The Lousy Hypnotist
A Holiday Hypno-Fetish Tale
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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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“Am I the first one here?” Cara asked, stepping inside the door and then closing it behind her.
Normally, she arrived to parties fashionably late. Not so late as to make anyone wait on her or wonder if she was actually coming. But late enough to ensure others had arrived and gotten the festivities underway.
But as she stood in the foyer now, she neither saw anyone in the adjoining living room nor heard anything other than the background holiday tunes that revelrous conversation usually overrrode.
“Well,” Krystal said with that quirky half-smile/half-grimace of hers that she displayed on her adorable face when she was culpable of something significant.
“Well what?”
Cara cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. The short, attractive, amply curved brunette didn’t fret or anger easily. Still, she wanted to know what was going on.
“You are the first. But also the last. Because you’re the only one coming.”
Krystal krinkled her nose and grinned hopefully.
“Hard to believe that all your friends canceled last minute,” Cara said. “So, what’s up?”
“There is no party. There never was one.”
Cara digested the news. She glanced down at her festive, seasonal attire of ugly sweater and snowflake-festooned leggings. Then back up at Krystal.
“These classy duds only come out for holiday parties.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“So, am I sticking around here for something else or looking for another party where they hopefully appreciate a fine feminine physique swathed in knits and fleece?”
Krystal heard no malice in her friend’s words and sighed in relief.
“Sticking around, I hope.”
“Sticking around it is. Care to explain what I’m sticking around for?”
“Of course. Have a seat on the couch, and I’ll be right there.”
Cara went into the living room and plopped down on the couch. The room’s main lights were off, but the illuminated tree and various other light-emitting decorations provided plenty of light to see by.
Soon, Krystal entered carrying a tray of desserts and two mugs filled with steaming mulled wine. As she sat next to her friend, they both picked up a mug, clinked them together, and sipped the spicily-sweet drink.
“So, no party,” Cara said. “But something else worth sticking around for. Do tell.”
“Remember when you told me that you wanted to try hypnosis? You said you really wanted to be hypnotized. Not just for the hell of it, but because–”
“I remember,” Cara said.
She cut Krystal off because the memory of that past conversation made her blush. Her friend was correct. She really wanted to be hypnotized. No, not just for the hell of it. But because she had an erotic fixation about going under. Being suggestible. Being submissive. Obedient. Controlled.
Admitting that fantasy had been difficult. And embarrassing. She trusted Krystal, who during that discussion had also admitted a closeted fantasy. So she didn’t exactly wish that she hadn’t told her secret. But at the same time, she kind of did.
“And remember,” Krystal went on, “how for your birthday last year, I bought a book about hypnotizing people in the hopes of trying it out on you?”
“I do. It was a sweet gesture.”
“Sweet but futile. You were sure you would go under easy and be super suggestible. But I couldn’t even make you yawn, much less make you fall asleep or put you in a trance.”
“True. You’re a good friend but a lousy hypnotist.”
The two friends laughed.
“That brings us back to tonight,” Krystal said. “I presume you still want to be hypnotized.”
“Hell yeah,” Cara said with a smile, though she couldn’t keep from blushing again.
“Well, we both know that I can’t hypnotize you. But…”
“But?”
“I have an alternative. I bought a device that can do it for me.”
“A device?”
“Yes. It places a subject under ‘electro hypnotic control,’ according to the write-up’”
“Are you serious?” Cara asked, feeling skeptically hopeful. “You’re not joking?”
“I’m serious. Not joking at all. I found it online. I researched it. Ratings and reviews from hundreds of people indicate it’s top-notch.”
“Hundreds of people? I mean, I figured I wasn’t the only person who was had this fetish. But I never imagined there were enough people out there to support a product dedicated to it.”
“Apparently there are. Anyway, this is why I invited you to a fake party. I wanted you to come over so I could try the device out on you.”
“Why not just tell me the truth?”
“I know you were embarrassed to admit your fetish to me. Even though you had no reason to be. I felt the same when I admitted what I like to you. They’re private desires. Not easy to divulge. All that to say, I thought that if I asked you to come over and indulge your fantasy, you might be too shy to actually say yes.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Cara said, still blushing. “I would’ve been too embarrassed. I would’ve found an excuse not to come.”
