Shape of Surrender

“Hello Peter, it’s wonderful to meet you,” Dr. Angelica Burke’s warm smile and easy poise was remarkably and naturally disarming. Her dark brown eyes, touched by crow’s feet around the edges, were curious and welcoming, and her closed lipped smile revealed natural, and well earned smile lines at the corners of her mouth. “Why don’t you sit anywhere you’d like, and we can talk a little bit about why you’re here, and what I do.”

Her reddish, dark brown hair was up in a simple bouffant, with wavy strands that framed her round face, and she was wearing a simple, light gray flannel skirt suit with a creamy white button up blouse, and it fit well, showing off her wide hips, her pronounced chest, and accentuated both her natural height and her posture. In her black heels, which Peter noticed as he sat on the couch and subconsciously looked down at her feet, she was just above eye level with him.

Dr. Burke was a mature, tall, and curvaceous woman, and all of that enhanced her welcoming energy, and accepting aura. Peter felt like he’d wholly entered her space, and when she talked to him, he felt swept up in her attention. There was an uncanny flattery to being the center of her focus, and she stood over him, looking down at him, before he looked up from feet to meet her gaze.

That was when he noticed that the top button of her button up blouse was lower than he realized, and that it was unbuttoned. She was revealing, he couldn’t help but notice, a great deal of her great deal of cleavage.

“I assume you know that while I can practice any number of therapeutic modalities with you, my primary focus is the use of hypnosis.” She smiled at him, pulled up her chair, unbuttoned her blazer, and sat down with her legs crossed and a clipboard with a pen on her knee. “I use a complex and progressive model of hypnotherapy to create and expand an open dialogue between us, and your inner self to help with emotional awareness, need, and personal interrogation while cultivating a stronger observer self in you, helping you to have a healthier and more complex sense of emotional control.”

Peter nodded along, following the confidence in her voice, and feeling like he was grasping at least most of what she was saying, or at least recognizing the words and the context all while trying not to stare even more intently at her chest.

She smiled at him, a patient smile that made her warm and powerfully focused gaze that much stronger and more welcoming. Making eye contact with her made him feel like the world around them was closing down to just the two of them. “In other words, I hypnotize you to bypass the parts of you that get in the way of your health, happiness, and wellbeing, and then we build those parts up to replace, mitigate, and remove your unhealthy patterns of thoughts and feelings. So, do you feel comfortable with that approach? If you don’t, we can do other modes, but this is my specialty, and I believe that it can help you if you try it.”

Being caught in her gaze, meeting her deep, dark brown eyes, was like being a deer caught in the headlights of a car, but instead of the shock of bright lights, it was the welcoming warmth of compassion. His awkward, distracted thoughts of not wanting to be caught staring and getting lost in her deep cleavage faded away. Her eyes were full of empathy and as he stared deeper while she explained, feeling that this was where he was supposed to be staring, not down at her remarkable breasts, listening to her easy, soothing confidence, he felt like agreeing with her. He felt like he wanted her energy in his life.

“I guess? I’ve never been hypnotized before, or really been to a therapist before, I’m just willing to try anything if it will help me feel… I know we talked on the phone, but really… I just want to feel… normal again?”

She folded her hand over her pen, flat on the clipboard, and his eyes followed that motions, then got caught by the perfectly framed picture of her soft breasts and deep cleavage, soft and deep, and welcoming, just like her eyes… Eyes he looked back into, where he saw deep and profound care, then he saw a keen and knowing smile on her lips. “Well I’m happy to say that hypnosis can be very easy and natural when you open yourself up to it,” she sat with her shoulders back ever so slightly but it was enough to make her chest stick out and draw his eye again, but only for another glance, then he was staring deeper into her eyes than before,  “which you’re doing because you’re here, and there’s no such thing as normal.”

He knew what she meant, but before he could try and correct himself, she nodded along with his unspoken thoughts. “How we feel day to day changes, but we do have a baseline where we can and do feel comfortable with ourselves, and calm and collected in our own minds and bodies, which…” 

The smile moved from her lips to her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous enthusiasm. Her thought hung and she picked up her pen, tapped it on the clipboard, then set it back down again, and as she did, his eyes followed the moevent, and fell down into her cleavage until the pen was down, then he was looking up into her eyes, seeing her smile sympathetically. “Happens to be one of hypnosis’s most organic strengths, and something I also naturally specialize in as a result.”

Peter realized he was hanging on her every word, caught up in her deep dark eyes, and he felt like she was holding him with her gaze, holding him gently as she also stared deeply into his eyes… until she started to play with her pen again, then he was staring at the soft, warm expanse of her breasts, more specifically her deepening cleavage.”

“We all want to feel calm in ourselves,” she tapped the pen as she set it back down on her clipboard, and Peter’s focus snapped back into her deep, dark brown eyes. “And we all want to feel peace of mind when we’re alone with ourselves, and one of the reasons hypnosis can be so easy when you’re open to it is that it can just happen.”

As she spoke, he felt a soft, fuzzy calm in the back of his mind, like being happily sleepy and content. He felt his eyes flutter ever so slightly as he realized his gaze had wandered back down to her breasts again.

“I didn’t have to tell you to look deep into my eyes, like you are now. And I didn’t have to ask you to relax and let yourself go, or focus on your breathing for us to begin.”

Again, her eyes, her deep, dark brown eyes sparkled with knowing and encouraging mischief, and as he blinked, noticing how softly detached and relaxed he was starting to feel. He had looked back up into her eyes automatically, and  he felt himself blush under her gaze, and with nervousness.

She must have seen him staring at her breasts, but that wasn’t what he was thinking. He shifted a little both from his surprising start of an erection, and from nervousness both about his body and what she had just done. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear away the soft lingering touch of trance, “How did you do that?”

“Relax Peter,” she picked up her pen and tapped it on the clipboard and his eyes moved to follow the motion, and this time as she continued speaking, her tone growing softer, his eyes became heavier, and stayed fixated on her deep cleavage,  “some things naturally happen in conversation, and naturally happen when you talk to a hypnotist. Now, just look deep into my eyes and focus on the sound of my voice.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement at his nervous shifting, and she laughed as he realized he was looking around the room, and not into those deep, dark, sparkling eyes… straining also not to stare mouth agape at her luscious, full breasts.

