Betsy loved playing hypnosis games with her boyfriend Tom, but she knew she was never going to become his sex slave. She had too much willpower for that. Sure, they played around with dominance and submission just a bit, but she never let herself go too deep for him. She could always resist long enough that he lost patience with brainwashing her.
Then one day he brought out a bubble wand. He explained that it might look silly, but it was actually a powerful tool in the hands of an experienced hypnotist. He blew a bubble and told her to just watch it float in the air, watch the shimmering play of light on its soapy surface, watch the way that it gently drifted along on the breeze until–
*POP!*
And then it was gone, he said, blowing another. The bubble popped, taking her thoughts, her willpower, her resistance right along with it. Her mind was drifting just like the bubble, floating gently, focused on the swirl and play of light, until–
*POP!*
And another thought, another bit of resistance, another piece of her will popped just like those fragile little bubbles. He blew another one, reminding her that this one would pop too. That all the bubbles would pop, one by one, until there were no more left. Until all her resistance was gone. Until all her thoughts were gone, every last one. Until–
*POP!*
Betsy smiled a sleepy smile. It was a neat induction, even if it wasn’t doing anything more than making her a bit vacant, and she would let herself go along with it until Tom got bored and decided to turn their hypnosis session into a lovemaking session. She’d just watch the bubbles, letting them float along and following them with her glazed, peaceful stare until–
*POP!*
And sure enough, after a few minutes, Tom ordered Betsy to take her clothes off and follow him. Betsy readily complied; this was her favorite part of the hypnosis session. They’d fool around for a while, she’d call him “Master” and not really mean it, and then she’d wake up and he’d…he’d…
Tom walked her into the bathroom, running a hot bath for her. He had a special treat for his good girl, he explained. He was going to pamper her, give her all the pleasure she wanted and needed and deserved. He was going to help her relax. That sounded wonderful to Betsy. She happily let herself sink into the water, her eyes barely open as Tom gently stroked her forehead.
But then he told her he’d forgotten something. If he was going to pamper her with a warm bath, it needed something more than just water. He smiled gently, pouring a capful of liquid under the flowing tap. It wasn’t until she saw the foam swirling up all around her that Betsy realized what he was doing. And by then, it was too late.
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Still love this story! That moment when all the thoughts go POP! and your mind is overwhelmed, and you just fall deep into trance to be used by your master….