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HypnoFucked into a Slave

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Rylan was the rare breed – a gorgeous jock that had an interest in hypnotic submission. Perhaps not so rare – it seemed any I found like him were always too far. Time restraints made it difficult for Me to Skype with many beyond paying clients, so I largely relied on sending him My good boy files. He responded very well, feeling very submissive to Me as he began hitting the gym to further tone his already lean body.

His submission showed in other ways besides the workouts as well. He used to shave his body smooth, but had let his body hair grow to please Coach. And while college kept him busy, he often expressed his desire to come be one of My good boys or pups after he graduated… his mind opening up to a polyamorous pack after initially being resistant to that dynamic.


I decided to reward his progress with the rare exception to My rules, and it was amazing to see the jock on cam proving just how real and in lust with Me he was. If there was any doubt in My mind, seeing his dick pulse whenever I mentioned being My good boy helped to erase those worries. To think, he had been hesitant to send Me even a face pic at first, but he now had felt his trust grow stronger in Me. He was completely comfortable unzipping his pants for Me and letting Me admire his beautiful cock. Watching him stroke into trance was amazing, and I soon made time for another session exception. Can you blame Me with how gorgeous he is? I longed for in-person – which is all I normally made time for with subs lucky enough to be in proximity – but until then, I was ready to take him deeper under My spell than ever.

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Flashback Friday: Saving Energy

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First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here. 

Archie and Kaleb had been some of the top athletes on the college tennis team, but lately they had been dropping the ball – often all too literally.

I wasn’t sure why, but soon I discovered that they were wasting a lot of their energy with horseplay, pranks, and other activities that distracted them from playing their best on the court.
It was time for Me to help them improve their focus and better manage their energy, so they were to attend mandatory training at Coach’s home.

When they showed up for training, I knew I had to keep them separate during their reprogramming, or they would distract each other – so I put them in separate rooms.

I began playing some of my special audio for Kaleb until he was drifting into a nice trance. I quietly exited, and proceeded to enter the bedroom with Archie for some one-on-one training.


You haven’t had enough energy out on the court, so we’re going to try something different. I want you to stroke your cock for coach and feel all that blood coursing through you as you get pumped up – but don’t cum. We’re going to unleash all that energy on the court. I have Kaleb doing the same thing in the other room.

Both of you will find that your unleashed desires will boost your energy on that court, for it’s only win you win a match that you will both be allowed to next orgasm.

For hours, the jocks edged into trance, finding that level where they could be left feeling incredible energy – energy they were not to release until after a win.

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The Contractor

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Jax was a local contractor who was building quite the reputation –  and not a good one. It seemed he was always scheming for how he could prolong projects and add unexpected “costs” to the budget – all so he could pocket more for doing less. Knowing that gossip isn’t always right, I gave Jax the benefit of the doubt and hired him for a job – but I also kept close tabs on him. Hidden cameras around the place proved the rumors were sadly true.

Since I worked from home, I began playing music more loudly. It helps Me focus on work while you guys are making all that racket. He sneered in response. “Whatever you want, boss.” He probably figured it was time to grab his earbuds, but then he found that the music was actually kind of catchy. Before he knew it, it was time to clock out.

Within a few weeks – when the project should have been done, but having received excuse after excuse along the way – it felt like the subliminals were finally beginning to sink into his subconscious as I noticed his eyes struggling to stay open on one of the hidden cams. I entered the room.

It’s getting hard, isn’t it, Jax? Go ahead and feel it. It’s so right to just enjoy it as you go ahead and remove your shirt now and feel up those hard nipples too.


That’s it Jax. You’ve been thinking for so long about how to make an extra buck but sometimes it just feels so much better to not think at all. And with every tweak of that nipple, you find yourself just letting go more and more. Letting go of that need to always be thinking. Letting go of all your inhibitions.

The weeks of programming had set the groundwork, but I knew the only way to make sure he wasn’t screwing over others was to ensure that being screwed by Me was all he now craved. His growing desire to please Me would help him to work so much harder on the job.


