Understanding Different Dynamics
by The Traveling Master
“What’s the matter Emma?” he asked. “You look perplexed by something.”
“It’s nothing really…” I answered. “I’m just having a little trouble with something is all…”
“Trouble huh?” he said. “What are you having trouble with?”
“Well huh…” I said, feeling my cheeks burn a little. “It’s a bit silly… But… I’m having trouble finding the right words… To huh… You know… Describe what you are to me…”
“Is that all?” he said, chuckling. “Why are you having so much trouble with that?”
“Ok… So… Huh… We’re friends… Right?” I said.
“Of course we are!” he said, smiling. “I’d even go so far as to say we are VERY good friends.”
“I totally agree with you there!” I said, smiling warmly. “But… That’s my point, you know? It feels like we are MORE than that…”
“Are we?” he asked, slightly perplexed.
“Come on…” I said, holding back a giggle. “With what we’ve been up to these last few weeks, can you really not see that our friendship has become a lot more than very good friends?”
For a moment, he didn’t seem to understand at all what I was referring to, but thankfully, I finally saw the lightbulb go off in his deep blue eyes.
“Oh you mean the hypnosis play we’ve been indulging in… Right?” he asked.
“What else could I possibly mean?” I countered, holding back a giggle.
“My bad…” he said, chuckling at himself. “I guess we have been exploring more and more lately… I mean… When we first started, I could barely make your body LOCK UP.”
As soon as I heard the trigger, I felt my whole body stiffen as a warm shiver of erotic delight washed over my skin. My hand froze in the process of moving up to brush away my free mane from my face, which found itself scrunched up and paralyzed in a thoughtful expression. He was right, when we first began to explore what hypnosis could do, I wasn’t that adept a subject and although I could feel the suggestions take hold, they weren’t very effective. To my delight however, we discovered that our repeated attempts helped me become a much better hypnotic subject.
The realization pushed us to try more and more until one day, we realized that almost all of his post hypnotic suggestions were 100% effective. Case in point, I couldn't move a muscle even if I tried my best to resist.
“Now it responds so eagerly…” he said after admiring my frozen state for a few moments. “If that is what you are referring to… Then I don’t see how that would make our friendship, quote unquote, more. Oh and… You can UNLOCK now…”
I felt my body relax, allowing me to shake off the sudden wave of arousal.
“No, that’s not what I’m referring to…” I said, gathering my thoughts. “Well… It’s technically not… But it’s certainly a part of it…”
“You lost me…” he said.
“Ok ok…” I said, taking a deep breath. “What I mean to say is that our hypnotic explorations now include things that make our friendship… Confusing…”
“Confusing? I don’t follow…” he said, clearly surprised. “What things are you talking about?”
Why was it so hard to put into words? Not that I minded all that much… I kind of loved how hypnosis could simplify my mind and clean out all my worries and anxieties. But on occasion, it did make my thoughts hard to clarify. Especially between trances!
“I guess…” I said, trying to remember how he called it when we first started. “I’m referring to… Huh… You know… The kinky stuff… I… Forget what you called it…”
“OH!” he exclaimed. “You mean the erotic triggers we’ve been exploring… Like the SENSITIVE BUTTONS one?”
I almost moaned as I felt the trigger take hold, making my nipples pop out as I became vividly aware of how sensitive they felt against the fabric of my top.
“Yes…” I said, trying not to sound breathless. “That’s… That’s what I’m talking about…”
“It’s called erotic hypnosis…” he said.
“Yes… Exactly…” I said, trying not to move too much so my nipples wouldn’t rub. “Don’t you think… Hhmm… That our erotic explorations make us more than just friends?”
“HHmm… You make a valid point…” he said thoughtfully. “DOUBLE SENSITIVITY.”
“OH!!!” I gasped as my nipples suddenly felt double the pleasure.
“My my…” he said, clearly holding back a chuckle. “Looks like that top is getting rather uncomfortable… Almost like it’s an UNBEARABLE TOP TO WEAR.”
Before I even registered what he was saying, my whole torso began to crawl with the most unbearable sensation imaginable. My hands instantly grabbed the bottom of my top and in one fluid motion, I pulled it up over my head, revealing the fact that I hadn’t worn a bra. The moment I dropped my top on the floor, an intense wave of relief washed over me as I looked up at him.
“So… If I follow your train of thought…” he continued. “Are you saying that you feel we are more than friends?”
“I… I think I am…” I said, looking down at my exposed tits. “I mean… Come on… All you did was trigger me and I just went topless for you without a second thought! You have to admit that it makes us closer than regular friends… Even VERY good friends… Unless you think I’m some kind of exhibitionist slut that shows off her tits to all her friends?”
“No… I don’t think you do that at all…” he said winking. “But I get your point. It does seem to make us more than friends. PUPPET HANDS pleasure your nipples.”
I barely had time to blink before my hands went up of their own accord and grasped my sensitive nipples, making me moan as they began to pinch and play with my protruding mamilla.
“Damn it Felix!” I exclaimed. “Come on… I… Hhhhmmm… I’m trying to be… Serious…”
“If that’s true… Then simply stop pleasuring yourself.” he said, winking.
“You KNOW I can’t!” I said, half moaning. “Pp… PLeasEee…”
“Ok… I guess I can be merciful…” he said, chuckling. “HALF SENSITIVITY.”
And just like that, the pleasure my relentless fingers were giving me dropped to levels I could easily endure.
