or Jack and Wendy Will Beat Your Ass You Until You Come
Trilby is a hypno-fetishist. Hypnosis has always been something I have been both interested in and conflicted about. I’m a skeptic. This isn’t just a statement about my not taking capital “T” Truths at face value, it is actually a philosophical and a political stance that greatly effects how I look at the world.
The things I’ve read about hypnosis were often inconclusive, ambivalent or simply too vague to verify.
I met Trilby a while ago and I was fascinated from our first conversation about hypnosis and specifically erotic hypnosis. The idea of controlling someone, specifically their sexual reactions, has always been one of my biggest kinks. Not to mention the fact that Trilby was bright, cute and hysterically funny.
Trilby is also one of the only people I’ve ever met in person who frequented MCStories.com, a pretty old school repository of hypnosis and other mind control themed erotica.
I had mentioned a few times to Trilby that I wanted to learn more about hypnosis and at one point she mentioned that she might like to get caned.
This is one of the things about my new and growing circle of friends that I love. The friendly, fun, non-drama negotiation of play. Not dating, not friends with kinky benefit, just friends who play. Play, not as a separate activity than friendship, but as an extension of it.
But I am over-explaining this, let’s get the to the wet panties and funny noises part.
Now, this story of hypnosis and kink could be intense and serious or light hearted and playful, but one thing was added to the equation that made it ridiculous (in a good way) and epic.
That one thing was Wendy Blackheart.
Wendy was one of the first sex bloggers I ever met in person, during that year and a half or so since I started all this craziness.
Funny story, Wendy and I found each other on OKCupid and then found each other’s blogs. Neither of us really read each other’s blogs, because we are both a little self absorbed.
We met for drinks, both thinking we would top the other one and maybe fuck. When we met we both realized neither of these things would ever happen.
We then proceeded to freak out the patrons of Hop Devil by loudly discussing fisting techniques.
Since then Wendy and I have become good friends. We are pleather siblings and we still constantly try and top each other. She also tends to try and undress my girlfriend whenever they are in the same room, which has caused me to occasionally squirt her with a water bottle, as one would reprimand a naughty cat.
But I digress.
Trilby, Wendy and I all found ourselves at the same party. We started talking and before we knew it we were in a private room and Trilby was being put under.
The problem was, although Wendy was able to put Trilby under, she had no idea what to do with her once she was laying there, open to suggestion.
“Tell her she is very aroused!” I whispered.
Wendy told her and then gave her a trigger word so that she could put her into a trance anytime that night.
Trilby awoke, a little giddy, a little touchy feely. I was still skeptical, but no matter the actual mechanism, Trilby was aroused and Wendy and I did that.
Thus I smiled and reveled in a new power.
Wendy, for all of her awesomeness, was at a disadvantage, because she was both not particularly into girls and unable to perform her most enjoyed activities due to the rules of the party (i.e. no penetration). I, once again, stepped up with some ideas.
“Tell her that every time someone touches her ass she will get more and more aroused and every time someone hits her ass it is like her clitoris is being stimulated.”
Wendy’s eyes lit up. The commands were entered into poor Trilby’s brain. We then led her out into the main room of the party, accidentally brushing her ass the whole way.
She was deliciously dizzy in the crowded room. I looked around and saw a couple kissing in the corner as naked breasts rubbed together. A young man flicked his partner’s nipples with a wooden skewer. A woman assessed a collared boy kneeling before her.
Eventually, after mingling a bit, Wendy, Trilby and I ended up on the couch. Wendy put Trilby over her lap and both of us gave Trilby some light little swats on her ass. Trilby writhed in pleasure and then let out a yep of shock.
“Whoa! What the heck?”
Wendy and I laughed and then Wendy put her out again.
I stared down at Trilby’s prone form. She was only wearing a pair of lacy boycut panties and knee high socks. She was breathing heavy and waiting for commands.
“Tell her that if she is hit on her ass with any implement it would feel like she was being penetrated by a penis. Also if she is spanked long enough the arousal would build and build and she will have a powerful orgasm.”
Who knew if it would work? Still Wendy and I patted and smoothed Trilby’s bottom as she purred under our hands. Wendy started spanking her randomly as I started to spank her with hard, well placed strikes.
Trilby moaned and writhed, as I reached over and got the wooden brush I brought. A few smacks with that had her moaning loudly. I switched to the crop and carefully aimed blows at one cheek, while Wendy spanked the other.
Trilby’s body was tightening now. She had one of those body types where her waist and chest were somewhat small, but her hips and ass flared out. This made for a lovely place to spank.
As Wendy went a little crazy with the spanking I got the cane. I knew she didn’t have that high of a pain tolerance and already I had found myself pulling back as her face went from ecstasy to wincing hurt.
A little bouncing of the cane on her bottom, followed by a few good hits when she was ready. I got enough to give me that lovely little feeling I get in my chest when I see those red and white lines the cane leaves.
Then the spanking started in earnest. I tried to focus on the center of her butt, almost low enough to be spanking her sex. I knew the vibrations would reverberate down.
Trilby, consciously or subconsciously, realized this new barrage was building to a climax, thus her body started building to one as well.
She squirmed and moaned and as we spanked her in quick rhythmic succession she tensed and buried her face in the pillows of the couch.
Of course that wasn’t good enough for Wendy and I.
We let Trilby calm, but continued with our little pats and rubbing. Soon the rhythm was back and Trilby was coming again.
I think we took her up and down again before finally cuddling with her and soothing her.
Wendy put her back down and removed the trigger and the suggestions.
We all giggled and glowed at the fun.
I went back to play with others, but the scene stayed in my head. That control, over someone’s arousal, over someone’s reactions and even their senses. It clicked.
Thus a new interest was added to my list of obsessions.