#erotic hypnosis
I love with this lifestyle
I’m to whoever gets my attention
Not for kids✌️
Mind blowing
You wish you were here
When you are obsessed with me hehe
Looking at whoever doesn’t like a hypnotized session
“Forget Now,” he said in a commanding voice.
I was standing next to the bed he was on. He was sitting, legs out with his hands in his lap, a look of enjoyment on his face.
He had asked to me stand up, and I was smiling while staring into his eyes willfully, trying to stay strong in the face of uncertainty
“Forget Now.”
A dark fog began to slowly roll across the ridges and valleys of my mind like dusk in the mountains, the darkness sweeping the hollows first before crawling towards the tree line and highest points in elevation.
“Ali?” He said. He was watching the expression change on my face.
I wondered why he was saying my name. The fog swirled around slowly, blacking out the easily forgotten first: my childhood phone number, the name of my hometown. It pushed and prodded deeper, gently covering more vital information.
“Ali?” he said again. He must have seen my furrowed brow, my futile attempts at resistance and reconciliation playing out on my face.
I looked up at him, confused. I knew the word, “Ali,” intimately, but somehow, I had misplaced its meaning. My eyes darted around the room, looking for clues, but I came up empty.
The dark fog continued sweeping through my mind, throwing a blanket over the text message from him that had made me so excited earlier in the day: You don’t, by any chance, have any thick ribbon at your house, do you? The fog reached my memory of the spiral, but I held onto it tightly. I had been looking at an orange swirl, in a small chamber full of windows that looked out upon endless space. The chamber was filled with a buzzing frequency that was somehow both relaxing and all-consuming. I had imagined myself in this room, focusing on the brightest star, one that I believed to be home, longing towards it, but feeling resigned to my fate. The fog was looming around this edges of this image. I fought it off for a moment, but I was powerless as it pushed through my resistance, erasing every last memory in my mind until I was entirely blank and empty.
“Ali!”
I looked up. I was standing next to a bed in an unfamiliar space looking at someone that I was almost certain I had never seen before. What does that word mean? Panic began to wash over me. I felt lost, as if I had been drained of purpose and personage. I felt displaced, as if I had lost my bearings on time and place. I looked at him with big eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “Who are you?”
“Ahhh,” he said, “This can sometimes happen. It’s a glitch in your programming. Don’t worry, you’ll soon begin to feel perfectly normal again.”
“Perfectly normal?” I asked. My feelings of panic were beginning to dissipate and be replaced by something else. I was feeling drawn towards his slight aura of familiarity and trust. He was tall, with dark hair and square rimmed glasses. His voice felt calming and easy to listen to.
He nodded sagely.
“You see, you are a doll. A sophisticated doll with very advanced functions. I have turned on your consciousness setting, which accounts for your confusion. Right before I did that, you were modeling clothes. Usually, dolls don’t wear clothing.”
I looked down at my body. I was indeed wearing clothings, but they suddenly felt unnatural against my skin. I grabbed at them helplessly.
“Take them off, Doll.”
It felt natural to obey his words. He was the only person in my world and I trusted him without hesitation. I urgently removed my shirt, crossing my arms to pull it over my head, and I slid quickly out of my pants. I tore off my bra and underwear, until finally I was standing in front of him completely naked.
“Good, Doll,” he said, and I felt warmth and satisfaction wash over me.
“Now,” he began as he got of the bed where he had been sitting, “another one of your advanced functions is your ability to apply makeup.”
He placed a small yellow case in my hand, and firmly held my shoulders as he directed me to a bench in front of a mirror. He sat me down and positioned the mirror so I could easily see my reflection. I touched a hand to my face, admiring my short brown hair, freckles, lips, and empty eyes.
“You’re going to do your makeup now, Doll. And as you do your makeup, I want you to feel more and more relaxed and happy. Understand, Doll?”
I nodded, and he smiled.
“Good, Doll.”
I unzipped the the case that he had handed me. Inside of it, were small plastic tubes, jars, and pencils. The contents were familiar, but nameless in my mind. I began with a small container of beige powder that I spread over my face. There was pink that I dabbed on my cheeks, and silver for the lids of my eyes. The more I put on, the happier I felt. It started as a warmth that spread through my stomach and billowed out into my limbs, up my neck, and around my face. A smile washed over me. I picked out a tube of the pinkest pink and drew it slowly on my lips, feeling the sensation of the waxy substance spreading and pulling at my lips. I turned to face him.
“Good, Doll,” he said, a grin spreading slowly across his face. “Stand up, “ he commanded.
I stood up. He towered over me and I had to strain my neck to look into his eyes. I wanted to, and I did so adoringly. I had imprinted upon him. He took my hair into his hands.
“Now for the finishing touch,” he said.
He let go of my hair and grabbed a spool of thick pink ribbon from a nearby shelf. He positioned me standing in front of the mirror and began to wrap my body in ribbon. He started with my chest, covering my breasts and crossing it in the back. He wrapped it around my neck, down my back, and through my legs. I felt the friction of the ribbon as it slid through my slit. He brought the ribbon over my shoulders, around my back, and then tied a ribbon in front of the chest belt. He then took a crystal from his pocket and tenderly clasped it around my neck.
I admired myself tied up and dolled up. My pupils were slightly dilated and my mouth hung open in an empty expression. I looked beautiful and I felt beautiful, as if I had realized my purpose in life. I was a blank slate, ready to be programmed for whatever my master desired.
“Perfect,” he said, “a mindless, brainless, helpless, fuckdoll.”
“I am mindless, brainless, helpless, fuckdoll,” I repeated obediently.
Purpose realized.
Artwork commissioned by the amazingly talented @aliakindomu.
Original story about a true-life scene written by me for my partner’s birthday and shared with his permission.
