Sweet Talk (2 of 10)

Sweet Talk

Chapter 2

Lily Anna drifted, feeling herself aware of where she was, but too lethargic to move. She felt aroused and her hands idly roamed across her flesh. Her clothes were draped around her chair, crumpled and forgotten on the floor. If anyone had asked her whether she was wearing them she would probably have known where they were, but even wondering about her clothes or being naked was too much trouble. She didn’t want to be taken out of this relaxed place she was in.

<SlipsInsideHer>: How are you doing?

<LilyAnna>: Feeling relaxed and sexy.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Good. Just lie there and imagine the sun shifting between the leaves of those trees as you lie there looking up at it. The breeze rocks the leaves back and forth in front of its hot round face, just as you rock slowly back and forth in your hammock. Feeling so relaxed. You feel those hands sliding over your breasts and down over your stomach. There is nowhere they can’t reach, and they feel as though they are my hands teasing you and holding you. You feel held and excited by the stimulation don’t you?

<LilyAnna>: Yes. It’s wonderful feeling.

<SlipsInsideHer>: it’s easy to focus on that image in your mind isn’t it?

<LilyAnna>: yes very

Somehwere Lily Anna realized what he was doing, but it was too late. She could already see the sun and the leaves trying to shade her. She felt the rocking motion lulling her and sapping any strength to put up any resistance. She just sank deeper into her chair.

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you can already feel yourself relaxing

<SlipsInsideHer>: as you see those branches swaying overhead, whispering to you.

<LilyAnna>: yes

<SlipsInsideHer>: swaying and rustling gently in the breeze under the heat of the sun.

<SlipsInsideHer>: left and right, rustling and whispering

<SlipsInsideHer>: so peaceful

<SlipsInsideHer>: so content

<SlipsInsideHer>: not a care in the world right now

<SlipsInsideHer>: just you and the trees

<SlipsInsideHer>: no need to look around

<SlipsInsideHer>: no need to listen to anything

<SlipsInsideHer>: you hear their whispering

<SlipsInsideHer>: feel the hammock holding you, taking the tension out of your shoulders. Allow yourself to sink deeper into it, you feel it envelope you.

<SlipsInsideHer>: don’t you?

<LilyAnna>: yyes

She was so relaxed now it was getting hard to type. The author spent several more minutes telling her about the things she saw. He really had such a good eye for all the details she would have missed otherwise. He had typed something she missed. She was really glad to have time for herself. The sun felt so good on her face. She loved being here like this. It had to be one of the most relaxing places on earth. She let her fingers rest on the keyboard, wondering why she had a keyboard here at all.

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you see those trees, nothing else, their whispering and my words

See his words? Well, yes, of course she sees them, or did she hear them? Were the trees whispering his words to her as she lay under their shade?

<SlipsInsideHer>: back and forth; gently rocking.

<SlipsInsideHer>: relaxing you more and more

<SlipsInsideHer>: your eyes narrow in the glare of the light.

<SlipsInsideHer>: the branches blur into a pattern

<SlipsInsideHer>: still rocking as you gaze at the pattern

<SlipsInsideHer>: lose focus

<SlipsInsideHer>: still so relaxing isn’t it?

<LilyAnna>: yyes vrery

<SlipsInsideHer>: you see only patterns constantly shifting

<SlipsInsideHer>: yet you feel it still relaxing you

<SlipsInsideHer>: all you can see is light and shade swirling round together

<SlipsInsideHer>: your mind lazily follows the pattern

<SlipsInsideHer>: drifting round and round with it

<SlipsInsideHer>: forgetting everything but your desire to watch the changing patterns in your eyes

<SlipsInsideHer>: and it relaxes you even more

<SlipsInsideHer>: doesn’t it?

<LilyAnna>: yyys so dreamy

<SlipsInsideHer>: and now you see my words flitting in and out of those patterns

<SlipsInsideHer>: as they relax you

<SlipsInsideHer>: you hear nothing but the rustling in the background

<SlipsInsideHer>: lulling you as you feel held in your safe hammock

<SlipsInsideHer>: relaxing you even more

<SlipsInsideHer>: don’t you?

<LilyAnna>: yss safe

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you feel my words

<SlipsInsideHer>: whispering to you

<SlipsInsideHer>: as you float in relaxation

<SlipsInsideHer>: everything gone now but the relaxation and my words

<SlipsInsideHer>: and my words are so relaxing, aren’t they?

