Another Dream of Pixie

She had volunteered to be hypnotized. It was another one of her fantasies. So he had pulled some books from the library and sat her down at home. He set the mood by lighting the room with candles and putting on some soft music. He gave her a drink and a relaxing back massage with oil. Once she seemed relaxed, he asked her to sit back and watch a cut glass crystal he'd picked out at the store.

He already knew she was a true submissive, the kind of girl that got off on the idea of totally giving control to her man, her master. The fact that she wanted to be hypnotized on top of that meant there were some very interesting possibilities ahead. He followed a standard induction sequence, asked her to relax and watch how the light moved in the crystal, told her that as she watched the crystal, she felt more and more relaxed, lighter and lighter, until all that was left was his voice and a sense of peace. He knew she was ready when she slumped over.

He asked her who he was. She was already primed and answered "Master." He praised her for her answer and told her that it would make her even more relaxed and happy each time she said it. He asked her to say it again and she said "master" with a faint smile. He asked her what that meant, "that my body is yours to do with as you please." He already knew this, she had already told him this, but he never knew quite where her boundaries were and he was too much of a gentleman to push. She had always refused a safe word, instead relying on him to treat her with tenderness. He could fix that now.

He told her from now on that if he ever asked her to do something in bed she didn't like, she should say "rainbow". That he knew it might be hard for her to contradict him so it would be a secret she kept from herself, that she wouldn't even know she said it.

Next he asked if she remembered the time she had woken him up with a blow job. She said "yes." He asked if she remembered how much he had liked it. "Yes." He asked if she was his slave and she answered "yes." Taking a breath, he asked her if she liked giving blow jobs. She said "yes."

"As a slave, from now on when you greet me in your home, you should always get down on your knees and suck on my cock."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, master."

"From now on, my cum tastes like your favorite dessert."

"Yes, master."

He told her that she was a good girl and that she felt even better now, lighter and lighter. "You offered to have anal sex with me."

"Yes master".

"And you told me that you knew it would feel wonderful with me".

"Yes, master. "

"From now on, you will fantasize about me having anal sex with you, you know it will make you a better slave, and when we do have anal sex it will be the best sex you have ever had."

"Yes, master."

"Good girl."

Next, he asked if she had any needs he had not fulfilled, any fantasies that she had not already told him. He listened and carefully wrote them down for the next session. "You like feeling this way don't you?"

"Yes, master."

"Do you want to be able to feel this way again?"

"Yes master."

"Good, from now on, all I have to do is touch you on your lower back and say, Pixie, and you will in this beautiful hypnotized state again."

"Thank you master." There would probably have to be a lot more sessions to reinforce his suggestions...and any more he thought of.

"Now, on the count of three, I want you to wake up. You will remember that you told me your fantasies, and you will remember the other things I told you secretly, but not in your conscious mind. You will feel wonderful and relaxed. You will also want to kiss me. One, two, three."

She woke up, smiled, and looked a little embarrassed as she remembered the fantasies that she had told him. He leaned forward and she did too, thinking he wanted to kiss her, but he quickly put his hand on her lower back and said "Pixie". She slumped forward and he had to catch her. She was a very good subject.

"Are you awake?," he asked her.

"Yessss, Master."

"Good girl, how do you feel?"

"I feel good master."

"You can't remember your name can you?"

"No." He felt clever to have planted that suggestion in the question. "Your real name is 'Slut' but you can only say it in private with me." "You call yourself 'Jane' otherwise."

"Thank you master, I forgot".

"I know."

"Your pubic hair is getting itchy." She was squirming in the chair. "And as I keep talking it is getting itchier and itchier". "What are you going to do?" She put her hands in her panties. "The only way you can really scratch yourself is if you take off your skirt and panties right now". She started fumbling with her clothing and it took her a while to get them off in her relaxed state. "You feel better now, but you know you will itch again." "When you wake up, you won't notice the itching, but as the next few days go on, you're going to realize that it itches more and more." "Do you know why?"

"No...."

"Because your pubic hair is scratchy and you need to get rid of all of it. When you do, you will feel very horny and will have to call me, okay?"

"Okay."

"You are my slave."

"Yes, I am your slave"

"Good girl, you feel really good right now." "If you are my slave, than I own your body?"

"Yes."

"In a week, you won't be wearing any panties."

"Yes, master."

"I am going to bring my stepbrother over and you will find him extremely sexy."

"Yes master."

"You will come to me very embarrassed and ask if you can fuck him because you are a slut."

"Yes."

"What is your name?"

"Slut."

"Good girl."

"I will agree but only if you fuck both of us."

"Thank you master."

"But after that, you will owe me and we will have to find another girl for you and I to fuck together." "Yes master" "You will help me pick her out, but the choice will be mine. Once we have chosen a girl, you will seduce her but you will call me master in front of her."

"Yes master."

"Tomorrow, you will tell me that you want a necklace that shows you are my property."

"Yes, master."

"We will pick it out together and you will always wear it."

"Yes master."

"Good girl." "When you wake up, you will not remember any of this in your conscious mind but your subconscious will."

"Yes."

"If I own your body, I can do with it as I please, yes?"

"Yes master."

"Good girl." "From now, I will not wear condoms and it will be your responsibility to get birth control pills. If you get pregnant, I will take care of you and you will be happy to know you have been a good slave. If I tell you that you have taken your pills for the week you will believe me."

"Yes master."

"Good girl."

"If we ever break up, and you move far, far away, and forget how much fun we had together, then all I will have to say is 'duct tape' and you will want me again"

"Yes master."

Well, he thought to himself, this should be fun and I think I've remembered everything I needed to for the future.

"On the count of three, you will wake up, one, two, three..."