I did an art! And it found a lovely story to keep it company. Ohhhhh my gosh I can’t believe I forgot to make that ribbon pink that’s it i failed everybody out
One of the sexiest stories I’ve read on here–super hot ideas–and the art fits it perfectly.
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Inspired by @weakandsleepygrrland@jukeboxemcsa
“Sleep and suck.”
jilly did as she was told. Her mouth licked and sucked and worshipped Mistress’ tit. Her mind slept, but she dreamed.
“Sleep and suck”
She dreamed of Mistress’ soft nipple, the taste of butterscotch on her tongue. She dreamed of the sweet cream dripping down her mouth.
“Sleep and suck”
She dreamed of undoing her shirt, her breasts hanging free. She dreamed they were swelling, growing and changing to fulfill her new purpose.
Then the dream ended. Mistress removed herself from jilly’s mouth. jilly whined, her eyes pleading for more.
“Such a good girl.” Mistress grabbed her pet’s head, tilting her down to her bare pussy. “You drank your whole meal! Time for dessert now pet.”
jilly obeyed. Her head moved down to Mistress’ nexus. She smelled Mistress’ sweet nectar. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself slip into trance…
“Now jilly, sleep and suck. We have a long night ahead of us”
jilly’s tongue extended into Milena’s dripping slit. She tasted hints of fruit and vanilla, and a new dream began…
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That feeling…
the one that makes you want to stay…
the one that Keeps you
here…
that feeling…
it is so nice, is it not?
let yourself relax into the soft pillow of my words
let yourself want to stay
to be Kept.
sssuh stay
You want to ssssssssssstay
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Kristy giggled. “Oh, wow! This is so amazing!” She stuck out her tongue again, eyes closed, and took another tentative lick. “Seriously, if I didn’t know I was licking your boobs, I would swear this was real butterscotch!”
“It really is amazing what the mind can do, isn’t it?” Melanie chuckled, leaning in just a little bit to press more of her nipple against Kristy’s questing tongue. “It’s why I love hypnosis so much. Everyone hears about it and thinks, ‘Evil Sinister Hypnotist Enslaves Helpless Victims’, but there’s so much more you can do with it. And of course, you’re enjoying it from your end, aren’t you?”
“Mhmm,” Kristy murmured, her mouth temporarily engaged in activities other than speech. She suckled on Melanie’s breast for a long moment, saving the rich sweet taste that she couldn’t help but recognize from her favorite memories. She opened her eyes for a moment, thinking it might change, but nothing was any different. Even though she knew, intellectually, that she had her lips wrapped around another woman’s nipples, Melanie was just like candy on her tongue.
“That’s a good girl,” Melanie whispered, squirming under Kristy’s intense kisses. “The other one is chocolate, you know.” Without hesitation, Kristy began to bob her head back and forth, sucking first one nipple then the other, her mouth contorting in a smile despite her pursed lips. Melanie couldn’t help herself–she entwined her fingers into Kristy’s hair, helping to guide her lover’s motions.
“S-so good….” Kristy said, her eyes closed now more than they were open. She licked and sucked ravenously at Melanie’s breasts, eager to get every last bit of the flavor. She felt as though the sweetness was saturating her mind, taking her back into that warm and peaceful place Melanie had guided her to earlier. Melanie told her that hypnosis was all about focus, and wasn’t she very very focused right now? With a gentle sigh, she gave in to the feeling and let her mind go blank.
“That’s my good girl,” Melanie cooed, recognizing the shift in Kristy’s body language. “That’s my sweet little candy-brain. All those thoughts melting like syrup as you lick and suck, and doesn’t it feel so good?” She nodded Kristy’s head for her, delighting in the mewl of helpless pleasure the other woman let out as she realized she was unable to resist Melanie’s control. You could do so much more than control a willing subject with hypnosis, Melanie thought, but that didn’t mean that control wasn’t part of the fun.
“Letting yourself sink into the sweet taste of my body, just like a kid in a candy store.“ Melanie guided Kristy’s head down, lower and lower, whispering flavors with each new lick. “So happy, so lost, so deep in my will and you don’t want to stop, do you?” She helped Kristy’s head move in a ‘no’, but Melanie and Kristy both knew the answer. “And you know your favorite flavor is still coming up, isn’t it, sweetie? Tell me what your favorite flavor in the whole wide world is, pretty girl.”
“S-strawberry ice cream,” Kristy whimpered. She never imagined the idea of ice cream would turn her on so much, but the image in her head of licking away at the sweet pink cream felt like it was wired directly into her panties. She was dripping with arousal at what she knew was coming. She could smell the arousal coming off of Melanie in waves, getting closer and closer, and she moaned in anticipation.
“Strawberry it is,” Melanie purred, before she guided Kristy’s head down to her pussy and allowed her, finally, to lick.
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Oh wow
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“Um…listen,” she said, unconsciously biting her lower lip, “we’ve been friends a long time, right? I mean, I can talk to you about stuff that might seem kind of…weird, and you’re not going to freak out about it?” Her eyes were practically pleading you to say yes.
“Well, I…sure,” you say. You give a little shrug and turn down the study mixtape you brought over. (Down but not off, obviously.) “What is it you want to talk about?” You lean back on the bed, the picture of amiable confusion.
“Well, lately, I’ve…” She blushes. It’s probably taken her all night to work up the nerve to talk about this. It’s probably the only thing she’s been thinking about. “I’ve had this weird kind of–well, maybe it’s weird. I dunno if it is or not. But–” She looks down at the bedspread, unable to meet your gaze.
“I’ve been wanting to show you my ass,” she says, rattling the words out before she can stop herself. “Like, present it to you, you know? Bend over, naked, and spread my butt cheeks to give you a really good view of my ass and pussy from behind. That’s not…weird, is it?”
