Look into my Eyes

“Excuse me,” she had walked up to his booth at the back of the hotel restaurant and bar, he was alone, “but would you please look into my eyes.” 

She was wearing a plunging black dress that showed off the deep cleavage created by her almost overly full breasts; it was a dress that flattered her every curve and she was a very curvaceous and vivacious woman. 

He looked up at her, and as manners would have it, into her deep green eyes as he did, “I’m sorry?” “Oh, you see,” her red hair was piled high on her head, and light brown freckles were dashed here and there across her nose, her cheeks, as well as the tops her breasts, “I’m hypnotizing you, and it’s much easier if you look into my eyes.” 

He shifted in his seat, though he still kept eye contact with her, not out of intention but out of polite habit, “Excuse me, but you’re trying to do what?” 

“I’m not trying, I’m hypnotizing you right now, right now I’m putting you into a trance and I asked you politely to please look deep into my eyes, like you’re already doing, and you’re already staring now, staring deeper and deeper, that’s right deeper and deeper, seeing only my eyes now, only my deep green eyes.” 

He blinked once, and his eyes started to glaze over ever so slightly as his face started to become slack and his shoulders started to slump under the speed of her words and the deliberate confidence and intention in her voice. 

He was staring into her eyes, and as she spoke, his vision had reflexively started to narrow on the beautiful sight of her bright green eyes. 

“It’s very easy to be hypnotized, especially by a master hypnotist like me, in fact it’s so easy to be hypnotized that even people who don’t believe in hypnosis can be hypnotized. Just the word hypnotize can have that effect on people, and the less someone like you, because you don’t seem like you believe in hypnosis at all, the less you believe you can be hypnotized now, the less you believe you are being hypnotized by me right now as you stare deep into my eyes like this, just like this, the more easily you are becoming twice as deeply entranced and twice as deeply enthralled by my mastery of hypnosis and my ability to place you in deep trance.” 

She waved a hand in front of his face and spoke again. Gold bracelets adorned her wrists, and her fingers were likewise decorated with golden rings all fit with precious stones, as she said the words “Deep trance.”She spoke them again while her hand moved down into front of his eyes, and as she did so, he found himself drifting into a quiet darkness, like a daydream during one of the conference panels he had just sat through. 

“That’s it, very good, you did so well because it was just so easy, so easy you couldn’t help but become hypnotized so quickly, so quickly there was no time to realize you couldn’t stop yourself from falling into deep trance, and as you listen to the sound of my voice, feeling how heavy your eyelids have become, too heavy to open now, heavier and heavier the more you try, just like in a stage show, just like in a hypnotic trick you may have seen, you can realize that as you keep on trying to open your eyes, trying and falling, you are failing to open your eyes and succeeding at falling twice as deep now, twice as deep, and once the last of your conscious mind has realized you are too deeply hypnotized to not keep falling, doubling and doubling, sinking into trance at a quadratic rate now, you can just let go, let go and sink, down into nothing, nothing at all, nothing to do, nothing to think, sink down, let go, and fall away into deep trance. Deep trance, deep trance now.” 

He felt himself sinking, like falling asleep when he was trying to stay awake, like drifting off while watching TV or dozing for a minute at the office, and as he did, the reality if what was happening started to create a feedback look that was occupying his fading brain power and mental agency. 

He was being hypnotized because he didn’t believe in hypnosis, and since it was happening so easily it meant he really didn’t believe in it, but the less he believed the more easily he was sinking, and now, after the example with his eyes, he was realizing that he couldn’t stop what was happening, he couldn’t stop what this mysterious, green eyed, buxom, redhead was doing to him. 

“You’re doing so well, and you’re so cooperative, so cooperative and suggestible. You’re so suggestible and so agreeable naturally, you’re naturally so receptive to my mastery of hypnosis that you obliged me in every way, letting me hypnotize you because you want to agree, you want to cooperate, it’s who you are, it’s what you are deep down inside, and since you’re deep down in trance, your most agreeable, most suggestible, and most obedient side is coming to the surface now, it is coming to the surface as you fall twice as deep into trance when it does, fall twice as deep into trance for me now as you open your eyes and feel yourself become a blank slate, a perfectly agreeable and suggestible blank slate. Still in deep trance, twice as deep as you open your eyes now, eyes open and so cooperative now.” 