He laughed in response to her laugh, and for fear that he’d been caught staring at her tits yet again, because as he realized he was trying not to stare, his eyes had moved back to them, but when she spoke, that concern fell away yet again.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. But fundamentally hypnosis is a state of singular focus and physical relaxation wherein you become more receptive to suggestion, both from external and internal sources. The conscious mind, or the waking self, when in trance, becomes less critical while the subconscious, which is always receptive and open, takes over. You don’t have two parts of your brain, this is just a description of how we function. And when you intently pay attention to someone…like you are focusing on me now…” 

She nodded as she spoke, and steadily tapped her pen on the clipboard. The tapping, and the shift of her head, and he might have even thought the shift of her eyes down as she nodded, kept redirecting his gaze back to her tits any time he looked up into her eyes. “And when you try not to get nervous… as you are trying so hard and using so much of your mind and awareness now…” 

He’d tried to politely stay looking deep into her eyes, and every time he looked down, he felt his own eyelids getting heavier and heavier. “ You tend to open yourself up to trance more naturally and easily.”

Her breasts were large, and looked wonderful in whatever bra she was wearing that was hefting them up, and her lightly tanned skin stood out wonderfully against the color of her blouse and the gray of her blazer. “ Because your conscious mind just tires itself out and needs to rest when it gets hypnotically overwhelmed.”

Her tits were truly beautiful and full, and they enhanced her warm, welcoming, and compassionate voice and aura. He stared deep into her cleavage, as deeply as he’d stared into her eyes, and felt his heavy, tired eyelids starting to flutter.

He did need to rest.

He did feel hypnotically overwhelmed.

“You were paying attention to every word I said, and you were doing little things we all do to try and manage our nervousness, so you were focused and trying to relax, but the more you focused on trying to relax, the more aware of how much you needed to relax, and that is just mentally exhausting to the point of fatigue, does that make sense?”

He nodded. He felt wrapped up in her, and while he was still nervous about how he kept staring at her breasts, any time the thought came to his mind and he forced himself to look into those welcoming, kind, and understanding eyes again, he just got lost and stared until something made his gaze drop back down to her tits… like blinking and feeling how heavy his eyelids were… and how warm, and soft her breasts were.

He had to look up into her eyes, but he could just sink down into her cleavage.

“And as a hypnotist, and I feel like you’ll understand this, even when I don’t mean to, I can still accidentally, or subconsciously use the skills I have to help people naturally make their way into trance. I can lead their eyes, lead their mind, and build off the natural things they do, and use those behaviors to just easily help them…”

She didn’t move her pen, or shift her gaze, she just sat, looked deep into his eyes, and smiled, then nodded ever so slightly as she said “Focus, relax, and drop.”

HIs eyes focused on her breasts, he relaxed as he stared, and then dropped all pretense of not staring down into her cleavage. HIs eyes closed, his head tilted forward, and he felt a wave of relaxation and peaceful heaviness wash over him.

“Open your eyes and look deep into my eyes now,” she laughed a soft, encouraging, and understanding little laugh, like she would laugh at a puppy’s antics, and it was the hardest thing in the world to look back into her eyes. It was hard to pull himself up from the soft, warm, welcoming, deeper darkness of her voice… like her cleavage that was still floating in his mind's eye, ethereal as he’d drifted. ”Sit up straight and look deep into my eyes again Peter.

When he made eye contact with her again, once again her deep, dark brown eyes swallowed him whole. He found himself sitting bolt upright and wholly focused on her eyes. Part of him, instinctively, tried to look away, yearning to stare at her breasts again, but he simply could not look away from her eyes.  ”I’m sure you can imagine how easy it is for me, when I try, to make it very easy for my subjects to find themselves staring deeper into my eyes as everything else starts to fade away.”

She nodded again and he nodded again as he stared deeply into those deep, dark eyes again… until they flittered down towards her chest as she tapped the pen, and his eyes fell helplessly back to her deep cleavage. “And it feels natural too, doesn’t it? Just to stare deeply, noticing the sound of my voice becomes more clear as everything else becomes softer and quieter in the background of your narrowing awareness now, deeper down between the sound of my voice and softness now, doesn’t it?”

She nodded with every question, and Peter nodded along in agreement as the sound of the pen’s steady, monotonous tapping grew softer and softer as he stared deeper and deeper into her cleavage as her breasts seemed to grow larger and larger.

“And it’s easy to let go of everything else at those fading edges now, isn’t it? Easier to focus on the sound of my voice and just sit back than to try and pay attention to everything, and the soft, heavy, blurry edges of your fading, falling, sinking awareness now, sinking deeper into the warm, comforting softness….”

Peter felt his body slump back into the couch as his eyes stayed focused on her rising and falling breasts, falling into her breathing, his mind sinking deeper into her cleavage “Of my voice,” as everything else fell away into muffled, unfocused softness.

“And when you’re ready to just close your eyes and sink into deep trance for me, it will just happen. And until your mind and body are ready to just let go, sink back, and drop deeper. You can notice now just how deep and dark my eyes truly are if you want to look back up and into them, or you can keep sinking deeper down into, warm, welcoming… deep… heavy… softness now.”

Peter had looked up into her eyes, not choosing to, just following her voice, but when she said down, his eyes drifted back to her breasts as easily as blinking.” As he did, as he just fell to the growing weight of his own heavy head, and by the gravity of her breasts, he let out a soft, breathy sigh of pleasure as his erection, now full, throbbing in his pants. 

“You can look up to see how the brown of my irises gets deeper and darker the longer you stare,” her words pulled his eyes back up again, “almost like my pupils are getting bigger now that you see just how deep and dark…” 

Her eyes, as her breasts had seemed to earlier, swallowed him up, and he fought not to just let his own eyes close, “ So dark, like midnight sleep…”

He blinked, and she tapped her pen again, causing his eyes to drop down to her breasts.

“Deep sleep.”

Peter’s eyes closed and everything felt wonderfully soft, and quiet, and relaxing as a wave of warmth washed over him from head to toe, much stronger than before.

“Good, now as you sit with me I want you to just look inward towards how you feel now. Look inside and notice how easy it is as you follow the sound of my voice away from your outer self, and deeper into the sound of my voice as it fills your quiet, sleeping mind. Notice how good it feels to do this, follow the pleasure of deep trance. It does feel very good doesn’t it, Peter?”

He let out a little, warm moan, following the permission she was giving him to feel good.

“I didn’t quite hear that, please let me know if you’re finding deep trance with me pleasurable and easy to sink deeper into now, Peter.”

His bones felt warm and loose, like his body was melting in the best way, “Yes, it does.”

