Enthralled and Engulfed

“So, how do you know Joyce?” Evan King hadn’t known what to expect when his neighbor Joyce wrangled him into a blind date with a friend of hers. He had no idea what kind of young woman Joyce would have known, given the age difference between her and Evan, and he couldn’t imagine being more surprised by the woman sitting across from him.

“Oh, Joyce used to be one of my clients. I know she won’t mind me telling you, I helped her with her fear of flying.” Olivia, the woman Evan had been set up with was also in her early 30s, also obviously a serious professional by her manner and her taste in restaurants, and was strikingly beautiful.

She had wavy, reddish brown hair that she wore down over one shoulder, narrow sea green eyes, lightly freckled olive skin, and an angular, statuesque face that would have seemed cold if not for her bright smile. She was wearing a black, sleeveless dress that hung loose off her shoulders and bunched down around her breasts because there was a great deal of chest for the dress to cover. She wore a thin gold pendant that dropped in a straight line from her neck, ending in a small emerald that sat just in her cleavage, and several small golden hoops in her left ear, but only one in her right.

Evan realized he was staring and hadn’t said anything in response to that. “So are you a therapist?”

Olivia laughed, it was a short, amused chuckle, “Joyce didn’t tell you anything about me did she?”

Evan’s neighbor, the sixty-year-old woman who had made this blind date happen, had not. She had simply talked to him, presented the idea, and then played matchmaker, including finding out where Olivia had wanted to go, which was a place he was familiar with and enjoyed. Evan, in all honesty, had really just been along for the ride.

“No,” he chuckled too, “not really. She mainly just begged and battered me into it. Did she tell you anything about me?”

Olivia picked up her wine and stared into his eyes across the table. They were off in their own little world, in the back of the restaurant, deep in its moody shadows. “She did. I think it’s a woman’s prerogative to be a little more choosy, and I made her tell me everything she knew about you…”

Her eyes caught the flame from the candle on the table and her bright smile came to life again, “…after she badgered me about how great you are. She’s really taken with you, you know.”

He took a sip of wine too and laughed, “I just try and be a good neighbor when I can.”

“I admit,” she looked down at her glass and he thought maybe she was blushing a little, “I’m only here because… well I don’t get to date very often. You understand, Joyce told me how busy you are with work, and… in my experience the kinds of men I tend to date always end up… I don’t know, intimidated by me, or my job…” She looked  up and into his eyes and left something else there, something deep and unsaid, “But Joyce swore you were a genuinely good guy, and I’m glad she did.”

It was his turn to look down and try not to blush.

Evan, who was a project manager on a UI development team for an up and coming software company knew what it was like to not really have time to date. He also knew what it was like constantly meeting the wrong kind of woman, and the times he’d tried internet dating had all been deeply shallow and unsatisfying.

“So,” he drank and returned eye contact with her, “you didn’t say what you did.”

“I’m a hypnotherapist.” She said the words like she was expecting him to roll his eyes, but he just nodded and smiled a little. Not because it was funny, but because she had made deep and meaningful eye contact with him as she said it, and he could almost hear her saying Looooook into my eyes, I am a hypnotherapist in a cheesy Dracula impression.

“How’d you get into that?” It didn’t seem like that intimidating of a job, unless you thought hypnotism was some kind of mystical mind control. 

She smirked at him, “How’d you get into middle management at a tech company?”

Evan had been surprised by her answer, because it wasn’t exactly a common job, but he hadn’t… “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by asking,” maybe it had been something in his tone, “I genuinely want to know. But to answer your question, I just kind of failed up from programmer.”

She laughed at his self-deprecating joke, a full, solid laugh, not just a chuckle, “I always thought hypnotism was fascinating, and I’ve always enjoyed psychology and the mind, but I ran out of motivation mid way through perusing a masters degree and just pivoted over to hypnotherapy instead.”

“Do you not need a license or…” he gave a little shrug and remembered her sharp response to his earlier question, “I don’t know anything about this. I mean, I guess I should be in therapy because I think everyone should but…” he shrugged again as she smiled.

 That led to Olivia explaining the nuances of having a hypnotherapy practice, the ways it wasn’t regulated, and how in her words, ‘Hypnosis is a very real and powerful tool, but it’s a phenomenon and an art. It’s an individual experience that’s a partnership, not something that I do to people. And it’s not really mysterious, and it’s not mind control, but it’s…”

Olivia took another sip of wine and chewed on her lip, “Normally I have a better, boring explanation for it that I use with my clients, but that’s part of the set up for how I hypnotize them.”

Now it was Evan’s turn to take a flirty jab, “So you’re not planning on hypnotizing me?”

“Well,” she fixed him with her narrow eyes, eyes that he noticed caught the candle flame again as she slightly tilted her head, “do you want me to?”

The way she said it, it was more like Do you want me to crawl under this table and suck your cock before the waiter comes back?

