Meeting Raquel Ch. 05

Note: If you're not into BDSM, you may want to stop reading here. IMO, there aren't enough stories that involve TS/TG/TV and sensual bondage or erotic hypnosis, so I've written my own.

It's been a while since I have posted something with these characters, so I thought that I'd upload another chapter.

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I went to another few hypnotism classes. I finally got the nerve up to ask Raquel to help me practice. She was only too happy to comply.

Hypnosis is actually a way of tricking the mind into focusing itself supremely. The trick is to get the subject to relax enough to allow their mind to accept what you want them to do. It took several tries but I got the hang of it enough to get Raquel into a trance. I didn't try to do anything like she and Tina and I had talked about, such as implanting post-hypnotic triggers, but I did manage to make it pretty quick if I wanted her to go back into her trance.

I'd hypnotized Raquel a few times, and each time it was easier and easier to get her to go into a trance. I used standard imagery to get her there: she was walking down a series of flights of stairs, each representing her willingly going under. She seemed to keep going deeper and deeper every time, to boot. The last time that I'd had her go under, I told her subconscious: "The next time that you hear me say, 'Sleep, Slave Girl,' and snap my fingers, you'll come right back to the place where you are right now. You're completely at peace. Do you understand?"

Her eyes were closed, her arms at her sides as she lay on the couch. Her breathing was very slow and deep. Every time that I hypnotized her, it seemed like the deeper she went, the slower she was to respond to me. I waited a few seconds and heard her answer, "Yes, I understand. You're my...Master, and when...you tell me...to sleep and snap your...fingers, I'll come back...to my room here," as though she were dreaming.

"That's very good. You're being a very good girl, Raquel. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Another long pause: "It's all that I want, Master. I love to serve you and...make you happy and give myself...to you...totally."

I brought her back out of her trance and snapped my fingers to finish the session. Her eyes fluttered open. Raquel's gorgeous body stretched languidly as though she'd just woken up in the morning.

"How do you feel?" I asked as she sat up and faced me.

"I feel more and more rested every time that we do this, Master."

"Good," I replied with a smile. I then commanded, "Sleep, Slave Girl," and snapped my fingers. It was amazing. Her eyes closed, she slumped back on the couch, and dreamily said, "Yes, Master?"

After a few seconds to gather my thoughts, I asked, "Are you back in your room?"

"...Yes, Master."

"So I'm speaking directly with your subconscious again?"

"...Yes, Master."

Wow. This was perfect! She had told me that she wanted to give me as much control as I wanted, but the possibilities were almost endless! My cock had become rock-hard just thinking about it.

I thought for a few moments, just watching her slow, deep breathing.

"Raquel, I want to set up some rules for you."

"...Yes, Master."

"Do you remember anything that happens in your trance once you wake back up?"

"...Only if you want me to, Master."

"Good girl." She smiled broadly. "Unless I tell you otherwise, you won't remember what I tell you when you're here. Is that clear?"

"...Perfectly clear, Master. I will only remember if you want me to."

"Good girl." She smiled again. I asked, "Do you like it when I tell you that you're a good girl?"

"...More than anything else, Master. I love to please you."

"You're very good at it." She smiled again, looking as if she couldn't be more happy or content. "I'm going to tell you a few things. Certain words. They're special words."

"...Special..." she breathed.

"That's right. They're special because when you hear me say them, they're going to do special things to you," I explained.

"...Sounds...fun, Master."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "And you won't even think about why something happens when I say one of these special words. Do you understand?"

"...Not yet, Master."

"Maybe this will help. These special words will always—and only—either be said before or after I say the phrase, 'Slave Girl'."

"...Slave...Girl..."

"That's right. That's how you know that it's a special word. Does that make sense?"

"...Much...more...Master..." She had that same beatific smile.

"What do you think of this idea? Of having special words that let me control you?"

She didn't respond for almost a minute. "...I'm very hard...Master...I want to serve you...my special...words make it...better..." She wasn't kidding, either. She was wearing just a t-shirt and cotton shorts. The shorts had a tent in the front and her nipples were as hard as pebbles.

"That's right. I'm going to tell you the first one. Are you ready?" My cock was about to rip out of my pants.

