Short Story: Giggles

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

​“Hihihihihih! St...Hihiihiihh! Stop that!!! Hihihihih”
 
“I’m not doing anything my dear! I’m sitting comfortably all the way over here. I promise, I’m not doing anything to you.” He said.
 
“HHIIIIihihihihi.... I... I know that!” I said, unable to stop myself from giggling. “Hihihhi! Just say it! hihihi! Say the trigger that stopssss ihihihihih! This! Please?”
 
I felt the delicious surge again as I watched him smile. Even as I felt the intense laughter bubble up inside me, I felt a deep satisfaction about my special arrangement with Randall.
 
“Ok then... If you REALLY want it to stop...” he said with a grin that made me waver.
 
I knew that look!

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“No no! Don’t you dare...” I started to say before he cut me off.
 
“Ricky Dicky Lemons.” He said clearly.
 
“OH FUCK!” I moaned.
 
The feathery tickles I felt all over my skin suddenly stopped as a massive wave of heat flooded my inner thighs. It felt almost as if I was cumming! But I wasn't... It was just the rush as your body hurls itself in abandoned bliss.
 
But of course, I didn’t cum. I just felt the rush... The edge... As I calmed down, I took a deep breath to steady myself before I opened my eyes to look at him.
 
​“Randall Silvano Smith!” I said, trying to sound pissed, which I wasn’t. “You know very well I wasn’t talking about THAT trigger! Now I feel all hot and horny!”
 
“Apologies Sandy... I just can’t get enough of watching you when you... Huh...” he said, trying to find the right words.
 
“Feel oh so frustrated as you block off my orgasm like that? Yeah... I kind of noticed!” I said with a laugh.
 
“Exactly!" he said with a smile. "I could stop you know... But you DID allow me to implant whatever trigger I wanted.”
 
I smiled hotly.
 
“And I also told you that you could use them whenever we were alone...” I said, biting my lower lip.
 
He smiled. Which didn’t help my state of arousal. He knew all about my fetish for hypnosis. Which eventually developed into this very satisfying arrangement. He knows how much I love to feel the triggers take hold. To feel myself slip into a trance... God I loved it... Just a light trance is enough to send little goosebumps all over my skin... It’s like a drug!
 
So a few times a week, I come over to get my fix. Randall studied hypnosis in college as a sort of academic curiosity, but I knew that deep down, he loved the feeling of putting someone under his sway.
 
Under his control...
 
So I told him that since he was indulging me, he could do whatever he wanted with me while we had our little sessions. Which he does! Only...
 
He hasn’t fucked me! Ever!
 
He hasn’t even made me suck his cock or anything! And I made it clear to him that I didn’t mind. Even before we started. I’m not a slut or anything, but having a hypnotist take control of me so he could make me pleasure him was one of my hottest kinks!
 
And after months of hypnosis sessions and orgasm triggers, he hasn’t fucked me once! He’s made me strip... Dance... Masturbate... But he never had me touch him.
 
A girl could find that insulting!
 
Especially since I know he finds me attractive! I’ve seen the tent in his pants. Such a wonderfully huge tent...
 
I personally think he's trying to see how long he can play with me before I try to seduce him. Or maybe he is working on his own self restraint?
 
Or... I thought as I bit my lower lip... Did he already use me, but had me forget...
 
God that would be hot...
 
I know he can make me forget things. He’s done it a few times already! Just like the giggle trigger. I can never understand or rather, remember the words he uses. Try as I might, I just can’t remember!
 
“I know...” he said as his smile turned predatory.
 
Oh god... What now?
 
“Which brings me to try a new trigger I’ve been working on. I think you might like it. Want to know what it is?”
 
“No! ... Yes!... I don’t know!” I said, suddenly aroused and confused.
 
“Let’s try it and we’ll see what you can figure out what it will do... Sandy giggles-giggles-giggles-POP!”
 
My mind felt a familiar tingle as I heard his obvious trigger phrase, I felt scared... Aroused... Anxious...
 
“Fuck...” I said as I felt a familiar sensation. “Hi hi... No no!! Please!! Hi hi hi! Not the giggles again!! Hihihih!”
 
