The Power of Words on a Mind


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

Desc: Mind Control Sex Story: Hypnosis isn't real, is it? Hot little story about the power of words and belief.

"I wouldn't really call it hypnosis," I told her as she sat next to me examining the books placed on my coffee table. Those of course were carefully arranged there before my date by me. Just a natural conversation starter for when I got her back to my place.

Lydia and I had gone out on three dates so far. This was the first time I managed to persuade her to come back to my place for some wine. She was dressed up as usual, nice short purple dress that accentuated her curves. I like woman who don't look like boys. Flared hips, nice bust, and long locks always got my blood flowing. Lydia had a tendency to over do it a bit with her makeup, which was a bit of an annoyance, as a little war paint was fine for me, but one of my best attributes was my ability to kiss. Kissing a girl who has spent a lot of time getting her make up done just right is not really possible. The whole smearage thing. So with Lydia, through the nights during our dates, I had to satisfy myself with light pecks on her lips so as not to ruin her lipstick and foundation. This seriously hampered me.

I topped off her glass as she waited for an explanation. She had picked up one of the books when I had gone to get the wine and when I had returned, she had asked me if I was a hypnotist. There was a gleam in her eyes that I picked up on as I smiled and explained, "I prefer to do what are called 'trance states'."

"Oh?" she asked.

I nodded and drank some of my wine. She had snuggled in next to me, her warm body rubbing against my rough wool suit. Everything seemed ordinary except the subject matter.

"Trance is not mind control. It's more like breaking down barriers, kind of like clarifying things."

Her eyes said she was intrigued. Her purple nails, to match her dress, ran over the rim of her wine glass.

"So what happens when you do this trance?"

"What do you mean?" I verbally jousted.

"Well ... what do you make the woman do?"

I smiled and just looked at her for a few moments and took a sip of my wine.

"I don't make her do anything. I just ... well ... I open her up to different experiences, more intense experiences."

"Really now?"

I had played this conversation over and over again with my other dates. Lydia was so far sticking to the script. I noticed how her strappy heel was dangling from her foot. It was very enticing.

"Well, I'll give you an example. Let's say I trace my finger over your body..." This gave me the perfect opportunity to touch her, so I took my finger and started with her arm and slowly dragged it up to her shoulder and then down her chest.

She looked at me with an unreadable expression.

"Now in a trance, you would know that my finger was touching you, stroking you, getting more and more intimate." My voice was measured, methodical and at this point very calming. Lydia took it in. Her breathing was calm. Her tongue licked her lips. Beneath her dress, as I passed by her nipples, I saw them rise through the silky material.

"In a trance like state, you would be open to a suggestion, like say, my finger was unusually warm, almost hot and where ever I touched you, you felt that warmth, and the trail of my finger left a slow warm trail over your skin."

"Mmm hmmmm." She said.

My finger continued it's randomly chosen trail over her body. My voice was still smooth and calm. I had quickly built up a cadence to my voice, one of trusted authority. I repeated my suggestion about how hot my finger was, and her eyes locked onto mine.

"Do you feel it?" I asked. "Do you feel my warm finger and the trail it's leaving all over your body?"

She gulped and almost dreamily nodded.

"Tell me," I asked. "Tell me yes or no. My warm, no hot finger. It's leaving a warm trail all over your body. Your soft beautiful, sexy body. You feel it, yes?"

"Y-y-yes..." she sighed.

I smiled back at her. She was a little unsure of herself, so I had to make her safe and comfortable.

"Lydia, you are safe. I'm just showing you how pleasant a trance state is. You will not allow me or yourself to do anything you do not want. I'm making you feel good, that's all. You like me touching you with my warm finger, don't you?"

"Yes," she said.

"It feels good?"

"Yes," she again replied.

"That warm trail. You feel it?"


"Now I want you to imagine that warmth now traveling all over your body. It's wrapping itself around you, in warmth and love and goodness. All over your body. First your chest. Then your stomach. Now it's growing upwards and enveloping your beautiful breasts. You have very beautiful breasts, Lydia. You must be so proud of them!"

"Yes," she said with a little more urgency.

"It's getting warm down below now. Your bum and your crotch are wrapped in the warmth. Now your thighs. Now your feet. You're warm all over and feels so good, doesn't it, Lydia?"

