Soooooooo
The other day I somehow volunteered myself as part of a story-writing challenge with the marvelous DJ Pynchon (and by 'volunteered' I mean agreed when he asked me to do it). We were inspired by a conversation about clicker training and its applications for erotic hypno-play, and from out of that came something interesting I hope. As always, this story may not be suitable for reading at work, in front of small-minded people, or possibly dog trainers.
Part 1 – CLICKBATE
“CLICK”
Darcy
sprawled across the couch in her robe and slippers, and glared at Sam.
“Yes, that’s what I’m talking
about!” she said. “The thing where you click
your fingers! Every time you click I
lose track of what I was saying, and it’s starting to get irritating!” She did her best to stare Sam into
apologizing. “When I agreed to let you
try to hypnotize me I didn’t realize that you were going to tease me instead.”
“There is no ‘try’ happening here,
Darcy, only ‘do’. I’ve been putting you
under since lunch, you just don’t remember it.”
“Oh please, there’s no way that can
be true. I’d know it if we’d been here
all day long.” Darcy checked the clock,
which read 9:27.
“Really? And you’re in your robe because?”
“Obviously because it’s still
morning and I haven’t dressed yet.” She
sat up straight, causing the robe to gape.
“And the reason you have nothing on
under your robe is?”
“Sam, you know you stopped me on my
way to showering to issue your little challenge.” She put her hands on her hips defiantly,
arching her back and exposing her breasts.
“And the reason you’re posing for
me like that is?”
“Because you have hypnotized me
into being an exhibitionist tart.” On
the word ‘tart’, Darcy slumped back into the couch, eyes closed and breathing
deeply.
“CLICK”
Darcy
sprawled across the couch in her robe and slippers, and stared at Sam.
“You
keep doing that clicking thing with your fingers, right when I’m about to say
something really important, it’s really annoying never getting to finish what
I’m saying.” She did her best to glare
at Sam, but she kept getting distracted by the large clock over the
fireplace. “It’s already 9:30? Have you been trying to hypnotize me all
morning?”
“I don’t have to try, Darcy, you’ve
made it so easy for me. And I’ve been
hypnotizing you all day, you just don’t remember.”
“Don’t be silly, I’m in my robe,
it’s still morning.” She sat up straight
in order to better show off her bathrobe.
“And the reason you have nothing on
under your robe is?”
“Because as soon as you give up I’m
going to shower, of course.” Darcy slid
her robe off her shoulders, letting it pool around her lap.
“And the reason you’re showing me
your breasts right now?”
“Because you’ve hypnotized me into
wanting to be naked for you.” Darcy slumped back into the couch, eyes closed
and breathing deeply.
“CLICK”
Darcy sprawled across the couch in only
her slippers, and tried to focus her eyes on Sam.
“Do you have to keep clicking at me
like that? I forgot what I was going
say.” She breathed deeply, and settled
into the couch a little more firmly. “What
time is it anyway? Are you going to try
to hypnotize me soon?
“I have already hypnotized you Darcy. You just don’t remember.”
“What? No, I just got up just now, look, I haven’t
dressed yet.” She struggled to sit up,
leaning heavily on the arm of the couch.
“And the reason you aren’t wearing
your robe anymore would be?”
“Duh. I haven’t put it on yet.” Darcy
swayed back and forth in time to her words, swinging her breasts.
“And the reason you’re making sure
I really get a good look at your tits right now is?”
“Because you’ve hypnotized me into
loving having you look at my tits.” Darcy slumped back into the couch, eyes
closed and breathing deeply.
“CLICK”
Darcy sprawled across the couch and
blinked dully at Sam.
“Um, did you do the click thing
again? I have to tell you
something.” She concentrated hard on
remembering what she wanted to say.
“It’s really important.”
“I have to do the click thing
Darcy, it’s part of me hypnotizing you.”
“Oo are you hypnotizing me? That sounds fun.” Darcy smiled brightly at Sam.
“Do you want to put some clothes on
first?”
“But I want to be naked and horny!”
She whined.
“And you want to be naked and horny
why?”
“Because you’ve hypnotized me into
being your horny little slut!” Darcy
slumped back into the couch, eyes closed and breathing deeply.
“CLICK”
Darcy sprawled across the couch and
floated in the bliss of being near Sam.
“This is fun, do it again!” she
begged. “I love when you make me feel
all warm and floaty and horny!”
“That’s a good girl, Darcy. Happy
to have me hypnotizing you?”
“Oh god yes! I’m so horny I just want you to make me feel
good!” She wriggled on the couch, using her body to invite Sam to fuck her.
