Diary Of A Hypnotist Ch 13 Karens Obsession Pt 01

I spend a lot of time reminiscing about Alexa and Clara. The time I spent practicing as a therapist started out stiflingly rote, with a tragically generic clientele, but through perseverance I gradually worked out a more pleasant routine.

My hypnosis business had the appeal of being economical for patients. I charged more for individual sessions, but promised solutions in a finite amount of time rather than the never-ending maintenance of more 'legitimate' psychological help. Even so, being right over a yoga studio, and with both of us sitting on top of a tarot house, I felt I was losing potential customers.

I managed to overcome my client crisis with a bit of strategy. In the course of their treatment, patients would be 'encouraged' to recommend my services to their acquaintances, specifically those of the beautiful and female persuasions. So after three months, 90% of my clientele was gorgeous specimens with nice asses, weighty tits and generous curves.

Naively I thought that I was set with a neverending supply of very pleasing business. I would continue to meet beautiful girls, brainwash them, fornicate with their three holes, and solve their problems in whatever manner I saw fit. Afterall, professionalism is a priority. However, it was not to be, and thus my propensity for remembering that lesbian couple. They were the first and sadly the last. In a comical twist of fate, a tragedy not even of my own making, I had to close the business. I finished the sessions I had pending at my clients' houses out of a sense of duty, but my days as a faux therapist were done.

Now is not the time to worry over the trivial issues of the past. I had just gotten up and Hannah is still lying on the bed. Her ass must be burning like hell from what we did last night. She has on a pair of cat ears I asked her to bring in a suitcase stuffed full of goodies. We had argued, and could find no better way to resolve our dispute than by fucking like animals.

This morning I fondly recall the way we had been, she reclining on my chest, me combing her beautiful reddish curls with my hands. Her left palm resting on my balls, the fingers of her right hand pumping her pussy, in automatic mode, her lips repeating syllables without even realizing she was speaking.

Syllables that I knew very well, a phrase she has tattooed on her skin: "My ass is yours."

As I slid my cock along her rectum, I made her repeat it to me, again and again, until I cum in her ass.

"My...aUmna..aassss..Iis..mmAh..yours..." She said in her excitement.

I reminded her of whom she belonged to.

"MY! .. mm..Oh ... fuck ... .asss ... is..Aaah ...HOLY God! ... ..your ... .."

I showed her who she cannot contradict. Taught her how she should obey regardless of the consequences, without thinking, without a second of hesitation.

"My ... mind ... mmn..AaAh ... is leaving ... .nee ... Ahaa ... I need to stop ..." I grab her hips and push harder "... My asss iIss youur ... mnm ... my ass is yoour ... my asss ... is your ..." I grab her hair to increase my leverage. "My ass is yours! MY Ass Is YOUrs! ... OH, HEAVEN! ... MY ASS IS YOURS!"

I proved to her that after all these years, the addictive, dominant sensation of my cock persists in her dreams, actions and desires.

I slowed the pace of my onslaught, until I was cumming in her hot little hole. I pulled my cock out of her ass to bring it close to her face and interrogate her:

"Do you remember that we had an argument?"

"Yes."

"What was it about?"

"I don't know."

"Even so, you know I was right. True?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Good girl. Sometimes you can be an insolent whore, Hannah." While I was saying this, she took my cock, still dripping with cum, in her mouth and completely cleaned its length. Her blue eyes shone brightly in spite of the dim lighting.

I spanked her, appreciating once again that happy tattoo.

I had given her the order to do it before we were officially a couple. We were watching a porn movie, as was my customary way of training her to know what I liked. Not that she was aware of the primary goal, mind you. Hannah was sucking on my tasty cock, when in the video the main girl said: "My ass is yours, fuck me hard."

Hannah laughed at the actress and made a disparaging comment:

"We may be watching this but listen up, buster. I will never do that. My ass is mine, and I do not feel like giving it away. Do you understand? He who retreats without fear of disgrace, may live to fuck another day."

"Yes ma'am, I understand." I answered, while at the same time nudging her head back down to its oral labors.

After the blowjob was over and I verified that she had swallowed all my cream, I rewound the video to the controversial part, locking it into a loop of the actress saying: "My ass is yours."

