About me
I'm interested in exploring the fetish aspects of hypnotism and subliminals.
Contact Information
City
Danville
State/Province
PA
Country
USA
Hypnosis
Hypnotic Preference
Subject
Professionally Certified
No
Years as a Subject
1
Favorite Hypnotist
Kali Bliss
Favorite HypnoFantasy
Don't know...haven't found one yet that's been able (I always remember, I never forget, I've done them at work, while driving, while doing homework, etc.) to put me into a trance effective enough to do what the hypnosis is supposed to do. I've done several induction files for weeks on end and still haven't dropped deeply enough to "feel" what the hypnotist is trying to get me to feel. I'm hoping this will change. ;-)
Fetish's I Enjoy
BDSM
Yes
Mind Control
Yes
Diapers
No
Feminization
No
Masculinization
No
Furry
No
Dollification
No
Robotization
No
Other
Feet, asses, tease-and-denial, underarms, hairy women (underarms especially), natural women (real breasts please), strap-ons, body modification (larger penis, constant cum production, etc.).
Favorite Fetish Scene
I'm in a bedroom, blindfolded. It's my birthday and my Mistress says that she's got a surprise. I'm naked and masturbating my nine-inch cock, constantly on the edge, leaking precum, but can't go over (she's put a trigger on me that keeps me hard, keeps me producing cum, keeps me on the edge, but won't let me over without her command). I hear my Mistress open the door, and I hear her greet six women; the women don't say anything, but I hear them coming over to the bed. I hear low whispering coming from all around, but not enough to get an idea of who's in the room. Hands touch me all over, which makes me more excited. My Mistress tells the women that they're going to be giving me a birthday spanking, but first they're going to play a game. She has them remove their underwear, then she has each one straddle me, their wet pussies on my chest, then take their underwear and press it to my face. My job, my Mistress says, is to smell and lick the panties, then do the same with each pussy, and then I will have to match up each pair of underwear with each woman, including my Mistress.
My chest is wet and cold after each woman gets off and presses her pussy into my face, which I sniff and lick with lust, causing a gasp or quick intake of breath, in some, a moan in others. All of them are unshaven, which is going to be difficult. The shapes of their pussies, larger lips, swollen clit, their smell and taste, I try to commit to memory.
After my Mistress, who was last, climbed off, she slapped my hands away and grabbed my penis and used it as a leash to pull me into the next room. She places me in a corner on my knees while she goes back to the women. I can hear low whispers and what sounds like a pen on paper. I can smell wine and cheese, and something else I can't recognize, something woody. I can hear paper being torn up, the women obviously drawing lots on something, and a whispered "Woo hoo!". Occasionally, one or more of the women come over and rub my penis, which is still hard, or rub my back and ass. One of them licks her finger at one point and sticks a finger in my ass, soliciting a moan from me. At which point, my Mistress says it's time to start the game.
The panties are lined up on the floor, 1-7, all I have to do is smell and lick a panty, then smell and lick a pussy and try to identify which pair of underwear belongs with which woman.
I smell and lick the first, then go to the first woman. Not right...go to the second woman...doesn't seem right...third...I think that's it, but I can't tell because the woody smell is also there...I sit in front of her. My Mistress says, "Is that your final answer?" I point with my nose to the woman's pussy. My Mistress says, "Wrong...five seconds please!" at which point the reason for the woody smell is evident as seven freshly cut switches swish down, catching me on my back, my ass, my shoulders. For five seconds, they quickly lash my body, then stop. My Mistress says, "Try again."
I'm shaking as I go back to the underwear. I start with another one, one that I think I remember. I crawl back over, smell and taste, and eventually point to one woman's pussy. "Is this your final answer?" I steel myself for what's to come, but she says, "Very good. Six more to go.
Sixteen more times I endured the switches. The worst was when the ends curls around my legs and caught me in the balls, which caused my body to arc, allowing the women access to my belly and chest. When I was finally done, my Mistress gave me a drink of wine, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "It's now time for your birthday spanking." I must have hesitated or something because the next thing I knew I'd been slapped down to the floor. With my head swimming, she grabbed my hair and said in a voice just loud enough for me to hear, "Don't embarrass me or you'll be sorry!"