This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You give her an affectionate smile, the kind you reserve for a friend who’s worried over nothing, and say, “No, I don’t think that’s weird at all.” You expect for a moment that you’ll have to justify it further, perhaps tell her that lots of friends are comfortable seeing each other’s bodies, but apparently permission was all she needed. She flings off her clothes with hurried, urgent abandon and crouches on the bed. Naked. Open. Aroused.
“Mmmmm,” she sighs, her hands holding herself wide. “That feels so good. Why does that feel so good?” She rolls her hips as she speaks, as if already grinding on an imaginary cock. She sounds confused. The muzzy, dazed tone in her voice turns you on even more than her pussy and ass do.
“Because you want to be mine,” you whisper huskily, reaching for the headphones. “This is the position a good slave should assume, and you want to be a good little slavegirl for me.” You put the headphones on her, and plug them in so the study mix goes straight into her ears in stereo. She doesn’t notice. She’s too busy coping with the wave of arousal your words created.
“S-slavegirl…” she moans, as you reach out and begin to play with her exposed body. “W-want to be your slavegirl…” She quivers under your touch. You almost don’t know where to start touching her–you’ve been working toward this moment for so long that you’re not really sure what to do next.
Everything, you decide. You turn the music up, letting the subliminal messages blast into her mind. You’re going to do everything you’ve ever wanted. With a slow, sensuous caress of that perfect ass, you begin.
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I don’t necessarily think of myself as an “evil hypnotist”, but I do sometimes admit to the label of “chaotic neutral hypnotist”. Take Laurie, for instance. One of her favorite fantasies is the idea that she’s a perfectly normal, smart young woman (which she is) but that sinister mind controllers are piping a signal into her television to make her horny and suggestible. And once the subliminal messages have wormed their way into her brain, she can’t stop watching. Her eyes are locked onto the screen while her pussy gets wetter and her nipples throb more and more intensely, until she’s mindlessly masturbating and begging to be an obedient slave.
Now, in her fantasies, they get to her by corrupting her favorite pornographic videos. But she’s been letting me hypnotize her for ages now, and she’s responsive enough to my commands at this point that there’s very little she won’t accept automatically and unthinkingly. And did I mention “chaotic neutral”? So I put a little trigger in her brain that tells her the next time she watches television, she always finds that whatever program is on, the mind controllers have gotten to it. They’re pumping subliminals through the screen, brainwashing her into mounting, mindless arousal and an inability to look away. Even if it’s just on in the background, her attention will slowly, inexorably drift to the show until she can’t stop herself from watching it and masturbating. And when she’s done being ‘programmed’, she will come to me for further instructions.
Naturally, I’m careful about when and where I use my triggers. It wouldn’t do to make her do this if we’re staying over at her mother’s house or something. But I have to confess, I use this one a lot when we’re at home. It’s just so damn hot to turn on the TV and watch her glance out of the corner of her eye at the screen, over and over, each time getting more absorbed in the flickering images, until she walks in a daze to stare directly at it, her arousal visibly seeping through the fabric of her clothes, her fingers slowly sliding down to tease her wet pussy as she rubs and moans and loses all her will to the subliminal messages she just knows are there.
And yes, it’s pretty damn funny to watch her masturbate like that when the thing she’s being uncontrollably aroused by Rachael Ray making a salad. I’m not exactly evil, but I make no apologies either.
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Sandra stumbled outside, the cool evening air helping clear her head a little. Exhausted from the short walk, she slumped against the wall and slid down. She looked up suddenly when she heard the click of heels and saw the party’s hostess - the one whose name she hadn’t got - smiling down at her.
“Sandi? What are you doing out here? Everyone else is inside enjoying the party.”
“I… I can’t go back inside,” said Sandra, trying to focus through the fog in her head and unnerved by the blank look of the woman in front of her. “The music was doing something… something to my head…”
“Oh, poor dear. Did you have a headache? Let’s go back inside, I can give you something for that.”
“No,” Sandra, shaking her head and instantly regretting it. “It made it hard to think… It was doing something to my mind…”
“Everyone else loves the music, Sandi. You should come inside and listen some more.”
“That’s… that’s not my name,” said Sandra as she tried to stand. She suddenly thought she needed to get away from her new friend.
“How much of the music did you hear, Sandi? Please answer me.”
“A few… few minutes…”
“That should be plenty to melt your mind. Oh, you must be very strong indeed. Not strong enough though, I fancy. Stand up, Sandi.”
Sandra needed to stand up. The hostess had told her to stand up. She forced herself to her feet, her mind thankful for the focus.
“There, isn’t that better, Sandi?”
“I’m not… that’s not…”
“Your name is Sandi.”
“…my name… Sandi…”
“Your name is Sandi and you want to come back to the party.”
“Name is Sandi… Back to the party…” As she muttered, Sandi took a few slow steps forward, towards the thumping sound of the music.
“I’ll take you back to the party. Follow me, Sandi.”
Sandi nodded gently, grateful to her hostess. She had to get back to the party. She started to wonder why she had ever left but that thought faded as the music grew louder and filled her mind.
Omg being given a new name is soooo hot
Renaming someone is one of my favourite things in mind control erotica. A person’s name is such a fundamental part of who they are and how they think about themselves that changing it always seems really powerful.
And of course what you change the name to can say about their new personality: Sandra to Sandi for a bimbo, just plain “slave” for a mindless drone, even just taking their old name and stripping them of an upper case letter. Sandra was a person but sandra’s just a slave.
Screwing with someone’s favourite colour is also fun… Maybe I should write these down…
Ohhhhh…. this is so hot… I <3 this idea
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I warned you, but you didn’t believe me, you didn’t think I’d do it.
