“You’re the writer?” he asked, gesturing to a seat in front of his desk for me to sit in.
I nodded, sitting and crossing my legs, “Yes, hypno fetish stories. I’ve started publishing them so I wanted to do some actual research into hypnosis. Actually be hypnotized, that sort of thing.”
“Well frankly I don’t have time for hypno-fans or to satisfy people’s kinks,” he said.
I reached into my purse and set a pile of bills wrapped in a rubber band on his desk. He reached for it, picked it up and counted. Seeming slightly surprised he opened a drawer on his desk and dropped the wad of bills in before closing it. Then he stood, walked around his desk and sat down on the edge nearest to where my chair was.
Reaching into the interior pocket of his suit’s jacket he removed a silver pocket watch on a silver chain and dangled it above where my eye line would naturally be. I looked up at it.
“I am sure then miss hypno-kink writer that you know what this is for,” he said as he set it gently swinging.
“It’s to tire my eyes out by making my eye muscles strain to look at it,” I explained, “it’s also a focal point to help narrow my awareness down to just the watch and your voice.”
He chuckled slightly, “I bet you were always a teacher’s pet. But yes, now why don’t you tell me how you’ll feel as you watch the watch.”
“My eyes will naturally start to strain from looking up at the watch, and then you’ll suggest that they’re getting heavy. That reinforces that what you suggest happens, and you’ll move onto saying that I’m sleepy and heavy and the heaviness is spreading through my body,” I explained, “Then you’ll tell me just to focus on your voice and ignore everything else but your voice.”
I blinked as my eyes began to grow tired. He said nothing, just let me watch the watch and then began to talk.
“You’re right, except you’re already sleepy, heavy and tired. You’ve been writing about, dreaming about, being hypnotized for years so your body know exactly what to do, you mind knows exactly what to do now,” he said, “and your eyes can continue to get heavy and sleepy.”
His free hand, the one not holding the watch, passed in front of my face as it moved down and blocked my view of the watch. Drawn by the motion my eyes followed it down, then so did my head. My eyelids shut and I felt my chin hit my chest.
I snapped my eyes open and head up taking a deep breath, just as my hands dropped my bra to the ground. I was topless and he was sitting back at his desk smiling. “Good, welcome back Jess,” he said.
“We didn’t agree to me undressing,” I said shocked at my state.
He snapped his fingers and without thinking about it I stood, and went to the wall beside his library of academic books. I lifted my skirt and began to slide a finger into my surprisingly wet pussy. I noticed my panties also laying on the ground beside the chair I’d been in.
“No, but we talked about what you really want. An author of stories about enslaved women, hypnotized to obey. It’s only natural that you too live out your fantasy, hypnotized to obey,” he said, approaching me, “hypnotized to obey.”
“Hypnotized to obey,” I say as I watch him near. Then he slides a finger into my wet cunt, sending a spasm of pleasure along my body. I moan as he withdraws it, and brings the wet digit to my lips.
“You have a lot more research to do,” he said, grinning.
I moaned, “Yes master.”
Good girls do their homework.
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And as you know hypno-kink is all about focus.