Do you trust me?

“do you trust me, Dan?”

you look at Jase — Jason, your boyfriend — curious where this question is going; he’s standing in the living room doorway, looking back at you. “yeah,” you say, “of course. why?”

he shifts on his feet, a little awkwardly. it’s cute. “there’s. um. something I’ve been wanting to try. if you’re up for it. like, sexually.”

you raise an eyebrow. “oh? do tell.”

“okay,” he says, “well, first off, it might sound kind of silly, so you have to promise not to laugh.”

“I promise,” you say, your curiosity piqued.

“second of all,” he continues, “it could be a little intense, so I want to be clear in advance that it’s just something I’m curious about, but if you’re not interested, or not comfortable with it, that’ll be the end of it. no pressure at all.”

“okay…” you say; now you’re more confused than anything. “what is it?”

he takes a deep breath. “I’d like to try hypnotizing you.”

you blink. “what?”

“well,” he says, “like. I’ve been looking at these videos online and some of them are obviously staged fantasies, or clearly fake, or whatever, but some of them seem pretty real. I’ve been doing some research, and.” he shifts again. “well, like. we know you’re kind of a sub, but also you told me you’re not always as comfortable, like, relaxing, submitting, going with the flow…whatever…as you’d like to be.”

this is true, although hypnosis isn’t the solution you were expecting.

“and so I thought, you know…” he half-shrugs. “maybe this could be a way to get you past some of that. plus it’s.” he’s blushing now, and finishes in a mumble. “really hot.”

you have questions — but, also, you’re intrigued.

“anyway,” he says in a rush, “if you’re interested maybe we can try it. and if you’re not, this is the last you’ll hear of it.” he looks at you like he’s bracing himself.

“okay,” you say, slowly, “well. I am interested. or intrigued. I have questions — a lot of questions — but. yeah, I think I could be into that.” you smile. “not that you can’t already have your way with me, but this is different. it’s kind of hot. I trust you. it might be nice to really give up control sometimes.”

he smiles. “ahh, I’m so glad you think so.”

“but,” you say, holding up a hand. “I’m going to want to set some boundaries first — not because I don’t trust you, but because I’ve read enough stories about mind stuff going wrong. I don’t think either of us would want you to accidentally fuck something up.”

“a hundred percent agree,” he says, nodding vigorously. “I’d only want to do it if we’re both totally sure it’s safe, and also I think we’d have to, like, agree on everything in advance, or at least on broad parameters. the goal is supposed to be you giving up control, not me taking control.” he looks at you then. “I mean — unless you’d be into that. but no pressure. we could even set up a camera or something, if you want, so you can make sure I don’t go too far.”

you interrupt this train of thought by standing up from the sofa, walking over, and kissing him. also you grab his dick through the sweatpants he’s wearing; he’s half-hard already, which both makes your own dick twitch and makes you want to roll your eyes.

“okay,” he says, when you finally break the kiss. “okay.” your hand is still on his cock, stroking it a little through the fabric.

“I trust you,” you say. “we can set some ground rules in advance, like you suggested — once we’re sure it’ll be both doable and safe.”

“yes,” he says.

“in the meantime, though…?” you drop to your knees and look up at him, asking a question you very much already know the answer to.

“yes, please.”

* * *

over the next few days he sends you some of the links he’s been looking at, and you do some of your own research and send more back to him. the first question — and knowing yourself it is very much a question — is whether he’ll be able to hypnotize you at all. you’re kind of…what’s the word…stiff. you can be flexible if necessary, you’re just…bad at relaxing.

“maybe if you, like, practice with some induction videos?” he suggests. “we can vet them in advance and make sure there’s nothing, like, untoward hiding in them, or anything like that.”

you consider this. “yeah,” you say finally, “okay. yeah, that might help.”

so a few days later, having carefully reviewed a curated selection of videos together, you’ve got some time set aside and you’re ready to lie down — naked, for convenience — on your bed and try to…well, get hypnotized. frankly you’re still kind of skeptical: it sounds hot in theory, but you’re just not quite sure you believe it’s possible in practice. or, if it is possible, you’re not sure it’ll work for you.

“got everything you need?” he asks.

“headphones, laptop, mind, body, comfortable place to lie for fifteen minutes — yup, looks like it!” you answer.

“okay,” he says. “I’ll, um, leave you to it, then, I guess.”

“okay.” you grab your earbuds so you can put them on.