“Thanks…” I said, trying not to sigh in relief. “But you also could have just stopped me…”
“Why? I love watching you play with your tits…” he said.
“Don’t I know it…” I said, smiling hotly as another spike of pleasure erupted down my spine. “Which is also my point… We’ve done a lot more… Huh… Intimate things… Things I huh… Don’t normally do… With friends… Even VERY good friends…”
“I won’t deny that I’ve had my fair share of delectably erotic shows…” he said, smiling. “Shows I’m well aware you wouldn’t give to anyone but me right now…”
“HHmm… Exactly…” I said, enjoying the feel of my hands. “So… You agree… We’re more than friends…”
“Sure…” he said. “But it’s not like we are going out or anything… So… If we aren’t dating… That means that I’m more than your friend, but not really your boyfriend either… Right?”
“HHmm… Yes… I… I can’t say we are dating…” I said, feeling the heat between my legs steadily grow. “I mean… Hhmm… Outside of our play sessions… We don’t do much together… I mean… Only the 2 of us at least…”
“Yeah… PUPPET RIGHT HAND pleasures your clit.” he said. “Of course we could… I certainly wouldn’t mind… But I feel like we enjoy our playtime too much to actually find something else to do together… You know?”
My right hand released my aching nipple of its own volition and snaked down my belly, easily finding its way inside my skirt and panties to reach my throbbing clit.
“OOHHH!” I moaned. “God Felix… No fair…”
“No fair? Might I remind you that you’re the one that told me it would be hot if I could puppet your limbs however I want…” he said, smiling wickedly. “All you have to do is say your safeword and your limbs will be back under your control…”
“I KNOW!” I said, a little too forcefully.
He watched me squirm and as much as I wanted to finish our conversation, I couldn’t bring myself to utter my safeword and break his hold on my limbs. It felt too damn arousing to feel my own body ignore my own thoughts in favor of his hypnotic triggers.
“So back to your question…” he finally said after admiring my helpless masturbation. “You are looking to better define what I am to you, right?” he said and I nodded. “Well… The only thing that comes to mind if you take into account what we’ve been up to so far… Excluding the concepts of friend and boyfriend… Then… The only thing left that I could think of is that it would make us friends with benefits, right?”
“Friends with benefits?” I said, frowning. “Really? I don’t know…”
“Not convinced?” he asked. “Well maybe you’d be able to think about it more clearly if you weren’t adorned with such an UNBEARABLE OUTFIT TO WEAR.”
“Oh god…” I said as I felt the trigger take hold.
As much pleasure as my fingers were giving me, my skin still crawled with utter revulsion around my waist as the feel of my panties and skirt became literally unbearable. The effect became 100 times worse when I realized that I couldn’t act on my revulsion and remove the disgusting apparel because both my arms stubbornly ignored me while they were being hypnotically puppeteered. I just couldn’t stop pleasuring my nipple and clit! The mix of pleasure and revulsion grew and grew until finally, the revulsion crawling up my skin finally reached my arms, making them waver in their task. The feeling was so excruciating in a weirdly pleasurable way!
Thankfully though, once my fingers started to itch with that same enveloping revulsion, it trumped my compulsion long enough for me to push down both articles of clothing to the floor. I was barely done pushing them down before my hands resumed their previous command, so I had to rely on my legs to finish removing the offending clothes.
An immense wave of relief washed over me, allowing me to thoroughly enjoy my fingers once more as I stood completely naked before him.
“So Emma…” he continued, clearly enjoying my helplessness. “Looking at you now… I think it’s safe to say you are enjoying quite a few ‘benefits’ from our hypnotic explorations. Unless I’m misunderstanding your refusal to say your safeword right now…”
“Oh there’s clearly no… HHHmmm… Misunderstanding…” I said, feeling more than a little flushed. “Our explorations… Hhmm… Bring me LOTS of benefits…”
“I would tend to agree… Especially since I can now make you experience a pleasure LOOP and orgasm LOCK UP before I impose another body LOCK UP.” he said, stepping forward.
I wanted to protest, but I felt my body seize up at the command, which left me unable to utter a sound. I watched him, completely helpless to resist as he casually gripped my right wrist and pulled it away from my now dripping pussy. Only… I could still feel my fingers rubbing away on my clit, which made me moan even though my mouth was closed.
I still remember how impossible I thought it was when he first proposed this particular trigger. Not that I doubted him because up until that point, it was more than a little obvious that his hypnotic suggestions could work wonders, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe that he could trick my mind into thinking I was being pleasured. As he lifted my arm and placed it behind my head, I could only mentally squirm in utter sexual excitement as I continued to feel my own phantom fingers play with my pleasure button.
“If I remember correctly…” he said, casually grabbing my left wrist to pull it up behind my head. “You said that this particular benefit was… How did you put it? Out of this world? No… My apologies… You said that when I also added a PLEASURE WAVE.”
I moaned even louder as a powerful wave of sexual pleasure crashed through my body and would have brought me to a sundering climax had it not been for the fact that my orgasm was locked away!
“Music to my ears…” he said as he walked around my helpless form. “Which you’ll no doubt agree is one of MY benefits in our hypnotic explorations… Although… Not the very best one I’ve had the privilege to enjoy… Wouldn’t you agree?”
I could only moan in response as I felt his hands softly caress my lower back.
“Oh right…Silly me…” he said, chuckling. “You can’t answer unless I UNLOCK your speech.”