"Can you please fix that piece of junk?" Hannah complained.

"In a little while, 'Catwoman'. Come, sit against the wall here, and watch the movie carefully, listen to what she says. What is it?"

"My ass is yours."

"Listen closely, Hannah, the movie is speaking of your true nature. And it's just the two of us here. What does that mean for you?"

"My ass ... my ass ... my ass belongs to you."

"Exactly, your ass is mine."

"My ass is yours."

"Catwoman, repeat what the actress says, and masturbate thinking about it. Let the idea permeate your mind. Let the mantra mold your reality."

I needed to go to the bathroom, and so I took advantage of that time, allowing her to deepen her trance. When I returned I completed her instructions:

"On Monday, you will look for a tattoo parlor. You will have this phrase imprinted on your skin as well as your mind: 'My ass is yours'. Consciously you will find it funny, a flight of fancy you had one day.

But at the core of your being, in the most real part of yourself, you know that you did it to remember belonging to me. In the following days while your skin is healing, you will refrain from fucking me even if I ask. But in private, you will be masturbate thinking about anal.

When you have recovered, you will beg me to fuck your ass. You will adore this newly acquired fetish. The fact that I was the one who conquered you anally will be rooted in your deepest mind and resurface whenever you think of me. Your anus will dilate just from being in my presence."

And that's the story behind Hannah's spicy tattoo.

* * *

Yesterday I was in Karen's apartment. The vivacious blonde is already completely comfortable with my company. Honestly I've spent more time at her place than my own lately.

She arrives home stressed from work nigh on everyday. In our very first encounter, when Laura introduced me to her, I put her in a trance by channeling that stress. In recent days I've gone back to this methodology, either meeting her in her apartment, or calling her and pronouncing her trigger phrase. I took charge of relaxing her so as to consolidate my hypnotic power.

"You have become my drug." She mentioned to me. "Specifically, the only way my stress ever seems to diminish is when you are with me."

"Then let's make our relationship official, Karen." Joking around with Karen is like air to me.

"Wow wow, no! I do not mean that. This is just a carnal thing, I do not want anything else."

I wrap my arms around her shoulders.

"I'm the only man you've let into this 'holy temple.' And we've been having sex since we first met. It seems logical to take the next step."

Of course I was just playing, it was not in my interest either to formalize anything.

"Don't take this the wrong way, I like you, but I only brought you here for your cook."

"Ack! Karen, you wound me, I had no idea you were simply using me for sex."

"Are you going to deny that you enjoyed it?"

"Haha, that's cute, but I cannot deny some amount of enjoyment on my part. Even so, what's special about my cock?" She took on a look of surprise, incredulous that it wasn't obvious to me. "I'm flattered, obviously, although it's just a cock, not a face or a hand, which surely have more nuance to them. Forgive me, I'm not sure I'm making sense."

"You must be joking." She got pensive. "There's something just... magnetic, about it."

"Magnetic?"

"Yes, that weekend with Laura when you gave me that wonderful 'Relaxation therapy' I noticed you getting excited. Your pants could barely contain the great erection underneath.

I dreamt about it for weeks. That feeling, that... obsession, was something I had never experienced before."

"Most peculiar, tell me more." My erection was becoming interested as well.

"Well, at the party we had with the girls, Victoria joked about trying to give you a blowjob. I do not know if she was being serious or not. For my part, I want to suck you right now as much as I did then."

"You love my cock." I posited.

"I love it! That does not mean you can manipulate me though." She sighed "Although, in certain ways, I have very gradually become your sexual slave." She licked her lips.

"Sexual slave? That's not a phrase one uses lightly. Please elaborate."

"I didn't really mean 'sex slave', I'm not part of a sultan's harem. It is difficult to explain. Just... when I look at your cock, when I smell it, when I feel it, my behavior ... undergoes a change."

"People are complex, Karen. Be more specific."

"I can not believe that you do not recognize the changes in my behavior."

"No, I haven't noticed." I was lying of course, it was extremely clear from my perspective.

"How about that time we watched that trashy old movie? Remember?"

"You're talking about Space Rats, Part 2? That film fascinated you, or at least that's what you told me at the time."

