“Pleasure Fractionation?” I said, looking up at him from the bed. “As in fractionating me with pleasure? You can’t be serious!”

 

He smiled devilishly.

 

“Oh I am Darling.” he said confidently. “Do you doubt that pleasure can overload and break your mind?”

 

“N.. No...” I said stammering while also blushing. “We both know pleasure can do that to me... But on the other hand, it isn’t the same as hypnotic fractionation... Far from it in fact… I just can’t see them pairing up like you are describing. I’m sorry to say that I don’t think it will work.”

 

“I disagree.” he said. “I think it will work because we both know how wonderfully you respond to my post hypnotic suggestions. You instantly drop when I use your trance trigger and your body overflows with pleasure at a mere whisper of your pleasure trigger. I have every confidence that it will work.”

 

Of course, his confidence sent a thrill of arousal down my spine.

 

“Besides...I can use your pleasure however I wish and I’ve decided to use it to fractionate you.” he continued. “Or am I mistaken? Did we not agree that your pleasure was free use to me?”

 

I felt myself clench hard and almost moaned as I nodded. He leaned forward while turning his head to the side, offering me his ear.

 

“Remind me why I have such free use.” he said.

 

“Because I hhmm...” I said, trying to push down the first waves of pleasure. “I gave you permission to trigger my pleasure however and... Hhmm... Whenever you want.”

 

“You certainly did.” he said, still leaning forward. “And why would you do such a thing?”

 

“Because...” I said, feeling another wave wash over me. “It’s not my pleasure anymore... It’s your pleasure... You completely control it now...”

 

“That’s right.” he said as he straightened up. “Which means...”

 

I moaned as I remembered all the times he had triggered and controlled my pleasure with his deep silky voice.

 

“It means that...” I said. “I can’t control my pleasure anymore... I can’t cum unless you give me permission… Or… Trigger me to cum...”

 

“And what about edging yourself?” he asked. 

 

“I’m allowed to edge myself...” I said, trying in vain to push down my arousal. “As much as I want... But… I can’t release my pleasure because you blocked it. Locked it away... For your use... Your pleasure...”

 

“Exactly.” he said. “And why would you allow me to hypnotically take away your orgasms like that? Why would you allow me to completely control the moment and manner of your release?”

 

I moaned as my hand shot down between my legs.

 

“Because... HHHmmm...” I said. “It feels so much better when you control me... My orgasms feel so fucking good when you allow them... I can’t... I can’t get enough...”

 

“Exactly right.” he said. “And watching you obey your triggers and spasm uncontrollably at my whispered commands never fails to arouse my Darling. Yet...”

 

I looked up through my growing lust and watched him come next to me as he caressed my cheek.

 

“There is even more pleasure for both of us to experience.” he said softly. “And that is why I’m about to pleasure-fractionate you.”

 

“Oh god...” I said. “That would be so intense... But... It can’t work... I mean... I want it to work.. But it can’t! How the hell can I drop into a trance when you trigger my pleasure? It’s like trying to look left and right at the same time!”

 

He smiled and I shivered because I knew that aroused smile all too well.

 

“Lucky for us...” he said as he crouched down at eye level. “Your subconscious will be the one looking left while your conscious thoughts look right.”

 

“What?” I asked, not truly understanding what he meant. “That doesn’t make sense! Do you mean like...”

 

“Darling.” he said firmly, effectively cutting me off mid-sentence. “Edge for me.” 

 

“HHHMMM Fuck...” I moaned as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me and completely pushed away my thoughts.

 

“There we go my dear...” he cooed. “Simply let the pleasure flood your veins and tickle your skin.”

 

“Oh god...” I said. “You... You are doing this now?”

 

“Of course I am.” he said with a devious smile. “Edge for me.”

 

“FUCK.” I moaned, my back suddenly arching as goosebumps erupted along my flesh.

 

Each wave of pleasure built on the last so that the more he triggered me, the stronger the pleasure would feel. It had been a long erotic road to condition and train me so that I could achieve a hands free orgasm. One could even say it was frustrating at times!

 

But fuck was it ever worth it!

 

With a simple direct command, he could trigger a soft wave of pleasure regardless of where I was. With a phone call or even a special text, a wave of erotic bliss would be summoned out of nowhere and I would completely lose control of my composure. 

 

I could be busy at work or reading a book, it made no difference. If my mind knew it was safe to allow my trigger to activate, I would have no choice in the matter and pleasure would gradually overwhelm me.