“FUCK!” I exclaimed as I felt my jaw loosen. “You… HHmmm… You’re not playing very fair you know!”
“I know…” he said, stepping squarely behind me. “But since you haven’t freed yourself yet… I’m assuming you’re enjoying yourself regardless… Correct?”
“I’m… Hhhmm… Hard pressed to deny it…” I said, feeling my cheeks burn with a mix of humiliation and excitement.
“Indeed…” he said. “Now… Coming back to the topic of my own benefits in this friendship of ours… Witnessing your desperate moans of pleasure is so delicious for me… I can rarely get enough… Especially when your entire body has such VELVETY SKIN…”
“Oh God…” I moaned as the trigger took hold, making his touch feel silky and doubly pleasurable.
My body was still stubbornly frozen in place as my awareness shrank down to the feel of his impossibly smooth hands on my waist. His thumbs made gentle circles right below my kidneys for a delectable moment before he caressed up my sides, sending renewed pleasure between my legs.
I couldn’t tell you exactly when I discovered I had a kink for it, but being unable to move a muscle to prevent his exploring touch was an experience that never failed to make me drip with need. The feeling of being made so helpless in his hands through nothing more than his words was an aphrodisiac I couldn’t resist or deny. For some reason, it felt so much better than being physically tied down…
“Not to mention the obvious…” he whispered in my ear. “But really… Any guy that is allowed to enjoy the feel of your impressive rack would categorize it as a pretty sweet benefit. I huh…” he said, chuckling softly. “I AM allowed to enjoy your tits… Correct?”
Exactly on cue, I felt his hands caress up my sides, moving forward until they cupped and squeezed my generous tits.
“Ffffucckk…. Yesss….” I moaned, reveling in the feeling of velvety soft gloves encompassing my breasts.
His hands squeezed and massaged my aching tits expertly, which combined with the sensation of my own phantom fingers on my clit and nipple to send my pleasure even higher.
Even as my mind swam in arousal, I could still remember how gradual the slope of our exploration was. We didn’t jump straight into erotic nakedness, instead, we began by playing around with a trigger idea we saw online about being made to feel pleasure while someone was shaking my hand. I was already mildly aroused by the whole hypnosis experience, so I wanted to experience a little more even if we weren’t dating.
Little by little… Trance after trance… The pleasure worked to make me more and more comfortable, which played right into my natural tendency to show off my body until one fateful evening, I dared him to try and hypnotically undress me. I still remember thinking that it was only fair to give him a little show since he was making me feel so incredible…
He was such a gentleman about the whole experience… His attitude, outside of our sessions, didn’t change at all even if he watched me cum for him while being utterly naked. It was like nothing special had even happened! And since I was too curious to stop exploring, I was thankful we could remain comfortable enough as friends to dive deeper into what erotic hypnosis could do.
His professional attitude also allowed me to separate what we did as subject and hypnotist from our friendship. Which I won’t lie, was a certifiable godsend when we explored orgasm play. It’s like we travel to a whole different world whenever we come together for our sessions. I think that’s the main reason why I was so comfortable when his triggers began to include more intimate interactions.
Case in point…
“You know… As much as I enjoy them… I believe this is a benefit we share because as far as I can tell, you enjoy my hands on your tits as much as I enjoy it…” he said, emphasizing his comment by squeezing them a little harder. “Or am I wrong?”
“HHmm… You aren’t wrong…” I moaned. “HHmm… Especially when… They feel so damn good…”
“And… HHmm… Are my hands the only part of me allowed to enjoy you?” he asked as he subtly used his grip on my breasts to angle me back, making my naked ass smash against his crotch.
Which, unsurprisingly, was oh so hard…
“HHmm… Oh Fuck… Nnn… No…” I moaned, wishing I could grind against his shaft.
“Is that right?” he said, clearly amused. “Remind me what part of me can enjoy you…”
“Yo… Your cock! HHmmm…” I moaned, feeling it flex in the confines of my ass.
“And if my memory isn’t deceiving me…” he said, rotating his hips forward a little. “You enjoy that too… Correct?”
“Oh yess… HHmm… Fuck… I do…” I moaned.
Although fucking had been a recent addition to our hypnotic exploration, the knowledge that it was an eventuality came to me early on after the first time he used my triggers to edge me for almost the whole evening. The comfort level between us had grown so much that even if I had no inclination to pursue him romantically, I knew that I wouldn’t mind it at all if he wanted to fuck me. In fact, I actively thought it would only be right for him to enjoy himself as much as I did.
To me, it didn’t mean anything more than that and it felt just like our hypnotic sessions. I knew that if we fucked, it would also feel completely separate from our friendship because we both understood that if he fucked me it wouldn’t change anything between us.
And a few weeks later, when I finally told him that he was more than welcome to fuck me so we could both enjoy a release, I was proven right because the next day, it was as if it never happened.
“So… We agree that we both share wonderful erotic benefits…” he said, still massaging my tits as he grinded into my ass. “And we are still good friends, aren’t we? So why do I get the feeling that you aren’t convinced it makes us friends with benefits? Isn’t enjoying sexual benefits the whole definition of friends with benefits?”
