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Seduction on St. Paddy’s Day

By Hypnofur

Winter in the Northeast is always a bitch. March 17th, despite the fact that it is so very close to spring, is still in the winter. So when there was a Nor’Easter (massive sea storm) on St. Patrick’s day, no one should have been surprised. Everyone was, of course, but they shouldn’t have been. All were certainly very disappointed.

Kelsea Stevens was definitely disappointed. She loved St. Patrick’s day. It had become the one day each year that she and her husband Cal went back to the Chelsea neighborhood of NYC where they first met and lived for a while about ten years ago. Back when she was known as “Kelsea from Chelsea”. Back before she was a mom, back when she was still working in advertising. Back when she was sexy and fun all the time, not just on special occasions like St. Patrick’s day.

But the storm ruined that. The snow didn’t care that she had been looking forward to this for the last three months. The snow didn’t care that she spent hours searching for a cool, but festive St. Paddy’s day top to wear. The snow didn’t care that she wore her best jeans to show she still had a great ass. The snow didn’t care that that she wore her white fox fur jacket that Cal got her for Christmas, so that anyone that they ran into from the old days would know that Kelsea from Chelsea was still looking super stylish and sexy even though she was really now “Kelsea from Connecticut”. The snow also didn’t care that it shut down the Amtrak line.

As the couple sat on the train, realizing that the trip to the city wasn’t going to happen, Kelsea focused most of her energy on not crying. She had spent so long on her make up, she couldn’t let that go to waste too. As usual, Cal stepped in with a plan. The train was going to let everyone off in Stamford. Everyone being the few people that were on the train at least. He instantly hopped on his phone and got a hotel in Stamford. After all, they had arranged for an overnight babysitter. Besides, they couldn’t get back to their house at this point, even if they tried. He knew Kelsea was disappointed, and he was trying to salvage the evening. Not only because he loved her and cared about her feelings, but also because she looked so smoking hot that he couldn’t wait to fuck her. However, he knew he still needed a little bit of romance, despite their eight years of marriage. So, he found a local Stamford Irish Pub and called to ensure it was open.

His find did help cheer up his wife a little bit. It wasn’t Chelsea with all their old friends, but it would have to do. Hopefully, they’d at least have green beer!

They were able to get an Uber, and O’Malley’s was indeed still opening, despite the rough conditions. It was on the same block as the hotel, which made things a bit easier. They checked into the hotel, put their luggage in the room, and headed to the Irish Pub. The couple was understandably disappointed about the small crowd in the pub. Cal figured the owner was as displeased as they were. The place was all decked out in St. Patrick’s Day decorations. Clearly, the storm had kept what would have been quite a crowd at bay.

So instead of hoards of drunken partiers, the pub was filled with four people. Two of whom had the last name Stevens. The other was the bartender, and the last was a well dressed, slightly older gentleman at the bar. His name was Rory O’Roarke. Actually, his name was Paul Fitzgerald, but each year on St. Patrick’s day, when he came to America, he called himself Rory O’Roarke.

On the 364 days of the year that were not St. Patrick’s day, when Rory was Paul, he was head of one of the top accounting firms in Dublin. Well established and well respected, no one knew of Paul’s secret hypno fetish life. Fascinated by all things hypnosis since he was young, Paul had become an expert in covert hypnosis. In 2004, he saw a movie called Love Actually. In it, a young man from Britain came to America, and the ladies swooned over his accent. The next year, Paul took a trip to the US at St. Patrick’s day. He found he was immensely popular. All of the Yanks were itching to talk to a real, delightfully charming and witty Irishman on St. Patrick’s day!

Kelsea and Cal were no different frankly. The place was dead. The sound of the wind outside, made it seem cold and quiet inside. They hadn’t taken their coats off or even fully decided to stay for a drink when Rory came over to them with a Guinness in each hand.

Flashing a million watt smile, he introduced himself. His Irish brogue immediately noticeable. With the grace of a magician, he somehow was able to use Cal’s gentlemanly gesture of standing up to shake hands as an opening to skootch in between the two couple in the circular red velvet booth they were sitting in. Now Cal was on his left, and Kelsea on his right. Both of them were grateful for the distraction and conversation. And what a conversationalist Rory was. He was not only witty, but as smooth as the Guinness they were all enjoying.

The couple didn’t notice the affirmative suggestions he was burying into his conversation. Comments like, “A nice drink like this always relaxes me. Perhaps you can feel yourself begin to relax and unwind now?”

He subtly steered the conversation more and more towards the subject of relaxation. The couple was so transfixed on his brogue, his charisma, and his words that they didn’t even pay too much attention to the fact that he kept tapping Kelsea’s outstretched left wrist and Cal’s right shoulder. His pattern and cadence so purposeful and practiced.

Soon neither Cal nor Kelsea were adding anything to the conversation, it was just Rory speaking. All of their focus was on him, as he had subtly suggested it would be. Kelsea’s beautiful eyes completely focused on the charming Irish man who had her so relaxed and happy. All of her focus on him as he weaved his words into her unsuspecting mind.

Rory glanced over to the bartender. The music in the bar was loud enough that the Irishman was certain the bartender could not hear him from the distance he was at. Not to mention, the man had started hitting the whiskey himself, probably quite depressed over the financial hit he was taking from this storm ruining one of the bar’s biggest nights of the year.

Confident that he wasn’t going to be interrupted, Rory pressed on with his covert induction. “You find relaxation an interesting thing because as you relax that relaxation is a natural part of the way you think and behave. Everyone knows how to relax physically. It’s interesting that people don’t often think about how they relax mentally because when you relax physically you also find yourself relaxing mentally.

However, the opposite is also true. When you relax mentally, you may find your body relaxing more and more, even without thinking about it. Just because you think about relaxation means you can relax more and more. As you enjoy this relaxation, you continue to relax even more deeply because you really enjoy relaxing.

Because you are so relaxed, you are enjoying this natural phenomenon and as a result, you relax even more deeply with every word I utter and every breath you take. Each word I speak relaxes you deeper and deeper. Each word takes you deeper and deeper. And you may begin to realize that I have hypnotized you, but that’s quite alright. That’s quite alright because it feels so good. It feels so good to go deeper and deeper for me. It feels so good to go deeper with each word that I speak. Each word I speak relaxing you deeper and deeper and deeper. Each word I speak bringing you deeper and deeper into hypnosis, but it feels so good. Feels so good in every way to be deep in hypnosis for me. Feels so good to relax deeper and go deeper into hypnosis for me. Deeper and deeper.” Rory said. He could tell by experience, and their glazed stares, that he had them.

“That’s right, deeper and deeper into hypnosis for Rory, it feels so good. So very good. It feels better than anything you have ever experienced before to relax so deeply and surrender so completely to hypnosis for me. You are both warm and safe and relaxed. So safe and relaxed with me as you sink deeper and deeper into hypnosis for me. Deeper and deeper for Rory. Feeling so good for Rory. No one makes you feel as good as Rory does. Being hypnotized feels so wonderful as you relax so much more deeply with each word I speak. My smooth, Irish tones are so nice to listen too. So nice to listen to Rory. So nice to be deeply hypnotized by Rory. You want to go deeper and deeper as you open up completely to Rory.

Your mind is so open to me right now. So open, that everything I tell you becomes true. So completely natural to believe anything I tell you and to do anything I suggest. Anything I suggest will be so completely natural to respond to and obey. Responding to and obeying my suggestions will bring you deeper and deeper into hypnosis for me, which feels so incredibly good. In fact, anytime you hear me say ‘Irish Eyes Are Smiling” you will immediately drop right back into this deep trance for me. In fact, each time you hear me say that, you will actually drop 100 times deeper.” Rory instructed.

He was rock hard as he realized how deep he had them under his power. It was time to play. Though first he wanted to find out a little bit more about them. He told them they would answer his questions with complete honesty.

“Kelsea, you are so very beautiful, you know that don’t you?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I don’t feel beautiful anymore though” she answered.

Rory didn’t want to get into some pity party. “But you look quite beautiful tonight, you know that.”

“yes, I put a lot into it tonight” she answered.

“You wanted to look beautiful and sexy. Have you felt sexy tonight?” Rory asked.

“When the bartender kept checking out my ass I felt sexy. And when you kept giving us so much attention I felt sexy. I knew you found me attractive.” She answered with complete honesty.

“Yes, I find you very sexy Kelsea, and that makes you feel even sexier, doesn’t it?” Rory said to her.

“yes” she said, her breath quickening.

“Yes, and being deep in hypnosis for me is so intimate, isn’t it Kelsea. Such a deep, relaxing, intimate connection between you and Rory. It feels so nice, so intimate, so sexy to be deep in hypnosis for me. Doesn’t it Kelsea?”

“Yes” Kelsea said, more exuberantly

At this point something was screaming in Cal’s mind. He was so completely relaxed that it was hard to move, but this wasn’t right. The conversation was getting not right. He felt so good, so relaxed, but he was starting to realize that this was not entirely safe.

He started to stir a bit. That caught Rory’s attention. The Irish hypnotist had all but forgotten about the husband to his left. All of the attention had been on Kelsea. He turned to Cal and said, “Cal, I was polite enough to bring you a drink. Go and get me a shot of the finest whiskey they have here.”

Cal felt his body immediately start to leave the booth and head to the bar. It was like he was on autopilot. It was such a weird, but still relaxing situation. By the time he came back with Rory’s whiskey, Kelsea had finally taken off her coat and was walking to the center of the dance floor, waking right past him without as much as an acknowledgement. Instead, she turned and stared right into Rory’s eyes as she began to dance.

Bringing Rory his drink, Cal watched as his wife started dancing so sexually for Rory. He hadn’t seen her dance like that since they were dating. He knew she could dance like that, and he knew that look in her eyes. It was the one that she had used to ensnare him in the bar in Chelsea about a decade ago. Now she was giving those eyes to this Irish guy? Cal noticed the bartender just staring at Kelsea’s ass as she slowly and rhythmically gyrated it to the music. This was all too much.

“Wait!” Cal forced out as he put the whiskey down on the table. He had not sat back down in the booth. This was too much for him. The realization of what was going on was shaking Cal from his trance.

Rory realized Cal was on the ropes. “Sit down Cal!” he said sharply. Cal’s body still obeyed, even though his mind was fighting. The hypnotist downed his whiskey and then tapped Cal on the shoulder again, before yanking on the back of his neck, and whispering hypnotic patter as he did so. The forceful reinduction stunned the husband, which was enough for Rory to get him back under. “Deeply hypnotized Cal, there is nothing to worry about from Rory. You have bigger problems though Cal. You have very big problems. There is a Leprechaun running around this bar. He wants to steal all of your gold Cal. These days gold is credit and assets. He wants to steal your wealth. If you can’t catch him Cal, he will steal everything from you! Go Cal! Go catch that Leprechaun!” Rory said.

Cal immediately darted up from the booth, his eyes now as wide as saucers. Desperately searching for that little Leprachaun, he started darting all around the bar. Looking underneath tables and chairs. The bartender noticed this too.

Meanwhile, Kelsea kept dancing for Lord Rory, she felt so relaxed, so sexy, and so submissive. She wanted desperately to turn him on. She could see from the look in his eyes as he downed the rest of his whiskey that it was working.

Rory was getting very drunk. He was the rare Irishman that couldn’t hold his liquor. He never drink back home in Dublin. It was only when he came to America each year that he partook. The Guiness was really enough to lower his inhibitions, nevermind the whiskey. He was not only drunk on the alcohol, but on his own power. Here, he had this incredibly sexy, mid 30’s milf dancing for him, and he had the foolish husband chasing an imaginary leprechaun like a goddamned fool. It was perfect. Well, almost perfect. The bartender was getting a little weirded out by all of this. Especially when Cal frantically jumped behind the bar, searching for the tiny thief who wanted his gold.

Gold! That’s what leprechauns wanted! Cal realized the little bastard was probably hiding in the cash register. He tried desperately to open it. This commotion was actually enough to cause the now drunken Rory barely to take his eyes Kelsea. He started laughing hysterically. It was enough to get the bartender to take his eyes off Kelsea too. He did not laugh. In fact, he grabbed his baseball bat. This was going to escalate out of control quickly.

“Run to the hotel Cal!!!” Rory shouted, impressed with his quick direction in his inebriated state. This was all going to hell. Kelsea never stopped dancing sexy. Rory grabbed her fur jacket and his coat and pulled her out of the bar as the bartender continued to scream at all of them. Luckily, the bartender was pretty hammered himself. He tripped coming out of the bar and was not able to chase the trio out.

Soon, the three were up in the Steven’s room at the Stamford Ramada. The commotion, the change of scenery, and the chase had started to clear their heads. Kelsea and Cal looked at each other. What was happening here?

Rory knew he had to act fast. “Irish Eyes Are Smiling!” he said, holding his breath a bit as he waited to see the couple’s reactions. Much to his delight, they both got dopey, glazed looks in their eyes as they felt the relaxation come on one hundred times stronger than it had in the bar.

Rory breathed a sigh of relief as he sat them down on the bed. He took a minute to compose himself, then started deepening their trances. Soon, they were both completely open and ready. Rory went to the mini bar for another drink.

The alcohol calmed his nerves, invigorated his libido, and made him feel more dominant. He started putting more ideas of submission and his dominance into the American couples’ minds. Now painting himself as “Lord Rory”, he spent over a half an hour molding their subconscious minds to see him as their master. Linking obedience with pleasure. Playing on Kelsea’s need to be desired and feel sexy.

Soon Kelsea was dancing again, as each man watched her. Cal in a deeply relaxed but still aroused state, while Rory was feeling wickedly horny and downright evil. Kelsea’s attention was all on Rory. She saw him as her Lord and Master. Her mind was a swirl of hypnotized pleasure, submission, and desire. At this point, Lord Rory commanded Cal. “Take off your wife’s jeans. Then her panties”. He did this just to prove his own dominance. The relaxed, hypnotized Cal rose to action slowly. "Yes, Lord Rory,” he said in a soft, deferential voice. Kelsea slowed her dance as her husband knelt in front of her and helped her out of her tight jeans. Then he pulled down the little satin panties that were originally meant for his excitement later tonight.

“Lay her on the bed” Lord Rory said as he took off his own pants. Cal complied and then went to stand up against the wall after the Irishman instructed him to do so.

Lord Rory descended upon her, his face directly in front of hers. His eyes boring into her own. “Submit to my influence, Kelsea. Submit to my hypnotic power. Submit to Lord Rory. Submit to hypnosis” he said as he again rhythmically put his cock against her body.

"Yes!” Kelsea responded, no longer caring for anything but the prospect of being ravished by her new Master. With one sharp thrust, the Dublin accountant invaded her with the full length of his cock, and Kelsea cried out in surrender at the explosion of pleasure. The feeling of his cock in her was wonderful. He brought his face down to hers, leaning in as if to kiss her, his alcohol laden breath hot on her face, and slowly slid his dick out, his rock-hard shaft grinding against her achingly swollen G-spot. His hands caressing her blonde hair, as he thrust into her. He brought his lips to meet hers and kissed her deeply, the lustiness of his tongue’s exploration telling her that he was she was now his. His cock driving into her more insistently now, faster, even deeper it seemed. And she could feel herself getting ready to cum. And she loved it - there was no use denying it to herself as the hypnotist was pulling her head back by her blonde hair as he fucked her, running his tongue up and down her neck. Making her feel so owned. The pressure inside building now to unbearable intensity, the edge of orgasm too much to stand. “Oh… my… God!” she stammered. The man was now gripping the slats of the Ramada headboard, using it as leverage to drive himself into her with a force she thought not possible. His body smacking sharply against her pussy lips, the bed groaning under the force of his thrusts. The man wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her to him, her tits pressed against his chest, making her feel his strength as he continued fucking her just as hard. She wrapped her arms around his pale skin, her palms against the hot flesh of his back, feeling his back flexing with his exertions. In a burst of mind-shattering pleasure, Kelsea felt every muscle in her body react in ecstacy. A long, wailing scream shaping the breath that rushed out of her lungs, forming finally into words…“ "OH GOD, I’M CUMMMMMIIIIIIING!!!! I’M YOURS LORD RORY!!!!!!” Once again, Rory was reminded of why he loved his trips to America so much.

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hypnofur1 · 5 months

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The Thanksgiving Problem

By Hypnofur

I laughed when I got the picture from my wife on my phone. I texted back, asking her who took it, as it was a picture of her and her friend Paulina strolling down the street together. It was clear that someone had taken it for them, as it wasn’t a selfie.

My wife Alison texted back that Paulina had some girl on the street take it for her. She said that she liked the pictures she posted to look ‘authentic’, and that meant ‘candid’ shots taken by someone else, not selfie. Had I been with Alison, I would have gone on a rant about how not only did this picture not look authentic, but there was nothing authentic about Paulina at all. I hadn’t been a fan since college, and Alison knew that. However, that rant was a lot to type, so I just let it go, and instead asked Alison if she had forgotten her coat.

She texted back that indeed she did, as she had been in Houston too long, and totally forgot that Chicago would be cold in late November. Paulina let her borrow one of her little fur jackets. Despite that, the two of them still looked so different in this picture. Paulina also had a little fur jacket on, but with leather pants and leather boots. Her hair and make up was done to perfection, and she had a “I’m not even aware my photo is being taken” look on her face that she had clearly practiced many times.

Alison, in contrast, was in jeans and sneakers and looked out of place in a fur jacket. She looked right at the camera and laughed, likely a bit embarrassed about how silly it all was. As had been the case since college, despite all of Paulina’s glam, Alison was just prettier. Her looks were natural. I had pointed out many times that she was the prettier of the two, but she never believed it. She just thought it was the husband in me talking.

What the husband in me was actually doing was killing time “babysitting” the kids. Yes, I know it is not actually babysitting if they kids are your own. But, whatever, there was one of me and two of them and they were energetic as all hell. I was actually at the trampoline park at the time of this exchange.

I was annoyed that Alison had to fly to Chicago on the weekend before Thanksgiving to be with Paulina to help her though her (latest) divorce. With that said, the original ‘ask’ was for Alison to come spend the actual Thanksgiving in Chicago with her. We were hosting this year, so luckily that was out right from the get go. So, when that didn’t pan out, the weekend before Thanksgiving was the consolation. It was only really for a night, since there was a Saturday morning flight out, and a Sunday night flight back.

Alison kept texting me though out the evening. Telling me about the fancy restaurant, etc. Paulina was loaded. I was trying to keep up with the texts, but I had baths, dinner, bed times, etc. It was busy, and I was exhausted. Again, I know I shouldn’t admit that taking care of my own kids by myself for one day was exhausting, but damn… it was. I conked out on the couch shortly after getting them to sleep.

I awoke at close to 5am. I decided I would head up to my actual bed, as the kids typically woke up around 7. I checked my phone, and saw a ton of texts and a few emails from Alison.

The first few were about a group of guys they met while out. Alison said they were the typical dumb 40 somethings out on the town. Probably all divorcees. Then she wrote how Paulina was eating up the attention. No surprise there, that was her typical behavior. Then again, I would think most women going through a divorce would try to get some attention to feel better for a little bit. No biggie.

I scanned through a bunch of the other texts, they were mostly describing the dudes. I imagined Alison was more comfortable looking at her phone than talking to these guys, so the play by play made sense to me.

She started talking about how this one guy named Joe was a hypnotist. Pretty soon, most of the texts and play by play became about that.

She texted how Paulina was teasing him, and there was going to be a demonstration right there at the bar.

The next text seemed to be fifteen or so minutes later. Alison said that she couldn’t believe it, but Paulina was actually hypnotized. Apparently, she thought she was a cat, and climbed up into Joe’s lap.

I would have actually loved to have seen that. It would have been fun to see Ms. SuperCool Paulina do something embarrassing with a nerdy dude. Fortunately, a picture of her on the guy’s lap was next. Damn, she was really on him. This was crazy.

A few minutes later, there was a text that said, heading back to Paulina’s, and a complaint that the hypnotist guy got Paulina to invite them all back. I could tell that despite the fact that this text was now like 6 hours old, Alison was nervous. This wasn’t her scene. I didn’t like it either. She (we) didn’t know these guys. What if one of them was an axe murderer or something?

The next text was like an hour later. Paulina had taken her phone, and at least announced herself via text, so I knew who was typing. She asked if I wanted to see my wife get hypnotized. It was a rhetorical question, not only because it was asked hours ago, but also because it was immediately followed by a link.

I looked at the text of the link. It appeared to be some type of dark web youtube for people that were into hypnosis in a sexy way? Hypno-fetishists, I guess? My stomach flip flopped as I realized that this Joe guy must be some sort of hypno porn producer or something. Oh fuck.

However, this was my wife, and I had to figure out what kind of danger she (and we) were in, so I had no choice but to click the link.

In the video, Alison was standing in Paulina’s kitchen. She didn’t look comfortable. She still had Paulina’s fur jacket on, as if she was going to leave at any moment. Now, I knew that she was staying at Paulina’s condo, so she really didn’t have anywhere else to go, but she was clearly trying to give off a closed vibe. Two other guys were just standing there, and the Joe guy came up to her. I assumed the third guy was now holding the camera. Meanwhile, Paulina was just standing there, staring at this little, fat, Joe dude like he was the most interesting man in the world. This all looked so unsafe.

I became wracked with guilt. How could I have fallen asleep? I should have been texting with her. I should have been there to keep her safe!

“Well, Alison,” Joe said. “Earlier, at the bar, you seemed to think this was all nonsense. I’ve got to ask, do you believe in hypnosis now, after seeing your friend fall under my spell?”

“Maybe,” Alison said. “I guess, on the right person. On someone like Paulina at least.” She said. I know she never thought of Paulina as being that bright. I agreed with that assessment.

“That’s true, that’s true,” Joe said, nodding. “Though I would argue that more people are actually in that ‘right person to be hypnotized’ group than one would think”

Alison shrugged. She looked like she so desperately did not want to be there.

“And you don’t think you are one of those people, I’m guessing. You know, from your body language and stuff” Joe asked.

“I have to travel tomorrow. I think we should wrap all of this up. Don’t you Paulina?,” Alison said to her friend.

“Paulina wants me to stay. She wants to see if you can be hypnotized. Paulina, tell her that.” Joe interrupted, without breaking his gaze on Alison.

“I want him to stay. You should try to be hypnotized Al” Paulina said, similarly not breaking her gaze on Joe.

“See? We are all friends here Alison. I’d like to be your friend. Here,” Joe said, extending his hand. “Let’s shake on it.”

Warily, Alison took his hand and he shook it, up and down, slower than a casual handshake, rhythmic, like an undulating wave through her whole arm. She clearly wasn’t sure if she should pull it away or not.

“Just follow my lead and relax,” Joe said. “Focus on the swaying sensation. Pretend it’s a soothing wave. Like laying back in a waterbed. Feeling the sensation all around you, and letting it move your body. Very good.

“As I raise and lower your arm, I want you just to focus your eyes on me. If you don’t know where to look, that’s okay. Most people look at my eyes. They say they’re sky-blue. Or like sapphires. Focus on the blue in my eyes.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” Joe said, his voice deepening into a soothing tone. “All you have to do is relax and focus on my eyes. On the sensation of drifting with the waves. You may notice by now that as you continue to look into my eyes, there is a heavy, drowsy feeling occurring in your eyes. Like staying up all night and trying to keep them open the next day. So difficult to do.

“In fact, each time I raise your arm upward, like this,” Joe said, as he raised her arm, before lowering it. “That heaviness in your eyes will become stronger. That’s fine. That means you’re doing it right and everything’s okay.”

I watched my phone as Alison’s eyes hooded, closing more with each time her arm rose.This can’t really be working, I thought as I watched the video from a couple hours ago.

“As your eyes begin to close,” Joe continued. “You feel the desire to let them close get stronger. It’s perfectly safe. Like slipping into a warm bed after a long, hard day’s work. All your body wants to do is relax and drift. Your eyes are closing all the way now. You want this relaxation. You feel it, warm and heavy, floating through your body. Feel it happening, Alison.”

Joe pulled on my wife’s hand, making her fall into him, head pressed against his shoulder. I couldn’t believe she was that… close… to a stranger.

Then Joe whispered into her ear, as I turned up the volume on my phone to max, desperate to hear what he was telling her. I couldn’t get anything though. Then, he put his hands on her shoulders and placed her in a standing position, like a limp doll. She stood straight, her hands at her sides, head down, and eyes closed.

“My friends,” Joe announced to the guys in the room, and to a degree, Paulina. “Our new friend Alison is now in a deep hypnotic trance.”

I was absolutely scared shitless. I had no fucking clue what I should do.

On the video, Joe stood close to Alison, whispering deep into her ear, and his hands wrapping her lower waist. “Alison,” he said, the microphone picking him up again, “You are deeply hypnotized right now. It feels absolutely wonderful. You’ve never felt better in your life. So relaxed, so happy. You’re in a safe place and trust me completely. In fact, you can only hear my voice.

“And because you trust me completely, you know it’s safe to believe everything that I tell you. You follow all of my instructions without question. You are completely under my hypnotic control, and you are no longer in control. Do you understand? If so, repeat it back to me now.”

“I am no longer in control,” my wife said to this stranger.

“Very good,” Joe said. “And it feels amazing. Better than anything you can remember. You love this feeling more than anything, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Alison said enthusiastically.

I saw Joe the asshole glance over at his buddies with a mischievous look. That video ended there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I frantically went to the next text in the chain. This time I could tell it was Alison texting and not Paulina. She told me how she tried smoking ‘Hypno Weed’ and she loved it. There was also a quick clip of her holding a regular Aquafina water bottle that she must have been told was some kind of bong. Fuck. That was the last text, and this sure as hell wasn’t heading to a good place.

Now frantic, I tried calling several times before I received a text saying that was clearly from Joe. He callously told me how beautiful my wife was and what a lucky guy I am. He then asked if I had watched all of the linked videos.

Shit! What did this fucker do?

I quickly went into my email and clicked the first link; Alison was lying on her back naked and the phone was zoomed in on her, she had a huge smile on her face as she was getting fingered and moaning really loud. Alison then asked Joe to “put your cock back in my mouth please.” I couldn’t fucking believe it.

He quickly spun up next to her and started feeling her tits with one hand while videoing her naked body, my wife then reached out to his cock and started to jerk him off saying “I love your cock Master Chicago HypnoJoe”…

30 seconds went by before she took his cock in her mouth. He started to moan as she blew him, this lasted about two minutes before she pulled his dick out and licked it bottom to top. While he was fingering her pussy, I heard him say “who do you belong to?”

"I belong to you, Master Chicago HypnoJoe" she moaned loudly. My heart broke.

Alison played with his dick for about a full minute while he touched her all over and she moaned, grunted and started begging “Fuck me, fuck me please!” In all our years together, she had never, ever been that needy for sex. It was almost unfathomable to me. Seeing her so… wanton… affected me, I’m ashamed to say.

I realized I had started playing with my own incredibly rock hard dick, but to state I was pissed and shocked is an understatement. I could not believe what I was seeing after 12 years together, was this the mother of my children? The girl I loved dearly, so deeply under this creep’s hypnotic control? The video went black.

As sweat dripped down my brow, I clicked to the next video and Alison was on all fours as he was giving it to her from behind, her ass cheeks were spread wide open and sticking up in the air. I heard her begging for it harder, telling him to go deeper and faster. He was grunting that he was about to cum.

Alison started moaning back at him that she wanted to taste him. Out of breath, he told her to get on her knees. She quickly rolled off his cock and spun to the side of the bed, he dropped the phone and I heard moans as the video ended.

The next video again had my precious wife on her knees as Joe was sitting on the bed. I heard female moans from the person holding the iphone, and I realized it must have been Paulina. Alison was blowing Joe while he held the back of her head, she was sucking, licking, moaning and begging for more of his “hypno cock”.

I heard her mutter “I wanna taste your cum again”. He was shifting side to the side as she was clearly taking him deep, using her tongue like a pro and working towards a climax. That’s when I realized this must have been a fair amount of time after the previous video. Enough for fucking Joe to be able to get hard again.

I'm lucky to get one blow job a year, but here she was begging for him to cum in her mouth for a second time in one night! Soon I watched as she appeared to swallow his cum and he fell back, in orgasmic bliss as she worshipfully cleaned his cock.

When that video ended, I realized I had to hope and pray that this doesn't end up on some amateur porn website. But from the looks of his Chicago HypnoJoe site, things did not bode well. We are well known in our suburban community here. It could be really bad if this got out.

The fourth video was aimed at the two of them as Alison bounced up and down on top of him, they were embraced in a chair kissing passionately as she rode him. They went hard and fast for a few minutes before she started to orgasm, she let out some of the loudest cries of pleasure I have ever heard.

