Who’s hypnoing who
Darren Mitchell was about to sit down with a bowl of popcorn in front of the television when his phone rang. “Hello?”
“Darren? Hey, it’s Carla. What’s going on in your part of the universe?”
“Nothing much, miss sunshine. Just getting ready to enjoy a snack and watch an old movie. What about you?”
“Well… I was wondering if I could come over. You see… it’s been a rough day. I need a little help to… relax. Think you could help out a friend?”
Darren thought for a moment. When Carla needed help “relaxing,” it usually meant investing most of an evening in the project. Which he usually didn’t mind doing, as the dividend was quite enjoyable. He did a quick mental inventory – two of his three work projects were already done, and he had the next two days off the get the third taken care of. And Carla was one of his best friends. “Sure, come on over,” he told her. “It’s not like I can’t play this DVD another time. Shoot, you might even like it.”
“Thanks, Darren. You’re a real prince. See you in about 45 minutes?”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” Hanging up the phone, Darren looked around his living room / den. Knowing what it took for him to “relax” Carla, he moved the narrow coffee table over to the side of the room and tossed several large, soft pillows on the floor. He had just finished lighting some candles when the doorbell rang.
“Thanks for remembering,” Carla said when she followed him into the room. “I don’t know why, but this kind of 70’s hippie setting always helps me to relax when I come over.”
“And what do you know about 70’s hippies, Carla? You weren’t even born until 1981!”
“Yeah, but my parent’s didn’t leave the 70’s behind until I was in junior high. Remember, mom tried to name me ‘Honeysuckle’ instead of Carla! And no, we didn’t live in a commune of some sort, but mom and dad sure liked the setting back then. But enough of that,” she said while sitting down on the second biggest pillow in the room. “Darren, I could really use some help tonight. Any chance you could… take me deep?”
“I think that could be arranged,” he replied, doing his best to hide a sly smile. Whenever he’d “taken her deep” in the past, it usually included much more than simple breathing exercises. Strangely enough, Carla had been the one to broach the idea of sex while hypnotized, on the condition that Darren did nothing to block her memory of events. (While he had made extra money over the years as a stage hypnotist, Darren had never developed the skills to do any sort of brainwashing or memory blocking, and didn’t really want to.) The result was always gratifying for both of them, which Darren suspected was part of the reason Carla liked him to take her on these hypnotic sessions in the first place.
“Okay, Carla. You’ve already taken the first step,” he said while sitting across from her. “You remembered to wear some soft, comfy clothes to let your body relax. So now… we need to work on your mind.” Before Carla could reply, Darren dangled a crystal on a short sliver chain before her eyes. As he had hoped, Carla’s expression immediately grew slack. “You remember the crystal… very good, Carla. Now, look at it… watch it as it spins… see how the light glints off of it… each little flash reaching into your mind… calming it… pushing your stress away… making you relax…”
“Making… me relax,” she mumbled.
“Exactly, Carla. Making you relax… relax so much that your eyelids are getting a little heavy now…” As he had planned on (and had happened before), Carla’s eyelids began to flutter. It was only a few moments before they gently shut under the ministrations of his soothing voice. “That’s it, Carla. You’re doing very well. Now, tell me how you’re feeling?”
“Relaxed… calm… yet closed off.”
“Do you want to feel more open, Carla?”
“Yes, Darren.”
“Then tell me how I’ve made you feel more open before.”
“By having me strip to my bra and panties.”
“And what does that do for you?”
“It opens my body to your view… making me feel more open to your suggestions.”
“And do you want that openness now, Carla?”
“Yes.”
“Then stand up, take off your sweatpants and sit back down.” Slowly because of her mental state, Carla stood up from her pillow and started sliding the sweatpants down her legs. To his surprise (and joy), Darren saw she wasn’t wearing any running shorts under the sweats – just her panties, which tonight were a soft pink. (Though he’d seen her wear various colors of underwear / lingerie, Darren felt that Carla looked her sexiest in pink.) After she re-seated herself on the pillow, Darren asked, “Are you feeling more open, Carla?”
“Yes… but not enough.”
“And you want to feel even more open, don’t you?”
“Yes… please…”
“Then take off your sweat top, Carla.” Again moving slowly, Carla’s right hand went to the pull-tab on the zipper slider and started pulling down. Again to Darren’s delight, he saw no t-shirt or other clothing besides Carla’s bra. She really does want to go deep tonight, he thought to himself. This could be a VERY fun evening! Darren had to keep from gasping slightly as Carla thrust her breasts forward while shrugging off the sweat top. “Tell me, Carla – are you feeling more open now?”