 

There is something... Special... About suddenly being overtaken with pleasure an lust when your mind was doing something that couldn’t be remotely erotic. Which he made a point to do with me every chance he got. He never got enough of watching how effective and complete his control had grown over me. Truth be told, I felt the same…

 

He didn’t even need to be firm when he spoke my trigger. His mastery of my subconscious was so deeply embedded that a silky whisper was just as powerful as his commanding tone.

 

Maybe even more so...

 

“Edge for me.” he said softly, sending my pleasure even higher.

 

I was still trying to keep myself propped on my bed, but the last wave knocked out my will for composure and I let myself crash on the mattress below me. Even if this hypnotically induced pleasure had nothing to do with a physical sensation, my hand still found its way down between my thighs.

 

The hands free pleasure started off so simply when we began. Just a light buzz in my mind that made me horny. Which he used to delicious effect of course, but as he trained and conditioned me, the pleasure slowly grew to envelop my whole body. Beginning like small electric shivers along my skin that pooled in my loins, before growing into the full body experience it is today. 

 

Far from a release, it became a fun tool to get me in the mood to try all sorts of kinky sexual things. He would whip me up into such a state of lust that my body became a puppet for his carnal desires as it sought out true physical pleasure. It all served to further condition me to his triggers and I was all for it.

 

However, as we continued our hypnotic pleasure explorations, the pleasure he gave me physically while he trained me soon became obsolete as my mind learned to induce a purely hands free orgasm.

 

Which he also put to good use!

 

“Now my dear...” he whispered in my ear. “Any last words before you become a confused horny mess?”

 

Pleasure was already overwhelming me and he had only triggered me 3 times.

 

“Hhmm...” I moaned as the pleasure slowly subsided. “I still think… HHmmm… This won’t work... But I’m more than willing… Hmm Fuck… To let you try...”

 

He grinned.

 

“We’ll just have to wait and see then won’t we?” he said with a wink. “Edge for me.”

 

“OH FUCK!” I moaned as my eyes rolled up, trying to look in the back of my head.

 

I was losing track of my surroundings as the pleasure made me squirm on the  bed. Each new wave sent my mind reeling even as it focused on the joy of my primal arousal.

 

In that exact moment, I was pure carnal pleasure. My mind couldn’t register anything except the mind blowing wave of pleasure that pushed me to the very edge of release. 

 

My fingers, having a mind of their own, started to rub and press down on my clit, trying in vain to push me over the brink. But I knew, deep in the back of my mind, that their efforts were futile because, even if I had his cock going up inside me with my favorite vibrator on my clit, I would still not cross over into my sweet release.

 

That is how powerful his hypnotic lock is.

 

And I know because he had me try to break it. He had me masturbate, teasing me that he would do anything I wished in return if I broke his lock and came without his permission. I pleasured myself for hours, but nothing could break his hypnotic lock.

 

My mind was swimming in such delectable memories when I felt a tap on my forehead. 

 

“Drop for me.” he said. “Down, down, down... Sinking so perfectly into the warmth of my voice...”

 

I barely heard his words as my mind instantly focused on the tap on my forehead. He had used that focus point many times during our sessions and I always instinctively gravitated to it.

Combined with my trance trigger, my body immediately felt the pull of blissful relaxation and I felt the pleasure drain away, replaced by a familiar relaxing warmth spreading below my skin.

 

“Drop for me...” he whispered as he tapped on my forehead again. “Deeper and deeper you sink as your body completely releases any and all tensions...”

 

Like a hammer striking glass, I felt my conscious thoughts shatter and focus all at once. 

 

“Drop for me...” he said, but I barely registered it.

 

My mind was already deep.

 

Sinking fast into the bliss of trance and as always, my mind simply stopped consciously remembering what was happening as the euphoric darkness overtook me.

 

I basked in my own private hypnotic paradise as my lover took care of my subconscious mind. Caressed it… Soothed it… Programmed it for his pleasure…

 

I felt myself go deep and reveled in the mindlessness of it all.

 

“... Up and up... Wake up and edge for me.” I heard him say. 

 

“Wha... OH FUCK!” I moaned.

 

The darkness suddenly parted and I found myself back on the bed, barely hearing him wake me up when a powerful wave of arousal washed over me, completely pulling my mind back to the present.

As the pleasured almost released into a powerful and unexpected orgasm, I found myself whimpering, completely undecided and confused as I tried to decide if I preferred the depth of my trance or the torture of the edge.

