A different kind of tease

I want to tell you the story of the first time I Hypnotized you. You were so nervous, of course, but you so desperately wanted to know what it would feel like to have your mind completely at my mercy. I wanted you so badly that night. I was feral to have my way with you.

I knew you would be a little nervous, so I wanted to make it special, just for you. I knew you had a weakness for all the things I could do to you. I knew you had a weakness for my voice, and naturally, I knew you had a weakness for my body. I made sure I could use every single one of those against you.


I made sure that I was wearing something that showed off my hourglass figure; something that forced your mind to imagine what it would feel like to run your tongue along my legs... Tracing over my skin, up along my thighs to the deep curves of my hips... The narrow dip of my waist... Towards my full and heavy swells of my chest.


I snapped my fingers and told you to focus, to pay attention to my voice. You stared at me and I smiled at you, running my fingers along my chest. I told you how I wanted to make this special for you, I knew you were nervous, so I thought we'd try something a little fun...


I told you to watch my hands. You swallowed hard, eyes flickering down to where my long, latex-clad fingers trailed along my silk dress. The contrast was intoxicating—the smooth sheen of silk hugging my curves, the gleaming black latex stretching tight over my hands. I could see your breath hitch as I let my fingertips tease along the deep neckline, tracing slow, deliberate lines, watching your pupils dilate with every movement.

"That's it," I purred, my voice dripping with honeyed temptation. "Keep watching. Feel the way your thoughts slow... the way my fingers pull them away, one by one, like unraveling thread."

I stepped closer, the whisper of silk against my thighs making your gaze flicker lower before I gently lifted your chin with a single gloved finger. "Mmm, you’re already starting to sink, aren’t you?" I cooed, tilting my head. "So eager… so ready to be taken."

Your lips parted as if to protest, but I only smiled, shaking my head. "No words," I murmured, pressing a single finger against them. "Not yet. You don’t need them right now."

My other hand drifted lazily through the air, tracing soft, hypnotic patterns. "Just focus here," I whispered, letting my fingertips dance just beyond your reach, close enough to tease, never enough to touch. "Follow the way my fingers glide through the air. Like your thoughts, slipping away, floating, drifting… gone."

I watched as your eyes grew heavier, lids fluttering. "So obedient already," I praised, my voice thick with satisfaction. "You love this, don’t you? Love being caught in my words, tangled in my touch, sinking into the sound of my voice."

I snapped my fingers again. "Deeper."

Your body shuddered, breath trembling as you sank further, mind unraveling with every word.

I leaned in, lips brushing just against the shell of your ear. "And now," I whispered, voice sultry and commanding, "let’s make this even more fun, shall we?"

My fingers slid beneath your chin, tilting your face toward mine. "Let’s see how deep you’ll fall… how much you’ll forget… and just how much I can make you beg to forget"



Now. Beg to forget for me.