“I love you,” he says. “just let me know when you’re done!”

“love you, too,” you say. he kisses your forehead, then leaves you alone in the bedroom.

you take a deep breath, put in the earbuds, lie back, and press play.

you picked the videos you did for a bunch of reasons, not the least of which was the hypnotists’ voices — so many of them, when you were listening, just grated for you. this one’s not your favorite, but at least he’s pretty neutral. you figured that was probably the place to start, rather than getting distracted by a voice that’s too sexy.

fourteen minutes and twelve seconds later, the video ends; you open your eyes and blink. whoa. that felt… but you’re not actually sure how to put words to it. you were definitely, like, conscious the whole time, but also there was something…

you sit up, rubbing your eyes a little. it definitely didn’t totally work — you were playing along. as soon as you think that, though, you wonder: was I actually?

suddenly you’re not so sure. because there was…something. something that made the end, when he “brought you out of hypnosis” (quote-unquote), feel like you were, actually, waking up from sleep, even if you remember everything (or do you?) that happened in the video.

you look down at your dick, which is half-hard against your thigh, and smile. if nothing else, at least you and Jase are on the same page re hypnosis being hot. even if all you’re doing is playing along at the end of the day, maybe the hypnosis scenario in and of itself will help you relax the way you want to be able to.

but there was that something. you give your dick a few, thoughtful, strokes, then make up your mind: the only way you’re going to find out whether this is really going to work for you is if you keep going. you lie back down, switch to the next tab in your browser, and press play.

the second video doesn’t seem to do anything for you; by the end of it you’re ready to dismiss the sense of something that you got from the first video as a fluke — or a trick of your imagination. the third video is at least relaxing, but by the end of it you think maybe you should give up. then — telling yourself this will be the last one for today — you press play on the fourth video and lie back on the bed, trying to clear your mind.

“listen to my voice, and only my voice…”

then you blink. the voice is gone. you sit up and look at your computer; maybe you somehow bumped the pause button — but no, you didn’t: the video is…over?

“what?” you say aloud. for a second you think maybe you just zoned out — but then at least you’d have some idea what you were thinking about while you weren’t paying attention to the video. aloud again, tentatively, you say, “it…worked?”

holy shit, it worked! 

* * *

the question you and Jase have to answer now is just how far your mind will let you go when you’re under. this is a bit of a process. for starters, at this point you’re watching that fourth video every day, and the first one, too. as you get more used to the induction process you find it easier to go along with the video, and soon even with the first video you’re not just playing along but actually going…well, into a trance.

after the first few days, you and Jase decide he should keep you company while you’re watching, so you get used to going under in front of another person. it’s a little weird at first, but you get over your self-consciousness surprisingly quickly. at your suggestion, he takes a video of you while you’re in the middle of the trance. he pokes you, lifts your arm, shakes you, even, and you don’t respond — and you don’t remember it, either.

“well, shit,” he says as you watch the video, your mouth open in something like awe. “honestly, I really wasn’t sure it would work on you.”

“neither was I,” you say. “but I’m glad it does.” he grins and kisses you on the cheek.

“thanks for humoring me,” he says.

“if all your ideas turned out like this…” you say, and he laughs.

the next stage of the experiment is to test whether you’ll actually go along with commands — or “suggestions” — under hypnosis. this involves vetting another set of videos, mostly by the guys who made the two that worked best for you. at this point, as Jase puts it, you’re “basically a professional hypnotizee”, so you determine pretty quickly that you’ll take commands from the videos and — when you try a more open-ended video — from Jase, who takes a video of you wandering blithely around your bedroom naked while you’re in a trance (you actually remember doing this, although you can’t exactly remember why you thought it was a good idea, and for some reason you thought you had clothes on). you also find that you’ll respond to hypnotic triggers even when you’re awake, as you learn to your mild dismay when Jase keeps snapping his fingers and saying “bark” — at which you bark in your best imitation of your childhood best friend’s enthusiastic golden retriever.

“oh, man,” he says, laughing, after he’s made you do it for the seventh time, “I am never going to get tired of this.”

“please,” you say, rolling your eyes, “my people are starving and our fields lie fallow — it’s not that I object but can you just…let me take a break?”

he snaps one last time and says, “bark!” you try to stop yourself, but you know by this point that it’s useless, so you bark, rolling your eyes as you do. “sorry,” he says. “it’s just so cute!” he switches to the voice he uses when he’s talking to his parents’ cat: “such a good boy!”