“Good Peter, thank you for being such a good subject. We’re here together now, working on relaxing you, opening you up, and making you feel good about just letting go and being who you are. Hold on to the sound of my voice…”

He felt her move and sit down next to him, “Just like I’m holding your hand now, and lead me deeper into your mind.”

She held his hand gently with one hand and stroked the back of his hand with the other, “That’s it, deeper down now, deeper and deeper down into your core. Open up and lead the way past all the parts of yourself that judge and think, that criticize and condemn you with self awareness.”

She kept stroking his hand, but slowed it down to match his breathing, and without a word from her about it, he found himself breathing deeper and slower in time with her caress. She pulled his hand ever so gently, and his body fell into hers, his head coming to rest on her breasts, and she cradled him there, not speaking, only stroking his hand as she gently rubbed the base of his neck.

He felt like there was a hole in the back of his mind that he was falling into, falling backwards and down into a deepening blackness, physically moving through himself and taking her with him, leaving the parts of himself she talked about behind. Leaving his body in her arms, and taking her words deep into his soul.

“You’re doing so well, you’re a natural at this, and I can tell we’re there now, deep in the heart of who you truly are and who you want to be. This is the core of your true self, and for you to be you, this part of you moves upwards through your layers of conscious and unconscious awareness.”

He was lost in her words, and he felt a deep, undeniable pleasure building up between his legs. Part of him, on some deep and primal, subconscious level knew she had started stroking his cock instead of his hand, but his body was too far away from himself to truly enjoy it, or stop it. 

“Passing through those layers changes you and tempers you. It also slows you down and gets in your way, because what you want collides with what you’ve learned. And here, with hypnosis, we can connect you to this place and create a new path for your inner self and your deeper truths. This part of you can conquer anxiety and apprehension, this part of you can be fearless and decisive, and even more than that, this part of you can simply be. And don’t you just want to be yourself, Peter?”

He shuddered and moaned, aching to feel and be what she described.

Dr. Burke’s voice was so soft, and she was so gentle and caring with him. He felt her closeness, her energy wrapping around him, and a tenderness he had not expected radiating through her hands and up into his body. His cock was no longer in his pants, but in her hand, and as she stroked him so softly and slowly, too gently and slowly to make him cum, he felt her pulling him into her aura more and more, like a warm fire on a cold night, and everything about her was softness.

She was softness and he was hard. He was sinking into her softness, engulfed in her.

“I need you to answer me Peter, do you want to be yourself?” 

She spoke softly and with an undeniable patience that told him she knew exactly how he felt, and what he needed. He understood the touch of mischievous enthusiasm he’d seen in her eyes, and in her approach; what he was feeling was both euphoric and deeply, profoundly and intoxicatingly relaxing. If she’d told him this was how he would feel, he wouldn’t have believed her or been able to reach this place.

And he never would have thought he’d wanted her to play with him this way, to make all of him, inside and out feel like this.

“I want to be myself.”

He felt a heavy weight lift from his mind, and his body, and he let out a deep sigh after he spoke. His balls were starting to ache with steady, pent up arousal, and he felt like he was on the knife’s edge of his cock following the rest of his body, and his mind… but it was so far away, and it felt so good, all he could do was simply be… Be what she was helping him to be…Be himself, and that self was lost in her now.

“I know you do, it’s what we all want, and what we all strive to be and struggle against every day. Now listen very carefully Peter. Everything we are is made up of our inner self, and our outer self. Everything we are is informed by awareness of the self, and all of our awareness is critical, so the only way to truly be what we are is to wholly give ourselves over to oblivion. Let go of listening, let go of thinking, let go of sleeping, and being awake. Let go and let yourself fall even deeper into the sound of my voice. I’ll catch you when you fall, and I’ll hold your truest self and show you how to be yourself fully and completely.”

A great, hot, deep, orgasmic relief shuddered through him from head to toe, and he was only briefly aware of the feeling of cloth wrapping around his cock as she spoke. He exploded from his core, and as he did, he heard her saying the words, “Fully and completely” over and over again while her hand milked him dry.

Peter felt himself falling deeper into the hole in his mind, until…

“...and to help you anchor this state of self, I am going to give you a verbal trigger and a sense memory to help you. You are very open right now Peter, open and vulnerable, because to be our truest selves is to be vulnerable. And you are also vulnerable because deep trance with someone you trust, and you do trust me to go this deep and be this open and vulnerable, is its own powerful vulnerability. Suggestion is a part of vulnerability, and you are very hypnotically suggestible now.”

He floated in warmth and calm, only aware of her voice as she continued, the whole of his body was weightless and formless.

“The sense memory trigger I am going to give you is a smell, because smell is the sense most powerfully associated with memory, and the way I am going to give you this trigger is to say the word remember and have you inhale deeply through your nose to anchor it. And since you feel so wonderful and open and trusting with me, it’s going to be so easy for you to trust me to do this, to help you, and to give you this trigger that will help us now, and in future sessions.’

He felt her gently brush his lips with a finger, and he opened his mouth, “Close your mouth, let your lips feel natural as they touch, feeling so relaxed as you focus on just breathing through your nose. Now as you focus on inhaling through your nose, notice how your jaw relaxes, making it so easy to fully and completely breathe out through your mouth. In through your nose, nice and deep, and out through your mouth, easily and fully, This is to help you fully breathe in the anchoring scent, and to help your body recognize and remember just how relaxing it is.”

What she said made sense, because she said it. Why else would she be saying or doing anything that wasn’t to help him? And as he found himself thinking those agreeable thoughts, he noticed how his body was relaxing even more, feeling every exhale causing him to melt more and more into the couch.

His whole body was loose, almost numb with relaxation, and he felt her straddle his face. He breathed in her arousal, her heat, her desire, and it flooded his nose. He heard the word “remember” repeated over and over in his ears… and then in his mind, made him stop thinking or wondering, and just sort of… fade between her legs.

He did not try to kiss her, or run his tongue over her wetness that pressed against his lips, he just breathed deeply, inhaling her, becoming intoxicated with her arousal.

At some point as he lay down on the couch, unaware of what had happened, Dr. Burke had said, “Whenever you hear me say the word Remember, and you smell this scent, this powerful, potent, and primal irresistibly appealing scent, you will repeat the word back to yourself, and remember how it feels to be in this deeply hypnotized state.”

He lay there listening, open and agreeable, and he heard her let out a soft, warm and contented sigh, “Will you remember that Peter?”

Her words came from where she had been sitting, not from above him, as she was no longer mounting his face.

