Ashley and Simon, Hypnosis, Stolen Girlfriend

His voice was the only thing I could focus on as he slowly whispered suggestions into my ear, each one sending me deeper and deeper.

I could still feel the world around me; hear the fridge whirring in the kitchen and the occasional sound of cars driving by. But it all seemed so distant, so insignificant compared to the soft, soothing sound of his voice. It was as if nothing else mattered apart from that voice, those suggestions, and my willingness to comply. He had done it, I thought to myself. He had taken away all of my control, all of my free-will. For all I cared he was my god, and I was his puppet. I was so fucking wet.

It had taken months to get here. I'd never been one to give up control to such a level before. Even though I'd fantasized about it, I'd never believed that I could ever do it for real and I never thought I'd trust someone enough. But Simon and I had been together for over five years now, and the trust was there. I had no problem submitting myself completely to his control. When I had shared the fantasy with him he had been surprised to start with, but in the end he agreed that if it's what I really wanted, he'd be willing to give it a try. He'd been studying erotic hypnosis ever since.

I could only hear his voice, his trembling voice, and I could tell he was just as excited about what was happening as I was. It felt strange, how I could still think freely but the thoughts themselves kept dissolving before they could take shape, leaving only the voice. That wonderful, hypnotic voice. And I was so fucking wet.

"Now..." his voice said slowly before he took a pause, taking a deep nervous breath, "I am going to count down from five to zero, and when I reach zero you will wake up, and once awake..."

I could feel my heart beating faster, my mind racing with anticipation, my clit throbbing, so fucking wet... While we had discussed what we were both comfortable with, he had kept the details from me. I had no idea of what he was going to do, and the thrill of not knowing sent chills down my spine.

"You'll find it obvious and completely normal to offer sexual relief when you suspect it may be desired, in the way you believe it might be desired, and if there's no objection to your offer, you will go through with the act, no matter how inappropriate it may seem to you under different circumstances."

I could feel my breathing getting deeper, heavier, and I could hear him breathing more heavily as well. The thought of him getting aroused by what was happening made me even more aroused, and by now I was so wet it was starting to drip on to my thigh. I had always had trouble letting go of my inhibitions, and had found myself stuck fantasizing about situations I was never brave enough to experience in reality. I was often so self conscious that even vanilla sex sometimes felt too stressful. But now I was finally going to get the opportunity to let go and just let him my body be enjoyed without worrying about anything.

"You'll find providing such sexual relief just as normal and unremarkable as shaking someone's hand in greeting. There'll be no judgement, no moral dilemmas, it will simply be a service you'll offer and provide. It won't be a sexual act in the sense of being pleasurable or enjoyable to you, but rather just an act of assistance, an act of charity."

His words were echoing inside my head as my mind went wild imagining what I was about to do to him. I was so fucking wet.

"Now, I'll count down from five to zero," he said, "and once I do, you'll open your eyes and wake up, and all of these suggestions will take effect immediately. Do you understand?"

I nodded, feeling his instructions taking root inside me, and he started the countdown.

"Five... four... three... two... one... and zero. Now awaken, with all of these suggestions firmly imprinted in your subconscious mind, and your body ready to carry them out."

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the room. I saw Simon standing by the bed with his usual messy blond hair and his cute freckled face. I smiled and stretched, still in a bit of a daze. "Well that was different," I said. I had been hypnotized by Simon before, but this was the first time it had felt so... real. "I can't remember a trance ever feeling that strong."

He chuckled. "It seems like the practice has paid off. So, how do you feel? Are you ok? Do you remember the suggestions I gave you?"

I sat up and tried to gather my thoughts. "Yeah, I remember, I think. Something about offering myself sexually. Not that I ever need to be hypnotized to do that."

He laughed. "Really? Seems like it worked then..."

Did it, though? Providing sexual relief was just a nice, helpful thing to do. Wasn't it? No big deal. I shrugged and stood up. I could tell by the way he was fidgeting that he was getting turned on, and the bulge growing in his pants was pretty hard to miss. "Do you need me to help you with that?" I asked, nodding towards his erection.

His face flushed. "I... uh, well, yeah, I guess so," he mumbled.

I smiled. "Hand? Mouth? Pussy?" I asked casually. Why did I ever have any reservations about doing this? "Or we can give anal a shot if you want. I'm up for anything." Of course I was. How could I not be?

He looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise, and I could see his erection growing even bigger, his cock straining against his pants.

"Anal then?" I said and started to take off my jeans. "I took a shower just before the session so I should be clean." I took them off, followed by my panties. I was about to remove my top when I noticed him standing there, transfixed on me. I chuckled and shook my head. "Want me or not?" I asked, chuckling. He really must have done a number on me if he was having such a hard time believing I was serious. Me, on the other hand... I was just happy to be of service.

"Oh I want you, alright," he said, his voice trembling with excitement. He quickly took his pants off and stood in front of me, his cock rock hard and throbbing, waiting impatiently. "I'm just slowly wrapping my head around the fact that this is really happening."

I smiled, took off my top and sat on the edge of the bed, my large natural tits hanging heavily. "Well, believe me, it's happening, and it's not going to be any more real later, so you better take this chance."

Who was I kidding? Of course there'd be other chances. I was always ready to provide relief.

Before I had time to finish that thought I could feel his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me back into a lying position on the couch.