Short Story: Good Girl

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

It’s so strange!

Sitting here among all these guest and acting like a good and respectable girlfriend when all I want to do is go over to my man and kneel at his feet. It even feels strange to be wearing this bikini!
He likes it though and I won’t complain. I’m a good girl and good girls never complain.
I’ll admit that it thrills me to know that not one of his guests knows about our special relationship. It makes me smile to think that most of them would be astonished to discover the true nature of it. Would it disgust them? Would it embarrass them?

​Would it excite them?

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​One thing is certain though, I can’t tell anyone about it. He told me as much and I always obey his directives.

I’m a good girl and good girls always obey.

Still, I can’t help smiling as I think of all the different reactions they would get if I got up right now and undressed. Bikinis are nice and all, but I much rather stay naked. Maybe even put on my collar... It would be so thrilling to take in their stunned faces as I calmly walked to him and knelt obediently.

And I would. One word from him and I would do it. Regardless of who is watching . I would obey.

I’m a good girl and good girls always obey.

Ever since he introduced me to his skills as a hypnotist, I’ve done nothing but obey. His slow metronome and sexy voice never fail to put me under. And while I’m under, he plays around in my mind so that I can be his good girl.

I’m not a complete idiot, I know his skills have changed me. I no longer think like I did before I met him. My mind used to wander and worry about every little thing. I was an anxious mess before I met him. But now...

I’m always calm and relaxed.
I never stress or worry about anything.
I’m a good girl and good girls lets her man worry about important things.

The only worry that’s left to me is making sure I’m a good girl. Which is super easy since I simply have to relax and let my hypnotic training guide my actions as I obey his commands.

Sure, he might have transformed me into his little sex slave, but I can’t say I’ve ever felt happier doing anything else. Which makes me smile because as I look at the guests around me, I know that none of them experience the happy bliss I feel every time I obey my man.

How could they?

They are left to worry and stress over everything in their lives. Maybe some of them do feel as happy as I do, but I bet they have to work so hard to feel it. I wonder how many of them wouldn't rather be like me. Worry free...

I bet you that gorgeous red head by the bar would...

He did say to mingle and talk with the guest, maybe I’ll go talk with her and try to figure out if she would like to feel like I do.

I bet she’d be a very good girl...

Maybe he could help her if I invite her to stay over after the party is over...

I bet that would be fun!

I’m a good girl because I’m always open to new possibilities and a good girl always loves to explore new things.

​God I love being a good girl...