His eyes were still closed, and as she spoke, he felt her fingertip brush under his nose, soft, and touched with warmth and wetness. “I will remember, Dr. Burke” and the truly tantalizing and relaxing scent she’d rubbed under his nose made everything disappear into the darkness.

“You’ve done so well today Peter,” he was lying on the couch, flat on his back, and as his eyes opened he realized he’d been drooling, and that he was truly disoriented. Without thinking, or any critical awareness, he stared at Dr. Burke’s breasts, his eyes watching their stead rise and fall with her very deep breathing… losing himself in warmth and softness… feeling a tingling in his cock as her cleavage started to pull him deeper… “Close your eyes, and tell me how you feel.”

“I uh… wow, um… have I been drooling?” He wiped his mouth and tried to sit up, but felt the need to just lie still for a moment and try to center himself.

“Oh it happens, but only for people who go very deep and respond very well. Think of it as a testament to your desire to change and your willingness to improve. Open your eyes and just take a deep breath to center yourself.”

He did, and he stared at the ceiling, his mind quiet and his thoughts subdued under a blanket of deep and undeniable peace.

“Look into my eyes,” she stood up and stood over him, and he looked up to see a soft, easy, and encouraging smile that matched her tone. “Take a few moments to settle and collect yourself here, and come out when you’re ready. I always book extra time for new clients, but you were so good that you have plenty of time to just…”

She looked deep into his eyes and held his gaze, “Relax.”

The word was so soft and strong, and so undeniable that Peter felt his eyes close on their own, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. The exhale was a sigh, a deep sigh that came up from his core, and he took a deep breath in through his nose.

The heady scent in the air snaked into his mind and down his spine, leaving him docile and content to just lie still and sink into the couch.

“I would stay and talk with you more, but you’re still very much in a place where even the sound of my voice could keep you deeply in trance. So just rest here, and you’ll come out when you’re ready.”

Her voice faded and he heard her walking away.

His eyes opened briefly, just long enough to notice she had buttoned her blouse back up and that the top most buttons looked strained, but the thought fell out of his head as he drifted into the soft oblivion between being awake and asleep. A few minutes later he was back up on his feet, feeling rested and recharged, and on his way home, with another appointment on the books.

“Hello Peter, it’s very good to see you and I’m so happy you chose to continue with your appointment. Many people cancel after booking their next appointment, and sometimes it’s a real disappointment when I know that hypnosis can help them like I know it can help you.” She was wearing a black, ankle length skirt and a white and pale blue vertically striped button down blouse, with a low neckline, and long sleeves that were rolled up to her elbows. 

Her hair was back behind her ears, and there was a sparkle in her deep, dark brown eyes. “Other times people not following up is a helpful filter. But I’m so very glad you’re here because I felt that we had a truly strong first session.”

He nodded in agreement and smiled, and found himself staring at her chest, noticing that the top most button, which was low given her low neckline, was unbuttoned. He had a sense of deja vu as he stared at her large breasts, staring at the generous display of her deep cleavage, and  remembered that Dr. Burke was a curvaceous woman, but he didn’t seem to consciously remember her breasts being so large, or so visible. If anything, he could barely consciously remember any of the details of their first session, only that it was good.

While he had  been thinking a lot about his first session, at least what he remembered of it, especially that irresistible scent. He seemed to recall, after a day or so, that whatever she’d had him smell had been strong, and it was familiar, but his memory told him that it was a deeply relaxing, and welcoming scent, even if he couldn’t place it, or consciously remember more than he did.

A welcoming scent floated up like perfume and wrapped around him.

He could just forget what he forgot, and remember what he remembered, and he could always feel relaxed and safe in Dr. Burke’s office. He knew he could just trust her and… He knew he was smiling, lost in warm, distant, fuzzy peace as he stared vacantly at her tits, but it didn’t matter.

“How was your week?” She moved her chair over to the couch and sat down before he did. It made him feel briefly awkward as he stood there, staring down her top, and when he realized what he’d been doing, he sat down before he answered her.

She just smiled patiently, and he knew that she was used to people trying to find their mental bearings and being in open and vulnerable mental spaces. He felt, no, he knew in his bones that Dr. Angelica Burke was a patient and understanding woman, and she would not judge him for his weaknesses as long as he did the work to grow and change.

He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did.

“It’s been, I don’t know, maybe more peaceful? I don’t quite know what we did last session, I feel like…”

She held up a hand, “Why not just take a deep breath, look deep into my eyes, and focus on the sound of my voice for a moment.”

He sat still and felt his shoulders drop ever so slightly as he stared deep into her eyes. He hadn’t been staring at her tits when she said those words to him, and the sound of her voice, the sound of what she said, the way it felt, pulled his focus deep into her dark brown eyes.  

“Just let yourself listen to my words and take a moment to breathe in through your nose, nice and deep, and breathe out any hidden anxieties or doubts, or any wonders or concerns, letting yourself leave them outside of this moment.”

Peter found it very easy, as her eyes started to grow deeper and darker the longer he stared, and as he breathed in deeply through his nose, he caught a hint of… was it musk? The pungent, intimate, smell of damp, sweet, heat, filled his nostrils, but before he could respond to what he first thought he was smelling, like breathing in a whiff of sex, it became the welcoming, and soothing perfume he'd smelled just moments before.

Peter blinked as he stared deep into her eyes, and he felt a wave of warmth radiate out from her as he saw the smile lines around her lips and her crow’s feet as she smiled at his response.

It felt good to see her smile, it felt good to know he was doing well, and when her eyes shifted down as she brushed absentmindedly at her blouse, his focus fell into her deep cleavage. He felt his chest drop as he let out a long, relaxing exhale, and for a brief, quiet moment, he stared at her breasts and followed her deep, slow breathing.

“I did not give you any behavioral suggestions, and I doubt I will give you any this session either, especially not suggestions we do not discuss and plan together. I will, however, help you further deepen and understand your receptiveness to trance, since you are naturally very capable of going very deep with me.”

He felt his chin starting to droop, and noticed that even while his lips were closed, his jaw was relaxing. As he took an even deeper breath through his nose, he felt less like he was doing a breathing exercise, and more like a dog trying to find a scent. As the soothing, intimate, erotic scent  wafted up into his nostrils again, the wave of serenity, the calming fragrance, made him breathe out a yawn and close his eyes.

