Short Story: Implanted Desires

Female's Point of View - ​Conditioning - Hypnosis

I know my boyfriend implanted this insane freakish desire in my head just as I know that I am no longer his exclusive girlfriend. Both being thoughts I know he made sure I would find intensely erotic.

He never commands me to get this position, but he never refuses to help me get into either. I’m the one that feels compelled to go to him, begging that he tie me to the bed like this. I get myself naked and kneel on the mattress before slipping my head between the bed posts. I don’t fight as he ties my hands and ankles in such a way that I could never hope to escape from. 

He gently twists my hair until he can tie a rope to my mane before securing it to the top of the railing. He pulls it tight enough as to keep my head strained upwards, facing the metronome on the dresser.

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​He then picks up my anal vibrator and tenderly inserts it in my ass before turning it on. The last thing I find myself compelled to ask for is the mouth clamp that pries my jaw open. 

I can’t resist the compulsion no more than I can resist the instinctual drive to feed myself. 

The whole setup never fails to make me a dripping drooling mess as my pussy juices soak and leak down on the covers while my mouth drools down on the floor. The feel of the ropes... The hairs pulling at my scalp... The metal in my mouth... They all worked together to satisfy my need. My craving...

I know how he did it too. We played around with a lot of fun stuff in the bedroom and eventually worked our way up to bondage. I always loved being tied and I guess he took advantage of that to get me comfortable enough to let him hypnotize me. Like he said, hypnosis can lead to other forms of lost of control, which got me curious enough to try.

I didn’t know how skilled a hypnotist he was until one night I found myself agreeing to a threesome. Something I know I would never normally do.

Of course, it ended up being incredibly pleasurable and satisfying...

Which is the exact same feeling that invades every cell of my body once I find myself in this position, helplessly aroused and ready to be used as I stare at  the metronome.

I can’t help it... I just WANT to do this. Every evening...

Depending on how he feels, he either starts the metronome or leaves it dormant. The tool is such a powerful hypnotic focus for me that even when he lets it inactive, I find myself relaxing and drifting off into my own pleasure as words and thoughts bubble up to the surface of my mind.

Thoughts I know he implants when he has me watch the steady sways of the metronome...

On some nights, he starts it and stays close to me while my eyes get drawn to the motion. Back and forth... Tick... Tick... Tick... I can’t fight the pull of the trance it offers and always let myself sink in the unyielding rhythm.

Tick... Tick... Tick...

I know he uses those session to further my condition. Even if I don’t know the specifics, I’d be a fool to think otherwise. The pleasure is always present as he whispers to my dormant mind. Making me feel better about being his little tied up fuck sleeve. Making it so pleasurable that I don’t resist the urge to beg him to strap me in.

I can’t help it, I crave the moments he comes up to me, all tied up, and uses my free fuck holes for his pleasure...

Tick... Tick... Tick...

Every night, I walk further down the path he lays out for me. Part of me knows I follow it because he implanted the desire to obey, but another part of me...

The part that was curious to explore my sexuality.

Gets curious even if it feels like I’m being forced to love things I didn’t. Every desire he implants in my mind becomes something I desperately enjoy, regardless of how I felt about it before.

It’s unbelievable and that’s what gets me curious.

Or is that an implanted thought as well?

Tick... Tick... Tick...

I know I will never be completely sure.

​And that’s what excites me the most...