I laid down heavily on my sofa, rubbing the bridge of my nose to massage away the tension that inevitably builds up at the end of a long day. Even as the mild waves of pain told me that a migraine might be inevitable, I still smiled as I replayed the hypnotic pleasure session I just completed with my submissive. Yet, as pleasurable as it had been for both of us, it still took its toll. I sighed heavily as I went through my usual post session checklist to make sure I had not forgotten anything important. It was a natural reflex for me and in truth, I didn’t know why I bothered. My Darling submissive was so well trained and experienced that any missteps I might have taken during her trance would be easily identified and addressed.

 

Be that as it may however, it wasn’t a good reason to slack off. So I pushed down the burgeoning pain and did my due diligence. 

 

“Sir…” I heard her say. “Are you alright?”

 

Once she was satisfied with her aftercare, she had decided to take a quick shower to wash away the sweat from her delectable body. I smiled as my thoughts drifted back to the hypnotic ecstasy she tried to reach with no avail. Training her to only cum on command had been a long and frustrating road because my Darling Sub was a pure unadulterated hedonist. Pleasure was her calling and we both enjoyed the fruits of that endless well of desire. However, that same desire made it difficult for her to follow my suggestions and block off her release. A minor issue that made her training sessions rather challenging, but since we both desired to better control her pleasure, we were quite dedicated to exploring what we could achieve. Our latest session was one such exploration, I had spent the last hour edging and dropping her whenever she got too close to an orgasm.

 

All in all, a very fulfilling session for me while being exquisitely frustrating for her.

 

I looked over at her and smiled when I saw that she had taken the time to dress up in one of her exquisite lingerie before joining me. Always aiming to please...

 

“I am Darling…” I said with a smile. “Just tired.”

 

She smiled and came to straddle me on the sofa.

 

“Well I have PLENTY of energy to spare thanks to you Sir!” she said with a smile. “Just say the word and I’ll be anything and everything you need to relax… Although... Maybe not a masseuse… I'm clearly not the best when it comes to massaging away your knots... But I think I’m definitely a talented shaft worshiper!”

 

We both laughed as she bent down to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I looked at her sparkling eyes and knew that she was right. With a simple trigger, she would be mindless once more, but this time, focused solely on my pleasure instead of her own. Other special words would make her my frozen little puppet to inspect and pose for my enjoyment. Which, I thought with a smile, I did often enough after her quick showers. Our relationship had evolved to such wonderful and erotic heights that I knew I could use any number of her triggers and unless she truly wasn’t in the mood to play, her conditioning would take over and she would become my perfect plaything.

 

She could be so many things for me and all I had to do was state my desire for her to be exactly what I required of her.

 

But as I sat there, looking in her deep sparkling eyes, I desired something else entirely. Something I rarely required of her but deeply appreciated.

 

“Well my Darling…” I said softly. “Tonight, I want my submissive Hypnotist to take me to the depth of her tender care. Do you think you have enough energy for that?”

 

She bit her lower lip as she smiled.

 

“I’m always delighted to serve your needs and desires.” she said with a smile.

 

I chuckled.

 

“Not what I asked…” I said. “But fair enough.”

 

“So what would my exhausted Dom like to experience tonight?” she said, searching my eyes for the answers.

 

The one thing that made our hypnotic relationship so powerful was trust. She trusted me and I trusted her. Completely. Without reservation or worries. We had explored each other and gradually embraced everything that was hidden away in our partners mind. It created a flourishing rapport that bloomed into intense and incredible experiences.

 

“Tonight my Darling…” I said. “I want to bask in all the attention and care you feel for me. I want to forget about everything around us and focus on the gentle sound of your voice. I want to completely be subsumed in your hypnotic embrace. I want to leave it all behind and surrender my mind to your care.”

 

“My my…” she said with a soft smile. “Seems my Dom is truly in need of some tender love and care…”

 

“I am my Darling…” I said. “It feels so nice to let it all go and just… Feel…”

 

“Doesn’t it?” she said with a wink. “I know exactly what you mean.”

 

I chuckled.

 

“You certainly do my Darling.” I said.

 

“So…” she said as she laid on my chest and kissed my forehead. “Tell me what you desire to experience… Once you are deep within the silky thrall of my voice…”

 

I smiled as I heard the subtle shift in her voice.

 

“I want to leave all my control before the threshold…” I whispered as I felt her fingers play in my hair. “I want to relinquish my thoughts and just feel…”

 

“It feels so nice when you do that for me…” she cooed. “And you do it so well... Making it look so effortless my Love… But I know all too well how much thought and work you put into every single one of my trances… It can feel so exhausting to think and plan all those wonderful experiences... Doesn't it?”

 

"For you Darling... Never..." I whispered.

 

"You are so wonderful... So clever and strong..." she said, letting her voice sink down a little further. "So commanding of your desires... I always yield so naturally to your powerful will..."

 

I took a deep breath and relaxed as her fingers kept tenderly massaging my head. Her voice got even lower as I felt the familiar pathways to trance reveal themselves inside my mind. All I had to do now was to take that first step and allow my submissive hypnotist to do the rest. Therefore satisfying my desire for deep hypnotic peace.