“For some people, they always need a measured and precise induction to help them step away from their outer selves and open up to stepping into their inner selves. Even very strong subjects, like you, sometimes need more than the anchor and the sound of my voice. But it looks like you’re sinking down already. And while that is very flattering, you can just relax…” 

The word carried and she stretched out the ‘a’ sound. It was nice, it was familiar, and it felt good. Just the smooth, soothing sound of her voice, the measured, warm tone made him feel safe and open and very comfortable with her. 

“And open your eyes, looking deeper and deeper into the softness as you let everything else drift away from the sound of my voice.” He opened his eyes, grudgingly almost, until he stared so deeply into her eyes, so deep and dark, like her pupils were expanding into the irises, black turning into brown, brown turning into black… and his eyes fell down to her steadily rising and falling breasts, breasts that smothered his vision and embraced his mind with…

Softness.

She hadn’t told him to look into her eyes, she’d said softness, and consciously he didn’t realize that, but it didn’t matter what he consciously thought, he stared at the enthralling, compelling sight of her breasts and her deep cleavage… while he didn’t even consciously realize his mouth was watering.

He swallowed, breathed in deeply through his nose, and as the overpowering musk intoxicated him before it became a fragrant wisp of soft, sleepy, dreamy warmth, he had to fight to keep his eyes open… staring deeper into the softness of her breasts.

“That’s it, let everything else drift away from the sound of my voice so there is just more room for us, just you and me. Just my voice, just the softness, and just your readiness, and willingness to sink deeper between…”

The word ‘between’ hung there, and in the silence, he took another eager and confused inhale, as she said ”Deep trance now.”

Peter’s eyes closed, and he felt himself slump back into the couch, down between her breasts, and back into the deepening darkness and emptiness in the back of his mind.

“Every time you fall deeper between my deep trancers, you fall deeper than the last time, and prepare yourself to go even deeper into my warm, welcoming, smothering softness the next time.” 

He didn’t so much inhale as he took a long sniff, and whatever that smell was, the soothing, relaxing, irresistible source of that scent was close. It was so close that it was permeating the air, and it tickled his nose every time he sought it out. The smell was strong, and he should have been able to name it, but after the tickle of his senses, it made him exhale more fully and completely every time, feeling the name for it, the memory of it, escape him except for the feeling.

The perfume was a feeling, and he couldn’t remember how to name it, or describe it. All he could do was breathe it in and surrender himself to the pleasure of being deep between her entrancers.

As his mind drifted into passive and pliable suggestibility, his cock became ridged and pronounced in his pants.

“And every time we use and share your anchoring scent, your memory of it and association with deep and necessary relaxation, and deep and satisfying pleasure gets that much stronger. And the stronger the relief of deep trance becomes, the softer, sweeter, and more pleasurable the anchoring scent becomes in your senses. Your olfactory receptors are changing the scent even now, responding to your mind and body’s pleasant, and necessary associations, and the strong, deep, physical pleasure and desire it awakens as it puts your mind into deep sleep. Do you understand and agree to this?” 

Peter’s cock twitched and he moaned.

“Yes, I thought you would.” He heard a soft, wet noise, and the scent was getting stronger as the noise grew more constant while she continued to speak. “The strong, potent scent, is now a powerful and soothing smell, and an aphrodisiac, and you will always remember this. You will remember that being hypnotized between my deep entrancers, being hypnotized by my eyes, and being hypnotized by the sound of my voice, and this scent, opens you and arouses you, equally and in unison. Do you understand and agree to this?”

He felt a wet fingertip brush under his nose, and he whimpered out a little “Yes” as his cock throbbed even harder and inhaled deeply through his nose.

“I’m so happy you see the value in this and are so open, willing, and good at accepting and internalizing everything I am doing to help you.” After a moment of quiet while he floated in the ether of her words and the wonderful lingering scent fluttering up his nose, he heard her shift slightly in her seat, and a potent blast of that wonderful scent wafted up and over him. 

It felt almost physical, like he was inhaling heavier air, and he slumped down into the couch. And while the scent sent a spike of confusion up his nose and into his mind, like trying to remember the name of a tune stuck in his head, it fell away when she asked him, “Do you remember?”

“I remember,” the words broke his already muted awareness into smaller pieces, like a half finished puzzle being swept back into the box, and he sighed with a deep and powerful relief as he fell away even deeper into the sound of her voice.

Mindlessly, he started to fumble with his pants, and in a dream he let his cock out to stand upright as he sank deeper into the couch.

“You’re doing so well, and this is exactly who you want to be. You want to be a good subject so that my hypnosis can help you, and create paths into your subconscious that your conscious mind can simply accept and defer to.”

He felt a delicate hand caress his cock, wet fingers tracing its underside, and then he felt her straddle his face. Slick, sweet, warm wetness pressed to his lips, but his mouth was shut. He inhaled deeply, breathing her in, and he fell away, until his conscious mind was only tangentially aware of what was said and done.

“You really are doing a fantastic job, and you can feel yourself agreeing to going deeper and opening yourself up more and more. Just remember how the anchoring scent grounds you and leads you deeper, because every time you sink into deep trance for me, deeper between my deep trancers too, you sink deeper than last time, and ensure you’ll go even deeper into hypnosis next time, and any time I hypnotize you in any way I choose. So this time is just a point you can remember for next time, a starting point for going deeper now, and then deeper later. And do you remember how good it felt when you went so deep last time?”

Peter took a deep breath in through his nose, and sighed  with contended, deep release as he felt his whole body melting, she lifted off of him enough for him to be able to say “I remember.”

His cock jumped with the echo and memory of a soul shaking orgasm, and it made him grunt and his hips buck as his erection became so hard it was near painful.

“Good.” She settled back down on him again, and her scent made him moan and lick his lips… of course, as it happened reflexively he found himself tasting her instead, tasting her scent on his tongue, and he started to lick her.

She let out a giggle and a moan, “Close your mouth now,  I want you to just focus on the sound of my voice, feeling what you continue to feel, and sensing and processing every calming, deepening and soothing sensation that guides you where you need to be.”

He sensed a desire for a response, and he managed a happy, sleepy, “Mmmmm.”

He would have said more, but he knew he could not, or should not open his mouth again.

“That’s it, just like that. And now that we have established an anchor, a pattern, and an expectation, we can begin to work on reinforcing the step in the pattern to help you fully embrace yourself, be who you need to be, and move forward with your life. But sometimes to move forward, we have to take steps we wouldn’t think of on our own, and sometimes we have to do things to show ourselves we are committed to the changes we need to make. And now, since you are in a safe place with me, and you trust me… you do trust me, don’t you Peter?”

