Lavage de cerveau et style cow-girl dans les bois par votre Hypnotic meilleur ami || Jeu de rôle audio

Mmm. Wow. Smelled that fresh lake wind. Man, this is worth it. Yeah. 7 miles of hiking and now you're right. We are just in time for the sunset. I will never, ever doubt your planning again. Hey, do you wan toa lay down here in the sand and watch it? I mean, it looks pretty comfy. Oh, you're not sure? Well, fine. I'll just try it out for myself. M. Oh. I guess I'm right. It's nice and soft. Come on. Come join me. We just hiked 7 miles, and you're gonna say no to getting dirty in the sand? Just add a layer of grime to the sweat. It's fine. Good. Glad that your standards of comfort are lowering. Hmm. You know, it feels pretty great to be out of the city. I mean, and to see you again. But I'm so glad that we're out of those stuffy apartments. And so glad that we're out here together to have some quality time with no traffic noises, no work, no phone reception, no pigeons. I think we deserved this break, don't you? We've certainly waited long enough for it. But this trip has been a while when the making. It's been like a year, right? Yeah. Well. Hmm, let's see. It's been. I think it was last March. That's about when we saw each other last, right? Yeah. Remember we were grabbing coffee when all this news started breaking and I suggested we just get out of the city before it hit. Man, to think it's been a year. But I don't think you've changed at all. Yeah, you haven't. You're still as cute as ever and'still as easy to embarrass. Hey, just relax. It's you and me and no one else to judge us. So take a chill pill. Oh, you're not embarrassed? What's would that look then? I know the sun's setting, but you look a shade more red than you usually do. Okay. Okay. Don't worry. I'll ease off. It's okay. I know it's hard for you to take a compliment, especially for me, but, hey, um, why don't you let me help you chill out a little? I've got a good idea. How? Well, my friend, I've been practicing some new relaxation techniques. Yeah, I know, a little out of character, but don't make fun of me. It's not yoga. It's this thing called guided meditation. Well, at least that's what it started as. Don't act surprised. Like I said, meditating seems out of my scope, but I've been cooped up in my apartment for a whole fucking year with barely any company. What do you expect me to do with my free time? Learn to crochet? Bake? Sourdough? Actually do the crossword? I did all of those, and I got bored. So just let me show you what I've been working on. Let me try it out. I know you're usually so cautious and careful, but live a little. Let me do this one thing for you. Yeah? Yeah. Okay. Thanks. Now, what I want for you to do for me in order for any of us to work, is lay your head back. Yeah. On the ground like that. And listen. Listen to everything around you, to the sound of the shore, the forest behind us, my voice. And while you listen, just take a deep breath in. And out. And another deep, deep breath in. And out. And another. While you look up at this sky for me, just find yourself listening to my voice and try your best to follow my words while you look at the sky and breathe in. Out. Good. Good boy. Oh, don't mind me. Just listen to my voice and feel your body relaxing. Now, your calves, your thighs, feeling them. Become relaxed and keep breathing deeply for me. As your hips and your lower back start to loosen and unwind. Let them go limp. Let them relax. Listen to my voice and feel your chest, your upper back, your shoulders. Feel each of them releasing their tension with each new inhalation and exhalation. Breathe in this fresh air and breathe out any stress or tension. Breathe in and listen to my voice and breathe out any thoughts and feel yourself becoming lighter. That's it. Good boy. Keep breathing. Keep becoming lighter. As you watch the clouds in the sky drift slowly above us. Your breath is slowly pushing yourself up towards them, up with every inhalation and exhalation. Hu. Lighter. Lighter. More empty. Empty. Light as a feather just being buffeted by the wind, just like those clouds. Yes, you. Your mind is drifting along with those clouds away, drifting away into the dazzling sunset. Do you see what a pretty color it is, how it'changed slowly since we've gotten here and since you started looking? Yeah. Gradually fading from one hue into the next and might where it's melting together just as smoothly as those hues, just as slowly as you are ascending easily, captivating you with my words. You just want to listen because my words keep you from drifting off too far. Don't you want to listen, my good boy? sh quiet now. No thoughts left. Just my voice in the sky and your lofty head so far up there amongst those fluffy clouds. Feels so wonderful to be so empty, to let your mind become so light, so airy, so at peace that you could simply float away if I weren't here tethering you. The sounds of the lake, they bring you back, too, murmuring to both of us, lapping at the shore that we're resting on. Those gentle waves want to pull