I texted back some swears to Joe, telling him I was going to the police. He texted back, and I could just tell he was laughing at me. He was rather confident that I would not go to the police.

He then texted me a picture of Alison using the Aquafina water bottle as a bong again. A text followed that she ‘looooves’ hitting the hypno weed.

I responded with more swears. They didn’t seem to rattle him. He just told me that she wouldn’t miss her plane, but for me to expect responses to be very limited until she arrives back in Houston. He was right, as that was the last text I got from her all day.

I was freaking out all day. I dealt with the kids, etc, but I was losing my shit internally. We were waiting at Hobby International airport at 8:30 as planned. That’s when I finally got another text.

She just said that she had landed, and she couldn’t wait to see us. Then she gave information about what departure door she’d be at so we could pick her up. She got in the car, so happy to see the kids. She gave me a warm kiss and thanked me for taking care of everything over the weekend. It all seemed so… regular.

She was talking to the kids the whole ride home. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I began to wonder if she even knew what happened. Could the hypnotist have made her forget? Not impossible.

We put the kids to bed as soon as we got in, as it was pretty late for them. She then said she wanted to hop in the shower real quick. I always do that when I get off a plane, so that made perfect sense to me. I sat on the bed while she was in there. Images of what I saw her doing flashed through my mind. I hated them so much, but they were hot. Her begging to be fucked, etc. I couldn’t help but get lost in those thoughts, and hard.

I didn’t even hear her get out of the shower. When she did, she saw my hand on my dick.

“Were you looking at porn while I was gone?” she half joked and half admonished. I jumped when she said that, as she startled me.

“I-I, well, I” I stumbled. In some ways, I had been watching porn. By this point though, I was convinced she knew nothing of it. I just admitted to watching some ‘conventional’ porn.

“Mmmmm. Well, I’m not mad. You did a great job with the kids while I was gone. You deserve a little dalliance…” she said as she squirted some moisturizer on her hand. She then came next to me, freed my dick from my pants and started giving me a handjob.

“Why don’t you tell me about what you were watching?” she said, likely assuming it was girl on girl or something. I didn’t speak. Her hand on my dick felt really good. Of course, it wasn’t lost on my that I was getting a hand job, and she was begging for Chicago HypnoJoe’s dick 24 hours earlier.

“Did you ever imagine me doing some of the things that you were watching?” She said sexily. Again, she was completely oblivious to the truth. However, that question did me in, and I came hard. My cum shot straight up in the air. She gave a little yelp and dodged it like it was lava.

With that, I fell asleep, hard. I had been on such an emotional roller coaster over the last 18 hours. So, I’m ashamed to admit, this, but I didn’t do anything about this situation for the next three days. This is partly because they were three very busy days. We were hosting Thanksgiving, and Alison had lost the weekend to visiting Paulina. So, as the hostesss, she was behind the eight ball all week. I helped where I could, but that was largely just getting pizza for dinner. The other reason I avoided it was because I had no fucking clue what to do. I had no idea if she had any idea about this. If she did – how do I handle that? If she didn’t – would it cause some sort of trauma? I was at a loss.

Soon enough, it was Thanksgiving. My brother and his wife were over, as were her parents and her brother’s family. As always, Alison pulled it off and everything was perfect. She is an incredible wife, mother, and hostess. She did amazing job.

I had just finished carving the turkey, and we were just a few minutes into eating when the doorbell rang. As all of our scheduled guests had arrived, I had no idea who it could be. I got up to answer the door, and there was a small, private courier van in the drive way. This was not UPS or FedEx, this was a specially hired courier. I opened the door, a guy gave me a beautifully wrapped, very big square box with a tag that said, from Paulina with love. FUCK. I signed for the package to get the guy out of here, but I knew I had to get rid of this box. I figured if I could dash up to the attic, I could hide it there until Alison went to sleep. I turned to make my play… and she was right behind me.

“What’s that?” She said, taking the box out of my hand. I had no idea how she was going to react. She looked at the tag, she gave me a quizzical look. I could tell she had no idea what it was as she brought it to the kitchen counter, which was still cluttered with supplies from our Thanksgiving feast, which was now getting cold in the other room.

She quikly unwrapped the bow on the box and opened the lid. Inside, there was a big, stuffed animal turkey, and what could only be described as a ‘sexy pilgrim costume’.

“What the fuck is that?” I yell whispered. I didn’t want to attract attention from our guests, but still… what the fuck was that?

Alison held it up. There was a bonnet, and a dark brown velvet corset with a big, white cotton collar. There were brown knee high velvet boots in there too. There was a note from Paulina inside, “for some sexy fun later xoxxo”

Alison laughed. “She’s crazy – you know that” she said to me with a smile. “Maybe she thinks you have a Pilgrim fetish?” she laughed.

“Alison darling, can you be a dear…” my Mother in law called out from the dining room. It was like the woman had a sixth sense of when to best interrupt. Alison gave me a wink and went back into the dinning room. I followed, but only after putting the costume back in the box and tying the lid back on. We didn’t need her father or someone seeing that, thank you very much. We finished dinner, which was fantastic. I had a couple beers, and was soon watching the Lions with the guys. I actually forgot about the weirdo stuff going on for a while.

Early in the fourth quarter, I went to go grab another round of beers. The ladies were still in the dining room, well, all the ladies except Alison. I looked in the kitchen, and she wasn’t in there either. I glanced over to the bathroom, and the door was open, no one was in there. That was odd. I asked where she was.

“I don’t know. She got a phone call on her cellular telephone, then she just up and walked away. Rather rude. Not how I raised her.” Her mother said.

Fuck.

I doubled back into the kitchen, the box was gone. I started to panic, I ran into the bedroom. Inside, Alison was kneeling on the edge of the bed wearing the sexy pilgrim costume, with the big stuffed animal turkey between her legs. Across from her, on our bureau was her phone, she was recording herself.

“I am deeply hypnotized by Chicago HypnoJoe” she said, over and over again as she rhythmically grinded on the stuffed turkey. Her breathing got more ragged as she got more and more turned on. My own breathing was very labored as well, as I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I couldn’t believe it. I was also getting hard.

“Alison, you are ignoring your guests, this is very rude!” I heard her mother yell. In what was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life, I closed the door and went back down to distract her mom.

Alison came out about 25 minutes later, and she was just chatting with the ladies as if nothing had happened.

When everyone left that night, I looked up Chicago HypnoJoe’s website. Sure enough, new offering on his pay side. There was a promo video of Hypnotized Thanksgiving MILFs. I saw a quick teaser clip of Alison in the Pilgrim Costume grinding on the turkey on our bed. Next to her on a split screen was Paulina in a sexy (albeit culturally inappropriate) Native American costume doing the same thing, also saying “I am deeply hypnotized by Chicago HypnoJoe” while grinding on a stuffed turkey.

Oh Shit. (But yes, I put in my credit card)

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My Life as a Hypno-Fur Queen: Chapter 3

by Hypnofur

I had such a hang over the night after the Biltmore experience. Both an actual, alcohol dehydration induced hang over, and kind of a mental one too. I can’t believe I made my husband, and a perfect stranger lick their own cum off my legs and the floor. That was crazy. Too crazy. I knew I had gone too far.

I had Nick take me home the next day. We never did anything about transferring the mini van to my hard luck sister Denise. We just went home and I slept for like 20 hours. Nick was great. He explained to my Mom that we wouldn’t need her for the rest of the weekend, and just made an excuse that I had come down with a bug. He then took care of the boys for Saturday and Sunday without bothering me at all. I didn’t like hypnotically force him to do that, he just did it because he was a good guy, and my husband who loved me. I had to get back to that. I had to get away from this crazy hypno dominatrix stuff. It was all too much.

I didn’t even wake up until like mid day Sunday. For a moment, when I first awoke in my beautiful house, in my own bed, I heard the laughter of my boys down stairs, and I knew Cindy was back. It felt great. It felt right. Warm, safe, pure, good. But then the phone rang. It was my sister Denise.

“Hi Den” I said as my eyes rolled. She immediately went on and on about the mini van. Why didn’t I drop it off, etc. So annoying. I mean, I know I went back on my word, but like, it was an unbelievably nice favor to just GIVE her a car, so why was she being so annoying about it when it didn’t instantly work out perfectly like she wanted? Because she was awful Denise, that’s why.

I told her I would figure out something for her car problems, and I hung up the phone. A thought of hypnotizing Doug Stumbly to give my sister a car at my command briefly flashed through my head of course, but I quickly shooed it away. I didn’t want to go there. I couldn’t go there.

That night I made us all a nice, healthy grilled chicken dinner. Nick and the boys then watched some sports thing, and I watched it with them. Well, I was in the same room as them at least. I was scrolling through my phone. I found myself on the Stumbly motor group website. Then I caught myself. No! I went back to Instagram. Because I had gone to the site, an ad for Stumbly Motors popped up on my IG. Argh! The stupid social media algorithm was pushing me to turn back into an evil hypnotist as I was trying so hard to be Cindy the caring wife and mom.

But, through what I felt was an unbelievable amount of will power, I made it through the night without any hints of ‘Cynthia’. I was ‘Cindy’ all night. It felt good. It was good. Boring, but good. Well, good-ish. I couldn’t help but notice that Nick hadn’t brought up what happened in Providence at all. He was acting like nothing happened. That was interesting, but probably better. Again, a little bit boring, but probably better.

Jorge the carpenter showed up the next day, as it was now Monday. I could tell I freaked him out with my little performance last week. I laughed to myself as he politely, but timidly, scurried by. It was an evil laugh, so I scolded myself.

I did pretty good the rest of the morning. I got caught up on PTA emails and called my mom and thanked her for coming on Friday. She asked if I was feeling better. In answered with an exuberant “yes”. After all, I was feeling a lot better. I had gone a little bit off the deep end, but now I was back on the straight and narrow.

It wasn’t long before the boys came home from school. They were happy, and I was happy to see them. They asked what was for dinner. Earlier in the morning, I had considered making pork chops. Now though, that seemed like so much work. Ugh, I wasn’t into that.

I texted Nick and told him to bring home wings from the wings place. The boys loved those, and they had a great salad that I liked too. It took Nick a while to respond, which annoyed me.

I have to admit, I was secretly hoping he’d respond wirh “yes Cynthia”, but when he finally did, it was just an “ok”. That was underwhelming… but good. Good for sure. That was better. We had a marriage, a partnership. I wanted a loving husband, not a hypnotized slave to my will. I did, really. But “ok”? That’s it? …. Wait. Nope, I wasn’t going to go down this road.

Jorge the Carpenter came down all nervous. He was explaining how he couldn’t hang the last mirror because of mounting hardware or something, and how he had to leave it on its side up against the wall. I could see that he was afraid to look into my eyes. I was actually getting off on how afraid he was. I was the popular girl in high school, and I admit, I liked when the nerds were afraid of me. High school. I had to think about high school! More to the point, my high school (and middle school) aged boys. I had to think of them, not tormenting a carpenter. I thanked Jorge and let him go, telling him he could worry about the mirror later.

I focused on the boys and caught up with what was going on with them. Well, at least with what few words they’d say. They were teen boys, they weren’t really over communicative with their feelings or experiences. So, the whole conversation lasted like five minutes. Then I was back on my phone. Stupid Instagram kept showing my Stumbly Motor Group ads. His marketing person must have paid extra for like the super algorithm package or something.

I thought about whoever that marketing person might be. Probably some young woman fresh out of college. She probably thought of Doug Stumbly as some stately captain of industry. Which he was, I guess. That marketing person had no idea that her rich, powerful boss had spent Friday night deeply hypnotized playing with himself on his knees at my command. I felt my pussy tingle as I thought about that. No! No, I wasn’t going to go there.

Between that moment and dinner, I did really good. I was cheerful mom and wife Cindy. The boys were thrilled about take out wings on a Monday night. Nick asked why we were doing take out (as opposed to me making something). I was going to come up with a better excuse then “I didn’t want to cook because it was boring”, but I was having trouble thinking of one, so I asked him to pour me a glass of wine. (Asked, not commanded.) I was doing everything right, at least until the first drop of the white wine touched my lips.

I don’t think I’m an alcoholic. I don’t think I’m addicted to hypnotic domination either. I don’t think these things have the better of me, but I’m not entirely sure.

The boys burned through their dinner, then asked to be excused so they could start homework, which really meant video games, but I didn’t really care at that moment. I let them go. In fact, I suggested to Nick that we play a board game. That isn’t as out of the blue as it sounds, we actually have been doing this since we were dating. We both just kind of liked it.

Anyway, he was still finishing his wings and beer. He dipped one of the wings in the ranch sauce that they had given us. Now two glasses of wine in, I felt the wickedness build up inside me. “See, I knew you’d like this better than pork chops. I know you love licking up white creamy stuff.” I said with an evil smile.

He almost choked on the chicken wing “Cindy, Jesus!” He said, shocked.

“What? You obviously do. Which do you like better Nick? That ranch dressing, or your own cum?” I asked. Boy, it really didn’t take me long to flip back to evil. Maybe I do have a problem?

“Cindy, I-“ he stumbled.

“Tell me.” I commanded.

“Ranch dressing” he said.

“Well then why did you lick up your own cum?” I toyed.

“Cindy, c’mon. Stop” he pleaded.

“Tell me” I commanded again.

“Because you made me” he said. God, he almost looked scared of me. “Cindy, please. I’m still trying to even come to grips with that. I mean, this isn’t the kind of thing that we do. Is it? You had that other guy, and me… we were just…. “ he stumbled

“Say the word furs, Nick” I said calmly

“Furs” he said, still looking scared. I should have felt bad about him being scared. Instead, I like… liked it.

“Say the word hypnotized.”

“Hypnotized.” He said quietly.

“Who hypnotizes you Nick?”

“You do”

“Who is your fur queen Nick?”

“You are Cynthia”

“Good. Now, go pour me another glass of wine. “

“Yes Cynthia” he said.

Was he hypnotized? Yes? No? Maybe. He was dominated by my hypnotic power, that was the big picture answer, and that made my pussy tingle. I smiled as he handed me my third glass of wine. I was already a bit buzzed, for sure. “Sit on your knees next to me.” I told him. I could see his erection through his pants. I was afraid the boys would see his tent pole, though I may have been a bit more drunk than I thought at that point, because them seeing him kneeling next to me would also have been pretty weird I guess.

I was working through glass number three pretty quickly. I was getting hot now. Not just like, sexy hot, but legit hot. I took off my sweater and blouse. I had a white, cotton tank top underneath. Then I kicked off my jeans, leaving only my white cotton panties. Nick didn’t say anything, but his eyes were wide as he stared at me. I smiled at him as I confidently walked up to my closet, half dressed.

I stumbled upstairs, finishing my third glass of wine. I grabbed some furs and threw them on the ground, then plopped down. I saw the mirror Jorge was talking about leaning up on the wall in front of me. Feeling wicked, and sexy, I sent a picture to Doug Stumbly. I had far less concern than I should about sending a picture of myself in a tank top and my panties to a man I barely knew. It wasn’t safe, but I ddin’t care.

I took the picture and hit send. Within a few seconds, I could see that he saw it. I couldn’t believe he had his read receipts left on. What a boomer.

Doug: Hello! Lovely picture.

Cynthia: What do u c in the picture Douglas?

Doug: A lovely lady that I made a mistake with.

Uh, not the answer I was looking for. Jeez, these guys lick up their own cum at my hypnotic command one time and they get all freaked out about it.

Cynthia: What else do u c in the picture Douglas?

Doug: I really don’t think this is a good idea. The other night got out of hand I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.

WTF? I send him a picture of me, drunk in basically my underwear, surrounded by furs and it doesn’t do the trick? I was getting pissed. Oh, wait, the furs aren’t white. This weirdo and his incredibly specific fetish only goes for white furs.

Cynthia: Do u c any white furs, Doulgas?

Doug: No.

Cynthia: Does that seem right? Would u like 2 see me in a a white fur, Douglas?

(after a small pause) Doug: Yes

Cynthia: I know u would. Do u want 2 c me in 1?

Doug: I shouldn’t

OK, now we were getting somewhere. I knew I just needed to find the right button to push.

Cynthia: Douglas, I want u to jerk yourself off thinking of me hypnotizing u while I am wearing a white fur. Do as I command.

With that, I threw my phone on the hardwood floor. Not a good way to treat expensive electronics, I know, but I was drunk and careless at that moment.

“Nick, come here!” I slurred loudly. He arrived very quickly. He still looked nervous. That turned me on.

“You like eating cum so much, come eat mine. Do it now my furslave!” I told him. Luckily, he thought to close the door behind him as he rushed to obey my orders and went straight to my pussy.

The power I had over him was as intoxicating as the wine. It was like rockets going off in my head when he licked and sucked my pussy slit and his tongue fucked my hole! I held his head and slowly fucked his face as he worked on my cunt with his mouth and tongue for about a minute. That was all it took to have me grunting and moaning and panting and crying out with my pleasure. God, in retrospect, I hope those videogames were goddamned good that night and kept the boys occupied!

Then another minute of him rubbing his mouth all over my pussy and I screamed and I was cumming and cumming and cumming. Feeling my orgasm sweep over me until it took over my entire mind body and soul and I arched up high off the floor and climaxed. I mean I climaxed like I have never done before. My hips were thrusting up and Nick was holding my ass in his hands and licking.

The hypnosis, the control, the power, and quite frankly the darkness over took me. I was Cynthia the Hypnotic Fur Queen and I was fucking evil in that moment. I looked down at him, not as my loving husband and partner, but as my victim. My hypnotized slave.

“You are mine!” I screamed at him as another orgasm overtook me. When he felt me begin to cum he sucked my pussy, all of it into his mouth!

"Yeah! OH GOD! YES! Eat my cum my slave. Slave Slave!!!!!", I know I screamed it at him.

My slave knew what he was doing and he was already sucking it and I was fucking his face as hard as I could. While I held his head with both hands and pushed against it shoving his mouth harder on my hole He didn't resist or fight me. He let me do whatever I needed to do until I had finished cumming. His Queen’s pleasure was all that mattered.

And… then I passed out.

At least, I think I did. I don’t remember anything from the end of the climax to waking up in my bed the next morning, at like 10:30. Nick must have gotten the kids to be that night, and then up and out for school the next morning. He was such a good Dad, and such a good hypnotized pussy licker. No! Good Dad, I had to leave it at good Dad. OMG, I had such a headache.

I got up and started my hangover cure. Tea, asprin, toast, etc. I was starting to feel better as I started the last part of the process, a nice warm bath. While in there, my mind stumbled across a question. If I passed out last night, and never ‘woke Nick up’, was he still hypnotized right now? Was he able to focus on his work, or was he just sitting there, awaiting my next command? The thought of it turned me on. The memory of him submissively working my pussy with his slave mouth turned me on even more.

I fingered myself in the bathtub.

Holy shit. I was like a crazed sex addict.

Fortunately, that was enough to get me through the rest of the morning, and allowed me to be more or less normal when my mom called. She was of course acting like Denise’s freakin’ advocate again, going on and on about the fucking car. My mood was totally shot. I knew I had to handle this car thing for Denise, or they were just going to nag me to death about it. Fuck. Fine. Maybe I’d just handle it today.

It was like 2:00 at this point. I called Nick at the office and told him to come home. It was freaking pouring out, but I didn’t care, I had made up my mind to go down to Providence and handle this car thing. I was putting on my make up and really doing myself up as the boys got home. I just let them play video games right away with some Doritos I bought them. Fuck it, I wasn’t preparing carrots and hummus and filling out the homework chart today. I was just not feeling the ‘mom’ thing. The afternoon was about preparing for a seduction.

Nick seemed… different when he got home. Not hypnotized, persay. He was talking to the boys, and acting normal around them. But something interesting happened when they weren’t around. He got very quiet. He didn’t complain or even ask why I made him come home early from work. Testing a theory, I abruptly told him, “Nick, pour me a glass of wine”

“Yes Cynthia” he said calmly, then immediately went to pour it.

Wow. I was still Cynthia to him. That was fascinating. I wanted to explore this, but Denise annoyingly called me about the car thing again. Then my mom did. Jesus, she was like Denise’s fucking agent sometimes. This had to be the last day of this. I told her I was going to handle it, but that she had to come watch the boys and figure out dinner. She agreed easily.

The glass of wine was nice, but I knew I should stop there. I went to go pick out an outfit as I was putting together a plan. I decided to go with a “rich WASPY” look. I grabbed a cashmere sweater with gold buttons that I had bought for a conference trip that I joined Nick on a few years ago. I knew it made my boobs look great, while still looking classy. It paired nicely with a chanel skirt and sexy, but not slutty, heels. I heard the rain coming down as I grabbed the beautiful silver and white fur that first caught Doug’s eye. Fur doesn’t do well wet, so that was going to be a problem. Refusing to let obstacles stop me, I went with a not quite as nice one that I had grabbed off ebay. I figured it would be enough to do the trick. My mom asked why I was dressed so fancy. I told her I read in a negotiating book that it helped to look rich when buying a car. In truth, it was probably the exact opposite, but she bought it, so I didn’t fight it. I quietly told Nick to bring the bottle of wine and a glass in the car for me while I distracted my mom with details.

The ride down was so strange. It was like Nick was my chauffer, not my husband. It’s not a short ride from our house to Providence either, it was like two hours, especially with the rain. We finally arrived at the Stumbly Motors offices, which were in the downtown. It was winter, so it was dark by the time we got there, but thankfully, not yet 5:00. I had Nick drop me off at the door. I instructed him to go park and wait for me to signal him. When I got out of the car and stood up, I really felt the effects of the wine.

I went inside the very nice office building. There was a security desk at the front. Of course the guards were all checking me out as they directed me to the Stumbly Offices. As I approached, there were glass doors with a young, attractive receptionist sitting at the desk beyond. That didn’t surprise me at all, that’s exactly who I expected to be working at a car dealership’s headquarters. I greeted her with the air of superiority she likely expected based on my outfit. She assumed I was a big deal, so she didn’t even ask why I wanted to talk to Mr. Stumbly, and just sent me to his office down the hall.

That’s where things got a little tricky. He had a secretary sitting at a desk right outside of his office. Unlike a pretty 20-something that didn’t try that hard, this was a woman in like her 50’s. Not ideal. She looked up from her computer at me with an inquisitive look. I had to get ahead of this situation.

“I’m here to see Mr. Stumbly.” I said adamantly as I approached, never slowing down my gait.

“He’s in a meeting Ms….” The woman said.

“Davidson.” I answered, “I’ll wait. He’ll know what this is about. I don’t want coffee, tea, or water.” I said as I just marched right into his office, right by the shocked older woman. To be honest, I didn’t know if this was going to work or not. For that matter, I didn’t know if the meeting Doug was in was taking place in his office. He had a big wooden door that was closed, but thankfully not locked. I went right inside and closed the door behind me. No one was inside, so apparently the meeting was in a conference room or something.

I held my breath for a minute inside the office, thinking the old bag was going to barge in and kick me out, but that didn’t happen. A minute turned into two, which turned into five. When I was finally confident that she wasn’t coming in, I immediately started to get impatient waiting for Doug. How long was this stupid meeting?

I finally heard muffled voices outside the thick wood door. I knew that the hag was trying to explain how I just barged in. My heart jumped as I saw the door handle start to turn as he entered. But then, I felt like I could hear his heart jump as he saw me standing behind his desk, a white fur coat hung by my elbows. Staring right at him with my seductive, dangerous eyes.

“Hello Douglas” I purred.

I immediately saw his eyes flash with emotion. Surprise, anger, and fear all mixed in. I didn’t know which of the three would win the triangular tug of war.

“You can’t be here! I can’t believe you did this!” he said in a ‘yelling whisper’. Looked like anger won, or at least took an early lead.

I’ll admit, his rage unnerved me a bit. I feel like I did a really good job of masking that though. On the outside, I exuded full, unshakeable, sultry confidence. “What, you don’t think I look good in this white fur, Douglas?” I said, immediately leaning on the fetish thing. (I know guys)

“No, I mean, yes you do. It’s not that…. “ he stammered, before regaining his pissed off whisper voice. “This is my place of business!”

“Yes, I know that Douglas. That’s why I am here.” I said cryptically. I was about to get rolling with my plan, but he interrupted.

“I want you to leave!” he whisper demanded.

Silly Dougie. It wasn’t going to be that easy. “You don’t want me to stroke your temples with this white fur for a few minutes first?” I asked coyly.

He paused. Then he paused more. “No” he said weakly.

“Sit down here at your desk Douglas” I said, pointing to his large leather desk chair that I was now standing behind.

He hesitated.

“Douglas, I want you to sit down now. Obey me.” I said, calmly but authoritatively. His legs listened to my call and moved him over to the seat. I softly and gently helped him into the chair. I wasted no time in slowly moving my soft, fox fur sleeves up his the side of his face. I then purposefully moved my warm finger tips to his temples and started stroking. I made sure to keep the fur still in contact with his head. I was very deliberate in this in order to keep his fetish working for me. I could tell just from the sound of his breathing that I was having an effect on him, so I started in with my hypnotic induction before he could even speak.

“I want you to take a deep breath in and feel yourself relax. I want you to feel your arms so relaxed, so weightless. I’ll just help you relax quickly, then I’ll be on my way. No one will suspect anything you have nothing to worry about so you can just sit here and enjoy the feeling of the white fur, and the feeling of the soft touch of my fingertips and my feminine voice.” She said, trying to put him at ease and focus on the enjoyment of it all.

“So, you can just go ahead and feel all of the anxiety just slip away from you. A feeling of pure contentment, of pure tranquilty comes over you. You just feel so wonderful being here with me. So relaxed. Just letting yourself drift into a deep state of relaxation, just like you did the other night. And it feels so wonderful, and so relaxing that you just let yourself float into a wonderful, deep state of hypnosis. You know that feeling now. You’ve been craving it, I’m sure. It’s here now. I’m here now. So you feel so deeply relaxed, so peacefully heavy. In fact, I want you to imagine that you are in a beautiful chair, completely covered in white fur. I’m behind you, stroking your temples, just like I am now.” I said, getting an idea. It was a twist on a pretty standard thing, but if figured it would get him going. Then, at the last minute, I decided to spice it up.

“And I want you to imagine that you are naked Douglas. You are naked, but you are on the soft white fur chair, and you have an incredibly thick and soft white fox fur blanket over you. I have enveloped your body in fur as I am enveloping your mind. Mmmm, can you feel that Douglas?” I asked.

“Yess” he answered dreamily.

“Good, so good. That makes me happy. In front of you is a window. A giant window that looks out to a beautiful sky. The feel of the soft fur on you, the feeling of my fingertips, and my soft voice in your ears all make you feel so wonderful and relaxed. They make you feel so amazing. And as you drift deeper and deeper into a wonderful state of relaxation, you feel so wonderful and relaxed. You so warm and soft in the fur. So wonderful and relaxed. No worries, just in my thrall. Completely worry free as you let go to me more and more. Now, I want you to look up and see how beautiful the wonderful blue sky is before you. Just relax more and more as you continue to look higher and higher into the deep blue sky, as all of the fluffy clouds are before you. There is no anxiety, there is only a wonderful feeling of contentment flowoing over you . As you just float deeper and deeper, you feel all of the tension in your body simply dissolve away. It is the type of profound relaxation that you can never really appreciate until you have moments like this. When you can feel the sound of my voice relaxing you deeper and deeper. Into a deep state where this is no stress, no anxiety. There is only relaxation, and comfort. A place of wonderful relaxation. A place of wonderful hypnosis. My hypnosis.

And as you drift even deeper now into my hypnosis, you realize that you just want to follow my voice further and further. You realize that you want to go deeper and deeper into this hypnosis, for me. You want to stare so deep into my sky. You want to feel so wonderful and relaxed. As you let yourself drift into a deep, deep state of hypnosis. I want you to look out into the horizon, before you. Where you see the land and the sky meet. You see a beautiful setting sun. Just in the horizon, casting a wonderful and beautiful cast of light over the horizon, over the earth, over the sky. And you just feel so wonderful and relaxed as you just drift into a deep state of tranquility. I am going to count down from the number five to the number zero, and as I do the sun will set. The sun will be completely below the horizon, and you well feel so relaxed and so wonderful. With every number that I say, this feeling will just get a thousand times deeper, and a thousand times stronger. You’ll feel the need to listen to my voice and take in everything that I say. You know it through the power of the sound of my voice that you have been brought into this wonderful state of relaxation. Into this wonderful state of my hypnosis. So you just want to listen to my voice more, and slip deeper into relaxation, and under my spell.