“Darcy, it looks like you are
trying to tell me something. What is
it?”
“Oh Sam, I want you to fuck me, can
you fuck me? Now? Please?” Darcy pleaded
with Sam.
“Darcy, why are you asking me to fuck
you?”
“Because I want you to fuck
me!” she explained breathlessly.
“And why do you want me to fuck
you?”
“Because I asked you to hypnotize
me into being a sex-crazed bimbo!” Darcy
slumped back into the couch, eyes closed and breathing deeply.
“CLICK”
Part
2 – CLICKBAIT
Sam parked in the driveway of
Alyssa’s house, and congratulated himself again on finding a play partner who
liked hypnosis as much as he did. He had
been sitting at a table alone at the student union coffee shop watching people
pass by when she had come up behind him, tapping him on the top of his head and
making him jump a foot into the air.
“Watcha reading there, Sam-I-am?”
she asked. “Looks like a big dry text
book! We can’t have that, it’s
practically the weekend!”
“It’s a book about hypnosis,” he’d
told her, “I’m reading it for an extra credit project for Psych 101.”
It had turned out that Alyssa had
been interested in hypnosis ever since watching “The Jungle Book” in grade
school. “Something about Kaa, those
swirly snake eyes, it pushed all my buttons before I even knew what that meant. I’ve been finding people to hypnotize me ever
since!”
Sam couldn’t believe his luck,
running into a beautiful girl who got off on hypnosis and was willing to let
him practice on her. He’d asked her if
she wanted to meet up the following weekend and she’d enthusiastically agreed,
and now here he was at her doorstep. His
knock at the door was answered by a cacophony of barking.
“Sam! Hi!
Don’t mind the dogs, they love to say hello to people.” She ushered him through the front door into
the presence of two twitching and excited border collies. “This is Mollie,” she said, pointing to the
smaller, slightly fox-faced dog, “and this is Tippie.” The larger dog barked once when she heard her
name, and stared adoringly at Alyssa.
“They really belong to my parents, but I’m dog-sitting while they are
out of town. Come all the way in, they
wouldn’t hurt a fly.” She led Sam
through the kitchen and into the living room, pausing to retrieve a small gadget
from off the counter. “We’ve just been
working on a little obedience training while we waited for you.”
“Do they need training? They seem
so well behaved.” Both dogs were sitting
intently at Alyssa’s feet, obviously waiting for something.
“Oh yes, I keep working with them
so they won’t forget their lessons. My
folks kind of let them do whatever they want, which includes things like
jumping on people and barking at nothing, so I help train them pretty much weekly.
Today we are really concentrating on being calm around strangers.”
“How does the gadget fit into all
of this?”
“Oh, this?” she said, holding it
up. “This is a clicker. Instead of rewarding them with a treat when
they’ve accomplished a task, I click it.
Eventually they learn to associate the “click” with the task itself.”
“So when you click they know to do
the task? Instead of having to be
coached to do it?”
“Exactly!”
“That sounds exactly like you’re
hypnotizing them to respond to a trigger, like snapping your fingers or
something.”
“You know, it does, I hadn’t really
thought of that. But you’ve reminded me
of why you’re really here,” she said with a smile. “I’ll just let these two out
to play in the yard and be right back.
Help yourself to something to drink if you want.” She opened the slider door to the yard. “Come on doggles! Time to scare bunnies out
of the garden!” The two dogs ran for the
door, sliding on the hardwood floor and careening outside. “There,” Alyssa said as she closed the door,
“Now we can work without feeling like we’re being stared at. Let’s go sit.”
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“All right, Alyssa,” Sam said after she had made herself
comfortable on the couch in the living room, “We’ll do this just like we talked
about at the coffee shop. Go ahead and
close your eyes if you want to, and just relax and listen to my voice.” He talked her through a brief relaxation
exercise and was pleased to see her breathing start to slow and deepen almost
immediately. “Now, Alyssa, I know you’ve
done this before, I know you know how it feels to slow down and relax. I know you know how it feels to let the world
become still around you and inside you while you relax and listen to my voice.
“I know you know that the deeper you go the better you feel,
and the better you feel the deeper you go.
Just repeat that for me now while you concentrate on your breathing.”
Alyssa took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. “The deeper I go the better I feel.” She took another deep breath in the same
way. “The better I feel the deeper I
go.” Sam let her repeat herself for
several repetitions, then began to speak again.
