hypnosis control

I met Dora one morning in a restaurant. We ended up sitting next to each other at the counter. I tried to engage her with conversation, but at first she seemed reluctant. I even thought that she was looking down at me somehow. She seemed to look at me with cold eyes, almost as if adding things up on a list. Suddenly she smiled and became animated, interested in what I did, who I was, etc. One thing led to another and we ended up in bed at my place.
She moved herself in within days. It seemed fast to me, but I wasn't complaining. The sex was hot and heavy. She was a gorgeous woman, tall and voluptuous, totally irresistible. She was demanding in bed, keeping me working to satisfy her. Somehow, I felt like I was never quite in control when she was around.
She would always require to be satisfied sexually before I got my pleasure. I loved touching her and didn't mind doing things her way. One day, she asked me if I had ever done any hypnosis. I said no. She informed me that she was working on some undergraduate studies relating to deep hypnosis. Since I had just lost my job, she knew that I was hard up for money. The study was looking for subjects to participate in the study and it paid fairly well.
I wondered what I was getting into, but she reassured me. All that was involved for me was to listen to a cd once a day at the same time. She added that I would first drink a relaxing tea Which would help me get into trance. Later I might be asked to listen to it twice a day. The cd would be updated every week. I had to keep a journal while I listened to it, which is what you are reading right now.
I began listening to the cd at ten pm at night. It seemed effective to me, as I always fell asleep while listening to it and woke up when it was done. Every night was the same thing, although it felt like I went deeper somehow as the nights went on. I continued listening to it every night, not quite sure what it was all about.
After about three weeks, I began thinking about masturbating. I rarely masturbated and it was not something I normally thought about. I had fair success with the ladies and rarely needed to resort to using my hand. But it seemed as if my every thought was beginning to turn to a wild fantasy, spurring me to want to wack off. It had started happening occasionally at first, fantasies popping into my mind, almost unbidden. But eventually, one fantasy caught my mind, turning me on tremendously, giving me a boner on the spot and I ran to my bedroom and I jerked off. I kept delaying the orgasm, rolling the fantasy over and over in my mind.
Eventually I exploded like never before. I found myself thinking how fun it had been, how pleasurable my hand had felt, how it knew exactly what made me feel good like no one else. The whole incident left me wanting more and I began masturbating regularly seeking more and more powerful fantasies. My fantasies seemed to take on a life of their own and roamed all over the place, looking at all sorts of depraved ideas. Some didn't do anything for me, but others did...a lot!
I began feeling different, like masturbating was changing me. It felt like I was becoming less worthy of women for some reason because I masturbated so frequently. I knew that if I met up with one of my old girlfriends, I would have some trouble keeping an erection, because I was always masturbating so much. It made it hard to get any hopes up for sex with other women than Dora, despite that my fantasies were filled with the wildest sex imaginable.

With every passing night, I felt less worthy and found myself more aroused by it. It somehow thrilled me to feel like a pathetic and worthless compulsive masturbator. I began having dreams about my girlfriend. But in the dream Dora was my mistress and she was training me to be totally under her control. She was the one making me feel aroused by being less worthy. She had wanted to control me from the very beginning. She had tricked me into listening to the CD, fully aware that it would gradually turn me into an obsessive masturbator...and that was arousing too. The dream-Dora tied me up and connected electrical wires to my cock. Then she taunted me until I got a hardon. She placed her pussy right over my rigid cock, rubbing her nether lips on my penis head. Despite my bizarre situation, being tortured in a dream, I was terribly aroused and could thinking of nothing but my cock plunging into her pussy. Then, as she slammed her pussy down on me, she threw the switch and a powerful jolt of electricity went through my cock, causing it to lose its erection instantly as the pain overwhelmed me.
She laughed at my reaction to the massive shock, taunting me with names, like weakling, wet noodle, and the like. I felt terribly embarrassed which aroused me. I felt so helpless. Then she started again arousing me and then as her pussy slid down on me, she hit me with another jolt. When was this dream going to end? But it went on and on, feeling like an entire week of heavy training had gone on before it finally ended. When I finally woke in the morning, I felt like I would never be able to fuck a woman normally ever again. The thought of being shocked like that was unbearable, dream or no dream.
Every night, my dream-mistress Dora repeated the training, all the while introducing new concepts. She began telling me that her control was spreading into the real world, when I was awake. Soon, I would be utterly unable to fuck a woman, no matter my arousal or personal desires. But she wanted to express her control over me in a new way. She wanted me to become erect after listening to the cd at ten pm. My erection would remain rigid and I would be unable to orgasm until I fell asleep.
She told me she knew I would fight it, but that I was weak and would eventually lose. The proof would be my rigid erection when alone at night and a wet noodle when I tried to fuck any and every woman. I was scared. I knew her constant training was having an effect. Every night, I spent a week in a sexual torture camp, being subjected to pain/pleasure cycles, powerfully reinforcing her commands and locking them into my subconscious. No matter what my conscious mind might want, I feared my subconscious would force the commands upon me, rather than receive more torture.
