A Powerful Hypnotic Release

A shaky, short, shallow breath could be heard in the darkness. What sounded like panting began to slow and become full breaths again in the night. A candle, sending the soft fragrance of chamomile throughout the room, which sits upon the dresser opposite the master bed, casts a beautiful illumination onto the bed, and even more impressive shadows on the wall behind the head of the bed. A deck of tarot cards sat beside the candle. The bed was an elaborate California king size canopy bed with hand carved bed posts; rams heads at the head of the bed and howling wolves at the foot. Above the head of the bed only the wolves could be made out as silhouettes cast against the wall, their shadowy figures seeming to holw at one another, calling to one another's innermost beasts.

At the foot of the bed was a couch with cushions that matched the red and black canopy. On this couch, lay a woman who's just barely reached her thirties. Her face was sweet and looked young enough for her to constantly be IDed in stores. Her hair was black fading to blue and it flowed over her shoulders like nutrient rich spring water babbles over a brook in the wild. Of course with only the dim light of the candle, just the most prominent features stood out in the cozy room. The woman steadied her breath and sat up straight on the couch, she had wireless headphones in, or at least one headphone in and another dangling down between her breasts, asking to be tucked away or worn correctly. A voice she'd come to adore had been murmuring to her just moments ago. It regularly coaxed her into expansion and most importantly expressing herself without fear of punishment, dissolving past patterns to hold her tongue for other's comfort.

Her phone sat on the end table next to the couch, on the screen her YouTube account sat open and the words, "erotic hypnosis from deeperinsideyourmind" could be seen before the phone returned to a black screen. Standing up, it was easier to see that she was wearing no clothes. Her soft brown skin glistened in the mirror that lined the wall opposite the bed. Her skin did glow naturally in the candle light but a certain moisture could be seen reflecting the light back to its sender. It was unclear if it was sweat or.. something else. She attempted to take a step but was met with no support from her legs and instantly she began falling. She caught herself on a bedpost and laughed out loud. "Okay miss, how about we admit we need a break." She prodded at herself both jokingly and sincerely. Her bottom half was freshly over-stimulated. Behind her on the couch was a very wet towel. As she lowered herself back down to the couch, she removed the towel and tossed it into the open laundry basket near the other end of the couch. As she followed her slow and steady breath into relaxation, she could feel herself begin to fill with a certain warmth, delight, and satisfaction.

Behind her, a royal blue velvet blanket occupied the back of the couch. Reaching for it she grabbed it and pulled over her naked body. She quivered as the material glided across her dampened skin. The breeze coming from the cracked window added a second sensation to the mix as it cooled the moist parts of her anatomy. The woman closed her eyes and began nuzzling into the blanket, as it rubbed across her face she let out a content sigh. "Mmm... yes...velvet. So soft. So delicate, so... right." She pulled the soft throw once more, this time slower much slower. Bit by bit, the fabric skimmed the top of her body causing a quiet moan to escape her mouth as the velvet ran across her erect nipples. As a corner of her velvet blanket slowly made its way up her leg, chill bumps began to emerge across her elegant form. A whimper was all but held back as the woman quickly pulled the headphones away from her ears, making an effort to toss them onto the end table. To no avail, the hearing devices tumbled over the small surface and unto the floor. She didn't notice or care where they landed. Her breath began to quicken as the gentle fabric edges down below drew closer to her moist, pulsating lips.

She could feel herself losing control already and wondered how it could be so quickly happening all over again. She didn't mind it, not here she didn't. Though the room was dimly lit, looking around the room she could see and feel she was completely safe...completely free. She could just.. let it happen. Just when waves of seductive vibration washed over her, the woman began to feel as though she may just crack and leak everywhere while she anticipated the feel of the velvety goodness brushing against her most delicate parts. Her skin began to tingle with delight, accepting she was so...close...now.

"....Wait." a whisper emerged, "Wait, right there goddess."

The woman stopped in her tracks and her eyes came open as she reached for her headphones in her ears. They weren't there. She couldn't see or feel them nearby. As she peered around the dimly lit room it would appear she was alone.

