Hypnosis that went not like as aspected

I have always had an interest in hypnosis, and always been tempted to learn how to hypnotize others, especially women. Okay, so I have a few fantasies about hypnotizing women and making them into my sex toys. That doesn’t make me a bad guy, just a little bit kinky. Besides, I have always been too shy to actually act on those fantasies. But when I got onto the internet, I found so many stories that fit my fantasies and took them even further, I was in heaven!

Of course there were other kinds of stories, ones I didn’t like at all, with women as the hypnotist, controlling guys and turning the men into slaves. The idea of women being in control did nothing for me and it really kind of freaked me out.

Unfortunately, many of the Male Dominant stories seemed to be written by well-meaning but not so well educated authors, because the grammar and spelling were often so terrible that the meaning of the stories were lost. So finally I decided to try it myself, instead of just complaining. I began writing stories, living out my fantasies in print on the internet that I was far too shy to ever make into reality.

To my surprise, most people liked my stories and gave me rave reviews, along with constantly asking when my next story would come out. At the same time that my stories were growing in popularity, my actual job was being downsized, leaving me with lots of time and no income. I began a job search, but I knew the job market was bad and finding anything close to my last salary was unlikely, and so I made other plans at the same time.

In my brief time on the internet I had seen, and even joined a few, adult websites. But there weren’t very many sites yet for this hypnosis fetish, so I thought I could get in early and make a killing by charging for access to read my stories. I even picked up the notion of adding some photos of women in with the stories to help the reader visualize what was happening. There were plenty of sites with photos of women in bondage, submissive postures, and generally humiliating situations, which were perfect for my stories. So I contacted some of these sites and managed to make deals for use of some of the pictures in my stories, and I managed to figure out how to buy a domain name and a hosting company, everything I needed really. Well, almost everything, as I still didn’t know how to design a website and I had no real idea of how to do billing, or advertise and market my site. I knew I could mention it in the places I normally posted my stories, but that would only reach so many people, and my posts would soon be buried under dozens of other posts.

So I began doing some research, looking for similar sites, or advice groups for pay sites or anything that might help, while I continued to write new stories in preparation for my site going live. I had posted questions in various forums, hoping to be directed to tutorials, or classes, or anything that would help me get my site completed. I found what I needed, but not quite the way I had intended. I got an email from someone calling themselves hottesthypnotist@hottesthypnotist.com saying that they could help me with my website for a very reasonable fee and they would teach me how to do the work myself as we went along.

I was given instructions on installing a popular instant messaging program, how to create an account and contact this “hottest-hypnotist” so that we could discuss the details. I followed the instructions and got myself signed onto the program with my new account name “hypnotic-male-dom” even though I had never actually dominated or hypnotized anyone before. But I thought with my new site I needed to put on a certain sort of persona so I decided to play the guy in my stories. I tracked down “hottest-hypnotist” and sent a message.

Hypnotic-male-dom: Hi, this is the owner of hypnoticmaledom.com, you sent me an email about helping me with my site?

Hottest-Hypnotist: Oh, hello there! Glad you were able to follow My instructions properly and find your way to Me.

The phrasing and capitalization seemed odd to me, but before I could ponder it for long, a photo appeared alongside the chat window of a beautiful blonde woman with brilliant blue eyes, holding her hand up dramatically before her eyes as if casting a spell. She was wearing an eye-popping outfit, a tight black and red corset, a tight black leather skirt and thigh high black leather boots. Over this she wore a long, black cloak, giving her a magical, mysterious sort of feel. I was fascinated by the photo so I did not immediately realize I had a new message in my window.

Hottest-Hypnotist: I thought you might like to see who you’re talking to. Are you still there dear?

Hypnotic-male-dom: Oh, uh, yes I’m here, sorry about that. I was just distracted by your photo. Is that really you?

Hottest-Hypnotist: Yes, it is. Is that so hard to believe?

Hypnotic-male-dom: Well, I actually had assumed you were a man. So it was a bit of a shock to learn that you are not only a woman, but a gorgeous woman.

Hottest-Hypnotist: Oh dear, I thought you might have been to My site already, to see My design skills, if nothing else. If you had been to My website you would have seen many more wonderful photos of Me, many of them even sexier than this one. This is just the photo I normally use for My promotional posters.

Hypnotic-male-dom: I guess I should have thought of that, visiting your site before we chatted. I’m really making a mess of things so far, outside of my writing. That’s the only part that I am really good at. Have you read my stories?

Hottest-Hypnotist: Yes, you are a very good writer. Now why don’t you open my website off to the side of the chat window. That way you can go visit the different areas as I mention them. I thought using My site as a reference point for your site would work best.

Hypnotic-male-dom: Okay, sure, I’ll open it right now. I hope we get to stop by those other sexy photos of you while we’re there.

I then opened my browser to her website and let it begin to load before going back to the chat window and arranging both programs so they were side by side.

Hypnotic-male-dom: Okay, your site is loading now, and I have them next to each other so I can chat and see your site too.

Hottest-Hypnotist: Very good! Now My site has some animated graphics and some audio clips on various pages, along with My lovely photos, so it may take a few moments to fully load. Oh, I should introduce Myself properly while we wait for it. I always go by My stage name, which is Mistress Victoria. I hope you don’t mind, but I really must maintain My public persona, My aura of power and mystery.

Hypnotic-male-dom: Oh, well, sure, I guess I understand. Besides, with the help you’re offering at such a reasonable price, calling you mistress Victoria is the least I can do.

Hottest-Hypnotist: Mistress Victoria, if you please, with the capitalization.

