Deep-TrancesTM -- Contest 2002 Entry
Hypno Virgin
"Trust me, " he whispered in my ear, as he helped me to lie back. "I know that you are nervous about being hypnotized for the first time, but you are my friend, and I won't do anything to hurt you." "No chickens," I said, giggling. "No chickens, I promise." Apparently many of his subjects express an affront to being made to cluck like a chicken.
His voice was gentle and reassuring. I knew he spoke the truth. We had been friends for about 3 years; he was the one I turned to when all the other men in the world turned into total dicks. I did not, however, tell him the secrets and desires that I hadn't even entrusted to the best of my friends and lovers.
He had turned out most of the lights in the small hotel room he had rented for the purpose of helping release me from the cases of nerves I suffered on an almost daily basis. He told me to close my eyes, that everything would be fine. Had he ever given me any reason not to trust him?
Of course not. This man is my friend. He would not do anything to hurt me in any way. When he first told me of his interest in hypnosis, I was keenly aware of feelings inside of me that I had kept hidden deep down for a very long time. I had always wanted to be hypnotized, but was afraid of what I might be made to do.
After reassuring me with a light touch on my hand, he sat at the table beside the bed on which I lay. He had me close my eyes. He had me count backwards from 100. Goodness, I never realized how difficult it was to remember the numbers in their reverse order! With each number, I became aware that I was more and more relaxed. I knew that I could never be hypnotized - being submissive to another's desire was simply a fantasy of mine.
He asked me where my favorite place was - the beach, of course. He told me to hear the crash of the waves, the cry of the seagulls, the sun and the breeze upon my face. I was feeling a bit warm at this, which I think he sensed. I had dressed warmly for this, as it was wintertime in New England. He asked me if I would like to remove my sweatshirt; I readily agreed. How could I know what he had in mind for me from just that simple suggestion?
I still felt the light on my face. "I do believe that you might be a bit more comfortable if you shed some more clothes. I think that once you shed some clothing, you may shed some of the inhibitions that are causing the nerve problem, " he said. I must admit that I wanted to feel the light on the rest of my body. I'd never let him see me in a bathing suit, let alone take off more that a sweatshirt for him. "But," he continued, "your eyelids are glued together. You cannot open them, no matter how hard you try."
"Yeah, right," was my smart-assed reply. He laughed. "Go ahead, try and open them, tell me what you see."
Son of a bitch! I could not open my eyes! How in the world how he done that? I know that he had not moved from his position at the table - I heard his voice coming from there the entire time. Plus, I knew that he would never put me in that kind of jeopardy; he would not do anything to harm me, such as glue my eyes shut!
"Okay," I asked him. "You've got me on that one. But I'll bet that you can't make me do everything you tell me to!"
"Oh, yeah?" he said with a touch of a menace to his voice that I had never heard before. "I want you to slowly remove your pants, and then your T-shirt."
What was making me obey? I felt myself doing his bidding, against what I thought was my better judgment. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the bed, feeling the sun from the beach bathe my body. It felt so real that I was wondering how the tan lines my new Victoria's Secret lingerie would look.
"My dear, you say you are inhibited and nervous, yet I see that you certainly are prepared for anything that might happen here tonight." There was that menace again. What in the world had ever made me switch from my "tidy whities" for this? But every ounce of my being told me to obey; this was going to be a wonderful experience.
"Good," he said. "Now, I want you to lie spread-eagled on the bed." This got my attention - why in the world would I have to do that?! "Relax and trust me," he said again. I did as I was told. I heard him breathing near my head. He told me that he was going to bind me in order that I absorb better the commands he was about to give me. I felt rope on my right wrist. "Try to move your right arm," he said. I could not. He repeated the procedure with my left wrist. I did not remember any bedposts on this cheap hotel bed, but they must have been there for him to do this to me.
I then heard him move toward my feet. I felt rope on my ankles. I felt him pull my legs even farther apart. "I am going to bind your legs as I did your arms," he whispered. How did he know? This was a secret that I had not even shared with my lover, let alone my friend! I had always wanted to be bound and just "made" to orgasm, and not be able to do a damn thing about it.
"Now," he said. "Come."
So much for foreplay. This was not exactly what I had in mind, but oh my god. The feelings that emanated from my cunt were absolutely indescribable. I felt twitches and twitches that I had never felt before. How could one word, from one man, do this to me? "Go ahead and lose control," he said. "I checked before - the room is soundproof." This comment should have alerted me to something, but I was only aware of the build-up and release I was feeling. I came with a shudder, and continued to come for what seemed like hours afterward.