“well, when you put it that way,” you say, wiggling your ass a little to express your pleasure at the compliment.

“aww,” he says, “wishing you had a tail, huh.”

“just trying to get into the spirit of things,” you say.

“you know,” he says thoughtfully, “I hear one thing hypnosis is supposedly good for is letting you experience really vivid fantasies…”

“well,” you say, “once we find out if you can hypnotize me, maybe we can experiment — but we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves. still,” you add, thoughtfully, “even if you can’t do it yourself, at least we know there are still ways for us to have some fun with this.” he raises his hand as if he’s going to snap again so you quickly add, “that don’t involve me barking.”

“aww.” he pouts for a second, then laughs. “true, though.”

* * *

finally you decide you’re (both) ready for him to try. you’ve been prepping for almost two weeks now; he’s been doing his own practice, too, writing scripts and reading up on induction techniques. the two of you decide the best way to do it is probably going to be to follow the example of the induction videos you were using and use a spiral video, since you already know that will work. you arrange yourself comfortably on the bed, head propped up slightly on a pillow so you can watch the video you’ve set up on your laptop. you’ve already watched the video you think of as the “miracle” induction video, to help get yourself in the right headspace — but you’re still a little nervous. you really want this to work.

“ready?” he asks.

you take a deep breath, exhale, inhale again, and say, “ready.”

“then press play.”

you’ve agreed to start simple: assuming he can put you under at all, he’ll have you get up and walk around the room, take a selfie, and then bring you back out. if that works, you’ll try some fancier things.

“focus,” he says, “on the spiral, and listen to my voice.” his voice is unusually calm, soothing — not that it’s ever unpleasant to listen to, but this particular tone is new. you try to put that train of thought aside, though, and focus your attention on the spiral, letting his words wash over you.

some time later — it’s a little unusual that you’re aware of the passage of time at all, but of course this is the first time the two of you have tried this — you drift, blinking in mild surprise, back into full consciousness.

“Jase?” you look over at him. he’s grinning ecstatically.

“check your phone!” he says. sure enough, when you open your camera roll there’s a new picture — a dick pic. you roll your eyes. “hey, it’s technically a selfie!” he says. “your hypnotized photography skills need a little work, though, I think.”

you laugh, because he’s right. the angle’s not great, and the focus is a little wrong for some reason. but it is, undeniably, a selfie, technically, and the timestamp is ten minutes ago — which is to say, twenty minutes after you started.

“well,” you say, “I guess that was what I’d call a total success.”

“it sure was,” he says.

“wow.” you look at him; he’s still grinning — you grin back. “you really did it.”

“I really fucking did it!”

“so,” you say. “what’s, uh, next?”

“first,” he says, “I think we should try again — this time I want to try to bring you back into, like, semi-consciousness, so you’ll be aware of what’s going on and remember it afterwards but I’ll still be the one in control. I don’t know for sure if I’ll be able to manage it, but we know you can get into that headspace, and I think — correct me if I’m wrong! — that’s kind of our target, in terms of helping you relax and give up control but still, like, get active enjoyment out of things. does that…sound right to you?”

you consider this for a moment, then nod. “yeah, I think that sounds about right. also” — you look pointedly down at your dick, which is twitching and getting hard again — “it sounds hot, and…” you look back at him. “…nice? to just…be mindless for a bit. for you.”

“fuck, yes.”

“okay, then.” you burst into a grin again. “thank you for suggesting this.”

“oh, you are so welcome,” he says. “thank you for being on board to try it.”

you stare at each other, grinning, for a second, and then he leans down and kisses you.

“mm.” you reach up and rest your hand on the back of his neck; his hand reaches down to stroke your dick, just for a moment. then he pulls away.

“I shouldn’t get you too worked up,” he says, “if we’re going to try stage two.”

you sigh. “fine.”

you lie back on the bed again, close your eyes, and take a deep breath.

“you ready?” he asks.

trying to contain your excitement, you nod, open your eyes again, and say, “ready.”

“then hit play and let’s get this show on the road.”

unfortunately, it turns out that “stage two” isn’t quite as easy as stage one. on your first few tries, he ends up accidentally waking you up outright; finally, on the fourth try, he succeeds — once. the fifth goes the same way the first three did, and by this time you’re both getting very hungry, so you decide to put more practice on hold and try again tomorrow.

he does, however, succeed in one thing, as you discover after the last try when, grinning, he snaps his fingers and says, “bark!”

you brace yourself, but there’s no urge to do it. “what?”

