[FM] [D/s] [Hypnosis] A Night to Dream About- her perspective

Luckily for /u/So-Cal-Sinner, but even luckier for /u/YieldingMyCouch, I am highly suggestible. Therefore, as suggested, here’s my perspective on the night described in [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9637qm/mf_a_night_to_dream_about_and_god_was_it_worth_it/).
 

There’s a lot to know about my kinks, but what you’re really going to need to know for this is that I love to please, and I love being objectified. If you like subs with defiance, that’s not me, but if you like good little toys that get wet just from being obedient, I’m your girl. This all runs so deep into my psyche that it’s there even when everything else is stripped away. And that’s a place I enjoy letting my dom take me to as often as he’ll indulge me. For the purposes of this post, and (if they’re requested) any future stories, I’m going to call him Danny. I wrote most of this text before he wrote and posted his version, so if there’s something that I didn’t know or remember at the time that’s in his post, that’s why. All I’ve really done is pretty up the writing.
 

Danny and I had finally gotten some privacy at this house party, and I was absolutely dying for a proper scene with him. In the time leading up to the party we’d talked about what we wanted to do, and both of us wanted to bring back one of our old favorites: fucking me while I was hypnotized. We’ve done it before, and I think we’d both swear to it being one of the most unreally hot encounters we’ve had with each other. And this second time was even better than the last time we’d done it (which is saying something).
 

—-Here’s where it gets good—-
 

It was very dark in that room, because we were trying to be stealthy. Technically there was some little light through the window, but I was plenty eager to lose track of the few details I could see, and focus on what I could feel. And what I could feel was Danny touching me, his body under my hands, the bed underneath me, and the steady rhythm of my breath–and the nerves. As much as I’m enjoying telling you people all about this (and I am enjoying it immensely), I do not like being caught during a BDSM scene or sex. Danny knew that and could tell I was anxious, so put me under pretty promptly. He has me programmed with a trigger that bypasses the need for any kind of induction, and sends me straight down to the bottom of my mind, where all those pesky independent thoughts feel distant and unimportant. He kissed me, I began to relax, and then he gave my induction trigger, and my mind dropped into softness. 
 

My mind dropped inward away from worries, forgetting about the house, and even the room I was in. My awareness shrank to what I could immediately feel and hear–most of which was him. Our clothes got lost at some point in the process, although I don’t recall exactly when or how. I enjoyed the delicious, floaty feeling that kept me from thinking too hard about anything except how he was touching me. Danny’s lips were on mine, and his hands moved all over me, and his voice told me to relax, relax, relax. I floated further away from thought and further into the sensations.
He guided my lips down to his cock. In the back of my mind I knew that I wasn’t using nearly as much finesse with my mouth as I’m used to trying to do, and I was a little frustrated with that. That kind of precision required more control over my body than my tranced mind allowed for. But that kind of lack of control, even over my own body, is exactly what I was here for, so that worry got smoothed away as I focused on nothing and let him use my throat.
 

If I talk about what it feels like to be entranced too much, it’s because it’s my fucking favorite and I love it. When I’m under, I’m pliant, usable, obedient, and happy. I become a treasured object to be played with and that’s incredibly hot for me. The world disappears except for what I’m told to focus on. In this case, Danny was telling me to focus on him, and pleasure. All my movements felt like I was going through water; most of my senses felt in some way vague. I could see, but except to maneuver myself, my sight felt completely unimportant. The only thing I consciously heard was Danny’s voice, the anchor that my thoughts constantly returned to. Only my sense of touch felt crystal clear. I was deliciously aware of every place that my body was touching his, and pleasure came through strongly. But otherwise my body, like my conscious and independent mind, felt distant and irrelevant. I was there to be touched and used, and I loved it.

 
Danny moved me how he pleased, and talked to me the entire time (when his mouth wasn’t busy on me). I don’t know exactly what he said, but everything he did say sent me deeper into the trance, and every way that he touched me sent me deeper. And even in my trance, insofar as I wanted things, I wanted to be pleasing to him, and I wanted to feel his ownership of me. Normally groping does not have favorable connotations, but it’s the best word I have to describe that feeling I love so much, when he touches me like my body is his object to toy with, and my mind just happens to be along for the ride.
 