“HHmm… Sure…” I said, trying hard to think through the mounting pleasure. “But… God… HHmm… I… I don’t feel like… It’s adequate…”
“Really?” he said, releasing my tits so his hands could caress down to my hips again. “Well I’ll agree that what we enjoy isn’t what you would call a typical friends with benefits situation…”
“Right?” I said, half frustrated and half relieved he stopped massaging my chest. “I mean… F… Friends with benefits… To me… Means we enjoy fucking… Once in a while… But… HHmm… Seems to me… For us… It doesn’t quite… Hhmm Fuck… Capture our… DIfferent dynamics…”
“Different dynamics… I like how that sounds…” he said thoughtfully, letting his hands caress down until he had both my ass cheeks in his palms. “Maybe the key to your troubled thoughts is in trying to find a way to describe both dynamics with the same expression… Or… I could be wrong and what would really help your troubled thoughts is if I simply LOCKED UP your mind…”
The trigger registered and just like flipping a switch, I felt my awareness go out. I still felt the phantom pleasure as well as his wonderful hands on my skin, but it didn’t ignite any thoughts or sense of anticipation. It was just a sensation my body was registering. My mind was completely blank and devoid of thought.
“PLEASURE WAVE…” he whispered into my ear as he squeezed my ass.
The words sank down into the void of my mind and released the trigger that held me, but the act itself did nothing to stimulate my thoughts. It was just something else that happened. I was utterly unable to react to it and so, even if my body experienced a delectable rush of pure sexual pleasure, I stayed perfectly still as the fire raged inside me.
I felt him move his right hand along my skin and up my back. He applied gentle pressure and since I had no thoughts or opinions, my body didn’t resist and allowed the pressure at my back to bend me down. He stopped before I was too far down to keep my balance, but as his left hand soon proved, it was far enough for him to slip his hand between my legs, allowing him easy access to my soaked lips.
His fingers explored my moistness for a few moments before I felt his slick middle finger reach my engorged clit. I was already feeling my own phantom fingers pleasuring me and if I wasn’t completely mindless, the added physical stimulation would have sent me screaming as the edge of my release grew hotter and hotter.
And if that wasn’t enough…
I felt his thumb slip inside my pussy, expertly finding the spongy pad that made up my G-Spot.
“So how about it?” he whispered as he applied exquisite pressure on both spots. “Which do you think would most help your troubled thoughts?”
His words registered, but my mind couldn’t process them beyond understanding their meaning. I couldn’t answer his question anymore than I could have moved of my own free will. All I could do was stand there, slightly bend forward as the inferno of pleasure his fingers and triggers ignited inside my body raged on without release.
“HHmmm… I guess you can’t really answer me while you are like this…” he said. “What to do… On the one hand… I want to soothe you as much as I can… But on the other hand… Our conversation truly intrigues me… Maybe you should just release yourself and tell me… What do you think?”
His words reached in, pulling up from the depths the safe word I knew all too well. With it, I felt my thoughts wash over me, analyzing my situation and feelings to allow me to judge for myself if I wished to speak the only word I could always say, regardless of the triggers I was under.
The wave passed and no desire to utter it pulled me out of my mindless torture so the word slowly sank back down into the depths of my mind, leaving me to bask in the impossible pleasure my body was experiencing.
“Leaving it to me huh?” he said. “Well… It’s no surprise really… We both know how much you love surrendering the reins to your mind and body to me…”
He continued to doubly pleasure my 2 most sensitive spots while his right hand gently caressed my back and sides. The velvety feel of his touch made both hands feel so much better than they normally would, which made my body feel like a pleasure pressure cooker. More and more… The erotic sensations climbed higher and hotter as my mind stayed perfectly oblivious to it all.
“Which is far from what our regular friendship is like…” he said. “I think that’s why I feel like ‘different dynamics’ is so appropriate…”
He massaged my pleasure points for a few more strokes before he gently slipped out. My ears registered the sounds of suckling, but my mind couldn’t be bothered to understand what it meant.
“Delicious…” he said as the sounds slowly stopped. “Well Emma… Maybe a little mindless bliss isn’t exactly what you need to work through this conundrum. So why don’t you be a good subject and allow your mind to UNLOCK.”
“HHHHHHHMMMMM…” I moaned suddenly as the rush of thoughts and pleasure cascaded through my awareness. “FUCK!”
I almost came as my mind was finally allowed to register the deep pleasure he had forced upon my body.
“HHmmm… Cheater!” I said, trying to get my edging pleasure under control.
He chuckled.
“What can I say?” he said. “I can never get enough of playing with you and watching the alluring results…”
“Fuck…” I whispered. “How… How can I focus on anything when… When you pleasure me like that?”
“Oh? Here I thought I was giving you what you wanted…” he said. “Ah well… Maybe I should drain it all away then so you can focus properly…”
“NO!” I said a little too loudly. “Don’t huh… HHmm… Don’t be rash now…”
“What’s that?” he said, chuckling. “You don’t want me to take away your pleasure then?”
“N… No… Please don’t…” I said, wishing my body wasn’t still locked up so I could freely squirm or even touch myself.
“HHmm…” he said thoughtfully. “Tell me Emma… Do you feel like you have any control over that choice right now?”
“HHmm… Obviously not…” I said, moaning a little. “My… My only… Real choice… Is to tap out and say my safe word…”
“So why don’t you?” he said and even if I couldn’t see him behind me, I knew he was smiling.
“You… HHmmm… You know why…” I said, feeling my cheeks burn.
“I certainly do…” he said as he hands caressed up my sides again. “You get off on being my little hypnotic plaything… Even when I deny you… Isn’t that right?”
