Teaching Jia to be Hair Trigger

Jia settled back in his seat, unsure what to expect. He knew that hypnosis was made up gobbly gook, but that was it. Which was why he was surprised when rather than some rant about being sleepy, the first thing he heard was some pleasant, calming music. He settled into his seat slightly. This was still strange nonsense, but at least it wasn't jarring. Beneath it there were words saying something, but it was rather difficult to make out.

Across from him, he noticed his wife's eyes blinking and her naked form slumping into her seat. Her lips almost looked like they were moving, but he wasn't sure what they were saying. Was it working? Seeing his wife slipping away into a trance was making Jia's eyelids feel heavier. He heard the voice in his headphones telling him how if his wife slipped under it would be proof that a trance was irresistible...and there she was clearly falling under.

The words kept speaking, telling him that he'd go deeper and deeper the more he experienced this or that. And with all of it coming in waves and waves, he couldn't stop himself from sinking. His only moments of lucidity came when he looked over and saw his wife deeper and deeper in her own trance, and it made him know he could not escape.

"Kelly looks so pretty when she's lying there, off in a trance doesn't she? Seeing her, hearing her, makes it so easy for you to lose control, doesn't it?"

"You lose control around her a lot, don't you? Feel aroused in ways you normally don't. Not as you dictate but as determined by an ****, automatic reaction to her body. You really can't resist something automatic like that."

"You've probably heard the stereotype about Asian men, right? That they just can't hold their load. That they feel pleasure and have an **** automatic bodily reaction and let loose. They just can't hold their load in, even if the timing is embarrassing. Or if they'd only just started having sex."

"Yet, when you look across at your wife, do you feel in control of your desire? Or like it's automatic? Like you can't stop yourself from cumming immediately, no matter how much you try to hold it? Like you just can't stop yourself from letting loose."

"You just can't help it, can you? You know how easy it will be to make you shoot your load. You know that you're behaving just like a stereotype for an asian man. But you just can't stop yourself. You know it's true. You feel that total inability to hold it in digging deeper into your mind."

"And the way you're going to cement it is by letting loose, right now. By exploding because you can't hold it in. You know it's going to happen. You can't resist, can you?"