Mia Larsen
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Kept as a pet (Hypnotic story)
🕑 Added 2025-11-13 15:00:08 +0000 UTCIt all started in the dimly lit corners of the internet, where fantasies whispered through forums dedicated to the art of hypnosis. Lisa, a confident 28-year-old with striking violet hair that shimmered like amethyst under light, framing her sharp features and piercing green eyes, had been lurking in these spaces for years. She was a natural dominant, her voice a velvet command that could ensnare minds with just a few carefully chosen words. Jennifer, on the other hand, was a shy 25-year-old with pretty white hair that flowed like fresh snow, soft and ethereal, underscoring her wide-eyed innocence and the untouched purity of her desires. She had stumbled upon the forum during a late-night search for something—anything—to quench the restlessness in her soul. Hypnosis intrigued her; the idea of surrendering control made her pulse quicken in ways she couldn't quite explain.
Their first interaction was innocuous enough. Jennifer posted a tentative question about beginner hypnosis techniques, her words laced with curiosity and a hint of vulnerability. Lisa responded with a private message, her tone warm yet authoritative: "Darling, hypnosis is about trust and letting go. If you'd like, I can guide you through a simple session sometime." Jennifer's heart raced as she typed back, her fingers trembling on the keyboard. They exchanged messages for hours that night, sharing stories of their lives—Lisa's job as a graphic designer in a bustling city, Jennifer's quiet existence as a librarian in a small town. There was an instant spark, a magnetic pull that drew Jennifer deeper into Lisa's world, her pretty white hair often tucked behind her ear as she leaned closer to the screen, mesmerized by Lisa's confident prose.
As days turned into weeks, their online chats evolved into video calls. Jennifer found herself utterly captivated by Lisa's violet hair, how it caught the light and seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, matching the intensity of her piercing green eyes and the way her lips curved into a knowing smile. Lisa would tease her gently, dropping subtle suggestions that made Jennifer's cheeks flush beneath her pale, innocent features. "Imagine my voice wrapping around your thoughts, pulling you under," Lisa would say, her words slow and deliberate. Jennifer confessed her inexperience, her secret longing to submit, and Lisa reveled in it, nurturing that budding desire like a flame. One evening, during a call, Lisa proposed their first real hypnosis session. "Close your eyes, pet," she murmured, her voice a soothing lullaby that wrapped around Jennifer like a warm embrace.
Jennifer obeyed without hesitation, her eyelids fluttering shut as her pretty white hair fell softly across her shoulders. Lisa began the induction with meticulous care, her tone dropping to a rhythmic cadence designed to erode resistance layer by layer. "Breathe in deeply now, Jennifer, feel the air filling your lungs, cool and calming. As you exhale, let go of the tension in your body, starting from your toes—feel them growing heavy, relaxed, sinking into the floor." Jennifer's breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling in sync with Lisa's words. "Now, move up to your calves, your knees, your thighs—each muscle softening, melting away like wax under a gentle flame. Your hips, your stomach, your chest... all so heavy, so relaxed." Lisa's voice wove deeper, painting vivid imagery: "Imagine a spiral staircase before you, each step glowing with a soft, inviting light. With every word I speak, you take a step down, deeper into relaxation, deeper into my control. One step... two... three... feeling the world above fading away, your thoughts quieting like whispers in the wind."
As Jennifer descended mentally, Lisa intensified the suggestions, targeting her subconscious vulnerabilities. "Deeper now, pet, so deep that my voice is the only thing that matters. Feel it echoing in your mind, wrapping around your will like silken vines, pulling you closer to me. You trust me, don't you? That trust makes you feel safe, warm, aroused even— a gentle heat building between your thighs as you surrender." Jennifer's lips parted in a soft gasp, her body responding instinctively, a flush creeping up her neck. Lisa pressed on, breaking her gently: "Every resistance you have crumbles now, like sandcastles under the tide. You crave this depth, this submission to me. It makes you weak, needy, desperate to please. Feel your mind opening wide, accepting my words as truth— you are mine, Jennifer, and that thought sends shivers of pleasure through you." By the end, Jennifer was in a profound trance, her innocent white hair splayed like a halo, her body limp yet tingling with erotic energy. When Lisa brought her up, counting slowly from one to ten, Jennifer emerged changed—more open, more devoted, her eyes shining with unspoken adoration.
