TLDR at bottom.

A friend gave me your number, telling me that you are the best massage therapist they've ever seen. I could definitely use a good massage with all the stress I've been under, so I reach out.

I arrive at your place where you lead me to a spare bedroom that's set up as a massage room. You don't have a massage table, just the bed, but that's that's with me. You prompt me to sit on the edge of the bed, and you pull up a chair to face me, a little uncomfortably close.

"Close your eyes" you say. I do. You take my hand, and start to gently massage it. "I like to start each session with meditation to put your mind in the right state. I want you to listen to my words. Take deep breaths. Breathe in ... Breathe out... Focus on my words. Breathe in. As you listen and breathe - breathe out - you find reality falling away - breathe in - you sink into the bed - breathe out" you put your hand on the back of my head and guide me to lay on the bed. "Breathe in - as you fall deeper and deeper - breathe out - nothing exists except my voice - breathe in - deeper and deeper - breathe out - only I exist - breathe in - and I am reality - breathe out - you will continue to breathe… deep breaths. In and out. Focusing on my voice. Holding onto the reality of my voice. Deeper than you've ever been. You are here for a massage. It will be an amazing massage. The best you've ever received.” You kiss my forehead. “But you won't really remember the massage. Only that it was amazing. You fell asleep right when the massage started. You will wake up right at the end. But when you wake up you will feel amazing. The best massage you've ever had. Did you dream during your massage? Maybe. The dream started with a kiss. You are asleep now. This is all a dream. There is a voice in your dream. My voice. My voice is reality. My voice is truth. My voice makes you happy. In this dream world, my voice is God. You want to please God. You will do as God commands. Obeying God is all you live for. I am God. You will obey me. But in this dream world my commands are like sand in your fingers. You will hear my commands, you will obey my commands, but you will immediately forget they were ever my commands. They are not my commands, they are your thoughts. Your instincts. Your impulses. Your dreams. You are lost. Listless. Floating in a void. You need direction. Any direction. Be patient. Your direction will come. Over the next 90 minutes I will guide your dream. You will awaken from your dream as your massage comes to an end and I wake you up. Everything you experience until then is a dream. A dream where you don't speak, you only listen. Now open your eyes. Follow me. I have laundry that needs folding.”

I slowly come to consciousness face down on your spare bed, naked except for a sheet draped across my back side. You are sitting beside me, gently massaging my hand. You smile at me as I look at you.

“How do you feel?” you ask.

I do a quick inventory of myself. I feel great. I'm a little embarrassed that I apparently fell asleep, though. Shit, I don't even remember taking off my clothes. This stress must really have gotten to be. “I feel amazing” I say. “Sorry I dozed off on you.”

“No worries, it happens all the time. Glad I could help. When do you want to schedule our next appointment?”

As you lead me to the front door, the place looks a little different than it did before. More tidy? And… were your nails painted that color earlier? Fuck I need a vacation.

As I walk to my car, I can't help but notice how horny I am. A woman's hands all over your body for 90 minutes will do that I guess. I just can't get this image out of my head. Me kneeling before you, you sitting in a chair, your legs spread, you push my head in-between your legs. I can practically taste your pussy.

Over the next two weeks I constantly fantasize about eating your pussy, worshiping your body, and … weirdly … cleaning your house. I don't know why I can't get you out of my head. Oh well. I'm definitely looking forward to my massage today. I won't let on that I'm thinking of you that way. But maybe I'll fall asleep again and get to dream.

TLDR: I book a professional massage with you at your house. You hypnotize me under the pretense of meditation. I wake up at the end of the massage, thinking I was asleep the whole time. Only you will ever know what happened while I was asleep.

Notes: 37/m. Can do this at your place or at a hotel room. I don't care if you have massage or hypnotism skills or experience - this is roleplay more than anything. But hey, if you really hypnotize me, great.

I do want this to be as realistic as possible. So tell me you are a professional massage therapist, even if you aren't. Tell me what a massage costs. Have a room reasonably set up for a massage. Book a time slot with me, and keep the massage session to our agreed upon time. Go through the motions of hypnosis even if you aren't any good at it. Wake me up from my “dream” by laying me back on the bed and pretending you are finishing up the massage.

But, I don't care what you do / have me do while I'm “asleep”. You could just leave me to lay there by myself for an hour and a half. Or you could actually give me a massage. Or have me give you a massage. Or have me paint your nails or do your laundry. Or a million other things - whatever your heart desires. If you are unsure if it's ok, feel free to ask before we meet - but I'd prefer to not know going in. It helps me keep that headspace of “that was all just a dream” which is fun.

I don't care your age or what you look like - you're just a massage therapist. I do prefer a woman for this fantasy, though not entirely against doing this with a guy - I am bi. Reach out if that sounds like fun - my schedule is pretty flexible in general, and especially flexible between Wednesday and Sunday this week. Would love for this to be a recurring thing if it goes well.