Short Story: Looking for the Sins Within

Male's Point of View - Hypnosis

​My girlfriend is somewhat of a special case. I often call her my little agent of sin. 

​Why? 

Because although she has plenty of sinful desires herself, she gets her kinks from learning about the kinks and desires of others. Regardless of how insane or conventional they may be. 

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Within her circle of friends, she’ll be the first to steer the conversation towards exotic subjects and pick at the carefully constructed walls her friends constructed around their secret desires. She often jokes that she had a 6th sense for these kinds of things and could tell, from across the room, if someone had a certain type of kink they simply couldn’t live without.  And if they would be mortified if anyone ever knew about it. The scary thing about her was that she was mostly right. On a few occasions, I jokingly accused her of being some sort of pleasure demon summoned to this world to steer innocent hearts toward sinful ways. 

Hence her pet name.

The more we dated, the more I had to open up and tell her about all my weird little kinks and hidden desires. All except one: hypnosis. Being a skilled hypnotist, I decided early on that I would never tempt myself by indulging in erotic hypnosis sessions. I knew myself well enough to know that if I ever let myself hypnotize a woman, I would have to fight my inner demon the whole time just to prevent myself from trying to change her. 

Just so I didn’t abuse the trust they would have given me.

She knew I was hiding something. As if her sixth sense truly was telling her I wasn’t saying everything. I gave her my lighter fantasies and she loved them all, but she knew I was holding back. She would keep teasing me. Telling me she would never judge someone desires and that she was eager to see what her man found most arousing.

She was relentless!

Then one night, my carefully guarded secret slipped out of my lips after our third bottle of wine and her cunning questions. I didn’t even realized I had slipped until she smiled. Not the easy loving smile she usually gave me, but a lustful smile that immediately told me she had discovered my secret.

I ended up telling her all about my fantasy and why I didn’t want to ever indulge in it. She immediately told me she was more than willing to try if it meant I would get to experience such a deeply repressed desire. I told her I respected her too much to ever let myself be tempted in that way. That I didn’t trust myself to hold back.

Thinking back now, I realize how much of a mistake it was to tell her how I feared my own lust. As if it was a caged beast I simply couldn’t afford to let loose on her even if she wanted me to. I was a little drunk so I can’t remember if I came up with the analogy or if she had, but after that night, she decided it was her mission to tempt and seduce me into letting it out.

She would whisper in my ear while she rode my cock. Licking my earlobe as she urged me to let him loose. She would leave pocket watches and metronomes all around the house as her way of telling me she was willing to try.

That she wanted to experience the full effect of my lust and desire for her and my kink. 

She would blow me while describing how much better she would be if I would just give in and hypnotize her to be his perfect little cocksucker.  She would describe in great detail how vacant and mindless she was willing to be for me to experience my fantasy. She kept begging me to unlock the cage...

Of course, it only fueled my desire and our romps became intense as my arousal grew ever higher while she insisted on tempting me to claim her. She even started talk to the ‘beast’ within. Telling him to be patient. Telling him that she was working hard on freeing him from the horrible cage I had put him in.

I chuckled every time she did. I made a point to tell her how futile it was to tempt me. That I had locked him away years ago and that nothing could tempt me to let him out. I made a show of playing off all her attempts.
But inside, I could feel the cage weakening. Every time she described how sexy she would be under my hypnotic control, I caved a little more. Every time she offered me a pendant or pocket watch, I felt my resolve weaken. Every time she whispered in my ear that she was willing to let me change her into my mindless plaything, I felt the beast rail against the cage with furious lust.

Every time she spoke to the carnal beast inside me, I felt him answer a little more.

And then she started to wait for me like this. Presenting her naked self as if she was a prize. I wasn’t fooled, I knew that my inner cage was strongest when my arousal was under control. Just as I knew she understood how I weak I held onto my beliefs when I was enjoying our erotic activities.

My logic kept warning me that she was going to get what she wants.

While my dark desire kept pushing me to give her what she wants.

As I look at her incredible body and listen to her silky voice, I wonder how long I’ll be able to resist. I know she’ll never stop until I give in. In some ways, she become my plaything  whether I hypnotize her or not. All to get me to admit and indulge in my sinful fantasy.

All to get me to unlock the ravenous beast within.

Agent of sin...

​Can one really resist their inner desires forever?