Have we met before?
I know you. I know who you are. You’re the one who asked me to hypnotize you, aren’t you? You asked if I could do it over skype of instant messaging. That’s really funny to me. Do you know why? No?
Because we’ve already met in real life.
You don’t remember do you. It’s ok. I remember perfectly. It was a Thursday. You were going home from work, tired and irritable. So many stupid people had bothered you that day with their stupid questions and mind-numbing advice and you just wanted to go home and relax.
Then, for some strange reason you stopped at that café. The one you pass every single day but never pay mind too. “What the hell”, you must have thought, why not treat yourself.
You came in and nervously sat yourself down trying not to draw attention to yourself. You didn’t even notice that you sat in a corner booth, away from prying eyes. And just before you could gather your thoughts, I sat down in front of you.
You knew it was me. I looked exactly how you imagined. Dark hair, cobalt blue eyes, magnificent rack. Strong. Confident, Predatory.
Soon rational thought kicks in like an unwelcomed guest to point that it couldn’t be me. I’m just a ghost on the internet. A sexy daydream who doesn’t bother herself with the real world. My silky voice prevents any further analyses.
“Excuse me, this may seem like a weird question but, have we met before?”
I could see you struggle to rearrange your thoughts. You were caught so off balance by my forthrightness and my beauty. It was so cute to watch you stammer.
“I’m sure of it. You sat in this restaurant last week at this very table. I sauntered up to you just like did now and asked if you knew me. You were just as nervous as you are now but it didn’t matter because I know how to put people at ease. In no time your breathing slowed to a nice easy rhythm. The tension in your muscles melted away as listened to me talk. I know what it takes to make you focus and pay attention to everything I’m saying because yes, I am hypnotizing you and you will want to analyse every sentence and every thought and that is what makes it so easy to entrance you just like I did last time. You don’t remember do you. That’s because I asked you so sweetly not to and like the gentlemen you are, you have obeyed and completely forgotten everything I told you last time. Let me take you back then.
It was a cold wintery Saturday. You came in from the cold harsh outside into this warm comforting café. You sat down right here and ordered a big mug of Hot Chocolate. It must have tasted so dreamy, that soothing burn that warms your insides and makes you want to snuggle down and enjoy a quiet evening without interruption. It’s like a warm hug protecting you from the noisy bitey outside and keeping you in a safe soothing place where can indulge in every form of gluttony you desire.
It’s how my control over works. The world is full of dark noisy things that make you ponder and think and I, and only I, can lead you down into that special place where you don’t have to think, you only have to feel and submit to your every desire and right now I am the only thing you desire. And you can stare at me all you want. It is a stable of hypnosis that you focus your eyes on something to entrance and I’ll let you pick what it is. It matters little to me what it is. You’re already caught in my trap you’ll never get out so why not give you one last bit of freedom before I take it all away. Maybe you would like to stare at my beautiful eyes. A classic. Or maybe it’s my breasts that get you like last time.
No I don’t mean that story you shouldn’t have read. I meant the last time we met. You don’t remember? Well let me take you deeper back.
It was a warm cosy morning. The weekend just started and you had wandered in so meekly, trying to stave off a hangover with some delicious coffee, something to put fire back in your bones. That’s when I entered your live again. I came up to you out of the blue and asked you something,
“Have we met before?”
It wasn’t long before I was in your head again. Thrusting myself so easily into your soft, wet, and delicate mind as you stared so openly at my tits, just like your mind is now, open and malleable, swimming in a pool of sexual desires that I can fulfil with a snap of my fingers. You were ready to go so much deeper now. I placed my hand over your eyes and sent back down deeper into your own mind, back down into sleep, back to the last time I hypnotised you.
The Café was closed that day. For refurbishments, they said, or at least what I told them to say. We sat at your favourite table. You had your jeans around your ankles and your cock stood to attention as I sweetly told you to stroke it. You pumped it so hard and so fast despite the fact I was fully clothed and for the most part ignoring you, engrossed in my book.
Of course, you didn’t see any of this. You were seeing what I showed you the day before, when I sat in the same chair wearing nothing but my new lingerie. White lace bra which was only barely big enough, silk white panties and matching stockings. You drooled at the sight of me as you beat your dick mercilessly. You didn’t seem to pay much attention to what I was saying. If you recall it was about how memory doesn’t exist.
