​I walked into the room and instinctively locked the door. My boss dealt with a lot of sensitive projects and most employees weren’t cleared to know about them. So every time I got called in for a private meeting, I knew to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted.
 
“Hi boss!” I said with a smile as I walked up to the desk. 
 
My hands immediately started to undo my blouse as I watched him type away on his computer.
 
“Hi Stephanie…” he said without looking up. “Just a moment…”
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“Sure thing!” I said, removing my blouse.
 
I folded the fabric and placed it neatly on a chair. I saw that he obviously wasn’t done so I mentally reviewed the list of potential projects he told me to memorize while I removed my bra.

​“No way...” he said in disbelief. “You didn’t really do that did you?”
 
“Oh I SOOOO did!” I said giggling. “Right there in the backroom!”
 
He laughed and shook his head.
 
“And you really made her…” he said, trailing off.
 
“Lick me?” I finished for him. “Oh yeah… And if I might add… HHhmmm… Fuck… She’s got one nimble little tongue!”

​“Oh Lord…” he said, chuckling. “Did Rebecca remember anything? I mean... After she was done servicing you and all.”

Helpless Conversion
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When the first honeycomb networks appeared on her skin, she laughed it off as the result of another drunken escapade gone wild. At least, she actually liked the sharpness and quality of the nature inspired design. After all, it wasn’t the only tattoo she had gotten while partying around town. Some she could recall choosing and some she couldn’t.
 
Her body was her canvas and she loved to decorate it with unique and surprising art. Why make a fuss over this latest one? But as the days went on, she started to notice that 3 honeycombs became 5... Then 8... 

Note: Although this is a completely fictional scene, this story was inspired by a very real session I had with a subject. Like the character, she had her doubts about how pleasure fractionation could work. Of course, she was made to thoroughly understand that it indeed works beautifully.
This type of induction takes time and preparation to set up, but I assure you, it is more than possible as we’ve since indulged in it many times.
Pleasure has a way of invading the mind and taking over our conscious thoughts. Of being awake and in the moment, without being 100% in control of our minds. Intense pleasure can overwhelm us in the most delicious ways. 
For a subject that is into erotic hypnosis, well, pleasure fractionation becomes a perfect pairing to combine the mind altering state of pleasure with the mindless bliss of trance. Offering sweet confusion as it sinks them deeper into their pleasure, as well as their minds.
Enjoy!
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​​“Pleasure Fractionation?” I said, looking up at him from the bed. “As in fractionating me with pleasure? You can’t be serious!”
 
He smiled devilishly.

I laid down heavily on my sofa, rubbing the bridge of my nose to massage away the tension that inevitably builds up at the end of a long day. Even as the mild waves of pain told me that a migraine might be inevitable, I still smiled as I replayed the hypnotic pleasure session I just completed with my submissive. Yet, as pleasurable as it had been for both of us, it still took its toll. I sighed heavily as I went through my usual post session checklist to make sure I had not forgotten anything important. It was a natural reflex for me and in truth, I didn’t know why I bothered. My Darling submissive was so well trained and experienced that any missteps I might have taken during her trance would be easily identified and addressed.
 
Be that as it may however, it wasn’t a good reason to slack off. So I pushed down the burgeoning pain and did my due diligence. 

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​“hhmmm...” I moaned. “Sophie’s technique is definitely improving...”
 
A chorus of giggles erupted as Becky continued to trace her fingers on my chest.
 
“Well I sure hope she’s improving!” Casey said. “You HAVE been favoring her lips a lot recently.”