Dark Whispers Ch. 01

John was sitting at his desk, staring at his computer screen with a frown. He was on a deadline, but this data didn't make sense. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair—not for the first since he started working. By now, his hair was messy, practically standing up. He brushed his hair back down with a hand and refocused on his work.

He was so absorbed in it that he didn't notice someone was behind him until he felt arms wrapping around his neck. He jumped and turned around, smiling when he saw who was there.

"You scared me, babe! How long were you there?"

His wife was standing behind him, wearing only a mischievous smile.

"I just got here, and thought you could use some relaxation and a nice massage. Judging from your ruffled hair, I'd say I was right."

Well-acquainted with his habits, she knew his tendency to run his hair back with his hands when stressed. She'd joke that the best indication of how stressful a day he had was how messy his hair was.

"I'd love that! You're the best!"

"I know," she winked.

John didn't give himself another chance to think about it. Five minutes later, the married couple was in the bedroom, John face-down on the king-size bed as Katie straddled him, hands gently gliding across his back.

After massaging his back for a while, Katie had him roll over to work on his front, running her hands up and down in a slow motion on his chest, as she straddled his waist. Before she continued, she couldn't help but admire his attractive male features.

Mmm... His strong chest looks so yummy...

That sudden thought caused her to marvel at the degree to which she had changed. With hypnosis, he'd turned her from extremely gay to being a strictly-dickly straight girl in love with a man. There's no doubt about it. She'd changed—body, mind, and soul.

It didn't happen all at once, of course. First, there was just a craving for his cock. But over time, she'd also become highly attracted to his body.

His hot, masculine body, and his thick, long—

She barely stopped herself from drooling, realizing she was getting distracted. She needed to stay focused if she wanted to hypnotize him.

She cleared her mind and continued.

John was in heaven from Katie's expert massage. He hoped she would do that more often.

"You know what would help you relax even more?" Katie said softly. "Taking some nice, deep breaths. Inhaling through your nose, holding, and exhaling through your mouth. Try that for me."

"Sure."

For such a simple exercise, it felt surprisingly good, John thought. Relaxing. Calming.

Katie continued gently rubbing his chest, her expert fingers dancing up and down, tracing small patterns, softly pressing on the tensest muscles.

"It's relaxing. Isn't it? Now, the next time you exhale, I want you to allow every part of your entire body to relax completely. As if all of your tension leaves along with that breath."

It was so relaxing, it was as if he could physically feel the tension leaving him.

"So relaxing..." he mumbled.

His eyes were half-lidded, as if he was about to fall asleep at any minute.

"That's right. You're so relaxed. And you relax more with each breath you take, along with the relaxation you feel from my massage. And I know that you can feel tension leaving you each time you exhale."

She was absolutely right. He'd never felt so relaxed before.

"When the body relaxes, so does the mind. And that's why your mind is so relaxed right now. I know you can even feel it."

It was true. Just as she said that, he immediately felt something different in his head, a feeling completely novel to him. A slight tingle, of sorts. Just barely there, but there was no mistaking that it was there.

Part of him vaguely noticed that he didn't feel the tingle until the moment she said he did. He didn't know why that was, but he was too relaxed to care.

"You're doing great. Just keep breathing like you are. You have no worries at all. There is nothing you need to do but breathe and relax, and follow everything I say."

The tingling seemed to become stronger, more tangible, but not unpleasantly so. His mind drifted more and more as this strange feeling grew. And as it grew, so did his desire to just follow her words, not having to think or make any decisions.

Eventually, she paused her rubbing and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Despite being so relaxed and seemingly zoned out, his response was immediate this time, as if by reflex.

"Relaxed. Heavy. Full. Empty. Tingly."

Katie grinned excitedly. It worked! He's in trance!

Of course it worked, the darkness whispered imperiously.

And Katie couldn't help but get turned on by how trancey his voice sounded, with his eyes glazed, his mind empty. It was as if he was paradoxically both focused and unfocused.

"That means you're in trance. And being in trance means you're always honest and obedient to me. Doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"And in trance, my words have ultimate power over you. Because they're inside your mind right now. That's how listening works, after all. You hear my words, and they flow into your mind. And with them flow the power of my words. Right?"

"Yes."

"You want me to be happy, and you always want to make me happy."

She knows that her overly simplistic logic might not work in a normal state of mind, but it does in trance.

And she's going to thoroughly take advantage of that.

Force him to admit his rape, the darkness suggested.

No. It wasn't rape; he hypnotized me with love! she thought back, smiling dreamily.

"How did you feel about hypnotizing me?"

He started shaking.

Shit! He's about to come out of trance. She needed to do something, and fast!

"Stop! Relax! Ignore that question."

He instantly relaxed.

Phew. Obviously she needed to be careful and work around the fact that he hypnotized her. If she mentioned it explicitly, he'd wake, and that would be bad!

"I want you to visualize a massive calendar opened to the date we first had sex. On it, you can see notes made with temporary marker about all of the emotions you had for that day. Tell me when you're done visualizing it."

