Getting Smaller

"You didn't really think you could resist me, could you?" There was a tiny chuckle of amused condescension hidden in Justin's voice, as though he was listening to a very small child insisting that the blanket she'd wrapped around her neck gave her the power to fly for really real and he knew he didn't have to work that hard to hide his laughter because she was simply too little to realize how silly she sounded. It was enough to make Taylor dig in her heels with a newfound determination to keep herself from slipping away into her boyfriend's hypnotic trance--even though she loved sinking deeper for him and she loved all the things he did to her while she was under--simply to prove to him that she could.

But she had to admit, no sooner did her determination form than Taylor found it wavering a little in the face of Justin's smooth, calm, inexorably confident tones. "Oh, sweetie," he cooed, brushing a lock of honey blonde hair out of Taylor's face. "We both know you're too weak and needy to put up a fight like that. I'm sure you want to try," he added placatingly, "and I'm sure you think you really can look deep into my eyes and resist my hypnotic power over you. But as soon as your gaze locks onto my mesmerizing stare... like it's doing right now, because you're a very good girl and your vulnerable subconscious loves to do exactly what you're told... it's not going to be long at all before you give in and drop for me."

Taylor's breath went out in a surprised hiss as she felt a visceral clench of arousal between her thighs at Justin's words. She knew her attraction to genuinely imbalanced power dynamics was one of the things that had drawn her to date a man a full decade older than she was, and she felt certain she'd chosen a lover who understood her kink and wouldn't use it to his advantage outside the context of her negotiated limits and boundaries. But knowing this was all just a game they were playing didn't make it feel any less real when she looked into his jade green eyes and her entire mind lurched forward into dazed, muzzy confusion. "I--I won't!" she squeaked out, her cunt slickening at the meek and submissive tone in her own voice.

He laughed. Justin honestly fucking laughed at her and it wasn't even the patronizing chuckle that was the worst thing, it was the way Taylor's fingers twitched with the desire to reach under her skirt and rub herself to the sound of it. "You already are, baby doll!" he purred, his hand moving down from her forehead to cup her cheek with a touch that somehow managed to mingle tenderness and possessiveness at the same time. "You've been looking up at me for almost a whole two minutes now and you haven't been able to take your eyes off mine for even a second. Your pussy is getting wet, and your mind is getting fuzzy, and we both know it won't be long before those heavy eyelids of yours begin to flutter and droop as you realize just how weak and needy you're becoming."

Taylor didn't think it had been anything like two minutes since she first glanced up into Justin's beautiful green eyes, but she couldn't exactly challenge him on it because she'd have to look down at her phone to see what time it was and she wasn't entirely sure she could do that right now. And admitting that she couldn't tear her gaze away from his didn't seem like a winning strategy for this particular argument. So instead she just mumbled, "Nuh uh," all too aware of how childish and petulant it sounded and wishing she wasn't dating a man who was three inches taller than her on top of everything else. It was so exhausting to have to constantly stare up at him every time they made eye contact.

"Oh really?" he asked, amusement now spilling from every syllable at her feeble efforts at defiance. "Those pretty hazel eyes of yours aren't getting sleepy, then? My cute little kitten doesn't feel those warm, wonderful waves of delicious drowsiness washing over her, wave after wave making her weak and horny and needy for Master like a good slut?" Justin's other hand rested on the back of Taylor's head, pressing lightly down and back so she was forced to sink gradually down onto the edge of the bed even as she looked up at him at an ever steeper angle. Even though she knew it was a psychological trick, a tactic intended to make her feel as though she was growing smaller in comparison to him and thus younger and more powerless, she couldn't escape the persistent feeling of increasing dependency. The illusion was too strong.

She almost forgot he'd even asked her a question until he prompted her again. "Well, pretty pet? Are you getting sleepy for Master?" Taylor opened her mouth to answer, but just then the power of suggestion summoned up one of the exact waves Justin was describing and she found her jaw hanging slack with confusion as she forgot exactly what she was going to say under the influence of profound, irresistible lassitude. Her eyelids did a deep flutter, almost closing as she struggled to remember what she was even trying to accomplish by fighting Justin's inexorable control. It wasn't as though she didn't want to drop. It wasn't as if her cunt wasn't aching with the desire to drift away into obedience for him.

But... but what did it say about Taylor if she legitimately couldn't resist Justin's attempts to hypnotize her? What would it say about her willpower if she had to actually safeword out of a scene with her own boyfriend because she was genuinely frightened that she couldn't stop herself from giving in to the uncontrollable urge to sink into meek, submissive dependency on his voice and his words and his mesmerizing green eyes? Taylor didn't know. And she didn't want to know. She didn't want to have a conversation with Justin after she woke up where she admitted she really tried to fight him and found herself unable to. So this time she was going to really, truly win.