“But now that you’re here, you will try it, right?”
“Well...I…hm. Yeah. I’ll do it. How can I pass up this opportunity?”
“Great!”
“So, when do we start?” Cara asked, taking a sip from her mug.
“Actually, we already have,” Krystal said, eyeing her friend expectantly.
“What? I don’t understand.”
“You will. Very soon.”
“Cryptic doesn’t suit you. Just tell me what…oh. Ohhh.”
A sudden sleepiness fell over Cara like a heavy, winter blanket. She swayed and blinked. Krystal reached over and gently took the mug from her.
“How strong is that wine?” Cara asked woozily. “I didn’t even have a full cup.”
“Not that strong. But the additive is.”
“Additive…?”
“Cyrqwel. Just a drop. Just enough to put you out for a short nap.”
“Cyrq…wel…?”
Cara’s eyes fluttered closed, and by the time she fell back against the cushions, she was sound asleep.
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“Cyrqwel? Isn’t that what they use on spies to make them give up their secrets?”
Cara had just awoken and wasn’t immediately aware that she had lost consciousness.
“That’s right,” Krystal said. “But in small doses, it just acts as a potent, temporary sedative.”
“Why would you give that to me? I thought you were going to hypnotize me, not–what the hell!”
Realization struck her: She was no longer on the couch. Instead, she sat in the fully reclined lounger across the room. Silk cords wound many times around her shoulders, arms, and legs, binding her to the chair. Her shoes and socks were gone, leaving her feet bare on the elevated footrest.
Krystal walked over to her and ran a fingernail teasingly up her exposed sole. Cara trembled and twitched in response to the tickle.
“What are you doing? I thought tonight was about indulging my fantasy!”
“It is.”
“This isn’t my fantasy. Being bound and barefoot is your fantasy.”
“That’s not exactly what I told you. I said I like bondage and bare feet. What I didn’t say was that I like them on other people. So, yeah, we’re going to indulge your fantasy. But also mine. And besides, you want to be submissive and under another person’s control. Well, isn’t that what you are right now?”
“Well, yeah, but–”
A repeat of the light, teasing tickle on her other foot caused Cara to giggle and squirm.
“Now, why don’t we get going with the hypnosis?” Krystal said.
“No, I don’t think so. I think I’ve had enough. Untie me, please.”
“And let you miss out on this opportunity? Deprive you of living out your fantasy?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to do it. Not like this. Let me go.”
“But then, what about my opportunity? My fantasy?”
“You got to see me bound and barefoot. I hope it was worth it. Now, please, let me go.”
“It was worth it. As a start. But there’s so much more we can do.”
“No, Krystal. Seriously! No! Untie me!”
Krystal smile-grimaced and took out her phone, ignoring Cara’s increasingly frantic protests.
“Even if you don’t, I want to see what ‘electro-hypnotic control’ is like,” she said, opening an app.
A few taps and scrolls on Krystal’s phone produced a subtle, electronic whine above Cara’s head. She looked up to see a device suspended on a articulated frame behind the chair. Neither the device nor frame had been there when she had arrived, meaning Krystal must have set them up while Cara was sleeping.
The device itself looked like an overlarge beanie hat made of brushed steel and adorned with inset LED bulbs. As she looked up into it, the lights began slowly flashing, and the whine intensified.
With a sudden jolt, the device began lowering down. Within a matter of seconds, its trajectory would land it around Cara’s scalp. She gasped and started struggling vigorously against her bonds. But her physical efforts proved as futile as her verbal ones. She remained immobilized and subject to the whims of her captor.
Krystal gleefully watched as her friend fought uselessly against the expertly tied ropes. She then treated herself to another quick bout of tickling Cara’s exposed soles, eliciting more squeals and shaking of her captive’s besieged feet.
Then, the device moved into place over the top of Cara’s head. She had time to utter a final no, please! before the induction began.