<LilyAnna>: yes

<SlipsInsideHer>: and as you listen to them, they carry you along, you feel your hammock tilting and you slide towards the tree

<SlipsInsideHer>: your feet slipping over the material until you find you are standing on a step

<SlipsInsideHer>: there is a stair cut into the wood of the tree. It has a large trunk and the stairs wind round it.

<SlipsInsideHer>: you cannot see where these steps lead as they wind around the trunk. They disappear from view.

<SlipsInsideHer>: you follow them, step by step. Still relaxed and being led

<SlipsInsideHer>: up and up

<SlipsInsideHer>: round and round the tree

<SlipsInsideHer>: and as you climb, you feel the sun warmer on your face

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you slip deeper into this trance

<SlipsInsideHer>: do you understand?

<LilyAnna>: yse

<SlipsInsideHer>: as you climb each step, you relax more and trust more

<SlipsInsideHer>: you do not know where they lead, but you want to go up

<SlipsInsideHer>: you enjoy the deepening relaxation you feel

<SlipsInsideHer>: this feels so right.

<SlipsInsideHer>: and as you climb I want you to write the number of the step. Counting them and how far you have relaxed

<SlipsInsideHer>: with each step you count a little more of your worries drift away

<SlipsInsideHer>: begin now

Without even thinking how absurd this shift was, Lily Anna saw herself at the bottom of this wooden staircase, spiralling up the tree. It was a large oak tree that towered over her, and she wanted to climb up. She wanted to feel the sun on her face. She wanted to escape the dark shadows on the ground and be up among those rustling branches that were lulling her deeper into sleep. Unconcerned, she began to write the numbers, as she saw her feet lift step by step upwards. Each time she felt satisfaction and she became focused on counting them and let everything else drift from her consciousness.

<LilyAnna>: 1...2...3...4...5

<SlipsInsideHer>: going deeper

<LilyAnna>: 666

<LilyAnna>: 7

<SlipsInsideHer>: letting go with every number

<LilyAnna>: 88

<LilyAnna>: 9

<LilyAnna>: 10

<LilyAnna>: 11

<SlipsInsideHer>: giving in to the relaxing feeling you feel

<LilyAnna>: 12

<LilyAnna>: 13

<SlipsInsideHer>: wanting to just float

<LilyAnna>: 14

<LilyAnna>: 115

<SlipsInsideHer>: wanting no thoughts

<LilyAnna>: 116

<LilyAnna>: 17

<SlipsInsideHer>: wanting to forget it all

<LilyAnna>: 18

<LilyAnna>: 1199

<LilyAnna>: 20

<SlipsInsideHer>: wanting to let go completely

<LilyAnna>: 221

<LilyAnna>: 222222

<SlipsInsideHer>: to surrender to the trance

<LilyAnna>: 23

<LilyAnna>: 2224

<SlipsInsideHer>: surrender to hypnosis

<LilyAnna>: 25

<SlipsInsideHer>: and float

<LilyAnna>: 26

<LilyAnna>: 27

<LilyAnna>: 228

<LilyAnna>: 299

<LilyAnna>: 30

<SlipsInsideHer>: getting harder and harder to think

<LilyAnna>: 331

<SlipsInsideHer>: becoming so relaxed

<LilyAnna>: 3332222

<LilyAnna>: 333333333333333

<LilyAnna>: 34

<SlipsInsideHer>: finding it hard to focus on anything other than my words

<LilyAnna>: 35

<LilyAnna>: 336

<SlipsInsideHer>: relaxing more and more

<LilyAnna>: 37

<LilyAnna>: 3333333333388888888888888

<SlipsInsideHer>: keep counting until you can’t count anymore

<LilyAnna>: 339

<LilyAnna>: 44000

<SlipsInsideHer>: as you relax

<LilyAnna>: 411

<SlipsInsideHer>: and go deeper

<LilyAnna>: 423

Her mind hesitated. Was she on 42 or 43? She saw both a two and a three before her. It was getting so hard for her to concentrate on the numbers that she was writing. She kept typing, just hoping she hadn’t skipped a number.

<SlipsInsideHer>: and go deeper

<LilyAnna>: 444444444444

<LilyAnna>: 4455

<SlipsInsideHer>: getting harder and harder to think

<LilyAnna>: 44

<LilyAnna>: 44444444

<LilyAnna>: 66

Lily Anna could barely keep writing. Hadn’t she written enough? She was too tired... no, too relaxed to keep going. She just wanted to sit down and maybe take a nap.