Finally one night, the real Dora consented to me fucking her after a long eat out session with her pussy. All through the sex session, despite my incredible nervousness, I had been totally rigid, unable to lose my erection. But as soon as she brought her pussy down on my rigid penis, it deflated instantly, dropping down into a tiny soft noodle. I felt totally defeated. My subconscious was imposing its control. I could no longer fuck women in real life. I was pathetic. What type of man couldn't fuck a gorgeous woman like Dora? She broke out laughing, flicking the soft thing with her fingernail and looking down at me while shaking her head. I knew her dream training had worked.
I ran to my room in embarrassment, knowing that the dream Dora had finally succeeded.
This implied that her other commands would also take effect. It was already ten pm and after the relaxing tea, I lay down to listen to the cd. Thirty minutes later, I woke up, finding myself naked and totally rigid. I felt a heavy embarrassment flowing through me, mixed with a liberal dose of arousal at being so out of control.
I knew that the core of all this was those cds that Dora had me listening to. They were making the dreams happen. But I could no longer object to listening the cds. I had signed a six month agreement and I had received payment. I had to continue. I really didn't know if I could stop myself anyway.
I finally fell asleep, but did not manage to escape Dora's clutches, finding myself in another dream. She was applying special creams to my penis skin, making it terribly sensitive. I could only watch as she spread it all over. It didn't take long, making my skin begin to itch slightly. Then I began feeling the entire surface of my penis increase in sensitivity until I could feel the slightest breeze blowing on it. It was very disturbing as it felt so good and I found it difficult to keep my mind off of it.
When I woke the next morning, the dreams had had an effect. I was highly conscious of absolutely everything that my penis was feeling, every single minute. I knew how it moved, how it was resting, where cloth was rubbing against it, on an on the feelings went. It also felt quite good and made me crave to touch it directly to satisfy my constantly building lustful urges. I knew what Dora was doing. She was making me become obsessed with my penis. I was sure her goal was to turn me into a compulsive masturbator.
When we were at home, she teased me constantly. She required me to wear thin see through shorts, which would always reveal what level of hardness my penis was at. She could always gauge my level of response to her teasing and adjusted it accordingly. But she never put out.
"What would be the point. Your penis would flop down into the softest noodle possible. it's pathetic. You can't fuck a woman no matter what you say or want...and a man who can't fuck a woman is a pathetic loser."
I wanted to scream that her CDs were the cause of this, not me, but I couldn't say a word about it. Her words were twisting me out, making me feel so terribly pathetic, like a lowly nerd who played with himself constantly, but couldn't get the nerve up to talk with women. I felt desperate and ashamed and the worst thing was that these feelings just kept turning me on more and more. My penis gave a jump in my shorts and Dora laughed.
"Look at that. It's pathetic. You're getting aroused thinking about how much of a loser you are. Well, let me tell you a little bit of info, now that your training is well and truly underway. I belong to a group whose goal is to destroy men just like you, by using their own sex drive against them. I chose you because it seemed to be so easy to do. You're smart and I knew that you would go far in business and might even end up in politics. But we are going to put an end to that, by twisting your sex drive until you are a complete masturbating pervert."
I tried to say something, but I felt so embarrassed and humiliated that I couldn't seem to find any words. But Dora wasn't finished with her games.
"Now that the CD has you hooked, I'm going to get you to start on a pill regimen. Don't worry, it's all natural, just like your tea, which you are addicted to by now. It is chock full of natural estrogens and growth hormone. For the past weeks, it's been slowly changing your body, weakening it, growing your nipples and breasts as well as your hips. No matter what you want, if you keep drinking that tea, your body will take on a very feminine shape. This will further embarrass you, as you only have to stop drinking it to stop these dramatic changes to your body. But you won't stop, because you can't. Your will is already too low for you to fight these imposed urges. The pills are actually testosterone, quite a bit of it. They will have the effect of keeping you highly aroused and your penis will constantly be popping boners. Hard, long lasting boners. As well, the testosterone will begin to do away with your balls, sperm production will vanish. Then, because there's so much of it, it will flip into oestrogen in your fat cells and help your developing breasts grow even bigger."
I was dumbfounded. She couldn't seriously expect me to agree to all this. She handed me the large bottles of pills, which I accepted.
"Take 5 of them right now." she commanded and I instantly obeyed her.
Only after dry swallowing all five did I regain control of my actions. My damn subconscious was at work again. I had to stop listening to that CD.
"Now I want you to take two of them with your tea. Take three more in the morning when you wake up. There's enough pills to last you six months. You have enough tea for the same period of time. The CD is yours and now all you have to do is stop yourself from listening to it. If you don't, you will become the true masturbating pervert that we always knew you could be."
Suddenly she stood up, looking down at me with disdain.
"The CD contains all commands required to fully turn you into a sissy masturbator. By the end of the six months, your mind will take over and continue developing your perversion. Now that my work is done here, I am leaving. I found another victim a week ago and have him eating out of my hand. This work is so easy and so rewarding. Come see me at this address in six months if you want more tea and pills."
She picked up her bag and left without another word.

