Tales of an Unethical Hypnotist Ch. 03

Breaking our kiss only for a second I shifted my right hand behind her head, intertwining my fingers with her hair and pulling ever so slightly, triggering a latent and powerful mammalian trait of female sexual submission in response to being bitten on the back of the neck.

(It's true btw, look it up. Many species of mammal, and more specifically some of our primate cousins, use neck biting to trigger sexual submission.)

Meanwhile, I shifted my left hand up along her jawline and began gently stroking her ear with my thumb.

Completing these two movements simultaneously I noticed as Chani's eyes closed and she took a sharp intake of breath. Taking that as a sign of encouragement I leaned back in and began to kiss her again.

For several heartbeats, Chani's lips remained soft but unresponsive, and I feared that perhaps this wasn't going to work. Soon enough though she began to return my kiss.

Once she began to respond in kind, I slowly began shifting the style of my kissing. Initially long, light and gentle, I started to add just a hint of urgency. As before, after a few moments, she began to match me.

I was in no rush, so I continued this pattern. As Chani would match me, I would then take it one small step forward. Each step added more passion and the passion encouraged me to take it even further. In no time our kisses left father-daughter propriety far behind us as we forged ahead inching ever closer to something which much more resembled two teenagers making out in the backseat of a car.

Keeping one hand on the back of her neck and alternating, my other hand roamed her body. Soon I was caressing her back, hips, stomach, and thighs.

Chani's breathing kept increasing as her own hands started exploring my body as she pulled me even closer to herself. Soon I was no longer in control as she took an equally active role.

Wanting to maintain the upper hand, as it were, I broke off from her lips, tugged her head back by her hair and passionately began kissing, and gently sucking on her neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but based on her reaction it was certainly hard enough for her to enjoy it.

Spending a couple minutes lavishing her neck with love bites and kisses I returned to her lips, this time introducing my tongue into our makeout session. As before she seemed to need a few moments to acclimate, but in no time at all, she joined me and our tongues danced together.

Trying not to be lost entirely to the passion I continued to observe the situation, and soon I noticed the reappearance of Chani's interesting behavior from earlier. She was again thrusting her chest out at me as one of her hands methodically, worked her top up until at last her beautiful and perfectly shaped breasts popped free, her pajama shirt bunched up above them.

She broke our kiss and breathlessly began to plead with me, "Look at my boobs, daddy. Do you like them? Are they pretty?" Leaning back away from me she cupped them with both hands and presented them to me.

"So beautiful, sweetheart. Everything about you, including your boobs, is absolutely beautiful," a stated, being completely sincere.

Chani beamed with pride then suddenly a look of uncertainty and fear came over her face. For the briefest moment, I was terrified that she had come out of it and was back to being her normal self when she again spoke, her voice hopeful and timid, "Will you touch them? Will you kiss them too?"

Suddenly my attention was drawn to the painful throbbing in my pants. I knew I was already hard, but having my incredibly sexy daughter present herself to me like that and ask me to kiss her breasts brought me to a whole new level of turgidity.

"Of course, Chani. I would like nothing more," I said as I guided my daughter into a lying position on her bed and leaning over her began to kiss her tits gently.

She relaxed back on her bed and closed her eyes, lost in the sensations as I started focusing on her nipples, kissing, licking, sucking and gently biting them as my hands again began roaming her body.

For the next several minutes I alternated between making out with Chani and focusing on her tits. She was lost in lust and passion, unable to speak, communicating only through her moans of pleasure. For my part, I was lost in the satisfaction of giving her pleasure. Eventually, a subtle but familiar tang wafted its way into my nostrils, Chani was obviously wet.

The heady musk of her womanhood was inviting, almost too much so. A vision of kissing my way down her abdomen as I tugged her PJs down entered my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.

Things had already gone further than I had anticipated. Too much too fast could bring this whole enterprise of incestuous corruption crashing down around me. I had to be patient. And, considering that I haven't had a makeout session this epic since I was a teenager, I figured we'd reached a good stopping point.

"Chani?" I prompted pulling myself up next to my daughter, level with her eyes.

"Hmm?" She smiled back up at me.

"What do you think of my extra special technique for helping with when you're feeling stressed or sad?" I asked, reminding her of how this all started.

It took her a moment to respond. Her brain was literally sitting in a pool of Dopamine, Serotonin, Oxytocin, and various Endorphins making it very difficult to think at all, let alone respond to questions. "I like it, daddy. A lot!" She paused for a moment then added, somewhat dreamily, "Can we do it some more?"

I smiled back at her, "Not tonight, honey. But remember whenever you are feeling sad or feeling stressed, Daddy will always help you feel better. Right?"

"Uh huh," she replied in the affirmative.

"Let me hear you say it," I once again requested.

She reached up to touch the side of my face, smiled wide and said enthusiastically, "Whenever I am feeling sad or stressed, daddy will help me feel better!" Then she leaned up and kissed me passionately before dropping back down to her pillow.

"Goodnight, Chani," I said.

"Goodnight, D..." Chani started before I once again interrupted her.

"Deep sleep, Chani." At my words, her whole body relaxed, and her eyes drifted closed. "Chani, you will now sleep soundly and deeply through the night having only pleasant dreams. Tomorrow when you awaken it will be 'time to work, Chani' and you will feel wonderful."