“Yes… very open,” she sighed.
“Just how open are you, Carla?”
“Open enough to play with my breasts for you.” Before Darren could say anything, Carla’s hands had glided up from her lap and started fondling her breasts. “Caressing my breasts makes me even more relaxed, Darren… far more relaxed… far more sensual. It helps me get to where I want to go… to take us where we want to go. It feels so good… so sexy… rubbing my hands all over my breasts… moving them up and down… side to side… around and around… it makes them look even more pretty… don’t you agree, Darren?”
“Yes… I do…” Before he realized it, Darren was beginning to feel lost in the spectacle before him. “More pretty… more sensual… more aroused…”
“That’s right, Darren,” Carla said softly. “More aroused… more sensual… can you see my nipples now, Darren?”
“Yes, Carla… I see them…” Darren was losing control of the situation – and not realizing it.
“Tell me what you think is going on inside my bra, Darren.”
“Your breasts are floating inside… the fabric rubbing against them. Your nipples… are getting hard. Your breasts are getting… turned on… feeling sexy…”
“And you’re getting lost in those breasts, aren’t you Darren? Getting lost in MY breasts… your resolve weakening… your self-control slipping away under my sensual onslaught.” If Darren had looked up, he would have seen that Carla’s eyes were now wide open, watching his every reaction. But for the moment, he could only look at those luscious breasts…
“Tell me, Darren, where your self-control goes when you watch me fondle my breasts.”
“It goes to you, Carla. I lose my control… my will… my thoughts… they all go to you.”
“And the more you watch me fondle my breasts, the more you want me to control you. Right, Darren?”
“Yes, Carla… there is nothing sexier… than being controlled by you…”
“Then it’s time to Obey me, Darren. You’ll start by standing up and stripping to your undershorts.” This time, it was Darren who slowly complied with a command, putting his clothes in a pile on the nearby couch. “Very good, Darren. Now, it’s time to take the final step in submitting yourself to My Control. You will go into the next room… and change into your green devotion garments. Then you will return to me. Do you understand, Darren?”
“Yes, Carla.” Moving with the speed of a zombie, Darren turned to his right and walked through the door into the basement laundry room. When he came back, his gray cotton boxers had been replaced by a sea-foam green bra and matching panties. The bra was unclasped. As he walked closer, Carla stepped over and put a hand on the obvious bulge in his crotch. “My, you are excited! What has you so excited, Darren?”
“Being under your control, Carla.”
“And what happened to your free will?”
“It left my body when I took off my undershorts. I have no more free will… no resistance… I await your command.”
“And who exactly am I, Darren, when you have no free will?”
“Mistress…” The word came out with a mixture of respect and awe. Before he could say anything else, Carla stroked his erection through the nylon panties, causing Darren’s head to loll about on his neck.
“That’s right, Darren. I am your Mistress… your greatest secret. One that you remember only when I allow you to. And what happens when I let you have that memory?”
“I serve and please you, Mistress, in any way you desire.”
“Tell me who gave you that bra and panty set, Darren.
“You did, Mistress.”
“And what does it mean when a man wears a bra and panties given to him by a woman?”
“It means that he is inferior to her. It means that she is the one in control. It means that he must obey her, in all things, without question.”
“And why is your bra undone, Darren?”
“That is the final step, Mistress. When you fasten the bra, you fully harness my mind and body. You complete your enslavement of me.”
“And if I were to take off my own bra and panties, Brandon?”
“It would mean that you are comfortable with me… ready for me to serve and please you… because being naked in front of a man she controls is the greatest sign of a woman’s confidence and power.”
“You have learned your lessons well,” she said as she unclasped and then removed her bra. Before Darren could react (if he could have reacted), Carla started walking around him, sizing him up and admiring how the panties fit him snugly enough to accentuate his body. Then she reached up and clasped the green bra behind Darren’s back. “Now, slave, it is time for your first service. Follow me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” slave Darren said dreamily.
Pointing to a spot in the center of the floor, she said, “On your hands and knees!” Once slave Darren complied, Mistress Carla reached down and shrugged his panties down to his knees. Then she took her own discarded bra and, holding it by the free ends of the base band, began spanking his bare cheeks. Slave Darren’s only reaction was to smile and sigh as the spanking continued – just as he had been “taught” to do multiple times.
I’ve gotta be careful, Carla thought as she spanked her slave. I can’t afford to bruise or mark him, no matter how badly I need to vent my job stress. After several minutes of this, she dropped the bra and began rubbing his ass cheeks with her hands, soothing the pain Darren might have otherwise felt.