Five, the sun slowly begins to set. And as it does, you know it is time for your subconscious mind to just listen to my voice. And it is time for your conscious mind to just sleep, and go into a deep state of hypnotic slumber

Four. You know it is time to relax and just listen to my voice. It is time to relax and just take in everything that I say so that you can just drift deeper and deeper and relax into a state of deep hypnosis.

Three. You just feel so wonderful and so good, completely surrounded by the white fur. The sun is just setting further down the horizon. Further and further. And as it does, the lights just get more beautiful, more comfortable. They get more soothing. They get dimmer and dimmer, but as they do, you get calmer and calmer.

Two. You see the beautiful sun set. The beautiful rays, the reds, the oranges. Even purples. Every color you see in a sunset, and the colors are so majestic. It is so beautiful, and you just want to listen to my voice more and more and more and go deeper and deeper into hypnosis for me.

One. The sun barely has its crest over its horizon. And you know that when it sets completely, its going to be time to have your conscious mind completely asleep, and have your subconscious mind just listen to everything that I say. Because everything that I say is so important, and you just want to accept everything that I say.

Zero. You know that you just need to obey my voice. The sun is completely set, and you see a beautiful night sky all around you. It feels so beautiful and relaxing to breath in nice and deeply and relax completely. You know it’s time to just listen to my voice. You know it’s time to just take in everything that I say. So just relax and drift deeper into a deep state of relaxation.” I said, knowing full well he was completely deep.

I’ll admit, I didn’t know whether the old bag at the desk was going to barge in or not, so I was glad to have gotten to this point, as he was now totally under, and it wouldn’t matter if a band of elephants ran through. Still, I was glad I didn’t have to deal with her. I continued, getting now to the exciting parts.

“As you sit there listening to the wonderful sound of my voice. You know you just want to take in everything that I say. And everything that I say becomes a wonderful and perfect truth in your brain. You know this, because it is through the power of the soft touch of the white fur, the soothing feel of my fingertips, and the sound of my voice that you have been brought to such a wonderful place of hypnosis for me. You know it through the power of these you have been brought to such a deep place of relaxation and pleasure, where your mind is completely open to everything that I say.

You know in this deep state of hypnosis, that you want to listen to my voice and accept everything that I say. And you know the first thing that you want me to say, and that you want to accept into your brain is that you know that I am your Queen, your Fur Queen. You love me being in control of you. You love being my furslave. You love it when I’m in control. You love it when you just obey me and serve me. In whatever I say, whatever I tell you . You just listen to the sound of my voice. Just giving you any order that I say, any command that I give you. You feel so addicted to being so deeply hypnotized by your Fur Queen. To be so completely relaxed. To be so completely owned by me. That’s what you know. That’s what you desperately, desperately want. So wonderful, so relaxing. And that’s what you want. To be so comfortable, so relaxed, so hypnotized. Very deeply hypnotized and obedient to me. You are a loyal subject to your Fur Queen Douglas.

You’ll give me anything I want. Anything at all. Won’t you Douglas? Say yes Cynthia”

“Yes Cynthia” he answered. God, that got me so turned on. I felt my dominant streak flare up.

“Get out of the chair, get on your knees. Face me” I commanded sharply. As he exited his big leather desk chair, I sat down in it. I slowly and seductively crossed my legs in front of him as he stared at me from his now kneeling position. God, this all felt so powerful.

“What is the most expensive car you have on your lot?” I said, definitely feeling cocky.

“The Mercedes Benz EQE” he replied docilly.

“Is it a sports car?” I asked. I don’t know cars that well.

“yes Cynthia” he said. I momentarily fantasized about whipping around like that. I’m sure it only had two seats, and no way for me to bring the kids, or my mom, or groceries or anything, but Cynthia didn’t care about that. Those were Cindy problems. Maybe I’d make him give me that? Then again, I live in stupid Massachusetts, where it is winter like six months of the year. Getting stuck on a hill, or sliding into a telephone pole was kind of both a Cindy problem and a Cynthia problem.

“What is your most expensive SUV?”

“The Mercedes GLC AMG” he answered.

“Mmmm. Mercedes. Don’t you think I’d look amazing in a Mercedes, Douglas?” I said, batting my eyes at him.

“Yes Cynthia” he said, I could tell he was so deeply infatuated with me.

“Good. Have someone get it. I want to drive it home tonight” I commanded.

“I-I can’t” he said weakly.

“Why not??” I asked, very annoyed that he didn’t obey without question.

“Paperwork, registry, especially for out of state… I’m sorry, but it will take at least a day” he said, almost fearful.

Nick and I have bought cars before, so I knew this was true. I realized I’d have to come back tomorrow. Probably best, I was actually pretty drunk, so filling out paperwork might not have been the best plan… nor was driving myself home. Ok, I guess it was time to wrap this up. “Who do you serve Douglas?” I said, looking deep in his eyes.

“I serve you my Fur Queen” he said, likely so glad I was not going to lose my shit over the paperwork stuff.

“Again”

“I serve you my Fur Queen”

“Are you hard, Douglas?” I asked, getting a aroused again by his chants of submission.

“Yes Cynthia” he said.

“Good, but I don’t want you to come unless I give you permission, do you understand? And you aren’t going to be able to cum until you see your Fur Queen drive away in the Mercedes, do you understand?” I said, really feeling my power. God I was so turned on.

“Yes Cynthia” he replied like an obedient little puppy.

“Good. Make it happen” I said flatly. And with that, I just got up and walked by him, right out the door. The cranky old bat at the desk scowled at me as I walked by. No matter, I’d have that bitch fired if she looked at me wrong one more time. That thought made me feel even more powerful.

I was completely basking in that power as Nick picked me up that the door. Again, he was more my chauffer than my husband. He didn’t say a word. He was just like a faithful servant. My servant. There to fucking serve me. Fuck, I loved that. Rhode Island is very small, so we soon crossed over the Massachusetts border on the highway. I was getting so turned on thinking about all of my power. I told Nick to pull into a rest area I saw a sign for.

There wasn’t a McDonalds or a convenience store at this rest area, it was only for people that needed to park for a minute. I directed him to a space where there weren’t many other cars. It was dark, cold, and the rain was coming down hard. No one was out of their car, and the few cars that were there had fogged up windows, probably from people reading maps or answering texts.

I turned to Nick as I opened the Mini Van door and said, “I want you to come please me. Obey me now!” And with that I stepped out of our family car, then stepped out of my panties, letting them fall to the parking lot ground. Nick came around as instructed and kneeled in front of my pussy. I lifted my posh chanel skirt up to give him access, and he went to town.

My husband, my one time partner, was now my hypnotized, obedient slave, licking my pussy outside in a public rest area in the freezing cold rain, as my hands dug into his hair. It was so wrong, but so decadent. I noticed one of the the fogged up windows a few spaces away suddenly had a hand wiping it clear. I stared into that car and laughed wickedly as I enjoyed Nick’s inexperienced, but enthusiastic tongue on my clit.

Then my face got hit with a very bright spotlight. The light was rolling towards me. I soon realized it was the side spotlight from a police car. Feeling sassy beyond sassy, I just told Nick to keep going as I stared down the officer as they were rolling by. Well, I think I stared down the officer, I really couldn’t see a thing with the spotlight in my face. But, my peripheral vision did pick up the fact that there was steam coming off my body and skin in the freezing cold rain. I thought about how that must look to the officer. A beautiful, rich looking woman getting eaten out as the rain hit her and she was literally steaming hot. It was like something from a music video, or a porn.

“Let’s go hun, you can’t work here” the officer said from his car.

I didn’t know what he meant. What did he mean work? Oh shit, he thought I was a prostitute. Ok, I guess that wasn’t a wildly outlandish assumption. I was going to just get back in the mini van and go… but like I said, sassy beyond sassy. “I’m not working” I said loudly to the officer through the rain, never breaking my gaze of where I thought he was. “He’s my husband”

“Sir, can you please get up?” The officer said to my hypnotized husband, who had not stopped pleasuring me orally.

“He only hears my voice” I said. Fuck, that was so hot to say.

“Sir. Get up now!” the officer shouted.

“He’s deeply hypnotized. He only hears and obeys my voice” I told the officer again, still with my wicked, sexy stare and all the steam coming up around me.

The State Trooper said nothing in return, instead the spotlight turned from me and went to our license plate. Nick kept working me at my command. After a few minutes, the officer got out of his car and approached us. He was very tall. Looked to be early thirties.

“Mrs. Davidson, I don’t know what kind of game you and Mr. Davidson are playing here”, he said, clearly getting our names off of the our plates that he ran in his cruiser, “but this is a public rest area. I can arrest you for this.” He said… but not that firmly. Usually Statie’s tried to intimidate. I thought one was going to shoot me on 93 once because I was going like 11 miles over the limit. But this guy wasn’t doing that. Hmmm.

“Nick, stand up, see only me.” I said flatly, looking at the officer right in the eye as I did so. I straightened my skirt as Nick stood and looked at me. I looked at the officer’s name badge. “You are intrigued by this, aren’t you… Trooper Bates?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Ma’am, I –“

“Open your mind and hear my phone number. Remember it. 978-555-6387” I said to him, interrupting whatever stuttering he was going to do.

“Nick, open my door. Pay no attention to the officer.” I said, never breaking my stare with Trooper Bates. Nick followed my orders of course, and I went back into the mini van. Trooper Bates just stood there, frozen. He was turned on by this. I knew the look by this point. That look fueled my crazy, and emboldened me. I rolled down the mini van window.

“My panties are on the ground there Trooper Bates. Pick them up, and take custody of them. Text me later this week, and I’ll tell you what your next step is.” I said before rolling up the window but still not breaking eye contact. When the window was up, I told Nick to pull away and drive home. Trooper Bates did not move. He just stood out there at that rest stop in the pouring rain, watching us drive away.

Holy shit, I was officially crazy.

And officially cold, like freezing. I was soaking wet… and I mean my clothes and hair and stuff. I turned up the heat full blast and told Nick to drive as fast as he safely could. The wine, the power rush, the adrenaline, was all catching up to me. I was exhausted.

Nick went to work the next morning, so I woke up alone. It was so fucking bright in my room. Ugh. I was hung over again. I tried to catch up mentally as to what was going on. I remembered hypnotizing Douglas in his office, a totally weird thing at a rest stop with a cop, and the fact that I needed to go back down to Stumbly Motors today to pick up the car.

So, this was an interesting time for me. I was working on my headache (food, asprin, etc), and hopped in the shower. It was very much a weekday, and I am emphasizing DAY. I felt like Cindy. But, at the same time, I felt like the further Cynthia went each time with all this craziness, the more I was like always Cynthia too. With that said, today would be a good test for Cynthia.

I threw on some of my regular clothes. A black logo t-shirt and some black jeans. It a blustery cold winter day, so wearing a fur totally made sense, and I of course chose a white one, as I was meeting with Douglas. Putting the fur on definitely increased the Cynthia vibes, but figuring out a train schedule to Providence, and working all that out was very Cindy-ish.

The train took me to the Providence train station, and I hailed a cab from there to take me to Stumbly motors. I was already in the cab when I realized I should have just commanded Doug to send a car. I guess I wasn’t that experienced a controller of people yet. That made me feel very Cindy-ish.

But then the cab driver seemed to be totally checking me out. He asked me what I did, and I told him I was a hypnotist. That made me feel very Cynthia-ish. He asked if I helped people quit smoking and stuff. I told him no, that I turned them into my obedient servants. He gave a nervous laugh while looking at me in the windshield mirror. I arched an eyebrow, as if to say “what about that do you find funny?”. He was quiet the rest of the short trip. That made me feel very Cynthia-ish. In fact, I was really feeling that was the cab pulled up. I stepped out in front of Stumbly Motors and looked up the building. Doug’s building. But then again, Doug was now mine… so in effect, this building was now mine. Stumbly Motors was now mine.

I fucking loved that…

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Was wondering if there might ever be a chapter 3 of “My life as a Hypno Fur Queen” ?

Yes, I think there will be. That one is quite popular

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Any chance for a chapter 2 to captivated in kansas city? Thanks!

I’d love to. That’s one of my favorites. You are one of the few to ask for it though. What did you like about it? (Thank you btw)

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Hallmark Holiday Hypno

By Hypnofur

PAUL

This all happened because my wife likes the cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies. I’ve always teased her about it. She is the most sophisticated woman I know. Always at the height of fashion and class. She has an ivy league education, yet she watches this low budget, sappy silliness. It was a harmless guilty pleasure, but one I liked to tease her about.

This year, I decided to take her away to one of those overly Christmasy towns they have in the movies she loves. I figured it would be nice little get away from the stress of the holiday planning. We had the means, but shockingly, we also had a free spot in our busy calender. The location I found was in upstate New York. It was even called Holiday Hollow. I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been called Crapsburg or something before all these movies became a thing. Either way, it was smart as hell for them to take advantage of this Hallmark Movie craze.

The trip was all set up, and it was going to be perfect. However, much to my dismay, a last minute work problem required my attention in Manhattan for a few hours each day during our get away. Danielle understood of course. She is a professional as well, so she understands how these things go.

We drove up in the evening. A light snow was falling, and it looked absolutely magical amongst the thousands, actually likely millions, of sparkling white lights that were on every part of the town. There were Christmas trees everywhere, but lights also adorned every light post, railing, awning… it felt as if just about every surface in the town had been touched by the warm electric glow of the holiday. It was really a breath taking entrance, even I had to admit that.

Unfortunately, I had to drive out of the town early the next morning, to take care of business in Manhattan. When I got back to Holiday Hollow a little after 3:00, I found Danielle sitting in the conversation with a group of other people. As I got closer I noticed a salt and pepper haired guy about my age was talking to her. It almost looked like he was trying to whisper into her ear. That triggered a surge of jealousy and alarm. Danielle is a very beautiful woman, and I am always concerned about the attention she gets. I’m about ten years older than her, so I’ll admit, there are likely some insecurities there.

My wife jumped up when she saw me. "Hello Darling," she said, her French accent a bit thicker, as it often was around new people..

"How are you?." Turning to the group she said "This is my husband, Paul." She kissed me on the cheek as I got in and they all said hello. She introduced me to the two couples in the group. Then she turned to the guy who had been chatting her up and said "Niles, this is my husband. Paul, this is Niles."

"Nice to meet you," he said. "I've enjoyed talking to your wife. She's very charming."

"Yes, I know. And beautiful!" I added as I firmly shook his hand. I instantly didn’t like him.

"Yes, gorgeous," he said. "You're a lucky man."

One of the women in the group asked me about what was leading me back to the city during a vacation. We conversed for a bit until the conversation died off. I was then able to steal Danielle back.

I didn’t waste time in expressing my concern over the Niles guy.

“Please, it’s nothing” she said with an eye roll.

"Uh huh. But when I came out here the two of you seemed totally involved with each other, and kind of separate from the rest of the group. He was leaning down to talk to you, almost like he was whispering something to you.

"Come on now! Don’t be ridiculous. He works here. He is a performer." She told me.

"Really, what kind of performer?" I asked.

"Well, he is a hypnotist. That’s what he does for work. He is doing a show here at the resort."

I thought all the breath had been sucked out of my body at once.

DANIELLE

About three years ago, I found my husband’s pornograpy collection. It is every wife’s dream and nightmare. He apparently had a secret kink for hypnotism and mind control. Hypnotist, vampires, evil mind controlling comic book villains. Really silly stuff if I am being honest. I knew from some stories he had, and some chat room logs that I saw that he even fantasized about me being hypnotized.

I find that crazy, because I am pretty sure he would freak out if something like that actually happened. He is such a control freak, and a naturally jealous guy.

Since that day that I found a way into his computer, I have continued to use that snooping ability unbeknownst to him. I watch not only what he does with hypno porn, but also every other thing he looks at. I am much more savvy with computers than he, though his male ego would never let him admit that.

He knew that I loved the Hallmark Holiday movies. You can’t blame me, I am French, we also love Jerry Lewis. There is just something so magical and pure about those movies… so American. (Yes, I know they are largely Canadian). Anyway, I saw him trying to look up towns that resembled those towns to take me for a get away. Despite his flaws, he is truly very sweet and loving.

Using my secret “in” to his computer, I put some suggestions for places at the top of his search. And yes, I found one that had a hypnotist performing. It was Christmas time, and all good boys deserve a gift, do they not?

So, I had this all planned out. No, I wasn’t going to go on stage and be hypnotized for real. First of all, that is rubbish. Second of all, I am well known in New York, and I can’t have that footage popping up on Social Media. But, I figured, just being around it all would make for a romantic holiday for my hypno fetishist husband.

That evening, we were sitting in the picturesque town square looking at the beautiful, albeit over the top Christmas decorations. We had just finished dinner, and were enjoying some hot cocoa in the warm twinkle of the lights on the porch of the restaurant. The comfy love seat we were in had fur blankets so couples could sit and enjoy the Holiday view. I knew romance would be ahead of us as I caressed my husband’s upper thigh beneath the warm fur blanket with my left hand. Suddenly, Niles walked up to us and said hello.

"Hey, I don't want to interrupt anything," he said. "But are you working in the city again tomorrow, Paul?"

"Afraid so," my husband said. "Fortune 500 Board of Directors rarely get the rest the need." He added, making sure Niles knew he was important.

"That's kind of what I thought, so I was wondering if you would mind if I asked Danielle for her help tomorrow with some charity work the hotel is doing. She mentioned earlier that she spends most of her time on philanthropic efforts. .It’s an area I’m not as familiar with. Most of my hypnotism gigs are paid engagements, strict contracts, riders, etc."

As Niles explained all this, I could feel my husband's dick swelling next to my hand on his upper thigh. The thought of me with a hypnotist was certainly affecting him.

Paul kind of stuttered, "Well, um... ha, I don't know That's really up to Danielle. She can decide what she wants to do. It's not really up to me. But if that's what she wants, it's fine ... I guess it's okay with me."

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "I really have planned on doing a lot of reading. I'm just not sure if I should...."

Niles cut me off. "Danielle, we are trying to organize an event where we will raise money for the Holiday Hollow Senior Center. We are having trouble getting off the ground. I’ve offered to perform a hypno show and give the proceeds to them, but that is really all we have so far."

"Maybe, but...."

"Honey, you should go," my husband cut in. "It sounds like fun, and they could really use your expertise"

By now I could feel my husband's dick was almost erect, straining beneath his pants. He was clearly aroused by even the nearness of hypnosis. Thank goodness for the blanket covering him!

"No, I don't think so," I said. "I would have to think about it. Maybe I can get back to you."

"All right, at least that's not a No," Niles said. "Give me your cell number and I will call your phone so you have my number."

I gave him my number and promised I would get back to him.

"Okay you guys, have a good night, I can't wait for your answer," he said as he turned and walked away.

"Oh my God!" my husband said. "Talk about bold! Audacious! That guy has a lot of balls, with me here to ask you for a date! He clearly wants more than help with a charity. He wants to fuck you!"

"First, I am actually very skilled in terms of putting on fund raisers!" I said, reminding him not to downplay my value. "And let's talk about you getting an erection every time hypnosis is mentioned. This turns you on, doesn't it?” I said. I knew I needed to let the cat out of the bag a little bit.

He was shocked when I said this. He stared at me for a moment, likely racking his brain to see if he could find a way out of this admission. Finally, I could see in his eyes that he decided to come clean.

"I know it's crazy, embarrassing! Fuck, it's humiliating! But something about it, and arouses me. It has since high school.” He admitted, maybe for the first time ever out loud.

I could see the shame and vulnerability in his eyes as he told me. I smiled warmly and gave him a loving, gentle kiss on the lips. “Shhhh. It’s ok. Nothing to be ashamed of” I reassured with a whisper in his ear.

Then, I moved to change the subject a bit. “By the way, it is as if we are truly in a Hallmark movie now. I mean, can you help with the Holiday Hollow Senior Center fund raiser, can it get any more Hallmark than that?” I said with a laugh as we got up to make our way back to the inn where we were staying.

Paul laughed too. “No, I guess not”

We approached the theater where Niles was performing. The marquee read read Holiday Hollow Hypno Show, to support the Holiday Hollow Senior center. Starring Master Niles. It was all so hokey. I saw Paul looking at the sign. He was such a.. how do you say… ‘sucker for this stuff’? It was crazy, but cute. I decided to play with it a bit more.

“Actually, can you take a picture of me in front of this? We will look at this and laugh some day” I suggested as I stood in front of this wood circle type sign with a hypno spiral on it. I could see from Paul’s pants that he liked taking the picture though. I didn’t do a sexy pose or anything. That just isn’t me. I just stood there and smiled pleasantly. That seemed to be enough to turn him on like crazy though. It was almost like a secret boudoir shot, that only he saw the eroticism in. Every wife should be so lucky as to take sexy pictures for their husband without a sexy pose or sexy clothes!

We got back to the room, and I freshened up. When I came out (this time legitimately in my sexy clothes - my green satin teddy), he was clearly looking at the pictures of me in front of the spiral sign thing.

Seeing my opportunity, I really capitalized on this. “So, what is it that you like about hypnosis? The idea of a pretty young thing completely under the control of the hypnotist? Is that what you thought about? Have you ever thought of me being hypnotized?” I asked. As all of this talk was happening, we were kissing. He passionately kissed and licked and nibbled his way down my body. Then spreading me open, he ate my pussy like a man possessed. I was moaning and pulling at the sheets, pulling his face into my sex, then exploding in a violent orgasm. Suddenly, he was inside me, hammering me with his hard dick. God I love his dick! And soon he erupted, flooding me with his love juice.

We talked. We rested, had more sex and then fell asleep. In the middle of the night we were at it again. We discussed whether I should go on this charity planning session, or as Paul says, "date", with Niles.

Finally, around 7 am, I reluctantly sent Niles a text saying I would be willing to help him get the fund raiser together.

He immediately shot back with a text about how happy he was, and where to meet him that morning. As Paul left for the city, I could see he was having very mixed feelings about this. Time constraints ushered him out the door, though I wondered how he would possibly be able to concentrate on whatever meeting was calling away his attention.

When I got to the Senior Center, which was sort of the headquarters for the fundraiser, there were about five other people around. I’ll admit, I was glad to see that. Despite the fact that I had downplayed it with Paul, I could tell this guy Niles had a crush on me. It happens a lot. At the risk of being conceited, I am very attractive. Also, my accent drives American men crazy. I have had no lack of suitors, let’s leave it at that. But, I love my husband, and would never stray.

Niles was the perfect gentleman that morning though. He showed me where they were with plans. We talked strategy and ideas. The whole team was blown away with what I considered to be fairly rudimentary party planning fund raising concepts. The NYC philanthropy scene is the major leagues, so to speak. It was easy to knock their socks off in Holiday Hollow.

About three hours later, we were having a coffee break. There were now only two other people outside of Niles and I, and they were off in a different part of the space. Niles and I were having a pleasant, platonic conversation. He said he was surprised my husband didn't object to me coming along with him. I mentioned (not in full detail of course), that Paul had always been a fan of hypnosis.

Niles raised an eyebrow, and then started asking me questions about that. From his line of questioning, I could tell that he was figuring out that Paul was a hypno fetishist. I was trying to change the subject, when he just straight came out and asked me.

"Argh. This is so embarrassing!” I said with my face in my hands. That was basically an admission. “I don’t get it, but he gets really turned on talking about it."

"Well, he is not alone many, many men are really into it. It is a whole thing. Trust me. But why do you say you don’t get it?” Niles asked.

I felt a little trapped. How could I get out of this without embarrassing him. I certainly couldn’t tell him that it was all rubbish, which it is. He could see I was stumbling a little bit.

“You don’t believe in hypnosis” he said with a warm smile.

“It’s not that I just –“ I fumbled.

“Don’t worry” he interrupted graciously. “I hear that all the time. I never blame a sceptic! I know it all seems weird. See, the thing that people don’t understand is hypnosis is driven by imagination, creativity. You can likely understand that, you just gave us a master class in philanthropic creativity.” He said. I smiled at his compliment.

He continued, “Yeah, it speaks to the power of imagination, the power of that creativity. The mind’s ability to create its own reality, to relive a vivid memory, to visualize the immediate future, and to create beautiful things from nothing. Imagination is one of the most powerful tools that we have at our disposal, and it's thanks to it that we can create and experience new things.

Hypnosis uses that imagination, that power, to accomplish things that our regular consciousness can't. In the same way that an engrossing story in book, film, or television can completely capture you, move you to laughter and tears over the fate of a fictional cast, hypnosis can use your imagination to do amazing things.

When most people think of their imagination though, they focus first on the visual sense. A picture inside your head. Next comes sound. A song that gets stuck in your head. A familiar voice. Next is smell and taste together: powerful, vivid senses that can can instantly invoke long forgotten memories or gnaw at you with cravings for a favorite meal.” He told me. He was so smooth, he had clearly explained this before, I could tell he knew this speech like the back of his hand. He must have read it off the internet or something,but the way he was expressing it, it was as if it were his own thesis.

“Last of all is your sense of touch. That's because, most of the time, your mind doesn't really focus on this sense. It's always there, in the background. You can become aware of it, immediately identify the feel and texture of everything in contact with your skin, but most people don't give it much thought or imagination at all.

That makes it fertile ground for us. Because, you see, the sense of touch is the sense of your body, the way it feels. When you are excited you feel it in your chest, in your heartbeat and the butterflies of your stomach and the sweat of your hands. When you are drowsy, you can feel it in the weight of your eyes, the swaying of your head, and the heaviness of your whole body. There isn't a sense that could be better suited for hypnosis. All we need now is your imagination.

So, let's put that imagination to use. We will use symbols. Symbols are like shortcuts for the mind. You get a distinct mental image with plenty of associations and memories when you see a logo, a flag, or religious icon, even if the symbol itself is as simple as a few lines. The images come to you whether you focus on the symbol or not, taking a shortcut through your mind to make you remember and visualize. That is the beginning of their power.

You’ve seen my sign, and I know your husband took a beautiful picture of you in front of it” Niles said. I was so caught up in listening to him, that it caught me off guard. I went to say something, but he kept speaking. “So, you know that I am partial to the spiral. A single black graphic on a white background, curving in towards itself in a lazy circle, spinning, always moving towards the center. When you think of the spiral, images spring forth without any conscious thought to retrieving them. You think of how the spiral spins, even if it is laying still like in my sign. You think of staring into one yourself, remembering those times you might have done so.

You think of the way the spiral appears in the media, instantly drawing whoever looks at it into a deep trance. It were images like this that no doubt captivated Paul when he was young. He must have liked the fantasies and stories where a simple spiral was enough to erode the character's will. You think of the spiral as you go into a deep, heavy trance.

The image of the spiral is powerful, universal, which is why I used it in my promotional pieces. But it is an image. A picture in your mind. Let's make it into something else.

I want you to try something for me, Danielle. I want you to let me take your left index finger, then slowly trace an invisible spiral on your forehead.” He said to me as he gently took my left hand. His hands were warm. I knew it was unusual that he was touching my hand, but he was just so smooth, it was like he was in a rhythm. It was hard to stop that rhythm.

“Just let me use your finger to trace the spiral on your forehead and then focus on that spot, on the feel of your skin. Even after you finish and remove your finger, your skin is sensitive enough that you can still feel where your fingers touched, where the spiral was drawn. And in your mind, you can picture a spiral there, on your forehead. In your imagination, you can see that invisible but dark black spiral spin, and you can imagine it going to work, slowly draining your will.

Focus on that image, that feeling. Let the spiral sharpen, come into focus. Moving, so that one ring becomes two, two becomes three, and so on, as the spiral goes deeper and deeper, never stopping. Just looking at it is enough to hold you still, but this spiral is a part of you, in direct contact with you, and you can feel its power over you.

It relaxes you. Makes your body start to feel heavy. With every breath, you can feel the spiral's power sinking deep inside of you, spreading to your limbs. Slightly numbing you, and making you feel good, better with every breath.

And your eyes. The more power the spiral has, the more you listen to my words. Not just hearing them, but feeling them, each phrase and word, and every time the influence of my words grows stronger and stronger. You can feel my words sinking into your mind in the same way that the spiral is sinking into your body.

Your mind is growing relaxed, unfocused on everything except my words. Letting my words draw you down, deeper and deeper, towards a trance. A trance where your whole body will be completely relaxed. Where you will have a feeling of lazy anticipation, eagerly soaking up words and then effortlessly obeying.

And when you obey Danielle, it will feel so very good. Like sunlight on your skin.

Think about that now. Soaking in the sunlight. Letting it sink into your skin on a perfect day. It feels so good, you don't want to move. You can't resist staying in the light just a little longer. And the longer you stay, the better it feels, the less you think of even stopping.

And everything else just fades away. In the same way that the sun makes the light of the moon and stars fade from the sky, my words make your resistance, any distractions, slowly sink into the background, washed out and powerless.

