The slave story of hypnosis

 The slave story of hypnosis
I decided to post here the story my slave wrote me after he unloaded my hypnosis.

Of course I don't want to make anyone a chicken because I prefer to use my slaves forever. Also, unlike the woman in the story, I am confident that my hypnosis works, and most importantly, I have many hypnosis victims, but I don't want many of them, I just choose them.

But I think this story shows how powerful the subject of hypnosis is in the BDSM field. The slave story goes like this:


Delivered by hypnosis
hypnosis! It was a very interesting fantasy for him. What would he be like if he allowed himself to be hypnotized by a domineering and possibly sadistic woman? What power does it have? The thought terrified him and excited him enormously. Voluntary surrender and resulting suffering

I'm going to do a full check. A plaything of his sadistic imagination. As long as he liked it—perhaps for hours—there was nothing he could do about it.

It was pure eroticism that made her hot and nervous. He definitely wants to feel it. Pure eroticism. He just had to gain experience!

His hand trembled slightly as he placed the personal ad.

He was looking for a woman with extensive experience in hypnosis. One with a sadistic bent to degrade herself in front of him for his pleasure. His age didn't matter. Only your experience matters. That person seems to have a lot of experience. He had to be able to hypnotize her and give her complete control over his will. In other words, they were actually trying to kick him out!

He wanted to be an animal. stupid animal... Yes, it looks like a chicken. He wanted to be a badass for her. To him, it is sadistic and cruel.

He didn't think she would actually answer, but his hands were shaking as he hit the send button to activate the ad. No response for 5 days. When he checked his inbox again on the sixth day, he was barely nervous. I'm sure no one will contact me again. - he believed.

Then it felt like an electric shock. It says "Respond to Ad".

Read with your heart beating:

“Hi, do you want to be hypnotized with me and be a chick? If you're sure you want to do this, come to me. The address can be found below. Please write when you come. I'll be there.\"

short. Very easy. So directly. He had to read the book five times because he was so overwhelmed at the same time.

He was shaking with emotion as he typed his answer. "Ma'am, I will be with you tomorrow at ten o'clock.

He could no longer write.

It had to be quick. The answer should come immediately. Otherwise, he would not have dared to do this. I couldn't sleep. When he drove to the old farm, he had no idea how he got there. Her excitement and fear took over her almost completely. He stood trembling in front of the front door of a large old house. Should I ring the bell or should I run? But before he could make up his mind, the door opened. In front of him stood a tall and tall woman. He looked down at her. His features were unmistakable and captivated her immediately. "Get in." He simply said, "Sit down," and led her into the large living room. He sat across from her and looked into her eyes.

"I don't think you have any experience with what you're advertising, do you?"

He just shook his head quietly. \"I thought the same too\".

"Before you get your wish, you must first know what it means to be hypnotized by me." You can't just reprogram a person into a normal hypnotic animal. That is, you must give the hypnotized person access to you before your will can be successfully influenced. So if you're not ready, it won't work. I think you know that too. But you wouldn't have expressed your desire in the same way if you hadn't secretly dreamed it was possible. It is not like that?\"

He approached her and looked her straight in the eyes. There was something in his gaze, lurking, looking for something to arouse him. He nodded slowly and continued talking.

“I spent most of my life abroad and learned the art of influencing the will, which allowed me to achieve much more than traditional hypnosis. If you don't allow me to be part of your will, it won't work. But if you will not give up on me and allow me to sink into the depths of your will, I can make a difference there so that you can experience the fulfillment of your dreams. Do you want to feel that!?\"

That horrified expression caught his attention again. And this time he couldn't nod quietly. "So I will use my hypnosis to turn you into a chicken. But remember, from now on you will be able to act like a chicken and follow my commands as long as the hypnosis is in your body." "You." He nodded slowly and gave it to her, and she continued.

“But I will allow you to come out of hypnosis because I cannot hypnotize you unless you allow me to enter your will without fear. If you want me to stop hypnotizing you, choose the signal you want to give me. what the... For example, certain words or "finger tapping".

He seemed to be in a trance. Almost everyone there wanted to get rid of the fact that he was a chicken. But something shocked him. Something that makes you feel what it's like to be a badass. "Snap your fingers!" He spoke quietly.

- That's great! – he said with a firm voice. - Then let's start.

He got up and brought a tray full of scraps and containers. He immediately sat down again in front of her. Suddenly he seemed to be in a hurry. Or did it just seem that way? Anyway, all he knew was that he was under anesthesia.

