My Hypnotist Girlfriend - MP3 (Patreon)

My Hypnotist Girlfriend - MP3 (the M stands for maid!)

“Okay, babe, I'm heading out for the day.” Lenore said to me as she readied herself for a spa day with her friends.

“Okay, babe, have fun. See you later.” I was looking forward to a day to myself, catch up on some sports highlights or some of my favorite shows.

“While I'm out, would you mind tidying up the place a little? We've kinda slacked off this week.” She said as I stood to kiss her goodbye.

I rolled my eyes and answered with a sarcastic, “Yes, dear.”

“Oh come on don't give me that look. If you need a little motivation, there's something to help you out on the bed upstairs.”

“What do you mean, help me out?” I asked, knowing that Lenore would likely have something humiliating planned for me.

“It's nothing major, just a little something. Use it, don't use it. Completely up to you. Now I gotta go, Claire's outside. Byeeee.” She waved back at me as she left, leaving me to my Saturday to myself.

I decided to ignore what she said for a while about cleaning and whatever she had left on the bed, not wanting to get sucked into her little game right away.

After a few hours, however, I couldn't help but notice that she was right about the house needing a little tidy up. We had both been busy with work all week and let housekeeping get away from us. “Ah well,” I said, dragging myself off the couch, “may as well do something useful for a while.”

I headed upstairs to grab the laundry basket first, then I remembered what Lenore had said about her ‘little something’.

That something turned out to be an MP3 player. “Huh. I didn't think people used these anymore….” The MP3 player had a cord attached so that it could be worn around the neck, and a pair of wired headphones….I know, headphones with wires, who would have thought it?

There was a small post-it note with the device with a message written on it. ‘If you decide cleaning is too boring, lie down and listen. XOXO’

Screw it, whatever Lenore had in mind would certainly be more fun than cleaning up on my own. I laid down on the bed, placed the earphones in my ears and hit play.

‘Hello, Shaun, if you're listening to this then it means you decided to make your tidying up a little more ‘adventurous’.’ Lenore's voice played loud and clear through the headphones.

‘I'm so glad you did. I promise, you'll enjoy this…or I will anyway. To start with, I want you to relax as much as you can. Hopefully you're lying comfortably on our bed right now, so start by taking a deep breath in. Hold it for a few seconds, then let it out….’ I kept listening as Lenore's recording guided me through some breathing and relaxation exercises.

‘I want you to focus on my voice now and think about all the times you've been hypnotized by me before this. How easy it is for you to slip, slip down and down into trance as you listen to my smooth voice….’ The tape carried on like this for a while, and I could feel the haze slipping over me. It took a while longer than it would have in person, but I was used to slipping into trance for Lenore by now. So eventually, I felt the fog descend over me, that feeling somewhere between asleep and awake…

‘....Three….Two…..One -SNAP- Awake!’

I started to wake up at the sound of a snap and took in my surroundings…I was still in the bedroom, but I wasn’t lying down anymore. I must have sat up at some point…and got changed!

“What the fuck?” I jumped and took a look at myself, and almost fell right back down. At some point during my trance I had gotten changed. I was wearing a pair of black, enamel shoes with a small heel that threw off my balance a little. White stockings ran up my legs and disappeared beneath the hem of the damn french maid outfit I had been teased with before. A quick inspection told me I was also wearing a pair of frilly, white panties. “Dammit Lenore!” I said to the room as I tossed the MP3 player aside.

I couldn’t help but be impressed with her skills as I had no recollection of leaving the bed, the contents of the MP3, or getting changed. A part of me was tempted to try and listen again, but I knew that was risky so instead I figured I would take off the humiliating outfit before I tidied up a little and give Lenore her props for her little prank later.

‘Clean’ “Huh?” It was like a quiet little voice in my head, like something in the back of my mind telling me to… ‘Be a good maid.’