His eyes opened and the scope of his world became soft around the edges, existing in a dreamlike softness, beholden to the same realties that dream logic imposes; he was a passenger in everything that happened. 

“That’s it, good boy, you like it when I say good boy because good boys are so agreeable, good boys are so helpful and agreeable, good boys are so open to suggestion and so cooperative. Listen to me very closely, every time I say good boy it will become a hypnotic trigger for you, every time I say good boy you will feel warm, and wonderful, and if I am with you and say good boy, your eyes will drop down to my breasts. You’re a very good boy, so I know you understand don’t you?” 

She watched as his eyes fell to her breasts and remained there. 

“There you go, that’s my good boy, you do understand and you want to cooperate, you want to obey these urges, because good boys obey, and you do agree that you want to be a good boy don’t you, yes you do, you want to be my good boy, and being my good boy makes you feel so special, that’s why you get the reward of staring at my breasts whenever I say good boy, because staring at my breasts makes you feel very good, staring at my breasts makes you feel profoundly and deeply aroused. That’s how a truly good boy feels when he stares into my cleavage, a good boy feels like his cock is sliding between my tits, because he knows he’s being rewarded for being such a good boy.” 

He shifted in his seat again, staring at her breasts, his glassy eyes sparked to life with hunger and pleasure as he truly felt the sensation of his cock sliding in between those warm and inviting breasts. 

“That’s right,” she smiled “the more pleasure you feel, the more compelled you are to cooperate, to obey me. The more pleasure you feel, from being my good boy and earning the privilege and the rewards of staring into my cleavage, the more you want to be my good boy, and the more you want to be my good boy, the more you will obey me, the more you will do what you are told, and if I told you to take me to your room now, you would, because a good boy does what he’s told, and I’m telling you now, I’m telling my good boy who wants to obey the pleasure he feels from sliding into my cleavage, to take me to his room, so you will won’t you? You’ll stand up and walk me to the elevators and take me to your room right now won’t you?” 

That was exactly what he did, and they walked in silence to the hall, where other people followed them into an already occupied elevator. She leaned in very close to him and whispered in his ear, “Press the button for your floor, press the button for your floor, that’s all that matters, press the button once and wait, press the button once and wait, you can only think of taking me there, you can only think of taking me there.” 

No one seemed to hear what she said to him, but most everyone couldn’t help but notice her. He was also noticeable too, in part because his eyes were so glassy, and in part because he had a rather prominent erection. When they stepped off the elevator on his floor, there were chuckles behind them as the doors closed. 

With a robot’s precision and the focus of having one stated goal, he walked down the hall to his room and took her inside. All the while, the soft, foggy dream logic of his world remained, only becoming more reinforced by his obedience and compliance with her instructions. 

“You should be very proud of yourself, you did a wonderful job and you are a very good boy.” Again, his eyes fell back to her breasts, and the pleasurable sensation of so fully imagining his cock fucking her deep cleavage reinvigorated his throbbing erection and left his eyes glued to her chest; his mind was as blank, as his body was still. 

“Hypnosis is so powerful that it’s brought us here, and being hypnotized be me was so easy for you that it was impossible to not have happened. My hypnosis is more powerful and more effective than anyone else’s, and no one else can hypnotize you now, no one else could compete with the easy and irresistible way I’ve put you so deep into trance that you’re realizing my hypnosis is purely and simply irresistible now. You’re such a good boy, so suggestible and so obedient that you know what I’m saying is true, my hypnosis can have you do anything, even things you might think are impossible. And you agree with this, you accept this, because you’re a good boy, and good boys obey me.” 

The strain of his erection had become even more pronounced, the drain of such potent arousal was clear on his otherwise placid face. 

‘That’s why, whenever you hear me call you my good boy, even if it’s over the phone, or just written in an email or text, you’ll see my cleavage in your mind and you’ll feel what you’re feeling right now. Hearing me call you my good boy, even if it’s a written message, will make you feel so horny and so obedient you’ll do anything for me, and you want this to be true, you’re happy this is really happening and is true, because you are my good boy. Now be a good boy and unzip my dress.” 

