Free Femdom Hypnosis Erotica:

How to Please a Horny Goddess Isabella

Written by Isabella Valentine (This is my first femdom hypnosis story!)

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It was winter and 36 degrees when my ovaries learned telepathy. The day and the night were gone, the only clue to time being the number of X-Files episodes we watched back-to-back before eventually surrendering to bed.

Just hours earlier, I had been officially introduced to his family after being showered with praise for our engagement and for having flown thousands of miles to visit. We had explored the beautiful city of Virginia Beach, considering different commercial buildings for lease and how nice it would be to live near his family. And here we were, lounging around in our swanky hotel suite fit for anyone with decent taste. We sprawled on separate beds so each of us could type on separate laptops and still have room to do a little bed gymnastics without bumping one another. The melancholy sounds of Scully saying, “That’s not possible, Mulder, not without defying all laws of, of time and space,” lingered in the room behind our own conversations.

“Hey… Maurice…,” I said, peering over my laptop.

“Yes?” He answered, his eyes undistracted from one of the photos in my photo gallery.

“Look at me.” I commanded with a sophistication of impatience. His head rolled up as quickly as a dog who just got his named called out.

“Yes, Goddess. Did you need something?” His eyes carried an aura of innocence that tiptoed between guilt (for doing something wrong) and eagerness (for wanting to correct it).

“Get naked. Take off your clothes. Put your laptop away and kneel down on the floor.” I said, smoothly and readily.

“Uh, Goddess?” That’s his usual phrase when he’s in the middle of something important and he’s too afraid to show resistance.

“Now.” This time it came out much more firm with clearly no room for interpretation. He began closing the lid to his silver laptop, his eyes still mesmerized by the photo of me holding a crystal pendant… and taking his sweet time doing it.

“Faster. Don’t make me count. Get naked. Now.” His pace quickened. The clothes flew off and humbly, he nestled himself on his knees at the side of the bed.

“Yes, Goddess?” He asked, still completely confused by my intentions. My right hand circled over his clean-shaven head in a loving, nurturing way that seemed to change my demeanor into a sweet, innocent little angel. He was clearly studying my face for any sign of what I had in mind, and he seemed open to it. It was at that moment I knew I could hypnotize him to do absolutely anything for me. I carefully guided my lips into a flirtatious smile, vigilant in making sure there was no sign of my deeper ulterior motives. And yet… every now and then, I’d reveal a little twinkle in my eye as if I were carrying a little secret. This time, I was.

“Maurice, my love,” I said, touching his lips and drawing an imaginary string down his jawline, “You’ll do anything for me.” I carefully crafted my head to sway with my words, like a hypnotic pendant. “My eyes, my voice, are all you know.” My words began to scatter, rolling around like marbles on hardwood, “I am hypnotizing you with my perfectness.”

His eyes began to get droopy and heavy… a sign I’ve done hypnosis on him hundreds of time. “And you are falling deeper now,” and his eyes grew heavier, “and sleep.” I snapped my fingers and he fell to the ground, naked and vulnerable, his legs under his back… and his penis resting comfortably to the left.

I stood up over his body, one leg on either side of him, making sure he could feel the bottom of my ankles against his chest. “Imagine me now, towering over you. Visualize me in your mind with your eyes closed… standing over you… even though you know I’m right here. Know that I am staring at you naked, Maurice. Your body is mine for the taking. The only thing you can do is lie there and picture me standing here in my short, sexy red nightgown. My soft, voluptuous curves are bending the thoughts around your mind, carrying you deeper and deeper into the satin fabric of my voice. All you know is my voice. All you know are my words that you crave each day, growing deeper and deeper. The love you feel for me is now increasing. Try to picture me wearing panties when you know I am not. I’m standing over your face, boy. My words are dangling from my fingertips over your naked body and *tingle*…”

The magic was started. The tingle word. His body began to thrust and jolt on the floor as if he were having an orgasmic seizure, his penis dancing on his stomach, and his chest rising and falling from the carpet. “Tingle!” I said again… the perfect trigger that instantly increases his arousal by… not 10, not 20, but 100 times. “Tingle!” I said again, watching his body convulse in what appeared to be a combination of pain to ultra-sensitive nerves and ecstasy for sexual attention.

I waited a few minutes until his body relaxed, then sat on the edge of the bed with one of my feet on his face and the other on his cock.