A good maid….I can do that, but I couldn’t be expected to spend the whole afternoon cleaning up while dressed like this. I reached for the zipper at the back of my neck to remove the dress and froze….something felt wrong.

‘Be a good sissy. Good sissies dress appropriately.’ I couldn’t take off the dress, not when there was maid work to do!

So I left the humiliating clothes in place, gathered up the laundry I had come for in the first place, and went back downstairs, feeling a strange spark of pleasure as I did. After loading the laundry into the washing machine, I briefly thought that it might be time to take off the dress again…. ‘Clean. Be a good sissy.’ Okay, I can leave the dress on for a while I guess. I looked around the house downstairs and started tidying up, moving things back to their proper place, clearing away any used dishes and cutlery. As I wiped down the sink area and looked at the now shiny steel of the sink, I felt that pleasure run through me again as my cock stiffened in the panties. When I was finished with that, I again decided that I would take off the dress and put some more practical clothes on, clothes that didn’t flash my pantied rear end whenever I bent over.

‘Good sissies dress appropriately, be a good maid.’ The dress stayed on. For some reason I couldn’t ignore the voice in the back of my mind telling me that I was supposed to be dressed like this. I was doing maid work after all, so why not dress appropriately?

A grabbed the vacuum cleaner and ran that around all the floors downstairs, my enamel flats clicking along the hardwood in the halls and the tiles in the kitchen. Another jolt of pleasurable satisfaction ran straight through my cock as I surveyed my work. I realized this is what it felt like to be a good maid….a good sissy. Whatever post hypnotic suggestion that was at work was doing its job. I wanted more, more of that feeling of satisfaction and pleasure. The feeling that I could only get when I cleaned and tidied.

‘Clean.” That voice again. I went under the sink and grabbed a cleaning cloth and some glass cleaner and went to work on the windows…..

—

“Honey I’m hoooome.” Lenore called in a sing-song voice as she came barging back in through the front door. “Wow! The place looks great, clearly you’ve been busy.”

I was currently on my hands and knees behind the sofa clearing up some cobwebs I had managed to find after running out of other things to clean. This meant that Lenore had yet to actually see me as she entered the living room.

“Lenore! Finally!” I stood, dusting off my stockings as I stepped around the sofa.

“Hahahaha, I see you listened to the recording. And it worked a treat! I guess you really are susceptible to my voice. Good to know.”

“Yeah, yeah. You got me. Could you please help me!” I said, almost begging. Thanks to Lenore’s little recording, I had spent the whole afternoon being tormented by the need to clean and the reward of pleasure after every little thing I did. WHat had started as a fun way to pass an afternoon had turned into total frustration for me. Many times I had thought about taking a break to go and jerk off after the trigger had pushed my arousal to its limit. But whenever I did, ‘Clean’ that insistent voice would interrupt me, reminding me that I had maid work to do.

“Help you?” Lenore said, “But you look like you're managing just fine on your own, babe.”

“Lenore please! I'm so fucking turned on and I'm running out of things to clean and whenever I try to do anything else I remember I have to be a good maid…..I mean, I'm a good sissy. I'm dressed the part, I'm cleaning….Lenore!”

Lenore was giggling at my frustrated, embarrassing rambling. “Hahaha, oh, Shaun. I'm sorry you just look so cute, all frustrated and feminized.”

“Lenore!” I protested as I started to feel the urge to clean something again.

“Okay, okay, come here.” Lenore took me by the hands and led me to sit down on the sofa. “Relax, baby. Just look right here and focus on me….” I felt myself slip down into trance quickly and easily. Eager for it.

I was brought back up some time later, feeling better about myself and everything else. Most importantly, that desperate urge to clean was gone, even though I was still dressed in the outfit. “Thank you. That was starting to drive me crazy.”

“You’re welcome, sissy.”

“Ha ha. I’m gonna go get changed.”

“You can try.” Lenore replied, smirking.

“Dammit, Mistress, what did you do?” I asked, only realizing what I had called her after I had already said it.

