My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now dancing inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose … and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing almost irresistibly tempting offer: let you make me come, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were not only a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five in a couple of years time and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked I into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That’s when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours,!who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let me talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra’s. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you was hypnotizing me! But by then I was at a disadvantage. I do not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. “That’s it Chris! You’re going to cum … so good. You’re going to let me make you cum. Don’t fight it, Chris! Poor, sleepy baby. You know you want to cum … so bad. Cum for ME Sweetie. Cum and sleep. Cum … to sleep. Cum … to sleep. Cum, Chris!”

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of me had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; come dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, she encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy, Chris. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now my baby can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep, Chris. Sleep for me.” As the light of consciousness faded, the last word the I heard were, “Goodnight … baby.”

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Hey, so I’m looking to play out something similar to the above scenario, where I get hypnotised by my therapist into accepting her as my new gentle dom/mommydom..

I’m looking for a detailed writer who is interested in exploring the post-hypnosis story almost as much (if not more so) than the hypnosis part itself.

I have some ideas as to where this could go (I love the idea of her wanting me to get her pregnant) but would love to hear any ideas you have.

I’m open to most kinks, unless they’re limits listed below, so please let me know if there’s anything specific you want to include. For myself the only things I really want in are mommydom-related (praise, affection, teasing, orgasm control etc), and pregnancy/lactation.

My limits are violence/gore, animals, bathroom stuff, humiliation, chastity and cuckolding.

If you’re interested, send me a chat or DM and we can discuss characters or flesh out any aspects of the story you’d like to discuss.