us into the water, want to drag you back down. In fact, the sun does too. You see it setting, don't you? You see the sky darkening. Don't worry, my good boy. You can still float with me. But we'll just need to descend so we can float together. And the water, so sink down, down, down, down. There's no harm in sinking. No harm in letting go to my voice and joining me in the lake. No harm in obeying me or the sunset or the waves. All these things, well, they inspire the sensation in you. You know the one. It's drowsiness, but more pleasant, more empty. You know that it makes like that brief moment where you're suspended in time before you fall asleep, or you're drifting in and out of control of yourself. And the further down you go, the further down you go, the further you sink down with me. Oh, the longer you're losing control, the longer you are losing consciousness, because, well, my words, they're tethering you down, anchoring you, keeping you here with me. Dragg you down deep and dosscil these. Well, this deepness, it's so pleasant, it's easy. And you really don't have to hold back your feelings. There's no thoughts to fight. You just have to listen as you go deeper, as you sink into the water with me, just as we slept below the waves, you will sink deeper and deeper with me as I count from ten to one. Each of these numbers will drag you down just a bit deeper into the depths of the lake. Ten. Just listen now. Nine. No thinking. Just the waves. Just the current. Just my voice. Eight. And of course, the urge to listen. Seven. To listen, to follow me deeper. Six. You want to go deeper. Five. To follow the ebb and the flow, for the current of my voice. Three. Which easily drags you down deeper. Two. Deeper and deeper. Track down by my voice. One. Deep, deep, deep sleep, letting me wash over you. And sleeping, letting your eyes slip closed. And sleep, deep sleep down here in the lake with me, surrounded by water, surrounded by my voice. Kept safe with me as you sink down for me and let go of your mind to me completely. Just accept my words and release your control. Let me guide you deeper down. Now, being my good boy, you've allowed me to coax you down. Down into the bottom of the lake, down into this state. And you can sense that my voice is keeping you safe. Why, you've known me for years, and you've known my voice for just as long. I'm a source of comfort. Someone you can be yourself around. I'm just reliable. You know me as well as the water knows these shores, the bottom of this lake, as well as the sun knows the sky and the clouds sen in. So you are safe. You are protected. You'where you belong in your natural state. You are a good boy. And as my good boy, you know what I say is true. Every time you hear those words from my mouth, you shiver with pleasure. Yes. And you discover that you have this desire. The desire to listen. To obey. Good boy. You're my good boy. You want to listen. You want to obey. Hmm? These words. Yes'some? Of the most beautiful words you've heard out of my mouth. When you hear me say good boy, you feel yourself become more compliant. You also feel yourself getting sleepy. Docile, even. Good boy. Compliant. Docile. Sleepy. All for meen. I can help you feel this as often as you want. You know it feels good. And I can ingrain the sensation within you. Allow you to re access it whenever you want. This relaxation is completely blissful and mindless slumber. Well, you can come back when I want you to. All you need in order to return here is the sound of my voice saying the words, good boy, sleep. Accompanied by a snap. When you hear good boy, sleep, you will obey and. And slip back down into this deep, deep trance, into this blank slate, into the deep lake where we are safe here together. It will happen just as easily as it did now. In fact, even easier. You'll find yourself quickly sinking down into the depths of my voice and to relaxation and sleep. Whenever I, and only I say, good boy, sleep. When you hear it, you'll go completely blank and you will have the need to listen again. The desire to obey, to be compliant, to be docile and sleepy. You'll need to follow my voice, to follow me, dragging you down deep into the lake. Your mind will grow to be simple and pliable for me. Your eyes will slip closed and you'll wait to hear my commands, to hear my wishes of you. You will be happy to obey, ready to comply. For you're my good boy. Mine. My darling boy. Just as the shore you're lying on belongs to the depths of this lake. Just as the beautiful colors of the sky belong to the sun. You wouldn't have this any other way. And neither would I. It's simply our nature. But as it is with nature, the sun must set and the moon must pull the tide away. So together we will return to shallower waters, my good boy. But I want you to let this suggestion, these commands, this state of mind, termain a secret within you. A natural switch to be flipped by my words. It will remain without your awareness. You will not remember. Good boy, sleep. Or good boy, you will not remember the words that I have spoken. You