 

“Edge for me.” he repeated even as I felt his hypnotic lock clamp down on my coming release.

 

“FUCK!” I moaned louder as I squirmed on the bed.

 

The new wave of carnal pleasure erupted and crashed against his lock with furious intent. Did he give me permission while I was in trance? No… I… I can’t bring myself over! But it feels like he did… 

Fuck… How the hell could I go from nothing to this?

 

“That’s it... Closer and closer to the edge... Right against my lock... Knowing you can’t break it...”

 

“Oh god...” I moaned. 

 

Not only was he going to use my trigger on me, but I realized he was going to tease me, effectively building on my triggered pleasure.

 

“Oh yes... Ppplease...” I whimpered through the waves and throbs. 

 

In my mind, I could see myself… My subconscious… Eagerly humping the lock trying desperately to orgasm against it. 

 

Knowing I couldn’t… 

 

“Edge for me.” he repeated, sending another powerful clench inside my pussy.

 

“HHUH!!” I moaned.

 

As if perfectly synched up with my clenches, he hit me with another intense wave of pleasure that made me feel like I was about to cum all over again. Humping be damned, I felt like he had just fucked me for an hour!

 

“Simply impossible to resist the pleasure...” he cooed. “And you don’t. Because it’s not your pleasure to resist in the first place. It’s my pleasure... Correct?”

 

“Fuck yes...” I moaned and whimpered. “All yours...”

 

“Edge for me.” he said.

 

“GAWD!” I moaned as the wave made my back arch in hopeless want.

 

My hips were bucking and searching for his cock even though I was fully dressed with my hand down my panties. I was wet as I had ever been and he hadn’t even touched me! 

 

The wave built on the last and grew hotter, making my pussy feel oh so empty and needy. My heart raced as pleasure seemed to manifest on my lips like something I could physically taste. 

 

“That’s it... Closer and closer... Helpless to control how I play with your pleasure...”

 

“Oh god... So helpless...” I whispered without really realizing.

 

“All... Mine...” he said as he caressed my cheek.

 

Instinct took over and I opened my mouth, hoping he would offer a finger for me to suck while he played with me. Through half closed eyes, I saw him smile and lift his other hand.

Oh fuck... Yes... I wanted to suck on something so bad... I wanted to show him just how needy and eager for his pleasure I was… His finger… His cock… Whatever… As long as I could pleasure him I didn’t care… 

 

But instead of offering his index to my greedy mouth...

 

“Edge for me...” he said, sending my pleasure into overdrive. “And DROP for me.”

 

He tapped my forehead on cue as the pleasure wave started to build, scattering my thoughts like dropped marbles. I tried to hold on to the fresh wave of arousal, but like any wave, it crashed and subsided back into the abyss.

 

Pulling my mind along with it.

 

“Drop for me.” he repeated and tapped. “Deeper and deeper...”

 

Suddenly, the energy and pleasure drained and vanished like smoke in a warm breeze. I was so desperate to keep myself on the edge, but nothing I did helped me grasp and maintain my pleasure.

It had slipped away as I sank back into the dark oblivion. My heart took a few moments to slow down, but almost immediately, my breathing went from ragged to steady as my muscles completely relaxed.

 

It was dizzying to be pulled away from the brink of orgasm like that. So dizzying that I felt myself sink 2 times deeper than before. I knew that he was talking to me, but my mind was already too far gone to register his soft words.

 

The welcoming bliss of trance felt so good. Better than the pleasure I had been soaked in moments before.

 

Or was it minutes? Hours?

 

My mind completely disconnected from the present as I floated, totally cocooned in soothing warmth. No thoughts or worries. Just perfect mindless bliss. The same bliss that got me hooked on hypnosis in the first place.

 

Sure the erotic play we engaged in was incredibly satisfying, but this... 

 

This hypnotic bliss was like no other pleasure. No other sensation. 

 

Even my complete bedroom submission didn’t feel this good because his trances placed my mind deep within my own private sub-space. A place where I could completely let go and truly relax.

 

Mindless in perfect submissive surrender… 

 

“... Up and up... Wake up and edge for me.” I heard him say.

 

The sweet darkness parted once more and I felt myself being almost jerked awake as a new wave of pleasure washed over me.

 

“hHHhmmm.... Fuck...” I whimpered as my mind struggled to rise out of trance.

 

Half my mind wanted to stay in trance while the other wanted to chase the fresh pleasure that was invading me. I barely had time to open my eyes before he assaulted me once more.