Well, take this :P
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Hikaru was wondering why she was sitting here, buried in the back of the quiet blues club all alone in the little black dress her “dear” cousin Kaho had sent her from Japan. It drew up, curling into a shoulder-less collar that left the soft curve of her back exposed all the way to the base of her spine. And while she was grateful that it at least didn’t expose the curve of her cleavage, the way it hugged to every little curve it covered, left her almost unconsciously aware of just how much her body was on display.
This really wasn’t her thing. She liked the music well enough, but she’d rather be here in a pair of slacks, a blouse, and a jacket. Not having to feel the watchful eyes devouring her from every angle of the club.
It made her shift about, trying to put her body in a way that wouldn’t quite draw so much attention. She… she hated to admit she didn’t dislike it. It just made her feel so very exposed, uncomfortable.
Mainly because she could feel that traitorous little part of her mind whispering to her that she actually liked it. That Kaho knew that. That she had put her up to this because she somehow figured out that her damaged little mind was filled with so many fucked up desires that she didn’t know what she should be doing.
It was so easy to just let go and play the dutiful young noblewoman. To submit to the rigors of duty and expectation. She’d been raised that way, after all, her grandfather had instilled the spirit of their samurai ancestors into her the entire time she’d grown up.
But, not Kaho. Kaho had lived a life of greater expectations and responsibilities than Hikaru herself had been under most of her life. But, Kaho had somehow managed to come out of it as a mischievous little minx that lived to make her life as confusing and frustrating as possible.
She sighed and stared down into her drink, just a simple club soda, before she lifted it up to her lips and took a slow little sip. The music was quite good, she had to admit, for New York at least. She’d much prefer to be lounging in New Orleans with the soulful joy and sorrow of the city of blues, but, she made due with what she had.
“Enjoying the show?” The voice was smooth, just loud enough to be heard over the notes of the music, and most definitely male.
Her body didn’t quite stiffen, but, she did straighten her back just a bit. She’d been so lost in her own melancholy thoughts, she’d missed his approach, sloppy of her. Turning her head, she let her eyes flash towards the direction, and found a faintly smiling main, dressed in a well-tailored shirt, vest, and slacks.
With a pair of piercing grey eyes ringed with a familiar splash of gold. She’d seen it before of course, it was uncommon, but not really unheard of, but, it was enough to cause her to stumble a moment in her thoughts. They really were quite captivating.
“I… suppose,” she finally answered, keeping her voice purposely distant, aloof. She’d been dealing with guys approaching her on and off all night. Shooting one more down wouldn’t be too hard. “I’m sorry but-…”
“I’m glad,” he interrupted her, still smiling faintly as he kept his eyes on hers, staring deep into her as his body seemed so relaxed, calm, confident. “I do try to keep the shows in my club entertaining. And having someone come in, I do so want to make sure they’re comfortable and enjoying themselves. Don’t you agree?”
In spite of herself, she couldn’t help but nod slightly at his question. It was a reasonable enough statement. And if he was the owner, she couldn’t quite dismiss him as easily as the others. “Yes, it is a very nice club.”
For New York at least.
“I’m glad you find it enjoyable, I do try to keep it as… inviting of an atmosphere as I can. The kind of place where a girl can feel comfortable, relaxed as she enjoys herself, where she doesn’t have to worry about keeping up her guard so much, where she can just relax and enjoy herself, and when the moment’s right, she can find herself just connecting to the right person, who comes up, and you can just feelthe way they seem to reach down, deeper into you than you thought possible, making you feel that wonderful connection down into the core of who you are.”
This was not what Hikaru had been expecting. Cheesy pick up lines, flirting, maybe even a good pick up line here and there. This was not those things.
“I…”
“In the right moment,” he continued, gently cutting her off, almost silencing her with his words as he continued to never once breaking eye contact with her, his own gaze looking into her, through her in a way she wasn’t quite sure how she should feel about. “It feels as if everything you’ve been feeling up until that point was numbed out, muted, less than it could be, as if a beautiful flower, set on a pedestal and left trapped in a block of pure, glistening ice deep down away from warm, soothing light of the sun.”
She swallowed thickly at that as his words hit entirely too close to home, they were a bit too true, a bit closer than what this man could possibly imagine. But he wasn’t done.
“Then, someone comes into your life, just like this, and suddenly, for the first time, you can feel the warm, gentle, soothing rays of the rising morning sun piercing down into that hidden depth, and you can feel the ice slowly starting to melt beneath the sweet, powerful emotions is awakens inside of you, drip by dripping drop, slowly flowing down, as with every breath, that gentle heat starts to grow.”
Whatever she might’ve said in response to that stuck in her throat. She stared back at him, wide-eyed and bewildered as she unconsciously licked her suddenly dry lips. The imagery… She could practically see it, a frozen chrysanthemum, trapped there in the ice, the cold, bitter numbness consuming it, her, until the light of the sun pierced into it.
It rang a little too true. It pierced a bit deeper than it would have otherwise.
“Because, you can feel those wonderfully powerful feelings, they can come alive in you, as you feel the heat starting to seep into you, flowing through your veins like a thick, golden, sun-kissed honey, sticking to every little part of you it touches, almost consuming you with that wonderful, indescribable heat that just melts away the numbed chill that has consumed you for so long.”
She shivered unconsciously, barely recognizing the feelings stirring up in her, the heat, familiar and alien all at once as she could feel the way the friction of her thighs pressing together seemed to feed it even more. This was not something she had much experience with. This was not something she had ever thought about experiencing outside of a few forbidden nights of wicked little thoughts that she’d given in to the temptation in the privacy of her room.
“Yes, you can feel it, can’t you? The way all that numb chill is slowly dribbling down, glistening as it trails along the soft, curving slope of those legs holding that flower aloft, every little pulsing beat of your heart, like the warm breath of the sun, sending a tremor of delight, warmth, and wonderful awakening through you.