The session was electric, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each subsequent encounter. Jennifer fell hard, confessing her love in a tearful message one rainy afternoon. "I think about you all the time. You've awakened something in me." Lisa's reply was tender yet possessive: "And I you, my sweet girl. You're mine now." Their bond deepened rapidly; Jennifer's pretty white hair became a symbol of her purity, which Lisa delighted in corrupting gently through hypnosis.
They began sharing more intimate experiences online. Lisa would hypnotize Jennifer regularly, each session pushing boundaries a little further with exquisite detail. In one, Lisa started with progressive muscle relaxation again, but layered in sensory overload: "Feel my words like fingers tracing your skin, starting at your scalp, tangling in your pretty white hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp. Down your neck, your shoulders, your arms—each touch electric, heightening your sensitivity." Jennifer moaned softly, her body arching. Lisa broke her will methodically: "Now, imagine a wall in your mind, built of doubts and fears. With each breath, I chip away at it—crack by crack, it weakens. You feel it falling, don't you? Exposing your core, raw and vulnerable to me. Surrender to that exposure; it arouses you, makes you wet, aching for my command." She implanted a trigger word—"surrender"—that made Jennifer's knees weaken and her core throb with need. "Say it for me," Lisa commanded during a call, and Jennifer whispered it, gasping as waves of pleasure coursed through her, her innocence fracturing under the weight of her desire.
They role-played scenarios: Jennifer as a helpless maiden, her white hair a beacon of purity, Lisa as the enchantress with violet locks binding her with invisible chains. The eroticism built slowly, sensitively—Lisa always checked in, ensuring Jennifer's comfort, her aftercare as loving as the dominance. Jennifer's submissions grew kinkier; she'd edge herself on camera under Lisa's instructions, denying release until permitted, her moans filling the screen, her pretty white hair matted with sweat as she begged.
Months passed, and their virtual connection demanded more. They decided to meet in person. Jennifer flew to Lisa's city, her heart pounding as she stepped off the plane, her white hair catching the airport lights like a veil of snow. Lisa was there, her violet hair vibrant and commanding, her presence dominating the terminal. They embraced, lips meeting in a hungry kiss that tasted of promise. That first night in Lisa's apartment was a whirlwind of passion. Lisa hypnotized Jennifer right there on the couch, starting with eye fixation: "Stare into my eyes, pet, let the green pull you in like a vortex, swirling deeper, your gaze locked as your mind empties." Jennifer's innocent eyes widened, then softened as trance took hold.
Lisa detailed the descent: "Feel your body growing heavy, eyelids drooping, but you can't look away. Each blink pulls you deeper—ten times deeper with every flutter. Your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind, leaving only my voice, my will." She broke Jennifer further: "Now, pet, feel your independence slipping away, replaced by devotion to me. It excites you, this breaking—your pussy clenching at the thought of being owned. Every suggestion I plant roots deep: you crave my touch, my approval, your body betraying you with heat and wetness." Her hands roamed freely, teasing Jennifer's curves, pinching her nipples until they hardened. Jennifer arched, lost in ecstasy, her white hair fanned out like a surrender flag. They made love slowly, Lisa's dominance gentle yet firm—strapping Jennifer's wrists with silk scarves, whispering suggestions that made her orgasms shatter like glass.
Living apart became unbearable. Jennifer relocated, quitting her job to start anew closer to Lisa. They moved in together, their home a sanctuary of shared secrets. Mornings were lazy, with Lisa waking Jennifer by murmuring hypnotic inductions, guiding her into a submissive haze before breakfast: "Listen to my voice, pet, as it seeps into your sleepy mind, dissolving your will like sugar in tea. Deeper now, feeling the pull, the break—your innocence yielding to my power." Evenings were filled with exploration: bondage with soft ropes that left no marks, sensory play with feathers and ice that made Jennifer whimper, her white hair contrasting against the dark sheets.
One crisp autumn evening, as they lounged on the balcony wrapped in a blanket, Jennifer confessed her deepest fantasy. Her voice was barely above a whisper, her face buried in Lisa's shoulder, her pretty white hair brushing against Lisa's violet strands. "I've... I've been aroused by the thought of being kept as a pet. Like, truly yours—collared, obedient, on all fours sometimes. It sounds silly, but it turns me on so much." Lisa's eyes darkened with intrigue, her hand stroking Jennifer's hair. "Not silly at all, my love. Tell me more." Jennifer poured out her desires: the humiliation mixed with adoration, the freedom in total surrender. Lisa listened intently, her own arousal stirring at the idea.