That's right, sinking down deeper now. Your body has begun feeling so pleasantly warm. My words so enthralling. Just a little further now. Let the spiral take you a little further. Let the warm light take you a little deeper.

And on the count of ten, you will be ready. Ready to listen. Ready to obey Danielle.

One

Two

You know that you're ready. Eager to obey.

Three

Four

Sinking deeper and deeper, my words always make you sink deeper. Five

Six

And it feels so good, being so deep for me.

Seven

Eight

Just letting yourself relax with another deep breath

Nine

And ten.

Good Danielle, I now want your conscious mind to turn off…”

PAUL

When I got back from Manhattan, Danielle was not yet back in the room. That surprised me a bit, especially as the meeting had taken longer than I envisioned. Was she still with Niles? I started to get nervous, and jealous.

I called her cell, nothing. I decided to walk down to the Senior Center, where she had said she was going. Inside, I could see it was just her and Niles. Both were going over some papers or something. Nothing looked amiss, which was good. They greeted me warmly. Danielle asked how the meetings went, etc. She was acting normal. I relaxed a bit.

“How did things go here?” I asked. “Is the Senior Center going to be saved?” I asked. To be honest, I couldn’t remember if the fund raiser was to save it or just help it. Not that I even cared too much.

“It will, thanks to Danielle. She is amazing!” Niles beamed. Yup. There we go. This dude was totally into her. I didn’t like this.

“Master Niles is the amazing one!” she quickly retorted with a million watt smile. Wait, Master Niles?

“Well, we make a great team. I think the Holiday Hollow Senior Center will have the best Christmas ever!” he said, as if directly out of those cheesy movies. I was stuck on the Master Niles part though. I could tell that he could see that. He had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Alright Darling, you must be famished”, Danielle said as she went to grab her coat. Ok, looks like we were leaving, a good thing no doubt. She put her fur coat on and flipped her long blonde hair over it.

I glanced at Niles, he still had a smug look on his face as he went to the Christmas tree next to him and grabbed a candy cane off the branch. I could tell something was up as he unwrapped the plastic coating. He looked at me, but spoke to my wife as he sat down on the chair next to him and rested the candy cane on his upper thigh. “Danielle, come lick this candy cane. You will love it. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” He said calmly and firmly.

Much to my shock, my wife, my sophisticated, ivy league educated, executive wife instantly replied with “Yes Master Niles” as she knelt down next to this stranger and started going to town on the candy cane which was down by this guys crotch. I was absolutely stunned.

“Danielle, what the fuck?” I exclaimed. She paused momentarily, but didn’t stop. I couldn’t believe it.

“Good Danielle. This pleases me. Now, Paul, as you may have guessed, I did indeed hypnotize Danielle today. Incredibly deeply as a matter of fact.” The asshole told me, as my wife went to town on the candy cane protruding from his lap. “I know all about your hypnosis fetish, and don’t worry – I’ve hooked you up. Now I am going to ask you to transfer $100,000 to my account. When you have done that, I can bring your life somewhat back to normal… at least depending on which suggestions you want me to keep in place.” He said calmly.

“Bull fucking shit!” I told him. No way I was about to be blackmailed, or exploited, or whatever the fuck this was.

“Danielle, kiss me” he said. My wife, my loving wife, my faithful partner, slowly stroked her hands up his chest and mounted him in the chair as she slowly and passionately started making out with him. Her hands went up to the back of his head and played with his hair. It was incredibly sensual. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all. I grabbed her and pulled her off of him.

She didn’t struggle, but as soon as I let go a little bit, she started going back to him. What the fuck? He saw this and laughed. Now enraged, I grabbed a lamp off the table. I was going to beat him to death with it. He saw this too.

“Ok, ok. Danielle, go with Paul. Tell him what happened. I will be in contact with you later. Paul, I’m confident I’ll be hearing from you soon.” he laughed.

I could tell this wasn’t going to be easy. I really had no idea what I was going to do. I guess I was glad that Danielle wasn’t actively fighting me on the way out. I don’t know how I would have handled that. Instead, I was able to get her to the car. I raced back to the hotel, and brought her upstairs to our room. My mind raced, I had to think protection. I had to keep him away from her. Clearly, I needed to leave Holiday Hollow.

Danielle was just sitting on the edge of the bed. Completely content, just staring out the window. It was so fucking weird, she wasn’t looking at her phone or anything. I started packing up our things. I heard the ding her phone makes when she get a text. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket, and looked at. She immediately rose from the bed, not saying a word to me or acknowledging me. She grabbed her satin green teddy from the suitcase and went into the bathroom.

Shit! He’s controlling her from her phone! As she was slipping n the teddy, I went to her coat where she had put her phone back in her pocket. I looked at her text. It was from Master Niles (at least that is how he was now listed in her phone), it read. “Put on something sexy and come to me. I’m at the hotel across from the theater.”

I texted back, not with a plan, but out of pure fear/frustration. “Fuck you asshole.” Shit. I should have thought that through more. What if he comes here? I needed some help, just enough to let me figure out how to get out of here with her. I looked in the bathroom, Danielle was applying her make up. She came out and grabbed her fur coat and put it on. She was putting her boots on, she was really going to leave!

Her phone was still in my hand. I had an idea, I bolted out of the room and slammed the door. The inn was old, and had a noisy old ice machine that was right outside our room. I had been bitching about it the whole time, because it made ice in noisy batches throughout the night. Pulling the plug from the wall, and using all my might, I moved the ice machine in front of our room door. There is no way Danielle would be able to move that.

I knew I had a few minutes, but I also looked like a psycho. If any of the inn guests saw that I was keeping my wife locked in my room with an ice machine they’d call the cops. I had to hurry. I went down stairs to the front desk and starting handing out $100 bills. My natural tendency was to use money to help my out of jams, and this was no different. I told the bell hop, the front desk kid, and a maintenance guy that they had to keep Niles away from here at all costs until my wife and I were gone. If they could do that, I’d hook them up with more cash.

They all agreed, but the front desk kid looked nervous. I asked him what was up, he said that Niles just called our room, and he put him through to my wife. He said he was sorry and he didn’t know, blah blah blah.

I raced back up to the room. The door to our room was open, she must have tried to get out. I could now hear noises coming from the room. Still grateful there didn’t seem to be any other guests around, I slowly made my way to the ice machine barricade, not knowing what was happening. As I got closer, I could hear soft moans coming from our room. My heart rate increased along with the bulge in my pants at just the sound of her moans. I hated myself for that, but I’m a guy, and we react to female sexual noises. The door was only slightly open. Peering around the ice machine, and through the gap in the door I could see that my wife was laying on the bed still in her satin teddy and sable fur coat. She was massaging her breast with one hand as the other was down between her legs. Her fingers were slowly rubbing the her mound. She was clearly lost in some sort of hypnotic command to masturbate. Her legs began to open wider as her moans became louder. The hand between her legs was moving the length of her slit. I could see her wetness on her fingers and the look of bliss on her face as she continued rubbing herself.

I knew I should just throw her over my shoulder and into the car. But I wanted to watch just for another minute. I moved the ice machine from the door way and quietly went inside, closing the door behind me. This was so unlike Danielle. She was sophisticated, conservative. She had never masturbated while I watched. I couldn't help myself. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock. I slowly stroked its length as I watched my deeply hypnotized wife. As her one hand would squeeze her perfect breasts the other was making circular motions on her labia. Faster movements and louder moans came from her as she worked herself toward orgasm. Both hands were now feverishly working her as she spread the lips open and teased the opening of her vagina. Fingers working in unison rubbing her opening and her button as her eyes were closed in the pleasure of the moment. I got closer to her, dropping my pants as I went. At no time did she slow her assault on her pussy. Her wetness increased more and more as her fingers continued their work. I reached and touched her soft, smooth leg making her gasp while I kept stroking my cock. Reaching for her, I slowly dragged my fingers up her inner thigh lightly touching the skin stopping short of the area her fingers were still feverishly working. I could sense she was close to her orgasm. Her breathing increased and her moaning became louder. The sight of her was incredible, and knowing that it was hypnosis that brought her here was more than I could handle. I could take no more. I reached for her and squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples causing another gasp to escape her mouth. Lowering my mouth I began kissing her neck moving to her face kissing and licking as I went. I placed my mouth over hers and our tongues met. She reached for my hardness and used the soft fur of her sable coat to massage my cock. She had done that before (when I have bought her furs) and it is otherworldly levels of pleasure. Her other hand never slowed its movement on her pussy, taking her to the point of no return. Moments passed and our breathing became heavy and the sounds of love louder. I continued rubbing her breasts while she rubbed her vagina at a feverish pace with one hand and fur stroked my cock with the other. Finally we reached our limits. I let out a loud moan as I began to cum like never before spurting time and time again. I sensed her time was near. I opened my eyes to watch her body tremble as she screamed when her orgasm over took her. As she climaxed she yelled out something about being Master Niles’ hypnotized slave, and that he owned her. I’ll spare the details from there. Let’s just say I was soon transferring $100k. Within a month, I started wishing that Hallmark made Valentine’s Day movies…I craved another adventure like we had in Holiday Hollow.

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Friendsgiving

by Hypnofur

I’ve been with Julia for six years, so I knew that look well. It was the look that told me I was in big trouble. Maybe it was the “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed in you” look. Whatever it was, I knew it was not good for me.

“Jules, it was weird, I know, but let’s not let it ruin the Holiday”, I pleaded. The holiday in question was Thanksgiving, or “Friendsgiving” as it was this year. Julia’s parents were taking advantage of the recently loosened travel restrictions and had gone overseas. They told Julia she was welcome to host her Manhattan friends for Thanksgiving at their opulent Connecticut estate. Julia was very into the idea. We had done Friendsgivings for the last few years, with this exception of Covid of course.

All of our (her) cool, swanky friends were invited. She told me I could invite whomever I wanted, but we both knew that wasn’t really the case. However, she was quite surprised when I told her that I was bringing Douglas, one of the guys from my firm. Frankly, I was surprised I was inviting Douglas too. He was a few years older than us, and frankly a little off-putting. I had been working long hours with him on a case over the last few weeks. I don’t even know how I got the idea, it just sort of happened.

“It wasn’t just weird Bryce, it was wrong!” Julia said in an ice cold, stern tone. Those were the worst ones. All the guests had now left, headed back to the city, so the pleasant façade was gone.

“Jules, we got hypnotized. It was a party trick. We are fine now. It was no big deal.” I told her, hoping she’d buy it.

“We are not fine now. I was embarrassed in front of my friends” she said. This time with a bit more passion. I could tell she was upset.

“Jules, most, if not all, of them went under too. Douglas is very talented.” I reassured.

“That’s not all Bryce!” She said in a loud whisper. If you’ve ever heard a loud whisper, you know what I mean. “I’m still thinking things…”

“What does that mean, what are you thinking?” I asked, a bit confused at this point.

“Like, gross things. Well, things that should be gross. Damn it Bryce!” she said in frustration.

“Jules, what are you talking about?” I asked.

“I keep thinking about him… like finishing… on my face” she said in a quiet whisper.

“Jules, he didn’t do that. There is nothing on your face!” I tried to explain.

“I know. That’s the problem. Argh. I don’t want to talk about it!” she said with a pout and an arm cross.

My head was spinning as I was trying to catch up. Then it dawned on me. Was Julia saying she wanted Douglas to come on her face? That was outrageous. This was my soon to be fiancée. The thought of some other guy cumming on her face, her gorgeous face. And the fact that it would be Douglas, the weird guy from my work doing it. The weird, powerful hypnotist guy. Maybe the only one who could control my rich, sophisticated, over educated, snobby girlfriend with his irresistible hypnotic control. The thought of how her face would look with his cum all over it made my dick stir. Well, more than stir.

Unfortunately, I was wearing the stupid thin fabric designer pants that she had gotten me. Goddamnit, why couldn’t I just wear regular guy clothes!! She could see my… reaction.

“Bryce!” she yelled. “Are you getting excited?” she whispered.

“Jules, no. …I mean. No”

“I can see your thing tenting” she said.

I thought I was going to die of either embarrassment or shame. “Jules, I –“

“It’s not just you.” She said quietly.

I didn’t get it. “What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes, annoyed with my lack of understanding. “I’m… reacting to it as well”

“Like, you are getting wet?” I clarified untactfully.

“Bryce!” she snapped back. That wasn’t a denial.

We were in silence for a moment. Both at a loss for what to say. Both trying to deny the thoughts that were running through our head.

“Do you think he hypnotized you to bring him here? To get to me?” Julia asked.

While I wasn’t surprised that she thought this was all about her, I started to wonder if she was on to something. “Maybe?”

“Wow, so he’s just been hypnotizing you at work?” she asked. “Like you get to just drift off into his velvety voice all day everyday. Into a beautiful hypnotic trance, just so he could get to me. It was all for me…” she said as her voice drifted off. Was she mad? Or honored? What the fuck was going on?

“Jules. Whatever it was, it’s now over. He’s gone. I’ll talk to my boss on Monday and try to get on another case.” I told her.

“Yeah. Yes. Ok. Right.” Julia agreed, distracted. There was another pause of silence between us. Then she added, “I mean, he clearly hypnotized me to want to have him cum on my face, right? That’s the only reason I want it so bad. That, and that I know it would please him.”

More silence.

“I mean, I would look ridiculous with cum on my face, right? It would be so awful for you to see that, right? I mean, I would never, ever let you…” she said, before trailing off.

I swallowed hard as I felt the fabric of my pants tent more. She looked down at my crotch. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was an incoming text. I took it out to look at it, and the first thing I noticed was the time. It was about 10pm. Where had the afternoon gone? Oh shit, how long were we all under hypnosis? I think we were finishing dinner around 3, now it was 10? It felt like no time at all. I got a pit in my stomach as my phone recognized my face in order to let me see the text. It was from Douglas.

‘I’m at the front door, let me in’ it read. My feet starting reacting before my head even knew what they were doing. I headed out of the study and to the front door. I opened it and Douglas came in.

Julia had followed me. “Bryce, what are you…” she asked from the foyer, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him.

“You shouldn’t be here” she said quietly.

Douglas laughed and handed me his coat. “Hang this up” he told me, and again my body automatically complied with his directive. It was a simple one, but it showed that he was planning to stay for a while. I knew this wasn’t good for us.

“Are you sure you don’t want me here?” Douglas asked Julia, looking her deep in the eyes.

“I-I… you did something” she said.

“Indeed I did. I hypnotized you. Very deeply in fact. And, I think you loved being deeply hypnotized by me, didn’t you?” he asked with a devious smile.

Julia just looked at him wide eyed and swallowed hard. Her silence served as acknowledgement.

“I bet you’d like to be hypnotized again. Though, I bet there is something you want even more.” He said.

This was going too far. I had to step in. “Look, Douglas, I think that you should – “ I started.

“Go sit in the chair in the corner. Be quiet. Don’t move until I tell you to” he said to me, and again my body was quick to follow the direction. Julia watched me with terror.

Douglas noticed the look in her eyes, I could see that he enjoyed that. “Oh yes Julia, he does as I command. He is my servant. I have used my wonderful, magical, hypnotic voice to enchant and enslave him. How do you feel about that Julia?” he said, laying his hypnotist voice on thick.

Her eyes were still wide. She said nothing.

“I know you are attracted to my voice Julia. You absolutely love the sound of my voice. It’s as if you’ve found something you’ve always been missing. I know you are intensely attracted to it Julia. You are attracted to its power. You’ve always been attracted to power, haven’t you Julia?” he said, slowly moving closer to her.

My eyes shifted to her. She was still just staring at him, but then I saw it… a small nod. A small affirmation that what he was saying rang true. My heart sank.

“Yes Julia, you are attracted to power, and right now, you can tell that my hypnotic power is almost limitless, thus, you are finding yourself absolutely, totally, and hoplessly attracted to me. I am irresistible.” Douglas said confidently. My fiancee’s eyes never left his.

“You are under my power Julia. You are under my hypnotic power. I am irresistible, and you can not resist me. You know that, don’t you?” he said, his arousal now undeniable. As he reached out and held her shoulders.

“yes” she whispered in a small voice

He smiled at her words and she seemed stunned when he suddenly took his hands off her and stepped away and started undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper and her eyes lingered on the obvious bulge in his boxers as she heard him say, "Get down on your knees!"

Julia was a Yale educated, wealthy, very conservative, very WASPy princess. This had to be the line. This had to be what would awaken her from her hypnotic trance. She had never, ever been on her knees for me, nor would I have ever even thought to ask. Yet, to my shock, without hesitation she dropped down in front of him, watching intently as he freed his rock hard cock and began to stroke it close to her face.

I couldn’t believe the hypnotic power Douglas had. I knew full well her face had never, ever been that close to a penis before.

“You’ve never been this attracted to a man before, Julia. I am sexual perfection. A sexual god. You want to worship me, serve me. Anything to please me. It is a new level of sexual desire that you have never experienced. You want my cum more than you’ve ever wanted anything. You need it. You lust for it.”

She licked her lips and the sight of his cock. Of their own volition her hands strayed to her soaking pussy. She was starting to pant as she stared at his thick shaft sliding between his fingers and seeing her lust filled look, he wound a hand slowly into her hair and pulled her head closer to touch his swollen tip to her eager lips. She sighed and stretched out her tongue to swirl it softly over his big cockhead, looking up at him as she started lick. He moaned softly as his hand tightened in her hair and she knew what he wanted now. She pulled her head back a little, licking her lips once again before opening wide as he smiled and shoved his cock into her hot, wet, hungry mouth, grunting in pleasure when she closed her lips round him and began to suck happily. I had no idea if she had any clue was she was even doing, but it seemed to feel good for him. She was moaning in pleasure as his cock, now slippery and glistening from her saliva slipped back and forth between her lips, rubbing her once sharp tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft. She bobbed her head taking him as far as she could into her throat on the down stroke and swirling her tongue around his tip on the up. Her fingers were still pistoning into her aroused pussy and the taste of was making her wetter still. His head was thrown back, his fingers digging into her scalp as he held her head and felt her move on him. The wet heat of her mouth, her caressing tongue and her sounds of pleasure were more than enough to bring him to climax and realizing she was almost there too he pulled her head back so that his cock slipped from between her lips. He smiled at her moan of disappointment and quickly wrapping his fingers around his pulsing shaft he started to jerk off over her.

He could see her hand working in her pussy, her head was tilted up to him, her eyes wide and little whimpers of need escaped from her open, panting mouth. He saw her start to shake as her orgasm rolled through her and his balls tightened and within seconds he was spraying her pretty lust filled face with a load of steaming viscous cum. It spurted over her cheeks and chin and into her waiting mouth. As soon as she felt him splash onto her skin she stuck her tongue out wanting to taste him, wanting to swallow as much of his hot creamy cum as she could get into her before he was spent.

Then there she was, my fiancée the rich ice queen, basking in delight as his cum was all over his face. The joy of this seemed to bring her to orgasm right there and then. That was only the beginning. She served him sexually and in every other way for the entire weekend, as he deeply, deeply, hypnotically programmed her. We broke up around Christmas. He met her family around Valentine’s Day. They weren’t supportive at first, as they both liked me and disliked him, but eventually he must have gotten to each one of them. They are now married and living in that Connecticut estate. Her parents, her sibling, and myself are all deep under Douglas’ control, and go often for “programming parties”

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Happy Halloween, from Hypnofur

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The Peloton, The Prius, & The Party: A Halloween Story (by Hypnofur)

The Peloton: This story really starts at Memorial Day. Well, the small Memorial Day Cook Out that Isabella DiMartino and her husband John threw. It was a small crowd, but there were a few unexpected guests. Derrick, a friend of John’s brother ended up coming with his new girlfriend. The new girlfriend was very pretty, and wore a sexy sun dress. All of the guys were all goofy around her, because they were so taken with her. John included. He wasn’t inappropriate, by any means, but Isabella could tell he thought the girl was hot. Isabella had always been chubby. Lots of pasta dishes and canolis will do that. As usual during the cook out, Isabella was complemented over and over again for her amazing cooking and her great hostess skills. All the while, the not invited pretty girl, Ava, was really the hit of the party. It was at that moment that Isabella decided to buy a Peloton.

She started working out each morning, and the schedule very much agreed with her. She soon changed her diet as well. John lost 10 pounds just from the change in her cooking. However, John wasn’t really trying to lose weight. He had always liked Isabella the way she was. (And he LOVED her cooking). However, he was a good husband, and he supported her new passion for fitness… though he secretly hoped it would be short lived.

The Prius: The second catalyst in this story is John’s Prius. Well, it is really more about the box truck that hit his Prius on September 15th. The collision pushed his small electric car off a bridge. Not a massive bridge like the Golden Gate, but a small bridge over a little river. The car went into the river, with John inside.

He was fine, outside of a busted wrist and some bruises. However, his Prius, and his I phone were not. Between insurance and confusion with an apple id, it took him a month to get a car and his phone back. When he finally logged in, he saw a ton of messages and texts. That included an invite to a Halloween party from his brother’s friend Derrick, the one who had the smokeshow girlfriend (Ava). John secretly wondered what sexy costume she would be wearing for Halloween. He decided he wanted to go to that party.

The Party: Isabella felt like she was going to cry when John told her about the last minute get together. She had just gotten home, and John had called from the car. He could tell in her voice that she was very upset, though he had no idea why. He didn’t see it as such a big deal.

But, John didn’t realize how jealous Isabella had been of Ava at the Memorial Day Cookout. Nor did he realize how Isabella had been planning to wear a sexy Halloween costume herself this year. She was a good Catholic, Italian American girl. She always had been. The pudgy, trusted friend who was a great cook. Like all women, she knew that Halloween was the one time of the year that good girls could dress kind of slutty and get away with it. Hence, she had been planning to get a fairly sexy costume together since she started realized how great her body looked at the end of the summer.

Then came John’s accident. The worry, the constant rides to each other’s work, the fighting with the Apple Store people. It had been a whirlwind of a month, and she hadn’t been able to go to the Spirit of Halloween store and try some things on to figure out what she was going to wear. Now, with what was turning out to be a surprise Halloween party that was an hour away and likely the only one they’d get invited to all season, she was realizing that she had blown her opportunity.

She was kicking herself for not just buying something online. However, her first foray into that had not worked well. She bought some leather pants that were tighter and shinier than she was ready for, and she bought some high heeled shoe things that were waaay higher than she thought they were going to be. It was when those arrived that she realized that she had to see things in the store.

But, the Sprit of Halloween store was like 45 minutes away. Long Island traffic on a Friday night in October was crazy, she’d never make there and back in time. Nevermind actually having time to try something on and feel good about it. She felt a tear of frustration and defeat roll down her cheek.

She called John to tell him that they couldn’t go, but when he picked up the phone, she could hear the excitement in his voice. “I heard Derick’s place is awesome. The have a DJ!” he said excitedly, “I bet he is just having this party so he can show off that girlfriend of his! I wonder what she’ll be wearing?” John laughed.

“By the way Is, I’ll never make it home to Farmingdale and then to Dereck’s place in Garden City. Can you meet meet me there? Hey, can you also just like cut up two sheets for us? We can just go as ghosts. It won’t be exciting, but it will get the job done.” He asked.

That was it. John had inadvertently triggered his wife. Her Italian temper got the best of her. She hopped in the shower. She did her make up more dramatic than she had ever done it in her life. Her thick, black hair totally cooperated, as if it knew what was at stake. She pulled on the tight leather pants and checked out her ass in the mirror. She was shocked at how good her it looked. ‘Man, the Peloton was worth it’ she thought. She grabbed a black, satin Victoria’s Secret Bra. She knew she couldn’t just wear that. Looking in her closet, she saw a black faux fur vest. She threw that on over the bra. No shirt, just the faux fur vest and a bra. She then put a belt around it to show off her tiny waist. Lucky, she had a head band with some cat ears on it from a few Halloweens ago. By wearing that, she could claim this slutty black outfit was some kind of cat costume. She finished it off by grabbing the ridiculously high heels.

With that, she stumbled out the door, holding on to things around the house for balance as she left. The heels made it impossible to walk. How did girls like Ava walk in these?

Isabella wasn’t the only one thinking about Ava as the party began. Pretty much all the guys invited to the party couldn’t wait to see what her costume was going to be. John was no different. His work was closer to Garden City than his home in Farmingdale where Isabella was leaving from. He scanned the group of parked cars as he arrived and realized her car was not among them. He had gotten to the party before she did, which he was glad about as he figured he could sneak a few extra glances at whatever sexy thing Ava was wearing without being caught by his wife.

“Bubba!” everyone yelled as he entered Derrick’s very cool condo. They had called him Bubba for years, since he was a lineman on the North Bellmore football team. He was only one year older than his brother, Vincent, and most of Vinnie’s friends had become his friends. Derrick was part of that crew. They had all been to John and Isabella’s wedding, etc.

“Dude, where is your costume?” Vinnie asked to his brother as soon as he walked in.

“Izz is going to bring something.” John replied, his eyes scanning for Ava.

“Bro, bad news.” Vinnie added. “Ava dumped Derrick. She met an Islander.”

“An Islander? Like a hockey player?” John asked, stunned and disappointed.

“Yeah. Derrick is crushed. Don’t bring it up.” Vinnie said. Of course John wouldn’t. All the friends in the group had been warned. They were all trying to be sensitive about it.

However, Derrick’s neighbor, who was simply known as Timmons, was not warned. Nor was he sensitive. Timmons was a tall, thin, nerdy man who was always trying to hang around with Derrick, despite being ten years older than most of the crew. He had also become terribly infatuated with Ava over the last few months. Not surprising, but Timmons wasn’t exactly subtle about it.

He also wasn’t subtle about the fact that he was very, very disappointed that Ava wouldn’t be coming around any longer. John and Vinnie’s friends were annoyed by Timmons lack of empathy towards Derrick, but they also couldn’t help but laugh about how Timmons seemed more broken up then the actual guy that got dumped. Truthfully, they never understood why Derrick hung out with him so much.

Soon the shots of cool guy whiskey came out. John was up for it, as he knew Isabella could drive him home in her car, and they could pick up his later. The drink was flowing, and so was the laughter. Lots of jokes about John’s Prius in the river. The Prius had always been a source of wicked joy to John’s friends. Big guy in a little car and all that.

The laughter stopped dead as Isabella walked in the condo though. It was like the record scratch trope. Everyone just stopped and looked at her. Jaws open. They couldn’t believe what pudgy, lovable Isabella looked like tonight in her black leather pants, fur vest/satin bra combo, and crazy high heels.

John just stared openly. He was absolutely shocked. He knew she was getting in shape, and that she had been looking great in her jeans, but he never imagined she would look like this. The rest of his friends played it right and tried not to stare at their buddy’s wife. Their eyes were anywhere but on Isabella.

John approached her and told her she looked amazing. She was so nervous walking in. His support really helped. They laughed about how she basically couldn’t walk at all in the heels and she gave him his cut out “ghost sheet”. John looked around and saw his friends keep sneaking glances, much like they used to with Ava, but they were really trying to be good. He appreciated that.

Timmons, however, had no idea who Isabella and John were, and didn’t care. He was thrilled to see another hottie come to the party. He went up and introduced himself. John made sure to let the tall weirdo know that Isabella was his wife. Timmons again didn’t care.

Isabella tried to be nice. “Cool costume. Are you a circus ring leader or something?” she asked. He had on a purple and green old time tuxedo type thing, with a large purple top hat. The top hat had a black and white spiral on it. Timmons went into some big long explanation of how he was some comics supervillain that most people wouldn’t know because he hadn’t made it into the movies.

Thankfully, one of the crew came and rescued them and brought them into the party mix. Isabella was less disappointed than the others about the Ava news. She was actually having a great time, despite the fact that she couldn’t stand up in the heels. Eventually, she was just sitting on some steps at the front interior entry way to Derrick’s swank bachelor pad as the guys drank.

Timmons wasn’t drinking though. He was…reassessing. For months, he had been planning tonight. Tonight was supposed to be the night that he would live his fantasy of getting the beautiful Ava deep under his hypnotic control. However, due to the stupid Islanders hockey player, that wouldn’t be happening. Timmons was still angry, but as he looked at Isabella sitting there on the steps, he realized maybe he didn’t need to punt on his entire plan.

The tall lanky man looked over at Derrick, laughing with his friends. They were such a sophomoric bunch. He pulled out his phone and texted the host:

Derrick, tell everyone it is time for the hypnosis demonstration

As soon as Derrick heard the special text notification sound that was now associated with Timmons’ texts, he immediately stopped laughing and took the phone out of his pocket. He texted back right away.

Yes Lord Timmons. As you command.

