Good Girl, Floating


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mind Control, Hypnosis, True Story, DomSub, Humiliation, .

Desc: Sex Story: a hypnotic relationship and why it works (and a little about HOW it works)

He said hello in response to mine, a mellow lilting tone that made me know a warm, half-smile played across his lips. After many months, I was so conditioned to this voice that the two syllables sent a pleasant shiver up my spine and a blush down over my face and neck.

"How are you today?" he asked, and I told him a little about my morning and plans for the day. We chatted lightly about inconsequential things but even that bit of conversation had already changed my physiology in subtle ways. My breath was slower and deeper, my muscles had relaxed, and best of all, my mind had relaxed, beginning a release of endorphins into my system that at the same time calmed me and excited me.

Unexpectantly, in the middle of discussing current vacancy rates, he said, "Brush your breast three times." I had learned long ago this was his key phrase for me. In the beginning I had obeyed out of a desire to see if this really worked. Now when he said it, I didn't even have to perform the action, the feeling immediately hit me like warm water pouring over my head and running down my body. My eyes closed to shut out all extraneous input, my head bowed slightly, my breath grew deeper still and my whole body sat in quiet anticipation of his words. He had flipped the switch and emptied me and I waited attentively for him to fill me.

It wasn't always like this of course. He didn't meet me one day and say "brush your breath" and I was suddenly his mental sex slave. Despite what you might've read (and some people wishfully think), it doesn't happen that way. It takes time to build a level of trust. It also helps to learn enough about a person to know what makes them react - to know what buttons to push and which ones to leave alone.

Personally, I've always had the desire for someone else to be in control of me, at least sometimes. It's like taking a vacation from myself. I want someone to get inside my head and turn the volume down and lead me to feel things I really want to but am afraid to try. I was raised to be the "good girl", not allowed to let go and enjoy all the nasty little pleasures of life. What he gives me is the freedom to feel everything without the guilt of it.

"Feel me inside your head," he said. "Listen to my voice and feel me inside of you." I listened and with my eyes closed; his voice was the only thing in my world now. My focus on it was sharp and complete as he told me what to feel and my body responded as if hands were touching me.

"Your nipples have grown so hard..." Calling my attention to them brought a rush of warmth into my breasts and I felt the tips turn rock-hard. When I looked down, I could see their outlines beneath my shirt.

"Harder and harder until they begin to ache" and with his words, the pain came. A burning, as if the skin was stretched hard. "The fabric of your shirt rubs over your nipples, teasing them... each movement, each breath you take is a sweet torment of stimulation." I moaned, feeling the areola crinkle tightly with a wonderful throb. This intense pleasure/pain brought a flood of moisture between my thighs.

The first time he entered my mind, it was more clinical, in a way maybe just an exercise to show me he could do it. He had me sit starting at a single point on a blank computer screen as he spoke to me. I was not to move my eyes from that point. Very soon, I developed a sort of tunnel vision - which is a normal reaction to staring at one point so long - and the only thing I could see at all was that one dot. My eyes were exhausted from staring so hard and as the world around me faded, his voice echoed in my head, assuring me that I was just fine. Then he told me to close my eyes and that was a great relief, bring all that sharp focus from my eyes to the only other sense receiving input - my ears.

"You are going deeper," he said. "Very calm, very relaxed, knowing only the sound of my voice." I felt as though I was riding that sound, that it moved me along like wind in a sail. "Down, down, deeper, where nothing matters except my voice. You have no thoughts now, your mind is empty." It was. I could only listen to what he said, like the connection to my own brain had been severed.

"You feel a touch on your cheek." I was in such a high state of suggestibility now that I absolutely felt it! I gasped at how amazingly real it was. As if instead of my skin picking up the touch and sending the electrical signals to my brain, his voice had spoken directly to those neurons and ordered those same signals to fire. There was no difference in what I experienced. I felt a touch.

"Sssh," he calmed me. "Everything is all right. Just relax, easy... feel my touch." The memory path that he had activated took over and I felt a soft caress and I leaned into it, rubbing my cheek against this invisible hand and feeling chills rush over my skin.

"Do you want to feel me inside of your body?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered, feeling very small and meek.

"Who am I?" he asked questioned.

"You are Daddy," I answered automatically. We had talked about this many times. He was older, he took care of me like a daughter. He guided me and taught me things.

"Yes," he breathed. I loved the lilt of affirmation in his tone when I answered correctly. I had rarely earned his disapproval because it could make me cry.

"Are you mine?"

"Yes, Sir, I am."

"Then tell me what you want to feel from me."

"I want to feel you inside of me."

"Doing what?" he demanded, making me think of words that my good little girl mind didn't want to use.

I stammered at first. "F... fu... fucking me," I whimper/whispered.


I repeated myself.

"Yes," another pleased sigh that made my heart leap.

"You can feel the head of my cock pressing against you now," he directed.

I could feel it. My pussy throbbed just like it would if a hard dick was opening the lips, preparing to thrust inside. I wanted it.

"The ache is stronger now," he said, "You ache for me. You ache so much that you would do anything to have me enter you."

"Yesss," a small almost inaudible hiss. "Please..."


I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my throat, the craving honestly caused me pain. My whole body needed to feel him inside me right now.

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