<SlipsInsideHer>: relaxing twice as much with each number

<LilyAnna>: 4777777777777

Again, she hesitated. She had erased her last number, but she couldn’t remember what number she was on. She remembered 44. Maybe she was on 45. She couldn’t think. She just knew she had to keep writing, so she did just that.

<LilyAnna>: 45

<LilyAnna>: 44446666

<LilyAnna>: 444477

<LilyAnna>: 44488888

<LilyAnna>: 49694

<SlipsInsideHer>: pushing yourself deeper and deeper

<LilyAnna>: 555555555555555000000000

<SlipsInsideHer>: letting go of your mind completely

<LilyAnna>: 555555551

<SlipsInsideHer>: getting so relaxed

<LilyAnna>: 555555555111111

There was nothing left in her mind. She could only think of the number 51. She didn’t know if she had already written it or if it was the next number to write. She couldn’t even think of what came after 51 right now anyways, so she kept writing 51.

<LilyAnna>: 55111111111

<LilyAnna>: 5555511111

<LilyAnna>: 555111

<LilyAnna>: 511

<LilyAnna>: 55551

Finally, Lily Anna’s mind and body gave way. She couldn’t even write the numbers. She saw her hypnotist’s words urging her on, but her mind was too relaxed. She wasn’t even sure the number she had written before.

<SlipsInsideHer>: keep counting until you can’t count anymore

<SlipsInsideHer>: as you relax

<SlipsInsideHer>: as you let go of all your thoughts

<SlipsInsideHer>: keep counting

<LilyAnna>: 555 ccannt

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

<SlipsInsideHer>: you see the empty sky above you

<SlipsInsideHer>: only my words exist

<SlipsInsideHer>: you see only my words now

<SlipsInsideHer>: you hear only my voice in your mind

<SlipsInsideHer>: totally relaxed

<SlipsInsideHer>: more and more relaxed with every word I type

<SlipsInsideHer>: aren’t you?

<LilyAnna>: yyyyyyy

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

<SlipsInsideHer>: and now I want you to see a scale in your mind

<SlipsInsideHer>: this a special scale which shows how much your conscious mind guards you.

<SlipsInsideHer>: it shows just how open you are

<SlipsInsideHer>: your special scale goes from 10 to 0

<SlipsInsideHer>: 10 is very protective and wary

<SlipsInsideHer>: 0 is completely relaxed and open

<SlipsInsideHer>: look at your scale and type what it is showing now

<LilyAnna>: 3

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

Her hypnotist spent several more minutes deepening her trance to a good depth for a first trance. By this time, Lily Anna was only thinking about what she was told to think about. Somewhere in her mind lurked a few stray thoughts and a small fragment of her consciousness watching, guarding her, but at this moment, she was too relaxed and happy to care. It was almost addictive to feel this good.

<SlipsInsideHer>: What aroused you about my story?

<LilyAnna>: felt excited at losing control

<SlipsInsideHer>: You want to lose control?

<LilyAnna>: I think so. It excites me when I think of it.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Do you feel aroused now?

<LilyAnna>: Oh yes, indeed.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Sitting there so open and not in control is exciting you?

<LilyAnna>: Yes

<SlipsInsideHer>: Let your other hand slide over your skin. Lift your breast. Feel its weight in your palm. Does that make you feel like a slut?

<LilyAnna>: A bit. Want to be made to cum against my will. Not me making it happen.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Do you want to be seen as a slut by others?

<LilyAnna>: NO... I don’t want to lose respect

<SlipsInsideHer>: But you want to lose control at home?

<SlipsInsideHer>: when you are home you want to forget about others respecting you.

<SlipsInsideHer>: just think about losing control?

<LilyAnna>: uumm yess... I like the idea of desiring to be out of control

<SlipsInsideHer>: you just want to let go. Like a bimbo drawn into sexual fantasy.

Lily Anna wasn’t sure about the sound of that.

<LilyAnna>: not bimbo

<SlipsInsideHer>: what do you think a bimbo is?

<LilyAnna>: Someone who is an airhead, her mind on making up and looking good.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Why does she want to look good?

<LilyAnna>: Because she wants their approval.

<SlipsInsideHer>: And when see attracts men, does she not fall into obeying their demands?

<LilyAnna>: I guess so. She gets pushed around by what they want.

