Door-to-Door Hypnosis

This story owes a debt to JukeBoxEMSCA, and I'd like to take a moment to thank them for their work and for their inspiration. Any similarity between their work and mine should be taken as imitation (aka the highest form of flattery).

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It had a been another long day. Another day of rising early, bleary-eyed and tired, to get to the station to sit on a rocking train wishing he was still in bed, nodding off as the track rolled by. Another day of calls and reports and queries at work, of feeling that it was easier just to sit at his desk at lunchtime and eat his sandwiches there rather than take a walk. Another long train ride back home from London, dozing off sleepily in the carriage.

Paul had arrived at his home station to find a light drizzle of rain falling. He's walked home as quickly as he could, hoping it wouldn't get any worse and relieved to find it hadn't. He'd slipped out of his coat and shoes and slumped down on the couch, vowing just to catch a couple of minutes of rest before sorting out his food.

When the doorbell rang Paul's eyes flew open. Pulling himself out of his chair he saw on the clock that a few minutes had become twenty, and he felt groggy and muddle-headed. Who the hell was knocking on his door at this time of night?

He opened the door to find a wet and bedraggled young woman in blouse and skirt almost pressed up against it. She almost fell into him as he yanked the door open crossly before pushing one hand out against his chest and catching herself. Over his shoulder he saw the rain was hissing down more firmly now, bouncing up off the pavement. She had light red hair plastered to her head and startling bright blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, pulling her hand back. "I was just trying to catch a bit of shelter..."

"Yeah, uh, no worries," Paul replied. "Uh...what do you want?"

"I'm from HypnoCo and we're doing some door-to-door hypnosis in your area," she said brightly. "My name is Lisa and I'm your registered hypnotician for this area! What's your name?" She held up a business card with a complicated looking logo on it Paul's eyes automatically looked down at it.

"Paul. Um, what? Did you say door-to-door hypnosis?" Paul wondered if he was still asleep and having a particularly odd dream. He looked at the logo, some sort of complicated Celtic knot design, and his eyes began to trace the pattern.

"Yes, and as it's so wet and raining so hard out here would you mind if I came inside to talk about it some more with you? Thank you." She stepped smartly towards him and Paul found himself backing up politely to make room.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea...I'm kind of busy tonight..." he replied, a little feebly.

Lisa just kept moving forward and to prevent her from crashing into him he was forced to give ground and back up into the living room. "Now, you see, I can identify one way in which we can help you already. You're clearly tired, confused and in need of some help with your confidence." Now there was enough space she moved neatly around him and sat on the sofa, legs primly tucked up underneath her. "HypnoCo runs all kinds of courses, and I bet I could help you within a single session. I mean, look, already you've let me into your house and I've been leading the conversation since we met, with my voice just running and talking over yours without a pause or a break. I can see on your face you're finding it hard to keep up, and after a long day at work I'm sure you're tired and could do with a bit of a break rather than hearing me go on. But despite that, you're not able to ask me to leave, and in fact you're letting me hold eye contact with you whilst I talk and tell you how easy it would be to let me keep going. Why don't you sit her next to me and I'll drop you some more information?"

Paul felt totally lost now. This woman had just marched in and sat on his sofa before he'd had a chance to say anything, and now his head throbbed trying to follow her long sentences. Feeling as though he was missing something important, he shut the front door and crossed the room to sit next to this strange, forceful woman, still holding the business card. The pattern on it still drew his attention, and he thought he could see words hidden within it.

"That's it, Paul, see how easy it is just to follow my suggestions?" She flashed him a warm smile and leant forwards, getting uncomfortably close. Her wet blouse was clinging to her chest and proving quite distracting as it showed the smooth curve of her breasts underneath. "You'll find the more you listen to me the easier it gets, too, and that's exactly what I'm talking about. I'm here to make sure your life gets easier and simpler, and the best way I know of that is helping you to let go of some of the things that are making your life so difficult right now so you can concentrate on the most important things. Take another look at that card, for instance."

Paul, who had been trying to avoid staring down her top and trying to find room on the sofa that was slightly further away from her without forcing him to fall off the edge of it, glanced down at the logo again.

"Closer, see how the words are hidden inside?" He bent his head down, feeling the weight of it on his chest. Bringing the card closer to his face, he peered intently at the logo and the loops and whirls that made it up.

"Now, Paul, you'll see the logo has lots of little details. Keep looking for long enough and you'll start to make them out. Just trace along the lines with your eyes, that's the best way to see. Focus all your attention on the card – we've been very clever in designing it." Lisa's voice was now much less bright and perky, instead dropping to a lower tone and slowing down. Paul's head seemed heavier and heavier as he stared into the logo. The rest of the room almost faded away as he concentrated on looking along the line of the knot. Nothing remained other than the symbol and Lisa's voice.

"Keep looking at the card, Paul, and keep listening to me. It's important that you do what I tell you because I'm going to take everything that isn't important away from you now. It would be good not to have to worry about anything, wouldn't it?"

She wanted him to make some kind of response, Paul realised. The symbol was so intricate, though, drawing his eyes along it. Up, and along, and across, and down, and back round again...Lisa had gone silent, and Paul felt as though he should say something to fill the gap.

"Uh, yes," he murmured.

"Very good, Paul," she breathed quietly into his ear. Paul felt an uncommon rush of pleasure at being told he was doing it right. "Look at the symbol, see it, stare into it, see how the more you look the more detail it reveals, the deeper into it you see the more is revealed. Feel yourself dropping into the symbol, taking away everything else from the world other than it's loops and patterns and the sound of my voice." Paul's eyes were fixed on the symbol now, his breathing shallow and slow.

