Booby Trap (Hypnosis)

**First post here…hope it’s okay.**

Since discovering her hidden joy of exhibitionism, Aubrey started amassing quite an impressive collection of scandalous selfies on her computer; though she was still too bashful to post them anywhere, much less show anyone, so in a hidden folder they sat. Included with it was her *pretty_pink_swirly_whirl*.*gif* which gave her the ‘confidence’ to keep adding to it; she would look through her album until she got to it and would find herself *wanting* to take more.

During one of the nights that John and she were hanging out, she let slip that she took pictures of herself, but they were very well hidden and couldn’t be found. A few jokes were made and eventually the topic changed, however he couldn’t shake the idea of her body.

A whole year after that, John needed to use her computer, without hesitation she agreed, logged him in, and then set off to go to school. He sat down to work. A few hours later he forgot where he saved a file and delved into the search feature, discovered the hidden folders and started to look.

Eventually he found a folder with the winking emoji as a title, and the echoes of curiosity peeked through the year, reminding him. With hesitation he opened the folder and flushed red when he saw the many sexy photos of his roommate. He checked to make sure she was still gone and then sat down and guiltily reached into his pants, pulled out his excited cock, and began scrolling through.

She was sprawled out on her bed, her toes pointed to the air and bare pussy exposed to the self-timed camera. There were pictures of her in random bathrooms, lifting her shirt to show off her titties. Masturbating in the shower, on her bed, on the floor, in the seat he was sitting in. There were more than a hundred of them. He wanted to see them all before he could really start masturbating.

And then, after he saw the last one, there was a pretty swirly pink whirl that caught his interest.

Aubrey came home, kicked her shoes off at the door, set her bag down and called out for John. No response. She walked to her room calling again, but when she got there she realized he wasn’t going to answer her; he was glued to her computer screen with his pants down, holding his own cock. She was completely shocked but he made no movement. It took her a few moments to remember that particular gif.

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She crawled underneath the desk, settling herself between his legs. Her lips wrapped around the head, she pulled his hand to her head, threading his fingers into her hair and began sucking him. Once she got a good rhythm going, she reached up to the keyboard to hit the spacebar. The photo album began to play on a slideshow.

It took a few minutes before the hypnosis wore off, John came-to while watching the slideshow of Aubrey’s sexy photos, a moan escaped his lips, and then hers. It drew his attention to the wonderful feeling below, and nearly jumped to see Aubrey herself sucking him off, her eyes smiling up at him. In shock he tried to scoot backwards, but she crawled and followed, keeping him in her mouth the whole time.

“I didn’t…I meant to…ugh, god….”

She lifted her fingers, placing them to his lips to shush him, then lifted his chin to direct his attention back to the slideshow. It turned her on to imagine the pictures he was looking at, while feeling what she was giving him. She was way too bashful to *show* herself to anyone…but having been *discovered* made her so horny; she found herself wanting to reward him.

The pink hypno swirl came around again and she felt him suddenly loosen, everything in his body–save his cock–lost stiffness. She popped him out of her mouth, and while watching his eyes decided to take advantage of his hypnosis.

“You are under my control.”

“Yes mistress.” his voice was low.

She moved her tongue to his balls.

“You want to see me naked.”

“Yes mistress.”

The swirl passed, restarting the show, but she knew she still had some time of influence.

“You will find ways to see me.”

“Yes mistress.”

Her mind’s eye got excited about the thought of him walking in on her changing. She sucked him rapidly a few times.

“You will spy on me, but subtly. You don’t want to be caught.”

“Yes mistress.”

She smiled.

“But you won’t be perfect. You will be caught every now and then.”

“Yesss misssstressss.”

She didn’t have much longer–neither for his hypnotization, nor his pleasure–she focused back on making him cum; she needed it. Plunging her head deep, sucking hard, licking his shaft, holding his balls. She took all of his cum in her mouth and then spit it up all over his cock.

She left him there and went back to the front door, listening carefully for him to come back. He breathed heavily and she heard a few loud mouse clicks before she decided to pretend to come back home; taking pleasure at the sudden rush of movement at the noise.

He was incredibly bashful around her, his eyes barely able to meet her own. He mumbled that he finished his work, and quickly left her room. She closed the door and smiled at her blank desktop, no doubt returned to normal; all files re-hidden as though they were never opened.

That week she was walked in on while changing, while showering, and while masturbating; each time he was profusely apologetic–he seemed to not even know why he kept accidentally seeing her in various states of undress–she would flush red, send him out, and was flooded with exhibitionist pleasure. He would find himself embarrassed for doing so, but the image of her body would fill his mind until he was able to release. She never anticipated one little gif to be so potent.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aaeoht/booby_trap_hypnosis