<SlipsInsideHer>: She lets the men guide her. Don’t you think she enjoys being seduced?

<LilyAnna>: I suppose. She gives in easily.

<SlipsInsideHer>: That’s right. She gives in to them.

<SlipsInsideHer>: She is addicted to men being attracted to her, and she gives over control to these men. Yes?

<LilyAnna>: I guess so...

<SlipsInsideHer>: They notice her and want her, and she feeds off their desires. She acquiesces to their demands upon her.

<LilyAnna>: Yes that’s right.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Like she can’t control herself?

<LilyAnna>: I suppose.

<SlipsInsideHer>: But isn’t that just what you said you wanted, to acquiesce and lose control over your sexuality?

<SlipsInsideHer>: Don’t you want a strong man to come along and arouse you and for you to be unable to resist him?

<SlipsInsideHer>: Isn’t that your fantasy?

<LilyAnna>: Well... Yes I guess you are right. That is my fantasy.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Then you see? You do want to be a bimbo.

<LilyAnna>: I’m not sure. I am a bit confused now.

<SlipsInsideHer>: But you are sure you like the idea of losing your mind over someone who arouses you and manipulates you sexually. A man controlling your desire.

<LilyAnna>: It’s sexy. Arousing.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Don’t you think a bimbo finds it arousing to be manipulated into sex?

<LilyAnna>: Yeh, I guess.

<SlipsInsideHer>: So what’s the difference?

<LilyAnna>: Well none, I guess. Not thought about it like that.

<SlipsInsideHer>: It must be hard for you to grasp your desires if you’ve suppressed them for so long.

<LilyAnna>: guesss soo

<SlipsInsideHer>: so really you want to let go of trying to earn the respect of others.

<SlipsInsideHer>: you just want to lose control and be made to cum.

Lily Anna felt her nipples harden as she read this. She realised, to her surprise, that she really did want this; and she was horrified by it at the same time. What was happening to her? Just drifting in her relaxed state and following his words. The idea of being pushed to cum, unable to resist felt so erotic.

<LilyAnna>: yess

<SlipsInsideHer>: So now you see that you are a closet bimbo.

<SlipsInsideHer>: But why don’t you just act the way you feel?

<LilyAnna>: cannt scared. Want their respect.

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl, just relax and drift deeper

<SlipsInsideHer>: deeper with every breath

<SlipsInsideHer>: deeper with every word

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you feel so good right now

<SlipsInsideHer>: just drifting in this wonderful trance

<SlipsInsideHer>: don’t you

<LilyAnna>: yse

<SlipsInsideHer>: yes, you do. It’s almost addictive, isn’t it?

<LilyAnna>: yes

<SlipsInsideHer>: yes, the feel of that warmth in your mind

<SlipsInsideHer>: the way it relaxes you

<SlipsInsideHer>: the way you can just let go and drift

<SlipsInsideHer>: you must really enjoy this, huh?

<LilyAnna>: yes i do

<SlipsInsideHer>: then feel that warmth seeping deeper into you

<SlipsInsideHer>: feel it pushing deeper into your mind

<SlipsInsideHer>: past your conscious thoughts

<SlipsInsideHer>: past your inhibitions

<SlipsInsideHer>: past your subconscious

<SlipsInsideHer>: past your free will

<SlipsInsideHer>: to the very core of your being

<SlipsInsideHer>: this hypnotic trance and the warmth it gives you

<SlipsInsideHer>: you can feel it at your core

<SlipsInsideHer>: isn’t it?

<LilyAnna>: yyy

<SlipsInsideHer>: and so when you awaken everything within this warmth will be much too deep in your mind for you to even remember

<SlipsInsideHer>: won’t it?

<LilyAnna>: yyyy

<SlipsInsideHer>: do you want to remember what happens in this trance?

<LilyAnna>: ii ccannt tooo deep

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

<SlipsInsideHer>: you really love this hypnotic trance

<SlipsInsideHer>: don’t you?

<LilyAnna>: yse

<SlipsInsideHer>: and wouldn’t you like a nice phrase

<SlipsInsideHer>: that will bring you back

<SlipsInsideHer>: to this wonderfully relaxed state?

