Short Story: Hypnotist Show

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

I still can’t believe I let him convince me to go see that stupid hypnotist show. But I'm glad I did.

​I knew he had a sexual kink for hypnosis, but when he told me he wanted to go see this 2 bit hypnotist, I initially didn’t want to go.

I felt we could spent a much better evening at home, I even offered to role play the part of a hypnotized mindless girl he could play with! He was tempted, but I soon saw how much he wanted to go and I caved. I put on my best fake smile and agreed to go. As I expected, the show was pretty lame, but my boyfriend was having a fun time so I didn’t complain. 

​I sighed. The things a girl has to do to keep her man happy...

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I even accepted to go on stage when the hypnotist asked for volunteers. I only did it because I knew how hot he would get at seeing me ‘hypnotized’ on stage. I knew he would fuck me 10 ways from Sunday once we got home.

I was in the mood for a good fucking so I went.

His induction was lame... Boring even... I indulged him by playing along and doing all the stupid stuff one tends to do when called on stage for a seedy hypnotist show. As I went through the routines, I thought I would have to fight the urge to laugh out loud as the silliness progressed, but I didn’t have to.

If anything, I found each of his directives and cheap triggers easier and easier to stomach. By the time he was done and sent me back to my seat, I was almost sad it was over.

Almost...

As predicted, my man was so turned on by my act that we never made it home. We made out in the car and soon found ourselves naked as I let his lust completely overtake my own. I felt like it was contagious. He was harder than he had ever been since we began to go out. So hard goddamn hard... I couldn't help but be just as aroused. If that was even possible.

A few days later, I was still thinking back to how it felt to play the part of being hypnotized. To my surprise, I liked it. Hypnosis has never been a kink for me, but I had to admit that it was nice. Erotic even...

I brought it up once we got in bed and we talked about the show and what the hypnotist made me do. My man eventually told me about a few things I didn’t remember which made me wonder... Was I really under? I played it off as we talked, but I was a little puzzled.

I never felt like I had been in a trance. What was a trance supposed to feel like anyway?

I couldn’t muse about it further though, my man was getting extra excited and he asked if I was willing to follow up on my offer to role play from the other night. I was in the mood so I said yes.

It felt a little awkward at first, but as he got into his own role, he began to put me through all the same things I had done during the show. Had he memorized it all? I felt weird to be repeating my own stupid actions, but I could see how pleased and excited he was to be able to play the role of the hypnotist. 

So I played along.

He used all the same triggers and I acted exactly like I was supposed to. Then, just like in the show, I felt better and better about my act and by the time we were done, I felt hot and relaxed all at the same time. Of course, he added a final in which I had to undress for him, which ended in a very passionate fuck afterwards.

As we both drifted into a restful bliss, I just had to smile. If playing along to his weird kink made him this horny, I was more than happy to play along. Besides... Playing the part gave me the same restful high as when I did the show.

Was I really being hypnotized? Placed in a trance?

I didn’t know exactly, but I was ready to explore. Which only made my man all the more excited.

We did another role play session a few days later. I felt the same calm pleasure as he played at being hypnotist. Before I knew it, I was imitating a stripper and offered him a wild lap dance as I was ‘compelled’ to obey his new trigger.

It was fun and by the end, he was so excited that our romp felt incredibly satisfying. What surprised me most was the fact that I seemed to have lost moments of time. I felt like we played and fucked for about an hour, but when I looked at my phone while we relaxed, I was astonished to discover that it was more like 2 hours.

Where did the missing time go? Could it be that the trance trigger actually worked?

It took 2 more role play sessions before I even noticed: I had new triggers.

Triggers I knew could not have been given to me during the hypnotist show. The thought that my man was adding triggers both scared and excited me. The trigger themselves were innocent enough, but it made me wonder what else he might be tempted to add.

Luckily for him, I was really starting to like our little play sessions. The more we played our roles, the more I got into them. Each time, I felt the sweet calm embrace me faster and faster. Like I was falling in a sort of hazy arousal where my body heated up while my mind relaxed as my man played with me.

I loved the fact that it was all a blur, yet, it was all very clear. It’s a little hard to explain... I could feel every last detail of my poses and each trigger I responded to. Like being hyper aware of my body or something. But then... It was all a blur because as soon as each action was done, it was like it didn’t really happen. Sort of like a dream... You think you remember, but the more you try, the less you do.

Losing control of myself like that was the part I enjoyed. I felt like I could just relax and let my man enjoy the session. Enjoy me...

By the time I realized we were playing every day, I didn’t care or mind. Was it something he added in his own sessions? Was it my own desires? Did I really like being in a trance so much?

I still ask myself these sorts of questions, mainly because I feel like it keeps me grounded. I have to because I know my man enjoys this too much to hold back. If I don’t think things through for the both of us, I might find myself being is hypnotic zombie slave for days on end! That wouldn’t do!

So far he only ‘abuses’ his triggers at appropriate times so I let them slide. I like them even. It makes him so hot to know that with a few words, I’ll strip down to my underwear and perform for him. I kind of love that my man is so turned on by things I can do for him. It makes him so happy.

It’s very important that my man be as happy as he can be. 

​It makes me happy. Doesn’t it?