"...Can't wait, Master...please tell me."

"When you hear my voice saying, 'Get hard for me,' you're going to do just that. Your clit is made of steel after you hear me say those words. It's going to feel like the most natural thing in the world. You're hard because I want you to be. Do you understand?"

Another pause, this one only about 30 seconds. And she had that grin again. "Yes, Master...I get hard for you on command."

"Yes, you do. And until I tell you not to, you stay hard. But there's something else that's special about these words."

"...What else...is there...?"

"This is the most important part. I'm going to explain it to you in the context of a situation. If we were out shopping, or out to dinner, and I told you that I wanted you to get hard, and then you did, you'd be embarrassed, wouldn't you?"

I was amazed. A tear rolled down her cheek. "People are so judgmental! I'd be more than...embarrassed, Master...I'd be...humiliated. Ashamed."

"That's why they're special. They don't work in that kind of situation. If we're out in public, even as much as you want to serve me, they simply won't work. Any of your special words. I love you and I want you to be happy, and if you're that upset, that makes me unhappy, so your special words don't work if they would embarrass you or if we're in public. That makes you a very good girl," I explained quickly. I was afraid at how fast she'd felt herself in that situation and wanted to guide her mind back to the purpose of doing this: for both of us to enjoy it as much as possible.

As soon as she heard that, she actually giggled. The smile returned. "That's much better...Master."

"Good girl." Her smile broadened, somehow. I wanted to be sure that this was planted deeply in her subconscious. "What happens if I say one of your special words and that one will embarrass you?"

"...It won't work...until we get home...Master. And that makes me a good girl." The grin reappeared.

I hadn't considered that. She's an intelligent, sexual, playful person. So of course, if it wouldn't work right away, she would want it to take effect as soon as she was comfortable with it.

I thought for a moment. "No, it just won't work. You're still a very good girl. We'll come back to it later," I explained.

She smiled again. "OK...Master."

I brought her out of her trance. She stretched again, any trace of the erection that she'd had was gone.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too. Get hard for me, Slave Girl," I ordered.

A strange look took over her lovely visage. I glanced at her crotch. The tent was back. "Master," she sighed, "I'm so hard. I don't know why, I'm just...hard."

I grinned. "What's the occasion?"

She looked confused and lustful. "I...I don't know. I'm just really horny. I can't remember the last time I was this hard..." she breathed. Her chest was heaving and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass.

I paused. She just sat there on the edge of the couch, her arms seeming to be needed to keep her torso upright. Her breathing was heavy. Raquel's legs were spread and I could see the significant tent her erection had caused in her shorts.

"Why are you so hard?" I repeated.

She moaned. "I don't know...I'm just so horny..." She moaned again, leaning back and gently toying with her "clit" through her shorts.

"Do you want to jerk off?" I asked. It was couched as an academic question.

She sighed. "May I please cum, Master? I promise I'll be a good girl...I'm just so damn...so...horny..."

I was even harder. "You may. No toys. And no clothes," I responded.

"Yes, Master," Raquel answered, standing immediately, stripping her t-shirt and shorts off. She stood there, nude, more erect than I could ever remember her being, as she sat down heavily. Eyes closed, she stroked herself sensually. "This feels so good..." she moaned as I watched, transfixed, as her hand began making its way up and down her shaft.

Within seconds, it was if I wasn't even in the room. She was moaning, pinching her nipples hard and fingering her own ass with one had as she furiously jerked off with the other. "I wanna cum..." she groaned. I was stroking myself at this point. Suddenly I realized what had happened.

"Slave Girl, sleep!" I commanded, snapping my fingers with authority.

It was like I'd thrown a switch. The erection disappeared, her eyes closed, and she flopped back onto the couch like a rag doll. "...Yes, Master?"

"Your special word. When I say it, you just get hard. That's it. You do get aroused, but that's all that happens. You don't feel the need to masturbate. Being hard for me at my command is enough for you to be a good girl. Is that clear?"

The phrase, "good girl," made her shiver and smile again. "Yes, Master."

"You go back to normal when I say the words, 'Thank you for getting hard for me'."

