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For the next few nights, my senses are on high alert. Where are you? Who are you? Then it happens again. I spring to the door of my office and just catch a glimpse of your white coat as you round the corner. Aha, you’re from the lab. I take the stairs down, not really knowing where to go. I get to the R&D floor. As I open the door, out of breath, I catch the faint scent of you, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from.
“Good slave. I want you to remember this feeling of control always. Remember I control these feelings and I can give them or deny them as I see fit. From now on, I and I alone control your sex.” “Yes, my Lady.” “Good.” She said.
Hypnosis, in the genre we find ourselves, is not about forcing anyone to do anything against their will but we tend to push that limit now don’t we? We use techniques to help the subject reach a state of awareness where you may change your perception, your emotional state or get closer to whatever goal you have chosen to reach. All of this should be discussed beforehand with your hypnotist.
“I’ll do anything,” he whispered in a deep, soft voice. “Anything, absolutely anything you want …” A faint look of surprise spread across his face, as he realized what he was saying.
He was so overwhelmed by the sensations, by Bridget’s words and naked beauty and raw animal sexual scent, that it didn’t seem to be really happening to him. His body was on auto-pilot, acting and responding without his direction. Falling now into the embrace of her arms and legs, so that to sight and sound and smell was added the enveloping sensation of touch, of her soft, smooth, warmth surrounding him.
