​“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.”

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.”

“aaarrhh...” I groaned. “Hey Brian...”

*Flash*

“Yeah Kelly...” he said as he snapped another picture. “What is it?”

“I thought you said...” I tried to say through the dizziness. “That huh... You were going to fix your equipment.”

*Flash*

“I did fix it.” he said, taking another picture. “Why do you ask?”

​"Don't look at me like that. You agreed to this little game remember?" he said with a smile, sitting in his favorite lazy chair.

I continued to stare him down for a brief moment before my inner despair bubbled up to the surface.

Whenever I place her in her trance, she always ends up with the hint of a knowing smirk. A light curve of her lip that seems to be a smile, yet isn’t quite formed.

As if she knows all about what I’ve been doing to her mind these past few weeks and can’t help but feel...

Happy...

I’d like to say that I’ve ‘helped that feeling’ along in her multiple sessions, but the truth of the matter is that I haven’t. Not in so many words. I’ve made her feel good, safe and happy while she is in a trance, but I’ve never told her that she ‘loves to be in a trance for me’ or that she is addicted to my sessions.