That was the heat that washed over him, and this time he didn’t try hiding his blushing, nor could he keep eye contact.

“Evan,” she whispered his name an brushed a finger down the chain of her necklace, the little golden line that led down to the emerald and her breasts he’d done and admirable job not drooling over, “do you want me to hypnotize you right now?”

“I…  um…”  he watched her fingers trace as the chain, up and down, and up and  a little further down towards the emerald… towards… “Could?” He looked up into her eyes, “Is that really how it works?”

“Yes it is,” she was purring the words out to him and still caressing the chain, “but our food’s about to get here, so you’ll have to ask me to do it later…” her finger tugged softly at her dress and revealed just a hint more of her freckled breasts to him “…if you want me to.”

God, that had escalated quickly, and he was glad he could stay sitting down for a bit. Not because his arousal would have been obvious, but because it wouldn’t have been not-obvious, and he was a grown man, not a horny teenager in math class.

“So,” she gave him a little pat on his hand to get his attention, had he been daydreaming, how long had he been staring back at her emerald and that gentle up and down stroke of her fingers… and also to get him to move his wine glass to make space, “what did you used to do for fun before work swallowed your life?”

The food came, and they ate, and talked about their lives, the sillier details of their jobs, life in the city, movies, and generally found they enjoyed each other’s company. Then, they shared a dessert and then Olivia, in mid sentence about something else raised a finger and stopped her train of thought.

“The best way to explain hypnosis, and not as a permission structure that prepares your mind to accept it, because I think later when you ask me to hypnotize you, you’ll be ready to accept it already, since you are now, is…” she gave him a little smirk as she spoke, then tilted her head back and looked up towards the ceiling a little, “…I could say hypnosis is a programming language, but that’s inelegant and pandering. That kind of mirroring is an effective tool with synching up through processes and forming communication  bonds but… hypnosis is introducing complimentary, external logic to a suggestible and open mind in such a way that it bypasses the critical, internal logic of the subject. And that has to happen, because that grounded and self-justified internal logic already knows what it wants and has made up its mind.”

She was smiling as she spoke, and she had the enthusiastic glee and passion of Evan or any one of his nerdy friends explaining their dorky loves. 

“So with Joyce, naturally her fear of flying is founded in well… crashing and dying, or getting sucked out of the plane from a hole in the cabin, or… well, I think that’s about it for fear of flying, or falling for that matter but… As I was saying, she has her internal reasons for being afraid of flying, but she has an internal desire to not be afraid, so in trance, when she is more suggestible and receptive, I impose the logic of how she can manage that fear, and why. And if I can put it in deep enough in her subconscious then it… just imagine I used a computer analogy here.”

His brain did fill it in, and he laughed… then he realized he was staring at her necklace again, watching her fingertip trace the chain.

“Hypnosis is, in many ways,” her voice was soft and smooth again, teasing at him to just listen, “focus and relaxation working in unison to quiet the mind. If you ask me to hypnotize you right now Evan, I can have you in a very deep trance before the waiter comes with the check. You’re ready, that is…” he heat was back in her voice, the alluring, erotic allusion to what, he didn’t know, was right there waiting for him to say yes, “…if you’re ready, and you want me to give you something else that you obviously want.”

“Well,” he looked up into her eyes, “what’s that?”

“You’ll have to ask me to hypnotize you if you want to find out,” she had turned down the heat and tuned up the charm with that one.

“Can you,” Evan had never been hypnotized before, but it was just a phenomenon like she ‘d said , “hypnotize me?”

She raised an eyebrow and pressed her fingers to the base of her neck, “If you’re going to ask me,” her next words sounded like a kiss felt, “ask me. And don’t worry, it will be so fast and so smooth no one will notice.” Her fingers started to trace her chain again and he found himself watching “Just look into my eyes and ask ne nicely.”

Even had never thought of himself as being into dominant women, or bondage or anything, and he didn’t think he was, well… not into it either, especially with how it felt to hear her boss him around a little, and maybe that was it… maybe it was a little Mistress-y, and that was… well, that was kind of hot.

“Kayla?”

“Yeeeeeeeessss?” She looks deep into his eyes and smirked at him, and it was very hard to take her seriously in that moment, “will you please hypnotize me right now?”

“Thank you for asking, and I would love to, but first, there’s one more thing,” she gently opened her dress just a little more, not enough to show bra, but enough to give him more of her deep cleavage, “Tell me, do you like my tits?” 

The words were soft as mist and swirled around him as he found himself in a surreal cascade of events he never in a million years would have predicted. 

He glanced down at the display, then back into her eyes, “I do.”

“Good, because no matter what anyone else says, I’ve discovered that my tits are the most hypnotizing and powerful tools I have for putting anyone into deep trance. They’re naturally enthralling, and as you look at them now, just take a deep breath, just breathe slowly and deeply, now that I’ve finally given you permission to stare, I want you to notice how hard you’ve been trying not to stare at them all night.”

