Short Story: Hypno Sex Maid

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

​Being a hypno sex maid, it’s not surprising I feel so good about my new life. Sir doesn’t hide the fact that my daily hypnosis sessions continue to condition my mind as he adds directives and triggers to suit his desires.
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I do admit that if you would have asked me a few months ago if I pictured myself as a live in sex maid, I would have told you to fuck off. The idea would have gone against everything I believed about what a women should be. I would have seen it as a huge step back in the progress we’ve earned over the years to shatter the image that a woman needed men to tell them what to do and how to act.

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The very thought of being seen as a sex object would have turned my stomach and ignited my indignation. Being lowered to the status of a house slave would have been ludicrous to contemplate.

But that was before.

Today, I fully embrace the role Sir has deemed fit to give me. I love it even...

If you asked me the same questions today, I would tell you about how fulfilling my life has evolved to be. I would describe in as much detail as I could how my life gives me a sense of purpose and drive I could never have hoped to gain before. Of course, Sir wasn’t a fool. He knew that the only way to make me feel this happy about being his hypno sex maid was to guide me slowly.

I didn’t wake up one morning thinking that I needed to keep his house pristine. It started by making me think I could help around the house.

I didn’t come home one day believing he deserved the very best home cooked meals I could offer. It began with a few choice dinners I wanted to surprise him with.

I didn’t suddenly find myself with the burning conviction that I was his house keeper. I just decided to do more and more of my share of the chores until I was in charge of all of them.

As for the sex...

I was already pretty wild in bed and some could even argue that I bordered on nymphomania. I rarely refused his advances when I felt how aroused he was for me, which lead me to accept when he wanted to spice things up and explore his kink.

Hypnosis sounded fun and I was all for it. 

We played around with different triggers and I discovered that the more we did, the hornier it made me. Before I knew it, I was the one that wanted to move our romp towards his hypno kink.

Little by little, he slowly used my sessions to increase my libido while tenderly opening up my mind to the belief I now hold true. I never really noticed when he began to assume I was always available for his pleasure.

It just... Happened...

One evening, I realized how ok I was with the idea that he could freely use me when he came up to me while I worked on my laptop. I was sitting at the kitchen table, completely immersed in the house’s bill history, when I felt his hand grab a fist full of my hair. He turned my head to the side and I was face to face with his erection.

Seeing his cock so close to my lips instantly made me open wide. I didn't think about anything else as I proceeded to give him the best head I could. I love to give him head and never missed an opportunity to do so. It hadn’t been the first time he had come up to me for a wordless blowjob, but in that moment, I felt like I finally realized just how much I was willing to let him use me.

That realization didn’t scare me at all. It turned me on...

The concept of free use came to me slowly and I embraced it every step of the way. Once he came down my throat, he smiled and patted my head before leaving the kitchen without a word. I just licked my lips and continued sorting through the bills, feeling thoroughly pleased with myself.

When he finally told me that he wanted me to be his hypno sex maid, I was so ecstatic that I didn’t think twice about it. By that point, I already was his hypno sex maid, it just wasn’t official.

Since then, I’ve fully embraced it. The convictions I feel drive me to be the best sex maid I can be for him turn me on. It motivates me to keep his house spotless while making sure he eats the healthy meals I prepare for him every day.

That part of my life brings me just as much joy and pleasure as being used as the fuck toy I am. My entire body is available for his pleasure, day or night. A snap of his fingers makes my mouth water in anticipation and my pussy drip just as much as feeling his girth impale me.

I can spend as little or as much time as he needs on his cock without feeling a hint of annoyance or displeasure. My job is to make sure Sir is always fully satisfied and that is my only purpose in life.

I live to serve my man in any way he wishes.

I won’t lie though... I get a secret kick out of our real play time together. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he surprise fucks me, but I love our play time a little more. That’s when he takes the time to truly make use of all my triggers and experience my full devotion. Sir is always so creative...

Lately though... I’ve come to wonder when I’m left to my own thoughts as I clean around the house. I’ve clearly gone from being his girlfriend to being his sex maid. So...

Does that mean he intends to start dating a new girl?

Of course he will! Maybe I could go through my list of friends and see if one of them would make a good fit...

Who knows... Sir could use a fresh face to help him tend to the gardens...