Hypnosis after my own heart

I was asked to write a hypnosis story where someone was turned into a bootlicker for the night. It's an induction that I myself would love to go under.

I need more requests. Keep 'em coming, folks, if you like the quality of what you see here. (oh, and feel free to send me presents to say thank you).

Tonight's Party

Okay honey, just relax. We've talked about this, remember? I'm going to make you relax, take you deep into hypnosis, and leave you in a calm and submissive state. Tonight, my friends are coming over for that party. And all night long, you're going to be our little slave. You'll crawl around, do whatever your told, and you will be our little bitch.

Just like you wanted.

I know it's hard for you. I know how much you want to do this. But you can't let go. You can't just let yourself be the little submissive that you know you are, deep down. But we're going to get you there together.

Deeper down, into your subconscious, we're going to find that person you really want to be. We're going to slip down past those defenses. Past your fear, past your resistance. You're going to do what I tell you, and you're going to love it.

Yes, you are.

It's okay, honey. Just relax. You can close your eyes if you want to. It'll help you relax.

You're safe. Just remember that. Remember that no matter what, hypnosis can't make you do something you aren't willing to do. It can't make you do what you want to do. All it does is let you do what you want. Let you do what you're too afraid to do. So relax and let yourself go deeper.

There are going to be a lot of us tonight. A lot of women, a lot of boots. And you're going to get to do just what you want. Just what you're afraid to admit out loud. You're going to be on your hands and knees, like a good little doggie.

I'm going to put a collar on you, along with a mask to cover up your face, and it will feel like all the clothes you need. It'll be all the clothes you need. Because that's what you want. Isn't it?

The mask will feel comfortable. It'll feel safe. You won't have to be you anymore. You'll just be my good little doggie. My slave. No name. No identity. No personality. You'll just be a mindless slave. A mindless boot licking slave. Doesn't that sound wonderful?

Yes, it does.

You're going to lick so many pairs of boots. Some will be leather. Some will be vinyl. There will be latex and rubber. So many textures for your tongue. So many smells for your nose. You'll get to lick up zippers and over laces. And you'll lick their soles too.

Don't pretend you don't want to. I know your deepest desires. You've told me before. Other times when I had you deep down. Deeper than you are now. Deeper than you are. Deeper.

When I had you down there before, you told me all your needs. You told me that you want to stick your tongue in the treads of the boots. That you want to suck the heels like they were cocks. You told me you wanted to make love to the boots, to worship them. And that's what you're going to do. It's what you want. Isn't that what you want?

Yes, it is.

Relax, honey. No one is going to think less of you. No one is going to think of you at all. You're just going to be there, as a slave, there to lick our boots. You're going to do as you're told, and nothing more. No one will know who you are, and you won't need to feel guilty. You won't need to be embarrassed. You'll just be obedient. And you'll love every minute of it.

They'll trample you too. I know you want that. They'll put their boots on your body, press their weight down and grind you into the floor like a worthless little worm. They'll press down and leave marks, bruises in the shape of foot prints, so you will know that it all really happened. No one will know it's you, but you'll know what happened. You'll remember it all vividly. And you want to remember it, don't you?

Yes. You do.

We're going to abuse your body, using your pain to give us pleasure. And our pleasure will be your pleasure. You're going to love every second of it. I know you are. You know you are. So let yourself go, let yourself sink deeper. Sink into that soft part of your mind. That gentle current that carries you along, that makes you feel happy and safe.

You are safe, honey. Nothing is going to hurt you. No one is going to do anything you don't like. No one is going to make you do anything you don't want to do. You're just going to live out your dream.

That's right. It's a dream. A dream where you can let go all your inhibitions. Where you can just relax and be the boot slave you've always wanted to be. A boot slave, a doggie boy. You'll worship our boots. You'll groan in pleasure when we trample you. You'll submit to us completely.

We're going to spit on you. On the surface, I know you would never admit to wanting that. But deeper and deeper we go, and I know that you do. You've told me how badly you want to spat on. You've told me how you dream about beautiful women spitting on you like you're some pathetic piece of shit barely even worthy of contempt. You want us to spit on you, and that makes you pathetic, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

It's okay though, honey. You're safe. No one will know it's you. They'll just know that you're a boot slave, that you want us to spit on you. You won't have to talk. In fact, the deeper you go, the harder it will be for you to talk, won't it? Talking will break you right out of your trance. And you wouldn't want to come out of the trance, would you? So as long as you want to stay under, as long as you want to be a boot slave, you won't be able to talk. You won't be able to disagree. You won't be able to answer questions. You'll just be able to obey. Which is how it should be, don't you think?

Deeper in, honey. Let yourself sink. Think about all that wonderful spit. Think about how many women will spit all over you. How many will spit in your mouth, do you think? It turns you on just imagining that, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Slip deeper, float away. Let go who you are. Let go of everything. Just remember what's going to happen. Just keep yourself loose and happy. You're going to lick boots. You're going to get trampled and spat on. You're going to be a mindless boot slave, a brainless toy. Just like you wanted.

That's it. Let yourself go. I'm going to count down now, and you'll be all the way down. All the way under. You'll be asleep, obedient, and your mind will be empty.

You'll be my slave.

Ten.

When everyone leaves, I'll wake you back up.

Nine.

You're safe and secure. So relaxed. So deep.

Eight.

If you don't want to remember tonight, you won't have to. You can choose how much you remember.

Seven.

Everything we do will be what you want. I'm doing this for you because I love you.

Six.

My obedient slave. Feel your mind dripping away, feel the ice that holds your thoughts start to melt.

Five.

Deeper and deeper still, as deep as you've ever been. Feel the flow of it around you.

Four.

Your whole body is relaxed. No need to fight. No desire to fight. Your mind is locked away. No need for it anymore.

Three.

Just a body. All you are is your body. You do what you're told. An empty mind and an obedient body.

Two.

Feel it all float away. So far under, deeper than deep.

One.

Good doggie.