Derrick immediately sprung into action. “Hey guys, did you know Timmons is a hypnotist? It is cool as hell when you see it live!” he announced. His friends looked at each other, each taken aback by the out of nowhere comment.

“Yeah, he did it at this cool party that he brought me too. It was wild. Timmons, dude, you should do it tonight!” Derrick pushed.

“What, oh no. I couldn’t. No one wants to see that” Timmons feigned as he waved Derrick off. But as previously directed, the host insisted. Soon Timmons brought out his specially designed hypno wheel, and played a special melodic tune through Derrick’s Sonos system, which he was already synched to.

As she sat on the hardwood steps, Isabella found this all very strange. This Timmons guy was weird, and for all the time she knew Derrick, she had never known him to act like this. In truth, she was hoping the party would end soon. As the drinks flowed, the guys from the crew were having a harder and harder time keeping their glances subtle. While she always thought she would have loved the attention, it was a bit unsettling tonight, with her in this crazy outfit.

Meanwhile, Timmons finished setting up his giant hypno wheel as his special music continued to play. He had the volume pretty loud. The hypno wheel was really just a black and white spiral that spun. Isabella sat quietly and watched as the Hypno wheel turned. She could barely hear the wise cracks of the crew over the melodic music as the disk spun around and around. It was kind of like watching a record label spin on the turntable of a stereo… except it was more interesting, more fascinating than a record. A lot more fascinating.

Not that it was working to entrance her, of course. ‘This dumb thing and creepy guy can’t hypnotize me’, Isabella thought to herself.

But it was incredible to watch, she reflected—the way the spiral seemed to become larger, as though it were drawing her in. Surrounding her. Becoming the only thing she could see, as the music and his voice were the only things she could hear, the only thing she could think about, the only thing she wanted to think about.

She was truly enveloped by it all, ‘But’, she said firmly to herself, ‘it’s not like this guy could actually hypnotize me.’

It’s not like this guy could actually hypnotize me… It’s not like… This guy could actually hypnotize me… This guy could actually hypnotize me… This guy—could actually hypnotize me… This guy could—hypnotize me… Could…hypnotize me… Hypnotize me… Hypnotize me… Hypno…tize…me… Hyp…no…tiz…

Isabella sat staring at the spinning Hypno wheel, her face and body as still as a statue. The drunk crew didn’t notice her as the Hypnodisk took her deeper into trance. They were too concerned with making fun of Timmons as the pretty Italian wife was oblivious to everything outside of her own mind, the spiral of black and white and Timmons voice was the only thing that mattered.

The crew’s jokes were getting louder, as they thought the whole schtick was a bust. Their laughter quieted as Timmons approached the entranced Isabella. It was only at this point that they were starting to wonder if he had gotten her under his sway.

“Isabella, you hear only my voice. Only my voice matters. Do you understand?” he asked her.

She remained completely still. “Yes, I understand.”

It was the sexiest thing Timmons had ever heard. Her voice was soft and still, like the coo of a dove.

“Yes, that’s it. Just listen to my voice, and follow my suggestions. You are hypnotized, deeply hypnotized, in fact, and you love being hypnotized, don’t you?”

“Yes….”, she agreed passively.

“Yes, You love being hypnotized, and listening to my voice while being hypnotized. And as long as you continue to listen to my voice, and follow my suggestions and commands, you will remain in this deep hypnotic trance you love so very much. Do you understand?”

She paused, then, “Yes.”

“Very good. Now I want you to repeat these suggestions as I say them—and as you do, they will become an essential part of your way of thinking—they will become an essential part of your way of life. And as you repeat my suggestions, and stare into the spinning Hypno wheel, you will become more deeply hypnotized, more willing to follow my suggestions and commands, because you love being so deeply hypnotized. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Isabella answered, more firmly this time.

The crew definitely wasn’t laughing anymore, they were starting to realize that Isabella might just actually be hypnotized by this tall, creepy stranger. Despite his drunken haze, John was starting to become concerned about this little parlor trick.

“You have been deeply hypnotized by Lord Timmons.”

“I have been deeply hypnotized by Lord Timmons”

“You love Lord Timmons hypnotic control and hypnotic power”

“I love Lord Timmons hypnotic control and hypnotic power”

At this point, John intervened. “What the hell man?” he slurred angrily towards Timmons.

Timmons laughed it off. “Ok, ok. I’ll get to the fun stuff” he said, seeming to relent. John was still wary, but relented a bit.

From there Timmons played off of Isabella’s loose interpretation of a cat costume. He had her crawl around on the floor and “meow”. All the guys watched Isabella’s now very toned ass sexily sway in her leather pants. Even John paused for a moment, as he had never seen his dear wife’s body quite move in this way, however, when he started talking about how badly the ‘kitten wanted her cream’, John had seen enough. He grabbed the guy by the lepels of his stupid ring leader costume and demanded this be over right then.

Timmons knew he wasn’t a fighter. He obliged and awoke Isabella. John and the crew figured gave Timmons a dirty look and asked Derrick ‘what was with this guy?’. But soon the drink flowed again and the laughter came back.

Timmons was annoyed that he couldn’t do more with the beautiful Isabella in that setting, but he figured outsmarting this group of dullards in order to continue his dastardly plan would be child’s play. He took out his phone and texted Derrick: ‘Get really sad about Ava’

With that, Derrick’s eyes welled up. He started crying in the middle of Tommy’s story about the time Teddy stole a fishing boat. The crew didn’t really know how to react. Despite the fact that they had been friends for years, 99% of their interaction had been teasing each other or talking about dumb guy things. Empathy and support were hard for them. They all looked at each other as Derrick broke down.

Timmons acted fast, pulling out his phone and texting the sobbing man. ‘Go to Isabella, ask if she can be a shoulder to cry on. Bring her upstairs.”

Despite his heavy crying, Derrick still checked his phone when the special tone went off. He read the text and complied. His friends, including John, were happy that he went to Isabella. This was really more of a situation that a female would be better handling. The guys were all ill equipped for this sort of emotional intelligence.

When crying Derrick and supportive Isabella got into the room, Timmons was already there. His plan had worked perfectly. Soon he had Isabella, and Derrick, back in a deep trance. She was absorbing his words and his commands in her receptive, hypnotized mind.

Despite the fact that he was drunk and having a good time with his friends, John was still mad about the whole Timmons hypnotism thing. Who did that guy think that he was? You can’t just take control of someone’s wife like that! Especially on the night when she looks hotter than she ever looked in her life. That dude was probably just a creep. John glared in the direction Timmons had been. He wasn’t there. John scanned the room. No sign of him. He started to get nervous.

John excused himself from the conversation, and poked his head in the kitchen, looking for the lanky jerk. No sign of him. He checked the bathrooms, both were open. Maybe he was outside getting a smoke? John went to both the front and back doors of the condo, but found nothing. He was sobering up quickly as his adrenaline started to pump.

Meanwhile, up in Derrick’s bedroom, with the door closed, Timmons was completely focused on Isabella. “More and more aroused as you hear the sound of my hypnotic voice. I am the sexiest, most powerful, erotic man you have ever met. My hypnotic power arouses you more than anything in the world. You are more aroused than you’ve ever been be---“ he said as the door got kicked in.

“What the fuck!” John yelled.

Timmons panicked. He knew he was about to get his ass kicked. “Derrick, attack him!” he shouted. Derrick immediately awoke from his trance like state and pounced on John. However, John had a significant size advantage and easily through the host to the side of the room.

The crew had clearly heard this disturbance, as they were just downstairs. They all rushed up to see what the problem was. During their entrance, Timmons had wisely snuck out the window. All the condos in this complex were built the same, so he knew full well that there was a small roof on the other side of the window, that lead to another small roof area and ultimately a clean escape from the large jealous husband.

Isabella had never been woken from her trance. She was barely responding to John. Their friend Tommy, who was three years sober, and thus hadn’t been drinking, offered to drive Isabella and John home. John was grateful, and took him up on the offer. It was a silent and surreal ride home. Upon arrival, John thanked Tommy, but told him he could take it from there. He helped Isabella inside the house and to the couch, as she was still pretty foggy. Figuring one of them needed to be of clear mind, he went to the kitchen to get himself some coffee. He had bought her a Keurig for Christmas last year. It was one of the only kitchen appliances he knew how to use.

Isabella had never been awoken from her erotic hypnotic trance. She was still very much feeling the affect. In fact, she could feel the wetness between her legs as her hands caressed the soft leather of her tight pants. She inched ever so closer to her warm pussy. John saw this from the kitchen, as he almost spilled his coffee. This slow self-seduction was driving both her and her voyeur husband wild. Her delicate hands were slowly and seductively touching not only her leather clad legs, but her faux fur vest over her breasts, and her long, now slender neck.

John had never seen her move so… erotically. He had been so turned on by watching her move so sexually during the hypnosis show. Still drunk, John had shed all inhibition and was soon fisting his penis in anticipation of what might happen next as he watched her from the doorway of the kitchen. Isabella, for her part, was on the verge of doing something similar as she took off her boots and leather pants.

Still lost in the erotic haze of Timmon’s spell, she was lightly massaging her inner thighs. Her fingers danced around the outer rim of her pussy lips, rounding closer to their goal with every stroke. With a deep sigh, Isabella slid her fingers below the waistband of her panties, in almost unison John gave the same deep sigh. He had never seen his sweet, demure wife like this.

Isabella lightly traced circles around her clit before she edged a finger inside herself. The instant wave of pleasure from the insertion caused her to arch her back off the couch. John was treated to an elegant display of her newly perfect form as she pleasured herself. For his part, he was nearing his own completion, trying to match her strokes as she brought herself off.

John nearly lost himself seeing her as she gained momentum, her moans began to hit a fever pitch. Her crotch involuntarily bucked towards an invisible partner, she added a second finger to her pussy. Her breathing began to come in short rapid breaths and she tried to stifle her moans and squeals. In her mind, she was still hearing Timmons’ erotic suggestions.

John thought it would never come, but finally he watched in awe as she threw her head back, mouth open, breathing heavily. John felt his hard penis twitch and could not contain his load, emptying himself onto the floor below.

For Isabella, her orgasm felt like an eternity, her pussy loving her moving fingers, she grabbed her breast hard. It was pure pleasure as her whole body tensed and twitched on the familiar couch that she and John watched TV on every night. She screamed out in orgasmic bliss in a way that she never had before.

As she slowly came down, Isabella’s breathing slowed. The view for John was intoxicating, she looked like a pure sex goddess, laying in the afterglow of her tryst. He was not sure if he should try to wake her, or just let her bask in the post moment of whatever sexual experience had just over taken her. He had never been so aroused by his own wife. He had never really seen her in this way.

Overwhelmed by the new feelings overtaking him, John fumbled backward and knocked over a lamp on the table next to him. The loud crash startled Isabella and she sat up, seemingly coming up from her lanquishing trance state for the first time. John wasn’t sure if she knew he was there or not. He quickly tucked his deflated penis into his pants, and tried to act as if we was just walking into the room.

“Are you ok, babe?” he asked carefully.

She looked at him for the first time since the whole hypno thing. He could see she was still a bit out of it. “Yeah” she said quietly.

“Do you know what happened?” John asked his wife.

She looked at him with her big brown eyes but said nothing. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, or if she was even thinking at all.

“You were hypnotized” he told her.

As she processed that, she thought back to the last few hours, the white hypnodisk, Lord Timmons’ voice. So many feelings rushed over her. "I'm gonna jump in the shower” she said quietly.

Just having Lord Timmons’ hypnotic control flash through her mind was enough to get her aroused again. (And, she legitimately felt like she needed a shower). She stepped into the warm falling water and closed her eyes. Her mind wandered back to a fantasy. She was back in Derrick’s condo, watching the spiral and listening to Lord Timmons’ words in her mind. In the shower, her hands wandered her body, still tingling from both the sexual activity and her racing mind. In her fantasy her hypnotist loomed over her. Just as her orgasm begun to arise, she opened her eyes, and saw his lanky body in front of her, still wearing his top hat. She never stopped playing with herself, her fluttering eyes wandered over hypnotist, moving downward to the jutting cock he was stroking before her.

She whispered to the man."I love Lord Timmons hypnotic control and power."

He remained silent, watching and stroking.

In the shower Isabella stood under the stream, gently stroking her tender pussy. She inserted one finger, then two as she imagined this powerful wizard pleasuring himself before her. God, she felt so wet. In her daydream she pulled her tits out to show the hypnotist, hoping he approved of her form. He remained silent staring down at her, expectantly. She focused on her hypnotist's cock, she wanted to reach out and touch it, to kiss it, to show him her appreciation of his wonderous sexual power. She whispered again, this time out loud in the shower.

"I love Lord Timmons hypnotic control and power." Fantasy Isabella raised her now athletic legs and peeled her black leather pants and satin panties off, spreading her legs for the hypnotist. Her wetness showing her desire to give herself to him. He knelt and she felt the heat of his cock against her smooth inner thigh.

"Put it in slave." He commanded, she reached over to guide him home. She complied happily. As her fantasy continued, she added a third finger to her sopping pussy in the shower. Gently thrusting into herself at first but gaining pace as the fantasy Timmons fucked her in her dream.

She breathed deep, trying not to yell out into the shower and alert her husband, who she could barely focus on at this point. In her fantasy, Timmons took her with long, hard strokes. She matched his pace with her fingers, furiously fucking herself in the shower. It didn't take long at this pace, she felt her pussy quiver and contract and she came right there, half bent over in the shower one arm holding herself up, the other buried as deep as she dare in her pussy. As she came, her hypnotic master pulled out of her, his cock covered in her wetness, he fisted it up and down a few times and it spew forth load after load of hot cum and she cooed as it covered her heaving breasts and stomach.

She collapsed in the shower, now totally out of breath, and spent she let the water fall over her.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to John, her phone received a text from Timmons, ‘time to come get your cream kitten’.

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Week Awry

By Hypnofur

Our vacation was fucked from the get go. It was just one of those calamity of errors type situations. The fact that it was rainy and cold the whole time was not even one of the top three biggest problems with the get away. I suppose that speaks volumes right there.

We live in Seattle, and for the last five or more years, we’ve been vacationing in Bend, Oregon. That was our current location. Well, more specifically, we were momentarily hiding out in our Mercedes in the parking lot of the Bend vacation house we rented for the week. Meanwhile, three middle school girls were inside, making noise, wreaking havoc, and had also been listening and watching to everything their parents/aunt/uncle did. The car in the driveway was the only privacy we had.

“What’s up? I know you. I can tell you have something on your mind.” my wife Holly asked me as she sat in the driver’s seat, her legs curled up beneath her, as if she was digging in for a long discussion.

“I… can we talk about this later?” I said, desperately looking to avoid the subject.

“Babe, we came out here to talk. This is our talk time.” She pointed out. I knew she was right, but I just so desperately wanted to avoid expressing my feelings in this moment.

“I’m not….. I mean, I don’t know. Everything is so weird. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.” I told her. Wasn’t that the truth. It was supposed to be Holly and I in one house, and my sister in law Nancy and her husband Ted in house right next door. Our nieces Ava and Lila were supposed to be staying in that house, not in our house with our daughter Emma.

However, a month ago, Ted and Nancy realized that they had a conflict for some college thing with their oldest. It was disappointing, but the plans were made for the two cousins to just stay in our rented house. Ted and Nancy were able to sublet their week to some executive for half the week, and another family for the second half of the week. It all seemed like it would work out at that point.

Frankly, it even seemed like it was going to work out the first night of the vacation. First of all, the weather was better that day, which made everything seem better. We met the executive who ended up taking the other house, and he was a nice enough guy. He was a little bit older than us, and also came from Seattle. He had a crazy stressful job, so he’d rent houses like this just to unplug for a couple days each fiscal quarter.

Hi name was Gary, and he was easy to talk to. He ran some big company or something. Didn’t mention anything about a wife. Holly and I assumed he was divorced. The first night’s conversation and drinks flowed. The middle schoolers soon went in the house as they couldn’t be away from electricity, as they needed to charge their phones. That was fine with us, as it was cool hanging with Gary. He was clearly taken with Holly, but was being really respectful about it. I’m used to that, as she is a very beautiful woman. It is what it is, but I at least appreciate when guys are not rude about it. Gary was short, fat, and bald, so he wasn’t really a threatening presence in that sense either.

I could tell that Holly was building up to ask about a wife or girlfriend. She was always curious about people, and loved to know their ‘story’. She started subtly and easily in her ‘typical Holly way’. She asked Gary if he had any hobbies. He brightened up as he confidently told us that he was a practicing hypnotist. We were both taken aback by that news. Frankly, neither of us had ever given hypnotism much thought, There were plenty of questions about how it worked, was it real, etc.

Soon a demonstration was offered. Gary told us to focus on the fire pit in front of us. We did so, it was always very easy to watch a fire. We weren’t fighting the demonstration, Gary seemed like a nice enough guy, and we were intrigued by the whole idea, so we went with it. Why not, right? At his urging, we just tried to focus all of their energy on flame before them. Actually, it’s not even that we tried, it was actually very effortless. So, we focused all of our energy on the flame, and everything else around them was fuzzy. Everything else around the flame was all blurry, but the flame was completely clear, it was weird but cool. I doubt either of us had ever focused that clearly in our entire life. Soon, it was hard to distinguish Gary’s words from my thoughts.

When we finally got back into the girls that night, we noticed that it was much, much later than we had realized. That didn’t bother us though, we felt great, and we were ready for a good night’s sleep. The next day, we also felt great. As they day went on though, i started looking forward to being at the fire pit with Gary more and more. I think Holly did too, as she mentioned it in passing a couple times. I was actually secretly hoping he’d offer to do the hypnosis thing again, which he did.

The same thing happened the day and night after that. By the fourth day, Gary and Gary’s hypno nights at the camp fire were all I could think about, though I didn’t admit that to Holly. We knew that was going to be Gary’s last night with us, as Nancy and Ted had told us that the renters were changing mid week.

The day Gary left was a weird one. All I could think about was his hypnosis. Especially Holly hypnotized. It was sexy. She’s so fucking beautiful, and to see her deeply hypnotized like that was just so hot. So hypnotized, so under Gary’s control. Fuck, it was like the hottest thing I could think of. I was kind of semi hard all day. Holly could tell I was super distracted, and that I didn’t want to talk about it in front of the kids. That’s when she dragged me to the car. "Ok, well, if you are going to press me… I guess I have something to confess, babe." I sheepishly admitted. "What is it?" she indeed pressed. "I'm kind of caught up in this crazy fantasy that I can't stop thinking about." "What kind of fantasy?" "...Thinking about you... hypnotized..." She paused for a few seconds, then looked into my eyes. "Mmmmm, like hypnotized by Gary?" she said in a playful tone. "Really. Wow. That’s what has you all worked up today?” "Yeah, I don’t know why. I’ve just been thinking about you" I said. All women like when their husbands think about them, right? Maybe this wasn’t so bad. "About me hypnotized, and like… controlled?" She said with a cautious tone. "yes..." I admitted quietly My heart started racing when I saw suppressed look of excitement on her face as she fell silent, initiating a long pause. "He hypnotized BOTH of us pretty deeply, didn’t he?" She tested. "It was tough to resist. He’s just so..hypnotic." I admitted. She looked at me with slightly wider eyes, and I noticed her chest was raising up and down with her breath slightly more rapidly than usual. I realized at that point that she was also turned on by hypnosis at this point. "And you get hard thinking about me completely and utterly hypnotized and under his control, don't you baby?" She said as she reached out and massaged my cock through my khaki shorts that were starting to tent. She hadn’t ever really done anything like this. "Holly, I..." I started incoherently with a long releasing sigh. "Tell me what your fantasy is that you've been thinking about, so I can better understand. Like, what happens in it?" She asked, trying to sound innocent, yet revealing her own excitement with her more labored breathing and quivering voice. My heart was beating harder than an African drum. "Well... I can’t help thinking about him talking you into a deep, deep trance. You looking at him with your glassy hypnotized eyes... on your knees, holding his hypnotic dick with one hand while sucking on the head and deepthroating it." Holly fell completely silent and froze in anticipation of hearing the rest of the fantasy. We had never, ever talked like this. She eventually asked me to tell her more about what I would do, how I would react. In this incredibly unusual moment, I couldn’t help but respond honestly, "I’d probably pull my cock out and start jerking off.” I admitted. I was shocked to hear myself tell her that, and I found I was instantly terrified about what she was going to say. To my utter amazement, she unbuttoned her jeans and stuck her hand down her pants, shifting in the driver’s seat of our car as she did so.

“Then what?” she panted, looking me right in the eye. Her beautiful, innocent, blue eyes looking at me so intently.

“Then he really gets into the blowjob, holding either side of your head over your gorgeous light brown curls, having you work him for a while before he stands you up and turns you toward the wall to fuck you from behind. He pulls down your jeans, down your panties, then starts fucking you up against the wall. You are so deeply hypnotized, so deeply under his control." I said to her, surprised at the words that were coming out of my own mouth. "OHhhhhhh!! OHHhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhmygawdd" She interrupts my story abruptly with loud moaning and orgasming, fingering her pussy violently under her jeans and fogging up the Mercedes window with her breathing and overall heat.

I excitedly waited for her to finish moaning and gyrating her hips to ask, "Where did that come from?" "...Umm" she said shyly as she bit her lips a bit. Her hand was still working her pussy, though much more slowly now. "The idea is turning me on too. Being so deeply hypnotized. So under Gary’s control. Serving and pleasing Gary..." "Ohhh fuuuckkkk..." I said with deeply aroused sigh. My cock was already rock hard from telling her the fantasy, but then I started masturbating with her, hoping it wasn’t too bad a look in front of my wife, but unable to really stop myself. "Do you like that baby?" she cooed. "Mhhmmm!” I moaned. “Do you want to suck his hypnotic cock?" "Yessss ohhh my god!" she replies. We leaned into each other, both masturbating face to face, so close despite the console between us that our faces were touching while heaving warm breaths of passion on each other with open mouths. "Say it baby, say what you want!" I prodded "I wanna suck his hypnotic cock!!" "FFuuckk, I wanna watch you serve him!" I said in ragged breath "Oh you can watch baby, watch me obey my hypnotic master!" she said, in a frenzy. I could see she was getting close to orgasming for a second time. "Imagine him stuffing your pussy full with his hypnotic cock, all the way inside you so you can feel him pushing up in you while you cum all over his cock!" I told her as she let out a huge climaxing scream. "Ohhhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuckkk!!!!" she yelled. She normally never swore, not even during sex. After recovering from her massive orgasm, she looked deep in my eyes and told me she was going to make me cum now, feeling bad about the 2-0 lead she had. She moved in as close as she could get from the driver’s seat to the front passenger seat and started ted whisper in my ear. "You wana watch him fuck me deep as I’m completely hypnotized baby? It would please him so much." "Yessss!" I admitted to her and myself. "Imagine he's pushing his dick in and out of my pussy, and he's about to cum!" "Oh fuck yesss!" "And I want him to mark me, I want to taste and savor his cum, so I’d beg him to pull out and explode on me." She said. She had always been almost like, afraid of cum. This was crazy. She keeps whispering, but continues in a harsher, sexier whisper, "You’d be there, helplessly hypnotized as well, jacking your dick as he pumps his cock up into me a few more times, then pulls out and starts blasting a huge hot cum load all over my face! I’d be so desperate to lick up my Master’s cum…" I came harder than I ever had in my life as she nibbled on my ear.

We took about ten minutes after that to catch our breath. We were hoping the girls hadn’t looked out the window and saw the completely fogged up windows of the parked SUV. They hadn’t, in fact, they had no idea about what had just transpired.

Nor did they have any idea what really transpired when we went to go visit Master Gary a few weekends later back in Seattle.

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Captured at the Con

By Hypnofur

Camille’s secret was that she was not as confident as she appeared. To the outside world, she had it all, a great career, a great husband, and still looked great despite her upcoming fortieth birthday. It was this milestone that had really been throwing her for a loop over the past year or so. Despite the fact that she could easily (and often did) pass for a woman in her early thirties, Camille was terrified of turning 40. Younger men still checked her out at the gym, constantly, but in her head, she thought that they thought of her as a cougar. Her mother had been left by her father at that 40. It had deeply affected her. Despite the fact that she knew Jake was crazy about her, she still worried about losing him. It was irrational, and unfounded, but it was there. It was this fear that caused her to snoop in Jake’s browser history.

Jake has never been worried about his wife looking at his history. He loved her dearly, but she was not at all skilled in computers. She could use her phone and tablet, but she never touched the laptop. After years of never seeing her approach it, he understandably became a bit more lax in covering his porn related tracks. Little did he know that Camille had asked her IT guy at work how she could look at a browser history. The IT guy had a bit of a crush on her, and never liked Jake. He was more than happy to give her step by step instructions to complete her mission.

One night when her husband was traveling, she hit the jackpot. He had a thing for erotic hypnosis. Camille read all about it. It was all a bit weird to her, but was definitely on the tamer side of what she was afraid she might find. She spent an entire evening researching and planning. She even found a Hypnosis Convention, a “hypno-con”, in Connecticut around the time of their anniversary. Camille knew she had found the sort of sexy adventure that would keep the spice in their marriage. She made all the necessary reservations.

Jake knew nothing of the details of Camille’s surprise getaway weekend. He didn’t know if they were going to Hawaii or Mexico. In fact, he was quite surprised when she told him to load the bags in the Volvo. Wherever they were going, it was within driving distance from their Westchester, NY home.

Camille had a mischievous smile the whole trip up to Connecticut but remained tight lipped. She set the GPS for a Hilton Garden Inn. Jake was very curious, but he didn’t try to pry or ruin the surprise. He was happy to be alone with his beautiful wife for a weekend. He really didn’t care where they might spend it.

They arrived and checked in. Camille told Jake she needed to freshen up, and for him to grab a drink from the mini bar and relax. He did so, but couldn’t help but notice it was taking her a long time in the bathroom. However, it was well worth the wait when she came out. She looked absolutely smoking hot. Her light brown hair was beautifully curled. Her make up was more dramatic than usual, giving her a very sultry look. She wore a new, short little sexy black velvet dress that Jake had never seen before. She had a sexy little black fox fur coat over her shoulders, as if she was ready to leave at that moment.

In truth, Camille knew full well that it would be a bit before they left that hotel room. She was delighted to see Jake’s eyes almost pop out of his head as he took in her sexy look. She knew that he was probably semi erect already, just from seeing her looking like this. It was time to reveal her grand plan, which she knew would make him hard as a rock.

“There is a special pre registration hour tonight at 6. We can get all checked in to the convention, so we don’t have to deal with that in the morning. Then we are going to go out to a nice dinner.” She told her husband, well aware that she left out some key details.

“It’s only 5… wait, what Convention? What are you talk-“ Jake started to ask as his mind started racing. He stopped mid sentence as he realized what Convention was in Connecticut this weekend. It was the Erotic Hypnosis Convention. He had seen it heavily advertised on the message boards he frequented. Of course he had secretly fantasized about going to it with her, but he never thought it would be a reality. It took him a moment to catch his breath as the realization of what was ahead of him this weekend washed over him.

“After this weekend, you’ll be able to put me in a deep, hypnotic trance with simply the snap of your fingers” Camille purred. “Then I’ll be completely under your control. Your complete hypnotized slave.”

That was too much for Jake to handle. His rigid cock was tenting his Khakis as he got up off the hotel bed and approached her.