“I’m sure you’ll soon discover that this trigger is a little different...” he said with a wicked smile. "Tell you what, if you figure it out before you end up rolling on the ground as you laugh your head off, I’ll let you decide what the next trigger will be.”
 
“Hihihihihihih!!!” I laughed as I felt feathers all over my skin. “I... You... hihihihihihih... You know I can’t think straight... hihihihihihihih when I’m giggling!!! Hihihihi!”
 
“I know...” he said smugly. “Which is why there is no penalty if you can’t figure it out.”
 
The sensation grew and grew as I started to squirm around. My body was trying to get away from the onslaught of tickles, but it just couldn’t. The laughter bubbled up inside my throat until I just couldn’t hold it back. I exploded in pure laughter as the exhilaration and adrenaline kicked in. 
 
He had given me these types of giggles before. And as much as I wanted it to stop, I also loved it. There is something so incredibly liberating when you just can’t stop from laughing!
 
But he was right, these were different. The tickles felt different. Like... Like... 
 
MY CLOTHES!
 
He had used something similar before when he first triggered me to undress. My clothes suddenly itched like crazy! But this was different... My clothes must be tickling me! My hands had trouble as my laughter got in the way of my concentration. Every time I tried to unbutton something, but couldn’t, I just found it hilarious!
 
But I eventually managed to take my top off. Which didn’t make the tickles stop at all. I put my hand in front of my mouth in a vain attempt to control my laugh. Was it my panties then? I fought my own body as I worked my pants and panties down my legs. 
 
I stood before him, fully naked, and giggling my head off! It wasn’t my clothes after all! I tried to think, but the hysteria that grew inside me made me double over as my laughter echoed in the living room.
 
I was going to fail... The helplessness of it hit me like a runaway train. I was going to fail and I didn’t care! This trigger was too strong to resist and I couldn’t think of a way to make it stop.
 
I couldn’t stay upright and finally let myself fall to the ground as the giggles completely enveloped me. It was exhausting... It was unreal...
 
It was delicious...
 
Out of pure luck, as I started to roll around on the carpet, my hands brushed against my nipples and for a split second, the tickles went away. With a flash of intuition, I realized why he told me I would love this trigger. I wasted no time and started to rub and massage my tits.
 
And as I did, the giggles slowly subsided...
 
But didn’t quite leave. I looked up at him and he was smiling. Of course he was smiling! What a sight I must be giving him! Caressing myself as I laughed uncontrollably! If there was one thing I learned through our little sessions, is that he had a very weird and healthy imagination for each of his triggers.
 
As I looked him in the eye, I understood that if I wanted the laughter to disappear, I had to masturbate. Not just massage my tits.
 
So my left hand started to move down as I smiled at him. The moment my fingers reached my hooded clit, I knew I was right. The tickles were finally replaced by a wave of arousal and made my skin feel a few degrees too hot.
 
I rubbed slowly and let the arousal spread deliciously as I realized that at least, he didn’t make it so I had to rub furiously to get the laughter to stop.
 
“HHmmm...” he said. “I’m not sure if this qualifies as you discovering the answer before you roll around on the ground... I mean... You ARE on the ground...”
 
“MMMMmmm...” I moaned. “I never technically rolled...” I said as my fingers continued to make lazy circles.
 
“True...” he said as he leaned back. “So I guess you get to decide then. What would you like me to implant in that exquisite mind of yours?”
 
He rarely gave me options like this. Was this his way of asking if it was ok to go further than erotic exhibitionism? Even if I always made it clear he could play with me however he wanted?
 
Or was this a part of some grander game he was trying to play? Did he already implant what I would ask him to make me do?
 
I bit my lips as I pictured the possibilities. God I wanted to ask him to implant something that would make me totally helpless as he takes his cock out to ravage me...  
 
God my fingers are getting so wet just thinking about it... And he could see it all as I rubbed myself in front of him. Balancing myself between an arousal that pushed me to ask him to fuck me and the giggles that made it clear how much we both loved our current sessions.
 
Should I break and give in to lust? Or should I resist a little longer and see what else he has in store for me?
 
​Decisions... Decisions...

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