Memories are just mental pictures we paint in our minds from vague blueprints that are stored in our heads. That’s hypnosis works. I paint you a picture so alluring, so lovely that your conscious mind ceases to process how I’m telling you about my naked body sitting across from you, entrancing your mind with sweet honey coated lies that slide so easily into your head and stick to the insides of your thoughts, cementing my control and your arousal.
Let’s take you even deeper into your memory. If you let me, then I will give you the sweetest image of the waitress sucking your dick.
Maybe it happened, maybe it didn’t. Does it really matter now? You can see her so clearly. A petite, young blonde. Her blue eyes glazed with the honey of my control. Her lips gently parted with my command. She kneels and wraps her soft mouth around your manhood.
You don’t know do you? You don’t know if you are remembering or imagining or really experiencing this wonderful sensation. You just know you can feel it. You can feel her soft, wet submission gently sucking and sucking on you, just like she does to me every single night as I command that oh so pretty tongue to worship me as you will never do.
Can you see it? Can you see her eating me out of satin sheets as I writhe in ecstasy or does that distract you from the best blow job of your live? Which feels better to you? Being sucked off by a slave at my request or watching me receive all the pleasure I deserve from someone other than you. Or maybe you prefer your own hand gazing at my perfection through a computer screen.
Which is better? Which makes you feel the best or can’t you choose any more.
That’s why you need me. You need me to take all these difficult things away from you so you can feel true pleasure. I showed you once how much you needed me. That was when you went so deep into hypnosis, so entrapped in trance that you couldn’t move. Not one inch. And being the generous Goddess I am, I stroked your cock for you.
Your eyes bulged as big as they are now as my elegant hand encircled the base and began it’s slow, agonizing trek up to the tip and back down again. Keeping my strokes in time with your slow easy breathing. In and out. Up and down.
I didn’t let you cum. Of course not. You already had the best handjob you didn’t need to finish. You never get to finish with me. I always send you home with a massive boner that you finish presumably to some video of inferior sluts teasing you in a way that reminds you that they are not me. They can’t twist you round their fingers like I can. And then of course my triggers kick in. Those sneaky little traps that seal you further into my possession.
Do you want to know what they are? Let’s go deeper into your memory.
It was Saturday and for once you had scored a date. She was very pretty, in a mousey, demure sort of way. Can you see her? Her brown curly hair framing two soft hazel eyes and a thin twitching mouth. I could tell you a lot of things about that mouth. She seemed so confused when I joined you at your dinner table unannounced while just sat staring blankly into space. But I explained to her so quickly and deeply this whole story and she accepted everything I told her. I took her home with me but not before I mentioned that every time you saw or even pictured her face you would fall ten times deeper into trance.
Feels good doesn’t it? That sinking feeling as your whole body gives in to arousal and hypnosis. Let’s take you deeper in to memory. How about when I called you during thanksgiving when you were with your family and persuaded to take a much needed stroke in the bathroom while you listened only to the sound of my voice. Or maybe the time I met at a job interview and made you forget why you were even there and implanted the trigger that makes you edge every time you see the word “Stroke” when you masturbate.
Or maybe I’ll take you the deepest you can go. Right back to when we first met.
You sent me an e-mail. A very indiscreet e-mail. You gave me your address. What the fuck did you think was going to happen? It was the middle of the night, you were barely awake when you opened the door for me. I ripped your mind open that night. I plunged my hands deep into your soul and claimed it as my own.
You need to forget now. You need to release all the pleasure and desire that has you bound to my control and cum and cum and cum again. When you do, all the memories of your seduction will be released into the ether and you will forget. But always you will be searching for me. In the back of your mind where even your demons fear to tread, you will know when you read the words HAVE WE MET BEFORE, your journey back into my never ending grasp will begin again and you will enjoy every single moment. HAVE WE MET BEFORE will instantly begin to lull you into a deep obedient trance and you will be unable and unwilling to stop it until you are so deep that only my words can reach you and only my will can make you do anything. You will will be useless. You will be helpless at the words HAVE WE MET BEFORE.
Go on now. Cum for me, hard. Release yourself from temptations sultry dance and submit to mind blowing pleasure and just forget everything we’ve talked about. They are unimportant in the face such over-riding pleasure.
Now clean up your mess like a good boy and, before answer me one simple question,
Have we met before?