MY HYPNOTISED TOY

A guest blog written by J, recounting his encounter with me in November 2025.

The lady was a vision. A sleek, figure hugging black leather dress showed off a lean, athletic body, but did little to hide the creamy skin of her long, shapely legs. The edges of her intricate tattoo peeked out at thigh and shoulder, hinting at a picture which begged to be seen in full. Her boots looked new, shiny soles and a spike heel, over smooth black leather which perfectly encased her calves. The overall picture fell well this side of classy, but with a hint of danger and bohemian promise. The sort of woman who would draw flashbulbs and attention on a red carpet, but also fit in a smokey dungeon with a man sobbing and groveling at her feet. 

I suspected I may soon become that man. 

I sat comfortably in a chair facing her as she swung a golden pocket watch in front of my face. The script was classic, and the familiar cadences flowed into my my mind, like drugged honey. I was feeling sleepy. So very sleepy. My eyelids were starting to droop, so hard to stay awake. So hard to concentrate on the watch, drawing me down with each pendulous swing. I felt the familiar lassitude stealing over me and leaned into it willingly, enjoying the feeling that for a little while, I did not need to think. Would not be ABLE to think. 

The wonderful thing about hypnosis is that you don't have to try. It becomes easy to zone out, and just let the words flow over you, and indeed that's when you know it is working most powerfully. I recall the snap of her fingers, my shoulders slumping forward, my head drooping, and I remember what I knew to be a progressive relaxation deepener, but whilst a small part of me was logging, and appreciating the skill and elegance of the technique, the greater part of me simply drifted, enjoying the drowsy feeling or surrender and absorbing post hypnotic instructions. My subconscious decided, or perhaps was told,  that I would not need to remember them on a conscious level, but that their potency would lose nothing for that. 

I was woken with another snap of the fingers and blinked in the warm red light. Mistress was watching me closely with an expression between scientific interest and predatory hunger. I grinned a little foolishly and stretched, waiting for what was to come. 

"Take off your clothes"

Why not? That was, broadly, what I was here for. I quickly stripped off my clothes and stood, naked, and a little self consciously before the vision in leather. Had that been a post hypnotic trigger? Hard to tell. 

"Get down on your knees."

I sank to my knees. It felt good to be looking up at mistress. Again, I wondered if that was a voluntary act, and indeed how I would tell. This question was soon answered. Mistress held out a shapely hand, beautifully encased in a soft silk glove. 

"Worship!" 

This time there was no doubt. I surprised myself as I seized the hand like a man dying of thirst seeking water. The silk filled my senses like a drug, the feel of it, the texture on my skin as i held it against my cheek, the strong, slender fingers inside. I kissed, stroked, held, fondled, without thought or control. Intoxicated. Helpless. Hypnotised. 

"Now my boots. Worship!"

And just as suddenly, the gloves were gone... suddenly irrelevant, and the beautiful leather boots filled my vision, my senses, my desire. Where before I'd stolen covert glances at them, suddenly I was without filter and control. I held them reverently, rubbing the smooth leather against my skin, licking, sucking, massaging, impaling my throat on the pointed toe, wanting nothing but to experience them with my whole self. All the while, I was aware of mistress, narrating my thoughts with an amused, almost smug, but not unkind air. "That's right... they're all you can think about, they're all you can see, all you can smell, and taste. My boots are your whole world. Such a good hypnotized pet, lavishing my boots like this..."

The words flashed a sudden thought into my brain. I... was a hypnotized pet. This was not my choice, I'd been MADE to do this. My will softly stolen by this divine goddess, reduced to her plaything. I tried to stop, to pull away, more in an attempt to see what would happen than through any desire to stop. I managed the briefest of pauses before my mouth flew back to the job at hand, as if drawn by an irresistible magnet, drawing a moan of helpless desire from me. Mistress noticed my hesitation and chuckled with dark amusement before snapping her fingers again. "as you were". 

I blinked, as the trigger was withdrawn, the boot still cradled in my arms, my lips pressed upon it. I released it gently, feeling a slight pang of loss, but nothing akin to the fierce, irresistible compulsion I'd felt only a few seconds earlier. I chuckled self consciously "well... that seems to have worked". 

Mistress beamed at me, like an owner praising an obedient puppy. I felt an surge of desire to please her further. This was my world now. 

"Stand up".