“Fuck yes…” I moaned.
His hands moved forward, cupping my aching breasts once more so he could pull me up straight and hold me against his chest.
“Let’s come back to our current problem…” he said. “If I’m not mistaken… Our hypnotic explorations allowed you to experience things that are … More profound… Then your average hook up… Correct?”
“Fuck yeeesss…” I said, briefly recalling the pleasure he put me through mere moments ago.
“THAT’S why you don’t feel like the expression ‘friends with benefits’ applies to us…” he said, lightly kissing my neck. “Correct?”
“HHmmm…” I simply moaned as I nodded.
“Then let’s see if we can find something better…” he said. “I think you were on the right track when you said we had different dynamics… Since they are so different, it makes sense to define them separately… The first is easy because we both know what we are to each other outside of our hypnotic session and that makes us friends. Correct?”
“Right…” I said, trying hard to focus.
“So really…” he said. “All that is left is to define our dynamic within these erotic sessions… Does that make sense to you?”
“Yeeesss…” I said, licking my lips as if I could physically taste the phantom pleasure my body was still experiencing.
“Great…” he said, hugging me a little closer. “Now what could that dynamic be… Saying that we are a simple hypnotist and his subject seems… A bit lacking… Don’t you agree?”
“I… HHmm… I do…” I said.
“So more than that… Yet… Still the same dynamic…” he said, switching his massage to play with my aching nipples. “Would you say that’s correct?”
“Definitely…” I agreed, feeling new spikes of pleasure at his light pinching.
“And can you tell me WHAT that dynamic is exactly?” he asked, pinching a little harder, which sent sparks through my already cloudy thoughts.
“A… HHmm… A Hypnotist… Guides… And a subject… HHmmm… Follows…” I said, trying to remember how he described it when we first began.
“That’s right…” he said. “But… If the pair push things further and move away from simpler experiences so they can start to have fun with it. You could also say that a subject surrenders to the hypnotist’s lead so they can experience incredible things. Would you say that feels like it’s correct?”
“Oh yes…” I said, feeling a fresh spike of pleasure. “HHmm… That feels sooo right…”
“In fact… If their hypnotic explorations start to include the control of the subject’s sexual pleasure…” he said, resuming his soft breast massage. “Wouldn’t it be accurate to say that the subject submits their mind and body to the hypnotist?”
“That’s… HHhhmm… Definitely accurate…” I agreed. “I totally submitted myself like that to you…”
“HHmmm… Indeed you did…” he said, massaging my tits a little harder. “Even if you can tap out and nullify my control. You let me enjoy your trances and triggered pleasure play. And… If that wasn’t enough, you allow my hands and cock enjoy every inch of your stunning body… Don’t you?”
“OOOohhh Yess…” I moaned. “You… HHmmm… Can definitely enjoy me… HHHHHMmm… Completely…”
“Unless it’s to tap out…” he said. “You’ve surrendered your ability to choose how I play and enjoy you within your personal limits… Isn’t that right?”
“Fuck…” I moaned as I felt like I was about to cum. “YYyyeeeesss…”
“Such wonderful and open limits too…” he said, nibbling my ear. “I have so much room to be creative and enjoy you… Isn’t that right Emma?”
“Fuck yes…” I moaned, wishing he hadn’t locked up my orgasms, but savoring that he did.
“It’s evolved into such a satisfying dynamic…” he said, switching back to teasing my nipples. “But then again, we are hardly the first 2 people to enjoy ourselves like this. I’m sure others explore this type of dynamic all the time.If you truly think about it, I’m confident you know of a similar dynamic. Something that feels just as right as surrendering your mind and body to me for our sessions…”
It was so hard to think through the multiple edges of pleasures I was feeling, but somehow, I managed to hold onto our conversation. A small part of my brain was able to follow along and finally piece together what he was describing. The way he guided me to it was so simple that it made me feel like an idiot for not thinking about it sooner!
“I… I think I know… OOOHH…” I finally said, moaning as the answer sent pleasure through my veins.
“Is that right?” he said, switching back to massaging my tits. “Tell me then… How could we classify our hypnotic dynamic?”
“Well I… HHmmm…” I said, swallowing hard to try and push down the pleasure. “I submit to you… Completely… OOHhh… And… You guide me… Lead me… HHMMMMmmm… Control me…”
“So far so good…” he said. “That’s all true.”
“So really… Hhmm… For our sessions…” I said, feeling another powerful spike of pleasure at the thought emerging from my mind. “You… You dominate me…”
“Aaahhh…” he said, squeezing my tits hard. “That is very true my little helpless thrall… Which would mean that during our sessions you are…”
“You’re… Submissive… OOOHHHHHH!!!!” I said, feeling a wave of pleasure so powerful it was actually painful when it didn’t explode into an orgasm.
“I don’t know about you… But I feel like we found something a lot more appropriate than ‘friends with benefits’ to classify our… Private… Dynamic… ” he said, kissing my neck. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“HHHMMM… Fuck… Yess…” I said, panting.
“Hmm… Since I dominate you…” he said, smiling against the skin of my neck. “It’s only logical that I am your Dom… Correct?”
“Oh yes! You… HHmmm… You are definitely my Dom…” I said, feeling another wave threaten to break the hypnotic block preventing my release.
