*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*
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Day 1: The hypnotherapy worked! I slept and truly got some rest for the first time in a long time! I normally stay up long past midnight and when I do close my eyes, I’m tossing and turning like mad. The therapist is cheap and says I should come in weekly for at least four months to make this permanent. I’m already scheduling my next session!
Day 16: Two whole weeks of rest. It was amazing! But this time after my third session I had my first dream since I was a child. It felt so comforting. My therapist said my dreams would get more vivid as our sessions continued, more real. I honestly can’t wait.
Day 26: It’s so weird. I keep waking up horny. I had to buy a dildo after three days. My therapist says now that I’m getting more rest, my body will be using that extra energy I have. I don’t mind. Perhaps my next boyfriend will enjoy this little surprise.
Day 30: The dreams got more vivid last night. I remember falling asleep on my couch. I got up and unlocked my front door. There was someone there and I led them back to my couch. They took my jeans and panties off.
Fondled my breasts. Rubbed their finger on my clit before shoving them inside me. I moaned so loudly. All I heard was “inspection.” It was amazing. I woke up with a little stain on my panties. It’s strange that this is all happening but I haven’t felt this well rested and this amazing in such a long time. I don’t mind if this is a little side effect of getting some good sleep.
Day 37: The dreams got more intense last night. It felt like someone was eating me out. I only ever been eaten out once in my entire life and I don’t remember enjoying it too much. I was too tired. But this. It felt amazing. I could feel my clit getting sucked on, my pussy getting warm. Woke up in a sweat and my panties soaked through. I could see the person’s face this time. It was my therapist! He is pretty cute. Should I tell him? I don’t want to scare him off and lose my good rest.
Day 44: A whole week and I dreamt of my Therapist playing with my body. Running his fingers all over my nipples, belly button, pressing it on my ass and I didn’t tell him! He has been too kind to me and he has a wife! But the dreams got more intense this time! He bent me over and fucked me senseless, pinched and pulled my nipples, squeezed my neck and used my mouth before cumming inside it. I woke up with my nipples feeling extra sensitive and a salty taste in my mouth. I’ve decided I’m going to tell him, but only until the next session. I want to enjoy this week of dreams.
Day 51: That was a lovely week of dreams. He fucked me softly, looking into my eyes as he laid on top of me. He fucked me roughly, pulling my hair and spanking my ass. I even woke up and it felt sore. His body was so muscular. Is that what he really looks like though? I’ve never seen him outside of his sweater vest. I told him. Not that it was him or how intense it was, but that it felt like someone was having sex with me and I kept waking up with all these effects on my body. He was professional about it. He said that vivid dreams can sometimes cause my mind to affect my body like as if it really happened. Kind of like a placebo effect. I guess another week of this.
Day 58: The dreams this week were almost too much for me to handle! He tied me up, whipped me and spanked me hard. Used toys on my pussy and teased my ass some more! He heard him say I should try it if I want to be a good girl. Am I really that deprived? Do I really want to be fucked in the ass to dream something like that? I mean, I’ve always been curious, but it seemed too scary for me. The never even been tied up before to dream something like that. I woke up with both my panties and sweat pants stained though! I’m so horny! I told him more honestly this time. Said my dreams were getting more intense. He said it was a common side affect and that I shouldn’t be scared. If I back out now before I finish, my old sleeping habits will come back. I know I don’t want that. I trust him and continue with the treatment.
Day 65: It finally happened this week. He was building up to it. Felt so real it was crazy! He warmed me up, using toys, plugs and lube, playing with my ass. I hurt at first, but then it felt amazing. I woke up each night having to clean my sheets. Then on the last night before my next session he fucked me in the ass. It felt incredible. He was huge! My mind is so crazy! I’ve never had a cock that big before and certainly not up my ass! He cam deep inside it. I woke up and my ass was sore. I had to check, but I there was no cum inside. What is happening to me! I was going to tell him this week, but not after this! I told him the dreams have calmed down now. Oh my god! Am I really just doing this for sleep now?