will solely know their effect on you and your mind. Once I repeat them, and only then, unless I say otherwise, they will remain deeply ingrained within you. But only my voice will bring them in this beautiful, vulnerable sensation, back to the surface to be my good boy again. So let this pleasant memory be pulled back into you beyond your consciousness and prepare for my words to rouse you from your slumber. Until I tell my good boy to sleep again, I will count back up to ten and you will feel my hand on your arm, shaking you awake from what you believe is a brief nowap. One. My voice was simply too effective. Two. It made you so tired. Three. But now I am waking you back up. Four. Returning control to you. Five. As if it had never left. Six. Your thoughts are still a little sluggish. Seven. As you are awakening from slumber. Eight. But nothing that I induced. Just a brief, relaxing nap. Nine. Short and restful. But now it's time to. Ten. Wake up. Hey. Hey, wake up. Hey. Hey, you. Wakey, wakey. I guess the hike out pier wore you out. Or maybe I'm a bona fide meditative guru and my relaxation foo was a bit more effective than you thought it'd be. Yeah, well, I think it was the hike, too. You passed out so quickly, you missed the best part of the sunset. The colors were beautiful. And, well, I kept thinking how I wish you were awake so we could skip rocks together. But you just look so peaceful and tranquil while you were sleeping. Maybe tomorrow. I mean, yeah, it is getting a little late for it. I mean, it's getting dark and a little chilly. Thankfully, the walk back to the campsite is short. It's just like, what, a couple dozen steps? U but I did forget the headlamps in the pack, so we should head back before the light fades, right? Okay, let's go. Oh, my God. I'm so glad that we set up camp as soon as we got here. Those hot dogs were so good. I mean, I know hot dogs aren't necessarily a step up from an actual night out, but I wouldn't trade hiking and hot dogs for anything. Yeah, I would have hated to have to build that tent in the dark. Well, for you to have to build it in the dark. Oh, I know, I know. You say you don't need instructions, but I saw you catching a look of them while I was building the fire. Oh, man, it's gonna feel so good to lay down. I think I'm ready to just get in the tent and sleep. Aren't you? Yeah. Okay. Well, we're here, so do you mind tossing some water on the campfire while I go get ready? Thanks. Oh, you're done already? Yeah, I'm decent. You can come in. Yeah, I know. This is your sleeping bag. Well, turns out I forgot mine must have gone missing. No, don't be mad. There's plenty of room in yours. Come on. Just crawl in the tent and close it behind you. Don't let the cold in. What? What's with the face? Ugh. This sports bra is more modest than some of the swimsuits you've seen me in, so this isn't a big deal. No, no, I'm not putting that sweaty hiking shirt back on. Be honest. You don't want to sleep in yours either. You're kind of stinky. Not in a bad way, though. Just in a musky, smoky, foresty way. If you think you're sleeping on the tarp without the padding, then you don't know me. No way. If you're really that afraid of my cooties, I'll be the one doing that. Yeah, you don't think I'll get out right now and sleep there. You think you're calling a bluff, and I'll just get out of the sleeping bag and. Yeah, I don't have my shorts on. So what? Ugh. We've been through this already. It's like a bathing suit, except it's not nylon. I'm tired, exhausted. Aren't you? Don't you want to just lay down in your sleeping bag? So whatt if I'm in it, too? Plus, it's. It's getting cold. Please, let's just cuddle. I don't care if it's my own fault that I'm cold. The best source of warmth isn't sweaty hiking clothes anyway. It's body heat. So just get in here and warm me up already. Please. Just here. Okay. It is a little small. I mean, if we're laying shoulder to shoulder like this, it is. But let's lay on our sides. Isn't that the best way to share body heat anyway? Here, just. Just get closer. Like, give me. Give me your arm. Just spoon me, will you? H yes. Thank you. I'm okay with your arm there. And you're okay with my legs here. Right. Then we're fine. It's. It's pretty comfy, right? You do smell musky. You both smell a little like the fire, I guess. But that's okay. At least we're warm. And it's nice to be this close after such a long time to feel your body against me. I actually feel really great. Don't you? I'm. I gotta confess, I didn't bring my sleeping bag on purpose. I just wanted to spend as much time with you as I could. As close to you as I could. No, no, you're fine. Just stay still. I. I feel like there's something we haven't really talked about. And I don't know if there's any other way to go about it but to kiss you. Hey. What? No. Come on. Just calm down. It was only a kiss. Whoop. Yeah, a pretty naked kiss. But it was just a peck. An innocent, quick u. No. Nope. You know what? Good boy. Sleep. That's right. Good boy. Sleep. Sleep for me, honey. Just sleep. Be my good boy