Her words came at him in a steady, unyielding pace, but her voice sounded like honey being dripped into his ear and coating his mind one word at a time.

“That’s it, just notice how much your eyes have wanted to stare, and now that they can, notice how you cannot look away from them. You’re just like my emerald, you’re right there, stuck between my tits, and the more you try and look away now, the more enthralled you become. And it’s natural Evan, it’s so natural to just feel their enthralling, hypnotizing power make everything else disappear, as you focus on my breasts and only my breasts. Even the emerald, even you, because you’re my emerald now and you feel it, disappear out of your own mind, out of your own awareness. Just look at my enthralling, hypnotizing tits, and as I count down from three to one, just feel yourself falling irresistibly down into my cleavage, warm and soft, and close to me, completely blank, even with your eyes open, just staring, just blank, completely enthralled now with…”

Olivia’s voice was soaking and smothering his brain with it’s soft stickiness. Her warm, sweet, honey words were dripping over every inch of his brain and just to test what was happing, Evan had tried to look away from her breasts and up into his eyes. At first it was curiosity and pride, and then it was because it felt good to fail, and finally, when he couldn’t even see the emerald anymore, there was nothing just…

“3, completely enthralled by my tits now…”

“I thought a 50% tip might be a little high, but our subconscious mind obviously disagreed with that.”

Evan was standing outside of the restaurant, Olivia’s hand in his, both of them wearing their coats.

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed, but not loudly, “how’d I… wait, did you… did you make me… what?”

She squeezed his hand, but didn’t look at him, she pointedly didn’t make eye contact with him. “I suggested you give the waiter the best possible tip you thought he earned, and then I told you about pooling tips with the bussers, and you said you wanted to be fair to everyone.”

Well… that did sound like him, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t have afforded to tip 100% if he’d really wanted to.

“And I told you once we walked out of the restaurant you would wake up and come out of trance completely. You’re a natural subject,” she turned to face him and touched his cheek before she kissed him, “for me at least, and this has been a wonderful first date so far.”

She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “Will you be a gentleman and come home with me for a nightcap?”

“Can I say no?” Evan had his pluck back, and wanted to have fun with her.

“You can always say no, and I expect you to always say no with me when you want to, and when you feel like you should,” her lips were still right next to his ear, “but do you want to?”

He turned into her and kissed her back, “I would love to have a nightcap with you,” it was his turn to play games as he whispered in her ear, “and those enthralling tits.”

She laughed and looked deep into his eyes, “Maybe if you’re good, and maybe if you ask nicely again.”

“Will you please hypnotize me again Olivia?”

Her place was nice, a two bedroom condo in a newer building, well kept décor, free of the kind of persistent, scatterbrained clutter that defined every room of his house.

They were both on their second drink since they’d arrived, with Evan dressed down to the tee shirt that was under his button down, and her changed into black tights, and a loose, lilac colored vee-neck tee of her own. She had washed all her makeup off and had gotten very comfortable with him very quickly.

They had talked more, about anything and everything that came to mind, and it was nice, it was really nice. It was even nicer when, as they sat on her couch talking and drinking, they both leaned in to kiss each other at the same time. Then they were making out, and then she whispered in his ear, “Is there something you wanted to ask me?”

Olivia put her hand on his thigh, on his inner thigh and smiled as he asked her. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and the strong pour of the drink she’d made herself (and him) was on her breath. She was strikingly beautiful even dressed down as she was now, and she smirked as her hand started to move towards his groin.

“I know what you really want,” she massaged his inner thigh then stopped and straddled him, “you just want to see my tits.”

Those words were soft and breathy in his ear, and he was getting very hard, very fast. “Can you blame me?”

He put his hands on her hips, and she pushed down on him just enough to feel his bulge through their pants, then kissed him again. “No, of course not. But I should tell you, every time you get hypnotized, you get better at being hypnotized, and since I used my tits to help hypnotize you, and I am going to use them to hypnotize you in a little different way this time, that means, my tits are going to become a little more hypnotic to you, and that might mean my tits are going to develop a hypnotic sway over you. Are you okay with that?”

He gave her his best smoldering look and said, “I think they already do.”

“No,” she laughed and her hips shifted and she rubbed against his hardening cock a little more, “I’m serious. Every time you get hypnotized by the same person, in this case me, you’ll respond more easily and go into a deeper trance as you develop more trust and experience. And every time you get hypnotized a certain way, that approach builds up in your subconscious mind, it creates triggers, and when I take my top off and you stare at my tits in my bra… before I take that off, and I hypnotize you by having you focus on them again, it’s going to be one more time your subconscious associates hypnosis with my tits.”

