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Story: A Post-Hypnotic Suggestion  Author: underyourthumb

A Post-hypnotic Suggestion

I picked up another dish and began to scrub it. It was dull work. I looked at

the clock to see how long I'd been going at it.

Sometimes I wondered why I was doing it. Sure, I was sexually submissive, as I'd

finally come to admit to myself, and when Mark gave me an order, it gave me

sexual thrill to obey. That was my nature; it couldn't be helped. But if I

obeyed, it was because I enjoyed it. I didn't enjoy washing the dishes. Mark

certainly got a good bargain out of our lopsided relationship. He was in the

den, sitting in his recliner with a beer in front of the TV, watching the game.

Why did he get all the benefit?

I picked up another dish and checked the clock again. I wanted to be done by

8:30. Now why was that, I wondered? Was there another chore that I had to do? I

reviewed in my mind. I had mowed the lawn in the morning; the laundry was done,

Mark's shirts and underwear folded and put away; the car was washed and

polished. I needed to change the oil in the car, but that was a Saturday chore.

I did all of these things because Mark told me to. But what did I get out of it?

I knew I'd asked myself these questions before. I had no new answers. The old

answers played out in my mind, as though I'd heard it all before... as though I

were rehearsing lines from a script that had been written for me....

I enjoyed serving Mark, that was true. When he gave me a command, I felt that

sexual thrill when I obeyed it. Whatever it was in me that desired male bodies,

strong and muscular, also made me desire dominant males; dominance in a man

attracted me like other masculine characteristics. I desired to submit to a

superior male. And certainly Mark was that. Not only dominant, but tall,

handsome, muscular -- everything that I admired in a man. (I thought about those

big hands of his spread out on the arm of his recliner, and I began to get an

erection, thinking about how sexy he was.) He also was smart and funny -- all

those things that make you like a man, that make you fall in love. (I thought he

was smart, among other things, for knowing how to perform hypnotism.) Yes, I

loved Mark; so I wanted to please him, to make him happy. Every day, I wanted to

do something that would make his life easier and more pleasant. Pleasing him

sexually, of course, meant gratifying his desire, which was to dominate and

control, to use a man like a puppet. But to be used was my desire exactly! Love

and desire came together in a way with him they never had before with another

man -- to fulfill one was to fulfill the other. This was a man I could give my

whole being to. I served Mark because I loved him. I loved serving him. My cock

was aching, rigid with that desire to serve and obey, from thinking about it.

I put down the last dish and looked at the clock: 8:30. Just in time. I went to

the den, where Mark was sitting in front of the TV with his feet up. Suddenly,

spontaneously, I knew what I could do to please him. He'd had a long day at

work, and I guessed that his feet ached. I knelt beside his chair, and began to

massage them. Through his socks I could feel the firm, solid flesh. He sighed

and relaxed deeper into his chair, and I could tell that he was enjoying my

ministrations.

"Oh, that feels good," he said.

I felt a rush of love. "Thanks, Mark," I said. "You know that's what I want, to

make you feel good; that's what I like to hear."

"You always make me feel good. It's good to come home from a hard day at work,

and find a clean house and a good meal waiting for me; and now this. I

especially like it, because it shows how you're obedient to my every whim. And

here you are, kneeling at my feet..." he said.

I thought about this. "Yes, that's right," I said. "It's the right place for

me." I kneaded and massaged the tiredness from his feet, working his instep with

my thumbs.

"So what made you think of doing this?" he said.

"I don't know, it just came to me, I guess," I said.

His eyes twinkled. "Go take a look at that piece of paper on the desk," he said.

He turned off the TV, and turned to watch me.

I got up and went for the piece of paper. "AT 8:30 YOU WILL GIVE ME A FOOT

MASSAGE," it said. I felt a rush of blood to my head from the shock.

"My God," I said. "How did you know?"

"It was a post-hypnotic suggestion," said Mark. "I gave you the command

yesterday, while you were hypnotized."

"Oh, my God," I said again, not knowing what else to say. This time I felt a

rush of blood to my cock at the thought of his power over me. What a mindfuck.

Then the implications began to occur to me. I had had no idea that Mark had

planted that suggestion in my mind; it had felt like my own idea. If that were

so, then there was no way that I could tell which of my thoughts were my own,

and which were Mark's. And that meant in turn that I would have no power to

resist. The thought of losing control to Mark was profoundly frightening -- but

it was also profoundly exciting. I desired to submit; I desired Mark for his

very arrogance in thinking he could control me, that he had the right to control

me. After all, I did have a choice, though my choice was to submit. Or at least

once I had had a choice -- when I first agreed to let Mark hypnotize me, a few

weeks back. When he had seduced me, and I had yielded. Or did I have a choice

even then? Hadn't I fallen victim to his power of persuasion? Was not the

submissive side of my sexual nature the gap in my defenses through which he had

entered?

I looked at Mark, meeting his eye. He was grinning from ear to ear as he saw my

confusion. It made him look very handsome. His teeth were very white, and his

cheeks were dimpled.

"Yes, it worked very well," he said. "You are developing into an excellent

subject. Did you like that? Did you like serving my will, like a puppet? Being

moved like a marionette that moves when I move my little finger?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Do you want more? Do you want to be hypnotized again?"

"Yes," I said. I really enjoyed being hypnotized. It was so relaxing. I always

felt so good afterwards. I wanted to do it again.

"Go ahead and sit down then, in the armchair. Relax, and make yourself

comfortable." He got up to make room for me, and pulled another chair up beside

it for himself.

"Mark," I said, "do you think that you are permanently changing my thoughts? Can

hypnosis change me, my personality, my desires, in a permanent way?"

I wasn't sure which answer I wanted to hear.

"I suppose that the suggestions I plant in your subconscious mind would

gradually fade away, if they weren't reinforced regularly," Mark said. "But the

more you practice thinking in a certain way, the more natural it becomes. And

with a submissive guy, who likes to obey... who knows? Well, are you ready?"

"Yes, Mark," I said.

"Okay, now sit back, and relax. Breathe deeply, in... out... in... out... good.

Now watch my hands go back and forth, back and forth... concentrate just on

that, let all your worries and tensions go... feel yourself relaxing... your

mind is drifting, as if you were falling asleep... this is a familiar process to

you now... each time I hypnotize you it becomes easier to enter the trance,

harder to resist my voice... your thoughts are growing still and calm, your mind

quiet and empty, except for the sound of my voice... my voice, so smooth and

relaxing, guiding you into trance... it feels good, it feels comfortable, so

effortless, to lie still and tranquil... passive... accepting my words... my

words becoming your thoughts... "

I felt myself rapidly sinking into the darkness, drawn in by the sound of his

voice... it was a warm, comfortable place, and it made me feel good, so I went

willingly, even eagerly...

I don't remember what happened during the session after that. Except for bits

and pieces, I stopped remembering much from my trances after the first week or

two. Mark tells me that happens with good subjects, especially as with

experience they develop the ability to enter deeper and deeper levels of

trance... I must be a good subject.

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