<LilyAnna>: yyys

<SlipsInsideHer>: so you can experience this relaxation without all the time needed to unwind. Just drift into this deep warm place whenever you want. You can have one, just accept it.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Whenever you see me type “rustling trees”

<SlipsInsideHer>: you’ll be back in your hammock

<SlipsInsideHer>: feeling the heat of the sun on your face

<SlipsInsideHer>: rocking backwards and forwards, drifting

<SlipsInsideHer>: and that swaying motion will carry you off into this totally relaxed place, where you are now

<SlipsInsideHer>: do you understand?

<LilyAnna>: yys

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you can feel the addictiveness of hypnosis now

<SlipsInsideHer>: you can feel yourself already hoping

<SlipsInsideHer>: that I’ll hypnotize you again

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you know whenever you see me online

<SlipsInsideHer>: no matter what you are doing

<SlipsInsideHer>: you will need to send me a message

<SlipsInsideHer>: every time you see me online

<SlipsInsideHer>: because you want more hypnosis from me

<SlipsInsideHer>: because you need more hypnosis from me

<SlipsInsideHer>: do you understand this?

<LilyAnna>: yesss every time

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

<SlipsInsideHer>: it feels so good to relax deeply like this doesn’t it?

<LilyAnna>: ys soo gooood

<SlipsInsideHer>: it feels good to feel the warmth in your mind hypnosis brings, isn’t it?

<LilyAnna>: yyys

<SlipsInsideHer>: and inside that warmth at your core

<SlipsInsideHer>: your mind always stays relaxed and open to my words, doesn’t it?

<LilyAnna>: yyyes

<SlipsInsideHer>: and even when you are awake, you won’t feel it

<SlipsInsideHer>: but that warmth will still be at the core of your being

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you love to feel aroused by hypnosis

<SlipsInsideHer>: you love the excitement of someone pulling your strings

<SlipsInsideHer>: don’t you?

<LilyAnna>: I do. Just so arousing

<SlipsInsideHer>: And don’t you want to have a little sign that will

<SlipsInsideHer>: ratchet up your arousal.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Wouldn’t you love the feeling of someone switching you on

<SlipsInsideHer>: not having to do anything but respond

<SlipsInsideHer>: feeling more sexy, just because you were told to.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Doesn’t just the thought of that make you horny?

Lily Anna’s fingers were sliding over her belly, she was being drawn in by this guy. She loved the way he understood and played with her. Her thighs parted and her fingers slide round the curve of her mons and dipped inside herself as she fantasised about being switched on like a light and suddenly made to feel horny.

<LilyAnna>: mmmm.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Then just accept this trigger and whenever you see me write {w+} you will feel more aroused and more horny and more out of control.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Just accept the phrase and know, without even consciously reading the trigger, that you will jump to a higher pitch of arousal each time you see it, and knowing that I can take you there.

<SlipsInsideHer>: But you also need to come back down and stop feeling horny

<SlipsInsideHer>: when we finish playing. You want to remember the fun we had

<SlipsInsideHer>: but not still be left wanting more when I’ve gone.

<SlipsInsideHer>: You need a phrase that will switch off your horniness too, don’t you?

<LilyAnna>: guesss ssso

<SlipsInsideHer>: So when you see me type {w0} you will not read it, but you will understand that you no longer feel in need.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Do you understand these phrases?

<LilyAnna>: yyss

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

<SlipsInsideHer>: and now you know that deep inside the core of your being

<SlipsInsideHer>: there is a bimbo trying to express herself.

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you want that bimbo to be free. A bimbo who has no control.

<SlipsInsideHer>: you want to allow that bimbo to come out when you are safe at home

<SlipsInsideHer>: don’t you?

<LilyAnna>: yyyss

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

<SlipsInsideHer>: then on the count of 5 you will awaken fully

<SlipsInsideHer>: not noticing any of our hypnotic chat

<SlipsInsideHer>: do you understand?

<LilyAnna>: yyessido

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

<SlipsInsideHer>: 1

<SlipsInsideHer>: beginning to awake

<SlipsInsideHer>: 2

<SlipsInsideHer>: feeling your mind stir

<SlipsInsideHer>: 3

<SlipsInsideHer>: gaining awareness

<SlipsInsideHer>: 4

<SlipsInsideHer>: almost awake

<SlipsInsideHer>: 5

<SlipsInsideHer>: so how did you find that visulaisation?