“Nothing much, I just feel like after being pampered at the spa all day it might be nice to have a maid around to pamper me at home too.” She replied, lounging back on the sofa.

“Seriously?!” I said, indignant. “I’ve been in this damn outfit all afternoon and my feet are starting to hurt.”

“Okay, okay. I guess maybe I’m taking advantage of you a little.” She said, surprising me. She usually didn’t give up on her teasing games so easily. “Just do me one favor. Lift up your dress.” I obeyed without question, unsure if it was due to some post hypnotic suggestion or if I was just used to doing what she said by now.

“Ah-ha! Thought so.” Lenore said, staring at the tent that my erection was making in the panties.

“What? This is because I’ve been tormented by the cleaning trigger all day.”

“Yeah, right. You’re enjoying this just as much as I am. Now enough talk, go start dinner, maid.” Lenore ordered.

I couldn't deny how much it turned me on to be controlled by her, and so I headed into the kitchen to make dinner for the two of us, my dress swishing around my thighs as I clicked onto the kitchen tiles. “And no touching yourself!” Lenore called after me.

—

“Mmm, this is delicious.” Lenore said through a mouthful of chicken and lettuce. “Maybe you should quit your job and be my maid full time. Then you can wear panties and cute dresses all day long.” I knew she was kidding, but my cock still twitched at the idea. I had tried to adjust myself in the panties a few times while I made dinner, but Lenore’s order not to touch myself held strong.

“I think you’re getting a little too good at this hypnosis thing.” I replied, trying to sound like I wasn’t loving it quite so much.

“Well it is a pretty part of my job so I should think so. But I think you should give yourself some credit too. You’re a good subject, a lot of this is on you. I couldn’t do this stuff with someone who wasn’t willing.

“So I’m supposed to believe this,” I waved at the food I had made and the clothes I was wearing, “was all my idea was it?”

“Haha, not all of it. But what you take away from hypnosis is largely on you, yeah. There’s a lot of interpretation on your part. For example, can you touch your cock?” She asked.

“No, you told me not to, remember.”

“Ah, but did I? See what I actually said was, no touching ‘yourself’. But when you think about it, scratching your ear or your leg is technically touching yourself. But your subconscious inferred my words in a way that you thought I meant. You took it to mean no touching that desperate, needy cock of yours. Which by the way, is exactly what I wanted.” She finished with a wink. “It’s the same as when I use the freeze trigger on people. They can still blink and breathe and keep themself safe because that’s how they translate my orders subconsciously. Which is why I know that if I tell you to do something, then you’ll be perfectly safe inside that submissive little brain of yours. I mean, if I told someone to freeze and then charged at them with a chainsaw they wouldn’t just stand there, they’d run away screaming.”

“Personally I’d be impressed if you could actually start a chainsaw.” I joked.

“Hey! Remember who’s in charge here, sissy. I’m the one wearing the pants while my boyfriend is sitting around in a frilly dress!” Couldn’t argue with that.

When we had finished our food. Lenore had another little test for me. “Okay, now I’m going to give you an order, and want you to really try and resist, okay?”

“Umm, okay, sure. But your trigger from earlier, that still works, doesn’t it? You made it so I had to obey you.”

“I did, and yes it’s still there somewhere, until I decide to remove it. But I want you to really try and resist this one. Don’t do whatever I order you to do and you can go upstairs and get changed.”

“Okay, bring it on.” I challenged.

“Okay, sissy, first come around to my side of the table.” I stood up and walked around to stand in front of her chair.

“You were supposed to resist, remember?”

“Wait what? That didn’t count, I didn’t know we had started.”

“Hahaha, okay, we can try again. Remember, don’t do whatever I say. Get on your knees.”

I immediately dropped to my knees with zero hesitation. I wasn’t even sure if I had tried to resist. I thought I did, but also the thought of kneeling before Lenore, dressed as a sissy and being humiliated and teased by her was enticing enough on some level.

