[Hypnosis, Submission, Oral, EYOC, Smoking--Everyone is well over 21.]
Self Hypnosis Can Also Benefit Others
I don't usually stray when I'm on the road. No, no---not that. I mean I pretty much stay at the hotel; eat in the hotel and then back to the room to work until lights out. But a couple of the hotels have pretty good restaurants close by. This one, for example, serves a really good grilled chicken sandwich. About a third of the breast falls outside the bun, and the sliced potatoes come with half a dozen sauces (you just have to ask nicely for more than one). The bar is roomy enough to open the laptop, and there is a mix of travelers and locals for conversation if that's your preference. And you can charge to the room.
Tonight, it was a local fellow sitting next to me. Between bites, late business emails, and Amber, the bartender, passing by, we had enough of an amiable conversation to continue it after the plates were cleared. We bought a round for the other.
15 minutes or so into the post dinner conversation, he leaned back and said he needed to step outside for a moment as he pulled a blueish cylinder from his jacket.
I hesitated, then sort of stammered, "I'll join you if that's OK?"
"Sure," he replied.
I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a baggie with a pack and lighter.
Turning to the bartender, I asked, "Amber, are there ashtrays on the patio or do I need to get one from you?"
She walked to the end, pulled one out and put it on the end of the bar.
"Watch our stuff, please?" I said as we went out.
"Maybe," she shot back. She's an attractive, self-assured bartender. Just enough cleavage and make-up to make your eyes linger. "I'm Not a Waitress" nail polish. Always wore black, leather skirt or pants, silky tops, sometimes a vest, had an intricate, light tattoo on her left shoulder. Flirts enough to make you feel attended to, but not a come-on, if you know what I mean. The presentation works. I tip 25%, sometime 30% if inspired by the package.
Holding the door open for the fellow, I remarked, "As long as we are taking this to another level, I'm Charles."
"Cute, I'm Steve," he said as he slid through.
It was empty, but he led to a table in the far corner.
As I opened the baggie, he raised his eyebrows a bit. "That's an unusual way to carry your stuff," he gestured.
"Eh," I shrugged. "I'm not really a smoker. I never tried it growing up, but a few months ago, I thought what the hell."
"And the bag?"
"Security. I don't have the best sense of smell, but my wife does. And although she used to years ago, she would no doubt start throwing things--very heavy things. I'm an endurance athlete and have always been 'pure'. Never tried drugs, don't drink to excess, etc. I keep it hidden in the car; take it out at the airport."
I chuckled, "And they're too expensive to buy a fresh pack for each trip."
I was fumbling with the pack, trying to get one out and hold the lighter at the same time.
"Clearly a neophyte," Steve observed.
"Yeah. It's only one at night and only on the road."
I finally got everything in the right place, lit it, took the first inhale, and settled back.
"You just need practice," Steve said, taking out an e-cigarette. The cylinder was a metallic blue and sparkly. He rolled it in his fingers for me to see.
"So how did you get the courage to take the plunge?"
I hesitated. He leaned forward, exhaling in my direction. His exhale was very fragrant. I sniffed it as it went by.
"Well?"
I smiled. "Unaccustomed as I am to sharing personal secrets with a stranger I have just met," I said, trying to disarm the question, "I suppose I can trust you?"
"Strangers in the night," he said.
My third inhale and starting to feel the nicotine, I relaxed and started talking.
"I've always had a smoking fetish. My mom and all her friends smoked. It was on TV and the movies. My wife smoked in the early days; stress relief mostly and sexual prop sometimes. She liked for me to go down on her and make her cum before she finished. So there was the sexual aspect of it. And then came the Internet and You Tube. So now I'm going down the rabbit hole, searching for videos of actresses or erotic settings. After a while, there was one video I kept going back to. A very attractive woman -- Julia I think -- had one where she teased the viewer with 'so you want to be smoker like me' and then described how to do it. Well, a month or so ago, I took a double Scotch back to the room, and watched the video over and over and sort of hypnotized myself to block the inhibitions and obey her."
My fourth inhale. And his exhale again in my direction.
Leaning in again he asked, "Then what."
"I just kept repeating her words -- be a smoker like me, you want to do this -- and walked next door to the convenience store and then straight back to the smoking area by the hotel. I bought some ultralights and did what she said. I didn't inhale the first and then had a second one. I inhaled this time and halfway through, the nicotine hit. I sobered up a moment or two later and then tossed the pack away. But the next trip I tried a different brand, and then a different one the next two trips before I settled on the longer ones---the VS 120s. To be frank, I like watching the exhales. And in bed I would try to visualize the smoke patterns coming off the tip and floating away. Tough when it's windy, but the patterns are captivating.