She pushed gently against his shoulders and sat up perfectly straight, “And since this is your first exposure to hypnosis, there’s a chance my tits are going to have an even stronger impact and association with hypnosis for your subconscious mind. So, I can hypnotize you other ways if you want, or don’t want to risk my tits having a chance of permanently having a hypnotic sway over you.”

“So,” Olivia tugged down on her shirt and pulled back her shoulders, “what do you think? Do you still want me to hypnotize you like this?”

“What are we going to do after?”
Before Olivia could answer, Evan looked up from her cleavage and then realized something, “Are you doing that thing you explained to me earlier when you told me how you always talk about hypnosis in a way to prepare people to be hypnotized?”

Olivia pulled up her tee to just below her breasts, “Do you want to find out?”

She rolled her hips just a little as she swayed, holding her shirt, and for a long moment as Olivia waited for his response, she kept swaying back and forth tugging up and teasing just a little bit of her bra, her black bra.

It would have been hard to say no, even if he hadn’t wanted to say…

“Yes,” he squeezed her hips and pushed gently up to grind against her, “god yes.”

“Then just relax, close your eyes, and focus on taking three deep breaths,” Olivia lowered her shirt back down. “No peaking, and no rushing, the breathing’s going to relax your body, and you following little instructions will make it easier for you…” she tugged the bottom of her shirt up just a little bit, showing off the abs he hadn’t noticed or appreciated earlier, then she dropped it again, “…later.”

When Evan closed his eyes, he felt Olivia’s fingertips press gently into his temples as she started to massage them, “Just breathe in, focus on breathing relaxation deep into your lungs, and deep into your diaphragm… and when you breathe out, just imagine any tension, any apprehension, and any little doubts you have floating out with your breath.”

He felt his chest rise and fill with air, “Good, now exhale, let it all go, and remember how good it felt, and how easy it was for me to hypnotize you at the restaurant.”

He breathed out, and remembered the sight of that emerald down between her breasts and the way it stood out against her black dress and her tanned, olive skin. “Good, now relax and breathe in, just really sit back, sink down into the couch, let your hands fall to your side, breathe out,” he did, “and feel the relaxation spreading from my fingers, down into the muscles in your face relax, especially your jaw, and feel it flowing down to your neck. Now just another nice, deep breath in…”

She stopped massaging him, and he felt her shift on his lap, “And open your eyes when you breathe out.”

As his eyes opened, Olivia slowly pulled off her shirt, revealing her very intricately lacey black on black bra, and her large, beautiful… hypnotically enthralling…

“And just feel yourself getting lost in them now. Just feel their natural pull on your eyes, and your mind. Feel them entrancing you just by seeing them like this, they’re still in my bra, and they’re so hypnotic, even more hypnotic than they were at the restaurant. Now just take another relaxing breath for me Evan, and imagine how enthralling they’ll be when I take my bra off.” 

He felt his cock twitch in his pants and she did too.

“Good boy Evan, just breathe now, breathing in the sound of my voice and deep relaxation, and breathing out anything else that might try and cross your mind. Just focus on my tits rising and falling, just see how beautiful and entrancing they are in this bra especially. You can imagine anyone seeing me in this bra and finding it impossible not to entranced and enthralled by the way they hold my breasts and make them look so perfect. But you already know they’ll look even better, and be even more enthralling, when I take my bra off.”

Olivia put her hand on top of his head and gently started rocking him back and forth, “You’re already realizing that longer you stare, the more enthralled by them you become, and the more enthralled you become, the larger and larger they’re going to become in your mind’s eye, don’t you? And tell me Even, aren’t they just getting bigger and bigger already now now? Tell me when they are.”

She shifted from rocking his head gently back and forth to making him nod in agreement with everything she said. Then, she tilted his head slightly forward as she stuck her chest out a little more and made a point to heave her breasts as she took a deep breath in.

Evan felt a wave of disassociation and relaxation flow through him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Everything Olivia was saying was true, and he felt her leading him along, but unlike the restaurant he wasn’t blacking out… he was just moving further and further away from himself, sinking back into the back of his mind as Olivia’s breasts expanded and filled up all the space in his conscious thoughts and immediate awareness.

They were big, they were so big and getting bigger.

“You cannot look away from my hypnotizing breasts now. The longer you stare, the more enthralled you become, the more enthralled by my hypnotic breasts you become, the bigger and bigger they get, an” again she made him nod in agreement, “the more you need to tell me how they’re growing in your mind, how they’re engulfing your mind completely now.”

“They’re…” Evan didn’t know what to say…

“Are they all you can see now Evan?” 

She made him nod and he said, “Yes.”

“And they’re getting even bigger aren’t they?”

Again she led him to nod, and again he said, “Yes.”

“Good boy Evan,” he felt a warm shiver of pleasure as she said that, and she obviously saw the enthusiastic look on his face as he stared at her tits in her bra, drooling just a little as he did. 