I was about to ask why she was insistent upon the capital letters when her site finally loaded, and I was instantly distracted by the first page. A much larger, clearer photo of her in the same amazing outfit, staring directly into the camera with a very commanding look on her face from the depths of her hooded cloak. As I found myself drawn into her beautiful blue eyes, which seemed to almost glow within the darkness of the hood, her voice began to speak and I was stunned at how sensual, how seductive it sounded.

“Welcome to my world, my pet. Look into my eyes and feel yourself falling for me. My eyes instantly hypnotize you, leaving you feeling relaxed and peaceful. Click my boots to enter my realm upon your knees.”

I sat trying to make sense of it, thoroughly enchanted by her eyes and her voice, but less than thrilled at the dominant tone she seemed to take in the recording. I then noticed the chat window flashing, notifying me of a new message from Mistress Victoria so I pulled my gaze reluctantly away from her eyes.

Hottest-Hypnotist: Please respond to me dear, you must maintain a proper level of politeness if we are to work together.

Hypnotic-male-dom: Yes Mistress Victoria. I’m sorry for my delayed response but your website loaded just then and I’m afraid I got distracted by that.

Hottest-Hypnotist: Oh, well that’s a sweet compliment then dear, knowing that My voice and My eyes proved so very fascinating that you forgot what you were doing. Tell me, have you clicked upon My boots yet? The rest of My site is even more enchanting and you simply MUST see it all. Do that now please.

Hypnotic-male-dom: Oh, uh, yes Mistress Victoria, certainly. I will go to the next page now.

Apparently the long loading time allowed the entire site to download because each page after that loaded almost immediately, despite having more audio and some having animations as well. And each page grew more and more distracting, more and more hypnotic. With each page I found it harder to look away, to look over to the chat window, and when I did manage to look to the chat window, all I seemed to manage was to answer her most recent question with “Yes Mistress Victoria”. She was kind enough to only ask questions to which yes was the proper answer. As each page grew more hypnotic, it also grew more dominant, more commanding, causing me to feel more submissive, more docile, feeling that were very new and confusing to me.

Then, when I seemed to finally reach a point where I couldn’t look away any longer, though I knew she may have asked me a question in the chat window, and I had no idea how long I sat staring blankly at the animation of her beautiful glowing pendant and listening to her soft, sweet voice commanding me to sleep and surrender, a small window popped up on top of her site. Strangely, it had two yes buttons, and above those, one question: “Are you prepared to surrender yourself to Mistress Victoria’s will?” I sat staring at it for a moment, my befuddled mind trying to determine what it meant, before I realized that, as with all previous questions, the answer was always yes, and so I clicked the closest yes button.

A new page began to load immediately, and her voice began to come out of my speakers, but this time was different, this time she was speaking to me live. On the screen, I was bombarded by images of Mistress in different poses and clothing, but always looking down at the camera, clearly showing that my place was beneath her. Intermixed with these were various other photos, all showing women in dominant positions, men in submissive postures, sometimes even in bondage. I think there were words flashing upon the screen, around the edges, but I was so focused upon the rapid series of images that I never could be sure the words existed. All the while, my Mistress spoke to me, instructed me, commanded me, trained me to think and believe properly.

She told me that she was horrified upon seeing my stories, and had decided to take corrective action and to set my mind upon the proper path. She complimented me on my writing skills, but was disappointed I had so badly misused them to depict women being humiliated and debased. But she had a wonderful idea of how I might make up for my mistakes. First, I would study and learn from her how to be the perfect slave, she would take me on as Her boy. Secondly, I would begin writing stories showing things as they should correctly be, women in control and men reveling in their submissive lives. She was right about everything, I saw that once she explained it to me.

I did use the original domain that I bought, but not as originally intended. Under Mistress Victoria’s guidance, I changed my stories, so that they always began with men in control, but somehow the women always came out on top. The men in my stories had large egos, but were never as intelligent as the women, and so they were always being outsmarted, and tricked. Mistress Victoria taught me how to make very subtle animations for insertion onto my pages that would help my readers see how accurate my stories were, help them to accept the new ideas my stories conveyed. She even recorded some special audio clips for me and helped me to embed those on my site so they would begin to play when my readers got to certain points in the story. They began so low in volume that you couldn’t quite be sure you had heard anything, but as the story went on her words became more and more clear. And as the stories ended, my readers were shown a link to click, sending them on to Mistress Victoria’s site so that they might learn more about a truly superior woman. Of course, my readers also learned to never reveal the true ending of my stories, so that to the outside world it appeared to still be a male dominant website. Only those thoroughly exposed to Mistress Victoria’s irresistible programming would learn the truth.

I also was allowed to open a second site, constructed by me, under the guidance of Mistress Victoria, which was openly focused upon Female Supremacy. I did interviews with Mistress Victoria and other dominant women whom she suggested, I wrote articles about how to be a better submissive or slave, the proper etiquette of approaching and serving a superior woman and many other similar topics. I made sure there were no connections between the two sites, but I needed this second site so that I might proclaim my love and worship of Mistress Victoria to the world.

Mistress Victoria has allowed me to write this story, to reveal the actual tale of my conversion, but on one condition. She helped me to insert those same commands and programming on this very page. If you are reading this story, then it is too late to go back. You came here expecting a tale of men in control, but now you, like me, find that thought distasteful, even disgusting. You may not have noticed it, but you now find the idea of a beautiful, hypnotic, dominant woman owning you, controlling you, to be the most erotic of ideas. Do not resist, it’s too late now anyway. Just give in to these feelings and click the link below. Give yourself to Mistress Victoria.