“You can feel that familiarity just growing, a sweet, pulsing feeling that just flow deep into you, that you can’t help but feel the way you spread yourself wide and open for, to feel it almost thrusting into your depths, filling you with such exquisite sensation that you can’t help but savor the way it erupts into a sense of Trust and security. Knowing that you’re just being connected with in a way you never thought possible, faster than you ever imagined.
“But it’s there, isn’t it? That feeling, that knowledge, that connection reaching down into the deepest part of you that is suddenly stirring after so long been forgotten, neglected and lost…”
Wordlessly, she couldn’t help but nod her head in agreement, her eyes growing slowly unfocused, her lip drawn unconsciously back into her mouth as she shifted again, squirming in her seat. It was… she wasn’t sure how to really describe it. It just felt good.
“I’ve been told that when you feelthis kind of connection, you can’t help but just allow yourself to surrender to it, to the way it just courses through you, awakens you, makes you feel more alive than you thought possible. This friend, told me that you can feel it, how that trust and security just makes you openup yourself wide, to allow it to penetrate deep into you, filling you with a sudden, overpowering, wonderful sense of contented trust, safety, security, that it explodes into a wonderful eruption of desire.
“Because here, now, you can finally let yourself feel it, awoken, hungering, coursing through your veins as it leaves your breath short, hot, hungering, as your heart starts to hammer with that growing need inside your chest.”
She sucked in a breath, sudden, sharp hungering as those words slammed into her and she realized with a sudden crystallized thought exactly what she was feeling. She’d known she was attracted to men, that she found them desirable. But, this was the first time she could remember feeling that desire hitting her full force.
It was impossible for her to not start to squirm against the sensations, the feelings coursing through her, the way her body suddenly seemed to be so much more sensitive to every little thing. The smooth black lace and silk beneath her dress pressed back into her hardening nubs and reminded her oh so much of every little motion she made. She was suddenly caught up in a swirling storm of sweet sensations she had so very little idea of how to handle.
And she was staring up at him now, eyes wide, dilated and mouth hanging slightly open.
“I have a friend who told me once, that when you find that feeling awakening inside of you, when you feel it, coursing through your veins, someone can reach inside of you and grab hold of your attention, and the rest of the world just seems to Fade away. You can’t help but feel the want, the Desire, the Need flowing through you, filling you with every breath as you eagerly open yourself up to the feeling of pure desire penetrating Deep inside of you, pouring through you until it suddenly explodes into a wonderful feeling of wonderful, aching NeedandSurrender.
“She always told me, that was when you just Know, what’s going to happen next, that you’re going to Give In to those desires, to Surrenderto the feeling of hot, sweet, burning Need you feel pouring through your veins. When you’ll do practically anything to slake that aching want.”
The sweet, liquid moan that escaped her lips was almost melodic in nature, even as it dripped with a deep undercurrent of pure, primal hunger. He was right. He was so very right. She could feel it, flowing through her, deep, aching, hungering. How could she not have known about this? How could she not have ever felt this before?
“And she would tell me, that when you reach that state, that feeling, that heat soaking through every little inch of your body, every little touch, seems to stoke that fire even hotter.” She could feel his touch, caressing lightly along her jaw, feather-light, but it sent a trembling spark of hunger that made her eagerly lean into that caress, her eyes falling half closed as another sweet, soft moan left her lips. “Every touch, makes you crave even more, every motion, every little breath, and your hunger to feel your body pressed against Mine.”
If she hadn’t already felt the thrill that the simple touch of his fingers against her jaw had brought her, she might’ve questioned that, might’ve found it ridiculous, might’ve fought back against it. But already she’d had a taste, already she’d felt that sweet caress of glistening bliss pouring down into her. And she found that she eagerly hungered for more.
She shifted towards him, her body struggling to get closer to the heat he promised, he offered. To touch her body against his. To feel him holding her. To embrace that sweet pleasure it promised her.
This was something she Needed.
And he smiled at her as she moved, as she wanted, as she Needed. He could see it in her, she could feel that, she knew that. When he touched her again, she could feel the sweet, liquid, mewling moan leave her lips in a helpless rush of sound.
His fingers curled lightly down her neck, stroking her throat for a moment, before gently cupping against the base of her skull. She stared up at him, a feeling of boiling weakness flowing through her like nothing she’d ever imagined. A weakness that didn’t come with a sense of helplessness, but instead only seemed to drive the heat inside of her to a greater level.
“Every little motion, every little hunger, every little want that pours out of the depths of who you are like a sweet, fresh spring, bubbling and glistening with the promise of sweet, yearning desire that moves through your veins like a thick, sweet golden honey, sticking to every little part of you.”
Her eyes closed, she let out a sweet, soft little mewling whimper, a clear sound that seemed to drip with the desire she felt growing inside of her. A small part of her realized what was happening to her. That she was slowly being seduced by this man.
And she was most assuredly enjoying it.
“You want it more, don’t you? That feeling, growing inside of you, hungering, craving, needing… You can feel it stronger and stronger than you ever imagined what you could possibly feel, a depth of pure emotion, sensation, feeling like nothing you ever really imagined, showing you such wondrous possibilities like you never thought possible,” ever so casually he brought his thumb to slowly stroke against the soft, moist curve of her lower lip, caressing it with the faintest of touches as she shivered in response.
“Its all there, its always been there, hungering, growing inside of you, wanting and waiting desperately to be released, to find something to slide deep down into you, like a thick, heavy bronze key, glistening with warm oil so it can reach the waiting depths inside of you and with a click, you can feel it sliding into place, and in an instant, unlocking all those desires you never realized the pure strength of.”
