Short Story: Reflexion on Hypnosis

Female's Point of View - ​Hypnosis

I can fight this...

It’s just dumb hypnosis suggestions and mental triggers. It’s not rocket science! I’m fully aware that this cheap little chain isn’t locked. My brain can see the rudimentary hook that ‘binds’ it to the ring bolted to the bed. 

Not to mention that my collar isn’t even locked! 

Which means that under normal circumstances, I could simply remove my collar and just walk out of his bedroom. Logically, I can free myself any time I want.

Only... 

My mind is stopping me from unhooking my restraints. I can’t be mad or blame him because he isn’t actually doing this to me. No... I know full well that I’m the one doing this to myself. All my studies with hypnosis has confirmed that a person can’t be made to do things they wouldn’t accept while awake.

​So deep down, I’m letting him do this to me.

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I’m letting his triggers weave their spell on my mind. I’m letting his suggestion bond me to the fact that this collar can’t be removed by anyone except him. Just like I’m letting my mind believe that it’s the same for this chain.

I’m letting his hypnotic words convince me that when ever I wear this collar, I can’t figure out how to free myself. Even if I KNNOW that it CAN be removed, I can’t seem to grasp what exactly must be done to open it and therefor free myself.

And it’s the same for all the the triggers linked to this collar. I can almost remember the hypnotic session where he started to condition the reaction I would have when ever I wore this. I know all too well that this collar isn’t magic. My brain is constantly telling me how ridiculous it is that a piece of cheap leather could actually change my personality and desires like this.

But as I let yet another glob of drool drip down into the bucket at the foot of the bed, I am forced to accept the fact that my body is reacting to his hypnotic suggestions and conditioning exactly like he told me it would. My mouth waters in giddy anticipation while my panties soak themselves through and through.

But all that isn’t as fascinating to me as my thoughts and actions. I can clearly recall his real name, but as soon as I try to say it, my mouth betrays my thoughts and his names comes out as ‘Master’ instead.

Simple mental association, but very effective. 

My thoughts also dim down when ever he is in the same room and I’m wearing this collar. My mind becomes fuzzy and I find myself looking to him for input. As if I wasn’t able to think for myself and had to wait until he did that for me.

My body comes alive with pleasure each times he smiles or offers me a kind word. My heart skips a beat when I notice how aroused he is for me. I know that they are all parts of the conditioning he did, yet, I can’t deny that my body and brain reacts to him all the same.

And even if I KNOW how it works, it still fascinates me.

I know I can fight this and get free of this situation. I know I hold the chains of my mental jail. If I truly wanted to, I could relax and concentrate on his suggestions. I could let my mind slowly erode them into nothing as I unchain the control his hypnotic sessions has imposed upon me.

No... I shouldn’t say it like that... I KNOW that he didn’t impose any of these. Since I understand how hypnosis works, I know I must have accepted them for myself.

Which brings me to ask the most important question: why?

Why would I accept suggestions that would basically turn me into his willing sex slave? 

Why would I let this collar transform me into his eager suck slut? 

Because that is exactly what happens when I put on this cheap leather collar. The moment I feel the leather close around my neck, I feel the suggestion take hold of my thoughts and I fall into obedient bliss.

I become instantly aroused as images of our past fucks invade my mind, bringing with them a rush of pleasure I can’t resist. What ever I was feeling before the collar wraps around my neck melts away in the ambers of my growing lust. I feel so warm... So horny...

My pussy anticipates him so much that I can almost feel him sliding into me. My mouth earns to taste his exquisite cock with such passion that it feels like my lips are already around his perfect girth.

Even now, while I question and ramble on inside my mind, I can’t wait for him to come in the bedroom and take me. To watch him free his cock without a world... See how hard he is for me... Feel him grab my hair with his powerful hands and push my warm mouth around his cock...

Taste his divine release...

I don’t care if he uses my mouth for hours or fucks me raw, I just want to feel him use me...

It makes my world explode with pleasure in ways I can’t describe. My thoughts boil down to the act of pleasure and nothing ever intrudes. The only thing I’m allowed to think about is pleasure. Mine and his. That’s it. 

I become a mindless pleasure slave as I obey his desires and let him fuck me how ever he wants.

Ok... So maybe... That could be why I let accept those hypnotic suggestions and mental triggers. Maybe that feeling of release and freedom does appeal to me on some basic level. I mean... The pleasure I feel is very real and I can’t argue with the intense relaxation I get when the compulsion to obey takes hold.

It’s like a vacation for my brain.

So even if I know I’ve basically done this to myself, I also know that I would never have discovered any of this without his help. 

​Maybe that’s why I can’t help but smile as I watch him strut into the room. My mind slows down and my body heats up as I wonder what my Master will be in the mood for...