“Wow, you barely even tried.” Lenore giggled as I blushed at my failure.

“I don’t think I was ready that time, you caught me off guard. Let me try one more time.” I said, feeling a little competitive spirit spurring me on.

“Okay, fine. One more try.” Then Lenore lifted her butt off the kitchen chair and slid her pyjama pants down, exposing the front panel of her lacy, red panties. My cock stirred at the sight of it and I knew before she said anything that I had lost this game.

“Shaun, kiss my panties.” I leaned in and kissed the soft lace of her panties crotch, feeling my denied cock twitch even more as I did. “Ha, I win.” Lenore quickly stood and replaced her bottoms.

“That should count as cheating.” I grumbled.

“Oh please, I gave you three chances and you failed all of them. Now clear away the dishes and meet me in the living room. I have another little ‘test’ for you.”

I had no idea what she had planned, so I cleared away the plates as quickly as I could and joined her in the living room.

“Okay, babe, while I was out today with Claire I bought you a little gift, but first I want you to sit down here and relax. Focus on me and listen…” I did as she said and felt myself become comfortable as she talked. I wasn’t sure if I was in a trance or not at this point, but it didn’t really matter to me anymore. Lenore knew she had me beat anyways.

“In a moment, I’m going to show you what I bought and I think you’ll love it so much that you’ll just have to put it on right away. I also think that there will be a part of you that doesn’t want to wear it, but that part won’t be able to stop you from trying it out. I think that your submissive side will win out and that despite all your protesting and posturing to preserve your masculinity, you will want to wear what I bought for you. If that’s the case, then you’ll take it, and you’ll put it on. I don’t think you’ll be able to resist it. So the choice, as always, is yours. If there is a part of you that wants to know what it feels like to wear what I have for you, then that part of you will grow and grow until you simply can’t resist. You’ll just have to wear it, no matter how hard you try. Does that make sense?”

“I think so….What is it?” I asked.

“This.” She brought her hand around and in it was a small, pink chastity cage.

My eyes widened in shock as I saw it. Lenore had to know that I had enjoyed one or two fantasies about chastity in my time, she knew all my fetishes from past trances. But those were just fantasies, I knew the reality of wearing a chastity cage might be very different.

“Well, what do you think?” Lenore asked me.

“Umm, Mistress, this is a…chastity cage.”

“I know what is, silly, but how do you feel about it?”

“There’s no way I’m putting that thing on my dick!” I said, but I could feel a small part of me that was tempted. A small voice that was telling me to try it on. I shut that voice down as I stared, entranced by the object. “No way! Nuh-uh. Not happening.” I shook my head as though I could shake away the temptation.

“Okay, that’s fine, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.” Lenore said, sitting back and watching me. I still hadn’t managed to actually look away from the thing.

“Dammit, Mistress, I’m not wearing that.” I said, insistently.

Lenore just smiled as she watched the internal war. “Okay, babe, you said that. And I totally get it. I mean why would you want to have your cock locked away when you could be upstairs fucking your girlfriend all night long?” She leaned forward, her voice taking on a sultry tone. “If you put that on, then you wouldn’t be able to fuck me with your big, hard cock. You would just end up staying locked and denied all night long and me, well I’d have to ride your face while you ate my pussy instead and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

“S-shut up. I’m not going to wear it!” But I didn’t believe my own words at that point.

“Nooo, of course not. Only a submissive sissy would willingly lock themselves away, getting nothing but desperate frustration while their mistress uses their tongue for her pleasure. And that’s not you, is it?”

“...No I….I’m not…”

“Maybe, if you did a good enough job of making me cum with your mouth I could use the strap on again. I know how much you liked it last time. What do you think, baby, which one of us is going to be doing the fucking tonight?”

I tried, at least I thought I tried. I really did try to resist it. The thought of taking Lenore upstairs and showing her that I was still capable of being the man was an appealing one, sure, but apparently not as appealing as the other option. “Dammit!” I snatched up the cage and marched out of the room to put it on. Lenore’s victorious laughter followed me to the bathroom.