She was squirming now. "Yes! Oh yes!"

I looked deep into her eyes. My entire body and mind thought only one thing, and that was how wonderful and beautiful and sexy she was. I kept my mind positive with thoughts, sending to her only positive good thoughts. Our faces can be read by others. The difference between a sexy man and a creepy man lies not just in the face and it's subtle expressions, but with the intent behind that face. Woman for a good reason can read the face and deep down, know the intent behind the face. A creepy man can talk to a woman and she refuses him because behind that face and practiced smile, his thoughts are negative, selfish, and devious. A sexy man can have that same smile, yet behind his face his thoughts are caring, giving, and sexual.

With my thoughts sending to her I spoke clearly, "You want to return your good feelings to me Lydia. You are warm and feel good all over. Show me how you feel. Let go and show me what I have awakened!"

Lydia grabbed me and kissed me. Make up be damned! She inhaled me and rubbed her hands all over me. I was no fool. I returned her advances myself.

"Everywhere my hands touch, the warmth in your body will turn into a tingle. A naughty tingle! You know what I mean?"

She smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"I'm going to touch you here!" I took my hand and dramatically rose over her body and rested it onto her shoulder and neck.

"Feel that tingle? It's such a naughty tingle!"

"Yes!" she sighed. He hands flopped on my body. Her mind knew not what they were doing.

"The tingle is growing Lydia! It feels so good! You so want the tingle to visit other parts of your body!"

I took my hand and she watched me as I hovered over her chest. I waited for a sign and when she jutted her chest out for me to touch her breasts I lowered it down.

"There Lydia! On your beautiful luscious breasts! Oh now they tingle and it feels so good! Tell me how they feel Lydia! Tell me!"

She threw her head back. "Oh Desmond! They tingle! It feels so good!"

"It's such a naughty tingle isn't it?"

"Yes!" she sighed and her hands found my pants and my hardened cock.

"You're so warm all over and now you tingle don't you! It's such a naughty tingle! It feels so good and you feel so good!"

Her hands were stroking my cock. Those purple claws matched my purple engorged head down there. Her head was rolling around on her swivel for a neck.

"Lydia! Listen to me! You feel so good! You feel the tingle and the warmth and you feel so so good! Now listen to me! You see my hand Lydia! My special hand?"

She focused on my hand for a moment and nodded. She bit down on her upper lip.

"This hand now will put you over the edge, Lydia. My special hand will give you what you wanted. The tingles are building within you, just like the warmth Lydia. It's growing and spreading and it feels so good! It feels so naughty!"

She was squirming now and I knew she was ready!

"My hand Lydia! Focus on my hand! It's special and it has what you want! What you always wanted! What you need! Oh it's going to be so good when it touches you Lydia! So good! So naughty! You want it, Lydia? Do you want my special hand to touch you? Tell me Lydia!"

"Yes! Touch me! I want your special hand! Oh god! I need it!"

"Yes you do Lydia! It's my special hand it wants to touch you! It wants to give you what you need! You are now all tingly and warm aren't you?"

"Yes!" she panted!

"Are you ready for it to touch you?"

"Yes!" she panted.

"It wants to touch you! It wants to give you what you need! It's going to push you over the edge Lydia! It just has to touch you! But where shall it touch you? Where do you need it to touch you Lydia?"

"I..." she stuttered.

"Tell me Lydia! You want it to touch you, but where? Where shall it touch you? Think Lydia! Tell my special hand where to touch you to make you explode!"

"Oh yes! Touch me!"

"Where, Lydia? Where do you want my special hand to touch you? You want to explode! You're ready for it, right Lydia? I don't want you to be disappointed! You have to be ready for my special hand or you will loose this great wonderful feeling!"

"I'm ready!" she said.

"Where do you want my special hand to touch you, Lydia? Choose now! Hurry! You're building up and ready! Hurry Lydia! Cry it out! Tell me!"

Her body tensed up. "My Pussy! Touch my pussy! I need your special hand touching my pussy! Now! Oh god! Now!"

"Are you ready, Lydia! Hurry! I need to make sure! I can't disappoint you! You must be sure! Tell me Lydia!"

She was ready to explode and she screamed it out. "Touch my pussy! I'm ready! Oh god touch it! Touch it now!"

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