It will happen now. exorbitant. What did he long for? A harsh ruler. A humiliation that is indescribably deep and at the same time sweet as honey. She let him do it, stroking his fingers until he was done.

"Are you really going to stop when I give you the signal?" The cold fear returned to him.

"Yes, I will," she replied with a sweet, enigmatic smile. I promise"

He couldn't stop now. He gave himself to her. He had to do what he had to do. Chicken, stupid chicken... When he heard her say, "...now I am the owner and you are my cub," he thought he had woken up from an endlessly long and unrealistic dream.

As her vision began to clear, she smiled sweetly and said, "Honey, come and pick up all the crumbs on the floor." I'd love to hear how much joy it brings you. I want to hear your joy. Now, rooster, keep going and don't stop, okay!?\"

There was doubt and excitement in his eyes. At first he didn't seem to hear her at all. His eyes were staring into space. But he got up from his chair. At first he hesitated, as if he didn't know what to do. But he deliberately dropped to his knees, put his lips to the little beak, slowly put his hands behind his back, and bent to the ground like a chicken carefully holding its wings, hesitated at first, but at last began . He shook himself more and more and picked up small crumbs from the ground. As he said of himself at the end of the hypnosis, his master is no longer the same! He clapped his hands and shouted for joy.

"Oh, you really are a chicken!"

He ran to the door and said, “Sister, come here. "It's a success," he shouted. I have chickens!''

The nurse came in and exclaimed, “No, he's so cute. I didn't know he was so cute."

"And I." His new owner happily responded.

"I've wanted this for a long time. A young man who wants to be my child. By the end of the hypnosis, I was afraid it wouldn't work at all. I have never hypnotized a person into an animal. I've always dreamed of it. But I didn't think it would work so well. Now I have a chicken, a real chicken. It's very delicious!' It was clear from his voice that his dream had just come true.

But her sister said, “What if he doesn't want to be your kid anymore? Then I had to look and hope again. And you know how many years it took me to find it.”

But his master remained cheerful, and replied, "But see how wonderful it is that he has been bitten, and how happy he is to hear it." Kip and I wouldn't take it again! His voice contained decisive content. His sister paused for a moment.

"You said you agreed with him about the cue to stop the hypnosis." What if he gave you that signal earlier?

But his master answered impatiently, “Look at that person. "If that person is not happy even if they become my chick, can that person really be a cute chick?"

Then suddenly his master changed and suddenly an amazing devilish smile appeared on his face. He added in the cool tone of an uncompromising leader. “We never know if it's going to be my hen or not. I told him. Now he can act like a chicken and a chicken. And chickens don't have fingers to break!

It hit him like a club. His voice faded. Embarrassed, he dropped his head and an arm at the same time, fixating on the stiff, motionless hand that hung in the air like a foreign body before his eyes. His mouth fell open as if he was silently shouting. But all this happened only in the brief and fleeting moments of the last uprising. Hypnosis took its toll and eventually overwhelmed him. Her face contorted with passion for a moment, but it was over and she pursed her lips in submission. And the cute chick gently put its wings on its back and obediently lowered its beak to the ground. His voice seemed offended for a moment, but then he became as fearless as before, and the Master clapped his hands in joy again and shouted in joy.

Now he removed his thick felt slippers from his bare feet, pointed a moment with his finger, and gave a quick command. Everything in him wanted to jump and run, get away as fast as his legs could carry him. But this quiet battle going on inside him was hidden from outsiders. Now he squeaks, pecks and fearlessly approaches his master's feet until he nibbles gently on his toes.

Her master was very pleased with this and looked triumphantly at her sister. "So you think he still doesn't like being my sweet baby?"

He sighed, leaned back and spoke softly to her. “That's great, son. You seem to have filled me with endless love and gratitude. I really wanted you to be as happy as my child. There's probably no better way to check that."

He patted him on the head. "You can thank me for this love every day. Yes son, I kept my promise and now you are a chicken. But not as much as you might initially think, it only takes a few hours. No, your dream really came true. Now you can be a chicken forever. And make a promise to yourself: you will be a chicken too. Until the end of life!''

And he spoke his last words again, with a firm voice and an irreversible spark in his words. Did he know the pain she was going through, even though her sweet words promised otherwise? Everyone there screamed in despair. His heart fluttered against the bars of the cruel cage in which he was trapped. But all she noticed was his happy twitch and the soft, gentle twitch of his sweaty legs. It was a confirmation that now it was all well and good.

"look." he said happily to his sister. "Look how much he loves me already."