Lick it

I knew a lot more about hypnosis now than I did about a week ago, when Ellie had been my first "victim," so to speak. I'd gotten lucky with her because we'd been friends for so long—it built that trust naturally. But I needed to deepen my skills. The book I'd been reading explained that I had to ally myself with her subconscious, make it fall in love with me, even submit to me completely. The key was pleasure. It was like training a dog: reward the right behaviors until they became instinct.

And that's exactly what I did. For this hypnosis session, I ramped up her sensitivity and her arousal, making everything more intense.

"Hey Ellie, are you hypnotized right now?"

"I think so... I'm not sure."

"Good. Tell me, what's the most amazing feeling you could possibly have? Where would the sensation be the strongest?"

"Um, I think... if you really think it through, it would be if every receptor in my body was stimulated all at once." She looked like she was pondering the question deeply, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"The kind of sensation I'm focusing on is touch. Here, feel my touch. Doesn't that feel good? My touch sends pleasure through your entire body."

I touched her lightly, and she drew in a sharp breath, closing her eyes.

"Some spots are especially sensitive. Imagine my hand wandering over your nipples."

She let out a soft moan.

"Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it? Now, I'm going between your legs."

A louder moan escaped her lips.

"But there are other erogenous zones too. Like this one." I stroked the inside of her hand. Her body tensed up, she squeezed her eyes shut, and her mouth formed a perfect "O."

"Or this one—you really like this, don't you?" I caressed her ear.

Now she couldn't hold back her moans anymore.

"Ellie, who's making you feel this way?"

"You?"

"Yes, exactly. Very good. Pleasure, Ellie—feel it from head to toe."

Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

I repeated the exercise a few times, each round reinforcing that it was me making her feel so good, that my touch—anywhere—sent a blissful tingling through her. The same went for how I looked, especially my eyes. And then my voice. Now came the taste—that was trickier, but she wouldn't remember it with her conscious mind anyway. I pulled out my cock in front of her.

"Would you have guessed I had one this big?"

"No."

That stung a little. I mean, it's only been abnormally large recently—it's fine if no one expects that from someone else...

"Do you like having such a big cock?"

"No, I'd be scared it would hurt."

That hurt a bit more, though. For some reason—even though I had no intention of doing anything like that with my regular friend—it bothered me. I had to be careful not to turn her into a mindless, braindead bimbo, but I couldn't resist fixing this one thing in the future.

"My touch gives you pleasure!"

"Yes, your touch brings me pleasure."

I touched her face with my now-hard member.

"My scent brings you pleasure."

"Your scent brings me pleasure," she said, inhaling deeply.

"Now, what do you think my taste does to you?" "Pleasure," she replied, and she leaned in to kiss it hesitantly. "Yes, it's the most amazing thing you've ever tasted."

I sat back down, but my erection was still throbbing. Her sleepy eyes were fixed on it.

"How do you feel now?"

A wide smile spread across her lips. "Amazing."

"And who's making you feel so good?"

"You."

"Call me Master from now on, please."

"Yes, you make me feel so good, Master."

"Good. There's Trance Ellie and Waking Ellie, and Trance Ellie will always call me Master. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Good. And what can you feel now because you've been obedient?"

She closed her eyes in ecstasy. "Pleasure."

"Yes, exactly. Pleasure, Ellie. I want you to feel more and more pleasure with me until you can barely stand it—and then just a little more."

She was smiling ear to ear now, eyes closed like she was lost in a beautiful dream.

"Ellie, I want you to open your eyes now."

"So, how is it? As Trance Ellie, you're head over heels in love with me, the way you're smiling, right?"

"Yes," she giggled.

"Exactly. I mean, you don't know any guy who can make you this happy, do you? Say it."

"No, I don't know anyone who can make me as happy as you."

"Yes, that's right. And you know I can make you even happier, like with that orgasm last week, right?"

"Oh yes."

"Yeah, do you want to be my obedient girl again and have a mind-blowing orgasm just for me?"

"Yes, I want to be your obedient girl."

"Good, but for that, I want the truth. You understand that whenever I want the truth from you—or from Waking Ellie—you have to tell me the truth? Do you get that? Then you'll feel the pleasure you love so much. You tell the truth, and Waking Ellie forgets right after that she told me. Do you understand?"

Now I could dig deeper without risking our friendship. It was fascinating to quiz my best friend like this, peeling back the layers she'd never share otherwise. I added a subtle anchor to her subconscious: every time she obeyed in trance, a wave of warmth would spread through her, making submission feel even more natural and rewarding. It would build over time, strengthening our bond without her ever noticing in her waking state.