, winking. “But before that, I figured that without your conscious worries, you would be able to stay open to the sensation and allow me entry without subconsciously trying to push me out. Seems to me like I was right because the trigger didn’t change that sensation for you, it only pushed you to seek out your release.”

 

“Wow… I… I can’t believe it… I… Came? From this?” I asked, moving my hips a few millimeters to explore how his cock felt. 

 

“You did…” he said, smiling. “I know it must be more than a little confusing for you… Especially considering everything… So if you think it might help you… I can properly ask your subconscious...”

 

As I gently gyrated my hips, I couldn’t help but notice that his cock definitely didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Which… Obviously meant something… But still… With my previous fears and aversion to anal sex, I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I wanted Jimmy to fuck my ass.

 

“Ok… Yes…” I said. “Even if… I sort of know in my head what will happen if you do… I… I think I need to FEEL it… You know?”

 

“I know Babe… Are you ready?” he said and I nodded. “Now listen carefully and open your mind.”

 

I felt my thoughts fade away as tingles invaded my brain, sharpening my focus until all I felt I could do was listen to Jimmy’s hypnotic voice.

 

“I want your subconscious mind to answer this very important question…” he said. “Deep down… Do you want to be able to offer me your ass as part of the carnal delights I can enjoy with you as my hypnotic thrall?”

 

I blinked, almost smiling as I felt his question sink down into my inner garden. He had used this particular hypnotic trick before and it always comforted me to be able to access my hidden desires in a way I could remember. As my mind conjured up images of being sodomized for his pleasure, I was surprised to feel none of the usual revulsion I felt at the act. Instead of viewing it as being degrading and wrong, I was able to see it for what it was: offering him pleasure…

 

And that’s something I knew I wanted.

 

I remembered our talks about it and I remembered that part of me DID feel bad about not being up to it, that I felt like if I was going to be his obedient slut, I should be able to offer him ALL my delights. But I also remembered that even if I felt bad, I couldn’t see myself accepting his girth in my ass.

 

As I reviewed his question now however, I couldn’t deny that something very powerful was bubbling up from the depths of my mind.

 

Something that felt good. Very good…

 

My breathing started to accelerate as my heart pounded in my chest. I knew the feeling all too well and was half amazed and half thankful that the response was exactly what I expected it to be.

 

I wanted to be controlled… I wanted to offer all my carnal delights to Jimmy so he could explore his fantasies…

 

Bliss exploded from deep within, making me moan as I squeezed my tits hard while I felt my ass clamp down on his length.

 

“OH FUCK!!!” I screamed as an orgasm ripped through me.

 

I moaned hoarsely as my body jerked uncontrollably on his cock, making me keenly aware that yet again, I was cuming while he was in my ass. The pleasure was all consuming and it took me a moment to realize that in the midst of my release, he had moved his hands up to cradle my face in his hands. I caught my breath, raising my hands to grasp his own as I slowly came down from my high.

 

“Looks like you have your undeniable answer…” he said, smiling up at me. 

 

“Yeess…” I said, still feeling the after effects of the pleasure rush.

 

“I know it must feel like it’s all very sudden…” he said, gently caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. “But in reality, you’ve been preparing yourself for this for a few weeks now.”

 

“Really? I… I had no idea…” I said, catching my breath. “But it makes sense…”

 

“I actually thought it would take you a little longer before you would be ready, but when I came home and saw that you were wearing your butt plug, I knew you were ready.” he said.

 

“Butt plug? What butt plug?” I asked, completely at a loss.

 

“Focus on my words…” he said, pulling my mind into sharp focus. “Remember your remote trance.”

 

I blinked as memories came rushing back. What was a blank moment of time before filled with memories of my actions. I remembered receiving the text on the control app and almost felt myself fall in a trance all over again. I remembered getting up from the sofa to go to my room so I could change into the strappy bra and panties he wanted. However, I only squeezed into the uncomfortable top before I went to the bathroom. There, I remembered giving myself an enema. 

 

After I was clean, I remembered going to one of my less used drawers so I could retrieve an anal plug. I grabbed some lube and almost gasped as I relived the moment I inserted it inside my ass.

 

I was shocked…

 

But I couldn’t deny what I was remembering or the results. 

 

Once that was done, I grabbed my phone and took a few pictures of the pub sticking out of my ass so I could send it through the control app. Once that was done, I put on the strappy panties and proceeded to mindlessly practice my sucking techniques as I took selfies, which I also sent through the control app.

 

“Well fuck… I can’t believe I did all that…” I finally said, looking down at my crotch. “But… I did… I actually did…”

 

“You certainly did…” he said, flexing his cock once more. “Which means that now… I’ll be able to enjoy you in a new way… Isn’t that right my little thrall?”

 

The truth of it felt equally disturbing and relieving because as much as I KNEW I wanted it, part of me still felt so odd to know that from that moment on, Jimmy would be fucking my ass. Much like the original dissonance I felt when I first realized I loved to be controlled, I knew that this new step in our exploration would take a while to get used to.

 

“I can’t deny that you can…” I said, feeling his cock flex inside me.

 

“I know…” he said, smiling tenderly. “But don’t worry Babe… I’ll be gentle and slow until you are used to it…”

 

“Thank you…” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. “I appreciate it…”

 

“Speaking of taking things slow…” he said. “I can either trigger you again… Or… If you’d like… You can fuck yourself on my cock so your waking mind can get familiar with these new sensations…”

 

I smiled as my love and admiration swelled up in my heart. Jimmy had proven, time and again, how much he could be patient with me even though we both knew he could utterly control my actions and desires. Even as I straddled him and debated the choice he offered, I couldn’t be 100% sure that the decision I was about to reach was my own because with Jimmy, I had learned that there were always multiple layers to his hypnotic suggestions.

 

But even if my next decision turned out to be heavily influenced by an unspoken hypnotic suggestion, I knew that in reality, it still was my own because of the first comforting and fundamental rule of hypnosis…