“As you keep breathing and repeating, Alyssa, I want you to
imagine you are in a hallway. At the end
of the hallway is a door. As you keep
breathing and repeating, I’d like you to walk to that door, open it, and walk
through. When you’ve walked through the
door, leave the words “the deeper I go the better I feel and the better I feel
the deeper I go’ behind you and shut the door.”
He eagerly watched as her quiet chanting slowed, then stopped. “Very good Alyssa. Have you shut the door behind you?”
“Yes,” she said distinctly.
“That’s interesting,” thought Sam, breathing deeply, “I
always have trouble speaking clearly when I am hypnotized.” He watched Alyssa breath for a little while
longer, enjoying how the synchronicity of breathing with her made him feel.
“Alyssa, there is another doorway at the end of the
hall. Can you see it?”
“Yes. I can see it.”
“I’d like you to walk through that doorway as well, and tell
me when you’ve gone through and shut it behind you.” He thought about how being hypnotized always
made him feel a little warm, like he’d been basking in the sun, as he waited
for her to speak.
“Okay, I’m through it.” She said.
“Good girl.” Sam
started to continue, but suddenly all his carefully planned words were gone.
“Good girl,” he repeated, stalling for time.
“Good girl,” he said for the third time, and had to close his
eyes as a wave of disorientation hit him.
“Why would I want to be a good girl when I can be a bad
girl?” asked Alyssa. “Open your eyes
Sam, and look at me.” Sam struggled to
open his eyes. Alyssa was sitting up and
looking at him, all the while breathing slowly and deeply.
“Yes, Sam, I am still hypnotized. This is one of my fantasies, having us both
be hypnotized together. Do you remember
at the student union, when we talked about our fantasies?”
(“wouldn’t that be amazing?” she had said, looking deeply
into his eyes. “both of us going down together?” he had agreed and looked into her eyes, and
been unable to look away.)
“Yes,” he said. He
could feel himself slipping deeper as he thought about the conversation. She had said something about being deep and
being triggered and
Click
“That’s very good Sam, remembering us talking together about
being hypnotized makes you feel more and more hypnotized right now. And as you go deeper I go deeper.” Alyssa shivered with arousal.
“Sam, do you remember at the student union, when we counted
each other down?”
(“no one will even notice,” she had said. “I’ll start. ten.” and they had continued to
count down, alternating numbers, until Sam had started to feel distinctly
woozy.)
“Yes,” he said, remembering more. She had used the clicker then, hadn’t she? He
began counting down.
Click
“I bet you’re counting down right now, remembering it. I am counting down too.” Alyssa moaned a
little as Sam carefully started counting from ten to one, mouthing the words
silently.
“Sam, do you remember at the student union, I said I would
help you fulfill your fantasy?”
(“it’ll be so great.” She had said. “you’ll hypnotize me and I’ll go deep, and
you’ll fall with me. fall so so deep
without even knowing it. you’ll call me
a good girl when you are ready to have your fantasy fulfilled.”)
“Yes,” he said. His cock twitched as he remembered and heard
Click
“Very good Sam, you’re doing so well. You’re making me wet
right now, you’re turning me on so much, and the more turned on I am the more
turned on you’ll be.” She unzipped her
jeans and slid her hand down into her wetness.
“Sam, do you remember at the student union telling me how to
get you to cum?”
(after they had finished counting, they had imagined the kink
that they each wanted to explore, and when she heard Sam’s, Alyssa had said
“mmm, I love that idea, I’m getting turned on already, and as I get more turned
on you get more turned on.”)
“Yes,” he said, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He could hardly wait for the next
Click
“Oh my god Sam, this is so hot, I’m getting so close to
cumming, I’m getting so fucking close!”
She fingered her clit rapidly, gasping for breath.
“Do you remember…ooohhhh…Sam, do you remember, at the student
union, agreeing to let me give you an orgasm trigger for when we played
together?”
(she had been very stern as she told him that he would only
cum when she told him he could. he
hadn’t minded.)
“Yes,” he said, his breathing gasping and ragged, but still
in time with her. They both gasped
together as they heard
Click
“In just a moment, Sam, oh god, in just a moment Sam we’re
going to cum together, we’re going to cum together, all you have to do is
remember what you told me your fantasy was.” She arched her back and continued
to moan as she fingered herself.
“Sam, Sam, Sam do you remember telling me what your fantasy
was? Do you remember?”
(you’ll scream them for me, Sam, three little words and when
you do you’ll cum and when you cum I’ll cum”
“Yes,” he said, feeling his need grow as he listened to her
writhe in front of him.
“Do it now Sam, now Sam so we can cum!” she ordered him and
Click
“Bait…” he gasped…
“and”
“switch!”
Click
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