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember and process it, but in the abstract. Not reliving the emotions, but indexing them.

"Done," he finally said.

"Great! Now, there is a section that includes all of your feelings of guilt that day. You don't know which memories they're associated with. You just see the scribbles that represent them. Now, I want you to imagine an eraser and erase that whole section for that day. Nothing with guilt remaining."

He frowned as his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Can't," he said.

She sighed. She somewhat expected this.

"Why can't you?"

No response. Interesting.

She'd have to move on and get back to it later. It was time to work on his corruption.

"Do you want to have sex with women other than me?"

"No," he responded immediately, almost before she had finished her question.

Aww, that's cute... He's so singularly devoted to me.

But she was just as devoted to him.

"You don't have to worry about my feelings. In fact, it'd make me happy if you wanted to, because I'd love to watch you with women, as long as I'm always your Number One."

It was easy to exploit the fact that he wanted her to be happy.

"I enjoyed being turned straight. Did you enjoy making me straight?"

"Yes."

Fuck. It was making her even hornier just remembering it. And with her dark side influencing her now, there was no holding the fantasy back; she no longer felt guilt or reluctance to embrace it.

"I was a lesbian, and I'm happy you turned me straight and impregnated me. It would make me happy if you turned other lesbians straight and bred them, because other lesbians deserve happiness. Don't they?"

"Yes."

"That means you want to turn lesbians straight. Right?"

The slight pause made her palms turn moist. But finally, trance logic won out.

"Yes."

At this point, it took everything she had not to start rubbing herself. But she had to continue. This was important.

"You want to impregnate lesbians."

She was soaking wet by now, and trying to keep calm was a losing battle. She couldn't help but rub herself.

"You're going to introduce lesbians to the superior pleasure that only cock can bring."

She let out an involuntary moan. She couldn't remember being so turned on.

"You're going to show them why girls were made for cock."

She moaned again, rubbing faster. We'll show them, John! Girls were made for cock, and especially your cock!

"You're going to knock them up, their bellies swelling. And they'll love it!"

As soon as she said that, Katie became completely lost in pleasure, her twisted mind filled with fantasies of lesbians with pregnancy bumps.

The once-man-hating lesbians surround John, begging for his cock as he rams his thick, manly cock into a new girl that Katie just finished luring and hypnotizing for him. He grunts loudly as he cums into her fertile womb, her pussy spasming on his cock. He rolls over and meets Katie's lips in a passionate kiss. 'I fucking love you, baby,' he says. 'I love you even more, my virile hubby,' she responds.

She notices his cock getting hard again. It's Katie's turn. Now that she'd recovered from the first baby, it was time for John to give her a second one. She straddles him, ready to take his cock in her fertile pussy. She slams down on his cock and—

"Yes, yes, yes!" She exploded in orgasm atop him back in the present, collapsing on John's chest. It took a while for her mind to clear, at which point she realized...

Oh, fuck! I need to finish the trance before he wakes up!

She sat back up and shot a quick look at John, and sighed in relief to see he was still in trance. By now, she was mostly finished. All that she needed to do now was wrap it up.

"John. Any time I tell you 'sink deep for me' you'll fall back into a trance, deeper each time, obeying everything I say."

She thought for a moment to review everything, making sure she left nothing out.

Lesbians... impregnation... trigger... All there.

"When I wake you up, you will feel refreshed, but not remember anything that happened during trance. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Great. Now, wake up!"

John opened his eyes as he sat up, stretching his arms "Wow, I feel great! I must have dozed off. Thanks, sweetie."

"Anything for you," Katie smiled.

She was excited. She couldn't wait to start corrupting lesbians.

And she knew exactly who their first victim would be.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I highly welcome feedback and constructive criticism, whether or not you liked the story. The more feedback I get, the more I can improve as a writer.

Fun fact: The original story was 2,000 words. But then an editor pointed out an issue I needed to address. My solution to that gave me an idea that ended up expanding the story from 2,000 words to over 72,000 words!

Hypnosis 101: I decided to nerd out a bit and talk about the real hypnosis elements used in the story. I had to shorten them and make them more sexy, but there are real elements, and I'll explain them here.

In this chapter, Katie uses what's called a relaxation induction on John. There are various types of relaxation inductions—progressive muscle relaxation, for example—but this one is called a breathing induction.

Breathing inductions are extremely easy to do. It involves the subject taking slow, deep breaths as the hypnotist suggests relaxation—the body's natural response to that kind of breathing.

Katie engages John's imagination as well, suggesting that tension leaves him along with his exhaled breaths. After that, linking his physical relaxation to mental implications results in him feeling one of the many possible indicators of being in hypnosis.

The breathing technique Katie has John use is called box breathing: inhaling through the nose for four seconds, holding for four seconds, exhaling through the mouth for four seconds, holding for four seconds, and repeating.

Box breathing is actually a really useful technique beyond hypnosis. It can help you sleep at night, focus on work, get over stress, and so on. Try it!

— Tessa ♥️