On the outside, Krystal could see the pulsing lights and hear a droning, rhythmic buzz. She couldn’t tell what was happening inside the device, but its effect on Cara was both immediate and intense:
Her eyes opened wide. Her jaw went slack. She shook from head to toe. She moaned. Drool dribbled from her the corner of her mouth. Little by little, all signs of intellect and self-awareness drained from her gaze. Until finally, her stare was glassy and distant.
The pulsing and buzzing from the device slowed and then stopped. Then it raised up into its original position above Cara’s head.
“Can you hear me, Cara?” Krystal asked.
“...Yes…I can hear you…”
“You are now hypnotized.”
“...I am now…hypnotized…”
“You have no will of your own.”
“...I have no will…of my own…”
“You will do everything I say.”
“...I will do…everything you say…”
“You are my obedient slave.”
“...I am your…obedient slave…”
“Do you know how I hypnotized you?”
“...Yes…you hypnotized me with…a device that you bought…”
“No. I hypnotized you with a pocket watch. The classic method that you told me you love.”
“...You hypnotized me with…a pocket watch…the classic method that…I told you I love…”
“Any time I want, I can hypnotize you. With a pocket watch or any other method. You won’t be able to resist it. And you won’t want to resist it.”
“...Any time you want…you can hypnotize me…with a pocket watch…or any other method…I won’t be able to resist it…and I won’t want to resist it…”
“Whenever I hypnotize you, you will be my obedient slave, just as you are now. You will call me Mistress and be mindlessly devoted to me.”
“...Whenever you hypnotize me…I will be your obedient slave…just as I am now…I will call you Mistress…and be mindlessly devoted to you…”
“Very good. I think that covers all the bases. Oh, no it doesn’t. There are two very important things that I almost forgot. Your desire to be hypnotized and controlled will now include being bound and barefoot. These fetishes will all be linked for you. And you will believe that you have always had them.”
“...My desire to be hypnotized and controlled…will now include being bound and barefoot…These fetishes will all be linked for me…I will believe that…I have always had them…”
“Excellent. Now, let’s have some fun.”
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“Wow,” Cara said. “Just…wow!”
“Agreed,” Krystal said with a smile.
“I’ve fantasized about being hypnotized for so long, but I always worried that the actual experience would be a let down. I am so utterly thankful that I was wrong! You were an amazing hypnotist! Your induction, your suggestions, everything! It was night and day between last year and now. I don’t how you did it, but you did it like a pro.”
Krystal shrugged coyly. The hypno-device and silk cords were gone from the lounger. A pocket watch on a chain rested on the coffee table. Other things about the room had changed from before, as well:
Krystal’s outstretched legs rested in Cara’s lap. Her feet were bare and soaking wet with Cara’s saliva.
In addition to her own feet remaining bare, Cara had since discarded her sweater, leggings, and underwear. All of her clothing lay in a neatly folded pile by the wall. She wore an apron that partially covered her in the front. But didn’t at all in the back.
The room had been cleared of all food and beverage. It had also been tidied and vacuumed. All done by Cara. Prior to her foot worshiping regimen, which had only just finished a few moments ago.
“Well, it’s getting late,” Krystal said. “I need to get to bed. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. Hahaha. Seriously, I’m glad you got to experience your fantasy.”
“It was amazing! Thank you!”
“My pleasure,” Krystal said because, after all, it had been.
“Do you think that…” Cara started to say, blushing and looking down sheepishly.
“What?”
Krystal smirked, knowing what her friend was going to ask. She lifted her foot and placed her big toe gently between Cara’s lips. Cara licked it adoringly. And shuddered with delight.
“Do you think that we could do this again? I don’t want to be selfish. I know it’s my fantasy to be bound, barefoot, and hypnotized. Not yours. But, you know, if you had fun, or at least didn’t hate it, I’d really to love to have you tie me up and hypnotize me again.”
Pursing her lips in faux contemplation, Krystal imagined all the scenarios she could play out with her sexy, mindless slave. Ranging from silly to useful to orgasmic. She happily daydreamed for an extended moment, letting Cara wonder and fret for a bit. And then, finally, she answered to her friend’s delight:
“Yeah, sure, we could this again. How about on New Year’s Eve?”
Cara couldn’t believe her good luck. She knew it would be the best New Year’s Eve she’d ever had. Although, really, it would be even better for Krystal….