“I…” The word came out a breathy little whisper, barely a voice, barely a syllable as she felt the tremor of those sensations coursing through her. Gods, he was right. She hadn’t ever dreamed she could feel… this.
It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and delightful in ways she couldn’t have begun to imagine before.
She half-opened her eyes and looked up at him, feeling the way her gaze glistened with unspoken want, as she tried desperately to meet his gaze. It was at that moment that she felt herself being gently pulled to her feet, her body barely able to hold herself to stand as she half fell, half pressed herself into his chest. The sweet feel of heat from his chest soaked into her skin through the fabric of her dress she just realized how thin it actually was.
Suddenly she could feel the touch of his hot breath against her lips. His skin so close to hers, almost touching, inviting. Gently she felt her mouth opening, offering it up as she savored the way the feeling of heartbeat against hers.
Words failed her.
“Perhaps, you’d prefer we take this somewhere, more… private, hmm?” His lips had departed from hers, hovering now above her neck, his breath tickling against her soft skin, almost purring into her ear.
Vaguely, she became aware of the world again, of the fact that they were not in some private room. That they were in public, that people could see her. Her face flushed brightly as she couldn’t help imagining how she looked. Dressed in this tight little dress, clinging to this man, her face flushed, her breath ragged, and mouth achingly open.
It sent an involuntary shiver down her spine at the realization that she liked that feeling as her face flushed even brighter. Distantly, she felt her head nodding in agreement to his suggestion. The offer, the possibility, and the things that it entailed.
She felt his arm gently wrapped around her waist, his hand settling on the crook of her waist, fingers lightly, almost possessively stroking down along her hip. Instinctively, she pressed into his embrace. Her own arms raised up and draped against his body, as her head curled into his shoulder as she watched the world beneath the sudden veil of her hair obscuring her face.
And then they walked. She could feel the way the anticipation built with every step, almost stumbling here and there as she grew more and more eager, her stomach rolling with an aching, quivering void that demanded to be filled. Across the floor, they went. Up an almost hidden set of stairs, and through a door that clicked shut with such finality.
Suddenly, the world was a much quieter place. She could still hear the music, distantly humming around her, but the sounds of patrons had vanished entirely. Swallowing heavily, she looked up at him, eyes wide, wondering, filled with hesitation.
And he touched her again, a slow, feather soft touch that traced gently over her cheek, lightly brushing against her jaw before tracing down the soft skin her neck.
“Now, here we are, a bit quieter, a bit softer, but still you can feel it, can’t you? That heat, beating through your veins, hungering, wanting, yearning as you ache to feel that wanting emptiness inside of you satisfied.”
His voice just dripped down into her, and almost immediately, she could feel the way her world melted around it. Only now it was stronger, clearer. She didn’t have the subtle distractions she did before, she didn’t have anything but the soft churn of gentle music soothing in the background.
There was nothing between her and the way his words seemed to reach so deeply down inside of her.
“Mmm, you do want that, don’t you?” His breath was back in her ear, hot, teasing as it brushed against her skin, trickling down her neck. “To feel it, to satisfy it, that Need you can feel burning inside of yourself, that desire, that want, that hunger.”
She shivered softly and slowly nodded her head, not sure she trusted her mouth to say the words.
Only he wasn’t satisfied with that apparently as he reached down and lightly cupped her chin, drawing her eyes to his. “Now, now, none of that…”
His thumb was brushing lightly across her soft lower lip. “You have to say it, my dear. I have to hear it. Do you want it?”
For a moment she froze, caught against the swell of hesitation as reflexively she swallowed the sound of protest she could feel lodged in the back of her throat. Then, she could feel the brush of his hand, slowly caressing down her stomach, stroking, teasing, caressing. She could feel the way her hesitation just seemed to melt at that.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice soft, laced with a sweet, whimpering moan. “I want it.”
“Mmm,” his voice was almost purring into her ear as she arched into the contact of his fingers, splaying lightly across her stomach. “And what is it you want?”
She moaned in frustration, looking up at him with smoldering dark eyes. “You know what I want.”
He had to, she could see it in his eyes. She knew he knew what she wanted. What she needed. But, she could see there, he was going to make a game of it, drawing out every little concession and desperation in her he could.
And that made the heat inside of her roar with desire.
“Yet, you still have to say it…” he teased her back, just as she knew he would, that contact so close, but so far from the churning, aching hunger inside of her that she arched herself back further, trying to drop his fingers even lower.
But still, they stayed, lingering so frustratingly close but so enticingly not quite where she wanted.
“I… want it,” she whispered at first, squirming beneath his hands, eagerly trying to press them into him however they could.
“Want what?” he pressed, teasing, enticing, hungering down into her ear.
“I want… I want…” she repeated in that same hissing, moaning breath. “I want you… inside of me…”
“Mmm… do you now?” He teased her again, fingers dipping just enough to feel it, but still stopping well short. “Wanting, hungering, needing. Feeling it surging inside of you, a merciless, wanton heat that’s consuming everything inside your pretty little head… Melting it down into a sweet, glistening pool of molten Want.”
“Yessss,” she drew out the word with another sweet, hissing moan. “Please!”
And she could feel the way his fingers dipped down along the fabric of her dress, dropping down above the molten gates, begging him to part them, and slowly caressed the faint cover until he reached the hem. She didn’t even try to fight him when he drew it back, inch by inch, merely shifting closer as she tried to moan, desperately into his ear.
She knew when he had revealed the black lace covering the glistening entrance to her want. She knew when he brought it up to rest, stretched across her hips as he lightly pushed her back until she could feel calves pressed into the soft material of a couch. She knew when his hand slowly traced up from the bunched-up fabric of her dress and slowly traced up the valley of her spine all the way up the where her dress hung from the back of her neck.