He guided me on top of him, to ease his cock into me. I realize you may think that I’m trying to flatter him since I know he’ll read this, but honest to God his cock is huge. I’ve never gotten out a ruler or anything, but if I’m not right in the middle of my cycle, I literally can’t fit all of him in me. So obviously having him inside me feels amazing anyway (especially since he has the most unbelievable knack for finding my g spot). But the way that trance cleared my mind, all I could meaningfully perceive was touch, and that enhanced my pleasure to an incredible degree. I was honestly surprised that I could manage to control my body enough to ride him, my balance and spatial awareness were so off, but he smoothed even that thought away while I rode him.
 

Soon enough we changed positions so I was on my back. I remember him asking me a question or two, but I don’t remember what. I think he turned up my dial–and if you haven’t read his version, I should tell you what my arousal dial does. It does exactly what you think it does; it’s a hypnotically implanted trigger, on a scale of 1 to 10, that can control my arousal. There are some great stories around how we got that dial implanted and bug tested, but that’s for another day, if there’s interest. I think he turned up my dial because I remember *needing* him on top of me, craving the sensation of his body pinning mine while he filled me. Being on top is great and all, but there’s nothing like being pinned down and fucked. I didn’t have enough conscious mind present to even form the thought as a want, it really was a craving, on a level below words. He fucked me and fucked me and it felt like heaven. I remember being worried that I would make sound, because I was spending what little conscious willpower I had left not make the kind of noise that would have alerted the whole house. I was biting my finger to try and keep myself quiet, but the pain from that didn’t exactly discourage me from moaning. But Danny noticed the problem and fixed it. He simply gave me the suggestion that I felt no need to make noise above a whisper, and my mind faded further into silence. The urge to moan and even scream (I can be, uh, pretty loud) just disappeared out of my mind.
 

All that desire built up in me and eventually became a problem: I began to tense to the point that I couldn’t take all of Danny’s cock in me comfortably. He was fucking me like he owned me, which I loved, but that meant he was pounding into my cervix, which is not generally a comfortable thing for me. I don’t remember the suggestions that he used exactly. Suddenly I wanted him just as badly, but I could relax while wanting him. It dispersed my frantic energy and made me relax into it all. I found a reserve of flexibility I hadn’t known I had as my legs relaxed even further back over my head so that he could fuck me even deeper and harder. What had been uncomfortable a second ago melted into pleasure, even though the sensations hadn’t changed at all. I could feel his cock filling me and pounding into me, but my mind now perceived it as being just another sign of ownership, and that pleased me immensely. Feeling him fucking me and just being able to ride it and take it and enjoy it without a single distracting thought in my head? Utterly divine.
 

At some point Danny used another one of my favorite pre-programmed triggers, and stopped me from speaking. It’s even better than that, honestly; rather than a gag that would stop me from talking, this command silences my ability to think in words at all, with my mouth still freely accessible. That command alone gets me wet, even outside of a scene. And that’s where my memory really does go soft. It all blurred together into wordless pleasure and the delicious knowledge that he owned and used every possible part of me. After all, good girls obey and good toys don’t need to think. They just need to be fucked. 
 

I came, several times. As I felt myself getting close to the edge, part of my mind tried to rouse itself, worried on some instinctive level that I would cum without being able to ask permission. But buried as deep in me as he was, I’m sure Danny was perfectly well aware of how close I was, and gave me permission before I could worry any more about it. Even after I came the first time he kept pounding me, and the knowledge that I was being used and appreciated so much pushed me over the edge a couple more times after that. Soon after that I felt and heard Danny cum, and would you believe it, that came close to sending me over the edge all by itself. I felt my face smile hugely, with a kind of distant sensation as though it was someone else’s face. I was just so viscerally happy that I had pleased him; it was honestly as good as my own orgasm.
 

Thanks for reading! I’m happy to answer questions in comments.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/96lt09/fm_ds_hypnosis_a_night_to_dream_about_her

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