Author Note: This story is purely a work of fiction, and any resemblances to actual persons or situations are purely unintentional. Remember, folks, always keep it safe, sane, and consensual.
As someone who's long been fascinated by psychology, I suppose it was pretty obvious that erotic hypnosis, when I discovered it was a thing, would easily make it onto my list of kinks. Haven't tried writing a story using the premise before, though, so I'm interested in feedback, either positive or negative.
For reference, this is the story that comes before Happy Birthday. Both are separate stories, but this is kind of a backstory to an element used in that story.
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"I want you to close your eyes, and start taking deep, calming breaths."
Emily fidgets slightly, moving to a more comfortable position in the feathery chair.
"What's with the camera?"
I look where she's staring to find said DSLR, the lens aimed to capture us both in the frame.
"For future reference, to see what worked well and what didn't," I return smoothly.
She doesn't seem to believe me, but she doesn't seem too concerned, either.
With a shrug, her eyes slip closed, and her chest begins rising in slow, measured inhalations.
The soft music drones into her mind, each breath seeming to relax her whole body a bit more.
"Good. Listen to the sound of my voice, and keep breathing. In and out. Slowly," I sooth.
Emily's breathing hitches slightly, but the moment is brief before she relaxes once again.
Her muscles loosen as she continues her deep breathing, her mind becoming less cluttered.
"Now, I want you to picture a scene in your mind. You're standing in a massive void. Darkness surrounds you on all sides."
And suddenly, Emily finds herself picturing the scene.
The darkness presses in on her from all sides, but instead of it being uncomfortable, it soothes her mind even further.
"A column of white light suddenly lowers from high up, and covers you. As you stand in the light, you find yourself becoming lighter. Imagine all your tension, all your negativities and troubles, as specks of black, being washed down in the light, leaving you completely relaxed."
Emily's breathing slows, and Ray watches as every muscle visibly relaxes.
Her breathing then evens out, as though the blonde is asleep.
A thrill runs through me, and I feel a grin splitting my lips.
"Emily, your scene is shifting now. You find yourself in your own personal paradise, a state of utter and complete relaxation. Nothing in the world, except my voice, can reach you. Do you understand me, Emily?"
"Yes," she sighs, her voice practically a breathy moan.
"Very good. I want you to stay utterly relaxed. Just listen to my voice, and bask in your own little paradise. You're dead to the world," I intone.
Emily makes a low, unintelligible murmuring in response, even her facial muscles seeming relaxed.
I lean forward in my chair, my grin totally lost to the oblivious woman.
"Emily, when I count to three, you're going to wake up. Any time from now on that I, and only I, say the word 'command,' you'll return to this peaceful state. When you wake up, you'll find yourself feeling refreshed and happy. Whenever I say the word 'obey,' your body will do whatever I tell it to. If you understand, say 'yes, Master,' Emily."
"Yes, Master Emily," she sighs, her face remaining utterly relaxed.
I snort, fighting down a surprised laugh, as I stare at her.
A very small, nearly imperceptible smirk curls Emily's lips.
"Emily, it's Master, or Master Ray," I clarify, sure she can hear the amusement. "Say yes if you understand."
"Yes, I understand, Master," she repeats.
"Very good. 1... 2... 3."
Emily's eyes come open very slowly, her body remaining relaxed.
A tranquil smile curves her lips as she meets Ray's gaze.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I slept a whole day away," Emily murmurs.
"I bet I can make you feel even better."
"Nuh-uh. Not happenin'," Emily laughs airily.
"If you obey me, I bet I can."
Her eyes become half-lidded instantly, her smile becoming somewhat lopsided.
She doesn't seem to notice the change, herself.
"In your dreams, Ray," she laughs. "I haven't lost any bets lately that I owe on."
"Take your top off. I don't know, Emily. You never know until you try."
She laughs again, seemingly oblivious to the way her arms cross and her hands start moving of their own accord.
They lift the hem of the tight black T-shirt wrapping around her slender torso, and soon, the fabric is on the floor.
The blonde doesn't react in any way, still wearing the same smile.
I can't resist ogling her 34C breasts, silken black cups covering just enough of the globes to hide away most of her nipples from sight.
"Oh, I think I know. I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun," Emily reasons, seeming completely oblivious. "I'm just saying that there's no fun in making things easy for you. You've got to work for it, you know?"
"Remove your pants next, and your body will start to feel warmer as you do. I see your point," I agree with a nod, fighting to keep my expression neutral. "If some sweat's not involved, it's just not worth it, right?"
She nods, giving me a very confident smirk.
At the same time, her hips lift off the comfortable chair, and her breasts sway enticingly as she shimmies the tight denim down.
More black silk slowly comes into view in tantalizing flashes as she sways, wiggling her hips to remove her pants.
They soon join the shirt, and I feel my own jeans becoming uncomfortably tight.
The black silk rests snugly against her inner thighs, seeming to hug her like a second skin.
From how close my chair is to hers, I can almost make out her pussy in vivid detail through the taut silk.
With her groin nearly exposed, I notice a very present shine to the skin around the gusset of her panties.
Emily's breath shudders in, and I look up to find her cheeks blooming a bright red color.
Even with how oblivious she seems, she begins crossing and uncrossing her legs, rubbing her thighs together in an incredibly sexy dance.
"Exactly," Emily continues as though nothing has happened.
Her voice, though, is lower, and there's a slight hint of panting in her words now.
"I mean, if it's not hot and dirty, where's the fun?"
"How right you are. Your command over the subject's impressive."
Her eyes slip closed, and her lips part in a small 'o' as she relaxes back into the seat.
"Emily, when I snap my fingers, you'll awaken once more. When I, and only I, say the word 'bad,' you'll suddenly find that you're hornier and feel like you deserved punishment. You won't know for what, but you'll jump on the chance and beg for it when I offer it. If you understand, say 'yes, Master'."
"Y-yes, Master," she pants.
I feel my grin practically stretching from ear to ear.
"Answer honestly. Do you want my cock
deep
inside you, making you scream while you writhe on top of me?"
Emily moans, and I smirk as she rubs her thighs together in response.
"Yes, Master!"
"In time. But you'll need to be a good girl."
"Yes, Master, I'll be a
very
good girl."