And with it, a new sense of deep understanding washed over me as I finally understood the dynamic we were both nurturing with each session we played together. Somehow, it felt so good to finally understand what our frivolous explorations had led us to. It was suddenly so clear to me… I had submitted a little more of myself with each incredible experience and as such, I hadn’t noticed how submissive I had truly become.
The slope of it all was so gentle… So perfect…
“Definitely huh?” he said, chuckling softly. “Well if that’s the case, maybe I should play around in your mind and erase my name… Replace it with something a little more… Appropriate…”
“Wait… HHmm… What?” I asked, not really understanding what he was saying.
He brought his right hand up, releasing my tit as he reached to place his finger on my forehead. I was helpless to prevent it, my whole universe shrank and focused on the single point he was touching on my head.
“Sleep…” he whispered in my ear as he traced down my forehead, closing the curtain on my awareness as my head instantly dropped down, sending me into trance.
It always fascinated me when he did that to me. As much pleasure as I could be experiencing… As distracted as I could be with other things… If we were in a ‘session’ and I felt my trance trigger take hold, I simply couldn’t resist it. Not that I wanted to because even if he could be a jerk about playing around with it, I never got enough of the bliss and pleasure I found in trance.
I basked in the depths of my own mind as pleasure seemed to grow warmer, comforting me like a heavy blanket as I drifted and listened to the sound of his hypnotic voice.
Eventually, the pleasure that comforted me grew even more as it began to pull me towards his voice and away from my mindless bliss.
“1… 2… 3… Awake!” I heard him say.
I felt myself float up with each number and reveled in the delicious flutter my eyes went through as the pleasure I felt in my mind morphed to a very real pleasure my body was experiencing, almost forcing me out of trance with a force I couldn’t deny or ignore.
All I could do was moan as I woke up.
“HHmmm… God that felt nice…” I said, letting my eyes focus on my surroundings. “Woah…”
Suddenly, I wasn’t in the middle of the room standing in his arms, instead, I found myself kneeling on the floor. I looked down at myself, half expecting to find my own fingers hard at work between my legs, but all I saw was my naked form. It made me realize that the pleasure I felt wasn’t from any specific sensation, I was just completely enveloped in it as if I was in the middle of some very intense foreplay. I smiled when I noticed how my hands laid palm up on my thighs, which were spread as wide as comfort allowed.
Such an obviously submissive pose…
“I see you noticed…” he said, making me look up at his towering form as he stood in front of me. “I thought I’d also take the opportunity to teach your mind a position you’ll need to get comfortable with as my submissive…”
I had felt helpless and aroused before during our explorations, but for some reason, looking up at him with the knowledge that he was my Dom stirred my arousal in a new and very pleasurable way.
“That makes sense, Master…” I said, blinking in confusion at my own words. “Wait… What?”
“What’s the matter?” he said, smiling smugly.
“Why did I just say that… Master.” I said, frowning.
“That’s easy…” he said. “Since we agree that I’m your Dom during these sessions and not your good friend, I thought it appropriate to erase my ‘friend’ name from your mind and replace it with a name befitting my dominance over you. Plus… While I was at it… I also decided to add a little protocol to your speech when you address me.”
“Really Master? You think I could forget your ‘friend’ name so easily? It’s… Huh… Wait…” I said frowning. “Oh god…”
Every time I reached into my memories to find his real name, all I could find was foggy knowledge that seemed to slip through my mental fingers. Try as I might, all my mind's thoughts could settle on as far as his name was… Master…
Another wave of arousal washed over me as I realized just how easy it was for him to play around in my head.
“You’ll be able to remember all this later on of course…” he said. “And obviously… If you’d rather not forget my name while we play together, that’s completely fine… But… I think you’ll find it will help you separate our 2 dynamics… Don’t you agree?”
I looked up at him and again, a wave of pleasure and anticipation washed over me as I admired my Master’s towering form. I felt like his new name was so appropriate for the way he played with me. Within our special sessions, he had come to control me so completely that I had given up on trying to hold on to my free will. There was no room to think or resist when he slipped into my mind and commanded me. All I could do was obey and savor the endless pleasure he made me experience.
He guided and I followed…
He led and I surrendered…
He dominates and I submit…
He… He was my Master…
And I am his submissive…
No… A Master doesn’t have a submissive… Does he?
What’s the right word…
I smiled when I finally thought of it.
“I completely agree, Master…” I said, feeling a fresh wave of arousal in my cheeks. “However… I believe that if you are my Master… Doesn’t that imply that I’m your slave?”
From the corner of my eye, I saw the bulge in his pants twitch, telling me all I needed to know.
“It certainly does seem to imply that, doesn’t it?” he said, smiling as he reached down and grasped my chin. “And how does that sound to you? Does it feel… Accurate?”
I smiled even more.
“Hhhmm… Considering how obedient and helpless my mind is when I’m in your care Master…” I said, keeping back a little moan. “I would say it feels 100% accurate…”
“I see…” he said. “Any misgivings about being my horny obedient slave?”
“None…” I said, feeling warmth spread through my cheeks. “I… I wouldn’t have continued with these… HHmm… Sessions… If I had any doubts about you…”
I was his submissive… His Slave…
Within the confines of our play time, I completely surrendered to his will and became little more than his erotic plaything. A toy he could play with in any number of ways to the benefit of us both. As I knelt there, helplessly staring up into his confident gaze, I realized just how good it felt to let go and obey him.
To give myself to his guidance and allow him to utterly control my pleasure as I ignited his pleasure.