Day 72: I didn’t think the dreams could escalate like this. I started writing them down to masturbate to later. He tied me up so many different ways this week. Tight and unable to move while a vibe was shoved up my pussy and his cock down my throat, gagging me. He suspended me in the air while he flogged at my body. He cam all over my body this week. On my face. Chest. Ass. Back. Hair. Inside all my holes. Felt so warm. I’m craving it more and more every day. I want him to do it to me in real life now. I have to fight back touching myself when we have our sessions.
Day 79: Even more intense! Is this all part of the treatment process? I don’t care anymore. I wake up horny and wet, but I have all this energy! The dreams this week though! He wrapped me in some kind of leather body suit. I felt like a mummy, then he put me in darkness while a toy got bigger in all three of my holes. He kept me on the edge, never allowing me to cum. Then towards the end of the week, there were more people, fucking each of my holes. I don’t know who they were. Their faces were blurry. But not his. It was clear as day. Smiling. Recording.
Day 96: Any time he walked out of his office to use the restroom or talk to a coworker my hands were between my legs. I thought about him bending me over and fucking me right in front of the picture of him and his wife. The dreams. He walked me outside of the house wrapped in rope all over me and in between my pussy. I felt the rope rubbing against my clit. I saw someone on a bike. Again, blurry. He made me crawl on my hands and knees, collared and leash in my backyard naked. Said fucktoys like me aren’t allowed to pee in the toilet. I’m ashamed to admit it, but after that dream I started peeing outside, but it felt so good. I even preordered a collar to start wearing around the house.
Day 103: I can’t believe the dreams I had this week! He took me into his car and drove me to some house. I crawled naked and downstairs to some dungeon. Every night it was the same. He played and tortured my body. Every time I woke up sore. Then the last two nights I saw a woman. Blurry face. But I remembered her hair. Red like fire. She ate me out and tortured me too. I didn’t think I was gay, but it felt euphoric. I felt my body melting inside myself when she sucked on my tits before smacking them hard. Did I fabricate his wife? I kept thinking it was real, but then I woke up in my bed, back at my home. I couldn’t lie to him anymore. I told him the truth that my dreams never calmed down and that I was imagining him this entire time. He smiled and said that this happens more often that I thought. That he’s flattered, but as soon as the treatment was over, the dreams would stop. Do I want them to stop?
Day 110: My collar came in and I wear it like a good girl. I feels nice going to sleep with it. My mind was playing with me cause my Therapist stopped bringing his collar as well. I heard him say that good girls get septum piercings. Nipple piercings. Clit pierced. I don’t know. I’ve never gotten a piercing before, but the idea of him clipping a leash and tugging me around was too much for me to handle. I got the septum piercing the next day. He noticed and said I was glowing. That the treatment is working great. I’ll admit, it’s getting harder to focus at work. I keep thinking of him parading me around the office. Letting all my coworkers fuck me.
117: I quit my job. I got my nipples and clit pierced. It feels amazing rubbing against my jeans and shirt. I don’t wear a bra and panties anymore. Those would just get in the way. The more people stare at me, the wetter I get. I want them to use me. My Therapist noticed to. He wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact he seemed to enjoy the person I was becoming. Since this is my last week with him, I’m going to confess to him next session. That I want it in real life. That I want him to own me like he does in my dreams. I don’t want the dreams to stop after this is all over.
Day 123: This was the big day. I told him right after the session was over what I wanted. I stood there shaking, legs quivering while my pussy was dripping down my thighs. Anticipating what he might say next. He walked up and locked his office door. He fucked me just the way I wanted on this desk. Shoving his fingers down my ass. Calling me his precious whore. It was like my dreams never stopped. I waited for him to get off work. He took me to a tattoo parlor where I would get my ass branded as his property. I was so turned on I wasn’t even thinking what his wife would think of all this.
Then the moment of truth. He told me his wife wouldn’t mind. It all felt so surreal to me as we walked up to his house. I felt so little next to him wearing my collar. His hand on the back of my neck guiding me. My jeans already getting a little wet spot. Then the door opened and I met his wife for the first time today. It never occurred to me, the picture he kept on his desk was him and his wife at their wedding. A thick veil covered the top of her head. Now that I’m seeing her for the firs time I see it. Her hair. Red like fire.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11wbvfa/red_like_fire_cnc_hypnotism_mff_bondage_anal_play
I’m not a fan of the journal entry style of writing but still really good content