“The more enthralled you are by my naturally hypnotic breasts, the more they engulf your conscious mind and swallow up all of your thoughts. The more enthralled by my hypnotic breasts you are, the more they wrap around your brain and take you deeper into hypnosis for me. It feels good too, because being hypnotized by me, especially by my breasts, feels very good, and I can tell it’s really turning you on. I can feel you responding the right way to my hypnotizing tits, I can feel your mind sinking deeper while another part of you keeps on rising up and up.”

Her hips rocked on his, her tights rubbing against his pants, his cock craving more friction than the fabric.

“It feels so good to just sink deeper between my tits, it makes you so much harder when my soft, hypnotizing breasts enthrall and engulf you, and the harder you get, the softer my tits become. The harder your cock gets for me Even, the softer, warmer, and more welcoming my hypnotizing tits become. You can’t resist them when you’re this aroused, you don’t want to resist them when they get you this aroused, and when my enthralling, hypnotizing breasts capture your eyes and start to engulf your mind, all you want to do is…”

Evan was starting, slack jawed and disassociated, his cock throbbing with his heartbeat, his conscious mind lost in her cleavage. He could only stare at her perfectly entrancing, enthralling tits, and he felt like they were smothering his brain, like her cleavage was quicksand sucking down his every possible thought. The more he tried to catch up to what she was saying, the faster he sunk down between her tits, down into her hypnotic sway, the more impossible it became for him to look away.

Olivia leaned in closer to him now, up on her knees on either side of him, and put her hand on top of his head again, making him nod along with her words as sheslowly whispered, ‘Whatever… I… want.”

His face was so close to those enthralling, engulfing, entrancing, hypnotizing breasts, “Doesn’t that sound good to you Evan?”

She tilted his head back a little, but his eyes didn’t rise to meet hers, they stayed focused on her tits, completely unable to look away. “Uh huh.”

“And you haven’t even seen all of them yet. When you do see my perfect and instantly hypnotizing naked tits, and you’re exposed to their full hypnotic power, you’re going to fall so much deeper, and become so much more suggestible” she leaned in close to whisper in his ear and cradled his head to her chest, pushing his face into her soft, warm, breasts, breasts that completely engulfed his mind as his rock hard cock leaked in his pants. “And that’s because a hypnotic subject is very suggestible, and since you’re hypnotized by my breasts, that means they make you very suggestible don’t they?”

She leaned back, breaking the skin to skin contact between her tits and his face, and smiled at Evan as he stayed staring forward, completely enthralled, once again mumbling, “Uh huh.”

“And the more you see my hypnotic breasts, the more hypnotized by them you become, don’t you?”

He nodded, “Uh huh.”

“And you understand that means my naked tits are more hypnotic than when they’re covered, and that they’ll always put you in a trance when you see them, but also, the more you get to see them at all, day after day, the more hypnotizing they become even when they’re covered up, don’t they Evan?”

That was so confusing, but her breasts were so simple, and his conscious mind was perfectly still, happily engulfed between them, so he just nodded and agreed again. 

“But Evan, listen very carefully,” she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, “hypnotic suggestions, even direct commands I give you while you’re hypnotized by me, while you’re enthralled and engulfed by the hypnotic power of my breasts, are still just suggestions, and you’ll only follow the ones that you agree with, and that you want to follow. I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, and no matter how engulfed by my irresistibly hypnotic breasts you are, no matter how enthralled by them, and by me you are, I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. Do you understand Evan?”

He didn’t, not on any conscious level, but he felt like he needed to agree, so uncritically he nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Oh good, you’re back to using your words. And now that you understand hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, and that my hypnotic breasts captivate you and arouse you, that means you must want my tits to transfix your mind and your cock, filling you with more arousal and desire than you’ve ever had for anyone else, doesn’t it?”

Olivia pulled off her bra but covered her bare breasts with her hands, and as she pushed them together, he felt his engulfed conscious mind get completely swallowed and lost in her cleavage, “Yes.”

“So that means you want to fuck me don’t you?”

That question pierced the hypnotic veil, but just barely, Evan was much more aware of himself as he said, “Oh god yes.”

“Good boy,” she put her hands on either side of his head and started to gently massage his temples again as he stared at her perfect, big, bare, entrancing, enthralling, instantly hypnotic breasts that engulfed his conscious mind until it was completely gone. “Now I don’t have to worry about how seeing them will affect your decision making.”

Evan was so hard, and so turned on, and it felt like Olivia’s tits were wrapped completely around him, both brain and cock. It felt like, just from staring at them, that she was fucking him slowly between her breasts, and he gasped as he felt like every second he stared at them was bringing him closer to cumming.