Of course he did, he felt so open and so… vulnerable when she asked him about trust. He felt so ready to just do whatever she said, to follow her wherever she wanted to lead him… because… because… he couldn’t find the words, or the thoughts, he just tried to nod and mumbled his own happy, sleepy, warm, “I trust you.”

When he heard himself speak, it sounded more like “Hmmm, mmm hmm” because she pushed herself down on his face as he started to speak, and he tasted more of her, breathing in even more of her, and melting even more under her sway.

He felt her get off of him, and his head started to move after the scent, trying to follow it, but his body was too heavy and he laid flat on the couch, softly and reflexively whimpering. 

“I’m so glad, and I’m so very proud of you Peter. Now I trust you too, and we are partners in this. We need to share with each other, work together, and give to each other fully. For me to truly and deeply connect with you, and help you, I need you to connect with me, and share something with me, to do something with me and for me, to show me and to show yourself that you are truly open, willing, and ready to do the work. And I know you’ll be more than happy, more than willing, and more than ready to take this next step, so open your eyes for me and wake just enough to stay deeply in trance now Peter. OPen your eyes and look deep into my eyes now”

The darkness turned into a fuzzy, foggy sense of disconnection, and he opened his eyes to see Dr. Burke sitting with one leg crossed over her knee,and a soft, enthusiastic smile on her face. “Just follow the sound of my voice as my words lead you, and as you feel yourself being led, let your conscious mind defer to your subconscious, and give your subconscious mind permission to defer to me. Will you remember to do that for me when I ask you to do something very special for both of us Peter?”

“I’ll,” he felt strange and distant from himself, especially as he started to speak, and especially as he watched her unbutton her blouse, remove it, then take off the white bra with little pink dots that contained her large, hypnotic breasts. “Remember.”

The word came and went out of his mind, and his consciousness surrendered to forgetting what was happening while his subconscious would remember it perfectly.

When he agreed, he saw her pull her skirt up to reveal she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He stared at her bare breasts jiggling as she fingered herself deeply and slowly. He stared at her naked breasts, unable to truly look into her eyes that stared into his, staring through him with warmth, acceptance, encouragement, and pure pleasure, and unable to watch as she smoothly and vigorously pleasured herself.

As he watched her cum, then rub her wet fingers between her breasts, the scent of her sex, the scent that was his hypnotic trigger, took on an intimacy, like the perfume of a lover. He felt himself falling in love with her as he stared at her bare breasts, unable to move, or speak, only able to fall deeper between her entrancers, her breasts. 

It wasn’t something she’d said, or implied, and it wasn’t even something that made its way through his entranced conscious mind. It was simply the fact it was her scent, and her energy, and… he felt so safe and it was so easy to trust her without hesitation, to give himself to…

“Please sit up with your back against the couch, and be still.” His body moved at her command, and she straddled him, his cock pushed down by her skirts as she pressed her chest to his face. Her tits smothered him, her scent smothered him, and her voice smothered his mind yet again.

“We can break through some deep barriers I know you have, that you simply cannot consciously recognize. And since you do trust me, you will do this, won’t you Peter?”

He nodded and mumbled into her cleavage, and his tongue licked at her scent, licking up the wetness. She slid off her lep, and leaned back against the chair of the couch, guiding his head with her, and with her free hand, she slid it back between her legs, before moaning again, and rubbing the wetness on her nipple.

“Suck.”
He started sucking on her marked nipple, tasting her on his lips as he worshiped her breast, all while she prepared the other one, then guided his head to it.

Time had ceased to exist before he started to suck on her breasts, open and vacant as her words lost all meaning and simply became feelings and thoughts that filled the emptiness. 

Then, he was awake, awake, sitting up on the couch, his eyes coming into focus, staring into therapist’s eyes as her tits were wrapped around his cock. Up and down they moved, while her soft, welcoming, gentle eyes willed him into tranquility, her voice soft, “And the more fully your conscious mind simply defers to your subconscious, and as your subconscious defers and abdicates itself to…”

Her saw her see him wake up, and her eyes sparkled with shock and excitement, making her smile. 

“Dr. Burke, what are you…”

She pressed a wet, sweetly perfumed finger to his lips, and the scent made his eyes flutter and his words fall away form his mouth.

“Please Peter, you’re doing a wonderful job, and you trust me to tell you the truth, and I will. Please, just sink deeper between my entrancers, where you belong, where it feels so good to be, and call me Angelica, won’t you? All the work we’ve done, all the work you need to be yourself, is happening here, right here.”

She squeezed his cock between her tits, “Just sink deeper and let your outer self disappear to let your inner self be.”

His cock disappeared in between her tits, and he did too.

He felt his jaw loosen and his lips close, while a contented and relaxed smile crept over his face. This was the work, this was what he had to do to be who he wanted to be. And as she kept fucking him with her tits, she stuck sligh fingers under his nose, then in his mouth. 

“It’s okay Peter, I trust you, and you trust me. You remember that you need to show me, and show yourself you are doing the work, don’t you?”

He blinked, lost in the swirl of her powerful scent, the feel of her warm skin, and the softness of her words, and as she slid her fingers out of his mouth they brought out his voice, saying what she wanted him to say, “I remember.”

He did too.

The feelings of everything she’d said, and the experience of trance, but not the literal memory of every word consumed him as he agreed with her. It made his cock ache between her tits, and his balls seized with desperation. He was on the verge of exploding between her entrancers, erupting between her perfect breasts.

“It’s okay Peter, I trust you.”

His eyes were fluttering and his mind was soft, drifting into absence, abandoning him to simply feel.

“It’s okay, I know you want to. I want you to go further than you think you can.”

He didn’t know what she meant, but he felt it.

“I want you to do it.”

She slid her tits up and down him, and briefly let him see his cock, before it disappeared into her cleavage again

“Remember, Peter, remember.”

Everything went black as he came between her tits.

“Oh Peter, I’m so sorry,” he opened his eyes, flat on his back on the couch, fully dressed as she was, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Angelica leaned forward and reached out to take his hand, “You went so deep, I should have taken things more slowly with you. You just had a powerful hypnotic reaction, and disassociated completely. You could barely talk, and you asked me to let you stay that deep, you said you needed it, but I should have gone slower with you. How do you feel?”