He cupped upon the base of her neck for a moment, beneath the silky curtain of her hair, before he slowly tightened his fingers into them, curling back until she felt him taking almost gentle, but firm grip upon her. With that, he lightly urged her head to cant back up, staring up at him as she felt the caress of his other hand slowly tracing up her soft inner thigh. When his breath curled down upon her lips once more, she whimpered lightly in need as just when she could barely feel him tracing the oh-so-thin lace over her want, he spoke.
“Is this what you want, hmm? To feel this glistening, dripping little want filled? To feel it slowly stripped bare, peeling away the sweet bit of lace soaked in your want, your need? To feel Me, slowly exploring these depths of yours, this quivering, aching little petals, framing, inviting the wanting depths you ache to feel filled?”
“Yes!” She moaned. Or was it a mewl? She couldn’t tell, couldn’t care. She just knew that the liquid sound dripping past her lips was so filled with desire that she couldn’t stop the shudder of growing heat it sent straight down deep into her.
Gods and Goddesses, she knew that she was practically on fire with these feelings. How had she never known about this before? How had she ignored it? It drove her to arch back, to grind her hips into that frustratingly faint contact he just barely brought against her, to press into him, to practically present herself to him.
“Then, I don’t think you need these anymore, now do you?” he asked almost rhetorically as he could see the momentary confusion in her eyes, before they widened as she felt him hooking his fingers into the soaked lace he’d been playing with, teasing before, and slowly pulling them down.
Eagerly, instinctively she wiggled her hips to help, grinding them against his hand in the process as she felt them peeling way, clinging to her hot, aching flesh for only an instant, reminding her that she’d left them soaked in the proof of her desire.
Flushing a bright red, she closed her eyes as she felt him slowly bending down, never releasing his grip holding firm upon her hair, even as he slowly drew that small little garment down. Inch by inch it fell down her thighs, as he pulled it lower and lower. Then finally, she felt it pass her knees before he simply let it drop as if throwing it away as it fell down between her heels.
And then, as he moved back up her body, his fingers tracing along the soft flesh of her inner thigh, suddenly tracing a faint line of glistening flesh, back up to where her flesh still quivered, wanting, hungering with need.
Dully, she imagined the sight she made, standing there, lost in her own desire, her little black dress pushed up over her hips as he held her by her hair and slowly brought his hands up to her now bare want.
It made her bite out another long, wanting moan as she squirmed, lightly stepping out of the discarded, wet piece of cloth between her heels and spreading her legs a little wider, inviting, offering.
Then, as if acting upon her subconscious invitation, she finally felt the touch of his flesh, his hand upon her, caressing, teasing, stroking slowly not quite into her, but as if exploring every little curve and fold she had to offer there.
She bit down on her lip after gasping softly in delight. That was… Her eyes squeezed shut, and she seemed to almost melt down onto his hand.
He was taking his time, and she couldn’t find it in her to protest. Every little touch, every caress, it as almost tender even as she felt almost like an instrument. With a small stroke of his fingers, he brought forth a sweet melody of desire, dripping past her lips in liquid moans.
“Oh, do you like that, my dear?” His lips were back above her ear, hovering there before she could feel him, brushing them down to the nape of her neck, offering the barest little kiss against her warm, soft flesh, before drawing his teeth against the smooth surface in the barest little contact before pulling back. “Feeling my touch, my caress… the way I’m slowly exploring you, teasing you, toying with you… Stoking that heat inside of you hotter and hotter.”
There was a brief pause, before he took a moment, lightly catching on the edge of her earlobe, gently giving the tender flesh a light nibble, before pulling back, catching it briefly between his teeth before letting go.
“It makes you want even more, doesn’t it?” His breath almost burned against her ear as she could feel that calm, confident smile on his lips.
Weakly, she tried to nod her head in his grip, feeling how he gave only the slightest little bit of resistance, reminding her he still hadn’t let go of her. “Yes…”
She could feel that smile growing on his lips, almost turning predatory as she felt herself gently turned around, and for the first time, she found herself facing a massive window overlooking the stage and club over the back of a couch. Immediately she blushed brightly, her face flushed crimson as she imagined what kind of view she had, was presenting. Then she felt him pulling her back, trapping her against his chest as he continued to let his fingers delve deeper into her, making her gasp at the sudden, powerful sensations.
“Oh, they won’t likely see you. No one ever looks up at the dark tinted windows after all,” he spoke in low tones, letting his voice drip into her waiting mind. “But you can imagine it, can’t you, them seeing you like this, dripping, wanting, Needing… aching as you feel just my fingers exploring you as you hunger for more.”
A shuddering shiver ran down her entire body as she closed her eyes and heard the mewling, begging little whimper leave her mouth even as the image exploded in her mind. The feeling of those eyes on her. Watching her.
She felt his fingers loosen on her hair for a moment, even as his arm was hooked over her hip, holding her in place as his fingers continued their wicked little dance against her wanting flesh. Then, she felt him, taking hold of where her top wrapped behind her head, and in one, almost practiced motion, he had her dress pulling up her body before he brought the fabric forward, back over her head as she felt her hair thrown over her face into a messy veil of black. That was when she felt the cool touch of air over her chest as he let go, letting it fall down as her dress bunched up at her waist.
Vaguely, she realized that she still had on her bra, and her dress hadn’t been completely stripped from her. Wide, uncertain eyes were turned back over her shoulder as she managed to bring up one hand to pull her hair back over her shoulder and away from her face. She watched as his hand, having released her dress was lightly toying against the clasp of her bra before slowly trailing back up between the blades of her shoulders to take hold of her hair again.
“And there’s something else you don’t need anymore, isn’t there?” He whispered the words to her, punctuating every syllable with a rhythmic caress into her, shattering her thoughts with almost impunity.