"You are so beautiful," he said in with love as his hands fell to her hips. Camille’s pretty blue eyes glimmered as their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss and he brushed her golden brown hair from her pretty face. Her pulse quickened and their tongues touched inside the warm enclave of their sealed lips. Her heart raced and she kissed him harder. His strong hands moved to her soft ass and he pulled her tight. Her hands moved over his strong back as they stumbled back towards the bed. Camille sat down and gazed up at him. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as he helped her to her feet and kissed her deeply. Their tongues entwined and they writhed together. His hands roamed over her tight body and he lifted the hem of her dress, baring her smooth, shapely legs and firm, round ass. He lifted her dress to her waist and his smile widened when he saw her sexy black satin panties. Camille had just bought the bra and panties and she was thrilled that he noticed. He continued lifting her velvet dress and she put her hands over her head letting him take it off. Jake unfastened her bra and then pushed her panties down her toned, sexy legs. He guided her onto the bed and quickly stripped down to his plaid boxer briefs and then beyond. Camille sighed and ran her hands through his short, thinning hair. Her chest swelled with love as he looked up at her with hungry eyes and a ravenous smile as she coaxed him to her soft lips. They kissed deeply as his cock sank effortlessly into her warm depths. "You're so wet," he mused with a devilish grin. She didn’t respond to that, but she knew it was true. It was a factor of Jake being more excited than she had ever remembered. Their bodies joined and moved together as one. He thrust deep and she bucked to meet him. She gazed up at him and raked her manicured nails down his back. His pace quickened and she breathed deep and heavy. "Oh God, don't stop honey, you’re going to be able to hypnotize me soon!" Camille moaned as another climax lapped at her twisting body. Her pretty eyes rolled back and she groaned at the sweet release. Camille rolled Jake onto his back and straddled his waist. She impaled herself on his hard, delicious cock. She mentioned hypnosis again very much on purpose to keep him this hard. Her tits bounced as she rode him at a quick trot. He grabbed for her hips and thrust upwards. He grew bigger and harder and his breathing labored. Just hearing the words ‘hypnotize me’ come from her lips was fueling him like never before. "Cum for me my darling. Fill me up," she panted. She sat down hard, forcing the head of his cock against her cervix. She felt him erupt. His hot cum splashed into her womb as he groaned like a wounded animal, quieting only when she remembered the hotel walls may be thin. Camille collapsed on to of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she kissed him lovingly. She cooed contently as his spent dick shrunk and slipped from her. "That was amazing," Camille purred. "Was it good for you too?" "It was perfect. You are perfect," he replied quickly. She grinned like a love sick fool and rolled off his hard, muscular body. They snuggled for almost an hour, talking and caressing each other as they recovered from the ferocity of their respective orgasms. It felt so freeing for Jake to finally come clean to his beloved wife about his longtime hypnosis fetish. It had been a part of him for as long as he could remember, yet he had kept it hidden. It was hard for her to understand how it had such an intense impact on him, but she was trying. He loved her for that. "Well, we don’t want to miss the registration" Camille mused. The both had messy hair and they smelled like sex.”We can shower. It will take me a minute to get ready again.” She warned. "Totally worth it." He flashed her a wry smile and she purred softly. An hour later, they were walking out the door. Jake was completely starstruck over his beautiful wife that he loved so much. He felt like the luckiest husband in the world.

Meanwhile, at the Hypno-Convention pre-registration table, tensions were high.

“Mister… King Hypno, you have to leave” A heavy set man with many tattoos and kind eyes said. He was desperately hoping there wouldn’t be a problem.

“This is bullshit. I paid my money, just like everyone else” The man in his late forties, dressed all in black, with a small black crown, said to the conference organizer.

“Yes, but you used an alias” The tattooed organizer argued.

“King Hypno is an alias too!” the man in black shot back. (He had registered as “Hypnolearner52”)

“Sir, we told you very clearly you were not welcome. We take consent very seriously. It is the foundation of all we believe in”, the organizer said, firmly standing his ground. King Hypno had been barred months ago. His reputation on reddit and discord was abysmal at best. Everyone knew he was bad news. It was unanimous with those who put on the convention that he would be barred.

Two or three additional organizers came over to the table for a visual show of moral support. King Hypno could see this wasn’t going to happen for him. Threats of calling the Police where thrown around. King Hypno did NOT need another arrest on his record. He knew this battle was lost. He hissed out one more curse word, and left the registration table.

As he headed for the elevator, King Hypno was fuming. He didn’t really think he’d get in, but he was still hopeful. Sooo many potential subs were inside. If he could just get by that freakin’ table, he’d be home free. He could have his choice of who to put under his control. It could pay for his next year, and he could have soo many women desperate for his cock. Those fucking internet woke assholes calling him out!

As he was lost in his anger, the elevator door opened. Camille and Jake walked out. He of course checked out Camille immediately. She was incredibly hot. Tight little black dress. Black fox fur coat on her shoulders.Golden brunette hair. She was absolutely stunning. The big diamond on her hand told King Hypno she was married, presumably to the large man she was with. Oh well.

But then, King Hypno’s evening changed course. The large presumed husband looked at King Hypno in surprise. It only took a moment for the rejected pariah to realize that the man recognized him.

“You’re King Hypno!” Jake said, excitedly. He was excited that he was in the presence of what he considered to be a hypno celebrity, and excited to be able to be open about this stuff in front of his wife.

King Hypno took a moment to take in the couple. Were these people from the hypno con? They sure didn’t look like it. They looked like a well to do, WASPY country club couple who were dressed up for date night. Not the usual Con attendee.

“I am. And you are?” he asked.

“I’m Jake Butler.” The fan said, immediately thinking better of using his real last name. “And this is my wife Camille” he added, for a brief second proud that he didn’t use her last name, until he immediately realized that it was also Butler. He forgave himself though, this was a crazy situation, of course his brain would be a bit overloaded.

King Hypno smiled widely, taking Camille’s hand and kissing it. She was not really impressed with the man in black in front of her. He was skinny, and his clothes looked cheap. He had beady little eyes and a sharp nose. On top of his cheaply dyed, thin, black hair, he wore a stupid black crown with black jewels at the points. It had a black and white spiral on the front of it. She figured it went with his lame King Hypno name. She immediately became worried. Was he indicitave of the nerds they were going to encounter inside the Hypno Convention? Ugh. She kind of hated dorks.

“Are you participating in the Con? I thought you were….” Jake asked, hinting towards the barring.

“There were some… dissenters,” King Hypno admitted, but added theatrically, “But they soon came to see it my way, as most due…”

Jake couldn’t help but smile. The guy was a freaking legend. He had been watching his videos and other content for 15+ years. He couldn’t believe he was actually meeting him in person.

“Is this your first Con?” King Hypno asked Camille…. And Jake too, to a degree.

“Yeah. Yes. Jake’s into this stuff. Jake, babe, it’s 6:30. We should get to the registration table.” Camille said. She was hoping this conversation would end soon, and that was certainly a hint towards that. This guy gave her the creeps a little bit with his stupid crown.

“I see. And how about you? Have you ever been hypnotized before?”

“Yes” answered Camille. This was also news to Jake. Big news. In fairness to Camille, she didn’t know he was so into all this hypnotism stuff until recently, so it had never come up. She was planning to bring it up at some point this weekend, but she had really planned to use the info-bomb at a more opportune time for her. However, this creepy crown guy asked, so she answered. Whatever.

“How was it?” asked King Hypno.

“Umm, good? I don’t remember much” she admitted. Ok, she was definitely not using this info to its maximum potential like she had planned to.

“Was it at a show?” he asked. Camille nodded as Jake stared at her wide eyed.

“High School? College?.” King Hypno asked.

“College” she said.

“I was with you in college. When?” Jake asked her. She wasn’t surprised he was having trouble getting past this.

“Ithaca” she told him. Enough said. Jake knew, but often forgot, about her time at Ithaca College. She had gone there for only one semester. She hated it, and rarely spoke of it. She had once told him, it was too boring to even bring up. She transferred to U Albany second semester Freshman year. She met Jake junior year there, and the rest was history.

“Wonderful. I’m sure you were a terrific subject.” King Hypno said. “I’m sure your husband would like to see you slip under hypnosis again. Would you oblige him? “

“Uh, I guess. Like, right here?” Camille asked. Was he really going to try this in an elevator lobby? This was so weird! At that point she really wasn’t sure she was going to make it through the whole weekend with these weirdos.

The experienced hypnotist knew he needed to get moving before she lost the focus/nerve. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll have you both stand with your legs shoulder with apart. I want you to keep a good sense of balance.”

Camillie did so, somewhat begrudgingly.

The man in black took a step closer. He took his right hand and raised it up to be in line with Camille’s eyes. He pointed to his his hand and said, “I’m going to have you focus right up here for me.” Camille’s eyes went to his hand. She realized his tone had become much more… smooth, confident.

“You remember at the show you were at, the hypnotist said the word ‘sleep’. Now, since you’ve been hypnotized before, you are going to go even quicker. When I say that word, you are not going to go to sleep, you are not going to fall asleep. You are simply going to allow yourself to drop into an amazing state of relaxation, focusing, focusing only on the sound of my voice. I want to make sure we are doing this safely, so you are never going to be so relaxed that you fall over.

“So, now, you can let yourself take a deep breath in…” King Hypno said as he raised his left hand up in the air.

“…and take a deep breath out and SLEEP!” he said as he snapped his fingers and rested his left hand on her fur covered shoulder. Jake watched as his the famed hypnotist took his right hand and placed it on his wife’s forehead as she dropped down her head down to her chest. He felt his cock harden as he saw his beautiful wife slip into trance for the first time ever. He had dreamed of how she would look in trance for so long.

King Hypno continued, “dropping deeper and deeper.” As he snapped his fingers again. “Deeper and deeper.” and Deeper and deeper.” Finger snap. “Staying balanced on your feet this entire time. Loose limp, so relaxed as your arm falls down its side. Going deeper and deeper with each breath you take.” Finger snap. “Every breath you take helps you go even deeper and more focused. Each word I say, takes you even deeper and more relaxed.”

She was now even more bent over, right there in the elevator lobby. His hands were on her shoulders. She was clearly very deep entranced. “Each sound you hear helps you go even deeper. So focused on the sound of my voice. Going deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Hearing only my voice. My voice brings you deeper and deeper as you focus on it more and more. My voice is all you hear, my voice is all that matters. Feel yourself just going deeper and deeper.” Another finger snap, and he removed his hand from her shoulder. She was standing there, her head and shoulder bent over, but feet keeping her upright.

Jake could tell she was deeply hypnotized. He couldn’t believe it. And as King Hypno stepped in front of him, he knew he was next.

The man in the crown could tell by the look on Jake’s face that he was going to fall easily. The fan boys always did. And he was right. Using the exact same induction that the hypnotist knew had partially already entranced the husband, it was an even faster process to get Jake to drop than his wife.

So there, the two first time convention goers were deeply hypnotized in the elevator lobby, just one short hallway away from the pre registration table. One short hallway away from a bunch of caring, consent based people who would have realized what was going on and tried to stop it. Just one hallway away, but still too far.

King Hypno continued. “Now, both of you focused only on the sound of my voice. Always staying on your feet. Even deeper, every time I say the word SLEEP” he said with a finger snap, “You go even deeper with each snap of my fingers. Every time I tell you to SLEEP, you drop deeper and deeper to this state of complete and total hypnotic relaxation where you are focused only on my voice. Focused only on my voice and my commands….”

With that, the couple followed the unwelcome convention pariah back up to their room.

*************

"I’m starving," Jake said to Camille.

“Yeah, me too.” She said, a bit surprised. They had a late-ish lunch. She looked at her phone. It was 8:30! Where had the time gone?”

“Babe, its way past 8 already. We missed pre registration!” she said. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out what had distracted them for two plus hours.

“Well, that was only pre-registration, right? I’m sure we can get in tomorrow morning.” Jake smiled as he kissed her tenderly. He was always calm when she started to get flustered. That was one of the things that made them work. “Let’s go to Alex’s nightclub” Jake said, surprising himself. Had he ever heard of Alex’s nightclub? He didn’t think he had, yet he heard it come from his lips. He went to look it up on his phone, and the address was already loaded into his GPS. He was just about to comment on how odd that was when Camille exclaimed that she loved Alex’s.

It was settled then, and off they went. On the way over, Camille buzzed with excitement. She was so excited to be around all of this hypnosis this weekend. She realized she had loved hypnotists since her brief stint at Ithaca. Hypnotists were so sexy! Once inside Alex’s they headed for the bar. Camille got a fruity mixed cocktail and Jake ordered a double bourbon, neat. His cock was swollen and the energy in the room felt electrically charged. Must have been the anticipation of the weekend’s convention. They found an empty high top table and scanned the room as the soaked in the atmosphere. On one side was a half filled dance floor. A DJ revved up the crowd and dance music thumped from his speakers. The other side had several couches and comfortable chairs. The crowd was an older, surburban crown. Camille noticed a few ‘dad-bod’ types checking her out. She was the most stylish woman here. By a lot. She was very unimpressed with the clientele.

Her eyes stopped and she bit down when she saw HIM walking towards the bar. He was dressed all in black. His hair was dark, as were his small but intense inset eyes. Her eyes darted furtively to the crown atop his head. They widened when she saw the spiral at the front that designated that was a hypnotist and she squeaked like a mouse. The man looked at her and nodded. He had the cocksure confidence of a man who knew his power and he looked at Camille like she was a gazelle on the Serengeti and he was a lion ready to pounce. An enormous pit formed in her belly and a tingle started in her pussy. It was an inherently primal response to a powerful creature and her knees felt rubbery and weak. He held her gaze as he walked past and continued towards the bar. Camille's eyes followed him as he moved past her and an involuntary moan slipped from her lips. "Oh my God," she murmured under her breath. She loved Jake deeply. They were the model married couple to all of their friends. She didn't want to hurt him but her draw, her physiological response to the dark hypnotist was undeniable. "That’s King Hypno!," Jake said excitedly as he flashed Camille a fanboy smile. His hand brushed against hers and then he held it beneath the table. He gave it a gentle squeeze and looked into her beautiful eyes.”I’m so glad we finally came to a Hypno Convention”

“Me too” she confirmed, “I’ve wanted to for so long. Since Ithaca” The hypnotist now walked towards her with a drink in his hand. Their eyes met and Camille shuddered. A sexy smile danced on her pretty face and she gazed into his small dark eyes. "Hello," he said. "My name is King Hypno." He spoke with velvet voice and she giggled like a smitten schoolgirl. King Hypno moved a chair to Camille's side and sat so close to her that she could feel the heat from his body. Her mind was racing and her breath caught in her chest. "You are here for the Hypno Convention, am I right?"

“Yes, I’m a big fan of your work. I’m Jake” the husband said, offering his hand.

The dark hypnotist accepted the husbands hand shake offer, looking deep into his eyes as he did so. “You are a fan of my hypnotic power? You have seen me hypnotize countless people with my hypnotic stare” he said, not breaking the stare or letting go of his hand.

Camille could see that Jake was immobilized. She lost her breath. Her heard was beating intensely.

“You are being hypnotized right now Jake. You are completely lost in my eyes. Lost in my eyes Jake. You are in my thrall. You are my servant. Pleasing me and serving me is paramount to you. My will is all. You will happily obey me, wanting only to see me pleased. I am your King. Isn’t that right Jake?”

“Yes, your majesty” Jake said in a far away voice.

With that, King Hypno turned his attention to the beautiful Camille, who was trembling at this point. “You see he is mine now, don’t you?” he asked calmly. "Yes," she replied timidly. His hand moved to her bare knee and her eyes widened. "As you will be." He stated as his fingers brazenly crept up her thigh, moving the hem of her black velvet dress with it and she squeaked. His bold touch was electric and she needed him badly. There eyes met, and his words started. It was as if his voice was in her head. His power was undeniable. His will was everything. He was everything. He was her hypnotic King. The couple thought only of pleasing and serving King Hypno. They were so lost, that they didn’t even realize they were in King Hypno’s hotel room (which, not coincidentally was a short walk from Alex’s night club). The energy in the room was palpable as Jake released her hand and Camille walked over to King with a wide, eager grin plastered on her pretty face. Still in her black fox fur jacket, she slipped her soft arms around his trim waist and they kissed. King smelled very different than any other man she had ever been with and his kiss tasted differently too. Both had a profound effect on Camille. It was raw and primal. Her juices flowed and her lust controlled her just as much as his hypnotic spell. She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock through his pants. It felt perfect for her, and she moaned into his searing hot mouth. Her eyes rolled back and she fumbled with his pants. They dropped to the ground and his cock sprung free, In truth, it was fairly modest, but to her at that moment it was pure perfection. She needed it and the world around her disappeared as she dropped, still clothed, to the floor before him to worship his hypnotic cock. King lifted his shirt over his head baring his pale white torso to her hungry eyes. He was actually no where near as muscular as her former UAlbany Linebacker husband, but he looked like the perfect man to her. She needed to taste him. She needed him inside of her. She was a slave to him and she loved it. Her desire overwhelmed her. Camille inhaled sharply drawing his powerful musk into her lungs. She licked her lips, wetting them as she gazed up the landscape of his skinny body and looked into his dark glimmering eyes. Her hands, both of them, grabbed the base of his shaft and she watched his expression as she took the head into her mouth. He tasted amazing and a fresh surge of moisture flooded her pussy. Her hands moved over his shaft and she cooed wantonly as she forced him into her throat as much as she could. Her panties were wet with the unmistakable aroma of her arousal wafted over her. She could feel Jake's eyes on her, watching her devour King's beautiful cock and surrender to it's power. Her face nuzzled against him, rubbing his scent on her skin like a content kitten brushing against its human. Her jaw tired but her lust did not wane. She rose to her feet as she stroked him with the soft fox fur of her jacket, desperate to give him as much pleasure as possible. "Pleas fuck me my King," Camille said in a voice raspy with lust. "Fuck me and breed me while my husband, your slave, watches."

King Hypno smiled.. He took off her fur and pulled off her velvet dress and she quickly removed her bra and panties. She laid back on the bed with her legs spread wide and looked into his eyes. His hard cock jutted lewdly from his weak physique. It glistened with saliva and precum and he moved between her legs. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized what was about to happen. For several years she had pleasured herself at the thought of being fucked by an African god. She had cum countless times imaging that very moment. She had Jake and she would soon have King. She was truly blessed. He slapped his cock against her clit and her body twitched. He rubbed the tip against her and she moaned loudly. He entered her and her body shook. His cock pressed hard against her cervix and she locked her toned legs around him, holding him deep. "He owns me Darling," Camille groaned to her husband. It was true. So true. He was her King, her Master. Her voice trembled and she squeezed her big soft breasts as she gazed up at her lord. She savored the sensation of his hypnotic cock. His hands mauled her soft, pale breasts. His hips began to thrust and she began to whimper. Her eyes closed and she came hard. So hard.

Camille looked up at him as her climax ebbed. She had never cum so quickly nor so hard and she knew he had just begun. His pace quickened and she grabbed at his hips. Her body bucked against him and a second climax washed over her. She tugged at the bed and her body tensed from head to foot. Her toes curled and her back arched. "Oh God, oh God, yes, yes," she chanted loudly. King rolled her onto her side and lifted her shapely leg, spreading her wide open. His cock went even deeper and she cried out in blissful agony. It was a euphoric sensation and Camille moaned loudly. Her flopped her onto her belly and laid on top of her with her legs together and his cock in her married pussy. He rammed it deep and the bed rocked. Her loud cries spilled into the hall through the closed door as King Hypno continued to fuck her hard and fast. His cock pummeled her pussy like a jackhammer and she lost track of how many times she had cum. His breathing labored and he sank deep. His load filled her. Then he pulled his cock from her and she groaned like a bitch in heat. Jake and Camille never made it to the convention. The rest of the weekend was spent with deep hypnotic programming, Camille worshipping her Master physically, and Jake doing other tasks (financial and otherwise) at his Master’s command.

To this day, they know they are servants of King Hypno.

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1985:Dracula’s Revenge

1985: Dracula’s Revenge

By Hypnofur

“Here we go!” Alex said as he pressed the remote control button on the flipped up sun shade of his BMW, using it to close the garage door automatically for the first time. He and his beautiful wife held their breath, hoping the electronic signal being sent would do its job.

“I’m so excited it works!” Donna squealed with a clap. The installation of an automatic garage door opener had been her anniversary present to her dear husband. As the car pulled into the garage and the two got out, Alex was going on and on about how pleased he was with his present. In truth, he was planning to just have one installed this spring anyway, but he wanted to make it seem like the most wonderful, thoughtful gift he had ever received. He knew that such a reaction would make Donna happy, and he loved to make Donna happy.

“Well, I love my present too” Donna said, batting her blue eyes at him as she seductively stroked the collar of the new Russian sable fur coat. His hands were on her as she pressed the garage door close button that was installed next to the door to that led to the kitchen. She loved feeling his hands on her, and just having him close. Alex was the love of her life. She loved him dearly, and knew he loved her. He accepted her for who she was, even when her conservative religious views straddled the line to prudish.

The look in her eyes and the way her fingertips were gently stroking the fur made Alex’s heart race. “Every man in that restaurant was looking at you in that fur coat as we were leaving.” He said his breath becoming heavier as he watched her putting her purse on the kitchen table. His love for her was undeniable. She was the most kind , good hearted, and beautiful woman he had ever met. He often thought if she ever sat down in the middle of a forest, animals would start coming to her and dancing and singing for her like they did Snow White or Cinderella in the movies. She had that sort of beauty and purity.

“But I’m here with you Mr. Helsing. I’m just for you tonight” she said with a sexy but sweet smile as she opened the coat, showing her sexy little blue dress that she knew he loved. Growing up, she never would have worn a strapless dress. That was far too racy. But she wore it tonight, for her husband. Donna had not so secretly discontinued her birth control a few weeks ago. They both knew this was the first night they were going to actively try for a baby. Alex knew she was going to make the most wonderful mother in the world. Donna couldn’t wait to see Alex teaching their little ones to throw a baseball.

He took a step towards her just as the doorbell rang, interrupting the moment. Alex was instantly annoyed. “Who could that be at 9:00 at night?”

Donna immediately reacted to calm him. “I’ll get it dear, it is probably the Mortensons wanting to know where we got the door opener. You know how they watch us like hawks…It will just take a second” she said as she went to the front door.

Meanwhile, Alex went over to the flashing answering recording machine. He hit play on the cassette tape. “Alex, Alex, are you there? Why would someone answer and say they weren’t home?” It was his grandfather, seemingly trying to call from the nursing home in England. He fast-forwarded the tape to the next message. “Alex, you are in grave danger. The beast has been resurrected. He will want his revenge.” Alex’s blood ran cold when he heard that. He had heard the stories, so many had. Back when his family name was the full Van Helsing, his grandfather had battled the greatest evil the world had ever known. Dracula.

“Honey, it’s a guy with an accent saying he is our new neighbor. He says he is a duke, or a count or something – he even has a cape” Donna said quietly as she reentered the kitchen. She looked at Alex with a ‘what a crazy night – this is funny’ type expression. She immediately noticed that he didn’t share the same look.

Alex felt his breath leave him. His terrified eyes were instantly apparent to Donna. “What is it?” she asked, holding her own breath as she waited to hear what had spooked her husband to this degree.

“You didn’t invite him in, did you?” Alex asked, praying she hadn’t.

“Of course I did, I wasn’t going to leave him standing out there. Why? Who is he, what is this all about?” Donna asked. She couldn’t even fathom a guess. Did Alex have enemies she didn’t know about? Was he mixed up in gambling or the mob or something?

“Run, run and hide in our closet. Don’t come out unless you specifically hear me tell you the coast is clear. Run now!!!”

Sensing the severity of the situation, Donna headed her husband’s words. Running to their upstairs bedroom, she hid in terror in the back of the walk in closet as she heard a struggle downstairs. She wished that she had grabbed the new phone without a cord before she left the kitchen. She would have called 911. There was a phone in the bedroom, but she was too frozen in panic to leave the closet, especially as she heard footsteps approaching.

“Donna, you can come out now, the coast is clear” Alex said calmly. It was definitely his voice, she’d know it anywhere. She ran out of the walk in closet, only to see the strange intruder standing in the middle of her bed room, with one arm outstretched, easily holding Alex off the floor by his neck. She noticed that the man had lifted Alex clear off the ground with one hand. Donna feared that the man was going to kill them both.

But what he did was worse, at least for Alex. He stared into her eyes, and Donna was compelled to stare back. He told her to relax and open her mind to his suggestions. She immediately felt her muscles turn loose and small but pleasant tingle in the back of her skull. He started talking to her. Her conscious mind didn’t even really hear the words. The sensation was strange, almost indescribable.

It was like a “presence” in her mind. And it said, in some sense, “Come with me. Resistance is too hard. You’ll be happier when I’m guiding you. You want me to be your Master. You’ll see.” And it was true. She tried to fight, to resist, but it was so hard. It took so much effort, it was so difficult. But when she stopped, and let the presence overwhelm her, all was warmth and relief. But no, with poor Alex there, I have to fight back, I have to resist, no matter how badly I want to serve… my god he is so attractive…. No… No.

Attractive? She had truly never been attracted to another man other than Alex. She just wasn’t wired that way. Something was so wrong…but so…sexy? She fought with herself like this for what seemed like an eternity. All the while Dracula staring into her eyes, speaking to her mind.

“Mrs. Van Helsing, I’m going to take you like no man has ever taken you or will again. You understand this, and you feel your desire for it. You want this desperately. You can feel yourself responding.”

Donna didn’t even realize that he had called her Mrs. VAN Helsing. She was too preoccupied trying to desperately to focus on Alex, her love. Trying to focus on their marriage and vows. But all such efforts were futile. She was more sexually aroused than she had ever been. She felt more alive than she had ever been. Her attraction and desire to be subservient to this stranger was…otherworldly. She wanted to have him inside of her. She wanted him to fuck her. She had never responded well to that phrase. It always seemed so crude and animalistic, but that was what she wanted now, to be fucked by him. By his body and his sheer intensity. And his power. So much power. The married kindergarten teacher wondered if the stranger that had just broken into their home could smell her moist pussy. The two of them stared at each other like this, Dracula hypnotizing her deeper and deeper with his vampiric power, Donna’s pussy getting wetter and wetter as her breathing became ragged.

Dracula looked down at his conquest, and what a sight it was—graceful, beautiful, wife of his enemy’s descendant standing front of him, panting in lust. Her mind under his hypnotic sway. He could smell her arousal. He broke his gaze for a moment to stare Alex in the eye before putting him down. “Your mind is yours, but your body obeys my commands. Stand by the wall, watch but be silent” the monster commanded. Alex had no choice but to obey in horror as his legs and eyes betrayed him.

Dracula returned his attention to Donna. She sensually let the fur coat fall around her shoulders as she looked at the monster with complete adoration. Dracula was experienced enough in evil to know to savor the situation and the defeat of his enemy. “Look at your husband Mrs. Van Helsing” he said to her, pointing to direct her gaze from him, as he purposefully used her taken name. “He is so defeated, so weak!”

Donna followed his lead and his command, looking to Alex as he stood in the corner. He had always been her ultimate man, but now, he looked so pitiful. He was nothing compared to the power that was the godlike creature before her. “So weak” she uttered, completely shattering her husband.

Dracula gently stroked her face, turning her attention back to him before he unzipped the blue dress she had chosen for Alex. He looked at her slyly, hooked a finger behind the front of her bra, and, with a swift motion it was ripped. Her milky white breasts looked so ready for attention.

Dracula spun her so she was now lying on her marital bed, before mounting her. He placed the tip of his cock at her soaking opening, teasing her. But he would not enter her. Instead he took his time, caressing her breasts and running his hands through her gorgeous red hair. Occasionally he would stop to look back at Alex. “She is so beautiful Van Helsing”

Alex was tortured by the horrifying scene he was forced to gaze upon. He knew his wife would be taken in front of his eyes. She would be fucked in front of his eyes. Worst of all, she wanted it to happen, because this evil creature was making her like it, making her LOVE IT. He could see that she was completely in his thrall.

“Please” Donna whispered to Dracula. Her plea was met when she suddenly Donna felt an explosion of pleasure as Dracula rammed his rock hard cock all the way inside her. When Alex heard her gasp, he could tell she hadn’t felt a sexual pleasure like that before. He was right, she hadn’t. Dracula’s presence was even controlling her pleasure centers, enflaming different erogenous zones that no human man could. Dracula pressed his mouth against Donna’s and began kissing her. She lovingly kissed him back as he slowly recoiled his cock out and rammed it back into her. Each thrust producing sensations even more intensely pleasurable than the last, bringing her to a world of sexual pleasure she never thought possible.

Alex was forced to stare on. Could anything be more emasculating, more defeating? He watched this monster’s ass rise up and then slam back down again, fucking his beautiful, pure, conservative wife. Driving his evil vampire cock into her so hard. Watching the way Donna lovingly kissed him was the worst part though.

He soon found out that the kissing had actually been a blessing in disguise. When their mouths seperated, she made unmistakable moans grunts and screams of pleasure. Hearing how much she loved this was like salt in the considerable wound for poor Alex.

Dracula was now fucking her savagely, lifting her ass off of the bed and pulling her to him with each powerful thrust. Wanting to get the most from this revenge, he asked, “Mrs. Van Helsing, are you going to beg to be mine?”

Donna was almost incoherrant at this point. It was hard to tell if there was an answer in the midst of all of her moaning and grunting.

“Tell me to me you want my essence inside of you, tell me you want to be mine!” Dracula shouted

“Please!! Cum in me! Fill me up! Oh GAWD! You are my Master! I am yours! I AM YOURS!”

Alex felt a tear roll down his cheek as he heard Dracula grunt. He knew what was happening. Donna’s orgasmic screams were loud enough to wake the Mortenson’s across the street. Maybe they’d realize something was wrong and get help? Probably not, Alex thought, they would probably just think that it was two healthy people in their early thirties having great sex. Great, great, great sex, as was evident from the most mind blowing orgasm that Donna’s was having. It was more intense and over the top than any porn movie actress orgasm than Alex had ever seen from the movies his friends used to sneak off and watch in college.

