Author's note: This is a story mostly about a loving, open domme/sub relationship; erotic hypnosis; and lots of analingus.
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Olivia let the amethyst pendant, the anchor for her partner's trance, fall back beneath her top. She hadn't had any particular intentions when she'd entranced Robin. Her submissive partner had been responding so well to hypnosis that trance had become a regular part of the couple's erotic life. Probably she'd direct her entranced partner to undress her, to kiss her body, to massage her breasts. That was more or less the routine. Then she'd give them some post-hypnotic suggestions to bolster their enthusiasm and their pliability, wake them from trance, and they'd proceed with sex.
She started with the customary affirmations. "You are a submissive. Your submission is exciting and safe." Robin echoed each sentence as Olivia had trained them to do. "You are contentedly helpless. I arouse you. When you are aroused, you are suggestible. When you are suggestible, I mold you. The more you feel my control, the more enchanting I become to you. Your lust for me allows me to control you, and my control over you fuels your lust for me. To obey me is fulfillment. To please me is rapture.
"You long to be hypnotized because you love the feeling of my words submerging your thoughts, like a rising tide submerging a beach. And when my words recede from your mind, your thoughts reemerge, but they're different. I've changed them, just a little bit. And you're different. I'm altering you, little by little. Whittling you into my perfectly pliable plaything. And you're so grateful for that. My hypnotic power over your mind is the most wonderful gift you could be given. You feel so happy, so submissive, so aroused, so helpless whenever you are hypnotized and whenever you think about hypnosis."
Olivia regularly tranced Robin and reinforced their joy in and yearning for hypnosis and submission. On one level, this was an obvious and pragmatic practice: one of the greatest appeals of erotic hypnosis was its use to strengthen the appeal of activities that the pair already enjoyed. But there was also something thrillingly perverse about the exponential spiral they'd (Olivia liked to imagine) set in motion: Robin a powerless subject hypnotized to want more and more hypnosis, Olivia their loving and opportunistic domme only too to eager to acquiesce.
But then something else occurred to Olivia that Wednesday -- an urge to carry things further and in a novel direction, to broaden the scope of the games she played with Robin's mind.
Wouldn't it be hot to really
tweak
them? Not just amplify an interest they already have, but to give them a new one? To actually
change
them?
"You are fixated on my ass, Robin. The thought and the sight of it arouse you." Robin dutifully repeated back Olivia's suggestions for them as they'd been trained to do. Olivia blinked; she had barely thought about what she'd say before she'd said it. Usually the wording of her hypnotic suggestions to Robin was carefully considered. She stepped away from the bed on which her entranced lover was sitting and peered sideways at herself in their bedroom's upright mirror. Olivia shimmied out of her skirt and tried to imagine Robin kneeling behind her, kissing and nuzzling her ass. She flushed. Her pussy moistened. Yes. This was a good idea.
"My ass is irresistibly sexy. Its width, its roundness, the way it moves when I walk all captivate you. You long to touch it, to kiss it, to be close to it. When you are aroused, you will find yourself daydreaming of it more and more often. When you are with me, whether I am clothed or not, you tend to become distracted by my ass; you find it difficult not to stare."
Olivia finished undressing and returned to the side of the bed. She stood with her back to Robin, looking over her shoulder at them as she had them repeat her suggestions with their eyes open, fixated on her backside. The sooner their brain learned to associate the sight of her ass with lust and pleasure, the better, she figured.
After several more repetitions, Olivia silenced Robin. "Now close your eyes again, sweetie, and relax back into the blankness of trance. Feel the wonderful, cool darkness washing through you, washing you away. The conditioning that I have just given you has begun to change the way that you think, and my suggestions will continue to prevail upon your psyche, but you cannot remember them. Although the hypnotic encounter you have just experienced is now etched into your subconscious, you do not know it has happened. You cannot recall the events of this trance; they are purged from your conscious memory. In a few moments, I will count you up out of trance, and when I reach ten, you will wake feeling happy, refreshed, grateful to me for having hypnotized you, and ready to continue our love-making."
Once awake, Robin rose from the bed and embraced Olivia in a warm hug. Olivia stroked Robin's back and cooed into their ear, "that's my good pet." They kissed, and Robin's hands found there way down to Olivia's butt, where they began to massage her asscheeks. When their kiss finally ended, Robin began to kiss their way down Olivia's body. Olivia allowed herself to fall onto the bed, and Robin was soon kissing and lapping at her cunt.
When Olivia awoke the next morning, she was confused not to find Robin, who normally slept in later than her, asleep next to her. But immediately she realized that they were asleep next to her: their pillow was only vacant because during the night, they had slipped down lower on the bed in order to snuggle her butt, and they were still there, one arm draped over her upper thighs, their nose pressed against her left buttcheek. Olivia's surprise instantly gave way to a thrill at what she had done to her partner.
