Full Frontal Assault
Prepare to be a little bit teased with my huge, hypnotic breasts while you’re deep under hypnosis. You’ll find yourself stroking into submission for me as you fall prey to the allure of my hypnotic “assets.” Stroke as you worship my breasts, stroke into servitude, and stroke for Tessa!
Its sessions like this that make me seriously reconsider exactly what it is that I love about erotic hypnosis. Yesterday I would have said that what I love most is experiencing a virtual sexual experience through the power of suggestion. In other words, letting my subconscious mind make me believe that what Mistress is telling me is what is really happening to me. For me, it’s always been the “erotic” part of erotic hypnosis that I crave the most. The “hypnosis” part has always been just a means to an end. Or so I’ve been telling myself for the last 7ish years.
In Tessa’s latest masterwork, “Full Frontal Assault”, the hypnosis, specifically the induction, was perhaps even more satisfying to me than the erotic/sexual bits. (part of my subconscious mind is screaming at me right now, because he doesn’t believe I just typed that) Although, that shouldn’t be interpreted as me saying that the erotic/sexual bits weren’t stellar. They were...seriously….hot! The business end of a Saturn V rocket hot. Surface of the sun hot. (I could go on, but I’m not a scientist and I don’t know what’s hotter than the surface of the sun. I was a liberal arts major.) But despite that stiffening aching sexiness, despite that sensually satisfying release, and despite this painfully clawlike disfigured right hand of mine (I’m actually an ambi-fapper but for a new Tessa file I always go with the starting rotation) I was completely blown away (not that kind of blown) by the power of Tessa’s hypnotic suggestion.
The induction wasn’t exactly covert, but I did get a sense that Tessa was sneaking something up on me despite the words that she spoke. She was telling me all along exactly what she was going to do to me, but even still, I felt that more was happening than what met the ear. Before long I knew that my mind was being changed in a way that couldn’t be reversed. That sweet, almost innocent, voice had once again manipulated me into obedience. I was, and still am, totally okay with that.
It was at this point that my mind completely went away from me. Everything I heard, everything I felt, every instruction I obeyed was done completely mindlessly. Tessa did something to me that cemented her will as the only truth I needed to know. Her commands became the natural law that I had no choice but to follow.
In the end, I awoke to a different understanding of the power of hypnosis. My appreciation for what a true hypnotist can do with the sound of her voice and the strategic use of her words has grown exponentially.
I still want to experience my sexual fantasies via hypnotic induction (and if need be, I’ll happily beg, kneel, plead, pledge my everlasting loyalty and/or whatever else she wants, if Tessa will create more trances to allow me to do so), but for now I feel that a new world of experiences is being opened up to me. I’m anxious to see where my hypnotic journey will take me from here.
I’ve made no secret of my respect for Tessa in the past, but I realize now that I owed her so much more. So thank you Tessa for opening my eyes, and giving me an experience that has forever changed my love of this fetish.