Her friends probably wouldn’t understand if they knew. If she told them, “Yes, I do have a Master who regularly hypnotizes me and plays with my nipples while I rhythmically stroke his cock and chant mantras of surrender to him,” they’d almost certainly think that she was weird and perverted, or at the mere mention of hypnosis leap to conclusions drawn from terrible late-night thrillers and soap operas. She’d never be able to describe to them the way she felt when she was lost in the trance.
There was a timelessness to it that was indescribably beautiful. She always descended into that state slowly and easily, her hand slowly rising and falling on Master’s cock as he whispered to her, “The more you stroke, the less you think”, until her eyes sank shut and her mind slipped away and she found herself in that pure, perfect state of blank and sleepy bliss that seemed to last forever. Once Master led her there, she never wanted to leave.
And everything about that state was pleasure. Oh, there were whole sessions where he never touched her body, or simply stroked and petted the parts of her that his hands could reach while holding her and whispering to her. But the pleasure of trance was its own kind of ecstasy, one that gave her all the joys she needed. She came for him over and over in the depths of his control, her mind perfectly reproducing one orgasm after another until her voice melted into a vacant monotone of dreamy bliss.
But beyond his touch and his words, her programming made her feel bliss on a level no physical pleasure could ever match. Master’s words sank deep into the core of her mind, turning “the more I stroke, the less I think” into an inexorable truth that left her fulfilled on a spiritual level by the feel of his hard, throbbing cock under her fingers. She knew she was pleasing her Master, and that knowledge was more powerful than any fuck she’d ever gotten from any other partner. Why would she care if her cunt received a few grunting thrusts when she was being fucked right in the center of her very soul?
So she didn’t care that nobody but her and Master would understand. Nobody else needed to understand, not when Master could encircle her mind and her body in such perfect, beautiful bliss and hold her in his loving power. The world floated away when she was lost in Master’s will, and as far as she was concerned, nothing else mattered when they were together. And his wonderful, inexorable hypnosis made sure that was the case.
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