"...Yes, Master."

I activated another phrase I had planted in her subconscious. "Wake up!" and my fingers snapped.

It was like nothing had happened. No trance, no nothing. One second, she was in a deep trance, the next she was wide awake.

"Get hard for me, Slave Girl," I said softly.

I could actually see it happen. One second, there was no sign that she had anything between her legs other than what any normal woman did, two seconds later, there was definitely something going on, in less than ten seconds, she was completely erect. There was moisture at the end of her hardness indicating that she was truly turned on.

"I'm hard for you, Master," was all that she said. Her eyes had closed a little, and her breathing was deeper and slower. She looked very horny. However, she didn't seem like she was about to start playing with herself again.

"Why are you so hard?"

"I...I don't know. I just got really horny all of a sudden. I can't really think about anything, except how hard it is, and how I just...how horny you make me, Master."

"Huh," was all that I said. "Do you want to get off?"`

Raquel replied, "Yes, Master! I don't know why I didn't think of that..." She looked a little puzzled.

"You may. No toys," I directed.

"Thank you, Master," she breathed and immediately began jerking off furiously. With the hand that wasn't working herself over, she pinched and rolled her nipples fiercely. Somehow I managed to keep my hand out of my pants. I was just as hard as she was but I wanted to watch this.

Within a minute or two, she started moaning. "I'm gonna cum, Master..."

I encouraged, "Good girl. Cum for me."

She cried out as several streams of her cum shot out over her belly and partly onto her heaving breasts. I counted a total of six spurts. Panting, she lay back. But after watching her closely for over two more minutes, her erection showed no sign of slowing down.

"Do you feel better?"

"I love to cum, Master...but I'm just as horny as I was before. I wish I could cum again right now," she said, her face forming an adorable pout.

I was shocked, even though I had hoped that this would work this well. Even just after getting off, she was still rock-hard.

"Thank you for getting hard for me, Slave Girl," I told her.

She smiled sweetly. As I looked into her eyes I could see her deflating as she normally would have just a moment or two after getting off, as she said, "I love to please you, Master."

"Are you still horny?"

"You always make me horny."

"Get hard for me, Slave Girl." The erection came right back, within about ten seconds.

"I wanna cum again, Master," she breathed.

"Thank you for getting hard for me, Slave Girl." She responded in the exact same way. Sweet smile, her cock quickly went flaccid.

"How do you feel?" I asked her.

"Rested. Pretty good, Master."

"Are you horny?"

She giggled. "I just came. I'll do whatever you want, but I'm not any hornier than I usually am, Master."

I put her back to sleep. "Does your conscious mind have any idea why you got so horny?"

"No...Master."

"Good. What does your conscious mind think happened?"

A pause. "I...think...that you are very sexy...and I love what...you do...to me..."

"Good girl." She smiled again. "I have an important question for you. You have to be totally honest."

"...I can't lie...to you now...Master."

"Good. Do you remember your special words?"

"Yes...Master." I noticed her cock begin to stiffen slowly.

"I would like to give you another one but I need to make sure that your body can do it."

"I...love my special...words, Master."

"I can see that. You're getting hard, aren't you?"

She smiled impishly. "Yes, Master."

"That may be good. If I give you a special word that will make you have an orgasm whenever I say it, do you think you'll be able to come every time that you hear me say that special word?"

This was a very long pause. After what felt like more than five minutes, she began answering. "I will...be able to...feel...an orgasm...whenever you tell me...to, Master. I know how much...you like it when...I come...and I may not...be able to give you...as much...as you want..."

I thought for a few seconds. "That's not making you sad, is it?"

"...No, Master...but I want...to please you."

"And that's why you're such a good girl." Any trace of unhappiness disappeared. "So if you think that you can do this for me, it's knowing that you will have an orgasm on my command that is what pleases me most, not how much cum you give me. It's that you're getting off that makes you such a good girl. Does that make sense?"

She was beaming. "Yes...Master. You want me...to feel an orgasm...how much cum comes out...isn't as important...as the way I feel."

"Exactly. When you feel that good, you're being a very good girl."

She sighed, completely content. "When I have...an orgasm...I'm a good girl..."

