Short Story: Split Personality

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis - Personalities

God I love my man…

I loved him before, but ever since we started to play around with hypnosis, our relationship as reached new heights. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him even before all this. I just love him MORE. Why am I so sure? Because he always lets me remember everything.

Like right now, I’m wearing nothing but his favorite collar and cuffs as we lay in bed. He is resting comfortably against the head board as I lay further down between his legs. My pussy and mouth drip with need as my lips and tongue worship his manhood.

Every delicious inch of it…

I love taking care of him… Serving him…

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I always felt submissive and that side of me only got better as we explored my subconscious. Hypnosis helped me reach a state of mind I only fantasized about. Now I feel completely free to let my submissive desires take over. I feel completely free to give up control.  

But being submissive and perfect is all well and good, but I feared it could get boring for him.

So I urged him to explore something new. It took a long while, but a few weeks ago, he finally managed to do it. We’ve already played around with it a few times. I know because I remember everything about it. And right now, I knew it was time to use it.

​I took a long slow lick along his shaft before I spoke up.

“Master…” I said sweetly. “Don’t you think it’s time to let HER out? Seems like she’s been dormant for a while.”

​He looked down and smiled at me. A warm shiver ran down my spine… God I loved his smile…

“It’s fine by me… But why don’t you finish what you are doing before that?”

I kissed his shaft and fought a sudden urge to obey his desire.

“Of course Master!” I said. “But I think you would enjoy it more if you do it now…”

“Now?” he asked, not getting my meaning.

“You know… While I’m servicing you…” I said as I took a long lick.

“Really?” he said. “Are you aiming for her to hate you? Because that’s what’s going to happen if I do that.”

“She’s so strong… She’ll get over it.” I said as I kissed his cock. “Eventually…”

“And you want me to deal with her?”

“If she gets to be to much for you Master… You can always call me back…” I said as I took his cock head in my mouth.

He moaned, which only pushed me to take him all in my mouth. When ever I feel his pleasure growing… I feel all fuzzy and excited. I want more… Always more…

“HHmmm… Ok then… If you want to so much, I’ll do it!” he said, trying to contain his pleasure.

(Pop) “Perfect…” I purred before I concentrated on his cock.

I made a point to deep throat him a few times, not knowing when he would activate the trigger. I had gotten pretty good at taking all his length. Which I knew SHE couldn’t. I prided myself on that. Then again… She gets to enjoy other things…

As my tongue made little circles under his helm, I watched his eyes roll and I knew he was about to explode. I slowed down to give him time to regain control of his pleasure and hoped he would trigger me before he came.

As much as she would be made to come back with his cock in our mouth, it would be so much worst if he triggered me while coming all over our face.

“HHhmmm… Fuck… Kitty needs to go to sleep so Kimberly can awaken!” he managed to say.

I felt the familiar words carry my conscious mind away as my eyes lost focus. This part of the change always fascinated me…

Feeling my mind shutdown for a moment while my thoughts became still. Calm. Docile. And then… They speed up… Ever faster… But I’m not Kitty anymore.

I’m Kimberly and I’m pissed! I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. I pulled off him and coughed a few times before looking up at him.

“That little bitch!” I said.

“Sorry Babe…” he said with a sincere smile. “You know I can’t resist when she asked me nicely.”

“Correction.” I said as moved up and crawled on the bed next to him. “You can’t refuse her requests when she has your cock in her mouth.”

I moved up to his face and kissed him deeply. God it felt good to be back… His lips were so perfect…

“Thank you.” I said after I leaned back, breaking our kiss.

“Why?” he asked.

“For holding out like you did. You know how I hate to wake up with your spunk in my mouth…”

“I know…” he said as he kissed my forehead. “It’s so strange that you don’t like it as much as Kitty.”

“Strange? How do you think it FEELS…” I said, clearly remembering past experiences.

“Right… Tell me again how that works for you?”

“It’s like… I can taste your seed as much as if I’m me. But when I’m her… The taste is… Delicious… I hate and love it all at the same time… Like I know Kitty Loves and hates it when ever I get a taste.”

“I still have trouble wrapping my head around it.”

“I’m still doing that myself.” I said as I looked down at my lack of attire. Then at his erect cock slick with my saliva. “Seems you’ve been enjoying Kitty for a few days. Getting bored with me already?”

He turned to me and smiled.

“You know that could never happen Babe.” He said as he moved in front of me. “Kitty is a lot of fun to play with, but you know I love you.”

“Prove it.” I said as I gave him a kiss on his forehead.

He smiled even more.

“Your wish is my command Milady!”

“Don’t call me that…” I said as he kissed me.

His kisses slowly moved to my cheek… My jaw line…

His hand fiddled with the collar I was wearing and removed it, throwing it to the ground. His lips left fire along a trail that took him to my upper chest… My nipples… Under my tits… My tummy…

I was burning up as his hands pushed my legs apart wide, giving him full access to my most sacred of places. The moment his lips touched my clit, I felt stars explode behind my closed eyes. It wasn’t an orgasm… Not yet… But it was so damn close…

Kitty never felt this… His tender lips along our skin… No… He didn’t use her like that… He didn’t LOVE her like that… Sure… He fucked her seven ways from Sunday. He used our body like some kind of sex doll… But he didn’t love her like he loved me.

He didn’t kiss her like he kissed me.

And… OH FUCK…. He certainly didn’t pleasure her like he pleasured me… Oh god…

My pleasure climbed with every swirl and lick of his strong tongue. Every flick… Every kiss… Everything about what he was doing made me inch closer towards a release I knew Kitty could never reach.

That alone always comforted me when he triggers her to come out and play. Even if he hypnotizes me and turns me into a submissive slut, I know I’ll always come back. He’ll always call me back to him…

I screamed as he shoved his cock inside me just as my first orgasm hit. He was so skilled now… Impaling me with flawless timing as I crest over into bliss. Making my orgasm double as I feel him stretch me…

The rest of the evening was a blur as our bodies danced and squirmed with exquisite pleasure. It was only after we caught our breaths that I remembered a very important question I wanted to ask him. Something that had plagued me while I was locked away inside my mind. As I watched Kitty play with him.

“Honey…” I said as I turned on my side and started to draw lazy circles on his chest. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure Babe, you know you can ask me anything. You aren’t Kitty you know. You don’t have to ask permission.”

“I know silly…” I said as I kissed his chest to hide my embarrassment. “I was wondering who came first.”

He turned his head and looked at me. His face was unreadable.

“What do you mean? I’m not sure I follow…” he finally said.

“Ever since we started to go back and forth between Kitty and me, my memories are hard to separate.”

“Ok…” he said, still not getting my question.

“Meaning that I’m not sure who came first. Who is the fake and who is the real me.”

“What?” he asked as he propped himself on his elbows.

“OK…” I said as I took a deep breath. “Am I really Kimberly, which got hypnotized to add a slave persona called Kitty? Or am I really Kitty that got hypnotized to add a girlfriend persona called Kimberly?”

He looked in my eyes and I could almost see the gears turning in his head. He was debating what to say to me. What did THAT mean? Was I the fake? Or was it Kitty? Did I really want to know that much? I suddenly felt like it was wrong to spoil the fun we were having.

I was about to laugh it off and tell him to forget about it when he smiled.

He smiled…

Did that mean I was the real one?

Or did his smile hide the fact that he didn’t want to tell me I was a made up persona?

​He just smiled…