"Obviously I was 'fascinated', impossible not to be, after two and a half hours of hard sex with no rest." She hit me softly in the chest. "You know I had no desire to watch it. The wires they hung the bats with were clear as day! It looked like they just glued wings onto black tennis balls and hastily painted eyes and fangs on them."

"In that case, why did you 'sit through' the whole thing?"

"You convinced me, I do not know how, but one day I will find out. The important thing is what happened during, namely the sex. I was angry, frustrated, I thought:

'What a terrible date, there's no way he's getting any of this for a good long while.'

I imagine you know what happened next."

"Yes, I seem to recall." Without a doubt, I knew.

"I was soon eating your cock, I could not resist after just five minutes of footage. Five! I made up my mind not to do it, but the anger along with my determination vanished in a wash of saliva and semen."

"Better for us both, right? I already knew that you were not in a good mood..."

"You knew I was angry, because I told you. What you do not know is what was going through my mind as I sucked you off. My mental state was focused on quenching the desire with only a blowjob.

'No more, Karen, just this. Do not open your legs. Let him know how much he is in the wrong.'

That's what I was thinking. And what happened? Surely you remember that too."

"You rode my cock."

"Not only that, next it was fucking doggy style so we could both watch that absurd movie. And don't even get me started on how my panties wound up on my head. I had orgasm after orgasm, every time Captain Flexer shot one of the badgers from galaxy AX37."

"Oh, I had forgotten the name of the Captain. You have a great memory, Karen." Now I remember, Captain Flexer dies in part 3. RIP Captain Flexer.

"That damn movie! I remember every scene, in detail. I get wet just thinking about it. I know how absurd that sounds. The scenes are interspersed with my pleasure. I was not objective at the time, that's why I said it fascinated me."

"Alright, alright, I get it, my cock increases your libido to unimaginable levels. Just because it is your ambrosia, does not account for any 'big' change."

"How are you so dense?"

"I'm sorry but I just don't get what's so special about my penis, seems like a normal one to me. Nothing you've said explains why I was the first and only man to enter your residence."

"Let's see, what's a better way to describe it?" She paused to think "I know! Your cock makes me more ... What's the word? ... 'docile.'"

"Docile. You mean submissive."

She pressed her lips together and admitted that that was the word she was looking for:

"Yes, verily, your cock makes me more submissive."

"Now you're making even less sense. Submissive is the last word I'd use to describe you."

"Don't be an idiot, of course submissive is not a word that describes me. I'm not submissive. It's that your cock makes me submissive." She thought about what she had just said. "This is getting us nowhere, I better give you another example. Recently, there was a time you had not bathed for several days, and an odoriferous halo surrounded your cock. You inconsiderately showed it to me, and as a result I did... things."

"What things?"

She frowned, examining the memory for a moment, before reluctantly offering:

"I could not get the bitter taste out of my mouth all night. And yet I enjoyed it, I practically steam cleaned that odorous cock. The next day I was still horny at work, so much so that my soaked panties started chafing. You should know how much I suffered."

"You did not complain at the time."

"I even thanked you, that just seems incredible to me. I thanked you! For allowing me to sanitize your meat stick. Ridiculous."

"I'm starting to see how amazed you are by my cock. But being horny does not mean you're submissive."

"Are you standing in my apartment? I don't give out golden tickets to, well, anyone. Have you noticed how I dress? I still can not believe what I'm wearing, or rather, what I'm not.

I'll give you yet another example. It was twelve o'clock at night, you entered my residence drunk, you put on a lucha libre mask and asked me to fuck in the front window, with the fucking lights on!

Do you remember how I answered?"

"You refused."

"I refused. Let's look at it logically, you arrive at 12, you're wearing a bizarre mask, and you ask me to fuck in the window. Of course I refused. Great, it makes all the sense in the world. Wait a minute! What actually happened, ######?"

"Yes, I remember, get to the point, Karen."

"Wow! You remember it, me too. You filled me up that night, and the teenager who lives next to the bodega took a picture of me."

"I apologized."

"You do not have to apologize, the heart of the matter is the 'no' in my answer, and the 'yes' in my acts. I have no recollection of how the transition occurred, that's the level of my submission.

I think you just dropped your pants and we ended up fucking.

I do not remember one occurence, just one, where I refused to allow you to penetrate my mouth or my ass.

