Short Story: Betrayed by Pleasure

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

I’m pissed.

I’m mad at my boyfriend for actually doing this to me, but mostly, I’m livid I didn’t see this coming. Then again... I’m so aroused now because of it that my anger has lost all the traction I might of had in the beginning.

I took psychology as a minor in college and knew all about the strengths and weaknesses of hypnosis. When my boyfriend finally revealed to me that one of his greatest kinks was to be able to hypnotize a lover, I felt I knew what I was getting into when I told him we could try.

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I loved him and if I’m honest, he is also one of the best lovers I’ve had. Making his fantasy come true was just another way for me to make him happy.

Of course, I knew all about his dominant tendencies in bed. Without being a naturally submissive girl, I loved the fact that he wanted to take the reins in bed. It always brought us so much pleasure!

Damn pleasure...

I knew he would use our sessions to make me more docile. Submissive... He craved to order me around and I didn’t mind it. I knew that hypnosis can only enhance parts of yourself you already accept. It can’t brainwash you into being something you aren’t. Especially something you don’t want to be! So I knew that even if he worked on that part of me, I was confident that I would only become as submissive as I was already willing to accept.

For example, let’s take sucking his cock. I don’t mind doing it in fact, it even turns me on. But... I very rarely suck his cock just for the sake of sucking his cock. I'm a very horny woman and I expect him to either lick me or fuck me when I go down on him. Not because I don’t want to make him happy, but because I want to feel pleasure as well.

Damn pleasure...

I knew he would try and use hypnosis to bend me a little. Make me enjoy it more, which would work of course, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to trigger me to blindly obey his command and suck him off. My mind wouldn’t accept it, not completely anyway... I would get an urge... But nothing I wouldn’t be able to resist if I wanted to. I know because because he tried.

Same goes for anal. I’m adamant about NEVER letting anyone fuck me up the ass. I know for a fact he would NEVER be able to make me accept that. My mind rebels against such an idea. And I know he tried too! How do I know? Because it actually brought me out of trance while he tried to push the idea into my head.

So you see? Hypnosis can’t turn you into something you’re not!

Unless the hypnotist is clever...
And my boyfriend is so VERY clever.

He found a way to make me obey him. Just like he dreamed about. To his credit, even if I’m still a little pissed he actually did this to me, I have to admit that he did a marvelous job.

Once he realized he couldn’t program my tranced mind like he wished, he decided to use something NO ONE could ever refuse. Something so basic that even in the depths of a trance, no one would ever refuse to be programmed in this way. He used something we all share on a level that almost goes beyond instinct.

Pleasure.... Damn fucking pleasure...

He started to introduce his own brand of pleasure. While I was in a trance, he would work on his special trigger. Making it stronger... Better... Making me feel so much pleasure... I would come out of trance right when the orgasm would hit. I understood what he was doing of course... I let him continue...

How could I not?

I came out of trance with stronger and stronger orgasms. Trance after trance... Pleasure like I had never experienced before. Not while fucking or masturbating... His sessions were making me reach heights I didn’t dare dream about! 

And the sex afterwards... OH MY GOD!

He was always hard and ready for me when I got out of trance. I felt like a ravenous wild cat... The orgasm wasn’t enough... I wanted more... I wanted him...

Which was all part of his plan, I just didn’t see it. I never even suspected it until it was too late. I just thought he had found a way to make his kink incredibly enjoyable for me.

I finally noticed when he used the trigger on me when I wasn’t in a trance...

Recall your best orgasm... One so earth shattering that you lose all sense of reality... Of self... An orgasm so strong it seems to extend past your body’s limits... 

His trigger was a little like that... Just... Stronger...

And on a repeating loop...

I was reading a book in our living room when he tried it. To say my vision went white would be an understatement. Is there something beyond white? I’m not sure what it is, but that’s what I saw.

My mind experienced and orgasm. My body quivered with the sudden rush of pleasure... The release... But it didn’t stop... Wave after wave came crashing through me... Making every cell in my body sing with release...

With ecstasy...

He said it lasted half an hour before he finally un-triggered me. By then, I had soaked through my panties AND my pants. I was sweating... But mostly... I was in post coital bliss... I kept licking my lips as if I was tasting something exquisite. So divine...

It was only a few hours later that I noticed the side effect of subjecting my mind to such intense pleasure while I wasn’t in a trance... I was craving it. Bad...

And being the loving boyfriend he was, he gave me an other. And an other...

I didn’t realize it then, but I was getting addicted to it... Addicted to his trigger...

And that was his plan: to get me addicted to my own pleasure.

He started slow, but little by little, he started to ask me to do things before he would trigger me. Little things... Like dress sexy for him... Dance for him... Strip for him... Once I did what he asked, he would trigger me and I would spend half an hour in pure heaven.

Then he pushed things further... He asked for a blowjob. 

That’s when I realized what he had done. What his goal was. I told him I wouldn’t. I stubbornly avoided him and made a point to let him know just how pissed I was. 

It took 4 days before I started to get shivers... Cravings...

I had tried to masturbate, but the orgasms I felt didn’t come close to relieving my need. In fact, they only seemed to deepen my cravings! I was torn. I wanted him to remove the trigger. I wanted him to help me get over this need. I knew I had to...

But then again... That meant I would never feel it again... Ever...

My willpower eroded as I fought with myself. I was torn... I was desperate... 

My boyfriend isn’t a sadist and finally came to see me. He triggered me, which made me incredibly happy and mad at the same time. But once I came out of my perfect pleasure, I was clear headed.

I knew I would never give it up. I couldn’t...

So I’m pissed he did this to me. Pissed against myself for not seeing it. Pissed against myself for being so weak... Pissed that I want it so much...

My anger towards him was short lived once I realized that it was all my fault. I knew the type of person he was and somewhere deep in my mind, I knew he would find a way to get what he wants. Even if I wasn’t a natural submissive girl, I found his creative dominance attractive. 

My own pleasure betrayed me and I only have myself to blame for it.