Hypno Dom Story: Falling Into Trance

Ten, And You Are Already Mine

I am Aurora, and my voice is the whole scene. Nathan is a grown adult man who came to my living room because he wanted to be hypnotised, not tricked, and we agreed beforehand that he would follow my voice and that he could open his eyes and stop us at any time. I sat him in a comfortable chair, low light, no music, no rush, and I told him to breathe with me. In, slow. Out, slower. I counted him down, ten, nine, eight, and with every number his shoulders dropped a little lower, his hands went a little stiller, and his eyes stayed on mine because I told him to keep them there.

By five, he was barely blinking. By three, his breathing matched mine exactly, and I could see the moment his mind stopped arguing and started listening. I told him that every word I said would sink deeper, that his body would feel heavier and warmer, and that he would want to obey because obeying felt good. He nodded, slow and dreamy, and I smiled, because Nathan in trance is the most obedient, most aroused version of himself, and I had him exactly where I wanted him, without touching him at all yet.

Deeper With Every Word

I kept my voice low and steady, and I told him to imagine my hand on his chest, even though my hand was still in my lap. He shivered, and I knew the suggestion had landed. I told him his cock was getting hard, not because I touched it, but because I said so, and he shifted in his chair and groaned, because it was true. I counted him down again, five to one, and with each number I told him to relax deeper, to let go a little more, to stop thinking and start feeling. By one, his head was back, his mouth was open, and he was completely, beautifully under.

I stood then, and I walked around his chair, trailing my fingers along his shoulders, his neck, his jaw, whispering all the while. I told him that when I touched his thigh, he would feel it everywhere, and when I touched his thigh, he gasped and arched, as if my fingers were electric. I told him he was not allowed to come yet, that I would decide when, and he whimpered, because in trance, my no was even hotter than any yes. I loved that power, the quiet kind, where a whisper does what a rope never could.

Edging Him In Trance

I undressed him slowly, still talking, still counting, still keeping him deep. I told him to stay in trance while I took him in my mouth, and he did, his hands gripping the chair arms, his hips lifting toward me without him even deciding to lift them. I sucked him slow, then stopped, and counted him back from the edge, ten, nine, eight, until his breathing steadied and his cock throbbed, hard and aching, but not finished. I did that three times, each time bringing him closer, each time pulling him back with my voice alone, until he was shaking and begging me, in a drowsy, obedient voice, to let him come. When I finally said the word, one, and told him he could come now, he did, hard, all over my mouth and my hands, with a groan that sounded like relief and surrender at the same time. I kept whispering while he came, telling him how good he had been, how deep he had gone, how perfectly he had obeyed. His eyes fluttered open, slow, and he looked at me like he had just woken from the best dream of his life, and I was still there, still in control, still smiling.

Waking Up Wanting More

I brought him out of trance gently, counting him up, five, four, three, two, one, telling him he would remember every word and want every word again. He blinked, stretched, and laughed, a little embarrassed and a lot aroused, and told me he had never felt that open with anyone before. I told him that was the point of hypnosis with me. It was not about losing himself. It was about giving himself to my voice, completely, and finding out how good that felt. He asked, before he even stood up, when I would put him under again, and I told him that was my decision, not his.

He left my living room still hard, still dazed, still hearing my voice in his head, and I knew he would be thinking about that countdown all night, and probably all week. That is what a hypno dom scene does when it is done right. It does not end when the man opens his eyes. It stays with him, in his body, in his breathing, every time he hears a slow voice counting down. Nathan will come back, because he already knows he cannot resist a voice like mine.