His pleasure…
The notion echoed inside my mind as memories of our incredible erotic explorations came rushing in. It suddenly made me so hot to finally understand just how much my submission was pleasing him. To understand the depth of enjoyment my enthralled mind could offer him. To FEEL just how much pleasure he could enjoy when he controlled and fucked me.
The thought sent throbs of need and pleasure through my loins, making me realize how arousing his pleasure was to me…
He was my Master…
I was his horny obedient pleasure addicted slave…
I hadn’t really ‘researched’ what a Master/slave kink was all about, but I knew enough to shape erotic scenes in my mind where a Master played with his enraptured slave. Those scenes were more than just being his helpless plaything. They were all about control… Mastery…
And…
Service…
Another powerful wave of pleasure washed over me, making my skin erupt with goosebumps as I realized that I could do more than simply allow him to play with me.
“Master…” I said as he released my chin. “Since I’m more than your simple plaything… It huh… Makes me think that as your slave… I should offer you… More…”
“More?” he said, pleasantly surprised. “You offer me plenty already… So why do you think you should offer me more?”
“Because Master…” I said, looking down in mild shame. “I… I want to serve you… I… I want to FEEL like your slave and not just be your regular plaything… At least for today… While this discovery is still fresh… You know… So I can properly experience it and evaluate it before we play again…”
“Thinking ahead I see…” he said, suddenly serious. “But you know we are in a session right now… And as such, I won’t go where you didn’t previously allow me to go.”
“I know Master! That’s the whole reason why I’ve trusted you with my mind until now.” I said, looking up excitedly as warmth spread through me. “But that’s the thing! You wouldn’t! Not technically…”
He chuckled at my sudden enthusiasm.
“Ok then… But only if you are speaking the truth…” he said, smiling once more. “So what can I do with you that will make you FEEL like my slave.”
“I want you to make me do something for your pleasure I usually prefer not to do, Master.” I said, smiling. “As requested… It’s not a hard limit of mine and if you recall…” I said, licking my lips seductively. “It’s something you already had me do.”
“I see…” he said and I noticed another clear twitch between his legs. “But even if you told me it was ok to do sometimes, you clearly dislike it so why would you ask me to use my control over you to make you do it now?”
“It’s obvious… Isn’t it Master?” I said, winking up at him.
“I won’t deny that it’s certainly a classic within the Master/slave kink… As well as highlighting my dominance even more by requiring you to do something solely for my pleasure…” he said, smiling down at me. “Also… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to enjoy your lips again…”
“See Master? We both want it…” I said encouragingly.
He chuckled.
“Since you asked so nicely, how can I refuse?” he said, winking. “I’ll return your generosity by making sure you get the most of this little… Experiment… Just like my new name, it should really help you FEEL like you are my slave… Would that make you happy?”
I nodded, smiling as I watched him place his finger on my forehead. Just like before, my world and awareness shrank down to the sensation of his finger, easily allowing my mind to start its journey down into trance even before he completed my trigger.
“Sleep…” he said while caressing his finger downward.
Bliss and darkness welcomed me with open arms as my mind sank deeply into trance. At first, trance felt more like a relaxing focusing exercise, but with time, my consciousness was able to let go more and more until one day, I found myself waking up without any clear memory of the trance. The feeling was mildly worrisome, but I soon developed a taste for it and asked Master to help me develop it even further.
I just couldn’t get enough of not knowing what he had implanted inside my mind as each trigger was its own surprise, which made our sessions that much more exciting.
“1… 2… 3… Awake!” I heard him say.
His words were impossible to resist as they pulled me up towards consciousness. As my eyes fluttered deliciously open, my gaze focused on the naked man towering before me. A wave of longing and awe washed over me as I recognized the unmistakable features of my Master. I wasn’t sure how it was even possible, but as I looked up at him, I felt like he had grown even more.
As if he had gained power and prestige…
I couldn’t look away… I was transfixed by his presence…
He reached down and caressed my cheek, sending a wave of delectable warmth along my skin.
“Emma… Do you give yourself to me?” he said.
His voice was so rich… So deep… Commanding in a way I couldn’t deny…
Only…
“Who… Who is Emma, Master?” I asked.
His smile was so bright…
“That is your name…” he said, removing his hand. “Is it not?”
“My name?” I said, frowning. “No Master… My name isn’t Emma at all…”
“My apologies…” he said, still smiling. “Tell me your name then.”
“My name is Slave, Master.” I said, smiling.
“I see…” he said. “Well Slave, the same question applies to you. Do you give yourself to me?”
“I do, Master…” I said, feeling a wave of pleasure crash through my body. “HHmm… Completely…”
“Well Slave… Since that is the case and you are now mine to enjoy…” he said, each word seemingly resounding with invisible power in my ears. “I command you to WORSHIP my cock.”
“HHHHMMM…” I moaned as I felt something trigger deep within my mind.
A wave of tingles erupted inside my mind and scattered my thoughts in a million directions. My eyes lost focus as pleasure followed and made my whole body shiver with erotic delight. When it passed, my eyes were finally able to focus, but instead of gazing up at my Master, all I could see was the glorious shaft standing proudly at attention merely inches from my face.
Another wave of pleasure erupted from my loins, making my clit physically throb as a deep longing gripped my being. There was no denying that what stood in front of me was my Master’s cock and as soon as I understood that simple fact, a single thought overloaded anything else my brain might be tempted to think about: I NEEDED to suck my Master’s cock.
