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This erotic hypno-vignette is dedicated to BewitchingCara and features her as the main character. She has generously given me permission to write about her in this manner. For that permission and her continuing support, I am very grateful.
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Yes.
Cara answered emphatically and without hesitation when Cyril asked if she would let him hypnotize her.
Yes.
She did understand that she would be rendered wholly suggestible and agreeable to his every request.
Yes.
She was willing to mindlessly do all sorts of things for his amusement, whether the acts were simple, silly, or sexy.
Yes.
She would happily allow his post-hypnotic suggestions to influence her thoughts and actions throughout the evening after waking up.
Yes.
She was ready to begin, as willing as she could be, and downright desirous to experience his control over her mind.
Oh.
She was surprised to learn that he wasn’t going to use a pocket watch or any kind of swinging pendulum to induce her.
How?
She wanted to know what method he would use and wondered with some uncertainty how effective it would be on her.
What?
She couldn’t believe that he intended to caress her bare feet to relax her, make her sleepy, and ultimately place her into a deep hypnotic trance.
No.
She was sorry, so sorry, because she very much wanted him to hypnotize her, but not that way, not by touching her all-too-ticklish feet.
No.
She wouldn’t slip off her strappy heels and place her feet in his awaiting hands, no matter how sad she was to forgo being hypnotized.
Well…
She couldn’t deny how earnest and persuasive his entreaties were, nor how engaging, calming, and commanding his gaze had become.
Yes.
She would trust him, first not to tickle her feet, and next to actually be skilled and savvy enough to hypnotize her with this unusual method.
Here.
She nervously shed her shoes and, with a brief but noticeable pause, surrendered her feet to him.
Oh.
She had to admit that the strength and firmness of his grasp offered her no discomfort and, in fact, felt exceptionally comfortable.
Oh.
She marveled at the gentleness of his touch and how profoundly soothing the purposeful motion of his fingers was.
Yes.
She did indeed feel relaxed, as she felt the intricate spirals he gingerly traced upon her soles and toes.
Yes.
She could feel herself blissfully giving into his caresses and also to his whispered intonations of sleep, sleep, sleep.
Yes.
She wanted nothing more than to drift down into trance, to begin her rapturous adventure under his hypnotic control.
Yes.
She was now hypnotized and, as he had told her, wholly suggestible and agreeable to his every request.
Yes.
She would go deeper for him, for the promise of arousal and pleasure, she would go deeper and deeper.
Yes.
She would give up more control to him, for the reward of incomparable ecstasy, she would give up more and more and more.
Yes!
She climaxed over and over again, each wave of orgasmic gratification further eroding her already diminished will and agency until, at last, nothing remained of them.
Yes.
She was his now, knowingly and desirously brainwashed to be an unquestioning slave to her master.
Yes.
She listened to everything he said, did everything he commanded, never hesitating, never questioning, never failing, always obeying.
Yes.
She understood that it was time to forget what he said to forget, remember what he said to remember, and then to awaken.
Wow!
She could hardly express how amazing she felt, how impressive a hypnotist he was, and how much she would love to be hypnotized by him again any time he wanted.
Please.
She simply had to do something for him in return, something for his own enjoyment, something that perhaps could start with her lovingly caressed feet….