That night, Lisa prepared a special session. She dimmed the lights, lit candles that flickered like stars, and had Jennifer kneel before her, naked except for a simple collar Lisa had bought just for this, the leather contrasting against her pale skin and white hair. "Look into my eyes," Lisa commanded, her voice a hypnotic melody. Jennifer obeyed, her gaze locking as Lisa began the induction with precision. "Focus on my violet hair, how it frames my face, drawing you in like a spell. Breathe with me— in... out... each breath pulling you deeper, your muscles relaxing from head to toe." Jennifer's body slackened, her innocent features softening.
Lisa deepened the trance methodically: "Imagine a warm light enveloping you, starting at your feet, rising slowly, melting away tension, melting away control. As it reaches your knees, you feel the urge to kneel deeper; at your thighs, a heat builds, arousal stirring. Up to your core, where it pulses, making you ache for submission." She broke Jennifer with targeted suggestions: "Feel your human facade cracking, pet— the innocent girl with white hair giving way to the devoted animal inside. My words shatter your barriers: you long to crawl, to obey, to break completely for me. This breaking arouses you beyond measure, your clit throbbing, your mind emptying of everything but my command." Lisa wove the pet suggestions carefully, sensitively: "You feel the pull of being my pet, don't you? Safe, cherished, aroused by your submission. When I say 'pet mode,' you'll drop to all fours, your mind focused only on pleasing me. You'll crave my touch, my commands, your body responding with heat and need."
The hypnosis deepened, Lisa's hands guiding Jennifer's responses. She tested the trigger gently at first—"pet mode"—and Jennifer sank to her hands and knees, a soft mewl escaping her lips, her white hair cascading forward like a veil. Lisa praised her, stroking her back like a favored animal, her fingers dipping lower to tease Jennifer's wetness. "Good girl. Feel how aroused you are, how right this feels—your innocence fully broken, reformed in my image." Jennifer panted, her hips bucking instinctively, the kink igniting fireworks in her core. Lisa brought her to the edge repeatedly, denying release until Jennifer begged in whimpers. Finally, permission granted, Jennifer climaxed with a cry, her body trembling in blissful obedience.
From that day forward, their Dom-Sub dynamic flourished into something profound. Lisa would invoke "pet mode" during playful evenings, Jennifer crawling to her feet, nuzzling against her legs, her tongue lapping eagerly when commanded, her white hair brushing the floor. It was erotic, detailed in its intimacy—Lisa feeding her treats from her hand, bathing her with luxurious oils, rewarding good behavior with orgasms that left Jennifer quivering. Yet it was sensitive, too; Lisa always ensured aftercare, holding Jennifer close, reminding her of her worth beyond the role. They explored variations: Jennifer leashed for walks around the apartment, her arousal building with each step; hypnotic reinforcements that made her nipples sensitive to Lisa's breath alone.
Their life together was a tapestry of love and kink. Mornings might start with Jennifer in pet mode, fetching Lisa's coffee on all fours, her reward a deep, passionate kiss that evolved into more. Afternoons were for vanilla moments—cooking together, laughing over movies—but evenings belonged to their power exchange. Lisa hypnotized Jennifer often, embedding new triggers: one for instant arousal, another for frozen obedience where she'd pose like a statue, her body a canvas for Lisa's touches. The pet fantasy became a cornerstone, Jennifer confessing how it fulfilled her, made her feel utterly owned yet deeply loved.
Years blended into a harmonious rhythm. They attended kink events discreetly, Jennifer collared and leashed at Lisa's side, her white hair a striking contrast to Lisa's violet, her submission a badge of honor. At home, the dynamic was their secret world—Lisa's commands met with Jennifer's eager compliance, their bodies entwining in sweaty, ecstatic unions. Hypnosis remained the thread binding them, Lisa's voice the key to Jennifer's deepest pleasures, each session a reminder of how beautifully she'd fallen and broken for her. They grew together, their love evolving, always consensual, always hot. In quiet moments, Jennifer would whisper, "I'm yours forever," and Lisa would smile, pulling her close. Happily ever after, in their own twisted, beautiful way.
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Paul Hubbard
Mistress Mia, this is a sweet story ❤️ 💕