You have transformed me so gradually into your sex slave, that I seem unable to avoid it.

If my past self saw me now, she would burst out laughing.

At what point did I go from 'Karen, Eater of Men' to 'Karen, Milker of Cocks'?"

"Huh, I find this very interesting. It seems we can conclude that my cock increases your libido, makes you submissive. Turns your world upside down. You become a wild animal, completely out of control. A sexual slave willing to do anything."

"Exactly!"

"So anyway, you called me to fix your computer. I already did that, I applied an OS patch and I do not think it will bother you for a while, do you need anything else?" I take her hand, resting it on my crotch while maintaining eye contact.

She moves her hand away from my fly and brings it to her lips.

"No, you can return home ... if you want. I said my piece. Err, well, maybe there is one other thing you can help me with after all. Would you?"

"It depends. What sort of help are we talking about?"

"Could you fuck my cousin? I've fantasized about you giving her your cock. And then she will be a sex slave like me. At first I thought it was just a lurid delusion on my part, but you do not understand the power of your cock. I know you like Laura, and in a normal context I would never ask this." She puts her mouth to my ear to whisper. "Show it to her, let her touch it..."

"Woah, hold on, I'm going to need a moment to process that. Laura and I are just friends by the way. And even then, it would not work. I can't just show it to her and expect the same reaction you have."

"How can you be so blind? If you dropped your pants in a stadium, there would be an orgy to make even Caligula weep. You would die, crushed by women hungry for sex. Sex with you."

I laughed out loud at Karen's comment. A kind of mental deterioration caused by too much dopamine was manifesting. She had transmogrified the image of my cock into something superhuman, as much as she did not admit it to herself.

Karen's cousin must be quite appetizing. In a trance, I instructed her to take an inventory of the most attractive women in her family, and fantasize about me fucking them. The thought would haunt her day and night until she witnessed me buried deep inside one of her relatives.

"If I fucked your cousin, would that make you happy?"

"So happy! I want to see you fuck her face until she's unconscious. I want to see her legs tremble from the irrepressible orgasm ... mmmnn ... it's such a hot image."

"If you commit to doing what I tell you, when I present it to you, I will do what I can."

Karen smiled from ear to ear. She combed her hair self-consciously and turned to another topic.

"So what are you going to give to Laura for her birthday?"

"It's a surprise."

"Killjoy. Tell me, I can keep a secret."

"'Silly Slave', you will listen and remember what I am going to say, but you will not be able to pass it on to anyone else. Is that clear, Karen?"

"Yes, Master. I will listen and I will remember what you are going to say, but I will not be able to transmit it to anyone else."

"Bring me a beer, then undo my belt and start stroking me. Take my cock between your hands, it relaxes you, there is no more natural act than squeezing my cock, slowly and sensually."

Immediately focusing on her order, she went to the kitchen and brought a cold beer. She handed it to me with her vision blurred, obeying, fulfilling her purpose. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and put her hands around my erect member, already swollen with blood. As her mind returned to 'normal', I took her jaw between my fingers. Submission and arousal crashed into her as my thumb, impregnated with warm, sticky pre-cum, entered her wet mouth.

"You look so cute like this. Now suck, suck, it's what you like. It's what you need, babe. I agree with most of what we have discussed today, but you are wrong about it being only my cock that makes you horny, submissive, puts your body out of control. I make you horny, submissive, without limits."

I keep Karen in a kind of perpetual trance cycle. She believes that she is awake, and in some respects she is. There are clear differences though, like the fact that she has not noticed all she has on is ankle braces, handcuffs and a black leather collar. She was vaguely aware of what I had just said to her, but any response she might care to make was shoved aside by a new priority, the need to taste my thumb.

I took a long swig of beer and set the bottle on the floor. I placed a cold hand on Karen's warm pussy, who shudders at the touch. I massage it with confidence, while she moves her head over my other thumb, back and forth.

Her cell phone rang.

"Don't answer. Give me the phone, Karen."

Without me releasing my thumb from between her lips and tongue, she hands me her cell phone and I answered:

"Good afternoon, who is this?"

"Edgar, a business associate of Karen. Could you put her on?"

"She is not in at the moment, please call again later." I make circular movements on her tongue with the pad of my thumb.