What? Lily Anna snapped back to reality. She had been lost in thought or asleep or... Well, she wasn’t sure what she had been thinking about, but she remembered feeling relaxed and aroused. She looked down and saw herself naked in front of the monitor, she hadn’t really been aware of shedding her clothes but remembered how he led her step by step into a wonderful fantasy. She loved the feel of her hands as they slikly moved across her flesh. She hadn’t had an orgasm, but that didn’t matter. It was such a gift to have been able to drift off into such a deeply sexually satisfying place, and she did feel safe about what had happened. She felt she could trust him, he had not exploited the situation. She’d just have to wait and see. Though, her pussy didn’t want to wait much longer.

<LilyAnna>: hmmm... the relaxation it produces... so sexy... and it’s a mystery

<SlipsInsideHer>: mystery?

<LilyAnna>: your hypnosis is a mystery to me... how you can affect me so deeply when you are not even here, just your words appearing disembodied on my computer screen. I found myself responding so strongly to your visualisation. Is that what hypnosis is like?

<SlipsInsideHer>: Sure. It is not about becoming a robot and forgetting who you are. It is just an altered state of consciousness. You are still conscious, but you allow yourself to let go of all those anxieties and cares that preoccupy you everyday. That is why it can be so deeply sexually satisfying. Sex is in your mind, not playing with that hot pussy of yours.

<LilyAnna>: But it helps...:)

<SlipsInsideHer>: Well yes, surely. So while you are waiting for your boss to wake up to what you could offer him, why not enjoy some harmless relaxation when you are safe at home?

<LilyAnna>: How could a girl refuse...?

<SlipsInsideHer>: But tell me, why should he bother about you?

<LilyAnna>: How do you mean?

<SlipsInsideHer>: Well you are just a junior research assistant, right?

<LilyAnna>: You have to start somewhere.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Yes and you are at the bottom, right?

<LilyAnna>: Well... yes, I guess.

<SlipsInsideHer>: So what you do isn’t really important is it? {w+}

<LilyAnna>: What do you mean?

Lily Anna felt a tingle in her pussy at the precise moment she started to feel angry with this guy. What did he mean her work was not important?

<LilyAnna>: Of course my work is important.

<SlipsInsideHer>: But they wouldn’t trust something really important to a junior research assistant would they? It sort of made sense, but she didn’t like to feel her work was not important. She worked very hard and her boss had been pleased with it.

<LilyAnna>: He likes my work.

<SlipsInsideHer>: OK. But I bet he has someone supervise you. {w+}

Lily Anna felt the lurch in her stomach as she thought about her supervisor.

<LilyAnna>: Well... yes... Kathy overseas my work true

<SlipsInsideHer>: And when things are not up to scratch she tells you what you need to do, doesn’t she {w+}

<LilyAnna>: Well yes she does...

Why was she feeling so turned on at the thought of being told what to do? Her pussy was becoming really distracting now, and her fingers slipped down to her slit.

<LilyAnna>: I mean... she just checks it.

<SlipsInsideHer>: That’s right. She checks to make sure you did it properly, and if you don’t do it right you need to go and correct it. {w+}

God, she felt like a schoolgirl, and she was now definitely feeling horny. This was not like her, why should she feel excited by being told what to do? This conversation was moving so fast, she found it hard to keep up with him. There was something not right about what he said, but as she stared at his words, the logic of what he wrote seemed inescapable.

<SlipsInsideHer>: are you feeling out of control?

<LilyAnna>: maybe a little

<SlipsInsideHer>: do you want to keep going?

<LilyAnna>: I don’t know, I am not sure you understand my work

<LilyAnna>: yet at the same time, I am feeling turned on by it somehow

<SlipsInsideHer>: You see, that is your bimbo side surfacing.

<SlipsInsideHer>: why don’t you think about whether you want to continue

<SlipsInsideHer>: it is your decision after all

<SlipsInsideHer>: but while you’re at it, just slide those wet fingers of yours down between those hot slippery thighs and play with yourself a little

<SlipsInsideHer>: just for fun while you think about what you want to do next

<LilyAnna>: no I can’t!

<SlipsInsideHer>: why not?

<LilyAnna>: it’s too distracting

<SlipsInsideHer>: but you want to, don’t you?

<LilyAnna>: Well ermm... yes I suppose I do.

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you are horny right now, aren’t you?

<LilyAnna>: Well, I am, yes...

<SlipsInsideHer>: and you are alone?

<LilyAnna>: yes

<SlipsInsideHer>: so if you want to and you are horny and you’re alone, why don’t you play with yourself?