"That voice....." she thought. "So full of admiration, so full of encouragement, so full of... authority." The word authority pushed her to begin to tremble with excitement as she looked around the room. "How could it be?" The candle flickered lightly and caught her eye. The flame seemed to dance unnaturally, lulling the woman back into a relaxed state. The idea that she wasn't alone soon left her and as she turned her attention back to her body, she could feel its tension building back up as the velvet blanket corner still remained on her inner thigh, just waiting to caress her. She took a slow deep breath and looked back at the candle, considering the voice she'd heard. "If only." She chuckled to herself. "But maybe I should slow down." She again resumed pulling the blanket closer to her lady bits and as the pressure built more and more, her body began to quiver.

Finally the fabric fell down, bushing ever so lightly on her beautiful pearl. This sent shock waves through her body and she gasped, trying not to lose herself just yet. Her hips began to rock as she rubbed herself against the blanket letting out tiny moans with each thrust. Impulsive, and a lover of instant gratification, she snatched the cover away and began rubbing herself vigorously intending to just get to the fireworks. The woman, still staring at the flame, let her head back and a deep moan escaped her throat. "Mmm.. yes.. please.." She was so close again It seemed the fire danced to cheer her on.

Just when she thought she was going to break. The flame enlarged 100x its size and a being of light...was it? No, a being... that seemed to be made of magma and fire, stepped out of the flames and onto the space between the dresser and the bed. It was definitely a frightening sight for the woman but she seemed to still be relaxed from the flames dancing hypnotically. She took her hand away and pulled the cover back over herself, trying to get a look at the entity. The form was that of a man's, the magma and fire had a glow about it that lit the room a little brighter and seemed to radiate from him as he stood facing her silently. His face was hard to make out and seemed to fluctuate between having features and just being moving lava.

The magma seemed to not harm the carpet below but it looked very intense from the woman's view. Before she could speak the man stepped towards her, she began to flee around the couch and onto the bed but he pushed her against the bed, bending her over the bed, her rear end fully exposed to him. CLAP! The woman let out a squeal that was half surprise and half delight, a moan followed. Looking back, a handprint was now scorched onto her cheek.

"Bad girl, I asked you to wait."

That voice.... It sent shivers down her spine and she had to work hard not to release right there on the spot. As her body continued to quiver she regained control of her facilities enough to turn back around. The man stepped back into the middle of the room and she thought she could make out a pair of eyes, silently watching her. The woman blinked, trying to understand the implications of what was happening. Did she... Summon him? Was her pearl actually like a magic lamp? Was HE magic? How could he have known when to appear... here... now? How could it be him? Why would it be? Why would he appear before me? What makes me special? How is it getting so hot in here?

These questions riddled her with both excitement and fear. She'd been very eager to face her fears lately but this seemed to be dealing with another realm of power that she'd never experienced. She ran a hand across the handprint on her buttocks. "Mmm.. it hurt but.. it felt so right." She thought. She began to stop trying to figure out how, and just accept that it was.... "If it is then...I must be still safe" her mind raced before taking a deep grounding breath. Her mind flashed with the many people who've attempted to have power over her and every reason she'd had never allowed such an exchange of power with usual humans of this dimension.

Those thoughts faded as she looked back at the flame then back to the molten man peering at her intensely as if waiting on her to make a choice. He didn't ask a question but she already knew the answer. Right now in this space, at this time, she knew she was his, and he could use her in whatever way he saw fit to bring himself to the volcanic eruption she knew she wanted inside of her. She didn't know if it would burn, if it would leave a mark, if she would survive, and she didn't need to. She didn't care what would happen to her transcendent physique once he truly had her in his grasp. She did know, however, there was only one way to find out.

Although the window was cracked the room felt very steamy. The woman walked up to the man and looked him in what she believed to be his eyes. She stared back at him knowing he was waiting on an answer. She reached as though she was going to touch his chest, before she could his hand wrapped around her neck. As he applied a little pressure, the woman lowered herself to a kneel. "I surrender." She saw what appeared to be is eyebrow raise as he continued to keep her throat in his grasp and applied a little more pressure. Her voice trembled. "I said I surrender... Daddy" he released her and seemed quite pleased as he watched her gasping, trying to steady her breath. She stood slowly, now tingling with anticipation of what was to come. A hand patted her head lightly, her hair seemed to be immune to his fire.

"Mmm. That's right, good girl."