Of course, that's what she told herself every time. "...sleepy," she heard herself mumble through slack and nerveless lips, her foggy brain grasping at the last clear and comprehensible word she recalled hearing and realizing to her dismay that it made her sound so blatantly vacant and empty that Justin would immediately know how much of an effect he was having on her. "...um, I, I'm not sleepy," she finished, rallying to a less than impressive degree perhaps but at least managing to lever her mind out of the numb lethargy that was gripping it.

"Of course you're not," Justin chuckled, pressing her all the way down into a seated position and stepping in to force her to look almost straight up into his eyes like a very small girl looking up at an adult. "You're not getting sleepy... and drowsy... and tired for me, no, not at all. Those pretty eyes aren't getting heavy, they're not rolling back in your head like a needy little hypnoslut for your Master." Taylor could see the bulge in his jeans out of the corner of her eye, which only heightened the thumping pulse of arousal between her thighs, and she realized absently that she was spreading her legs wider and wider for him with every passing moment. God, he was going to fuck her so good and hard when she dropped for him. He was going to absolutely rail her sopping cunt the way she needed so badly once she gave in and stopped pretending she had the ability to resist him.

"N-needy... hypnoslut...." Taylor muttered, no longer even able to keep up the pretense that she had anything in her vacant brain beyond the words Justin put there. Her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, consumed with the desire to close, and she could barely even see Justin anymore because her eyes kept involuntarily rolling back in her head from the difficulty of meeting his implacable stare. It made her feel embarrassingly weak... but at the same time, she couldn't escape the awareness of her constantly leaking cunt. Her hips kept wriggling and grinding until her skirt worked its way up almost to her waist.

"Is my good girl getting too needy to think, mm?" Justin pushed her lightly backwards, and she toppled onto the mattress in a deadweight collapse that also sent her mind utterly reeling into deep hypnotic trance. She gave up on resistance, gave up on all her worries about what it meant to be so completely defenseless in the face of Justin's mesmerizing skills because all that required thought and Taylor had simply lost her ability to think anymore. All she could do was lie there, limp and helpless, as Justin helped nudge her legs that last little distance apart so he could gain total access to her soaking pussy. "Let's see how wet you are," he growled, and even though Taylor's mind was thoroughly absent there were some things that didn't require consciousness to anticipate.

Then he was inside her, two fingers deep right up to the knuckle, and Taylor heard herself moaning hoarsely as the overwhelming pleasure she felt at her own helplessness finally took over and her brain simply plummeted into a void of never-ending bliss. The moments between one climax and the next dropped out of her hypnotized mind, leaving her almost trapped in ecstasy, and although she knew it was just one more element of her brainwashing she couldn't help glowing with simplistic pride when Justin cooed, "Such a wet little slut for Master! Good girl!"

She had no idea how long he spent fingering her, each thrust accompanied by another tidbit of warm praise that burrowed its way into Taylor's small and simple brain and made her feel ever more addicted to his approval, but it felt simultaneously like a small eternity and not nearly long enough. Taylor felt like she never wanted it to end, like she would cheerfully sacrifice her entire independent existence if it meant he could keep playing with her like that, and she mewled in querulous dismay when Justin finally withdrew his slick fingers from her cunt. Then he replaced it with his cock, and Taylor came so hard she saw stars.

He rested his entire body weight on top of her, pinning her to the mattress as he sawed his hips back and forth in thrust after driving thrust that forced Taylor's breath from her body in soft, huffing grunts of exertion. There was no more programming now, no thought of brainwashing Taylor deeper into mindless obedience to her Master's will; all of Justin's energy was saved for pounding her cunt with his dick as hard as he possibly could until her whole existence devolved into being a blank and passive vessel for his stiff prick. This was always the enduring memory of their hypnotic sessions together, the intensity of their sex, and sometimes Taylor worried that it would be the only one he'd allow her to have someday.

Worried... and fantasized about.

She finally realized they were coming close to the end when Justin's thrusts became irregular, his hips straining for longer and longer against her pubic mound as he struggled to hold back his climax and discovered yet again that even his self-control had its limits. Then he was pulling out, leaving a smear of fluid on Taylor's inner thigh behind as his softening dick dribbled out a last few gushes of semen, and she knew he'd cum inside her yet again. Which was normal, they were fluid-bonded, and he hadn't broken a single one of her limits with anything he'd done... but she still couldn't escape that lingering feeling that she was inching closer to some true and consequential event horizon of subjugation to her Master's power.

And of course Justin reassured her about exactly that during their aftercare, holding her and cuddling her and letting her know that he was listening to her concerns and he'd never use hypnosis to make her violate any of her boundaries. They had a long, comforting talk, and Taylor came away with renewed faith in her lover's commitment to making sure she felt safe, and for a while at least, that worry ebbed. Justin would never do anything truly unethical to her brain. He'd never take her against her will. He'd never brainwash her into being his actual slave.

But he could. And Taylor knew it. And she still didn't know which was stronger... her terror at the notion, or her arousal.

THE END