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Masking Inhibitions

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Coach wanted some special performers for his Halloween party and had just the meathead in mind.

Donovan had his doubts. “Coach, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable showing off in front of all those people. It’s cool to flex for you, Coach, but that’s a whole ‘nother vibe.”

Just be a good boy and put on the mask, Don.

As Donovan complied, all his inhibitions suddenly were released. He began to feel pumped up as he suddenly began flexing for Me.

“Fuck yeah, Coach. I can’t wait to show everyone what a total stud I am now!”

What Donovan couldn’t remember in his conscious mind is that I had already placed the masked on him during some of our sessions.

He’d already bulked up and become such a meathead for Me, and now he would love showing off that muscle to everyone whenever he wore that mask. It was as if the mask would ‘mask’ his inhibitions in such a way that they simply didn’t exist. Every stroke helped him to absorb that deep into his subconscious.

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Fetching the Good Boy Inside

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His shirt might have said Fitch, but deep down, Caleb wanted to fetch. He was often way too serious and plagued with anxiety, and he yearned for nothing more to let go.

Nothing symbolized that to him more than the growing pup scene he had so far only seen in online videos. He was envious of those that could let go so much that they could forget all about their human life, even if just for a bit. It was a state of mind he had trouble getting to on his own, so he turned to Me for help.

I began to relax him, though he was reluctant to close his eyes. Those big eyes simply remained so focused on Me as I spoke, even as his mind began to let go to my voice. He did begin to respond to light suggestions, stripping away inhibitions as he began to strip off his clothes.



It was as he began to move the last item of clothing that all the suggestions finally began to truly sink in. His face first went completely blank – even more blank than before.

Then that blank susceptibility turned into a true trance as he drifted into a deep relaxation, closing his eyes even as his underwear remained half-on.

Being a pup can be instantaneous for some, but some need a bit of groundwork laid out. With the time it took just to get him into trance, Caleb would be a pup that needed that basic desire to grow inside of him first.

I sent him off with some pup files so condition his mind ahead of our next session.


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Flashback Friday: The Longer You Flex

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First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here. 

“You really notice changes Coach? You’re not just sayin’ that?”

I definitely do, stud.

At one time, Gabe had been incredibly studious, on track for a Ph. D. But like many students, he began to get burnt out by both the stress and costs of higher education. He’d already been enjoying My hypnosis to get motivated for the gym when he decided he’d become even more of musclehead. Although he was only beginning to transform his body, I could tell his mind was already enjoying being so much simpler. It’s why he enjoyed looking in the mirror at his growing physique so much.


“Awesome Coach.

Damn, look at these muscles. Love how swole I’m gettin’.

Just gotta keep getting pumped up ya, Coach.

Fuckin’ love how hard my pecs are gettin’, Coach.”

That hard muscle just makes you hard too, doesn’t it, stud? 

“Duh Coach.”

Go ahead and feel just how hard you are, Gabe.

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Another Dumb Himbo

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“Yo, Coach, I’m feeling like such a jock! Loving that I’m starting to get ripped for you. I’ve been curious to try being a dumb jock but I already am just an average student, what if I get too dumb?”

Then we’ll just have to find a way for you to make a living off that body, won’t we, jock?

“I don’t know Coach. I’m usually pretty shy.  But I would love that. There’d be nothing better than just being a total himbo.”

Good boy. Sleep, jock, and strip for me. That’s it, just let go to My voice as you also let go of all that timidness and all those inhibitions.


As you stroke that dick for me now, you feel all of your intelligence draining down into that cock with every stroke.

It just feels so much better to think with your dick. Thinking with your dick feels good. It feels good to put your brain there. And a littler head means less room for all those unimportant things, so just forget more and more about all those subjects you learned in school and everything else until your brain is small enough to fit in your dick.

That’s it, everything is simply draining down now. Resistance is draining away. Inhibitions are draining away. Your intelligence is draining away.


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