This story has a fair bit of build-up. Part of that is meant to indicate the tension of meeting up for the first time with people from the Internet and the other part is what I think a pre-scene negotiation should at least resemble: talking about one another's kinks, interests, and seeing what all involved parties want before you start fucking each other. If it's a lot, my mild apologies, but it's better to have too much consent than too little. Maybe it'll inspire you to play with others once we're no longer quarantined. This story's more on the realistic side, as a reflection of that tone, more hypnosis than mind control. Other quick tags include the words
Master
,
Mistress
, and
slave
, and some foot play. These are likely to recur in other stories since they turn me on. Actual sexual intercourse turns me on less, but it's in here too. Away we go.
Allie pulled up to the address she had entered in Maps. The curb right past the driveway was unoccupied, so she threw her sedan in park after getting her passenger-side wheels on it. She didn't take the keys out of the ignition. Instead, Allie gripped her contoured steering wheel and rocked back and forth in the driver's side seat just a little.
Just breathe,
she told herself.
Inhale through your nose... hold it... and exhale through your mouth.
As Allie did so, she felt her heart rate slowing, her anxiety drifting away just a little. Meditation through awareness of the breath helped calm her down in moments like this. A little pre-trance.
Allie then removed her phone from its holder on the windshield, confirming that she had arrived at 222 Smith Street. After one more deep breath, she hit the home button and clicked on the messaging app that had brought her to this point. After watching the splash screen, her eyes trained on the most recent thread at the top of her list of correspondences. The user she had been talking to was named HypnoCouple. Their profile pic was a simple black-and-white spiral. Another deep breath, and Allie clicked on the thread. The most recent message ("See you soon!") had been sent by them in response to her "On my way π" 20 minutes ago.
Am I really going through with this?
asked a thought bubbling up in her mind. Allie's heart sped up in her chest once again, leading her to push the power button on her phone, close her eyes, and focus on her breathing once more.
Yes!
replied the rest of her.
Come on, just relax... The root of hypnosis is meditation, and the root of meditation is awareness.
That was a sentence Allie had said online to many of her hypnotic subjects. She repeated it to herself now.
Awareness of one's thoughts, anxieties... awareness of one's breath. Letting even these words enter the mind and then drift away. In... hold... and out.
The meditation she was performing now was similar to the first step of the trances she induced in others. It was good for calming the nerves, clearing the mind, and slowing the heart. Once Allie's heart settled down, she opened her eyes and then her phone.
"HypnoCouple" was the online alias of a married pair in their late 20s named Will and Mary Thomson. They were "looking to add some spice to the bedroom," as it said on their ad. Allie scrolled way up to the top of their message history. Will and Mary both enjoyed erotic hypnosis and had put a post up on a fetish-friendly website looking for applicants to hypnotize the wife and potentially the husband too. Will identified as a switch and Mary as a pure subject. In their relationship, Will had as-of-yet only hypnotized her, but he craved the feeling of trance he had induced in his beloved so many times.
Allie arrived at the first message, sent by her: "Hey there! I saw your ad. I'm an experienced hypnotist who's entranced many subjects online as well as all four of my past partners. I've been told that staring deep into my gray eyes and listening to my powerful hypnotic words washes all thoughts away. I'm also an expert in meditation. I spent a year abroad in China and learned a lot about Taoist meditation practices. Deep meditative states are very similar to hypnotic trances. The latter just tend to lend themselves to sexy submission. I think you'll both find that I'm a perfect fit for you! I look forward to your reply."
Reading their answer back to herself as she took another deep breath, Allie calmed down even more. "Hello! Husband here. I have also found that using certain techniques of guided meditation can really help get my wife to drop nice and deep. She describes yoga as like body hypnosis and breathing exercises blank her out. Tell me more about what a typical hypnosis session with you looks like."
Allie saw again her basic outline -- starting with relaxation via stretching and breathing exercises, then moving to obedience and submission, and then on to arousal if the subject so desires. Her thumb scrolled down further and further through their message history -- past her first brief conversation with Mary, past Will confirming that they both seemed to think she'd be a good fit, establishing their limits, scheduled a meetup, and exchanged photos. After getting to the image near the bottom of their correspondence, one of the wife sucking her husband's cock with eyelids mid-flutter, Allie tapped on the rectangle at the bottom of her screen to type a new text -- "I'm here!"
She took one more deep breath, in through her nose, held for a few seconds, and exhaled through her mouth. A shake of the shoulders, a glance at herself in the mirror through her wire-framed glasses. She put her phone in her pocket, soon joined by her keys. Finally, she opened the door of her car, put on her best confident face, and sauntered up to the couple's front door.