Pleasure it…
Taste it…
Savor it…
Worship it…
I command you to worship my cock…
If my mind would have been allowed to think about anything else, I would have realized that I had never wanted anything else as much in my life. My desire grew and grew, making my mouth water in anticipation as I felt my body move forward. The moment my lips touched his veiny girth, a small moan escaped my lips as a deep sense of satisfaction washed over me.
My mind had a singular purpose and my body did everything it could to fulfill that purpose. Part of me felt almost desperate to obey that longing, but the command kept echoing in my mind to remind me that my duty wasn’t just to suck and taste him, it was to worship his cock. That undeniable command was enough to prevent me from totally giving into my desire and feverishly suck him off in a delirious haze.
I command you to worship my cock…
All I had was my desire to worship him and that, in itself, didn’t guide me at all, but that didn’t bother me at all because the more I focused on lavishing his cock with attention, the better I felt and the better I felt, the more pleasure seemed course through my veins. Thankfully, that pleasure never reached critical mass and except for a few moans of delight, I was able to keep my focus on my Master’s cock.
It didn’t take long for my mind to be eclipsed by the sensation, leaving me alone in a void with my Master’s member. There wasn’t even a growing sense of urgency as my body grew hot as I sucked and slipped his length as far as my throat would allow. All I knew… All I cared about… Was that I was worshiping his cock in every way I was able to and I didn’t even think about how or when it should stop as my Master’s voice kept echoing in my mind.
I command you to worship my cock…
I was so deep within my own little cock drunk world that I didn’t even notice when his shaft began to flex with need. I sucked and licked without thought until suddenly, my Master erupted inside my mouth, sending an unexpected wave of sexual pleasure crashing through my mind like a tsunami. Shot after shot, my Master emptied his load inside my mouth as an orgasm slowly burned through my foggy mind and pulled my mind out of its mindless reverie. Out of pure reflex, I swallowed it all as my mind raced to gather itself in the aftermath of my release.
“Damn…” he said, catching his breath. “That was insanely good…”
Fuck…
I looked up at my Master’s incredibly satisfied face and that sent another, milder, wave of pleasure through my body as I realized just how pleased he looked. I licked my lips, trying to gather up all the excess drool I had apparently not even bothered to keep in my mouth. I looked at his spent cock and marveled at what I had just experienced.
Not that I wished to resist his command, but it didn’t even register that it was an option. His command was absolute and it took hold of my mind as easily as all the other triggers and compulsions my Master implanted inside my mind. The last time he enjoyed my mouth, it felt more like I was a masturbatory aid than an actual blowjob because he used my freeze triggers to immobilize me with my mouth open. The experience was arousing in its own way, but just like when I sucked off my lovers, I didn’t really enjoy it.
As I looked up at my Master’s face once more, I couldn’t deny that the blowjob I had just been ‘forced’ to give him was hands down the most satisfying head I had ever given and I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to do it again.
Which felt so incredibly right…
He was my Master and I was his Slave so it made perfect sense for me to serve his pleasure.
“That was truly wonderful Slave…” he said, sending thrills down my spine.
“Thank you Master.” I said, smiling. “I hope I’ll do an even better job next time.”
He chuckled.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves…” he said. “Until I speak with Emma tomorrow, I won’t allow myself to indulge in that particular delight again.”
“Whomever Emma is, why would she have any say in the way you enjoy me, Master?” I asked, a little confused.
He looked at me for a moment before he finally smiled.
“Right…” he said. “I guess we can make a little exception and have you REMEMBER your true name, Emma.”
I blinked a few times as knowledge seemed to instantly appear in my mind.
“Oh wow, Master…” I said. “That was so strange!”
“I bet it was!” he said, chuckling. “I take it you really didn’t remember, huh?”
“Not at all, Master!” I said, amazed. “I had no clue at all who you were talking about! It was as if Emma was… Was someone else! It’s… It’s so different then the way it feels when I try to remember your friend name…”
“Interesting…” he said. “I’ll make sure to explore that more if you like it.”
“I hope you do, Master!” I said before licking my lips seductively. “Because honestly… I think it really helps me enjoy this new dynamic a lot more… I mean… I… I REALLY feel like your slave right now…”
“I’m glad our little experiment achieved what you wanted.” he said as he looked over at the clock. “We still have some time before our session is due to end… So considering your last statement, would you like it better to forget your name again?”
“I’m your slave, Master.” I said, smiling warmly. “It’s only fitting that I fully commit and forget my name while you play with me… Right?”
Although it was true that even if we came to this incredibly eye opening understanding of our different dynamics, I knew the next time we spoke, Master would inevitably go over everything with me once more so we could properly talk about our shared experience while my mind was free of his hypnotic influence. Initially, I thought it was a little stupid of him to be so adamant about that rule, but after he did a little demonstration where I wholeheartedly wanted to ignore my own limits, I finally understood why he insisted on that rule because barely a day later, I couldn’t believe that I was willing to do it.
I watched him towering over me and as he prepared to erase my own name to replace it with ‘Slave’, I couldn’t help but wonder how I’ll feel once I wake up completely free from his hypnotic hold.
Will I get scared of the direction our playtime is going?
Or will I embrace these new erotic feelings of surrender and give myself even more to him?
As I closed my eyes and prepared to forget, I smiled mischievously as I realized that if you asked me at that specific moment, I knew exactly what I would choose…