My fifth inhale.
"Self-hypnosis, huh?" he remarked.
I was very relaxed now. "Yeah----another erotic fetish."
My sixth inhale, as well as some more of his, now blown directly to me.
"So, it was sexual?" he asked.
"Yeah," I admitted. "I guess I was sort of dominating myself with my fetishes and submitting to her voice to overcome my resistance. Damn---that's circular."
My seventh inhale. The buzz is really building now.
"Clearly you were compelled to model this woman's style. You hold it like a woman does."
"Huh?" I murmured.
"Sure, you hold it straight up by your ear with your arm bent and your other arm across your chest. Very feminine. And you lift your head, exposing your neck. Very submissive, very seductive."
"I guess so," I was still murmuring, floating.
"It's natural. All your role models were women, so it's only natural. All you need is some lip gloss to complete the image. A nice dark burgundy imprint would be rather sexy wouldn't it?"
I'm trying to keep my thoughts focused so I make sense but not wanting to disrupt the buzz.
"Wouldn't it?" he prompted. "It would enhance the fetish further I think."
Visualizing it, I felt my dick stir. As I adjusted it, I murmured, "I suppose so." My voice trailed off.
"This is very relaxing, talking like this," he said. "Very, very relaxing. Take another inhale like she did and sit back."
My eighth inhale. I was aware of how I held it and so I made a point to lift my head and exhale straight up. A nice long plume.
"Relax," he instructed. "Look at me and relax."
He was holding his cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, rotating it back and forth. The sparkles were flashing slightly in the light from the restaurant. I was floating, watching them flash.
"That's right, don't blink. Just watch and relax."
Sometime later, he spoke -- softly, but firmly.
"I know there's more. What else has tempted you?" he asked. "You've done a very nice job of feminizing yourself as a smoker. Very sexy, very sensual. There's lots of fetishes out there; and lots of videos. Tell me. Watch the sparkles. You want to tell me."
Still not blinking, following the motion, I murmured, "What makes you think there's more?"
"I'm a counselor, I know people," he said. "And I know compulsion and temptation. And you got aroused when I suggested the lip gloss. So, what else have you submitted to? Who have you let dominate you?"
'How did he know?' I thought.
"Go ahead, I could guess, but it's easier for you to tell. Go ahead, we've gone this far. You're trapped by the sparkles and my voice. And I'm very, very interested. Indulge me, please."
"I----I found some other types of hypnosis videos," I trailed off.
"What sort?" he prodded.
I hesitated.
"I don't think, I mean I'm not comfortable-----"
He leaned in further; his voice was low. "Sure, I understand. I'm a total stranger and I'm asking for secrets. But after this I doubt we'll ever see each other again, so what's the harm. I'm interested. This is what I do."
"Well, I don't know," I muttered.
"Here, do this. Light another, hold it just like she did. Admit it emphasizes your inner feminine tendencies; we all have them.
He put his down, reached across and pulled one out of the pack and handed it to me. He picked up the lighter.
"Let me light it for you as a man would do for a woman," he instructed.
I held it to my lips and with my other hand, held his while he lit it. As he pulled back, he stroked my hand twice. I stroked his as well.
Aware of what I was to do, I held it straight up and took a slow long inhale, lifting my head to slowly exhale the plume upwards. All the time looking at his eyes, flirting.
"Go ahead, tell me----tell yourself you can do it, just like you did when you let the lady in the video tell you what to do."
Another exhale, and the compulsion washed over me.
"I found a video about being a Sissy and eating your own cum," I whispered.
"OK, and?" he gestured for me to go on.
"And so, I looked at a couple, and then a couple more, and then found one that was very compelling.
"Tell me."
"It was a layered video---strobes, words, a dominatrix talking, and a woman in the background in red latex smoking a VS120, slowly, with long exhales mixed with long nose exhales. I just watched her smoke and listened to the Dominatrix tell me to listen, that I was a slut, a good cum-eating slut, that I had been working up to doing, all I needed to do was be her good cum-eating slut. I wanted to please her. She knew I was ready now to obey her and do it for her."
"And so?"
I inhaled again. "I had leaked pre-cum, and so I tasted it. Then I got lotion and a washcloth and watched her again, this time cumming when the model gave one of her long nose exhales.