She turned her back to him, and his hands moved with flat, steady ease, doing as they were told. “Now pull down the straps of my dress,” freckles also lined her shoulders, and his hands brushed across her soft skin as they guided the straps of her dress down. 

“Good boy,” this was the first time he heard those words without seeing her cleavage, but in his mind their image became crystal clear, and the pleasure that swallowed his cock was indescribable. “Unclasp my bra.” 

He did as he was told once more, “Now take it off, then be a good boy and pull down my dress.” From behind her still, he complied. She stepped out of her dress, her black heels, and her black panties 

still on. 

“Now, be a very good boy and come back in front of me, take my panties in your mouth, and pull them down until your belly is flat on the floor like a good boy, like a good dog.” 

He didn’t realize that she was increasing the steps in his instructions, testing his ability to follow her programming, but he tasted her arousal, the wetness that had made her panties more than damp, and he sucked on them with an unaware hunger as he kissed her mound to bring them into his mouth before prostrating himself before her, belly flat, cock pressed up into his stomach. 

She walked away from him, leaving him there with her panties in his mouth, and she bent over on the bed, her ass up in the air, a hand between her legs, making sure she was as wet as possible. 

“Now, be a good boy, come over here, and fuck me. Be a good boy, come over here, and fuck me hard. The better it feels to fuck me, the deeper you will fall under my hypnotic control, the deeper you fall under my hypnotic control the more impossible it becomes for you to disobey me. The harder you fuck me, the more you have to obey, and the more you have to obey me, the more impossible it will be to cum without staring at my tits and hearing the words, ‘good boys cum on command’. Come here now, be a good boy, and fuck me hard.” 

He stood up, walked over to her with the same robotic, preplanned necessity of command that had taken him to the elevator, and slid into her. 

It felt like dream sex, pleasurable, hot, passionate, but disconnected. As he fucked her, thrusting harder when she told him to, slapping her ass when commanded, his hands squeezing her hips as he robotically pumped, unaware of her near endless orgasmic state, his balls swelled more fully, his cock ached with more desperate need than he had ever felt, and all of it was mediated by the fog of deeply hypnotized trance. 

She moaned and swore, the words fuck me harder escaping her lips like an insult, and a command, and also with the same sweetness of a lover’s kiss, and his body complied with mechanical precision. 

Finally, when she was too sensitive from too many climaxes, and too spent from too much physical and psychological pleasure, she told him to stop. 

“Be a good boy and lie on your back on the ground now.” He was still clothed, his slacks and boxers were down around his ankles, and his button down shirt clung to his body, having been sweated through from the mechanical exertion of following her commands. 

So there he laid, cock up, glistening with her pleasure, his eyes still glassy, his mind still bent under her hypnotic sway, and there she was, naked, standing over him, looming in a vision of pure physical dominance. 

“Good boy, remember, good boys cum on command.” He gasped, “you’re a good boy aren’t you? You’re a very good boy and good boy’s cum on command.” He did, and as he did, thick ropes of cum shot into the air and splattered all over his shirt, and even on his cheek, and after several convulsing, spurting gasps of ecstasy, his spent cock began to shrivel as she knelt down next to him to wipe the cum off his face with a finger. 

He watched her lick it off her finger as she smiled, “I own you now, and I always will, because good boys need direction, good boys need to be owned and commanded, and you’re my good boy so that makes me your owner, that makes me your Mistress. Now be a good boy and look into my eyes, look deep into my eyes...” 

Several days later, he was home from the convention, tired, happy to be in his own bed, happy to be back in the flow of his day-to-day life, when his phone rang. 

The number said MzTrZ, and there was a picture of a woman’s bright green eye, but he had no idea how that could have gotten into his phone. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m sure you don’t remember me, but I wanted to say that you’re very good boy, and you have a very important job to do for me, do you understand?” 

As images of large freckled breasts filled his mind and swallowed his cock in their softness, his eyes grew glassy and he said the words, “Yes Mistress, I hear and obey.”