I did so, somewhat shakily, suddenly aware of my nakedness. I'd not been allowed the mental space to be aware of my arousal whilst worshiping, but now it jutted out in front of me, a bead of precum dribbling from its tip. I opened my mouth to speak, but did not get a chance. Another snap of the fingers. "Freeze!"

I did so, rooted into immobility, unable to even close my mouth... or move my eyes! Frustratingly, I'd been glancing across the room when the snap had come, and now could only see mistress in my peripheral vision! A dark shape, moving around me. I felt her silken touch caress my torso,dragging softly across my chest and down, like the coils of a snake embracing me in an irresistible crush. Her words washed over me again, absorbed but scarcely understood, her voice becoming my internal thoughts. I was hers. I was her sex toy. Just a body she would use for her pleasure, my cock was hers. My cum was hers. My ass was hers. I whimpered as she draped herself over me, her perfect leather clad ass rubbing against my groin. I was desperate to look down and see, but wholly unable to do so. She laughed at my plight and turned into me, pressing her perfect body into my immobile one as I trembled with desire. Her breath was hot on my ear as she whispered dark promised in my ear, reveling in her power, her utter control of my body and mind. There was nothing I could deny her. No act I would not fulfill at her command, and no thought she could not implant or remove from my mind. 

She pulled herself away, standing before me again, and snapped her fingers again. "As you were". My knees almost buckled as my sluggish nervous system took a half second to restore control of my body.

"Holy shit, that's incredible" I breathed, panting as if i'd just done a workout".

Mistress seated herself daintily on the edge of the bench, below my eye line, but undeniably in control. She seemed demure, calm, and in control, but there was the slightest undercurrent of excitement, as if she was drawing power from my helplessness. 

"Well, that's just the beginning. There are so many things I can do with a good subject like you." Her voice was husky and confident, the queen in her domain. "Now let's see what else there was I wanted to do with you." As she spoke she slid the tip of her boot under my balls, casually possessive. I whimpered slightly and writhed slightly, embarrassment making me want to pull away but desire making me want to push into the pressure, seeking friction. 

"Oh yes, how about this one." She snapped her fingers. "Touch yourself..." My hand flew to my cock, as helpless to resist as when she'd had me worship her boots, "and... slow sleep". 

Initially the second trigger seemed not to have done anything, and I continued to stroke. However, within a few seconds I felt a wave of sleepiness wash over me. My eyelids drooped and my strokes started to become slower, uncoordinated. My mind's eye saw again the pocket watch, drawing curved lines in front of my eyes as it swung. Looking up blearily I saw mistress laugh with delight. 

"Oh yes...look at you... Having a little trouble staying awake? Try to fight it for me, I do love to watch my victims struggle... Don't you want to cum? I'll let you, you know... if you can just fight off the sleepiness and keep touching yourself, I will let you cum right now! Here, maybe this will help..."

Through heavy lidded eyes I see you finger slide your knickers to one side and slide through your glistening pussy... For a second I manage to regain rhythm, but the sleepiness has taken full control now. I sway dizzily, and sink to my knees my hand falling from my cock before clumsily trying to find it again. "Oh, poor baby... I don't think you're going to make it, are you? Too sleepy. Sleepy. Just toooo, sleeeeepy." She drew out the last syllables like a soothing lullaby, and the word seems to fill my mind, each repetition acting like a fresh  wave of sedative in my veins. I'm hardly aware of slumping the rest of the way to the floor, and all my hand can manage is a few twitches towards my groin. I feel her kneel down beside me and hear her voice in my ear, as if coming from a great distance. 

"You see... I control you now. I can make you freeze. I can make you worship. I can make you wake or sleep, and I can make you touch. I can slow your mind down, make you dumb, or just too sleepy to resist me, and turn you into a puddle on the floor. I can make you confess every dirty thought you have, or give you new ones until you don't know where your mind ends and mine begins..."

I feel her caress my cheek, not unkindly, a gesture of affection, and absolute control, and I turn into it drowsily, like a cat being petted.

"So yes, that cum making your balls ache, that's mine, and I will take it from you... but only after I've used you in every way you desire but don't dare to ask. "

My last thought before the trigger finally drops me into blackness is not a thought, but her words, although at this point, they have become indistinguishable. 

"You belong to Mistress now, my hypnotised toy, and I'm going to enjoy you in ways you can't imagine..."