"That's right. Coming for me on command is what makes you a good girl, a very good girl," I repeated. I had done some research on erotic hypnosis and what could be done with it. It turned out that orgasm control (as in having an orgasm on command by way of post-hypnotic triggers) was much more successful with women than it was with men. Women tended to be much more mental about when they had an orgasm, whereas men were much more physical. So I figured that it would work much better when I started hypnotizing Tina, but I was dying to see if it would work on Raquel.

I figured that I'd try something. "What is it that makes you have the best orgasms?" I asked.

This pause was the longest. I could see her facial expression belie the thought that she was putting into it. Finally, Raquel answered. Her nipples were very hard by this point. "I come...the hardest...when you have tied...me up...and there isn't...anything...that I can do...Master. Once you...have made me...yours...anything that...hits my...prostate...is so arousing...sometimes I don't...even have to...have you...touching my clit...and I get off...that's the...best feeling...Master."

"So when you feel helpless, tied up, and your prostate's being stimulated is when you come the hardest?"

"Yes, Master," she breathed.

"Why?"

"That's what...makes me feel...the most like...I'm a woman...Master."

That was it. "I understand. Do you like your clit the way it is?"

"...Yes, Master. I don't...have any problem...with my body..."

"But you like to feel like a woman. Does your clit interfere with that?"

Another long pause. "Not...exactly...it's a reminder...that I'm not...completely a woman," her subconscious explained to me.

Now I understood.

I took a deep breath and continued. "Do you want to have SRS?"

The answer was immediate. "No, Master...you do make me feel...like a woman."

Good. That had been a little scary. She had barely had any plastic surgery and I wasn't ready for her to take that step. Let's face it, one of the best things about this woman was her cock!

"Think about how that feels. How feminine and girly you feel. Do you have it?"

She was smiling again. "Yes, Master...I feel that way right now."

"I want you to feel this way all the time. Open your eyes."

The effect was jarring. Her eyes snapped open, staring straight ahead. She looked awfully awake for someone who was more deeply asleep than she'd ever been.

"Yes, Master?" She was far more responsive, too.

"Are you still in your trance?"

"Of course, Master."

"Once you're fully under, in your room, you will open your eyes just like you are now, from now on."

"OK, Master."

"Look into my eyes." She did. Locked right on. It was almost unnerving, really. "I want your entire being to believe what I'm about to tell you. Not because you're hypnotized, but because it's what I truly feel. I want you to know this with every fiber of your being. Can you do that?"

Raquel looked very serious. "Of course, Master."

"If someone asked me to describe my ideal woman, my ultimate fantasy," I began. "It would be you. I can't be more serious. What's between your legs makes you more of a woman to me, not less," I tried to explain.

Her eyes were suddenly shiny. Her voice was husky. "Are you serious?"

I met her moistened gaze. "One hundred percent."

The tears started rolling down her cheeks in earnest, but she was somehow smiling. Grinning, even. I think that giddy might be the best word to describe that look on her face. "There isn't anything in the world that could make me happier than to hear that, Master," she gushed, and let out a sob that was half laugh and half cry.

"Are...are you still in your trance?" I asked, hesitant.

"Of course, Master," she replied immediately. Her face was still the picture of happiness, tears of what I could only guess were from joy still streaming down her face. "You're talking to the core of me. That's what I've wanted to have someone feel about me for...for as long as I can remember," she explained.

Christ, now I was tearing up. "That's just how happy that you make me," I said lamely. "I love everything about you."

"I'm so in love with you, Master!" she cried.

My voice was husky. "I'm head over heels for you, too, baby." I hadn't expected to get this deep into her psyche. But here we were.

I composed myself (somewhat) and continued. "What I want you to think about is how sexy you are to me. I want you to feel that you're as sexy to yourself as you are to me. That's what I want you to think about when I tell you that I want you to have an orgasm for me," I elucidated. "What I want you to feel is that you're bound, powerless, helpless, there's nothing that you can do, you're all tied up, and there's the most wonderful, beautiful pressure on your prostate, and you're the most beautiful woman in the world," I gushed. Hopefully the repetition would drive my point home.