I’ve had this fantasy for a long time, ever since someone in my acting class said he went to a hypnotist to help him get over his stage fright. I’ve had a lot of different versions of this fantasy. It’s the one fantasy I turn to when I want to make sure I can cum.
In the fantasy, I have decided to see a hypnotist for some reason. It doesn’t really matter why. I’m a little nervous when I go in for my first appointment. He greets me warmly as I go into the office. I see him checking me out. I have a nice body, if I do say so myself, nice breasts, not too big, toned legs that usually get a lot of looks. His office has a big leather couch, which I sit on.
He starts to put me under. I feel myself getting very sleepy. Pretty soon I am totally lost in his voice. When he sees how far under I am, that’s when he decides to make his move.
He gets up and comes over to the couch. “You will do whatever I say. You will have no control at all. You are not able to resist me.” I hear his words like from a long way away.
He comes closer. “Take off your shirt.” I try to resist but it does no good. My fingers are already unbuttoning it like they have a mind of their own. I strip out of my shirt.
“Now your bra.” Pretty soon my tits are exposed. He starts to fondle me with both hands. I try to push him away. “You are paralyzed,” he says. “You can’t move.” My body goes limp. I want to get away, but I just can’t seem to move.
“Stop! You can’t do this!” I say. “You can not speak,” he replies. Not a word. Just like that, I can’t say anything.
He stops fondling my tits so he can unzip his pants. I see with shock that he has a massive erection. I want to run away but all I can do is lie there limp. I am totally paralyzed and he knows it. “Open your mouth” he commands. I do it.
“You want to make me cum. My cum is the most delicious thing in the world to you. You will do anything to make me cum in your mouth.” All those things are suddenly true. I want to taste his hot salty spunk so bad. It’s all I can think about.
“You can move again. You don’t want to get away. All you want to do is make me cum in your mouth.” I know what he is doing to me, but that doesn’t matter. I take him in my mouth eagerly, I want it so bad. I suck him enthusiastically. All I can think of is how bad I want to taste his cum.
He gives it to me quick. When he starts to spurt, I slurp up his cum as fast as I can. The taste is incredible. I scoop what dribbles out of my mouth onto my fingers and lick them, it’s so good.
He zips his pants back up. I think that’s it but he’s not done, not by a long shot. “You are incredibly horny. You want to cum so bad that you think you might die if you can’t. You will do anything to cum right now.” His words come true.
“Get undressed,” he orders. “Masturbate.” I strip off what is left of my clothes. Instantly my fingers are down stroking my clit. My God, it feels so good.
“You can’t cum without my permission. Nothing you do will make you cum unless I say so.” My orgasm slips away. I move my fingers faster over my clit. I am dying for it but nothing seems to work. I can get so close but it just won’t happen.
“Beg me to let you cum.”
“Please let me cum! I need it so bad!” I am so desperate that I am almost in tears. “I have to cum! Please, please, please let me cum!” I can tell that he is getting turned on again.
“You are paralyzed again,” he says. Instantly my body goes limp. I am still dying to cum and now I can’t move.
He turns me over like a rag doll and bends me over the couch. I can’t move a muscle to stop him. He strips off all his clothes. From the corner of my eye I can see he is erect again.
“You can’t speak. You can only make moaning sounds. You want my cock inside you.” I start to moan in my need.
He grabs my hips. “You want this so bad.” I can’t say a word. I can only moan.
He shoves his erection in me. It feels so good! I am moaning like crazy. My body is totally limp. “You want my cum inside you. You want me to fill you up.” And I do, I really do.
He fucks me like that for a long time. I feel like a doll, totally unable to move. I am bound within my own mind. I want to cum, I want him to cum in me, but there is nothing I can do but lie there.
He fucks me harder. I moan louder. “Cum now! Cum!” he commands. I scream. He spurts inside me, just like I want him to, and I cum harder than I have ever cum before.
I think that’s the end. It is not, it’s only the beginning. He plants a bunch of suggestions in my mind. He tells me that no matter what I do, from now on on I can never cum without his permission. He also tells me that every day when I get home from work I will become incredibly horny and I will need to cum so bad that I can’t think of anything else. He says that I will strip myself naked and then call him on my cell phone.
He sets up an appointment for me. Every Friday I will come back to his office. He says that every Friday morning when I wake up I will look forward to the appointment all day.
His mind control works. Every day as soon as I get home I am instantly horny. I can hardly wait to get my clothes off and call him, because I know it is the only way that I can cum. I finger my dripping pussy when I am dialing the phone. I am so eager to talk to him that I’m shaking. As soon as he answers he hypnotizes me over the phone.
He makes me do all kinds of things. He makes me stand naked in the window and expose myself to the neighbors. He tells me I want to do it and I do. He makes me masturbate openly while I beg him to cum. Sometimes he lets me and sometimes he doesn’t. He commands me to fuck myself with a bottle while I moan for him over the phone. He tells me to take dirty pictures of myself and send them to him. Every Friday he hypnotizes me and uses my body for sex. He makes me tell him all the things I don’t like to do and then he makes me want him. His control over my mind is complete.