“before I tried bringing you back up a bit I figured I could at least get rid of that,” he says, sounding very pleased with himself. then he — somewhat comically — abruptly covers his mouth, looking mildly stricken. “oh, no, fuck, unless you liked having it that way? sorry, I should have asked.”

you shake your head, “no, this is fine! but…do ask next time, yeah?”

“I promise,” he says. “sorry, I didn’t think. I swear I won’t do anything else like that without running it by you first.”

“I do appeciate the thought, though,” you say. “next time I’ve got a posthypnotic trigger I want it to be one you put there.”

“well, fuck,” he says, adjusting himself conspicuously. “you can’t just say things like that!”

“mm, you like that thought, huh?” you say, smirking a bit. “like the idea of being able to take control whenever you want?”

“mm, fuck, yeah,” he says. “be careful, though — if you’re going to be like that I’m going to have to make you come over here and get on your knees.”

you’re only too happy to oblige.

* * *

you’re too busy to get in a sustained practice session for a few days after that, although he does practice putting you under every night before you go to bed. that much he has no trouble with. when you’ve finally got some time to invest, you find that the extra few days seem to have made a big difference because, after one false start, you don’t have any trouble at all.

after three times where he just walks you around the room, you say, “want to try, um…something sexual?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, grinning. “where should we start?”

“let’s start simple,” you say. “something I’d happily do anyway, just to test it, yeah?”

“works for me,” he says. “can I face-fuck you? either on your knees or hanging off the bed.”

“sure, yeah,” you say, “that works.”

“okay,” he says. “then lie back down and let’s give this a try.”

going under is easy at this point, and coming back into the semi-conscious trance state is starting to be familiar, too (not that you feel it like that at the time, though).

“Dan, can you hear me?”

“yes.”

“open your eyes.”

your eyes open. it’s hard to explain exactly what it feels like: the word comes out of your mouth, your body reacts, but you have nothing to do with how these things happen. it’s not even that you feel disconnected from your body or your actions — there’s just no you there at all, while it’s happening, unless he puts you into yourself. that doesn’t quite sound right, but it’s the only way you can think of to explain it. otherwise, only afterwards do you really register what happened, register yourself as a self.

“raise your left arm into the air.”

your left arm rises.

“let it drop.”

your arm falls, unceremoniously, onto your chest.

“sit up.”

you — it’s easier to think of it like this, even if you have no agency or consciousness about what’s going on — do, your face blank, your breathing calm, neutral.

“stand up.”

you swing yourself off the bed (even in this trance state you have, somehow, enough sense to understand that he means stand up on the floor and not stand up on the bed) and stand there, naked, blank.

“good boy,” he says. “you like it when I tell you you’re a good boy, don’t you?”

your body nods.

“now,” he says, “get on your knees.”

you settle yourself on the floor next to the bed, staring straight ahead at the wall.

“look at me.”

your head turns, tilts up to look at his face. he smiles. you do nothing. he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his fly, sliding sliding his pants down slightly so he can take out his cock. when you’re conscious, you think he has a pretty nice cock, uncut, flared head, not too thick but not too thin, either, average length. in this state, you don’t think anything, just watch — or, rather, just look at him, because watching implies some active intention, and you have none.

“come here,” he says. “stay on your knees.”

your body shuffles over to him, stopping just in front of him, your head at eye level with his cock, although your face is still aimed upward at his.

“suck my cock,” he says, and, just like that, your body dutifully takes him in its mouth and gets to work. afterwards you’ll register that you do get hard while this is happening, but it’s a purely physiological reaction; in this state, right now, it means nothing to you.

“oh, fuck, yeah,” he says; your body keeps working, uninterested in this, since it’s neither a command nor a question.

“hold it there.”

you freeze, his dick halfway into your mouth, a drop of spit rolling down your chin from the corner of your mouth. under normal circumstances you don’t slobber like this, but…

“perfect. now…” he puts his hand on the back of your head, then stops. “pat my leg twice when you need to breathe, okay? pat my leg once right now if you understand.”

your body does so, your left hand patting his right thigh once.

“great.” he pauses for a moment — later you’ll realize he was still half-waiting for a further response — then says, to himself, “oh, right. okay, then.”

without further ado, he starts to fuck your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat first, then, as he tugs on your hair, moving you into a better position, sliding in further, down your throat. he holds your head down for a second, then realizes it’s unncessary and lets you go; your body dutifully stays right where he left it.