She kept yelling and screaming about her pleasure and how he was her Master now. How he owned her. She sounded so… happy about it all. It was too much for Alex’s mind to take. He simply blacked out.

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When he awoke, he was in his bed. Donna heard him stir and approached the bed. “There he is. Hey sweetie” she said in her sweet, loving voice.

The voice of his pure, wonderful kindergarten teacher wife. The future mother of his children. There was no sign of Dracula, or the struggle that had happened. The room was quiet. All the lights were off, but his wife was bathed in the moonlight from the open window. She wore only the new sable coat that he had given her for her anniversary. She was clearly naked underneath. She had never looked more sensual. Alex’s cock quickly responded despite his half sleeping haze. He was thinking he must have had consumed more wine at the restaurant than he thought. The lobster dinner had given him the worst dreams…

“I was waiting for you to wake up so I could thank you…” Donna said seductively. She erotically stroked the collar of her sable while Alex watched the motion of her hand. His eyes followed as her fingers slowly traced their way down to her crotch.

“Your welcome, you certainly make that coat look good” Alex said with the smile…

“That’s not what I was thanking you for, silly Van Helsing” Donna purred, “Thank you for leading my Master to me!” she said, raising her eyebrow in a seductive smile that showed her newly exposed vampiric fangs….

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My Life as a Hypno Fur Queen - Chapter 2

That incident with the construction workers was an indicator of where my general mindset was at. With each passing day, I was less interested in “Cindy” stuff. Less interested in dealing with PTA things, less interested in dealing with drama from the neighborhood women. I was interested in hypnotic erotic domination, and there was little room for anything else. I knew this was a dangerous road, but I couldn’t stop myself from going down it.

With the kids at school, Nick at work, and the construction workers in the house working on the closet, I spent a lot of time in my bedroom. Most of it was either researching hypnosis stuff online or shopping online. One afternoon, as the closet was almost finished, I found what I thought would be the perfect centerpiece.

The room had originally been a fairly good size office, so as a closet, it was enormous. There was a large open space in the middle. I found a red velvet couch for the middle of the floor. I figured it would be great to hypnotize and fuck on. I sent it to Nick and told him to order it.

“Cindy, I think we need to chill on the purchases for a while. I know we have the inheritance stuff, but this couch is like $2k” he texted back to me.

I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I was pleased or annoyed that he wrote that. Part of me just wanted him to do what I wanted, but the other part of me liked the challenge.

The construction crew was just down to one finish guy, a portly guy name Jorge. Jorge was in his late 40’s. He was very nice, as they all were. He was a little bit intimated by me, which I liked. I’m sure my interaction with the crew the other day exacerbated his level of intimidation. I noticed Jorge get all sweaty and nervous when I was around. I also noticed him sneaking glances as me. At this point though, he was wrapping up for the day. As soon as he left, I went into the closet. It still smelled new in there. I took a selfie and sent it to Nick.

Then I texted him:

Me: Am I beautiful Nick?

Nick: yes

Me: Look past me. What do you see?

Nick: Your furs

Me: Who am I?

Nick: Cynthia

Me: Who is in control? Who do you serve?

Nick: You

Me: Order the couch. Get rush shipping. I don’t care how much it costs

Nick: Yes Cynthia

The power I had over him was intoxicating. I immediately felt the middle of my yoga pants getting wet. All alone in the house, I went back to my bedroom and opened the drawer next to my bed. Nick and I both had little bedside tables. The bottom drawer of mine had glamour magazines right at the top, but underneath those were my little toys. Looking through the drawer, I briefly considered the fingertip vibrator... quick, to the point, very effective. But instead I drew out my other vibrator... anatomically correct, except for the fact that it was purple silicone. I closed my eyes for a moment, holding the toy in my hand, realizing with a smile that it was about the same size as my husband. I reclined on the bed, my thick purple friend turned on low speed, and slowly teased the tip over my clit as I thought about the power I had over Nick My breathing sped up right away. I was so wet already, so turned on, that I slipped the tip of the toy down to the entrance of my pussy almost immediately, moaning a little bit as it pressed inward. Just the tip. Just that tease. Just those little teasing thrusts, the slow rumbling vibrations adding to the sensation as I briefly slipped the tip back up over her clit. The vibrations, those extra sensations, helped to compensate for not having Nick’s hypnotized, obedient, warm body pressing me into the bed. For not having a tongue invading my mouth with mindless kisses, pushing into me with his hard cock. "Oh," I whispered with the toy halfway in. "Oh, shit, feels so good." I said to no one. But I The thrusts were all the way in now. I thought of how silky I made my voice when I was hypnotizing Nick. I thought of how he was so powerless to resist my commands. Further encouraged by this, I reached down to turn up the speed on the vibrator, lifting my hips off the bed and gasping as I pushed against the toy. She reached behind her with one hand, gripping the headboard... Yes, almost there, just a bit more, oh, God... "I’m your hypnotic fur queen!" I burst out as at full volume as I climaxed, reveling in the feeling of bearing down on the realistic toy, riding the waves of muscle contractions magnified by the facsimile inside me. The last gasps of my orgasm took a while to dissipate, the vibrations keeping it going, and I bit my lip again as I rode the toy through the aftershocks. With a satisfied sigh, I finally turned off the vibrator and put it to the side. I laid there for a moment and basked in the post orgasmic glow. I felt relaxed and happy… but I still felt a little bit wicked. I was thinking about Jorge the last carpenter. He probably thought I was so hot. Hispanic guys love blondes, I learned that in Cancun. They are crazy for blondes. I probably seemed so rich to him, so untouchable. If he only knew that I had been masturbating just a few minutes after he had left.

I was thinking about this as I cleaned off the purple vibrator. As I was about to place it back in the drawer, I stopped. The wicked feeling I have prompted me to place the purple, penis shaped vibrator in the closet. I put it on a shelf, next to the furs, and next to a couple books on hypnosis, and a gold pocket watch that I had bought. I knew Jorge would find it the next day. I felt so sexy, so wicked.

But then the kids came home. I was thrust back into a world that was becoming less and less interesting to me. Cindy’s world. Mom Cindy, School Committee member Cindy, and at the particular time that Nick came home that night – sister Cindy.

“Well, why did you give him the keys?” I said with a snarl to my older sister, Denise. She lived in Rhode Island, and her life was always in a constant state of calamity and sadness. Nick could probably tell who I was on the phone with the moment that he walked in the door, he was not a big fan of hers of course. She was telling me some sob story about how her latest boyfriend had taken her car out after a night of drinking and smashed it up. It was always some pathetic adventure or another with her.

Nick gave me a smile and then headed upstairs to get out of his work clothes. Exchanging his shirt and tie for a t-shirt and basketball shorts. That’s what he did every night. Of course, over the last few weeks, he would also check the daily progress the construction crew was making with the closet.

Frankly, I had been so caught up in what was happening with the boys’ school stuff, dinner, and now Denise’s crap, that I had forgotten about the little surprise that I left for Jorge to find tomorrow.

However, I was certainly reminded when Nick and back downstairs and yelled to me in a panic, “Cindy, you left a dildo in the closet!”.

I could barely put my hand over the receiver fast enough so that Denise couldn’t hear. “SHHHHHH!” I admonished. Jeez, not only did I not want Denise to hear that, I didn’t want the boys to hear him too. God, he is such a spaz sometimes.

His face was red and he was totally shocked. His intense reaction was a reminder for me that my actions of late were really out of character. I knew I was spiraling a bit, but I didn’t care. It was sexy and fun, and exciting. So fucking hot. I loved the idea of Jorge seeing the dildo and not being able to stop thinking about me using it. I even loved that it shocked Nick, and that he wasn’t into it.

Denise was blabbering on and on. I just put her on mute, so she couldn’t hear what I said. I looked Nick deep in the eyes. I changed my body language and my tone. Hell, I felt like I changed my whole persona.

“Nick, look at me, look into my eyes” I said to him. “What did you see in the closet Nick?”

“Your purple… you know” he said. I noticed he didn’t break eye contact.

“What else did you see in the closet Nick?”

“A hypnosis book” he answered

“Have you ever been hypnotized Nick?” I asked, calmly and steadily

“Yes” he whispered now. His eyes locked into mine.

“What else is in the closet Nick?” I asked.

“Furs” he said, his breathing now ragged.

“Who hypnotized you Nick?” I asked

“You did”

“Whose furs are those Nick?”

“Yours” he said. I didn’t want to break eye contact, but I had a hunch that if I glanced down, I’d see an erection forming beneath the basketball shorts.

“You are hypnotized now, aren’t you Nick?” I said to him. It was phrased as a question, but it really wasn’t

“Yes” he whispered. I immediately felt my pussy moisten. I took the phone off mute and just blurted out to Denise that I would call her back. I could listen to her whine about her car problems later. I mean, I didn’t love my mini van, but you didn’t see me calling people complaining about it.

That did give me an idea though…. a wicked idea.

“Who controls you Nick? Who do you serve?’ I asked him as my arousal grew.

“you do. I serve you” he answered

“Good Nick. Go deeper now. Looking deep into my eyes, hearing only the sound of my voice. Deeper and deeper into my hypnotic control. Deeper and deeper.” I said, in my hypnotist voice. This was the first time I had ever brought him under without actually having fur present in the room with us. I wanted to capitalize on this opportunity.

“Looking so deep into my eyes. Completely and utterly focused on me. I am your whole world. So engrossed in me. So captivated by me. I am your hypnotic fur queen, and you are mine. Mine to control, mine to hypnotize. Deeper and Deeper. Going deeper and deeper under my hypnotic control. It feels so good to be completely immersed in my hypnotic spell. You love being hypnotized by me. You love to serve me, to please me. Pleasing me and serving me is the most important thing to you.” I said, my own breathing now ragged from arousal.

“You’ll do anything I say. Anything to please me. You can refuse me nothing. I am the most beautiful woman in the world. I am perfection. You find me so sexy. The more aroused you are, the more you obey me. Even if it is something you don’t want to do, your desire to serve me and please me will take precedence. Do you understand?” I told him. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my temple. I was feeling almost frenzied.

“Yes Cynthia” Nick responded immediately.

“Nick, I want you to go upstairs, and go into the closet. When you are in there, I want you to get on your phone and make a reservation for the nicest hotel in Providence for tomorrow night. We are going to drive my mini van down to Denise, and we are going to give it to her. You are then going to buy me a new Mercedes. Do you understand?” I said. I was actually touching myself at this point. Thank god for Fortenight, I knew it would keep the boys so occupied down in the basement that they wouldn’t come upstairs and overhear this.

“I-I” Nick stuttered, I could see he was struggling.

“You serve me Nick. It is so sexy to serve your fur queen. Tell me you will obey Nick”

“I will obey” he said weakly. I fucking loved it.

“Go upstairs and do that. Then, I want you to jerk off looking at the purple vibrator, thinking of me using it, do you understand?”

“Yes Cynthia”

“When you are done. Make dinner”

“Yes Cynthia”

“Go!” I said, almost evilly. I was so turned on that I stuck my hand down my pants. Maybe I should have gone up with him to use the vibrator…

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Jorge didn’t have much to finish on the job, less than an hour of work left. He was just replacing two drawer handles that had come in wrong and picking up the final check. However, I knew that he would see my purple vibrator on the shelf, on top of the hypnosis book. I knew that would shock and likely arouse him. I knew that, and I loved it.

I was in the kitchen, listening for him to start making his way downstairs. I looked really good, I had on a tight satin blouse, a short little mini skirt, and some strappy heels. It was a sexy version of a professional outfit. As I heard him start to come down the stairs, I hopped on to the kitchen counter and picked up the phone.

“Yes Mr. Mayor, you hear only the sound of my voice. You are deep, deep in my hypnotic power. You will obey my commands completely…” I said as he rounded the corner. I saw him nervously approach me. I had the final check, so I knew he would have to deal with me.

I looked deep into Jorge’s eyes with a sultry look. “Mr. Mayor. Sink deep into hypnosis. Sleep deep until you hear my voice again.” I said into the phone before hitting the mute button theatrically.

“Are you all done?” I asked Jorge.

“Y-Yes Ma’am” he said nervously.

“Before I give you this check, I want you to look deep into my eyes…” I said to him with a wicked smile.

Jorge’s eyes almost popped out of his head before he immediately diverted them. He said something in Spanish that I didn’t understand, and ran out of the house. I laughed and laughed. I might have even cackled. It was definitely an evil laugh none the less. Now, full disclosure, I stuck the check in the mail right away. I wasn’t trying to get out of paying the construction company, nor was I looking for a law suit. I was just looking for a little fun…

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It was easy to get my mom to come watch the boys. After all, I was giving Denise my car. My mom was always so overly protective of Denise, which by the way, is a large part of why she is who she is – but that is not the point of this story.

So anyway, my Mom came to watch the boys the next afternoon, which was a Friday so it worked out well. I was dressed very nicely, make up done, etc. Nick shuddered a little bit when he first saw me as he got home from work. I told him to shower and put on something nice as well. He of course obliged.

I didn’t wear the fur out of the house. I didn’t really want to wear it in front of my mom or the boys. I had Nick put a couple of them into garment bags and place them in the mini van. It was all smiles and hugs and “Cindy” when we were leaving the house. I knew the boys would be in good hands with my mom, despite the fact that she would spoil them rotten, and let them eat way more sugar than I would. Oh well, I didn’t really care about that at that moment.

As soon as we were both in the car, it was 100% Cynthia time. I had Nick pull over the second that we were out of view of our house, and get one of the furs out of the garment bag. I wasn’t going to wear it in the car, but I just wanted it out for the psychological effects it would have.

We live about an hour and a half north of Providence. This was a Friday night, so the traffic was thick. I called and got reservations at a restaurant called the Capitol Grille. It was known to be one of the nicest in the city. There was no place to park nearby the restaurant. I told Nick to pull up to the front and drop me off at the door. When we were at the front, I told him to get my fur and put it on me. He did so, opening my car door, taking my hand as I got out, treating me like a queen as he helped me slip into the fur.

I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he helped me into the fur. Part of me wanted to have him take me to the hotel right then and there and ride him like a cowgirl. But, I wanted to enjoy the evening first. I turned to him as I reached down and grabbed his crotch. As I suspected, his cock was rock hard. Perfect! That is just how I wanted it. I figured there was a possibility that the restaurant hostess even saw me grab him, but I didn’t care. I was in full Cynthia mode at this point.

I entered the restaurant with a confidence that I could have only dreamed about in my twenties. I immediately notice a lot of eyes on me. That wasn’t unusual, but in this fur, with this confidence, I felt it was magnified significantly. As I scanned the room, taking a mental inventory of all who noticed me. There were a number of men checking me out. There were a number of women givng me the stink eye. I loved it all.

Then I noticed this one guy at the bar. He was older, like 50’s, and he was well dressed. Expensive clothes. He had a look in his eye that I have seen before. It was the same look that Nick had the first time he saw me in a fur. All the color had drained from the guy’s face. He tried to avert his eyes, likely realizing that he was staring, but he just couldn’t. As a little test, I lightly ran my finger tips down the shawl collar of my fox fur coat as I stared at him. I could see from the guy’s reaction that I had just taken his breath away.

This dude 100% had a fur fetish! I laughed wickedly to no one. It was the same kind of laugh I laughed when I was teasing Jorge. Who the hell was I becoming?

Nick entered the restaurant, I felt him come up behind me. The hostess smiled at us politely and showed us to our seat. I kept glancing over to my starstruck friend at the bar, his eyes never left me. I looked at him and laughed knowingly.

Dinner was fantastic, as were the cosmopolitans. I knew I was getting a bit tipsy, but I didn’t care. At the end of my second cosmopolitan, and idea formed. It was crazy, and bad, and stupid. But… I wanted to be crazy and band and stupid. I knew I needed Nick’s cooperation. I looked deep into his eyes with my hypnotist gaze.

“Nick, I want you to do something.” I said.

“Anything” Nick responded. He was so far gone tonight.

“There is a man at the bar in a blue tie. I want you to go to the bar and get me another Cosmo. Strike up a conversation with him. Make sure you somehow work in that your wife is a hypnotist. Do you understand?” I said.

“Yes, I understand”

“Good. Go now.” I said. Commanding him like this was getting me a little bit aroused. I did my best to not glance over at them while Nick was talking to the guy. He was probably up at the bar for a good 15-20 minutes, which was a good sign that he was likely successful in striking up a conversation.

When he finally came back, I asked him if he was successful in his task. He confirmed that he was. That part of my hastily put together plan was complete, now I just needed to wait for Mr. Blue Tie to get up to go to the bathroom. He had been sitting at the bar for like an hour, I knew it wouldn’t take long.

Sure enough, I only had to wait about ten minutes. I saw Mr. Blue Tie get up and turn towards the restroom. Of course, he snuck a few more glances at me. I knew this was my chance. I had to occupy Nick though. I told him to let his attention wander, to start noticing other things in the restaurant, etc. I told him he wouldn’t notice that I had left the table, and would keep just dazing off until I spoke to him again. It worked perfectly, I saw him start looking around as soon as I had said that.

With part two of the plan in play, I grabbed my fur coat from the back of my chair and slipped it on as I headed to the restroom. Mr. Blue Tie of course noticed this, as his eyes hadn’t really left me all night. Now, I will admit, I really felt the Cosmopolitans when I stood up. Wow, I was definitely a little drunk.

I was able to not stumble over to him though, which was impressive in the heels I was in. I caught him before the bathroom.

"Hi, I see you like this white fox coat I’m wearing”, I said to him as I got close, looking deep into his now… well, petrified eyes.

He tried to say something, probably to make an excuse. As soon as I saw him go to speak, I put my finger on his lips. “Shhhhh. It’s ok I know that you like it. It’s ok.”

I slowly removed my finger from his lips and then held my hand in front of his eyes for a moment. Slowly and seductively, I moved my fingers to the thick fox shawl collar. As I expected, his eyes never left my finger tips. “That’s right. You are finding that you can’t look away from my gentle, soft caressing of the fur. You are finding that your eyes are locked on finger tips and you can`t look away. It may be that you just find the sight of my feminine hand caressing the thick, soft fur is so pleasant to look at. I`m very glad you find my fingers stroking the fur pleasing enough for you to want to watch me do it just like you`re doing right now. I’m ok with it, I’m letting you just stare, like you’ve wanted to. Just SSssoo natural to just want to reelllaax and watch me caress the fur. SSssoo natural... ssssoo natural to want to stare at me touching the fur and listen to my voice. Nothing unusual. Nothing but just reellaaxxing and staring like you`re doing, and listening to my voice. SSssoo easy....ssssoo natural....ssssoo rreeellaaxing..... reeellaaaxing.....” I could see his jaw was hanging open and his eyes looked glazed. I slowly moved my fingertips up to my face. His eyes followed and met mine. Now our eyes were locked, fixed. I then moved closer to him and placed my thumb on his forehead and my fingers on his head. Speaking to him in a soft, sexy tone of voice, I began to slowly rotate his head. “....reeellaaxing more and more as you look deep into my eyes. Deeper and Deeeeper into my eyes now. You find it impossible to look away from my eyes. You find it impossible to look away. My eyes pull you deeeeper and deeeeeper into them. Feel it...feel them pull you in deeeeper and deeeeeper. Down deeeep...down deeeep into my eyes and you love this feeling of just letting go and sinking...sinking...down deeeep....down deeeep into my eyes. Just let go now and sink all the way down...deep.....deeeeep....deeeeeep into reeellaaxing sleep... sleeeep....sleeeeeeeeeeep....” With that, he collapsed on to me. Slumped right on to my shoulder. I started to freak out, wondering if anyone at the restaurant was noticing what was going on, but it quickly faded away as I realized I needed to keep this moving quickly.

“Hearing only the sound of my voice. You will do exactly as I tell you to do. It feels so good to follow and obey. Now, stand up, open your eyes, but remain deep in hypnotic trance.” I told him.

He did so. Good. That was going to get awkward fast with him draped all over me. Plus, he was heavy.

“Now, I want you to answer me completely honestly, do you understand?”

“Yes” he responded quietly

“Good, that makes me very happy, and you want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“Yes” he responded earnestly.

“Goooood”, I cooed. “You are doing soo well. Now, what is your name?”

“Doug Stumbly”

“Good Doug. I’m pleased that you told me that. Do you like to please me Doug?”

“Yes”

“Good. So good. Are you sexually attracted to women in furs Doug?”

“Yes, women in white furs” he said

White furs. Ok. Geez, these guys and their fetishes are like, sooo specific. Being a guy must be so weird. Whatever. “Good Doug, very good. I am the most beautiful woman you have ever seen wearing a white fur live and in person, aren’t I?” I said/suggested.

“Yes” he responded. I knew it.

“Good, you are doing so well, you are making me happy and that makes you feel even more happy, and relaxed, and it allows you to sink even deeper into hypnosis for me. Now, tell me, are you rich?” I asked, now pretty damn bold.

“Yes”

“How?” I asked. Like, inheritance, hedge fund? I was curious.

“I own Stumbly Motor Group” he said.

Well well well. That could come in handy. Wait, I was getting ahead of myself. “Are you married?”

“No.”

“Were you ever?”

“Yes. Divorced”

“Do you live in Providence?”

“yes”

Frankly, I had more questions. I was pushing my luck here outside the bathroom though. I had to keep this show on the road. “Doug, in a moment, I am going to snap my fingers. You will awaken and take my phone. You will put your number in it. You will then go to the bathroom. When you are finished you will find the manager and pay for mine and my husband’s meal. When you get a text from Cynthia, your Fur Queen, you will obey the instructions completely, do you understand?”

“Yes” he said, then I snapped and handed him my phone. His eyes opened and he took my phone and entered his information. A smile came to my lips as I watched him.

I was definitely drunk, and I stumbled as I walked back to our table as Dougy-boy took a pee. I told Nick that he would follow me passively for the rest of the night, without thinking or questioning anything. Just so happy to be near me that nothing else mattered, nothing seems out of place. I said that as long as he is with me, everything is just fine. He was so deeply in my thrall at that point that he just went with whatever I said.

I looked over and saw him talking to the manager. The waiter came over and told us a gentleman had taken care of the bill for us. I smiled brightly and thanked him. I told Nick it was time to go, and that we were off to the hotel. Admittedly, in his zoned out state, I had to handle a few more of the arrangements than I would have liked. I was pretty drunk, so I knew I shouldn’t drive. I decided to leave the car in the garage it was already in and call an Uber to get us to the hotel. On the way there, I managed to check in via an app and got the room key sent to my phone. It was a pretty slick interactive feature, but it was hard as hell to do when hammered. I pulled it off though.

I texted Doug. Doug, this is Cynthia, your Fur Queen. Come to the Biltmore, room 427 at 10:00. Even in my drunken state, I couldn’t believe I was inviting… or should I say ordering… another man to our hotel room. This was pretty far out, even for the new me.

By the time we got into the room, it was already almost 10. I told Nick to sit on the bed and stare into space. I went into the bathroom and freshened up my make up and brushed my teeth. I also took off my clothes, leaving only my sexy underwear. Then I put back on the fur. I reapplied some perfume and there was a knock at the door.

I opened the hotel door wearing only the white fur coat and my sexy Victoria’s secret satin bra and panties. My coat was open as one of my arms rested on the door jam. I could see from Doug’s face that he was speechless. Frankly, a heart attack on this older guy was like a real concern at that moment.

“come in” I told him, walking away from the door. “close it” I commanded as he entered. He probably would have closed it anyway, but I was just throwing out another command because it felt good.

“Look, I really appreciate meeting you, but I – “ Doug started.

“Shhhhhh” I said as I turned to him, my fingers once again on his lips. This time, I applied pressure with my finger, pushing him. Pushing him down. Down to his knees. My eyes were locked on his. I felt the power coursing through me.

“Nick, get on your knees next to him. DO it now” I said. Nick passively slumped off the bed and hit his knees next to Doug.

“Both of you, stare at me!” I commanded as I backed up and stood in front of them. I grabbed a chair from little desk set up in the room and sat in front of them.

I was still drunk. Not only on alcohol, but on hypnotic, sexual power. “I want you to look at me. See only me.” I said to the awestruck men. ”In fact, I want you to think of me in this fur ... nothing else ...just concentrate on me ... use the beautiful fur coat as a focus to direct your mind so you can concentrate only on me ...... only of me .... nothing else .... not the sounds of the hotel around you ... not the others checked in here ... nothing matters to you, but me .... concentrate only on me..... concentrate on me ....."

I could tell they were both concentrating on me as instructed. It was such an odd situation, both for my husband, and this random dude I basically kidnapped. The wicked part of me laughed inside as I guessed that some part of both of them knew that something was wrong, that he shouldn’t let this happen. But I was going after them hard… and I knew guys like them were weak because of their fetishes.

"Think of me ... only of me ..... concentrate on the sound of my voice and my presence .... You are slipping into a deep . intoxicating hypnotic trance that I have crafted and you find you cannot stop your descent . With every second that passes you feel your will to resist me slipping away and your desire to obey me growing. You want to obey me. You NEED to obey me.... You desire to be my fur slave .. and each second your desire to serve me grows. Every second you look at me and listen to my voice brings you closer to total surrender. Feel your will power dissolve, with every word I speak to you. Feel your desire to be my fur slave grow. "

I could see that both of them were now sporting huge erections. That turned me on even more.

“nothing else else matters but your Fur Queen ..... my voice will lead you and you will follow ... follow me ..... OBEY me ...... you KNOW you want to follow me don't you ... you KNOW you want to obey me .... you want to obey my every command .... you want to be ENSLAVED by me don't you ... think about it and when you know it to be true repeat the words, My fur slaves ..... you WANT to obey me .... you WANT to be my fur slaves ....... say it .... what do you want....."

“to be your fur slave!” each man croaked out.

"Your MIND belongs to me," I said, as I started to stroke my own pussy. My speaking voice was now ragged as my breath quickened. “You are hypnotized., my pet. Hypnotized and enslaved by your Fur Queen"

Doug's mouth struggled to form words but he croaked out, " hyp ... no ... tized ....". Nick was just so far gone, he just stared with completely entranced eyes.

"And what do you want to do now, my Fur slaves?" I panted.

"I want to do any thing you command , " Doug said. Nick muttered “obey you Cynthia”. I felt myself on the edge of cumming.

"Then take out your cock and jerk off!” I yelled as I came. Both men obeyed without question. It was crazy. They both came almost instantly and almost in unison. Milky white fluids shooting up in the air. Each of their cum hitting both my leg (either the right or the left) and the floor below. It felt both cold and warm at the same time on my shin.

It was also so taboo, so crazy, so dominant. I was lost in some sort of control mongering haze. I looked at the two weak slaves in front of me. Each with so much power in their regular lives, but now my hypnotized obedient playthings. I laughed my wicked laugh again. I was so absolutely shit faced on power. “Lick it up!” I commanded. Each man immediately took one of my legs and gently started licking his own cum off of me.

Who. The. Fuck. Was I becoming?

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Loved your work on My life as a Hypno Fur Queen, do you think you'll do another chapter?

Yes, I’m working on it now actually.

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My life as a Hypno Fur Queen (Chapter 1)

By Hypnofur

This all started when my Father in law passed away. Well, I guess it started when Nick and I were each in our teens, that’s where the deepest origins come from. However, as far as what brought my husband and a man we don’t know both on their knees in front of me in a hotel room in Providence Rhode Island, both deeply in a hypnotic trance, well, I guess that part of story kicked off when my Father in Law died.

I was always pretty in high school. I’m not tall enough to be a model or anything, but I got plenty of attention from boys. Enough so that I could kind of pick and choose my dates. I picked Nick in college. He was handsome, but also very smart. Selfishly, I’ll admit I thought he was going to be a good provider. I’m not the hardest worker in the world, but I have expensive tastes.

I was right about Nick. He was a good provider. However, he was frugal. Don’t get me wrong, we had a great life. Two great kids, a really nice mini van, a beautiful colonial on a cul de sac in a great town. We have a really nice life. However, I loved designer clothes. I wanted to be whisked away to Europe on a trip. I wanted a summer home and a place for skiing. I would have probably gone into debt for these things, but Nick, my rock, was very frugal. He always wanted to “save for a rainy day”. I knew he was right, so I didn’t push.

So anyway, a couple of months ago, my Father in Law passed away. Nick’s mom had passed away a few years earlier. It was all very sad, and Nick went into a bit of a funk. Our sex life, which was fairly vanilla and slow in its best days, also dwindled. We are both in the 40 neighborhood, so I guess that isn’t completely odd, but it is disappointing. Nick was in mourning though, so I didn’t dare bring it up.