Her body instantly became over taken by chill bumps. A whimper escaped her lips, as she held back the climax she'd been building up to before his arrival. She could feel that her throat wasn't scorched as badly as her butt cheek but she could still feel his hand there. So warm. Her throat was still warm as well, it was very comforting. The man strolled over to the couch and took the velvet blanket in his hands and began ripping it into ribbons of fabric, after a few tears, the woman cringed at the sight of her blanket being transformed into what looked like velvet streamers for decorating. "A man like him... he has a plan.. just be patient." She told herself wondering what was in store.

She watched as the flames around him caused the shadowy figures on the wall to put on a show just as the flame had for her. He turned around and reached out a hand, beckoning to her. She surveyed the situation; lava fell from his fingertips yet still did no damage to her floor, her fabric, or the couch he tore the fabric on. Slowly she walked closer to him, placing both her trust and hand in his hand, she gazed upon him. Looks were deceiving as his hands were only warm and not hot. She swallowed nervously. "How could I be marked already if his hands aren't..." she breathed the thought away, and again waited for his response to her. Taking her other hand he placed her wrist together and began binding them together with one of the long pieces of velvet. After finishing tying the perfect knot, he lifted her up and placed her standing on the couch, facing the mirror, with the bed behind her.

She loved the view of herself in the mirror. She checked out her anatomy and held her hands up so she could see herself more aptly. Suddenly she realized she was alone in the mirror and the entity that had just stepped out of the way and jumped onto the bed, couldn't be seen. This puzzled her and she looked back to make sure he actually existed. She saw him there and for the first time she could clearly see his face. It was filled with adoration and delight, watching her confusion add to her arousal. She knew not to move from where she'd been placed but she struggled not to ask his intentions. Instead she returned to peering at her body in the mirror. It really was magnificent. She thought. It was no wonder she had a hard time finding someone whose sole intent wasn't to possess her, but to watch her blossom. She could feel her heart racing now. She couldn't see him but she felt the warmth his body exuded grow closer... and closer. Her back was so warm now it felt like she was laying on her favorite nude beach on a warm summer day.

In the mirror, the tail end of the fabric that bound her wrist began to move upwards. It climbed until it reached the canopy railing. She could see it go over the railing and begin wrapping around it, with each tug her hands were lifted higher and higher until they were about a foot over her head. A knot was formed and she could feel the resistance of the railing above her pulling against the weight of her arms. As the warmth behind her amplified, she could feel a hand radiating heat making its way around her waist and slowly moving down to greet her treasure. She didn't even notice how damp it had gotten until she felt the pressure building there once more. She instinctively lifted a leg and turned to the side trying to prevent contact. "What is about to happen? Is this safe?" She hesitated as her mind raced. CRACK.

She felt the unmistakable sting of a belt on her unmarked cheek. "Fuck!" She whimpered softly, scrambling to hold back an orgasm and return to the position she was placed in. "Bad." He said simply. The woman had trouble keeping herself together. His voice seemed to penetrate all defenses she'd ever had and she wanted so badly to surrender to deeper ecstasy every time she heard his voice. The man made his way back around to standing in front of her body; so vulnerable, so defenseless, so ready to be taken. She eyed both of his empty hands. No belt. "But, I heard it. I felt it... I still feel it." She thought. She looked behind her and searched for the belt. There was nothing there. As she checked over her shoulder she noticed there was another mark branded into her with the width of his belt.

Feeling velvet wrapping around her ankle, she turned her attention back to the man. She noticed he had gathered two more pieces of fabric and was fastening her leg to the foot of the couch. He moved to the next ankle and finished securing the fabric to the couch. Stepping back he smirked and began glowing brighter, his flames also grew while he marveled at the sight before him. The room became even hotter. The woman watched the flames around him throw themselves wildly around, almost as if trying to escape his form. "What restraint he must have." She thought. This thought heightened her exhilaration further.

For the first time she could see the wonder hanging between his legs. It was there for a moment and gone the next. Instead of magma or lava, it seemed to be made of obsidian when he was aroused. It was both impressive and intimidating. As it grew, she noticed how its veins protruded out, and as the flames cast light upon it, it shined brightly, almost as if the tip of it were winking at her with each throb. This made her feel so much hotter. He stepped closer, extending an arm, running his finger along her jawline, then tucking her hair back behind her shoulders. His face was eye level to her belly button and she could feel a warmth in her solar plexus beginning to grow to an unbelievable temperature. No wonder they say...burning desire.