and relax. Feel yourself sinking right back down down, down, down feel those waves pulling you into the water again feel it just coalescing around you feel yourself sinking down for me feel me and my words all around you as you sink down, down, down good boy. Back down deep relax. No more fighting no more holding on to that stubborn streak of yours release control again as you slip back under the waves back down into that wonderful state where you are just sinking, sinking and sinking your thoughts setting on the horizon just like the sun for me no more light. No more thoughts. No more protests. None. Just the night. Just my voice and my body against yours. Just your breathing evening out and your body heavy and tired from the long day of hiking. Just your body. Your mind is off. My voice is on. That switch has been flipped. Good boy. Sleep. Listen to me now hear me and accept my words as all there is youe so tired of, so sleepy and your head is spinning from the tone of my words from the proximity of my body from the touch of my soft skin on yours what you've been avoiding for years is here, right here in front of you. Now roll onto your back for me. Good, bo. It's just you and me. I can't let you deny this any longer. It's getting painful. I've been waiting for so long for you to just. No, I won't let you put it off. You can't refuse to acknowledge your attraction for me. I'm not going to let you. You. You're my good boy. You belong with me. You're in my arms now. You feel me around you the way that you've dreamed of it happening. The warmth of my body, my scent surrounding you, my voice and your ears in all of these sensations send you deeper, my darling boy. Years. It's been years and years of waiting, of dancing around each other, of appreciating each other's bodies when the other isn't looking. Of you being intoxicated by my pheromone. Of you smelling my hair when we hugged hello and goodbye. Yes, I noticed. And now my voice silencing all of those doubts that kept you from holding me as tightly as I held you in those moments. Yes. It feels so good to float here for me as you sink, sink down deeper, deep intonosis, deeper into trance. Yes. That guided meditation, it was just a nice little trap I laid for you. One where you wouldn't be able to escape, that you wouldn't be able to rationalize out of confessing. Yes. Now. Now you're my good boy. And my good boy is hard. Yeah, I know. I know that you're primal. That your cock just stiffened when you felt my thighs and my ass rubbing back against you earlier. I can see you. I know what you want, what you need, really. I've always been able to. But darling, seeing you lying here so dazed and helpless and sleepy, I'm not going to be able to stop myself. I want to see how far I can take this. How far I can take you. Let me unzip you. And the sleeping bag is damned thing. It's not cold anyway. You're just too gullible. Now, what I've been waiting for. This is what I've wanted. This is what I've waited for. For you to show me this hard, throbbing cock. This needy muscle, ready for me, aching for me. It's so engorged for me. I wanted you to show it to me, to give it to me. And you'waited for this too. I know you have. I could always see it in your body language, in your eyes. But this cock, my good boys cock. It looks so delicious. Sot. And now that you're blank, empty, mindless, obedient, you'll let me play with you? I've always wanted to touch you here, to have you and now. Now I do. I possess you. This cock, which has been on my mind for years, is mine. This cock is mine. Yeah, you're mine. You're a good boy. And because you're mine, I can make you feel whatever I want. Yes. When I say good boy, you feel that desire, that pleasure that I mentioned earlier, right? It'going to grow now. Each time I say good boy, you're going to feel your cocksswell. Just a little bit more. You'll feel yourself twitching for me. You know that you've wanted me and to finally be mine. Well, it's a wet dream come true. So your body's reaction to my voice and my instruction will reinforce just how pleasurable it is to belong to me. Good boy. I can see your pulse is your heart and your cock. For me, well, they were both mine anyway. Mine. Oh, mine. The way you're twitching really makes me want to suck you off. But I just u. My pussy got so wet when I felt your coulk against my thigh. Now it's even wetter. Fuck it. I'veoited so long that I need you now. And you, you're too deep now. The pleasure of my hand just sent my good boy. Oh, so deep. And the sound of my voice helped. And I'm overwhelming you, making any probability of thought impossible. I'm on you now. Above you. If you could open your eyes and awaken from your slumber, you would see me. My panties pulled aside, your cock just below my cunt. Me. The very image of the sun, you, the lake that I'm setting over. I think it just sends you deeper to see me like this. Your cock. Oh, the tip. It feels so good against my entrance. I haven't fucked it so long. Yeah, and I'm just gonna grind against you a little. That mindless state you're