I think a lot of you who have read all my stories will have a good idea about my fantasy. This is an advertisement that I put out in a dating agency about a year ago,-
"Hi, I am 49, 6ft, medium build with fair hair and glasses. I am divorced, have a 15 year old daughter, enjoy keep fit, walking, cycling, chess, and computers. I am seeking a caring, competent, intelligent, trustworthy, assertive female who will use hypnosis on me to mould me into the person she wants me to be. I'd love to look deeply into a lovely pair of eyes, or watch a swinging pendant while a sweet voice talks me to sleep. Then, once I am completely focused on her and completely relaxed she can start to program me to her way of thinking."
Space was limited in that article, so let me share with you more details of this fantasy. The first step is that she hypnotises me. This will be a long induction, to make sure that I am completely under. She tells me to clear my mind of everything else and listen carefully to her voice. She tells me to put her trust in her. She has a sweet, soothing voice. She tells me how much I like listening to it. She gets me to focus on her eyes or on a swinging pendant while she suggests concentration, relaxation. She points out about the light reflecting off either her eyes or the pendant. She starts by making me look up at the swinging pendant or into her eyes, so my eyes naturally tire while I am doing this. She makes suggestions that I have tired eyes which long to close. She gradually lowers either her eyes or the pendent, so my eyes are now looking downward while she keeps on about relaxation, tiredness, and how my eyes want to close. At last she tells me that I can close my eyes and it is such a relief, but she tells me to continue to think about whatever I was looking at. She tells me to continue to listen to her sweet voice, and how good I am feeling, how relaxed and happy, peaceful and contented.
She then deepens the trance by stroking me. She strokes my hair and the sides of my face, telling me how much I enjoy the touch of her hand and how much it relaxes me. She keeps repeating things so that they really sink in. She gets me to concentrate on each part of my body in turn, telling me how relaxed and sleepy it is. When she is happy that I am under she starts the next phrase, which flows naturally from the first. The second phase is to put a love spell on me. But she doesn’t just say “you are in love with me.” No, she takes her time about it.
Again, she goes round her body, describing each part of it in turn. She says things like “I want you to imagine you are looking into my eyes, my lovely big brown eyes. You love looking into my eyes. You love seeing how the light reflects off my eyes. You love it when I look deeply into your eyes. You love the little dark spot in the middle of my eyes; you love my eyelashes, my eyebrows, everything about my eyes. You love it when I wink at you; you love it when I blink.
Eventually she, when she has said something similar about every part of the body, she continues “you love me. You love looking at me. You will look at me every chance you get. You cannot keep your eyes off me. You are deeply in love with me. You would do anything for me. Anything my little heart desires. You want to please me. You want to make me happy. You are so happy when you are with me. You need me. You need me to hypnotise you. You love being hypnotised by me. You love the feeling of complete relaxation. You will ask me to hypnotise you. You will beg me to hypnotise you.
She eventually leaves me to dream about her all night.
Then she hypnotises me on a regular basis. Every night she does it, repeating the same message, so it sinks in deeper and deeper. Every day she is taking me deeper and deeper under her spell. She uses a variety of hypnosis methods on me, sometimes using her eyes, sometimes a pendant.
Then she starts training me. To begin with it is very simple, little commands which are very easily obeyed, like “Just sit here for a few minutes while I finish off getting ready.” She stands looking into a mirror in front of her while she puts on her makeup, occasionally checking in the mirror that I am looking at her. This is just to get me into the routine of doing exactly what she says. She uses a system of rewards and punishments to get me to do as she wants. Every time I do as she wants she gives me a lovely big smile.
At this stage in the process, when she hypnotises me, she keeps repeating. “Remember I am the boss. I am the one in charge. I am the one wearing the trousers.” As if to constantly remind me, she is always wearing tight trousers.
As her influence over me grows, she gets bossier and bossier, and the instructions get more and more detailed; for instance, “now we are going out for a meal. You will not speak to anyone else, even if they speak to you, you will refer them to me. You will let me order all the food, and do all the communicating with the restaurant staff. Do you understand? You do? Good boy.
She gets me to drive to the restaurant, all the time telling me how to drive, which turnings to take, what gear to use.
Or, on another occasion, “we are now going out shopping. You will follow me patiently round the shops while I browse at things. All the time you will keep your eyes focused on me, particularly my nice round bum in my tight jeans. You will keep thinking to yourself how much you love me and how privileged you are to be with me.”
I go with her. At one point I notice her browsing. I suggest something for her to look at. She says “I can find my own things to look at thank you very much. You are not meant to be looking at the goods in the shop, you are meant to be focused on me. I can see there is still work to be done on you.”
That night she hypnotises me again, and this time stresses how I must stop thinking. I should just let her do the thinking for the pair of us, just trust her to make the right decisions.
In the evenings we have also got into the routine making love. Of course she is bossy in bed too, and always on top. After making love she reminds me that she is on top and always will be.
I start telling her I love her. She has a number of replies to it. One is “Good boy”, another is “I know you do, and you have to learn to love me more.” Sometimes she tells me that she loves me too, and that makes me so happy.
When she is confident of her hold on me, she starts to boss me around in front of her friends and family. They are impressed. She tells them that she has got me hypnotised. They don’t believe her. To demonstrate she hypnotises me again, and tells me that I am in the arctic and the cold arctic wind is making me cold. I get cold, and they touch me to see how cold I am. They believe her now.
Gradually I lose interest in my hobbies. My life gradually starts to revolve around her. I lose contact with my friends and family. Instead I am only interested in the things she is interested in. Her thoughts become my thoughts. Her friends become my friends. Her family become my family. Gradually all aspects of my life are controlled by her. She does all my thinking for me. She tells me what to do, what to say, what to feel, what to believe. She controls the times I go to bed and times I go to sleep. She controls what I eat and when I eat. I am hers.
It is just a fantasy of course. I don’t think that I will ever have that sort of a relationship, and I am not sure that it would make for a long-term stable relationship. I think eventually either the person doing the dominating and/or the person being dominated would get fed up with it, but there you go!