I was placed over the first woman's lap with my cock in between her legs. I heard her write something quickly, to which my Mistress said, "Of course you can beat him more if he leaks on you. He can't have an accident, of course." The woman adjusted her position (which squeezed my cock unmercifully), then , a hairbrush. I hissed out, "One!" "Two!"...When I got to "Forty!" I thought I had made it, until one, especially hard smack, ripped into my ass. "...and one to grow on!" said my Mistress.
What followed after the brush was a small paddle over another woman's lap, a ruler over another woman's lap, a leather paddle that started over a woman's lap, but ended with me bent over a chair because she couldn't get a good enough swing, a wooden paddle, a small cat, a long cat, and finally ending up with my Mistress and her cane.
All this time, my cock had been jumping every time one of the women hit me, apparently sending drops of precum oozing to the floor, and every time I screamed, a small spurt was sure to follow, which amused the women.
When the caning was almost over, my Mistress said, "Up, boy." This didn't mean for me to get up, she wanted an erection, which came back almost immediately, despite the beating she was applying to my ass. When she sent the last "to grow on" shot (the pain of which practically radiated out from my ass to all of my body), she let me rest a moment, then said, "Stand!"
I staggered to my feet and stood with my hands on top of my head, and my cock rigid in front of me. My Mistress said, "Milked," and I could "feel" a finger on my prostate, and my cock started to leak like a faucet had been turned on. Someone wrote something, and my Mistress said, "Oh, yeah...he's got a LOT more!"
I felt hands touch me all over, including my cock and balls, whispered Happy Birthdays from all around me as they touched me, then every woman kissed me on the cheek or the lips while they touched my body which was practically vibrating from the different sensations from the pleasure of their touch to my cock, to the pain when someone touched or grabbed my ass. I was fed cake while standing that way, women touching my body, fluid leaking from my cock, was given some wine with cum in it.
I thought I was in heaven until my Mistress said, "Sure, go ahead, I'm sure he won't mind. Wait a moment." She walked up, touched my shoulder, and said, "Milking stopped." My cock stopped dripping. She slowly squeezed out everything that was left, wiped it off with a warm washcloth and dried me off gently with a towel. She touched my shoulder again and said, "Just let the pressure build, get to the edge and stay there, no leaking, and no cumming until I say." I was puzzled, because she always said that she liked to have me dripping with desire for her dripping pussy. I was trying to figure it out when I, all of a sudden, felt a pussy wrapped around my cock, and a woman, who had bent over in front of me, rocking back and forth. "Help her!" said my Mistress. I reached down, grasped her hips, and thrusted as she rocketed towards orgasm, which she did with hard breath, but she never made another noise. When she slid off, I felt warm water and soap on my cock, then a towel gently drying me off, and another woman took her place.
This went on for a long time: a woman would back onto me (or I would be guided to where she was kneeling) and I would thrust her to orgasm. Some of the women would moan, my Mistress would scream, but I never could figure out who the women were. Each time one would pull off, I would be washed, dried, and the next woman would take her place, and I rode the edge of an orgasm that had no release.
Eventually, I was placed on the ground where one woman would ride my cock, another would ride my face, and there would very often be one sitting on my chest, her wet pussy grinding out another orgasm, or riding my smooth legs (Mistress used hypnotism to make all of my hair below my neck to fall out), or my hands, pinning me to the floor, which only made them more excited, pushing my abused ass into the floor.
I licked their pussies and asses, they rode my face, hands, legs, chest, and cock to orgasm over and over again, my body was wet and sticky with their cum. Finally, it was over. All of the women were breathing hard on the ground around me, when someone kneeled next to me and stood my cock straight into the air. "Are you ready? Do you really want to do this?" To which the woman holding my cock apparently nodded. I felt other women sliding up next to my body, their hands touching everywhere, my cock throbbing in the air, waiting for the command.