 

“Edge for me.” he cooed, face looming above me.

 

Making me realize that at some point, he had straddled me, pining me to the bed with his legs.

 

“HHHHMMMMM!!!” I moaned as the wave seemed to come out of nowhere.

 

So strong already... As if I hadn’t been in a trance at all... 

 

“That’s right... Closer and closer to the mindless edge of release...” he said. “Edge for me.”

 

My pleasure crested once more as scattered images of past orgasms flooded my mind. My eyes had trouble focusing, but as my eyes drifted down his chest, I could tell that he was now naked and sporting an impressive erection.

 

My mouth opened in response and I lifted my head in a vain attempt to taste him.

 

But a tap on my forehead sent me back to the mattress.

 

“Drop for me.” he said. “Sinking back down into trance...”

 

The motion of my head falling backwards never seemed to stop as the darkness welcomed me back into its hypnotic embrace. Like falling into a deep pool…

 

Pleasure frustratingly drained away as my thoughts quieted down and stayed on the surface of my consciousness. Floating… As if my conscious thoughts were oil. Viscous… Golden… Rich with pleasure and experience.

 

But oil can’t mix with water and immediately floats on the surface. Oil couldn’t sink down through the clear waters and follow me as I sank into trance.

 

Pleasure and consciousness... Waiting for me in full force once I would float back up from the depths. The imagery was striking and beautiful. I could feel my thoughts being sucked away and separated from me. Try as I might, I couldn’t hold on to either of them and just gave myself over to the dark depths.

So calm and peaceful under the waves…

 

“... Up and up... Wake up and edge for me.” I heard him say.

 

“Oh god wha... wha... AAAAAAHHHHmmmmm” I moaned, thoroughly confused. 

 

I went from complete hypnotic bliss to the very edge of an orgasm. My body was already dangerously near its climax while my mind was still trying to emerge from the hypnotic waters.

 

“You are doing so well... Edge for me.” he said. “And drop for me.”

 

The gentle tap on my forehead felt like a ton of bricks. 

 

“Sinking back down...” he said, but it was completely lost to me as the dark euphoria enveloped me once more. 

 

For a brief erotic instant, I thought I noticed that he wasn’t the only one that was naked, but as soon as I tried to focus on the memory, it slipped away in the depths of trance as my thoughts were soothed away.

 

I had experienced fractionation before and loved how deep it sent me. Not to mention how incredibly confused I felt when he awoke me.

 

But this felt...

 

Different.

 

I was sinking deeper and faster with each drop while my pleasure seemed to keep building on itself even as I dropped. I couldn’t make sense of it at all!

 

Not that I truly cared to figure it out at that moment.

 

“... Up and up... Wake up and edge for me.” I heard him say.

 

I was still in the deepest depths of my mind when my body felt like it was going through an intense orgasm, but as I finally wrenched my mind out of trance, I knew I hadn’t cum.

 

I was just being fingered!

 

“Edge for me.” he commanded and my body instantly obeyed with a fresh wave of pleasure.

 

His fingers worked pure magic to stoke the flames of my arousal physically while his voice skyrocketed my mental bliss.

 

“Oh fuck... I can’t... HHHHHMMMM FUCK!” I said as the need to cum started to overwhelm me. “Pppleassee…”

 

“Not yet my dear...” he said, still fingering me. “Edge for me. To the point where you will inevitably orgasm... Knowing you won’t.”

 

“FUUUCCCKKK!!” I screamed as I grabbed the mattress in the hopes to steady myself.

 

I couldn’t possibly be feeling this much pleasure. I was about to cum! This was too much! I never felt like this… Not even when I tried to break his hold on my orgasm. It was too much!

 

I needed to cum so bad...

 

Tap.

 

“Drop for me.” he said.

 

“Noo.......” I tried to say, but my voice trailed off into nothing as my body and mind completely shut off. 

 

If it were even possible, I went deeper than I ever had before. And that was saying something because we had explored a large variety of hypnotic deepeners and fun fractionation inductions.

Everything around me completely shut off as my body felt impossibly heavy with sleep.

 

But it was just a taste...

 

“... Up and up... Wake up and edge for me.” I heard him say.

 

“Hhmmmm No…” I moaned, deliriously wanting to stay in my blissful trance.

 

“Edge for me.” he said, making my body catch fire with pleasure.

 

But my pleasure was short-lived.

 

Tap.

