Ok, I’ve now added “hypnotize someone by having them twirl their hair” to my hypno bucket list.
It probably wouldn’t even that difficult. I mean, they already do it.
It’s pretty much a “mindless” activity. It’s just something that automatically happens.
Just spinning your hair around your finger like a spiral that spins before your eyes.
And as you’d pull your finger out from the curl, as you do when you twirl your hair, you would feel yourself start to sink.
The closer you’d get to the end, the deeper you would go.
Until the hair slips off your finger.
And your hand falls limply to your side.
And you’re in a nice, easy, deep trance.
Yeah…that would be fun. :)
mmm yeah, that would work on me *giggle*
I love this concept, in theory, but in practice, I don’t like to share :)
Au contraire, I love it when good girls share with their friends, their sisters, their cousins, their work colleagues…
"And now every time you blink you become a bit dumber, a bit more aroused and a bit more submissive. In a few blinks you’ll be my bimbo slave."
With that he snapped his fingers.
The sound made me blink.
I didn’t feel any different. Brian was obviously fucking with me, his whole claim to have hypnotized me was bullshit. Okay so I was standing in his office naked and that was odd, but every time I blink I’d get stupid and horny?
See I’m not stupid. I’m Rebecca, not some slut. I’m Brian’s boss, and he was going to be fired for this. He was a smart guy, good with electronics and his inventions had made the company millions but I’m the senior manager of the Research and Development division, He can’t step out of line like this.
Brian’s watching me, grinning. I want to slap his stupid face. This isn’t working, but the thought of it working is getting me aroused. I can feel a dampness between my legs. I notice Brian looking there, it’s the first time his eyes have left my tits since I took my bra off.
I touch myself between my legs just to check. Brian is watching. It feels good to tease him a little, slipping my fingers into my wet cunt. Oh god I am feeling aroused.
Aroused sure, but not stupid. I mean I’m the manager of the… what am I manager of again? Well I’m Brian’s boss, that’s for sure. Manager of something.
If i wasn’t so aroused I would be worried, but it’s hard to think with my fingers rubbing my clit. It’s good to display myself for Brian like this, I want to make sure he’s enjoying himself.
But I have to remember I’m Rebecca I’m his… what am I his again.
Becky. I’m Becky.
I’m Brian’s Becky.
This feels so good. I giggle and smile at Bri.
I’m Becky. I’m Brian’s slave.
She stands there waiting for my words to fill her mind. Empty. Submissive. She obeys because it’s all she knows now. A perfect blank slate.
Good girl Megan. Now that your mind has been molded by my desires it is time to manipulate the rest of you. Starting with these. Don’t you agree?
Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a trigger for whenever someone touches your breasts. As soon as they touch them, it becomes difficult to think, and you start to feel the waves of an orgasm building up.
Her expression is so delicious. I’m getting hot just imagining what must be going on inside her head. Anything which makes a look like that sweep over your face must be fun indeed.
I’ve given a trigger like that. It certainly seems to go down well.
Anyone know where that’s from?
Joan and Jenna couldn’t remember how long they had been here, staring into each others empty glazed expressions. They couldn’t remember much at all really. Joan had read some nonsense article online about erotic hypnosis, and figured it would be a great gag to pull at their next party -put on a little show, strip down, make everyone think Jenna was a hypnotized slut- the kind of parties they threw, it would be perfect to get everyone excited.
Joan had started by talking in a relaxing voice, telling Jenna to look into her eyes. Of course she did, that was the act. She counted backwards and told Jenna she was going deeper, that is was getting harder and harder to focus, just like the article said. Jenna seemed to play along just fine, putting on a glassy expression that reflected Joan’s gaze right back at her. It took Joan a second to remember the next part, she kept drifting off for some reason, but finally she pulled it together to tell Jenna that as it got harder to focus, she had to focus harder and harder until the only thing she could think about were her friends sexy eyes. Jenna had played along perfectly as her expression went blank and she “absent mindedly” reached down to start rubbing her own clit.
Joan’s clit was starting to throb with heat too, and she couldnt help but stare at that sexy woman reflected in Jenna’s eyes. Just for fun she decided to go off script; she told Jenna that she was getting hornier and hornier, and no sooner had the words left her lips than Jenna and the girl in her eyes started to moan and pant.. That girl was so sexy, Joan could hardly think..She told her friend that she needed to be fingered, and just like it was a part of the skit, Jenna obliged immediately. Joan had to finger herself too, the woman in her friends Eyes was so sexy and convincing…
It felt so good! Joan told her friend she must be made for this! there must not be another thought in her pretty little head! And the woman in Jenna’s eyes agreed. Joan was made for this… there wasn’t another thought in her pretty little head~
That light… it’s so bright. Why can’t I shut my eyes all the way?
Why is the world fading?
All I can hear is the photographer’s direction…
There is something about a maids uniform that just screams submissive to me. A good maids purpose is to serve and make her employer happy, so perhaps something is just ringing a few bells in my brain.
Plus, this maid is in latex, which makes it just so much better!