“As you feel both of your heads connecting with my feet, so will your brain connect with the love of my words. You are falling deeper and deeper in love with this feeling I am giving you. There is no interpretation for the power I have over you, no language which could describe the impact my feet have over you… there is only trust and love. It feels so good to surrender to not knowing what I have in store for you, only that it will change our lives. From this day forward, you are no longer a boy but a strong, virile man. Your power is beautifully strong, and because you grow stronger under my control, you are going to channel that strength into a magical white bag.”

His eyelids rolled up and to the left, which let me know he was visualizing right on schedule. There is a peace that flows over me when I watch him become hypnotized.

“Sleep deeper,” I said. His eyes fell southwest, and his whole body shifted with the sinking of the floor.

“Imagine that magical white bag in your mind as though it’s the same level as your belly button. This is where you carry your strength, your honor, your valor, your animal instincts…. This magical white bag holds all your toughness, your force where you can resist any attack… this bag is small but holds an infinite amount of built-up pressure and energy. I want you to place everything into this bag that represents the absence of softness or sentimentality. Place your pride in here. Place your lust in here. Place your name in here. Place any aspects of your being in here.”

His stomach began to slightly expand with his breath, as if communicating with me that he was indeed adding more and more to his magical white bag.

“Now I’m going to place my hand on yours and I will help you stand up. With your eyes remaining closed… lie down on my bed on your back. You will continue to be in a deep state of hypnosis.” I leaned down, interlocked my fingers with his, and assisted him into the right position on the bed. “Lift your head and fall deeper,” I said, propping two pillows under his neck… before watching him sink deeply into them.

“You are now even more *deeply relaxed* than before. Deeply Relaxed.” He was very conditioned to my usage of that trigger and melted twice as deep into his subconscious state.

“Very good. That’s right. So comfortable and relaxed. And your cock wants to be relaxed too but my voice is exciting it.” I watched his penis jump… just a little twitch as if traveling into a universal sexual awakening. His breath was becoming heavier and heavier, breathing to the harmonious sound of my hypnosis.

“Continue to picture that white magical bag level with your stomach holding all your strength, all your power, all your determined energy and force. There is no resistance in your bag, only strength and uncompromising power. Now take this white bag and begin to move it down your body with your mind. Guide it down, down, down, deeper down… down so that this bag of energy and strength is resting inside your testicles. This is where your strength lies now. This is the place for it. Give your sacks of fury permission to contain this massive power by reminding them I control your pleasure. Your pleasure is in your cock. Your cock is in my pleasure. Your power bows before my glorious splendor.” His cock began to twitch and harden, throbbing with each word. His lips parted, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. His chest growing more and more excited. Yes, this is how I like my man.

“I am going to fuck you now. And you are going to lie there, still and quiet, under my hypnosis and imagine the woman who created the universe sitting down on your infinite power. I am God. I am the Goddess who created your cock for my pleasure,” I crawled up on top of him and placed his brain into my pussy and began to rock my hips, “I control you, Maurice. I control your penis. I control your powerful testicles. You’re here to satisfy my every need.”

His mouth opened wider as his arousal multiplied. His toes curled back every time I practiced my Kegels.

“You are deeply hypnotized and you are going to impregnate me,” His cock hardened… I went on. “You want this more than anything in the world, don’t you, my strong man…”

“Yes, Goddess…” he whispered, his mouth dry and hot from arousal.

“You are going to give me your sperm. Right now I am speaking to your testicles. Be wild! Be fire! Be ready to charge! My power is becoming stronger and stronger as your magic bag becomes a magnet for my ripe egg. There is no resisting this energetic force. Opposites attract. Your strength needs to surrender completely by transferring into my body. All you can do is surrender into the knowing you want this, you need this… and you crave this control I have over you.”

I gripped tighter around his cock, rocking faster and faster. I could feel my own arousal increasing as the brain within my ovaries summoned the strength of his balls. As I brought myself closer to closer to orgasm on his paralytic hypnotized body, I leaned forward and brought my breasts over his face and clenched my pussy tight around his cock.

With just enough time to sputter my famous, recognized hands-free orgasm trigger at the right moment of climax, I whispered, “Jackpot.”

He let out a gasp of what sounded like arousal, shock, intense relief, and obedient force. My orgasm, while mostly silent, most certainly left a wet spot on the bed bigger than a human body. “Now awake, and open your eyes.”

After bouncing off of him and repositioning myself on the adjacent, clean bed, I glanced over at him and smiled. He blinked his deer-shocked eyes really big, speechless. And then he blinked again. And again. I’ll never forget the sight of his open mouth stuck to the thought of what just happened.

I stood up and winked. “It’s a good thing we already met your family.”