Secret Associations

My soft, weakened mind had been deeply conditioned by endless streams of sissy hypno files, and you knew it. Hypnosis and stockings were my two earliest sexual memories, and currently my strongest fetishes.

You pierced me in your gaze. "Stare," you announced, pointing at your dangling black pump, sheer dark stocking-legs crossed provocatively. I had certainly noticed them with passable discretion, but without hesitation I settled into simply staring. At the heel. The dangling heel.

What happened next was entirely internal, but it was as if you knew and were waiting for it. and that made the effect even more erotic. Standing and staring, watching your heels rhythmically dangling, I began to feel that staring was no longer a choice. It was simply what I did upon command. I had been told to stare, and I did. It was obedience, and the small realization created a pleasant shower of sparks in my head. Slowly the wires began to sizzle where arousal was connected to obedience.

Thinking, in the form of any meaningful resistance, becomes impossible beyond some threshold of arousal. Staring as commanded, I was becoming very aroused. It was too late to realize consciously, but too many sessions of hypno porn had long ago conditioned myself to associate arousal with trance. And the trance had become automatic. Staring. Falling. Staring. Growing weaker. Staring. Obeying. Staring. So aroused.

Simply staring, feeling compelled, and letting it arouse me into docility became a weight I could feel upon the inside of my mind. I simply knew, and knew that you knew, that when I fell to my knees I would be entirely under your control.

Then I knelt, my mind was blank, and I was in bliss...