Short Story: Fingerprints

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

I kneel here and pose for him helplessly because my body is completely frozen by the power of my own suggestible mind. Our journey down this sensually hypnotic path has been slow, but incredibly fulfilling as his voice steadily became impossible for me to resist.

Today, he’s decided to admire my body as some sort of motionless statue he can pose and paint like the human canvas I’ve become. Sometimes, he freezes my mind in a state of mindless arousal as he moves me like a doll, but not this time.

Today, he decided to imprison my mind inside my body while he plays.

I love when he does that to me.

I love it because I can thoroughly soak in the pleasure he feels when he applies his will over mine. I can actually feel his lust and joy with every exertion of his control, which has become quite intoxicating to me.

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I can feel the wet paint of his hand prints as it dries on my skin. The feeling sends goosebumps across my sensitive skin. Not because I am naked and exposed, but because to me, they are like a leftover testaments of his attention. 

They’re a physical representation of his constant control over my body. As if the paint simply highlighted the hands I already feel all over my skin when I hear his low voice.

They remind me of the fingerprints I feel inside my mind. He has reached in and cradled my mind so many times now that I can physically feel his fingerprints all over my brain. Which are themselves, delectable leftovers from his presence and dominance.

I always feel them.

Even as I go about my day, his presence is constant inside my thoughts, soothing my worries and washing away my anxieties. His fingerprints make me feel his touch to the very root of my sense of self.

Light...

Caring...

Generous...

Comforting...

Confident...

Commanding...

I’ve submitted myself completely to his exquisite control and my rewards are never ending. He has hypnotically sculpted me into his perfect instrument of pleasure by being my own personal safe haven. 

Today, I could no more resist his dominance than I could will myself to stop breathing. His presence in my mind is all encompassing as he controls me through pleasure and service. 

His fingerprints constantly stroke my subconscious, therefore ensuring euphoric obedience to his desires while we explore ever more potent pleasure we can both experience.

​All thanks to hypnosis.