“fuck, yeah,” he says, “swallow that cock,” and so your throat starts working around him, trying as best it can to do just that. “oh, fuck! your throat feels amazing, holy shit!”

your body does nothing, says nothing (not that it could, with its mouth full of cock), just keeps working until finally it needs to breathe, at which point your left hand pats his thigh twice again and he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving your body panting as it tries to catch its breath.

“look up at me.”

your head turns, and he rests his cock on your cheek, warm and wet from your mouth and throat. he grins down at you; you gaze placidly back at him.

“you liked that, huh,” he says.

“yes.”

“call me sir,” he says.

“yes, sir.”

“that’s more like it,” he says. “good boy. say thank you when you get a compliment.”

“thank you, sir.”

“oh, good boy,” he says, reaching out to ruffle your hair.

“thank you, sir.”

he laughs.

“are you ready to go again, boy?”

“yes, sir.”

“then open wide.”

your mouth opens and he slides his cock back in, fucking in and out, his hand once again on the back of your head, less to hold you down — since that’s unnecessary in the state you’re in — and more, you’ll think later, just for the feel of it. soon he’s once again pushing down your throat, and your body swallows, or tries to, again and again.

“oh, fuck, I’m going to cum,” he says abruptly, sounding surprised at himself. “oh, fuck, I’m sorry—” before he can pull out his cock throbs in your mouth and your body swallows obediently, without tasting it. “oh, fuck, yeah, take my load, boy, fuck.”

you do your best, although at this point your body decides it needs to breathe and so pats his leg twice. he pulls out, his cock dripping a mix of cum and spit.

“oh, fuck,” he says. “shit, I’m sorry, I should have asked your permission for that, fuck.”

you say nothing, just stare placidly ahead at his dick, still twitching slightly. a drop of cum gathers at the tip.

“oh,” he says, remembering. “right. uh…right, okay.” his voice changes, drops a little, becomes calming. “listen to my voice, hear only my words. can you hear me?”

“yes, sir,” your mouth says.

“very good. I’m going to count backwards now from ten down to one, and as I count, your mind and your will are going to come back, slowly. when I reach one, this trance is going to end and you’re going to wake up, and you’ll remember everything that just happened perfectly. do you understand?”

“yes, sir.”

“when you wake up you don’t need to call me sir, unless you want to.”

your body doesn’t respond, because it wasn’t a question or a command.

“alright. ten. nine. eight. seven. six.” he pauses at six. “can you feel yourself stirring? your mind is coming back, slowly.” you nod, because you can feel something, a presence where there was an absence, albeit an absence you never registered as absence. it’s hard to explain; like you’d forgotten your name and now remember it. “good. five. four. three. two. one.”

you blink. your throat feels… you open and close your jaw a few times, rubbing it with your hand. then you blink again and look up at him; he’s looking back at you, concerned. “whoa.”

“you can say that again,” he says, apologetically. “I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to cum like that. it all happened so fast…”

“it’s okay,” you say, waving it away. you’re rock hard and now that you’ve got your mind back you are really feeling it. “fuck, that was hot.”

“it sure fucking was,” he says. “holy shit!”

“I want…” you say, then trail off. what do you want? god, what don’t you want? you want him to do everything, anything, to you. where to start, though? you settle for: “I want to do that again. and I want…I want you to do other things, too. face-fuck me off the bed. fuck me. I want to feel like that again, mindless, for you.”

“yes, please,” he says eagerly. “although.” he looks down at himself sheepishly. “I’m not sure I’m going to be up for anything more right away.”

“that’s okay,” you say. “anyway, there’s something else to take care of first.” you look pointedly down at your dick, which throbs slightly.

“hmm, that’s true,” he says. “better get you on the bed so I can help you deal with that, then.”

“yes, sir!” you say.

“I have so many ideas,” he says as you arrange yourself on the bed, closing the laptop and pushing it out of the way; he climbs up next to you, on his hands and knees, then positions himself straddling your legs. “especially,” he adds, looking up at you and grinning, “if posthypnotic triggers are on the menu.”

“oh, hell, yeah,” you say, “they definitely are.”

“such a good boy,” he says. “what did I do to deserve you?”

“you’re lucky,” you say, “and don’t you forget it.”

“oh, I won’t,” he says, then he takes you in his mouth and neither of you says anything for a while.