“You want to fuck me so badly now Evan. You want to fuck my brains out, and you want to make me cum over and over again. All you want is to fuck me and make me cum. There’s nothing else in your mind now, just the need to fuck me, and fuck me hard. You need to fuck me now, and you need to make me cum over and over. You need it all so badly that your cock simply won’t be able to cum, you simply won’t be able to finish inside me, no matter how good it feels, especially when you stare at my hypnotizing tits, until I give you permission. That’s right, you need to fuck me, you need to make me cum, and Evan, you need to be a good boy and wait for me and my hypnotic breasts to give you permission to cum, and you understand this now. It all makes perfect sense, it’s the only thing in your mind, and you’re going to do it right…” she leaned in close and whispered, “now.”

“Where’s your bedroom,” Evans hands squeezed her hips, and he looked up at her, away from her tits and deep into her eyes.

“No,” she kissed his neck, then his lips, “fuck me on the carpet, you can’t wait for the bedroom can you?”

Of course he couldn’t. 

Olivia stood up so he could, and when he did, he kissed her hard, squeezed one of her tits softly with one hand, and put the other between her legs. He felt her wetness through her tights, and loved it as she grinded against his hand. “Hold still.”

She pulled off his shirt, and then unfastened his belt, and pulled down his pants and boxers all at once. Olivia reached down and grabbed his cock and give it a tug, “Pull down my tights and fuck me.”

He pulled them down and she stepped out of them, then he did the same for her black lace panties, before kissing her hard and easing her slowly onto her back before she guided his cock into her. “That’s it, fuck me deep… fuck me hard…”

He was on top of her, thrusting slowly at first, trying to find his rhythm, trying to find the pace she liked. God she felt good, and god, the only thing that mattered was making her feel good. He kissed her lips and sucked on her tits, and she wrapped a leg around him and said, “Deeper.”

He thrust deeper into her and she dug her nails into his back, “That’s it Evan, deeper, you want to go deeper for me, the harder you get, the deeper you go.”

He put his hands down on either side of her, arched his back, and worked on a longer, more pronounced stroke, and with every thrust she said, “deeper”, and with every thrust, he found he couldn’t look away from her hypnotically jiggling, bouncing breasts, breasts that started to enthrall him, that started to engulf him, and while all he could think about was making Olivia cum by fucking her brains out, soon that idea was completely engulfed by the entrancing jiggle of her tits.

“That’s right Evan, deeper and deeper into the power of my hypnotic breasts now. The harder you get, the harder you fuck me, the deeper you sink into me, the deeper you sink in between my breasts, the deeper I pull your mind and body under my hypnotic sway. You’re on top me now, but really you’re completely under my control. And this is what you want, because my suggestions feel so good, obeying my suggestions feels just like fucking me, just like you feel now. Now fuck me harder.”

He was pounding into her as best he could while she wrapped her other leg around him and let out a long, gushing moan. “Every… oh… uhh… mmmmmm, that’s it... fuck… right there…”

Olivia had to wait for the orgasm to pass before she started again, “Every time you accept and obey my hypnotic suggestions, every time you surrender to the entrancing, compelling power of my hypnotic breasts when they enthrall and engulf your mind, it will feel just like this. And you want to feel this way again, don’t you Evan? You don’t want this to stop, do you?”

He gasped out “yes” over and over again, sinking deeper into her with every thrust, moaning out the word with every breath. To stop herself from screaming as he kept fucking her brains out, Olivia pulled him close and bit down hard on his shoulder, and listened to him grunt from the pain as he kept repeating “yes” over and over.

“If you accept these suggestions deep into your hypnotized mind now, you have my permission to cum.”

His hips bucked once, then slowed and bucked into her again as he shot into her with everything he had, cumming so hard it made his arms buckle and his body sink down on top of hers as he moaned wordlessly in her ear. Little spasms of need and deep reflexive thrusts made him grind down into her again, but he could barely move.

“Good boy Evan,” with surprising ease, she rolled him off of her, and then straddled his hips and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, he was smiling, and looked like he was falling asleep.

Evan felt like he was melting into the floor, drained and empty, too spent to open his eyes or resist the warm heaviness of sleep pulling on him. 

“I know… so sleepy now, I know… sleepy… very… your whole body… you feel … just impossible…. strong … so tired,… completely… drained… even… me… want… do… sink …”

Olivia’s words were right on the edge of a dream and only pieces of them registered in his mind, but his eyes opened despite the deep desire he had to sleep, because he was just so sleepy, so very sleepy and drained, and it felt like he couldn’t move at all. His eyes opened despite the fact he felt like all of his strength was drained away, lost in the warm heavy sleepiness, and that he couldn’t even try and move Olivia off of him, even if he wanted to.

All Evan wanted to do was just close his eyes and sleep, feeling her warm body on top of his, listening to her soft lullaby voice put him into the deepest sleep he’d ever had. But instead, his eyes opened, and while his mind was quiet and still, he was still conscious to some degree of what was happening.

And what was happening was Olivia massaging her tits in front of his face, her entrancing, enthralling tits that had him completely hypnotized, so much so that as his eyes stayed up his mind simply went blank.