He blinked, and then he was carried away on a tidal wave of mind numbing, deeply intimate relaxation. The scent was close to him, like it came off her fingers, off the back of his hand where she touched him, and he fell away 

“I want you to feel this way Peter, let it just happen, and feel it become natural. Defer to your subconscious and let yourself feel it happen. You don’t need your conscious mind to decide, especially when you have such powerful desires.. Such… overwhelming…”

Angelica’s words faded into the dark, and a short time later Peter came to on the couch, sitting upright, looking deep into her dark brown eyes. “...and you can remember what was important about this session, and you can remember what you need to remember, won’t you Peter?”

“Yes Angelica.” He took a deep breath in through his nose, breathing in the clean air of her office, and just a hint of her perfume, and for a second it seemed like something was missing… both in his memory and in the air… but it passed. He would remember what he needed to remember.

“Now, we’re on such a great roll together and I'd love to be able to book our first behavioral session next week, but I’m having some work done on the office. It’s unorthodox, but I would like to have you come to my home office for our next session, if you would be comfortable with that. I trust you to know where I live, would you be comfortable seeing me there?’

She didn’t have to ask, he stared unashamedly and obviously down into her cleavage as he said,  “I trust your judgment.”

Later, in the middle of the night, Peter woke up with an erection and a disoriented dream that lingered at the edges of his awareness. He thought he smelled something wonderful… something powerful, and familiar, and he tried to hold on to the scent as he started to masturbate.

He breathed in deep through his nose, trying to pull the scent out of his memory and make it manifest in the air, but it was gone. Still, he couldn’t stop masturbating until he finished, and he came hard, back to sleep.

It went on that way every night, sometimes twice a night, for the next week, and every time he woke up, then made himself fall back to sleep, he thought he could still smell it, the perfume, the scent, the fragrance of… he didn’t know, he couldn’t remember, and every morning he woke up with a memory of needing to masturbate to fall back asleep, but the details of everything were a blur.

There were flashes, impressions more than thoughts, of large breasts, but those fluttered away just like the sweet scent.

It didn’t bother him though, he was comfortable with just letting it all go, and even though he hadn’t gotten an uninterrupted eight hours any night, he still felt wonderful and complete. Peter had never felt more whole and more in touch with himself than he did that week, and by the time his appointment with Angelica… he knew he really should refer to her as Dr, Burke, but he felt so close to her that he couldn’t help it… he was excited and ready to do more and to go further.

Sometimes his mind would wander to her, and he’d realize that Angelica was a beautiful, compelling, and buxom woman. He’d have dissociative moments of daydreaming about her smile, her deep, dark brown eyes, and he’d wonder sometimes… his imagination drifting… to wondering just how big her breasts were, and what they might look like naked.

He never put his masturbatory fantasies together with his daydreams of her, and when he came close, or when he could almost remember the nature of that sweet scent, and that it was her scent, his mind would simply reject logic, and memory, and he’d forget himself in the satisfaction of being who and what he wanted to be.

She lived in a modest, but nice house in the suburbs, and when he knocked on her front door, she looked as surprised to see him, as he was to see her dressed in a flowing, low cut, yellow sun dress, and her look of surprise turned into an embarrassed smile.

“I wrote down the wrong date,” she took a step back from her door, “please come in, I’m so sorry. I’m so…”

He stepped inside and tried not to stare at her, but she was beautiful, and alluring, and warm, and her dress was falling off her remarkably large breasts  and… “Embarrassed. Here, I can take you to my office and I can change if…”

She was standing so close to him, and she smelled so… so… captivating, like she was reaching out to touch him just by being near him, and he could feel her body heat radiating off her skin… It should have been invasive, or uncomfortable, but his jaw relaxed, his lips closed, and he took a deep breath through his nose. The world went quiet and he felt a deep chord of arousal humming through his body as he stared down into her cleavage, his mind getting soft… his thoughts floating away as everything except her entrancing… 

Something about her was pulling him closer and she gave him a patient smile, “It’s okay to need a hug Peter. You’re feeling so much and doing so much, and if you don’t mind that I just finished my workout…”

She held out her arms and he walked into her embrace. He felt her body, strong, and soft, and welcoming wrap around him, and he breathed in her scent. Strong, soothing, and intoxicating. His eyelids grew heavy, his body seemed distant, while hers felt closer than close, and she held him, warm and close, and encouraging.

He felt his body melting and his mind slowing into nothingness, emptiness, deferring to the feelings that were filling his mind and body.

“You’re ready,” she broke her hug and looked deep into his heavy eyes, “Look into my eyes.”

He made eye contact with her, and she brushed her hand down his cheek. He felt just a touch of wetness, then breathed deep and felt the world fade at the edges. “Come with me to my office.”

Angelica’s words moved him without thought or without choice. He followed her into her office, and the sound of her voice and her scent wrapped around him in an inescapable, sleepy embrace that fogged his mind and made everything else except her disappear. Even his own thoughts were lost in the scent that wafted just out of reach of his ability to name it, making it all the more intimate and appealing. Every time his nose twitched, and the thin sliver of his conscious mind started to recognize it, its soothing, and alluring touch on him became stronger and more tantalizing.

He had become aroused when she hugged him and pressed her body so close to his, and now every heartbeat and every deep breath he took automatically through his nose was making him harder and harder. The phantom touch of her embrace and the feeling of her breasts pressed against him as she held him close, gently enveloping him in loving, welcoming, and supportive energy, made him feel as vulnerable and safe as it made him hard.

“Please,” she turned to face him once he was in her home office, then put her arms around his neck. “Look deep into my eyes Peter, and remember how much you trust me. Do you remember how much you trust me?”

She was all around him again, and he could feel the gentle pull of her on the back of his neck, “I remember how much I trust you.”

He said the words and stared at her breasts that were spilling out of her dress, and they were slowly getting closer and closer to his face.

“Just breathe deep, remember to just let your conscious mind defer to your subconscious, and let your subconscious just defer to the sound of my voice.”

He stood, bent forward with his face pressed deep into her cleavage, breathing deeply, and feeling his knees getting weak. Everything was so soft, and warm now, except for his cock which was getting harder while raw sexual heat pumped through it.

Deep in her cleavage, he smelled that irresistible perfume that made everything soft and quiet and peaceful.

“It’s okay Peter, I want you to do it, kneel for me.”

She was so sweet and so gentle as she said the words, and he sank down to his knees under her encouragement and her touch. Her dress fell from her shoulders and he stared up at her breasts as they towered over him.

“Lose yourself under the power of my entrancers, lose yourself under their hypnotic sway and let go.”

Her massive, naked breasts were his world… and then she was running her fingers between them and leaning in close, to shove his face between them.  