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Although Robin had never given one before, it hadn't taken much more than a week for rim jobs to become a regular part of the couple's sexual repertoire. Robin had started with protracted kissing of Olivia's ass, but a curious impulse had pulled them like a magnet toward her anus, and they hadn't been able to resist exploring her intoxicating orifice, first with their lips, and then with their tongue. Now, after each was suitably worked up, Olivia and Robin's sex would quickly find Robin eating Olivia's ass, stimulating her clit with their left hand and pleasuring themself with their right.
For their part, Robin did not understand what had happened. As far as they knew, they'd indulged a caprice a week ago to lavish some attention on Olivia's rear, and things had rapidly snowballed from that first whim into persistent daydreams into frequent and exuberant anilingus. They didn't understand it, but they were enjoying it quite a lot. The suddenness and spontaneity of this new fetish was electrifying. Even better, Olivia seemed to be loving it.
Over the course of the preceding nine days, Olivia had reinforced Robin's conditioning, but hadn't introduced substantially new suggestions. But as she ground harder into Robin's face that Friday, the excitement of their brisk progress into ass fetishism ran through her, and along with it came the desire to change them further.
Olivia pulled herself forward, away from Robin, deftly slipped her pendant back onto her neck, turned around, and leaned down so that her pendant and breasts were directly in front of Robin's face.
"Focus on the pendant, Robin. Relax and focus on the pendant. Take a deep breath in -- good pet -- and let it out slowly." She cupped their cheek with her hand. Their trigger notwithstanding, Olivia knew that merely ordering them to fixate on the pendant typically wouldn't be sufficient to re-entrance her submissive partner. But to her delight, it seemed from the dazed and distant look in Robin's eyes that the surprise of an abruptly interrupted rim job had amplified the trigger's effect.
"Deeper and deeper, good pet. I know you want to continue licking me, and that's why you're going to open your mind to me as completely and as swiftly as you can. Stare at my pendant and let it carry away your consciousness; let it open your mind to me. You know that the deeper you allow me to go into your mind, the happier you will be. The more control I have over you, the more pleasure you feel. Deeper and deeper, good pet. Sleep.
"Because I understand you so well and I want you to be as happy as can be, I'm going to reveal some things to you about your sex drive. When you wake, you will remember this trance, and you will feel grateful to me for drawing your attention to these facets of yourself, which have always been there, waiting to be recognized.
"Many people have places they find sexy, that they naturally pair with sex: a bed, a beach, a waterfall. You have places like that too. For your mind, that place is hypnosis. As much as hypnosis puts you in the mood for sex, you associate sex with the sensation of your thoughts ebbing away into a blissful void. Of unlocking your mind for me. For your face, that place is between my asscheeks. That is the sexiest place you can imagine yourself. Whenever you think of sex, you imagine yourself engulfed by my curvy ass. For your tongue, that place is buried as deep as it can go inside my asshole. Whenever you are in the mood for sex, or whenever I decide to put you in the mood for sex, you crave to French my anus. The sensation of exploring my ass with your tongue and lips is the most erotically satisfying thing you can experience.
"The experiences of hypnosis and of worshiping my ass with your mouth are each so closely associated with the idea of sex for you that they start to converge. You find that whenever you are going down on my ass, you begin to slip into a trance. Your thoughts and your will slip away into oblivion so that your need to please me and your ecstasy at lavishing worship on my anus become your entire being. So closely have the experiences become entwined that you may find that, with enough focus, you slip into a light trance just from fantasizing about going down on my ass.
"Your adulation of my ass is not just something you feel during sex with me. No, any time you masturbate or any time you have sex with anyone else, you find yourself compelled to imagine yourself worshiping my ass. Exalting my ass is no longer just your primary sexual fantasy. All of your erotic fantasies -- all of them -- have been replaced by these: your need for me to hypnotize you, to rewrite your thoughts, to reprogram your mind. Your need to obey me. And your need to be between my asscheeks, tonguing my asshole. Whenever you masturbate or whenever you have sex with anyone else, you are drawn irresistibly into a perfectly vivid fantasy of fucking my ass with your tongue, until the fantasy may almost supplant your reality. You cannot orgasm -- ever -- until you surrender your mind to my power and your body to the worship of my ass."
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"Aren't you worried about things getting monotonous?" Felicia seemed intrigued but skeptical.
Olivia twirled her friend's hair as they cuddled on the couch. "Not at all. Not in the slightest. It's not boring -- it's exhilarating! Here's why. First, just because they're obsessed with my ass doesn't mean it's all they're good for. They're as obedient as ever -- more so, because I motivate them with the possibility of going down on my ass -- and they still have all their same triggers. They'll do whatever I want; it's just that they'll be fantasizing about my ass the whole time. That's not a problem for me. Naturally, when they eat my ass, I usually have them rub my clit at the same time or something like that.
"Second, I really do love ass play. I guess it's not for everyone, but it feels great. And it's not just about the (wonderful) physical sensations of ass play: it's the fact that I
gave them a fetish