Evan was unaware of what transpired over the next few minutes. He lived in a kaleidoscope of darkness and the shifting, jiggling, bouncing, squeezing, softness of her breasts in her hands. He was far away, so far away, but someone was saying something… someone kept saying something over and over again and…

“I am under your hypnotic power, I am enthralled and engulfed by your hypnotizing breasts.”

He was back on top of her, still on the floor, and with every thrust he repeated those words, fucking his own brains out as she dug her nails into his back, wrapped a leg around his, and kept repeating the words for him over and over, “You are under my hypnotic power, you are enthralled and engulfed by my hypnotizing breasts, say it and sink deeper… say it and fuck me deeper like a good boy.”

He couldn’t see her face, his eyes were down at her jiggling tits as he kept pumping away. All he cared about was making her cum, all he cared about was repeating the words she told him to say.

“You can’t cum without my permission now, you can’t cum without my tits now. Your cock belongs to me, your cock is hypnotized by my tits, tell me that Evan, be a good boy and repeat it now.”

“I can’t cum without your permission, I can’t cum without your tits. My cock belongs to you, my cock is hypnotized by your tits.”

“Say it,” her other leg wrapped around him and she squeezed him as tightly as she could, “say it again.” 

“I can’t cum without your permission, I can’t cum without your tits. My cock belongs to you, my cock is hypnotized by your tits.”

His words were lost by Oliva screaming in pleasure, moaning out a long, sharp, “Oh fuck” as her nails scratched down his back.

He was still pumping into her, hard, and she whispered, “Slow down now, slowly now Evan, be a good boy for me and slow down.”

He did, and as she caught her breath, she eventually eased him on to his back. She sat up on him, like before but this time he was still inside her.

“Look at my tits, see only my hypnotic tits now Evan. You are enthralled and engulfed by them now, completely hypnotized and entranced. Your body is slowing down more and more. You’re too weak to move, too weak to thrust your hips, too weak to try and raise your hands to touch me. All you can do is lie there and stare at my tits until they drain all of your cum out. All you can do is watch my tits bounce slowly up and down, until they drain all of your cum out. My tits have hypnotized your mind and your cock, my tits are in control of your body, and when I tell you to cum, you are going to cum so hard you’re going to pump all of your conscious memories of what jus happened right inside of me. My hypnotizing tits are draining all of your memories out of your head down into your cock, and my tight, perfect pussy is milking them out of your cock. When I tell you to cum, you are going to cum harder than you’ve ever cum before, and you will shoot all of your conscious memories of what happened into me.”

His eyes were open, and glassy save for flickering moments of conscious awareness that disappeared with a bounce of her tits or a wave of pleasure as she slowly rode him and started to finger herself as she did.

“You can’t cum without my permission now. You can’t cum with my tits now. Your cock belongs to me, your cock is hypnotized by my tits, and if you agree with that, if you agree that my hypnotic tits control your body and mind, then you can cum now.”

He did.

He came hard, so hard that his entire body involuntarily shook and shivered under her.

“Evan,” they were in bed. He woke up to Olivia’s soft voice and her hand between his legs. “Will you do something for me?”

She gave him a nice little stroke and started to work him up. He hadn’t woken up to something this wonderful in a long time, if ever.

“Will you tell me what we did last night?”

She was whispering in his ear, she was the big spoon.

“We uh…” he didn’t quiet know, it was all a blur, “we had… we slept together?”

“Is that a question,” she had worked him into a full, stiff erection.

“I… I don’t remember…” he had a realization. “You hypnotized me again. Did you hypnotize me into forgetting that we had sex? That’s…” he laughed and then quivered as she rubbed the head of his cock with her thumb… “that’s not fair.”

She kissed his neck and then stopped rubbing and just held his cock, “All hypnosis is self-hypnosis Evan, as a hypnotist I just guide and facilitate trance. If you forgot we had sex last night, that was only because you agreed to forget, but let me ask you something else…”

She shifted and pulled him down so he was flat on his back, then slid on to his cock, her beautiful, big, naked, hypnotic tits slowly starting to bounce as she shifted her hips on him, “…isn’t it just impossible to argue with my tits when you’re so enthralled by them?”

He wasn’t fully awake anymore, he felt like the bed was pulling him down into a dream.

“And why would you ever want to disagree with me about anything, when it feels so good to be engulfed by my hypnotizing tits?”

He didn’t have an answer, he was rock hard, and it felt like he was on the edge of cumming inside her like his cock was a rocket ship waiting to blast off.

“Why would you ever want to resist my control, the control my hypnotic breasts have over your cock and your mind, when it just feels so much easier to be hypnotized and suggestible for me than it does to think for yourself?