Of course I was met with a problem, there was no way the cage was going to go on in my aroused state, and Lenore had still not given me permission to touch myself.

After a few minutes of waiting, Lenore called through the bathroom door. “Everything okay in there?”

I sighed as I called back. “I may need your help.” Lenore entered with a smile and looked at me, panties around my ankles, erect cock on display as I held the dress out of the way.

“Pahaha. Having fun, babe?”

“Shut up!” I snapped, blushing.

“Soooo, what’s the hold up?”

“I can’t touch myself! But you already know that! I can’t do anything because my hands won’t touch my damn cock. Now would you please stop smiling and help me get this thing on?” I said. The part of me that was intrigued by the idea of chastity had won decisively and I knew I needed to get it on.

“Hahaha, you really are so far gone, aren’t you? You couldn’t deny me if you tried.”

“Whatever, Mistress. Just help me.”

“Okay, okay, look here, focus on me and….drop.” ‘Snap!’

I was back in our bedroom, sitting on the bed with my legs parted slightly, Lenore was standing, looking at me. Straight away I could feel the tightness at my crotch and I knew the cage was in place.

“There you go, sissy. All locked away, safe and sound.”

“Wow, that was weird…I feel like I teleported.” I said, noting how the drop and wakener had happened seamlessly this time.

“Ha, yeah, now that I can drop you quickly into trance and wake you up without letting you remember anything then the transitions will feel a little like that, like to me I guide you where I want you to go but for you it’s like you just skip forward in time.” She explained.

I couldn’t help but be impressed, I had learned a little about the ins and outs of hypnosis during my time with Lenore and the more I learned, the more impressed I was with her abilities. “Ya know, I don’t know if I ever gave you credit before because I was always caught up in the, uhhh, fun parts, but you really are great at what you do.” I said, “Very impressive.”

Lenore smiled, genuine, not teasing this time. “Aww, thanks babe, appreciate you saying that. Wanna see it again?”

“Like I could say no at this point.” I replied.

All of a sudden, I was no longer sitting on the bed, I was lying across Lenore’s legs, my ass pointed up with my hands on the floor in front of me. Prime position for a spanking. “Woah.”

“Haha, cool right. I can just snap my fingers and you appear somewhere different without any knowledge of how you got there.”

“Yeah…cool.”

“Glad you’re impressed, but that won’t get you out of a spanking. Luckily for you, I made sure you’ll enjoy this….and so will I. Get ready.”

Lenore’s hand came down on my pantied ass with a ‘Slap!’ Firm but not too punishing. WHat was surprising was my immediate response.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I hadn’t meant to say that.

“Hahaha, You’re welcome, sissy.” ‘Slap!’

“Thank you, Mistress.”

She spanked a couple more times, reddening my ass slightly and I thanked her each time without meaning to. Then she brought her fingers to the front of my face and…

…I was on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back, still dressed as a sissy maid but now I was looking at the parted legs of my girlfriend/Mistress. She was naked from the waist down and I wanted nothing more than to lean in and please her with my mouth while my denied cock pulsed against the bars of the cage.

“Well, what are you waiting for, sissy, please your Mistress.” I dove in, almost literally as I was unable to use my hands for balance. I practically fell forward into her waiting pussy and licked, sucked and pleased her for all I was worth, my own desperation spurring me on until I felt Lenore’s thighs clench around my head and she came hard. “Mmmm, such a good girl.” I felt a fluttering feeling of warmth at being called a good girl. After a few seconds of recovery, Lenore’s hand moved into my field of view and…’Snap.’

I was standing next to our bed looking at Lenore who was now wrapped in a towel, the handcuffs had been removed at least. “Did….did you just shower?” I asked, a little confused.

“I did.”

“How long was I stood here for?” I asked.

“As long as I needed to get ready for bed. Aren’t you joining me?”

