[MF] A Night To Dream About (And God, Was It Worth It) [D/s] [Hypnosis] [Hold The Moan]

First and foremost, I know this is absolutely going to read like fiction. In truth, it still feels like it in a lot of ways. But, in hopes of calming some of that, a little backstory. The girl who I’ll be calling Anna and I have been friends now for quite some time. Moreover, it was fairly early on in our friendship that we discovered just how compatible we are. She’s a talented and enthusiastic sub, always excited to try new things. I’m a dom that, over the time we’ve known each other, has grown pretty confident and comfortable with his own abilities. It’s something I enjoy, and Anna and I explored a lot of our early developments of kink together. I’d had a bit of a head start on her by a few years at that point, so I got help guide her, shape and encourage her, and do everything I could to provide a safe and comfortable outlet for that exploration. She’s the one that first asked me to choke her. Slap her. Pull her hair. When we ultimately started spending more intimate time together, we started to play with hypnosis.

Let’s fast forward a little, lest I find myself down a rabbit hole of lovely memories. Who knows, I might see if she’ll let me share some of those moments here sometime, but that’s not this story. Needless to say, Anna and I have by this point had quite a few years of on-again, off-again play between us, always positively, and always in the most fun and encouraging way. At this point, she has a number of fun hypnosis triggers, all pretty well hard-wired to the point that, even if she’s just reading them, they’ll happen. For all our fun, but especially hers when I share this, I’ll explain them as they come up. First, there’s an arousal scale, for lack of a better word. 1-10, simple as that, with 1 being a little light squirming, and 10 being absolute, full-on need. I’ll say something like “I want you at 8.”, and she’ll jump to attention and start getting handsy.

~The Good Stuff~

The night we spent together, we’d talked about her desire to be fucked while fully entranced. Dropped down into a suggestible state and used. We decided to finally do it at a house party I’d been throwing annually. Late at night, we managed to sneak off to an empty room, but we were still in a house full of friends, and I know both of us were equal parts nervous about getting caught and excited to finally enjoy ourselves.

I set her down on the bed, and pretty immediately gave her the command that puts her down. I guided and coaxed her to settle into her trance, and when she’d found it, I made it clear that nothing we did would disrupt it. I kissed her, touched her, reinforcing that every word she heard, every touch she felt would just put her deeper down. I peeled her clothes off of her, and quickly did the same to my own. Then, I turned up her dial to 8, and guided her eager mouth down to my cock.

The trance was immediately noticeable, in its own way. She softly moaned and squirmed, and I did my part, instructing her on just how she’d desire me, how she’d have nothing to focus on but how I felt against and inside of her. I kept a hand gripped tight in her hair, and thanks in part to the ease of use that trance provided, lifted my hips and felt her throat take all of me. Truthfully, just using her so completely, knowing I could fuck her as I pleased? Already had me excited. And I knew I wanted to be inside of her. I slipped on a condom, and coaxed her to straddle me, playing with her breasts, and digging my nails into her thighs. She slid up and down along me, hips rolling rhythmically, eyes half-lidded and fluttering but with the softest of smiles on her face. I pulled her down close, and told her how every stroke would make her want more, want nothing but the feeling of me inside her. And then, I turned her up to 10, tossed her on her back, and pulled her legs over my shoulders.

When I took her, I took her hard, and deep. I started to see a little hesitation on her face, her teeth biting down into her lower lip. I made it clear that no matter how I decided to use her, she’d make no noise louder than a whisper, that she didn’t have to concern herself with holding it in. The change was palpable. I started leaning in, taking her rougher, pulling her hips against mine. She flinched, as I felt myself press to her cervix, but even that got remedied with the firmest explanation that no matter what she felt, no matter how I decided to fuck her, she’d love and enjoy every bit of it. No pain, no discomfort. She was mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to take however I desired, and that was all the satisfaction she needed.

Immediately, those hips pressed right up into mine, pushing my cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Her eye rolled back, and with one last use of implanted phrase, I took all of her words away, and left her with nothing but the knowledge that she was completely and utterly used. I felt her cum against me, when I finally gave her permission, and taking every inch of me she pressed harder, every bit of her urging me to take her as deeply as I could. I felt her tighten, felt her cum again, and again, felt her cervix press to my cock and her legs tremble. With the realization that I could take something painful, something rough, and make it everything she wanted? That I could make her into pretty, obedient fucktoy that I was free to use whenever I desired, that I could turn on and get wet with nothing but a few words? I came, hard. We cuddled, and smiled, aftercare happened, but that’s not what you’re here for. Frankly? After writing this, I can’t wait to hear what she thinks of it, knowing just how many people are going to appreciate this little story. Who knows. I might just have to share more.

Oh, and Anna? Because I know you’ll still be turned on from that sentence earlier: I want you off.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9637qm/mf_a_night_to_dream_about_and_god_was_it_worth_it

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