I repeated my hypnotic instructions several times before extricating myself from Chani's bed. I, as best as I could, returned her PJs to their normal position, taking a few moments to appreciate those magnificent breasts before covering them up. (Who knows when I'd be able to see them again.) That done I tucked in my beautiful girl, turned out the lights and got myself to bed.

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My wife dragged herself into the bedroom early in the morning after getting home from her double shift. I hated that she had to put herself through that. Once Chani was out of college Marsha could stop working, or at least go part-time. I'm a pretty light sleeper usually, so as expected her return woke me up. I greeted her then headed off to the kitchen for my morning caffeine as my wife showered.

Clean, but too tired to dry her hair, my wife, Marsha, exited the bathroom and shuffled, zombie-like, to bed. I hugged her, wished her sweet dreams and told her that I would see her at dinner. (After a double shift she would typically sleep a good 12 hours getting up just in time for dinner.)

I then showered, dressed and headed into the office for an early start to the workday.

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Work went fine, but to be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about the night before. I was excited, exhilarated even, but also... I was terrified. This wasn't the first time I'd been in this position. As I mentioned, I had been using hypnosis to corrupt women for many years. Well, that makes it sound like more than it's actually been. Yes, I'd been doing it for years, but only to a handful of women.

With each of them, there is a period, in the beginning, when I just don't know how they'll respond. What if they remember? What if they start to notice and put two and two together? Everything has to be perfect, you have to go slow because one misstep and I might find myself in jail.

Last night seemed to go great, but so had the previous hypnosis session with Chani. I honestly had no idea how she was going to respond. Usually, that wouldn't be a big deal. I would just take baby steps and see what worked and what didn't. Last night, however, was no baby step. In fact, that was one giant step, and if I went too far, the best case scenario would be that I had forever destroyed the relationship with my daughter. That was the best case... I didn't want to even think about the worst case.

Unable to concentrate, I packed up a little early so I could be sure to be home when Chain arrived. The change of scenery didn't help though so I found myself sitting in my home office counting the minutes, waiting for Chani to come home.

At first, it was tolerable. But eventually, her usual arrival time came and went. That's when I really started to worry.

What if she remembered? What if, right now she was spilling her guts to a friend... or to the police. The minutes slowly ticked by and with each one the sinking feeling in my stomach grew worse and worse.

Eventually, I noticed that it was time to start dinner. Marsha would be hungry after her double shift and long sleep. I was happy to cook for my wife and if nothing else it would give me something to focus on besides my impending doom.

So I made my way into the kitchen and got to cooking.

About thirty minutes later, nearly three hours later than expected, Chani walked through the front door. She had obviously been crying...

Oh, shit! This was it. I was dead. My whole world was about to come crashing down on top of me. I'll admit it, for a second my thoughts turned to suicide.

I tried to steady myself. I could be wrong. I've got to play it cool. Just in case there was still a chance.

Struggling to keep my voice calm I addressed my daughter, "Chani, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Oh, daddy!" she said, dropping her book bag on the floor and running into my arms. "I asked Jessi to meet me at a coffee shop after school." Tears still ran down Chani's cheeks, but her voice had the quality of someone who was just too tired to cry any more. "I was hoping that if we could just talk we could work through things and be friends again. She agreed and at first things were going well. We both apologized and told each other how much we had missed each other. I was so happy!" She paused and took a step away from me as her gaze dropped to the floor.

"Our conversation was going so well that I really felt connected to Jessi again. I got too comfortable, and I said...some things. I said some things that I should have kept to myself." Chani stared off into the distance, obviously reliving the events in her mind's eye.

"What, sweetheart? What things?" I asked, confusion in my voice.

"I said... I don't know... It's not important. Regardless Jessica got very upset. She just stood up and left. I've ruined our friendship, it's over. I left the coffee shop and intended to walk home, but somehow I ended up at that playground we used to go to. I just sat on the swings for the past couple hours and cried," she finished obviously in emotional shock.

I felt terrible for my little girl, honestly I did, but at that moment I felt so relieved that I had to struggle to keep a smile from forming on my face. It was just high school drama, not criminal charges. I felt light as a feather like a two-ton weight had been lifted off my chest. I pulled Chani back into my arms and hugged her tight. "I'm so sorry, Chani. I really am. What can I do to help?"

Her response caught me off guard. I guess I should have been expecting it, and maybe subconsciously I was, maybe that's why I worded it that way, but consciously I was utterly floored when she answered me.

"Help me feel better, daddy...," she said as she reached up, pulled my face down to meet hers and began kissing me.

I was so caught up in the moment, so happy that I wasn't busted, so incredibly happy that my plan last night had actually worked that I didn't hesitate for a second. I dove into my daughter grief fueling her passion, lust fueling my own. Our mouthes groped, our lips caressed, our tongues danced. I was in heaven. Nothing could make this moment any better.

Or so I thought until my daughter reached down, grabbed the wrist of my left hand which had been holding her hip and pulled it up, guiding it under her shirt and placed it firmly on her right breast as she breathlessly spoke without breaking our kiss, "Touch me!"

I did. I began massaging her breast groping and squeezing. Her own hands were flying over my body feeling, grabbing, pulling me in lustful, passionate desperation.

I was completely lost in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Right up until I hear a loud and angry, "What the FUCK!"

Marsha, my wife, was awake...

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Hey, Hypno Wolf here.

This story includes a fictional portrayal of erotic hypnosis performed by a horrible person in a horrible way. It is FICTION, and I do not condone the acts described in this STORY.

Thanks,

Hypno Wolf