His finger slowly slid across her shoulder, even more slowly across her collar bone. It felt as though he was holding a small hot coal just short of touching her skin everywhere his finger trailed. As the heat made its way down between her breasts she shivered lightly, and was so relieved when he took one of her perky nipples between his fingers. Waves of pleasure seemed to pulse from her nipple across her breasts and into her chest. She bit her lip in anticipation. Beneath her soft mounds, pockets of nourishment lie near dormant and unnoticeable by most. The fiery god then cupped her breast and began to squeeze lightly at the base. A stream of breastmilk misted over her overheating body. The contrast of the cool droplets of milk created an unexpected jolt of enthusiasm from her bound form. She could feel her heart racing now, letting out a gasp, she could feel this energy center expand. She couldn't hold back the moans these sensations forced out of her.

"Yes... that's right." He whispered. The sheer pleasure his voice expressed caused her spirit to vibrate and spine to tingle. She loved hearing him enjoy himself and express his satisfaction. He proceeded to squeeze her flesh lightly and watch as she responded to the cool tingles upon her skin, she could feel this energy center extend outside her body, completely surrounding the two and beginning to steadily grow larger. As the warm liquid leaked from her, some naturally found a home on his finger. Raising his hand up to her mouth, no words were needed for the woman to begin licking his hand clean. "Mmmhmm" he purred. Once the milk was gone he returned his hand to just her nipple this time. The more pressure he applied the hotter she felt. Another moan escaped her lips, she focused on her breath and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

She could see small beads of sweat gathering random places on her skin. She was becoming sooo hot. He released her nipple and continued trailing his finger down, circling her belly button as she trembled beneath his hand. She was enjoying his hand, taunting, pawing, and fondling her while it headed south but she was overwhelmed with the urge to sit on his lap. She just wanted to be filled up and to the brink. He moved his hand more slowly, inching its way down. The warmth in her belly swirled around as she felt the heat getting closer and closer to her little pearl. Down below she throbbed so urgently, wondering how long it would be until she could release some pressure. She breathed deeply keeping herself steady as his blazing hands FINALLY touched her outside of that sweet little spot.

She let out a groan experiencing shock waves spreading throughout her body. She was so sensitive down there she felt her mind and body start to slip away into ecstasy. Her head leaned back as she shuddered, noticing how gently he stroked her, also recognizing his hands did not burn or hurt her cherished areas. She enjoyed this feeling building inside of her while she endured his unpredictable movement across her exquisite and beloved button. The woman's hips began to rock to her own rhythm against his hand and he allowed this to continue and linger for a moment, enjoying her, enjoying herself, for herself. "Mmm...Please." She moaned, bringing her head back upright to face him. "Please..." she paused, looking down into his eyes, she bit her lip. The man's flames and glow appeared to simmer down as he continued to play in the wet treasure trove with one hand, and ran another hand across her jaw line again. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh attempting to keep her composure, knowing this pressure was going to keep building. His thumb moved upwards and caressed her bottom lip as it quivered.

This made him chuckle seeing her body so ready to let go and so afraid to just allow it. As his thumb glided across her lip, her tongue greeted his thumb and her lips followed suit wrapping around it. A smirk could be seen even with her mouth beginning to suck gently then escalating to feverishly. The man pulled his thumb away. "Ah ah ah... please what?" Before she could answer he ran his thumb across her lips again and took her chin in his hand, looking into her eyes. She could feel more heat than he'd been using while stroking her down below, causing sweat to form on her forehead. "I want to hear what you want from me from this pretty little mouth. Please what?" There was so much going on in her mind... "It's so hot." She thought again. "Is this what I want? Is it.... Too hot? Can I handle it?" He pressed a couple of fingers into her entrance causing her to let out a cry of pleasure and asked his question once more, "What is it that you want?" Unable to pull away from him she muttered something inaudible. He leaned in closer still massaging her and still stroking her face. "I asked you a question...." The man kissed right above her belly button.. "Goddess"