I ran into her Dom on the con floor and we made conversation, at first about other things, but then I mentioned to him that I felt awkward about approaching her. So awkward that I made a really awkward joke at him. But he seemed determined to help me out. Best wingman ever. We went to her room where I explained my idea to her. Light, romantic gaslighting with making out. She was thrilled and we spent a significant amount of the negotiation time just sharing and getting to know each other. I confessed that I felt insecure and joked that I was determined to fight it with preparation. She was impressed and I decided to show her my notes. We sat next to each other on the bed, my notes open on my lap, and I looked at her, yearning to kiss her, in awe of her beauty.
Sensual River Daze - A FREE Femdom Hypnosis by Ms EroticHypnotic
The tables are turned, You the subject find yourself in a consenting trance situation, but things are a little different, the dominant hypnotises you, but you have to decide on the content of the session and create it, you follow every command and direction, you put your heart and soul into being hypnotised, you spent time thinking about how you could make this the best experience for the hypnotist , the hypnotist seems happy, your reactions seem to please them, you hope your doing well Then the session ends, you might chat for a while, you make sure your hypnotist is ok, you say your goodbyes until the next time. Now for most sessions that is how it is for a hypnotist, they trance a subject, they create the session, they fill it with suggestions, commands and directions, they praise you for being awesome, you feel great, then they make sure your ok, the session ends Would you worry the other person enjoyed it? Would you feel used? Would you want to do it again? How would you move the next session forward without knowing how the last one went?
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Instead, she looked down at the bed, over at the window, never letting her stare lock onto anything for more than a few moments. Unlike Jill, who was already kneeling on the bedroom floor drooling and masturbating her goddamn brains out. Summer was hoping that once she kicked Sean out of the apartment, her friend would come back to normal after a little while. It wants to respond to the sound of my voice, to listen carefully to my words and sink into a soft, drowsy, obedient trance for me. Can you feel that, Summer? Can you feel that slick, wet pussy beginning to pulse with arousal as it falls under my spell? She had to pause to choke back a whimper. The more it listens, the better it feels. The better it feels, the more it wants to listen to me and obey. Not to her, at least.
When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. I quit gymnastics. When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs. When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked. When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time. Yes, boobs are nice!