I felt like I had been played like a pathetic loser. But if she was gone, then so was her hold on me. I would free myself of this insane compulsion. But that night, right at ten, I drank my tea, took my pills and put the CD on and fell asleep. I woke with a monster hardon Like always, proof of her control over me. my nipples throbbed and ached. Now that I knew she had been drugging me, it explained why they had felt so swollen and sore.
Examining them, I could see that they had already changed. They were quite puffy and I could hardly bear to touch them. There was a bit of a lump right under each nipple, feeling for all the world like a nub of a breast. Mistress Dora had planned it all. But they were still small, not too noticeable. But I knew that the changes would speed up with each passing day. I felt like such a fool for drinking the tea again. I had to stop.
But even as I thought that, my penis throbbed heavily, drawing my attention. I looked at it, as if for the first time. It seemed different somehow. I couldn't quite explain it. But it looked almost beautiful. The way the shaft stood out so proudly...and the head, so purple and shiny, swollen so big...The veins all over the shaft pulsed as I looked at them, unable to take my gaze from my beautiful penis.
My hand reached out all by itself and began stroking the shaft gently and lightly. It was the lightest of strokes, teasing me tremendously. It felt so good and made me so horny. I continued stroking it slowly, teasing it endlessly, lost in a sea of pleasure. My eyes were glued to it, taking in the beautiful sight.
I stopped for a moment and looked at the time. Almost 4 hours had passed by. I looked back down, already aching to touch it again. It had felt so good, so good. I felt a thrill of worry as I realized how much I already craved to play with my penis. It was starting to take over my thoughts. I had to get control over myself.
I fell asleep, trying to figure out how to get myself of this trap.
I woke up with a large erection. My hand was already on it and had likely been playing with it even before I woke up. I got up and took my three pills before I forgot. Then, After I had swallowed them, I realized what I had just done. It was incredible. I was just doing these things, without any volition of my own. My body just did it and I had to go along for the ride. My penis hardened at the thought that this might become a permanent situation for me.
She was totally twisting my sexuality. The problem was that it all felt so good, so arousing and I felt so horny from those pills. My penis had been hard all morning and was clamouring for attention. My hand had snaked out to it and was already teasing it. I had trouble looking away. The penis looked so beautiful. It felt so good. My hand felt so good when I touched it. I looked up and knew I had lost another two hours, just jerking off mindlessly. This was wasting all my time. I couldn't just jerk the beautiful penis, I had to figure out how to get back to normal, to not crave touching the penis all the time.
But I did. I had to admit it to myself, feeling increasingly afraid and out of control. Mistress Dora had done a thorough job. My thoughts were so wrapped up around my beautiful penis. I could hardly understand how come I had not always felt like this about the penis.
I was so lucky to have it, really. Being given something which could feel so good was a true gift. I could not ignore it. It was there to give pleasure and it wanted to do it. I wanted it to do it. I had trouble seeing what the problem was. I came back to my senses, realizing what my beautiful penis had almost succeeded in doing.
I knew that I couldn't simply ignore these urges to masturbate. it felt too good. I decided to restrict myself to a specific regimen of masturbation in order to retain some type of control. I felt that 4 times a day ought to be enough. I had enough money from my six month hypnotic contract to last me in the apartment for six months. So I didn't have to go out much, which was good, as I was finding myself playing with myself so often. My trained mind began to lose its edge as my only thoughts turned around my beautiful penis.
This was the problem. I could hardly think about anything else. Every day, I kept drinking the damn tea, now twice a day, listening to the CD twice a day and masturbating four times a day. In between I satisfied my cravings for pleasure by beginning to play with my increasingly sensitive and large nipples. Whatever was in that tea, since I had begun drinking it twice a day, I had felt my nipples and breasts grow with a vengeance. My nipples especially.
They were growing bigger day by day. Bigger and darker. The small buds underneath them had begun growing and thickening as well, raising the nipples higher and higher on my chest. My hips had also widened, sufficiently for it to make it harder for my pants to fit.
When I played with my nipples, the sensations went straight to my cock and hardened it without my ever touching it. So that was how I got around that stupid masturbation restriction. The days began to pass faster, as my activities simplified to jerking off endlessly and venturing out for the least amount of time to buy food.
Finally the day came when I had to admit that my masturbation regimen wasn't working. I had to adjust it to 8 times a day. I knew I was falling in love with my beautiful penis. It satisfied my every urge. It was always there. It always, unfailingly gave me pleasure. I no longer had many orgasms, just a strong pulsing inside. My balls had shrunk to half their size, leaving my scrotum mostly empty. I felt so embarrassed by that emptiness, particularly since I had all my genital hair removed by laser, a permanent process.
It made my genitals so obvious to anyone who looked. The hair would never grow back. My genitals would always look that way. My beautiful penis throbbed heavily at the thought and my hand reached out and began loving it. I accepted being turned into a compulsive masturbator now.
I could not fight the feelings of love in myself any more. No matter how it had happened, I had fallen in love with Penis. He was always there for me, whenever I ever had the least craving for him.