Henry Submits

Henry had always been up for trying new things, things he didn’t expect other people to understand, so when a close friend had shown him a new hypnosis site he had scrolled down the list to find something new and exciting. Something daring. He finally settled on a piece which made him do anything in an email entitled “THIS IS YOUR NEW HYPNOFILE”. For him it was a program that made him have to but his trust in the other members of this website.

After listening to the file a few times he had posted his email address on the hypnosis forum, then he just played the waiting game. The more Henry waited the more excited he became, he was wishing for feminisation or some kinky email that made him cum without the need to touch himself. He was up for anything the dirtier the email the more of a kick Henry would get. It was almost as if he had a deep seated desire to be a submissive, to be dominated beyond recognition. The thought of having to obey someone’s every command was enough to make him hard, he wasn’t sure whether it was because he was obeying someone else’s every command that turned him on or whether it was being out of control but he hoped that these emails would give him some idea.

Days passed and each day he would grow more anxious at the sight of his empty inbox. Did no-one trust him to fulfil their desire? Henry couldn’t help but feel that the trust he had laid in the hypnosis site had been betrayed, why had no-one answered his message?

Almost a week had passed and Henry was on the verge of giving up. There was no point waiting forever for someone to answer his call and at day 6 he was sure no-one would. He sat down at his messy desk and logged on to his email account. The spam and junk mail flew out at him like a bad dream; everything in capitals trying to seduce him in to buying cheap merchandise or quick fixes. Henry felt his heart sink and went about deleting all of the junk.
“Junk...junk...junk...junk...ju..”
His hand trembled inches above his mouse, someone had replied to him. He’d waited almost a week for a reply and now, there in his inbox the email waited for him. For a moment he could barely comprehend what he was reading, but this was it. It was finally time.

“THIS IS YOUR NEW HYPNOFILE”

Henry gazed at the screen, a mixture of pure excitement and surprise plastered on his face. He couldn’t believe it, after all this time someone had actually replied. He went to click on the email but instead took his hand off the mouse and started to think about the possible complications that could arise after opening this email. He was sure that it would work seeing as even though no-one had replied to his message he kept repeatedly listening to the program. However, now that an email was staring him in the face, Henry was having second thoughts; what if someone was trying to sabotage him? Or put something in the email that he didn’t want to do, like tell his mother his deepest darkest secret? On the other hand what if it was something exciting and sexual? Something that he had always wanted to do or try out or feel? His heart pumped hard against his chest and the anticipation started to arouse him. Should he try it and see how it goes or chicken out never know what was in that email? Without a second thought his hand flew to the mouse and he clicked the message open, he had never chickened out of trying anything in his life and he was not about to start now.

The email read:
For the next three hours you will become a woman, you will talk like a woman, act like a woman, think like a woman and feel like a woman. You will only do this in a private space and not in public. You must forget your real name until the end of these three hours. Your new name is Gabriella. You can feel your breasts growing and filling out, they’re large and perky. You can feel your cock shrink inside of you to reveal a hot deep pussy, you can feel yourself become wet and horny. Over the next three hours you will feel the need to play with your breasts and pussy. After you have returned to your male form you will email me with what you did to yourself, then delete the email and lie down on your bed, your hands firmly tightened around your cock and you will only wake up when you are moments from orgasming.

Henry re-awakened lying on his bed, sweaty and covered in his own sticky cum. His mind whirring over the last few hours. He could remember every last second of it. The way he rubbed his breasts and the way he felt like a woman. He felt alive. Henry rushed over to his computer and checked his outbox messages. Sure enough he had sent an email back entailing all of his experiences. As Henry read over his email he could feel his cock slowly start to ebb and grow, he was so turned on and it was all thanks to a stranger and a little bit of hypnosis. There was nothing he could do now but wait for his next email, it was like a drug and he was there waiting for his next hit.

Until then he would have to make do with his right hand and the outbox message. Each time he read over his experience he could picture it more and more, he was almost re-living the message all over again. He could imagine the touch of his breasts against his hands and the way his pussy became warm and pulsed at his touch. Each time he would cum harder and each day he would peruse his inbox for another exciting adventure.

Over the next few weeks Henry was made to do all sorts of new and exciting things. He was given numerous tasks to do and was implanted with so many triggers that he couldn’t keep track. He liked it best when he woke up knowing that he had been triggered, but not knowing the consequences of the email until he was triggered by an implanted suggestion within his everyday life. The excitement of being forced to do something in front of or even with his friends was almost too much to bare and the biggest thrill Henry had ever experienced.