 

“Drop for me...” he said while he continued to pleasure me.

 

Down I went... Or up?

 

I couldn’t say or care.

 

I was swimming between hypnotic bliss and intense sexual pleasure. At some point, he didn’t even seem to use his usual wake up routine. The overwhelming pleasure was pulling me out of trance, waking me up with intense confusion.

 

A wonderful and excruciating wake up...

 

Imagine sleeping soundly for 8 hours, only to wake up in the midst of a powerful orgasm.

 

THAT is how it felt to be pleasure fractionated. Only... I experienced it again and again...

 

Edged and dropped.

 

Dropped and edged.

 

I felt like a ping pong ball being hit by 2 skilled players. One was sweet hypnotic oblivion while the other was the promise of an earth shattering orgasm. By the time I became a drooling mess, I didn’t even know if I was awake or in a trance, I was just... Present.

 

Or rather, as present as my broken mind could allow. I just… Felt without thought while nothing and everything felt real. I was completely confused... Soaking wet as he obviously played with my mind and body. 

 

Did I get up and pose for him? 

 

Did he fuck me? 

 

Did I suck him off?

 

Did he make me cum or was that just my imagination?

 

Reality and fantasy got thoroughly blurred and I knew that at some point, one side would claim my mind. I tried to weather the dizzying storm to see who would finally win between the hypnotic bliss or the sexual pleasure.

 

It turns out both kind of did...

 

Or so I assume because I had this flash of him impaling me while his voice echoed my release trigger.

 

“Cum for me.” he whispered.

 

But I must have been in the very depths of trance because I wasn’t sure at all.

 

I just felt myself explode in ecstasy as liquid fiery pleasure coursed through my veins. The pleasure almost felt painful as the climax tore through me and took me away to a new place inside my mind.

 

A place of pure white... Of pure pleasure... 

 

Of pure erotic satisfaction high above the dark depths of trance.

 

Or was I simply made to imagine it?

 

Anything could be real and everything could be fake when he brought me that deep into his hypnotic control.  

 

Real or not however, once the white elation was done with me I dove back into dark oblivion. Like a final high dive, I fell into those welcoming waters and sank deeper than ever.

 

I drifted there for a long time... Or was it a moment? I couldn’t be sure because my mind had completely abandoned the reality around me. I felt... Perfect... Comfortable and satiated... Blissful and calm... Exhausted yet energized... 

 

I could have stayed there forever!

 

But gradually, I felt myself reconnect with my body, which felt incredibly sore for some reason.

 

“Welcome back.” I heard him say, making me smile. “How do you feel?”

 

I stretched, letting a small comfy moan escape my lips as I pondered his now routine post session question while my mind came back out of trance. 

 

“HHmmmmm...” I half moaned as I finished my stretch. “Glowy...”

 

“Glowy?” He asked, clearly surprised. “Well that’s a new one.”

 

“Well...” I said as I turned to face him. “This feels new so you get a new word for it.”

 

He chuckled.

 

“You and your made up words..." he said with a smile, kissing my hand. "Ok... Well describe how ‘glowy’ feels then.” 

 

“I feel...” I said, trying to pull my head out of the lingering drowsiness of trance. “Satiated... But on edge... I feel sleepy... Yet aroused... I feel like I could lie my head on your shoulder and sink into the deepest slumber... Or as if you could pull a single thread in my mind and I would unravel all over again...”

 

“Intense.” he commented. 

 

“Yeah...” I said with a smile. “I feel unmade... Yet complete... I feel like my whole skin is alive and sensitive... Like my mind is one word away from another deep trance while also one word away from jumping on top of you to fuck your brains out...”

 

I turned to look at him.

 

“I feel like my whole being is glowing...”

 

He smiled.

 

“Glowy it is then.” he said before he kissed me.

 

Our kiss deepened, but before things could heat up too much, he broke it off and looked at me.

 

“So...” he said. “Do you believe that fractionation and pleasure can be used together?”

 

I was tempted to deny everything and let my bratty self come out and play, but I thought better of it.

 

“I don’t know... I barely remember anything except the pleasure!” I said with a smile. “I guess you’ll just have to do it to me again so I can make up my mind...”

 

His smile made my pussy clench all over again.

 

“I’m sure we can arrange that.” he said.

 

“Soon I hope?” I asked breathlessly as our lips met once more.

 

I still wasn’t sure what the hell happened, but I knew that I wanted to experience it again.

 

And again...