Tied up in Trance

Jason was back for therapy again. I knew how susceptible he was, especially to a shock induction. He went under so easily. All I needed to do was gently coax him into a relaxed state, and just when he was nicely relaxed in the chair, I did what he least expected: I quickly undid my leopard wrap over top and flashed my bare breasts at him. His eyes glazed over and he went so deep, so quickly that his head almost hit the coffee table in front of him. Titnosis would seduce him and induce a trance every time, he was just a sucker for my firm, juicy tits. And now he was my toy to play with.

“Focus on my voice. My voice holds the ultimate power over you, and you will listen to and obey every command I give you.” I knew my silky voice would be echoing around his head, enticing him into further submission. “You are powerless to resist my orders, so let me inside your head to take full control of your mind…and body.” I noticed that his entire body was limp…except for between his legs, where a large erection protruded.

“Repeat after me: I am your mindless sex slave.” My forceful voice was impossible to ignore.

His words came out slowly but obediently: “I am your mindless sex slave.”

“I submit completely to you.”

“I submit…completely to you.”

“Good! My mind belongs to you.”

“My mind belongs to you.”

“And my body is your property.”

“My body is your property.”

“I serve, I obey and I worship you.”

“I serve, I obey and I worship you.”

Jason was practically drooling now, so powerful was my control over him, but it was time to bring him out of his trance and for the fun to begin.

“When I click my fingers, I’ll bring you out of your trance. But when I click my fingers after that, you will serve, obey and worship me. 3, 2, 1, awake!” And with the finger snap, Jason’s eyes popped open wide.

“How do you feel Jason?” I asked, back in my role as a smiling, friendly therapist.

“Very good thank you, I…”

CLICK!

“Stand up and take off your clothes.” Jason got up from his chair and started to shed the business suit he was wearing. He was tall at about 6’2, so it took time to peel the layers from his lengthy limbs. But eventually, all he was wearing was a big erection, ready for me to play with. Ultimately, he was only a plaything to me.

I clicked my fingers again, and Jason was back in the room, confused about his naked state while I stood in front of him in my leather skirt, nylon stockings and heels with my leopard top open. I watched him squirm in embarrassment then clicked my fingers another time.

CLICK!

“You’re completely unable to move or speak.” Jason froze to the spot, mouth sealed, but his eyes showed his frustration at being held in hypnotic bondage. They darted around in sheer disbelief that his body just wouldn’t move no matter how hard he tried. I looked up at him. Even in my heels he was a good 5 inches taller than me. “Look at you. You’re such a big man, towering over me. Yet you’re so weak, being completely controlled by me down here. You know now that I own you, every inch of you, especially this!” I tugged on his erect penis, then began to slowly and seductively strip off my top and skirt completely, so I was just down to my lingerie and stockings, looking Jason deeply in the eyes as I went. I could see his consternation had changed to desire, but it wasn’t his desire I would indulge…it would be my own.

CLICK!

“Lie down on my couch.” Jason was freed from the bondage but still under my spell as he lay in a face-up position that I would be able to use. I mounted his face, pulled my panties to the side and instructed, “Lick me to orgasm”, accompanied by a few finger snaps of course. His tongue shot out compliantly, reaching for my throbbing clit which demanded worship. Luckily Jason was good with his tongue and it was not long before my juices were flowing as I moved closer and closer to orgasm…all over his face!

I was ready to fuck him, but just to reinforce my strong hold over him, I clicked my fingers several times, deepening Jason’s submission to me.

CLICK!

CLICK!

CLICK!

That hard cock was far too inviting and needed to be ridden. I slid myself onto it, feeling every inch of it in me as I pulled my bra cups down and pulled Jason’s hands to my breasts, forcing him to fondle them as they bounced to the rhythm of the gyration of my hips. My mind fucked slave was giving me all the pleasure and satisfaction I craved inside the therapy room and inside me! My thrusting motions meant the tip of Jason’s cock rubbed right against my G-spot, bringing me to a second shuddering climax, with some sighs that echoed all around the consultation room. Jason’s cock twitched away, but it had served its purpose now, along with his tongue.

CLICK!

“Put on your clothes and sit down in the chair. When I click my fingers again, you will remember nothing of the last hour at all.”

CLICK!

“How are you feeling Jason?”

“I feel great! Thanks once again for another excellent therapy session. I’m much more relaxed now!”

As I sent Jason home (undoubtedly to be back for more later), I noticed his boner still protruding in his trousers. Maybe he’d have a wank later while fantasising about some ludicrously implausible fuck with his therapist?