"Feel better?" he asked, with a laugh. "Yes, but I still don't think I'm 'under,' " I told him. "You can think what you like, my dear, but now you are mine. As long as we are in this room, you are under my control. You will do what I tell you."
Now, I had heard that people under hypnosis will not do anything they think is morally wrong. I mentioned this to him. "Don't worry; I am still keeping my promise to not harm you. I love you, you twit. You are a dear friend, and I will do nothing to hurt the relationship we have. Besides," he teased, "you don't think you're under, remember? I am only going to do what is good for you, things that will help you grow as a person." Did he know that, with the exception of breaking the law, there is not much that I think is morally wrong?
"Open your eyes, and move your arms," he commanded. Well, he had tied my arms to the bedpost; it was understandable that I could not move them. I still could not open my eyes. "Still feel the sun?," he inquired. I answered in the affirmative. It felt wonderful.
"Good," he said. "As you have shed your clothing, I want you to shed some inhibitions. You will open your mouth when I say, you will come when I command you to. I will not harm you, but I will take you to places you have never seen."
With that, I felt him come nearer. His voice was right next to my ear. "Now, open your mouth," he commanded. Every ounce of common sense in my body said not to obey, but my subconcious had other ideas. I opened. He placed a chocolate-coated strawberry on my tongue. "See?" he teased. "Nothing bad. Now concentrate on that taste."
As I did so, I felt his hands at my breasts, unhooking my bra where it joined in the front. How could I let him do this to me?! I had no control over my eyes, hands, arms, legs. But I didn't say "No," either.
"Much better," he said. "Now, every time your breasts are touched, you are going to come." I doubted very highly that this would happen. I felt the gentlest touch; I came. My nipples were pinched; I came. My breasts were rubbed all over; I came. I felt needles on my areola; I came. Touch must feel different on the breasts than the hands, as I could have sworn it was not him touching me.
"Open your mouth again," he commanded. I did. I felt skin on my tongue - not just any skin, but a woman's nipple. I didn't fight it; she must have been the one with the wonderful touch that was making all these sensations occur in me.
I had never had any kind of bi-sexual experience before, and was always afraid. But not now; her touch, and his voice, made me feel this was the most natural thing in the world. Where did she come from? She was not in the room before. I did not have time to care; another orgasm was overtaking me.
I then felt her hands near my crotch. She pulled my panties down as far as my position would allow. I heard his voice again. "Open your right hand," he commanded of me. I did as I was told. I felt a piece of hard rubber, with a flared bottom. "This is going in your ass," he told me. There was no way for him to know of my anal fantasies. I was under his spell, bound and essentially blind. But I wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted. He removed the plug from my hand; I heard the two of them a bit farther down the bed. "Now, I am going to place the plug in your ass," he said.
I heard a tube of KY being squeezed, and he said, "Ready?" Like I had a choice. "I am putting the tip of the butt plug against your rosebud," he said. I felt the cold wetness of the KY. "Now, relax as I push it in." I felt a small barrier inside me as he pushed, but he kept telling me to relax, and it finally eased its way inside of me. "Now, your cunt is going to be fisted." Again, my only desire was to obey. I felt a small pressure inside of my pussy, then more, and finally more, until I thought I would burst. I came the entire time. My two holes were abused and penetrated to the hilt, and there was nothing I could do but enjoy it.
"You are to wear this whenever I command," he said, referring to the plug. " In fact, I will not remove it. Now, I think, is the time for you to come out from hypnosis."
Oh no! I did not want this to end! I expressed as much to him. "Not to worry," he said. "You will soon come to see what I have in mind for you." Again, I had to trust him.
He had me slowly count from zero to 10. At 10, he bade me open my eyes. As I did so, I looked at him. "Was I under?"
"You tell me," he said.
I looked - no ropes; my arms and legs were not bound. The power of suggestion! And there was no butt plug - only my fantasies, which apparently dove-tailed nicely with his. But where was she? I wanted to thank her. "She doesn't exist," he said, and showed me a fake breast he must have gotten at the local smut shop. The fingers? "I wore a coat of wax on my hands, so it wouldn't feel like me," he admitted, blushingly. "The fisting? That didn't feel like wax!" I said.
"No," he said. "Just your body and your subconscious being slaves to my commands."
The one thing that was not part of this wonderfully twisted mindfuck was the light. It came from the video camera he had surreptitiously set up to record my first hypnosis session.