The Barefoot Damsel
A Halloween Hypno-Fetish Story
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This story contains adult content and non-consensual acts. If that isn't what
you want to read about, please skip it (and the majority of works in my gallery).
Inspired by and dedicated to BewitchingCara, whose fun and sexy
hypno-fetish stories are well worth your time. She graciously allows me to write
about her in fulfillment of my own fetishes, for which I am most appreciative.
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“Are all the girls barefoot when they run away from the monsters?” Cara asks.
“Not all, but a lot of them,” I say.
“Why?”
I can hear the annoyance in her voice. But I can’t tell if the stylistic choice bothers her or if she just doesn’t like horror movies. Being the direct person that I am, I put that question to her. Being the direct person that she is, she answers it.
“Honestly, no, I’m not into these movies. I know that I said in the spirit of Halloween I’d watch them with you. But they’re not working for me. At the same time, I am actually curious about the whole barefoot damsel thing.”
“Fair enough. We can do something else. And to answer your question, the girls are usually barefoot because it evokes vulnerability. And sexiness.”
“Vulnerability? Yeah, that makes sense. Sexiness? Well, I guess I can see that, too. Anyway, you’re not upset that I’m giving up on the scary movies?”
“No, it’s cool. I appreciate that you gave them a try.”
“Thanks. So, what should we do?”
“I have an idea. Be right back…”
When I return, I carry a small, ornamental box adorned with gothic symbols and artwork.
“Pretty,” Cara says with an acknowledging nod. “In a spooky kind of way. But, of course, ‘tis the season.”
“Exactly,” I say with a smile.
I open the box and dramatically withdraw an object from inside it. The object is an antique-styled pocket watch attached to a thick, bronze chain.
Taking hold of the chain in the middle, I raise up my arm and let the watch dangle loosely. It twirls around slowly, its otherwise dark facade glinting in the light of a nearby lamp.
“Hm,” Cara says, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
With my free hand, I take out my phone and open an app. I enter a command to turn off the overhead lights and dim the lamp.
“Ooh,” Cara says with growing anticipation of what I’ll do next.
For several more seconds, I let the watch twirl. Cara’s eyes follow its movement intently and reflect the rhythmic glinting when it catches the lamplight.
Now, I gently grasp the watch, stopping its motion. Pressing down on the release to open its cover, I turn it so that Cara can directly see the gothically styled hands and Roman numerals on its newly revealed face. A gentle push with my finger starts it slowly swinging back and forth.
Cara’s eyes remain fixed on it, and a slight smile curls up the sides of her mouth.
As the watch swings, I press down again on the release. With a whisper-soft click, the face flips over. In place of hands and numbers, a delicate spiral pattern displays, which the pendular motion of the watch spins round and round, inward and onward to infinity.
“Oh!” Cara gasps, her cheeks flushing, her smile widening, and her stare intensifying.
“Do you like my watch?” I ask.
“Oh, yes.”
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yes, beautiful.”
“Do you like the spiral?”
“Yes.”
“It’s captivating, isn’t it?”
“Yes, captivating.”
“It’s hypnotic, really.”
“Hypnotic.”
“It’s hard not to look at it.”
“Hard not to look at it.”
“Impossible, really.”
“Impossible.”
“You have to look at it.”
“I have to look at it.”
“You have no choice.”
“I have no choice.”
“And the more you look at it, the more hypnotic it becomes.”
“The more I look at it…the more hypnotic it becomes.”
“If you don’t look away, it will end up hypnotizing you.”
“If I don’t look away…it will end up hypnotizing me.”
“But you can’t look away.”
“I can’t look away.”
“It’s going to hypnotize you.”
“It’s going to hypnotize me.”
“You don’t want to look away.”
“I don’t want to look away.”
“Which means you want to be hypnotized.”
“Which means…I want to be hypnotized.”
“You want it very much.”
“I want it very much.”
“You want to give up control. You want to obey.”
“I want to give up control…I want to obey.”
“You are giving up control. You will obey.”
“I am giving up control…I will obey.”
“You will obey. You will do whatever I say.”
“I will obey…I will do whatever you say.”
I continue slowly swinging the watch. Cara’s eyes are locked onto it, the spinning spiral reflecting in them. Though still agrin and blushing, her breathing has slowed to the even, steady pace of one asleep.
“You are hypnotized. You are in my power.”
“...I am hypnotized…I am in your power…”
A few seconds after her affirmation, I lower the watch. She stares vacantly ahead at where it had been.
“When you wake up, you are going to realize that you like horror movies. You like them a lot.”
“...I like horror movies…I like them a lot…”
“One thing you like about them is how vulnerable and sexy the girls are when they run away from the monsters.”
“...I like how vulnerable and sexy the girls are…when they run away from the monsters…”
“What makes them vulnerable and sexy?”
Cara’s entranced mind takes a moment to ponder the question.
“...Being barefoot…” she finally says.
“You want to feel vulnerable and sexy, just like those girls.”
“...I want to feel vulnerable an sexy…just like those girls…”
I pause, waiting to see if I need to give her another instruction or if she will act as I want without hearing it. She doesn’t disappoint:
With the slow, almost exaggerated movements of one under water, she reaches down and begins removing her shoes and socks.
“How do you feel now that you’re barefoot?” I ask when she is done.
“...I feel vulnerable and sexy…just like those girls…”
“You always want to feel this way when you come over.”
“...I always want to feel this way…when I come over…”
“And you’ll always be up for watching horror movies with me, even when it’s not Halloween.”
“...I’ll always be up for watching horror movies with you…even when it’s not Halloween…”
“There’s something else you’ll always be up for,” I say, telling her what it is.
“...I’ll always be up for…” she says, repeating what I told her.
“When I snap my fingers, you’re going to wake up. You’ll have no memory of being hypnotized. But seeing my beautiful pocket watch will have awakened a hidden fascination with hypnosis and a desire for me to hypnotize you in the future. Do you understand?”
“...I understand…”
I snap. With a start, Cara awakens. She shakes her head, clearing the fog of trance from her mind.
“That is a gorgeous watch,” she says, with no knowledge that any time has passed since I removed it from the box. “Actually, it makes me think of something we could do. Something that I’d really like to do. But another time. For now, we have a horror movie to get back to.”
Keeping the lights low, we turn back to the TV. I resume the movie we had been watching, rewinding it at her request to where the girl starts running from the monster. She takes in the sight of the barefoot damsel with newfound interest.
Shifting in her seat, she draws up her legs and begins absently massaging her bare soles. After a minute or so of doing that, she shifts again, stretching out her legs so that her feet rest in my lap.
And then, never taking her eyes off the screen that shows the movie she now loves, she begins engaging in what she’ll always be up for….