“Umm, I guess but…what about, you know, the cage?” I asked.

“You’re the one who wanted to wear it, babe. So it can stay there for a while, give you the full experience.” Said Lenore.

“Really? But I’m so horny!”

“Hahaha, I’ll bet you are. But don’t worry, I’ll let you out at some point….If you behave.” Lenore replied as she casually brushed out her hair.

“Mistress, please!” I begged, noting her triggers still in full effect.

“Okay, fine. I’ll give you a chance to get out of your chastity if you really want.” Lenore brought her hand up in front of my face again and snapped.

I was now naked, save for the chastity belt, sitting on our bed and looking at a small, silver key in front of me. Lenore was watching me as she grabbed one of my old shirts to sleep in. “There’s the key. Go ahead and unlock yourself. You have two minutes before I take it away.”

I grabbed the key quickly, intending to unlock myself…..but I couldn’t quite remember how keys worked! I had used keys before, I know I had. I thought back to all the times I had unlocked a door or started a car, I knew I knew how to use a key but I couldn’t bring it to the fore-front of my mind.

“Well, are you going to take off the cage or not?” Lenore asked, grinning as she watched me.

“I’m trying! I just…I can’t quite figure out how this thing works.” I said, frustrated as I stared down at my locked cock. I was so close. The key was in my hand, the cage was right there, but figuring out how they worked together was a puzzle I couldn’t solve. It was like trying to solve a non-linear equation. I couldn’t put all the pieces together. “Mistress….How does it work?” I asked, desperately.

“It’s a key, silly, you should know how it works. You have thirty seconds left to unlock yourself or you go to bed denied.”

“Noo! I can’t figure it out. Please!” I begged. I moved the key around the air in front of the cage. It had to go somewhere….but where?

“Aaaaand, times up. Hand me the key.” I was helpless to resist her command and place the key back in her palm, watching as it disappeared behind her closing fingers.

“That wasn’t fair!” I complained.

“What wasn’t?”

“I know you did something. I know how keys work!”

“Well then you should have unlocked your cage. Anyway, it’s time for bed. You can wear my panties to sleep in.” I picked up the panties she had been wearing earlier and pulled them up my legs, hiding the cage from view and knew I was in for an uncomfortable night.

—

The following day we were walking around the nearest supermarket filling a trolley with shopping for the week. A perfectly normal thing for a couple to be doing with a day off. Except for the fact that I was still locked in chastity and wearing a pair of Lenore’s panties.

“I swear everybody can see!” I said as I pushed the trolley down the aisle. I had been paranoid about someone noticing the cage and the panties while we were out.

“You’re just being paranoid, babe. No one can see. No one is even paying you any attention at all. You’re just some guy. Now stop complaining and help me or I’ll leave you in that cage for a little longer.” Lenore replied, she was having way too much fun with this….But honestly, so was I.

“Easy for you to say.” I grumbled.

“Do you want to go back in the maid outfit for the day?” Lenore threatened.

I hated how much I hesitated before I answered. “No thanks.” Lenore noticed my hesitation and smiled slightly.

“Mhmm, sure you don’t.”

“Shut up….”

A short while later we were at the register ringing up and paying for our stuff, I could feel Lenore’s hand stroking my lower back as my heart pounded. I knew what she was doing. Every stroke of my shirt would lift it up, exposing the waistband of my jeans….I prayed the panties weren’t visible to anyone behind us.

“Stop that!” I hissed in a whisper. Lenore just giggled at me.

“Don’t worry, babe, your panties aren’t visible.”

“Lenore!”

“Hahaha, hurry up and meet me at the car with the cart.” Lenore punctuated her last statement with a playful slap to my behind.

“Thank you, Mistress.” I clapped my hand over my mouth.

“Hahah! Maybe I forgot to remove that one. Sorry babe!” She tried and failed to stifle her own laughter as I blushed and hurried away with the cart…..

End.