Short Story: Pet Play

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis - Pet

When my boyfriend finally caved and told me he had a kink for hypnosis, I was excited. I’m a pretty submissive girl and although I don’t have a kink about being mind controlled, I do have a kink for BEING controlled. So I was all for it!
I pictured he would like to hypnotize me, make me walk like a zombie. Make me believe my underwear was itchy. Place triggers in my mind so that I would undress without realizing it. Freeze me into place... 

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You know, the usual things you see hypnotized girls do on the net.

And to his credit, he did make me do all those things and more.

But what he didn’t tell me was his other kink for pet play.

We already had a strong Dom/sub relationship, so I didn’t realize how he was guiding me until the compulsion got too strong. Collars and leashes weren’t new, but I eventually discovered that he had been conditioning my tranced out mind to respond to collars and leashes in very specific ways.

Before I knew it, I had a dull craving to always be wearing a collar. Or some form of tight necklace. And when ever I did wear one, even in public, I found my submissive side flourish like I had never felt before. Like I said, I was pretty submissive already and obeying his requests, even in public, was something I did.

But when I did them with a collar on, it felt so much... Better. I didn’t realize it at first, but I felt spikes of pure elation when ever I obeyed his commands. I mean intense joy, not just a sub’s contentment at obeying her dom.

No... It was much stronger than that.

It wasn’t all. Little by little, he started to treat me, when I was wearing a collar in private, like a pet more than a lover. Calling me his good girl which only sent erotic thrills down my spine. And as he did, my thoughts followed suit and slowed down. Narrowed... I wasn’t thinking about anything past the present and his orders.

I loved that feeling so much that I never thought to question where he was going with it all.

Before I knew what was happening to me, I became his pet.

When I get home, I have this intense compulsion to go put on my pet collar. Up until I put it on, I know I’m still myself, but the compulsion is almost impossible to fight. So I get home and put it on. The moment I do, my thoughts go numb and I look for my Master. 

I crave his orders... His praise...

And I always get his praise because I’m a VERY good girl and obey all his commands. Truth be told, I rather enjoy my simple obedient life.

Although I still find it kind of weird that he insists on making me sleep on a dog bed...