Lily Anna’s head was spinning by now. It was difficult to keep up. Why shouldn’t she play with herself. His logic was irresistible, even though something in her wanted to resist.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Don’t you play with yourself sometimes...when you are horny and alone?

<LilyAnna>: yes sometimes, I guess

She did feel horny and she already had her hand down there as she idly scratched away at her thatch. She felt so stupid trying to argue against something she wanted to do anyway.

<SlipsInsideHer>: then why not play with yourself now?

<SlipsInsideHer>: you’re alone and you’re horny

<LilyAnna>: yes that makes sense, but I don’t know

<SlipsInsideHer>: you mean you don’t want to play with yourself?

<LilyAnna>: no, I do

<SlipsInsideHer>: so go ahead!

Lily Anna’s resistance collapsed. She needed to answer him, but her mind seemed full of feeling sexy and out of control. She was alone and by now she was most definitely horny. Her fingers were working at the persistent itch she felt between her legs, so why shouldn’t she play with herself? Still, she had this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t understand it. Her fingers delved deeper into her bush and her lips parted more. A single finger slid effortlessly between her pussy lips before she was able to try and stop it.

<LilyAnna>: well, I did have a reason

<LilyAnna>: but I guess it wasn’t that important

<SlipsInsideHer>: so are you playing with yourself now?

<LilyAnna>: yes

<SlipsInsideHer>: and do you want to keep playing with me?

<LilyAnna>: mmmm... but can we slow down a bit

<SlipsInsideHer>: {w+} struggling to keep up? That’s ok, I’ll make it easier for you.

She was typing with one hand and rapidly becoming more aroused. Even reading his words telling her that he would slow down so that she could keep up was driving the nagging need she felt rising along with the burning heat from between her thighs. Although her typing was a little slower, she was so enthralled in fingering her pussy that she really didn’t care. She wanted this feeling to last forever. She kept sliding her finger slowly in and out, her arousal climbing. She slipped another finger inside herself, and started to move them faster. She felt the familiar tug and she knew she would cum soon.

<SlipsInsideHer>: and are you enjoying your hypnosis so far {w+}?

<LilyAnna>: yeah, I feel nice

<LilyAnna>: Christ!

<SlipsInsideHer>: what’s the matter?

<LilyAnna>: I’m getting so horny!

<SlipsInsideHer>: ready to cum yet?

<LilyAnna>: not quite, but getting there

<SlipsInsideHer>: no I think you should cum now.

The last thing Lily Anna knew were his words telling her body to cum, before her body responded to his command. She felt her body convulse of its own accord, brushing aside her will. Then her mind exploded into a massive orgasm that erupted through her body. It was the most intense yet the weirdest orgasm she had ever had. Usually her orgasms started in her pussy, not in her brain, but this time it was as if her mind erupted first. Was that how hypno-generated orgasms felt?

<SlipsInsideHer>: done?

Lily Anna didn’t want to admit she had cum, but he knew. How did he know?

<LilyAnna>: yes

<SlipsInsideHer>: good girl

She felt these two simple words both humiliating and arousing. He kept treating her like some helpless little girl that he was having to explain sex to. As much as she tried to deny it, the feeling of dependence upon him and being manipulated by him was making this whole situation even hotter.

<SlipsInsideHer>: see playing with me isn’t so bad, is it?

<LilyAnna>: no...

<SlipsInsideHer>: so why was it so hard to decide to go on playing?

<LilyAnna>: I don’t know... this is all too much. I don’t feel like I am being me

<LilyAnna>: I’m not like this

<SlipsInsideHer>: hmm...

<SlipsInsideHer>: then why do you think you’re doing this?

<LilyAnna>: I mean I’m not usually like this

<SlipsInsideHer>: well, what are you usually like then?

<LilyAnna>: I am my own person

<SlipsInsideHer>: that’s strange, have you put your clothes back on yet?

Lily Anna was once again caught by the sudden shift in topic. No she hadn’t, why hadn’t she? As she thought about this she realised how much she enjoyed the vulnerability symbolised by sitting naked in front of him. She had never had so much fun.

<LilyAnna>: no I haven’t

<SlipsInsideHer>: so is the chair wet now?

<LilyAnna>: <blushes>

<LilyAnna>: yes

<SlipsInsideHer>: you better clean it up then. Use your panties.