Lisa's hands began to gently stroke along his head, tracing away tension and pressure as she continued to speak into his ear. "The symbol is growing larger in your eyes now," she husked into his ear, "It's expanding to take your whole field of vision as you drop, drop, drop down into it, revealing more and more detail as it expands past you. All you can see are the loops and patterns, all you can hear is my voice, all you can feel is the gentle touch of my hands taking all your worries and cares away, taking your will and thoughts away, leaving behind only pleasure and obedience. My touch is pleasure, isn't it?"

Paul, barely breathing, barely blinking, said "...yes..."

Her fingers soothed, stroked, massaged his head. "And you like pleasure, don't you?"

"...yes..."

"Fighting the symbol would mean fighting the pleasure, and the pleasure is all you want, so you mustn't fight the symbol, you must only look, and hear, and feel, and obey, obey...obey..."

"...obey..." Paul's eyes drooped shut. He knew there was something badly wrong, somewhere in a distant part of his mind, but it was so hard to think with the hands running through his hair and the symbol all around him, drawing his eyes ever further down.

Lisa's hands dropped from Paul's head as she shifted closer to him. Reaching around, she began to unbutton his shirt. "Your will is not important. Your choice is not important. Only pleasure is important."

"...pleasure..." Paul repeated back dully.

The shirt came away from his chest and Lisa ran her hands down it, slowly, teasingly. "Feel my hands on you, Paul, feel the pleasure. You want to feel the pleasure, don't you? The pleasure is good, and comes from obeying. Obey for pleasure, Paul, drop deep and feel only pleasure and obedience..."

"...obey..."

"You will is gone."

"...will...gone..."

"Your eyes close."

"...eyes...close..." Even with the darkness of closed eyes, Paul could see the symbol all around him, the endless loops and whirls and patterns and loops and patterns and whirls and lines and circles...Lisa was talking, whispering, instructing into his ear but Paul couldn't hear the words. The words were for him but he didn't need to hear them. He only needed to obey them when told, and do as Lisa said. She had taken away all his worries and stresses, and all that was left was her and pleasure and obedience.

"Open your eyes, Paul," he heard, "And raise your head up."

Light came dimly back into his eyes as they widened. Lisa was now straddling him, naked, her full breasts only inches from his face. Her legs pinned his arms and hands to the sofa, and her eyes looked straight into his. Bright blue eyes, captivating and pure. Her arms were either side of his head, hands clasped behind his neck.

"Do you feel any stress, Paul? Any tension, any worry?" she asked, swaying slightly from side to side.

"...no..." he managed in return, lost in the blue. Somehow, the symbol was inside her eyes, turning and looping and circling and...

"Who am I, Paul?" she asked, leaning right forward so her breath blew softly over his face.

"...Lisa..." he returned.

"I am your Mistress, Paul, your Queen, your Goddess...who am I?"

"...Mistress..." How could he have forgotten? His Mistress rode him gently, swaying and rubbing herself against his chest. Her breasts swung underneath his mouth, and he wanted to kiss them, to suck on them and lick them...he was naked himself, he knew...

"Who are you?" she asked, kissing him lightly on his mouth. He struggled for an answer. She was Mistress, but who was he? He had a name, he knew, but it was slipping and sliding away...

"You are a toy, a slave, a mindless servant. Who are you?"

"...toy...slave..." She kissed him again, longer this time, and yet her eyes and the symbol were always there, his mind slipping and dropping and finally descending deeper and deeper.

One of his Mistresses hands slipped from behind his head to between his legs, gripping his cock. He hadn't realised before now, but he was hard, so hard, and he gasped at her touch as the pleasure took him. She wriggled down onto him, took him inside Her and began to ride him in earnest, her slick wetness coating his cock instantly. His breathing began to quicken in response to her movements, and distantly, as if it were happening to someone else, he felt his orgasm begin to build.

"You are mine, toy, your will is mine, your cock is mine, your body is mine...all your life is draining now into your cock and the pleasure it feels, and when you come you will give yourself to me..."

Mistress was panting now, one hand working between her own legs as she pushed down on to him. "You're going to cum in me, toy," she breathed, "You can feel it building, feel my cunt start to contract around your cock, feel the cum rushing out. You want the pleasure of orgasm, you must have it, you must obey your Mistress, you must obey, obey, obey..."

She was riding him into oblivion, he knew. Everything he had, everything that until that day was so important was going to go into her and leave him nothing but a mindless, obedient slave-toy. He knew this. He wanted it. He ached for it. Thrusting back into her, helplessly fucking her back as she rode him, he began to chant softly back to her "...I obey...I obey...I obey..."

"Do you want to cum, toy?"

"...yes...I obey..."

"Do you want to be mine?"

"...yes...I obey..."

"Feel it building within you."

"...yes..."

"Your will has left you."

"...yesssss...yes..."

"Your mind is empty."

"....yesss, yesss, yessssss..."

"Obey your Mistress, cum for me!"

As he exploded inside her, feeling her cunt spasm and contract in return, the toy's head was empty and clear, like the blue sky.

Lisa rode her own orgasm, gasping in joy. Her new toy bucked and pushed underneath her, cumming hard inside her cunt. When the waves subsided, she settled in against his chest and let his arms go free. Her mouth was now resting on his shoulder, right up to his ear.

"Now, toy," she whispered quietly. "Listen to your Mistress, and obey."

"I obey," came the mindless response.

"Here are your instructions..."