[reposted from whump-they-it-is]
”All new slave boys need to be re-programmed. Now, it’s your turn, Ken. Lean back, relax, and breathe in the gas, nice and deep……..and start counting backwards from 7……”
“7……………….6………………….4………………………..1…………………………..3…………………………………………..29……………………………………………………..”
“He’s out. .Let’s completely erase his mind now…..Open the gas cylinder all the way………..”
Just keep looking at and concentrating on your hands, you feel your fingers locking together tighter and tighter. On the count of three you will try to take your hands apart. No matter how hard you try or how little you try you will not be able to pull your hands apart. 1, 2, 3 Try to take your hands apart. Good boy
Blackpool Ian Dee Stage Hypnosis Show
They are put under.. via a fall back drop and ends with squeeze your nipple and go to sleep..
Darren woke up from a deep, pleasant sleep. He would have been happy to just doze off again but, with increasing concern, began to realise that something was wrong – he hadn’t woken up in his own apartment.
‘…The hell?’ He mumbled as he sat up. His head felt like it had been stuffed with wool. Did he get drunk the night before? Go home with some girl?
Getting up off the couch in search of the rest of his clothing, Darren padded across the floor of the apartment to the doorway of a nearby bedroom where he could hear humming. He usually liked to be gone before whatever random girl he’d slept with woke up, but seeing as his clothes were nowhere in sight…
‘Hey, sorry but have you seen my – what the fuck?!’ Darren shouted in surprise as he crossed the threshold to find not a girl but a guy – and a naked one at that!
‘Oh, God damn it,’ The man sighed in response as he walked over to a nearby bedside table and picked something up, ‘looks like you woke up early. Guess that’s what I get for not reinforcing your trance…’
None of what the man said made any sense to Darren.
‘L-look, man,’ He stuttered, trying to avert his eyes from the guys crotch, ‘I’m not gay. I don’t know how the hell I wound up here, but if you could just tell me where my clothes are – ‘
‘Just focus on the pretty pendant, Darren…’ The man interrupted, holding up the object he’d picked up: a crystal attached to a length of cord.
‘Why the hell…would…I…?’ He couldn’t even finish his sentence as he felt his mouth drop open dumbly, the light reflecting off the pendant and hitting him in the eyes, dazzling him and numbing his mind.
Making it so, so hard to think…
‘There we go, that’s better.’ His master said soothingly as he lowered the pendant and smirked. The man’s cock was quickly becoming erect.
‘Yeah…that’s better…’ Darren agreed absently, swaying on the spot.
‘Get on the bed and assume the position. After that we’ll reinforce my control over you…’
‘Yes, master.’ Darren replied, the man’s command the only thing inside of his emptied head as he climbed up onto the bed on all fours, pulled his underwear down around his knees and stuck his ass in the air.
‘Oh!’ He gasped as he felt his master’s warm, slick tongue press against his asshole, the ring of muscle dilating uncontrollably in response. Darren felt his dick, hanging between his legs, begin to get hard as the pleasant, hot, worming sensation wriggled past his sphincter.
‘I know I should have you drooling and dumb and staring at the pendant, Darren. But with that straight-boy hole of yours staring me in the face I can’t bring myself to just yet…’ His master chuckled, clamping his hands around his waist to hold him in place before he dove back in…
Hypnosis 