“I…” she whimpered out the word, soft, uncertain, wondering why he hadn’t just taken it away like he had those lace panties she’d worn between her legs.
“This time…” he slowly whispered the words, teasing them down into her ear. “I want you to do it.”
She swallowed thickly as the implication. For a moment she was hesitant, uncertain. Then her eyes flicked back to the glass, saw the patrons and band below, and she could feel the way she suddenly quivered and clenched against his fingers.
“That’s a good girl,” he coaxed her gently, making her realize her hands had already moved back, allowing him to keep her in the position she was in by his grip on her form, keeping her bent forward against that couch as his head soaked into her back, the rippling contact of his clothes barely caressing her bare skin.
Whimpering she fumbled, clumsily reaching for the clasp, almost forgetting how to undo it for a moment before finally, she managed to free it. Letting out a small gasp of triumph, she then shivered as she felt it fall away. Suddenly feeling so completely vulnerable, she looked back at him, unable to truly meet his eyes as she felt a sudden, craving hunger for his approval.
“Good girl,” he repeated, softly, sweetly in her ear, as he lightly flicked his finger across the throbbing little nub above her gates in time with those two words. “Yes, you liked that, didn’t you? Being a good girl, you want to be a good girl for me, now don’t you?”
She moaned fully at that, each repetition of those words, driven into her mind with the spikes of pure, sweet bliss. If it brought more, yes, she wanted to be a good girl. She wanted it so very much.
Then his hand drew away from where it had still been plying her willing, eager flesh. Before she had a chance to whimper at the loss, she felt a sudden stinging slap against the curve of her nether cheeks. She let out a startled little yelp before looking up at him with wide, trembling eyes.
“I did ask you a question… do you want to be a good girl for me?” he asked, eyes boring into hers as she could feel his fingers so tantalizing close.
“Yes…” she said with a soft, mewling little whimper, earning a gentle teasing stroke back into the delicate folds that craved, desperate for attention.
“Yes what?” he urged smiling softly back at her his fingers lightly tracing into her inner thigh, reminding her that they were so very, wickedly close.
She shuddered again for a moment, before slowly, purposely she said the words. “I want to be a good girl… for you.”
“Good girl,” he agreed, giving her the reward she craved as the sweet, wicked little touch resumed its wonderful teasing, enticing a hungering eagerness from her. “Now, again…”
“I… ah… want to be… a good girl… for you,” she repeated, gasping softly between every few words as his touch intensified, slowly moving deeper into her as she felt his thumb slowly toying with her wanting little button.
“Again,” he urged, as he began to guide her into rocking her body, sliding it back against him, feeling the contact of his body molding above hers.
“Ah… I want… I want… to… to be… a good girl… for you,” she gasped out, before almost immediately struggling to get it out again, without prompting.
It pounded itself into her mind, her own words, willingly offered up for more of those wonderful feelings that were stoking the fires inside of her even higher. Searing the feeling, the want, the Need inside her as she felt her hunger for more only continue to grow.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “I want.. to be.. a good girl… and feel you… inside me…”
She paused, gasping for breath as his fingers were doing just that, but, they weren’t enough, she wanted more. She wanted it All. She could feel it, burning through her veins, she wanted oh so badly.
“I suppose you really needit, don’t you?” His voice teased her lips, and she nodded, eagerly, hungrily in response.
She certainly did, deep, deep down. “Please.”
That was when she finally felt his hand leaving her soft, quivering flesh. That was when she felt that emptiness so wonderfully keenly. That was when she started to grind her hips back towards him, her legs unconsciously spreading just a bit more as she let out a long, mewling moan of desperation.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” he asked, teasing at her ear again as she felt… something, warm, different than before, rubbing against the inviting lips of her want.
“Yes… please? Please?” she opened her mouth, staring up at him, hopefully, eagerly, before suddenly he pushed forward, and she let out a hissing scream of shock and pleasure. “Ah!”
“Well, you did ask for it…” He moved his hand to her hip, taking hold of it with a firm, possessive grip before she felt him slowly sawing his way deeper and deeper into her. She could feel herself stretching out around him, quivering around him, relishing the sudden feeling of fullness forcing itself into her.
She opened her mouth to moan, only to find it devoured as his mouth covered hers, and his tongue slipped in, hungering, exploring as it stroked invitingly against her own. She didn’t even try to fight it, not now, not anymore. Instead, she simply lost herself in the flow of it all. His tongue, thrusting, stroking into her, almost in time with the hard length of hot flesh forcing her to stretch around it.
Her world was exploding into a wave of blinding stars, and she was willing to do anything to keep it rolling through her.
When the first wave crested, she practically screamed out into his mouth, arching back into him, bucking against him at first, before falling back, almost limp.
But, he wasn’t done yet. And the wave grew again. And again, and again.
She lost track of everything. Time, place, she even thought herself losing grasp on her own identity a time or two as she lost herself in that roaring sea of pleasure. Then, she felt a change, a sudden, primal, desperation to his formerly controlled, constant thrusts.
Deliriously she moaned back into his mouth, suckling hard against his tongue as she felt him almost crushing her back against his chest, as he exploded himself inside of her.
As the last crashing crest blasted through her, she felt him slowing, trying to wring every last little drop of pleasure out of her, before she simply collapsed, exhausted and limp into the couch.
She lay there for a moment before she could feel him pulling her tightly back into his chest, before he rolled around, falling into the couch as she found herself settling down into his lap as he finally released her hair, allowing his fingers to slowly stroke through it.
“That was a good girl,” he said, letting her curl into his chest like a sated little kitten. “Now, are you ready for more?”
She looked up at him, wide-eyed and disbelieving as she realized that her night was most certainly not yet done.