“Slave Darren, listen closely. I am going to lie down on my stomach on the big blue pillow in front of you. When you see me do that, you will come over and pamper me by massaging my neck, back and legs. You will ONLY massage me, slave Darren, and NOT give me any sexual stimulation. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Carla moved to the aforementioned pillow, draping her body over it as she had described. On seeing this, Darren crawled over and began giving her a soothing, even professional massage, starting at her neck and working down. When he reached her ankles some 40 minutes later, Carla turned over and instructed him to concentrate on her feet.
“Very good, slave Darren,” she said another 20 minutes later. “Now, work your way up my legs. Again, you will NOT sexually stimulate me.” A fully conscious Darren would have been thinking up ways to “accidentally” caress Carla’s pubic mound as he got to the tops of her legs. Slave Darren, however, paid the area no mind as he moved from her thighs to her hips.
“Excellent,” Carla sighed another 30 minutes later as her hypnoslave gently massaged her forehead. “You have done well, my slave. So well, in fact… that I will allow you to massage my breasts.” With his knees on either side of Carla’s head, Darren leaned forward and began fondling her orbs. At the same time, Carla looked up and, with relish, saw how much her slave’s erection was filling out his panties. As he began working on her nipples, Carla couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation.
“Very good… very, very good,” she said after he stopped at her command and sat back on his haunches. “Now, slave… it’s time for your ‘supper.’ Are you hungry?”
“Yes… Mistress…”
In his conscious lust, Darren had not realized that Carla’s panties were actually string bikini bottoms. Now the hypnotized slave blithely watched, seeing nothing as Carla reached down and undid the string on each side before shoving the fabric clear of her crotch. “It’s time for your ‘dinner,’ slave Darren. You are now allowed… to feed.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Still moving slowly, Darren crawled around to kneel between Carla’s legs. Even though she’d experienced it before, Carla couldn’t help but gasp as slave Darren’s tongue caressed her nether lips. When his tongue began working on her clit, Carla was no longer able to contain her moans of pleasure. And when she orgasmed, sending her juices across her slave’s face, slave Darren kept going until Carla recovered enough of her faculties to order him to stop.
“You have… served me well,” she gasped several minutes later. “It’s time, slave Darren… for your special reward. Drop your panties… around your ankles… then lie on this pillow… on your back.” Darren barely had enough time to comply before Carla put two condoms on his erection and mounted him. “Feel me use you,” she said as she began to slide up and down his shaft. “Feel my sensuality… my power… engulf your manhood. Feel it, slave Darren… feel it… and respond to it.” Carla couldn’t help but cry out as she suddenly felt Daren thrust his hips towards her, again and again.
“Put your hands… on my tits… fondle them, Darren… drive me crazy! ” Darren’s hands lifted up to Carla’s bare breasts, kneading them harshly, pinching and rolling the nipples and sending Carla into an even higher orbit. Feeling another climax approach, Carla said, “Yes, slave Darren… yes, my slave… that’s it… serve me… please me! CUM! CUM FOR YOUR MISTRESS! AAUUGGGHHH!” The command, combined with the clamping of her pussy around his cock, made Darren erupt in orgasmic bliss. He would have kept thrusting into her as she rode him except the orgasm robbed him of all his energy.
“Very good… my slave,” Carla gasped as she gently fell forward to rest on slave Darren’s bra-clad chest. “You have… served me… well.” Resting for several minutes, she slowly climbed off her mount and lay down beside him. They rested there a full 10 minutes before she said, “Listen closely, slave Darren. It is again time to construct your conscious memory…”
“Thank you, Darren,” Carla said as they huddled their naked bodies under a blanket on the living room floor. “I hope you don’t think I’m just using you for stud service. But I really needed this tonight.”
“Oh, I don’t mind being a stud on occasion,” Darren half-joked. “And I needed our special form of ‘relaxation’ almost as much as you did. Though I think if you get any more active, you might kill me! Then again… I would definitely die happy.”
“Oh, you…” Carla playfully slapped Darren’s cheek. “All seriousness aside, I love how you use hypnosis and massage as foreplay. It really gets me in the mood for our sex. And I think you enjoy it as much as I do.”
“Oh, I enjoy it, Carla. Shoot, I enjoy you, and not just for sex. Though a lot of people out there wouldn’t understand our relationship.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “The only people who need to understand it is us. Now, hush, my dear, and let’s get some sleep.” Taking the cue, Darren, turned on his side and pulled Carla’s warm body even closer. It wasn’t long before he faded off. Carla spent several minutes running her hand up and down his back before joining him in sleep.