Lily Anna was having the absolute time of her life chatting with him, but this author wouldn’t give an inch. He had her completely off balance, and he kept pushing. She thought about going and getting a cloth, but she couldn’t pull herself away, and considering her clothes scattered around the chair, her panties was the best option. She picked them off the floor and mopped up before sitting back down.

<SlipsInsideHer>: you done yet?

<LilyAnna>: yes

Why was she telling him everything he asked?

<SlipsInsideHer>: then you better slip those panties back on before you mess that chair up again.

Lily Anna was feeling increasingly humiliated by the way he was speaking to her. How dare he! She wanted to tell him not to talk to her in this way. Yet as her fingers hesitated over the keyboard she thought of the orgasm she had just experienced. She didn’t want him to go away and forget her. She did enjoy this and she would never be able to experience the power of an orgasm like that again if she angered him.

<SlipsInsideHer>: have you done that yet?

<LilyAnna>: no

<SlipsInsideHer>: I see. You prefer sitting in your own juices. Such a dirty slut aren’t you?

<LilyAnna>: no I’m not! I am putting them on.

She felt ashamed as she pulled her wet knickers up her legs. They felt cold to her skin and as the oil soaked material slid over her mound, she felt her excitement grow once more. She sat with her legs apart and her hand sliding over the material, pressing the oil into her skin.

<LilyAnna>: done.

<SlipsInsideHer>: now you were sayng that you are your own person?

<SlipsInsideHer>: Yet you seem to be happy to follow my instructions

<LilyAnna>: Well yes I know, tonight... It’s just nice.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Because you need me, a man, to remind you to look after yourself.

<SlipsInsideHer>: If it wasn’t for me you’d still be sitting there naked.

<LilyAnna>: well I guess.... you’re right

<SlipsInsideHer>: you seem to be saying that quite a bit

<SlipsInsideHer>: you can still play with that cute cunt of yours

Lily Anna’s hand slid down and slipped inside her panties.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Pour some more oil down over your mound first, get it nice and sloppy for your fingers.

With her heart racing she reached out for the bottle and pulled open her panties as she dribbled more oil down her belly and pooling in her crotch. She was so excited right now.

<SlipsInsideHer>: Have you done that?

<LilyAnna>: <nods>

<SlipsInsideHer>: why are you doing this?

Why was she responding to everything he told her to do? She hadn’t been fingering herself just now, but as her fingers slid inside her, she realised how submissively she was behaving. This guy just kept pushing her, and she could deny him nothing.

<LilyAnna>: I don’t know... you said to

<SlipsInsideHer>: by the way, is it shaved, or do you trim it?

<LilyAnna>: it’s trimmed

<SlipsInsideHer>: ok, but shave it tomorrow

<SlipsInsideHer>: I thought you didn’t want me making your decision?

<LilyAnna>: I don’t

<SlipsInsideHer>: but isn’t that what I’m doing right now?

<LilyAnna>: I guess

<SlipsInsideHer>: and do you not enjoy it?

<LilyAnna>: yes, I do

<SlipsInsideHer>: so then you really don’t mind me making some decisions

<SlipsInsideHer>: do you?

<LilyAnna>: no, I suppose I don’t

<LilyAnna>: I guess you can make some decisions for me

And that was the way the next few hours of her life were spent, in a haze somewhere between pure lust, submission, humiliation, and hypnosis. She knew she shouldn’t want to be manipulated in this way. She could still work her way out of this, exert her own decisions if she wanted to. It’s just that right now she was happy to play along with this. The evening passed. She had more orgasms than she ever remembered having in one night. She was never quite sure who was making her decisions even though he always seemed to give her a choice.

Then, suddenly he left. He told her he would be on again tomorrow morning around 11:00 if she wanted to play some more. He told her to get a good night’s sleep ready for tomorrow and reminded her to shave her cunt in the morning, then he was gone. Lily Anna stared at the screen at the words informing her he had logged off. She knew she didn’t really have a choice, even though he gave her the decision. She knew she would be there. Lily Anna continued to finger herself as she thought through all the games they had played and remembered how he had made her cum over and again. The night ended with one final orgasm before she finally pulled herself away and headed off to her bed. Lily Anna fell into her bed. What would he make her do tomorrow? How far was she really willing to go with this? When she finally calmed herself down, she drifted off into a deep sleep, his words still echoing inside her mind. She slept more peacefully that night than she had slept in years, completely satisfied, waiting in anticipation for what tomorrow would bring.

The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sweet Talk

Chapter 2