in. Yeah, it's all because of that mindfulness that I've been reading up on. No, it's not meditation and it's hypnosis. You're hypnotized? Sure, I started out innocent, but the more I searched online, more I looked for guided meditations, the kinkier I got, the more that I thought of you. Turning you into this mindless, obedient fuck toy for me, of hypnotizing you to feel this pleasure and to admit what's behind it. Those emotions that make you fall deeper into this trance. I know you know that. Make you know that. Make you realize that you're really mine. Yeah. Do you know how much I've needed your cock? Do you know how many scenarios I've come up with in my mind. To the point of raping you? To show you just how badly you need me? To force you to admit it? You don't. You don't. You don't know how badly I've needed. No, you can't blame me. As I slide down around you. You're just as desperate to remain transance as I am. To finally feel inside of me. Yes. Oh, you're good, boy. Your cook feels too good. Good boy. Sleep. That's it. Feel my pussy squeeze around you. And feel my ass touching your thighs. Though I wish you had the nerve to grab my ass cheeks and to hide them up and down. I don't mind guiding your cock. I don't mind taking control. And I really, actually enjoy forcing you to realize this. That we belong together. That we'll be together. We have to be together. You're mine. And you have been the whole time. The moment you smiled at me, I knew. I knew you belonged to me. You were just so nice. Too nice. Too afraid to mess up. So let me do all the hard work and take those thoughts away. Let me make you relax. Look me fuck you myself. My good boy. Your coc feels better than I thought it would. Does my pussy feel as good as you imagined? Is it even better? Yes. I feel you twitching. I want you to let your pleasure show for me. While you sleep. While you're deep under. I want you to moan for me. Yes. Yes, my good boy. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you wanted. The good boy. Good boy. You love the way this feels. You love my good boy loves me. I'care whether you're the one saying it or not. We both know it's true. You love me. You love me. You love me. And now that we're here in the middle of the woods with my cunts slide up and down your coc. With your inhibitions sever. You can't deny it any longer. Do you think you can keep yourself from saying it after this? No. No, you won't. You'll be telling me how much you love me every day from this moment on. My gosh, boy. Your coc belonged to me the moment we met. But now you're not going to do anything other than except it. Come inside of me. That's what good boys want is what we both want. This pleasure. This total sense of belonging. You are made for me, my good boy. You want to belong to me. You want be my partner, to wake up next to me. Every morning. To hold my hand. One my together. To fuck like Bunny. You want't be my good boy? Yeah. Fuck. I feel you throbbing. I feel you so close to coming inside of me. And you need to. You need to for me. Good boys come, don't they? Good boys come. Come for me. Forget your nerves and become my good boy. Y yeah. Yeah. Let go and give in to your nature. No more thinking. Act. Become my horny animal. Hump up into me. On and. No. Hold on. I'm close. I'm close. I can come with you. I love hearing you. I love hearing your moans. Moan louder from me, please. Your voice. You're such a good boy. Good bo. I want you to say that you love me. You come. Say it. Say it. Scream it if you have to. Let me hear your devotion. Me. Let me feel you becoming my good boy. Fuck, yes. That's my good boy. Spread it all out. That's my good boy. Fuck. Fuck up into me. Yes. U. Yes. Look. Yeah. Z. That's my good boy. Yes. Yes. Yes. Go, damn it. I love you too. Me feel my fussy up do to all of your're coming me. No more denying it. You love is pussy. You love me. Oh my God. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. What a good boy. You're such a good boy. Yes. That worked even better than I thought it would. So good. Fuck. Sh. Sleep now. Sleep. Sleep, good boy. Sleep. Just sleep for me. No thinking. You're too tired. Your body so exhausted from all of this. From hiking, from fucking. You're so tired. You need rest. You need sleep. Sh. I'll take care of you. I'll be here. Just listen to the woods. Listen to my breathing. Let your body relax and let. This would be the last night we spend as friends. In the morning, we'll wake up and look at each other for the first time as partners. You'll know what we are to each other. You'll remember this, all of it. The hypnosis, the fucking. The amazing way you felt for me. And you'll know that you didn't need to be hypnotized in order to feel any of it. You'll tell me your feelings yourself. Without any trance, no tricks, nothing. When you wake up, you'll be in control of yourself once more. But for now, we're both so tired. Just sleep. You're my good boy, my partner. We belong together. You're such a good boy. You're so sleepy. Sleep for me. Sleep for me. Likeee. Sh. I love. Love.