 

“Tell me Love…” she said softly. “Tell me what you want…”

 

“I want…” I said as the hypnotist in me noticed the soft quality in my own voice. “I want to sink into my submissive’s care…”

 

“Of course you do Love…” she said, looking deep into my eyes. "Because you know the depth of my affection... The potency of my care... Now tell me what else you require of me..."

 

I idly thought about the slow rhythm with which her fingers stroked my hair and part of my mind noted that my breathing had effortlessly synched up, relaxing me further.

 

"I want..." I whispered. "To fully relax... I want you to seduce away all my sprouting thoughts... All my ideas and worries... I want you to hush them away... And... Put them to sleep... So..."

 

"So you can rest..." she finished. "You want to escape the tumultuous storm of your thoughts... Of your worries... Of your ideas... You seek solace and peace..."

 

"Yes..." was all I could say as my body eased into her voice.

 

This was certainly not the first time she had tranced me, nor would it be the last. Her skills as a hypnotist were nothing short of stunning. She had dove into hypnosis as a way to escape her own tumultuous thoughts and discovered a true passion for the craft. Much like myself, she hungered for it. Our discussions on different techniques and inductions is what brought us together. Our love for the kink is what attracted us to each other and before long, talks of sessions became hopes for shared experiences.

 

At heart, she was true submissive, which surprised me at first. For how can a submissive take control and lead a hypnotic induction? My preconceptions about what a hypnotist should be weren't wrong, they were simply incomplete. Her style was not to dominate or belittle, it was to serve.

 

She longed to please and had developed her hypnotic skills to offer her subjects powerful experiences within the safety of her care. She loved to experience hypnosis and got a deep thrill of joy and pleasure when she was able to show others how amazing it felt. She didn't get off on the control...

 

She got off on her ability to please her subjects, through hypnosis.

 

I had often thought that I would never be able to experience what I offered to my subjects. The times that I had experimented as a subject left me convinced that I could never truly let go and thus, never go beyond simple guided meditation.

 

That is... Until my Darling offered me to experience her style.

 

To be honest, the first time she applied her skills to my mind, I was too curious and intrigued to fully engage, but she was infinitely patient and eventually, my curiosity led me to engage with her induction. The session had been light, yet I was amazed at how deep she had gotten me. For the first time, I had felt my mind truly turn off and I relished it.

 

"You want me to be your safe harbor..." she said, still stroking my hair. "A haven of peace and solace..."

 

"Yes..." I said. "I want... To let go... Be confused... Follow your light... I want..."

 

"You want to drop and sink..." she said softly, yet firmly.

 

I felt my eyes flutter as a familiar wave washed over my thoughts, reminding me of the bliss I had already felt in her care.

 

"I know all about your wants... Your desires..." she said. "And I feel your need for peace... You want to ease into my embrace, don't you?"

 

"Yes..." I whispered.

 

"You want to feel the pleasure of my care..." she said slowly. "Don't you?"

 

"Yes..." I said.

 

A very dim part of my mind recognized the approach, but I dismissed it and applied my mind to focus on the drowsy bliss that was creeping over my mind.

 

"You want to focus on nothing else but my voice..." she said. "Don't you?

 

"Yes..." I said, thinking less and less.

 

"You want to feel my silky voice and not truly listen to the words I speak..." she said. "Don't you?"

 

"Y..e...s..." I said.

 

"You want to drop and sink with every slow breath you take..." she said. "Don't you?"

 

"Y...e...." I barely whispered as my eyes fluttered again and I lost all focus as my eyelids stayed half closed.

 

"You want to feel my embrace... Bask in my tenderness... Soak in my praise... You want to FEEL instead of thinking..." she said. "Don't you?"

 

"Y..." I thought I said, but the effort seemed wasted.

 

She knew everything I wanted and the energy it took to physically confirm it was useless. 

 

"I know you do Love..." she said. "You want to drop and sink into my velvety voice... You want your devoted submissive to please you... Heal you... Pleasure you..."

 

I softly grunted in approval without thinking about the specific words. I simply wanted everything my submissive could offer me.

 

"You want to drop... and sink..." she said in time with her strokes. "To let go and allow me to please you... Allow me to satisfy you... You want to drop and sink for me..."

 

I barely registered that one of her hands had stopped her gentle stroking as she talked.

 

"Just let yourself ease into my silky voice and..." she said. "SINK."

 

Part of me knew exactly what was coming, but my deep trust in her allowed me to give myself permission and embrace it. Her finger tapped my forehead once in time with her command and I felt my eyes shut.

 

"Yes my love... Your mind already knows the way..." she cooed. "SINK." (tap)

 

I dropped a little more and was barely aware of the technique she used to deepen my trance. All I knew was that I was finally into my own blissful oblivion while my submissive guided me to peace and pleasure.

 

I offered all of my talents and dominance to my sub and in return, she offered me her submission. But more than that, she offered to be the sanctuary for my mind.

 

She became the only trusted harbor in the tumultuous sea of my subconscious.