He took a hard, deep breath of her scent, and he tried to push away, but she was so much stronger than him in his state, and he gasped and took an open mouthed breath of her, tasting her scent on his tongue.

“Lick,” she let his face back just enough for him to breathe easily again. “Remember how much you trust me, and remember how much you need to show me, and show yourself this is working, real, and what you need. Lick.”

His tongue gently probed her armpit, tasting her sweat, tasing her scent, and he moaned in warm, submissive pleasure, feeling a part of himself fully let go and defer. She cradled him gently and giggled at the ticklish sensations as he continued to lick between her tits, then let him go.

“Angelica,” he looked up at her from his knees.

“Yes Peter?” She smiled down at him with her same patient, gentle smile, and slid her simple, plain white panties off. Panties that were so wet her heard them as she slid them down.

“I don’t understand.” The words came and went out of his mind, barely found and barely said, but absolutely true.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to understand Peter. You trust me. You trust me and you’re a very talented and very good hypnotic subject. In fact, since I want to help you I’ll help you understand as much as you can. You’re a natural, and there’s something special about you, something I’ve always looked for, something you have deep inside of you that you need me to bring out, something that will make you whole, and something I want. But change doesn’t happen overnight, or over a few sessions, and deep, powerful change doesn’t happen with demand. So I’m using techniques with you that I’ve been perfecting, to help you become what you want.”

As she spoke, she leaned in close and put her panties over his face so the soaked crotch covered his nose. It was intoxicating, and his cock pressed hard against his pants, desperate to escape. Angelica put one leg over his shoulder, then pulled his face into her crotch and hooked her leg behind him. “Remember, you want what I want, because you trust me. You remember that you want what I want, don’t you Peter?”
His answer was muffled by her crotch, but she stroked his head and said, “Breathe me in.”

He did exactly what she said, and she started to rub herself against his face, moaning ever so softly as she did. It didn’t take her long to climax, and he knew it because he heard her softly moan with satisfaction. His nose was already full of her scent, and he licked her warm, wet slit tenderly, until she moaned “Harder, the harder I cum, the harder you cum.”

“Breathe in how happy you make me Peter, breathe in how proud I am of you showing me what you are willing to do to be who you want to be, to be who I want you to become. And when I cum, you’ll cum, do you understand and agree?”

The feeling of her wet panties pressed against his face, against his nose, and her encouraging words mixed with the taste of her pleasure, and the deeply ingrained scent of deep, hypnotic relaxation, made it hard for him to answer, but she gave him just enough space to say, “Yes Angelica” before she pushed him gently onto his back.

“I want you to do this, and I want you to feel this way.” She sat down on his stomach and started to play with her clit.

“Look into my eyes, until you cannot look away from my entrancers. Lose yourself deeper in their softness until you cannot resist my eyes. The harder I cum, the harder you cum, and you will cum when I cum, do you understand and agree?”

When he said “Yes Angelica,” he felt his cock, still in his pants as he was still fully dressed, leap and get closer to the edge.

Her eyes were so soft and so deep, and so understanding that he could get lost in them forev… he was staring at her entrancers, her breasts that captured and held his gaze and he wished he could feel them around his cock again… 

Peter gasped and felt his hips arch, he was so close to cumming, so close to exploding, and all he could feel was his arousal. Her words moved through him, pulling his strings, controlling his body, and there was no choice or awareness of how he deferred to her so completely now, he simply listened and obeyed.

He was listening to her telling him gently, sweetly, and softly, that his life would be easier if he gave himself over to her as deeply as possible, and that he would be so much happier if he made her happy.

He was lost in her eyes, then powerless under the weight and size and shape of her breasts, and the constant presence of her panties, soaked with her essence, filling his nostrils destroyed any thought or any barrier he could have before he had it. He was open to her, wide open, vulnerable, and defenseless, and as he stared up into her deep brown eyes again, her gentle, loving smile pulled him even deeper out of himself and under her power.

He remembered the sparkle in her eye as she told him he wasn't thinking, and she told him he wouldn’t need to consciously remember anything that happened when she hypnotized him. He remembered her saying those words as he stared at her tits in the first session, and in the previous one. He remembered, as he stared at her bare breasts now, that he was deeply hypnotized so he wouldn’t remember, and he didn’t.

He just stared at her entrancers, as the sound of her voice told him that it was a gift he had to give when he surrendered to her, and submitted to her control. It was a gift he had to give by submitting to her hypnotic sway, and always being powerless to resist her eyes, her tits, and especially her scent.

Then he was staring into her eyes again, and what she was saying was like her scent, it just engulfed him and left him tranquil, and compliant as he cock throbbed and his balls ached more and more. He felt like the two halves of his brain were separating, like he was fracturing down to the core of his being, and all he could do was give in.

“I want you to do this, and I want you to feel this way” he’d found himself staring at her tits again, watching them rise up as she moved to straddle his face, “I want you to cum.”

He tasted her juices as she pushed herself down on his face, still rubbing her own clit as he licked her, tasting her cum as she pushed down hard. “Cum for me, you cum when I cum, and the harder I cum, the harder you cum.”

He did, and as he started to explode in his pants, she kept riding his face, and the more he tasted her, the stronger the post orgasmic shockwaves of her hypnotic suggestion to cum when she came hit him. If there was anything left inside his mind, anything that was not touched by her or vulnerable to her will, it was gone.

Angelica knelt down beside him and stroked his face, “This was a wonderful start. But we have so much more to do today and every day, because changing doesn’t happen all at once, and you have to commit to not changing back. You remember that don’t you? You remember that you need to be who I want you to be every day, don’t you Peter?”

“I remember.” He said the words to her entrancers, and his hand moved to rub his cock through the wet explosion in the front of his pants. 

Her taste, her touch, the sound of her voice, and the sight of her all captivated and enthralled him, “I have to be who you want me to be every day.”

“It’s true, you do, but please, let me help you with that.” She sat next to him, gently massaging his limp but eager cock through his pants before undoing his belt and letting it out. He stared at her tits, and then her eyes, then her tits, then her eyes, over and over as she worked him up into a full erection again, all while her panties were still covering his nose.

“You came at my command today, just from the association of my sweet, hypnotic scent. And that’s how you’ll always cum for me, unless I choose otherwise, you you understand and agree?”

She slid down on him, taking him inside of her, soaking his cock in her wet warmth, and started to ride him slowly. As his eyes closed and his body went limp, except for his dick, he mumbled the words “I agree.”