Hypnosis has always been a casual interest of mine. I mean, with as obsessed as I am with psychology, of course I’m at least somewhat interested in hypnosis.
… As a therapeutic tool, done by a licensed professional.
That stage stuff is bullshit, of course. And I’ve seen FemDom hypnotists who claimed to be able to control the minds of their subs.
That stuff, I was never all that interested in. I dabbled in it once or twice, but it never really stuck.
Until, of course, Sounder came along.
We’d tried hypnosis once before… God, I don’t even know how long ago. I did a Google search, studied it for 10-ish minutes, and then we tried it out.
It didn’t work. And honestly, I wasn’t surprised. Anyone who has known Sounder for more than a day could guess that he’s not easy to put in a trance. I just figured he was one of those people who are impossible to hypnotize, and we left it alone.
But I kinda don’t like not knowing how to do something, or not being able to do something. For months, it bugged me.
And then it occurred to me: What if he’s not impossible to hypnotize, but it’s just blocked somehow?
When I was in my early twenties, hypnotherapy was recommended to me. So I went to two different hypnotherapists, and neither of them could get me into a trance. A friend of mine recommended the woman she saw to help her quit smoking, and spoke the world of her.
So I went to see her (we’ll call her Psylocke). But the entire appointment, she didn’t even try to hypnotize me. We just talked. Same with the second appointment.
I was sitting there thinking, “What gives?”
But she knew what the hell she was doing. When she finally did hypnotize me, I went under super quick, and ended up being one of the easiest people to hypnotize.
So two professionals said I was impossible to hypnotize, but I wasn’t. The same could be true for Sounder.
Psylocke and I ended up being friends for a bit, after I stopped being her patient, until she moved away. So I messaged her on Facebook, asking why I was so hard for the others but easy for her.
She explained that my self control is a very big part of my psyche, and I couldn’t let it go enough to go into trance. So she needed to get to know me first, so she would know how to convince me to let go of that control.
Well, gee, that doesn’t sound like anyone else I know.
Cool, so I already know Sounder really well. It was just a matter of using what I know, with what Psylocke knows, to figure out how to get him to let go of his self control.
Back to Google. This time, slightly more than 10 minutes.
15-ish hours later (I’ve been known to be just a teensy bit obsessive when I’m super focused on something), I had a plan, and a script. I knew exactly what traits in him to appeal to, how to convince his brain to let go, how to seduce his subconscious into handing over that control.
Because control is my drug, and one way or another, I’m getting my fix.
I was pretty confident. What I had, what I’d written, should work. It was something that would appeal to his curiosity, his competitiveness, his perfectionism, his desire to serve and obey me, and his need to be taken, conquered, thoroughly and wholly owned. If there was any possibility at all for him to be hypnotized, this would do it.
So I was cautiously optimistic when I got to his house. He lied down on the bed, got comfortable, and I got started.
Half an hour later, I counted him back up and was eager to see if it worked.
Of course I could’ve just asked him. But there are much more effective ways to get that kind of information. His mind is hard to read, but his body is a completely different matter, and I can say with absolute certainty that no one knows it better than I do. That would tell me how well it had worked.
I knelt down beside him on the bed and rolled him onto his side, my hand between his legs, rubbing his p-spot.
It didn’t take him long to start grinding against my hand, moaning softly.
He already squirms like a girl, this isn’t anything new. But immediately I noticed a difference. He’s already an eager slut, but that was ramped up to an amazing level. He squirmed and thrashed under me, he gasped and moaned, he whimpered and whined.
And I quickly discovered something even more amazing, something very, very, very useful to me.
His sluttiness and his hunger completely overtook his mind. I found myself painting for him a picture of the future, the first time he feels a man’s hand between his legs instead of mine, the first time he is bent over and fucked, hard and fast, from both ends, by a group of men.
It was a very depraved, very dark picture. I have a very vivid imagination, and made good use of it.
Any other time, hearing things only half as twisted would have made him cringe. But not this time. He agreed to it, he yearned for it, he craved it.
It actually became a bit of a game. I knelt over him, bringing him to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, getting even more depraved, even more twisted, even more fucked up. It became a game to see if I would hit on something that would cause that familiar cringe.
I never reached that point, though. No matter how fucked up I got, no matter how deep I took him, he was right there with me, wanting it. Every time I said something new, every time I told him a new detail, he’d gasp and moan eagerly, arching his back and desperately humping my hand.
Hell yeah, the hypnosis had an effect. A totally amazing, awesome effect.
Even more of an effect than I realized, actually. The next morning, he told me that he was still in that trance-like headspace through the entire session, until we went downstairs. That, I hadn’t expected. And I can definitely take advantage of it.
Awesome, so hypnosis works, and I now know how to put him in a sweet, slutty, submissive headspace. Mindless and agreeable. Empty and obedient.
It opens up a whole new world of opportunities. It’s a whole new level of control over him.
The things I can do to him, the triggers I can put in his head…
It’s going to be an obscene amount of fun.