There were three specific events here that started the chain reaction of transforming all of this. The first was when we met with the executor of the will. We learned of the inheritance that Nick was receiving. It was really substantial. Especially once we sold his father’s house, which was worth well over a million at this point, as the area it was in had skyrocketed in value over the last few years.

That led to the second event of the chain reaction. Me quitting my part time job. Now, the quitting of the job just set up the logistics of the third event, but the job itself plays a big part in this story. See, about a year prior, Nick and I had a big argument about spending. I had been a stay at home mom since the kids were born. Now that they were both in middle and high school though, I had a lot of free time. Free time that I used for shopping. I may have gone a bit overboard. At the end of the argument, it was decided I would get a part time job.

I found a job as a receptionist/office helper for a hypnotherapist. I’ll admit, I the ad jumped out at me. I’d always been fascinated by hypnosis. When I was in high school, a hypnotist came to our after prom party. The way the big tough football player all obeyed the orders that embarrassed and humiliated them really turned me on. I’m not a man, so it is not like I fixated on that or anything, but I always found it sexy. That was why I applied to work at the hypnotherapy office.

The practioner was a woman named Martha, sometimes she’d have me sit on the sessions as a witness or to record. I always got a little turned on by it. Not that Martha was sexy at all, but I guess I was just into the whole thing. I often imagined myself doing what she did. It gave me some tingles lets say.

The third event of the chain reaction came when I opened a box I found as I was cleaning out my Father in Law’s attic. I had quit Martha’s practice so I could spend my time taking charge of getting the house ready to be sold. This included, getting all the old stuff out of it, which is how I found myself up in the attic.

What I found in that box was a delicious surprise. It was one of Nick’s old binders from high school. At least, that is what it looked like. Instead, there were tons of pictures from magazines and catalogs he had collected of women wearing fur coats. There were even some stories that looked like they were printed from an old AOL account. I had stumbled on to my husband’s secret fetish!

I sat there, with a variety of feelings running through my head. First of all, I was hurt. Why wouldn’t he share this with me? But I was also turned on. There was something sexy about the thought of Nick getting all worked up and out of control…

Plus, it perhaps presented an opportunity to get our sex life back on track. Our marriage needed that. God, looking back on it, it all started so innocently. Trying to get our marriage back to normal. That was really my goal when, about two weeks after that, I had gone onto Ebay looking for a fur. That weekend, I found a great little sable jacket that I could actually see myself wearing out. I arranged for sleepovers for both kids, and I told Nick I was hoping he’d take me out.

When he arrived home, I was standing there, in front of the fire place, my hair and make up done perfectly, in the sable. Underneath, I had on a black velvet pants suit that I got for his company Christmas Party last year. That party outfit had driven him batty, he was all over me that night, and I never understood why. Now I realize he had a thing for soft textures like that. Jeez, again, I wish I knew this years ago!

I was in the center of the living room when he arrived, just standing there, looking at him seductively, stroking the soft sable of my jacket, lightly caressing my face with the collar. I could see his jaw just drop.

“Are you ready to go darling?” I asked as he walked into the living room. I could see his pupils dilate. A bead of sweat even formed on his head, despite the fact that I had it rather cool in the room. I was loving it. Every wife of 16 years should be so lucky.

“Take a seat” I said, surprisingly forcefully. I was loving the sexual power I had over him. In a daze, he stumbled onto our white couch. I climbed into his lap.

“Do you like my new coat?” I asked as I undid his shirt and tie, revealing his naked chest.

“Cindy, I-“ he stumbled.

“Shhhhh Nick. Just relax. I know all about your little secret.”

He said nothing. There was a pause as I contemplated for a few moments what I wanted to do next. I was pretty sure I knew though. Nick was just staring at the soft sable fur. I smiled and moved my face near his, feeling that he was putty in my hands. I moved in for a kiss. When our lips touched I felt his lips yielding to mine, waiting for me to lead. My tongue searched for his and he seemed to almost melt into me. When the kiss finally stopped I began to whisper in his ear. I told him to rub his hands all over me, to feel me. As I sat on his lap, I could feel him get rocl hard.

“Yess, Nick, just keep touchng me, feeling me. We are alone, and I am your wife. It’s all perfectly right, perfectly natural. You can give in. You are safe with me. Give in to your fantasy Nick, give into your desires. I don’t want you to do anything except continuing to feel me, to feel the soft sable and the soft velvet, and of course my body beneath.” I said as I felt my pussy getting so wet. He was breathing hard, so turned on. I loved it.

“Nick,let me guide you now. Feel yourself safe with me, trusting me, trusting your wife. I want you to surrender to the arousal, surrender to the fur and to my voice. Feel yourself slipping into a sexual trance Nick. I am guiding your into a sexual trance. Just relax. Relax and give in. So warm, so comfortable, so happy….”

I continued to whisper soft, relaxing words in his ear I felt him start to slump into me a bit. As I continued to speak in low, sweet tones, using words and concepts I had learned from watching Martha, I knew he’d become just a puddle. Especially as I continued to caress him with the fur. The few words he tried to utter were incoherent.

My husband was actually slipping into a hypnotic trance.

Knowing I had him succumbing, I breathed a bit of warm breath into his ear and watched him shiver, making no moves to stop me. Right then and there I decided to just make him mine for the evening. I began to whisper in his ear, softly and sensually. Counting down from 10 to 1, watching him slip into trance, I couldn’t believe this was really working. It must have just been an all out attack on Nick’s senses. His mind was overwhelmed and he became susceptible.

“Follow me to the bedroom Nick” I commanded sweetly as I dismounted from his lap. He walked behind me. When we got to our room, I sat him down on our bed and smiled. He was so docile, and so focused on me. The power I had over him was intoxicating.

I slowly caressed him with the fur, and deepened his trance. Eventually, I could just sort of feel that he was deeply, deeply hypnotized. I was discovering I had quite a knack for this.

“Nick, you are deeply hypnotized, do you understand?” I asked him

“Yes Cindy” he said quietly

“Good, you love me wearing fur for you, don’t you Nick?” I said, loving the buzz

“yes Cindy”

“Good. Nick, touch me, feel me in the furs, let your hands explore my body as my words penetrate your mind.”

“Yes, I am your queen in furs, aren’t I?” I moaned. His hands exploring my body, albeit over my fur and velvet, was really turning me on.

“Yes Cindy” he breathed. I could see and feel that he was getting turned on as well.

“Nick, when I wear furs, you will address me as Cynthia, not Cindy, do you understand?”

“Yes Cynthia” he said

“mmm, and you’ll do anything for Cynthia, your fur queen” I said aggressively

“yes”

“Say it Nick. Say it and feel it imprint in your subconscious mind as your new truth”

“I’ll do anything for Cynthia, my fur queen” he said

“Take off your pants!” I almost shouted. He obeyed immediately as his rock hard cock shot up in the air after being freed from his under pants. I discarded my own pants and panties, and got on the bed. “FUCK ME HARD – NOW!” I demanded. God, I had never been in a frenzy like this in my life.

He obeyed immediately, bucking with more force than he ever had before. “Do – ahhh - not cum until- ughhh - your fur queen – ahhh ahhh - permits it oooooohhhhhhh ahhhhhhahahhhhh yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” I shouted out as he hammered me. I had never come like that before, and I loved it. I actually finished my orgasm, and forgot to tell him he could release.

Since then, I fully embraced this. The next time we had some time when the kids weren’t home, I got myself dolled up, then slipped the fur on. He was in his office, watching his beloved Patriots. It was a Thursday Night game. I looked in the room, and saw that the game was in over time. I knew enough about football to know that this was a huge game, and had big implications for home field advantage. Nick was glued to the TV, so into the game. Perfect timing to test my power.

I walked in front of the television in my sable jacket, with only a satin teddy underneath. “Nick, turn off the television now.” I said firmly. I was very interested to see if he would hesitate. I knew how much he had been looking forward to this game. Much to my satisfaction, he obeyed without any hesitation at all.

I felt a rush of power. Here he was, in his office, king of his castle so to speak. But now he would kneel before his fur queen. In fact, that was a good idea. I made him kneel. My pussy tingled as he fell before me. I laughed victoriously. I was loving this. I loved the power, the control.

What could I make him do? Suddenly, I had an idea, a wicked idea. “Nick, sit back down at your desk chair” I instructed. I then went behind him and started massaging his temples and caressing his face with the soft sable fur. I brought him down into an even deeper trance than I had before.

When I was quite sure he was well under, I was so turned on. Our bedroom was connected to his office, it would have been so easy to have him go on our bed and just ride him, but I had other plans first.

“Nick, do you remember when I asked if we could someday turn this office into a large, walk in closet for me?” I asked him

“Yes Cynthia” he answered.

“You thought I was kidding, didn’t you?”

“Yes Cynthia”

“Well, I wasn’t Nick. I want this to be my walk in closet. It is going to house all of my beautiful clothes, and my growing collection of furs. You’ll do this for me, won’t you Nick?”

He paused for a moment. He was resisting. I had to turn up the heat. “I am your fur queen Nick. You will do this for me as I command” I said, knowing the attachment he had for his office would really stretch the limits of my hypnotic influence over him.

To seal the deal, I caressed his face one more time with the fur. I’ll admit, I held my breath for a moment, this was a major stepping stone down the path we were now forging.

“Yes Cynthia” he finally said.

I was so excited. I couldn’t take it anymore. This time I did take him over to the bed and I rode him to an unbelievable orgasm. I did let him cum at the end this time, but only when I was done. I loved my new power.

The next day was a Friday, and Nick was at work. At home, I was really wondering if he would actually take the steps to have his office done over as a walk in closet for me. I didn’t hear anything from him all morning. Finally, around 11, I texted him.

Me: Have you contacted a contractor to do over the office yet?

Nick: Cindy, we have to talk about that

Shit! Shit! Shit! He was resisting. No! I couldn’t have this. I had gotten so far! It was one thing when I was with him, and I could use my hypnotic techniques and the furs to overcome any hint of resistance. However, with him at work, without a rock hard cock affecting his thinking, he was fighting back. I knew he didn’t want to convert the office, but this was a battle I had to win. I was loving having this power, and I wanted it to be real, I wanted to control him, not just on sexy things he wanted to do anyway, but real control. I had to find a way to regain that.

It didn’t’ take a master strategist to figure that his cock was the key. I had to reactivate that advantage so to speak. I knew what to do. I got my make up on, and I put on the sable. I took a selfie. It wasn’t the first selfie I had taken. I’m not of the selfie generation, but most times when I thought I looked good, I would take one and post it to facebook. I liked the idea of people I knew from high school or college looking me up and being impressed with how good I still looked.

I took about five pictures, and finally found one that I liked. Time was of the essence, I sent it to Nick’s phone.

Me: Do you see what I am wearing Nick?

Nick: Yes Cynthia

Me: ur cock is getting hard, isn’t it Nick?

Nick: Yes Cynthia

Me: Who is ur Fur Queen Nick?

Nick: You are Cynthia

I knew I had him as soon as he referred to me as Cynthia in the text. My pussy immediately got wet. The control was so sexy. I fucking loved it. Ironically, I could feel myself losing control a little bit.

Me: Nick, I want the contractor to start Monday. I want a closet for my furs Nick. Can u imagine me in all of those furs? Pay expediting fees if you have to Nick, I want this project to start right away, do u understand?

Nick: Yes Cynthia

With that I put the phone down and actually masturbated. I took out my vibrator and just enjoyed myself. It was all so sexy, so powerful, so fun. God, I was like a teen boy or something. What had gotten into me?

That weekend, I took on the Cynthia persona anytime the kids were not around. Both Nick and I were so worked up all day. The kids were older now, so it wasn’t’ like they went to bed at 10:00. After dinner, I commanded Nick to go to Home Depot and buy a door lock for our bedroom door. He did so and installed it. That night, we told the boys we were going to bed at 8:00, and to turn out all of the house lights when they went to bed. We then went into the office/future walk in closet (which is attached to the bedroom) and fucked like crazy. Then I hypnotized him deeper, using some pretty intense fractionalization stuff I found online. Then we fucked again, then I hypnotized him again, then we fucked. It was a cycle, a gloriously addictive cycle.

Just as I had commanded, construction crews started on Monday. Having construction crews in your house is not easy, so I was glad it was only going to take a week. I had to get up really early each morning to make sure that I was showered and ready before the crews came. Most of the time they were there, I was out and about, mostly shopping. I would be back in the house sometimes though, and I could sense the workers checking me out. Normally, I would have been creeped out by this, but in my new, hyper sexualized state, I found it sexy.

One of the days, I drove up to a fur dealer in New Hamphsire that I found online. I ended up buying like ten furs. It cost almost $10k, but I didn’t care. We had plenty of money now, and I was diving head first into this phase of our life. Buying them made me feel sexy too. I then stopped at a book store to pick up some more hypnosis related reading material. With all of this, I was feeling rather aroused as I drove the hour plus home. I knew I looked good. I had on a little black leather jacket that now had a thick fox fur collar attached. I also happened to be wearing my best jeans. I figured I would pop my head in and see how things were going.

The men were a bit nervous when I entered the room. I could feel their eyes on me. I must have looked so upper class and untouchable to the blue collar workers. That made me even hornier. We made small talk for a moment as I complemented them on how quickly they were working. Only one of the guys even really had the courage to speak up. The others were so immature, shooting glances and little giggles between each other like my junior high son and his friends do.

“What’s that book about?” he asked, referring to the hypnosis book I was holding, the one that clearly read “Hypnosis” on the cover.

“I’m a hypnotist” I heard myself answer. Wow.

“Does that shit work? Oops, sorry ma’am. Does that stuff work?” he asked.

I laughed a sexy laugh (yes, I know how to do a sexy laugh). “It absolutely does. I have never hypnotized someone that I couldn’t control completely. I’ve never put someone under who wasn’t soon ready to do or think anything I command” I said, looking deep into his eyes. It was a true statement. Albeit, a much smaller (one) sample size than they were probably envisioning.

I couldn’t believe I heard myself talking like this.

What was really interesting though, was their reaction to the comment. I could see that they believed me. They almost looked… nervous. The giggling and silliness stopped. It was like they were wondering if I was going to hypnotize them right there and then.

I fucking loved it.

“Boys, when you are done, I want the last one of you to turn on the bath for me.” I said confidently as I walked out of the room. They were just stunned. I went into the living room and flipped through a magazine after that. I was so turned on, it was hard to not play with myself right there and then. About an hour later, I hear the bath go on. The designated speaker of the crew poked his head in a moment later. “Ma’am, the bath is on” he said.

I thanked him, but acted so cool, so… above him. I of course snuck to the window and watched them pull out of the driveway, then locked the doors. I wasn’t really going to hop into the bath with a bunch of horny construction workers around. However, when I sank into that bathtub, I did fantasize that they hadn’t left. Instead I fantasized that I hypnotized every one of them, and they were now down on their knees, naked in front of me. Jerking themselves off as they looked at me like I was a goddess. And with that, I got myself off. Oh my god, what was happening with me?

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Out For Delivery in Dallas

By Hypnofur

Mid February 2021

The irony was, none of the three beings in this tale had lived in Dallas for more than a month. Brittany and Timothy Cosgrove had just purchased their expensive condo on the North side of Dallas in January. Carlos Torres had been living in El Paso Texas for a very long time, and had just recently come to the Dallas area.

None of them, actually no one in all of Texas, expected the winter blast they got in mid February. The entire state was a disaster. Texans just didn’t know how to handle winter weather. Brittany and Timothy had just moved here from Indianapolis, so to them, this wasn’t even that bad a winter storm. However, agreeing to the purchase of matching his and her’s Corvettes was part of the Brittany’s compromise to get her husband to agree to move to Dallas. Brittany had just gotten a job with one of the DFW area’s top hospitals as their chief nutritionist. More importantly, she had struck a deal with the ABC affiliate to be their on air Nutrition expert. Brittany’s ultimate goal was to parlay her beauty, and nutrition expertise, into a gig on the national scene. Good Morning America or something.

Timothy knew this, and he loved Brittany very much. He would have moved to Dallas without the Corvette deal, as he knew it was a much bigger media market than Indy. However, he was an attorney, and it was in his DNA to negotiate. Thus, the two corvettes. He of course didn’t know it was going to snow here in Texas, thus, he didn’t really care much that his luxury condo was on one of the few hills in Dallas. Corvettes did not go up hill in the snow very well.

It was about 6:00 when Brittany forced Timothy to watch the #freebrittany documentary with her on FX. She was always fascinated with Brittany Spears, due to them having the same name and being about the same age. Timothy agreed to watch it, as he had been hogging the TV with sports for a few days now. By the time the show was over, it was like 7:30, and both were starving.

Each of the young urban professionals scanned their phones for some place that would deliver. But between the weather and power outages all around, there were no good restaurants that were options. The only place open was a McDonalds two blocks away.

“No way!” Brittany laughed. “Tim, I haven’t been to a McDonalds in like 11 years. I’m not starting tonight. I’ll starve first thanks.”

“OK, but I don’t want to. Come with me, you can at least get a salad. They have those.” Tim negotiated.

“Do you know what is in those???” Brittany said, then stopped herself. She had learned a while ago that people didn’t like when she annoyingly listed all of the bad ingredients in food. “Argh, ok. I’ll take a walk with you there.” She relented with a smile.

Once there, she remembered how much she loved Orange Soda. Tim smiled, but didn’t tease her about it. She appreciated that. She actually hated being teased. She snuggled up to him as they walked out of the McDonalds and headed back to their condo through the snowy mess.

Carlos was also very hungry on this winter night. He was miserable, he absolutely hated the cold. Born in Mexico, and then spending a tremendous amount of time in El Paso, he had never had to deal with cold and snow like this. He wished he was back in Mexico this evening. Carlos’ move to Dallas wasn’t based on career advancement though, it was based on Covid-19 vaccinations. More specifically, the blood of humans who had been vaccinated.

This past year had been the worst of Carlos’ 209 on this earth. The last 150 in El Paso had been wonderful. Feeding on the blood of Mexican immigrants who crossed the border with little identification. Knowing that the secretive nature of the illegal immigrant community would stop any real deep inquisitions into mysterious deaths. It was also nice and warm. It was the perfect place for the vampire.

However, Covid-19 changed all that. Feasting on the blood of a human with Covid made him incredibly sick, for weeks at a time. Over and over everytime he bit someone with the disease. He eventually learned how to smell Covid, but only in humans that had it bad. He, like everyone else, couldn’t detect it in the asymptomatic. Therefore, also like everyone else, he was very pleased when the vaccines started coming out. Much to his pleasure, he could smell the chemicals in vaccinated humans’ blood. He could detect who was vaccinated, and who was not.

That’s why he migrated up to Dallas. People in El Paso were getting the vaccine, but it was largely the elderly. Elderly blood didn’t taste nearly as good as the blood of those in their prime. The large medical community in Dallas meant lots of people in their 20’s and 30’s who had gotten the vaccine as part of the “first responder” roll out.

Brittany and Timothy had both received their shots (both doses) in Indianapolis. Brittany got it because she worked for a hospital, and she was able to get Timothy in because of her connections. As he approached the young urban couple, Carlos could smell the Moderna in them. He had quickly come to love that scent. His mood, which had been quite dour due to the snow and ice and cold, was quickly improving. He thought he’d have a very hard time finding food tonight, but here it was being delivered right to him.

Brittany and Timothy saw the short, somewhat rotund Mexican man approaching them as they were still laughing about McDonalds. Brittany had actually gotten a refill of Orange Soda before they left. They laughed as they joked about cameras seeing them and her soda getting reported to ABC. Carlos was really caught off guard by this weather, and was wearing what would be considered “summer clothes”.

“Look at this poor guy” Timothy said to his wife. While he was a very aggressive, very greedy corporate attorney, he was also very kind and generous. That is one of the reasons Brittany loved him with her whole heart and soul.

“Are you ok my friend?” Timothy asked the man as he and his wife slowly came to a stop on the icy hill to greet the stranger who was coming up it.

“Actually, I’m very hungry and I hate the cold.” the man answered back. Neither Brittany or Timothy immediately noticed that unlike them, when he spoke, there was no steam coming from his mouth on this frigid evening.

“Here, why don’t you take my scarf and some money. There is a McDonalds two blocks North. They are open, we just came from there.” Timothy said, handing the man both his expensive scarf, and $50. Brittany had never loved him more. As she watched with love and admiration as her tall, athletic, handsome husband committed a random act of kindness for a hungry, short, poor, sexy Mexican man.

Wait, why do I find that little guy sexy? Brittany suddenly asked herself. What was it about him? She studied him a little more, and as she did, she felt her pussy actually tingle a bit. God, he was hot. She had never been attracted to Hispanic guys before, especially little short fat ones. What the hell was going on? Why was he so fucking sexy? Brittany was suddenly very glad she had put a cute outfit on and decided to look good going to McDonalds.

“Do you live around here?” Carlos asked Timothy.

“Y-yes” Timothy answered, also oddly affected by the stranger as well.

“Do you own your home?” Carlos asked.

“yes” Timothy confirmed again.

Now Carlos’ mood really improved. Humans knew a lot about Vampire lore, but there were some things that they didn’t truly understand. This was very true surrounding some of the rules of being invited into a home. It could only be done by the true owner of the home. Therefore, renters could not invite a vampire in. Also, another little known fact was that a vampire could hypnotically compel his victim to invite him into their home, but only if the victim was not currently in the home. So, that meant while he couldn’t just knock on a door and get someone to invite him in, these two humans that were “out for delivery” fit the bill just perfect.

“Soy tu Maestra” Carlos said to Timothy, who understood perfectly as he stared back deep into the vampire’s eyes. “Invitame a tu casa”

“Please, won’t you come inside?” Timothy asked.

This was enough to wake Brittany from the light sexual trance she was in. She suddenly felt the coolness of her now damp panties. Wait, Tim shouldn’t invite a stranger into their home… “Tim, hold on…” she said.

“Mirame a los ojos” Carlos said to the Irish Scotish Italian American beauty who took French in high school and did not speak a lick of Spanish. Yet, her eyes immediately darted to his. She could almost feel her thoughts being unavoidably pushed aside. Even her concern over this odd situation was fading away, replaced by a growing sexual attraction, and a need to submit… to obey as he said to her, “Soy tu Maestra”

“Lead the way” Carlos directed Timothy. The husband took his wife’s hand and lead the stranger the rest of the way down the snow covered street back to their condo. Brittany continued to look back at Carlos, she couldn’t help it. He was so fascinating, so sexual. She tried to stop herself. She knew she was married, and she had truly never wanted anyone other than Timothy since they met a decade ago. But Carlos, the short, pudgy little Mexican man, was absolutely irresistible.

Carlos asked Timothy to formally invite him in once more as they reached the condo. He of course obliged. Carlos looked around as he stepped inside. First of all, it felt nice to be warm again. He was also glad he had found these two out and about in a neighborhood that actually had power. So much of Texas was in the dark. The condo was very tastefully decorated, and Carlos could quickly tell that the couple had money.

He politely asked Brittany to lock all the doors and close all the blinds, which she did immediately. She was so turned on by him that she didn’t even wonder why he was doing that. When the last of the drapes were pulled closed, he thanked her. They locked eyes. She felt her heart jump and her nipples harden. Her pussy was already soaked. She seductively walked over to him as he embraced her in a long sensual kiss. Carlos was all that mattered to her. Timothy had been forgotten.

However, Timothy had not forgotten her. The sight of his beautiful, beloved wife passionately making out with another man was enough to snap him out of his trance.

“Brittany, stop! Something is fucked up here!” Timothy shouted.

Carlos stopped kissing and glared over at Timothy. Brittany however was still kissing his face as he looked away, lovingly stroking his hair, completely in his thrall. Timothy felt a cold chill as Carlos cast his eyes upon him.

The vampire gently took Brittany’s arms and placed them down by her side as she continued to stare down Timothy, to stare down his prey. Timothy knew his life was in danger. Fight or flight kicked in, but with his wife also in trouble, he couldn’t escape. He had no choice but to fight. He lunged at the much smaller Carlos.

With supernatural quickness and strength, Carlos caught the pouncing Timothy by the neck with his hand. He then lifted him up with one arm, rising his shoes about two feet off the ground. Timothy’s eyes widened at shock as he realized the might of this beast. Carlos angrily threw Timothy over the granite kitchen island, causing him to smash the stools on the other side. With equal quickness, Carlos leapt over the island and feasted on Timothy’s neck. Quickly and efficiently, he drained the attorney of blood and life force. The vampire felt his own strength grow with each ounce.

Brittany’s kiss with Carlos had exchanged some bodily fluids between them. Even some of Carlos’ saliva in her mouth was enough to keep her much deeper under his spell than Timothy had been. However, this was her beloved husband on the ground, being attacked by this stranger. She slowly moved over to the counter and peered over to see what was happening.

“Timothy?” she said quietly, causing Carlos to stop feeding and turn his attention to her.

His mouth showing only trickles of blood (he had spent years learning how to eat cleanly), he rose from his victim. Brittany’s eyes were stuck on her lifeless husband on the kitchen floor. Carlos looked at her as he moved slowly to her. He heard her breathing get quicker as he got closer. She had a look on her, like she was asking him to fuck her right now but did not have the courage to say anything. He had seen that look many times. Slowly, Carlos circled her, getting behind her, grinding his hard cock in his pants along her ass. "He was your husband, but he wasn’t your Master, was he?"

"No." Brittany said softly and immediately Carlos dropped his pants. Brittany was in heat and followed, pulling her skirt down along her knees. Instantly, she was bent over the counter and getting rammed by his vampiric cock in her tight pussy.

"Harder! Fuck me Harder!" Brittany begged him, speaking in a way she never had. "Oh! My! God!" she repeated with every thrust he pushed. Her hands knocking over things on the counter as he thrusted.

"Yesss my slave!" Carlos said, fucking her with all his might, grunting like a wild animal,. Brittany wrapped her arms around his waist encouraging him go even harder.

Carlos turned the married nutritionist around and she quickly stepped out her skirt. He picked her up like she was a feather, Brittany let out a loud yelp, and sat her on his rigid cock as he really started fucking her. Brittany was bouncing on his cock up and down, her shirt pulled up to reveal her tits. Their chests sliding along each other as she rose and fell on his cock.

Brittany looked him dead in the eyes and move in for a passionate sloppy kiss, not noticing or caring about the bits of Timothy’s blood. Carlos kept his fast fucking motion as he returned her kiss. They tongues were dancing and exploring each other's mouths.

Brittany pulled away and kept screaming, "Yassss!! Give it to me! FUCK ME MASTER!"

Carlos pulled her into his cock as he thrusted in, as he lets out some powerful grunts, BAM! Brittany let out whimper and moan as she bounced off his hips, before she could escape the full length of his cock, Carlos pulled her back in again and with even more force. BAM! BAM! BAM

Brittany was beyond her limits, she was dead weight barely able to keep herself on him as she flopped around, obsessively thanking and begging creature who had just killed her husband.

Finally Carlos lifted her off his cock and set her down on her knees. Then aggressively grabbed her head and plunged his cock into her mouth. Brittany had never sucked a cock before, but she quickly got up to speed as she was getting used to her new Master’s cock. It began to slide inside her mouth easily as she began gulping it in with each thrust. Saliva was running down chin and onto her chest.

"Yes my pet!" Carlos screamed, as pulled his glistening cock out her mouth. He held his cock by the base slapping Brittany side to side until...

"Uhhhhnnnggg!" Carlos's wailed, as he shot several thick stream of creamy white cum onto Brittany's face.

Carlos brought Brittany's face back in and immediately, she knew what to do. Her succulent lips instantly wrapped around his cock’s head and began sucking the remaining juices out and around his cock. Carlos knew full well that his essence was going to give him full and utter control of this beautiful woman.

When she was finally finished, he looked down at her. “What do you do for work?” he asked. He noticed his English was much better after consuming Timothy’s blood. Little things like that always intrigued him, even after 150 or more years of being a vampire.

“I’m a nutritionist” she answered him as she lovingly caressed his leg, still on her knees.

Carlos laughed, as he briefly wondered what the nutritional value of a vampire’s cum was. “Where do you work?”

“Baylor Specialty Hospital, here in North Dallas” she answered. Her heart jumped as her Master nodded approvingly.

“Can you get me to the coroner?” he asked, as he began the plan to dispose of Timothy without alerting the authorities. The coroner would become his human slave, just as Brittany would. There was some work ahead of him, but for what began as a cold hungry night, this unexpected delivery had drastically improved Carlos’ outlook here in North Dallas.

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