That… didn’t see right…

“After all, you’re so smart, and you work so hard, and your brain gets so drained all day at the office. You’re so tired of being in charge, you’re so tired of  thinking, and thinking really is so hard, but listening and obeying is easy. Surrendering to my control is easy Even, after all, my hypnotizing tits control your cock, and you cock feels so good right now being under my power. You’ll always get to feel that way if you just surrender and admit to yourself that it’s better when I think for you. It’s better when my tits control you, and you just do whatever I want, and whatever I say. When you realize this is what you’ve always wanted, my hypnotic tits give you permission to cum.”

Moments later, after she crawled off of him and snuggled back up to his semi-conscious body, she put her hand back down between his legs and started tp whisper in his ear again.

“I want you to take tomorrow off of work and stay here with me,” he was hyper sensitive and her gentle, soft caress up and down his near flaccid cock made him squirm with pleasure and sensory overload.

“I have…”  he felt so dreamy, and this was so much to process, “I have so much to do and…”

“But you have vacation, and you have sick days,” she started stroking him faster, you’re going to call in sick today, you’re going to tell your team and your boss that you’re under the weather and you won’t be coming in tomorrow, do you understand?”

“I… I can’t… I have so much…”

“You can do it, just look at me,” she sat up next to him and stopped stroking him, “look at my tits and obey me Evan.”

Sex flooded through him even more powerfully than her hand job, it was a feeling as strong as her fucking him just a few moments ago, and he felt it completely consume him as soon as his eyes automatically opened and stared at her breasts.

He felt it when he obeyed.

“You’re taking tomorrow off, do you understand?”

He was enthralled and engulfed by her tits, nothing else existed, only her will.

“Yes.”

The one simple word made his lingering, still drained arousal pump blood into a full, rock hard erection.

“Good boy,” she cupped her breasts in her hands, “now cum for my tits.”

He let out a little gasp as he felt another orgasm working up from inside of him, and then spurt out all over himself and her sheets.

“Your… sheets, I…” He was so aware of the mess he made, but completely lost in her tits at the same time.

“My sheets don’t matter Evan,” she leaned down and kissed him, “all that matters is that you obey me and be my good boy, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Again, the word made his blood pump and his body respond to the pure sex of following her suggestions and commands.

“I think…” she cupped one of her tits and started to play with it absentmindedly, “I think you should call me Mistress. Do you think you should call me Mistress when you’re being my good boy?”

“Yes,” he couldn’t understand how he was already hard again, but Evan wasn’t really in his body or completely in his mind when he said, “Mistress.”

“Good boy, now why don’t you take me to the shower and wash me,” she stopped playing with her tit and touched his face, “doesn’t that sound like what you should do right now?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Do you like pancakes or waffles more?”

They were waiting to be seated for brunch and Evan held Olivia’s hand in his.

“Pancakes.”

She laughed at his answer, “I like waffles more, so no, you like waffles more than pancakes now, don’t you.”

“I like waffles more than pancakes.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear, “And you’ll do whatever I say, whenever I say it.”

He nodded.

“Say it out loud Evan.”

Quietly, so no one else could hear it, he said, “I’ll do whatever you say whenever you say it Mistress.”

“Good boy,” her breath was warm on his ear, “Now tell me why.”

Even more quietly than before he whispered, “Because your hypnotic tits control me, and you’re my Mistress.”

“That’s right,” she kissed him on the lips, “and that’s because it’s what you’ve always wanted. And deep down inside you’ve always preferred waffles too.”

Evan had never really thought about it, but she was right, waffles always had been better.

If he didn’t really agree, or want to agree, he knew he could resist the compulsion to agree with her. Until she directly prompted him, he would have never let himself call her Mistress in public, and even now he knew he only did it because no one else could hear them. 

If he didn’t really want Olivia and her hypnotic tits to control his life and his mind, then he knew he could just fight it, and he could always say no to her. She was always careful to explain that he was just agreeing with her suggestions and she couldn’t make him do anything he didn’t really want to do.

Still, he was willing himself not to pop a full-blown erection while they were standing by the server’s station. He also didn’t know if he even could after the morning they shared. 

Of course why would he ever want to say no to her?

Why would he ever want to imagine saying no and trying to resist those beautiful, enthralling tits that just engulfed all of his stress, and all of his free will, and made him feel so good.

“You love being my good boy, you love being hypnotized and controlled by my tits, you love making your Mistress happy. And when you accept this just say, waffles have always been my favorite.” Her whisper cut through his mind like a sword

“Waffles have always been my favorite.”

And in that moment, as he said those words out loud, it became true, and he had to put his hands in his pockets to wrestle the slowly forming bulge down.

Olivia smiled at Evan as she watched something in his face change. She’d broken another part of him down, and soon, there would be nothing left of him that she didn’t want. And the best part was, he really was doing it to himself, but with a little nudge from her and her breasts. Deep down inside, he just wanted to be what she wanted him to be, he just needed her and her hypnotic tits to tell him that.