Reverse Hypnosis (5)
His thing was so impressive, I couldn't help wondering if dog beastkin blood ran in Leon's veins.
"Oh my..."
Without a shred of shame, my tail wagged furiously from side to side like a pup eyeing a juicy steak. I gulped hard, then issued another command to Leon.
"Sit there... and stay."
The cramped single room, meant for two, filled with a lewd musk.
"Hng... haa... ♥ This is... dangerous... ♥"
My ears perked up on their own, and my head swam with filthy thoughts.
"Just a little whiff... just the tiniest sniff..."
Curiosity overrode the vague warning. What harm could one little sniff do?
"Sniff, slurp, sniiiiiff...."
I buried my nose in Leon's cock and inhaled like I was vacuuming up every scent in the room.
"Hng... ♥ Hmmm... ♥ Haa... ♥"
Nasal moans leaked from my lips as I sniffed.
"...Leon, stroke... my lower belly..."
If another beastkin heard that, they'd point fingers—how could I let a human male touch my belly? For a dog beastkin, offering your lower belly meant utter, humiliating submission.
But it'll feel... so damn good...
Knowing it'd feel incredible made refusing it weird, right? Plus, I bore no responsibility here. Leon was under my hypnosis—no memory later. He was basically my slave, so this was just 'submission play.' Even if I submitted right back, letting him stroke my belly while sniffing his cock, no one would know.
Doing lewd stuff under hypnosis... way more thrilling than I thought...
The forbidden pleasure, free of consequences, was irresistibly appealing.
I laid my head on Leon's thigh as he sat. His firm leg muscles cradled it perfectly. His cock hovered right at nose-range; I savored its obscene aroma mindlessly, philtrum brushing the shaft.
"Hng... ♥ Sniff... ♥ Haa... ♥"
Moist breaths against the pillar beaded it with droplets. Rough fingers grazed my solar plexus, slowly circling toward my navel. The touch on my soft belly sent chills racing through me.
"Yeah... stroke there gently... ♥"
His big hand warmly kneading my lower belly brought an unfamiliar, cozy bliss. Being treated like a pet sparked a weird euphoria in me.
"Haa... ♥ Hngk... ♥ Haa... ♥"
If this weren't hypnosis, who could I ever beg for this?
"Lewd stuff under hypnosis... the best... ♥"
"Isn't it?"
"Yeah... ♥ Really... ♥ The best...? Huh...?"
Who just answered? As confusion hit, Leon slid his belly-stroking hand lower, prying my soaked pussy open with index and middle fingers, thrusting wildly.
"Aaah... stop... stooop... ♥"
Did my command not register? Or did he overinterpret 'stroke'? Even simple 'stop' slowed him only gradually. His fingers decelerated languidly inside me, pumping dangerously pleasurable waves.
"Leon... fingers... ♥ Out... ♥"
Only then did he pull them free with a predatory grin.
Was the hypnosis flawed? As I gathered mana to reinforce it, Leon clapped three times.
"Don't move."
[Leon Sodus] is my finger.
So I must obey the finger's command...? Doesn't make total sense, but... okay.
What the finger does isn't weird...?
"It was just your finger moving intensely for a bit."
Hmm, if that's it... yeah... not weird at all. Fingers slip sometimes...
"Clap clap clap."
[My finger] clapped three times again.
No, now it's Leon Sodus? Leon Sodus is my finger. Or was? The shift in thinking was disorienting.
"Haha, your face is hilarious," he said, rubbing his glans along my nose bridge.
"What did *hng* you do to me?"
My head throbbed. Thoughts twisted unnaturally... I bared my claws, tail high, radiating hostility.
"Hmm, what you were about to do to me."
I tried to backpedal, but my legs wouldn't budge.
"I hypnotized you."
"...No way... impossible...!"
He revealed the shocking truth: I was the hypnotized one.
"Lies, total lies...!"
"Hah, wanna test it?"
"No, please no..."
I tried fleeing, but my body refused.
"Every time you smell my scent, hostility turns to submission."
"You obey my commands anytime."
"You can move again. But you can't leave this room."
Horrific orders. I was meant to rule all with gold...
"Never... absolutely never...!"
"Shut up and suck this."
His filthy cock rubbed my sealed lips.
"Lick it like tasting candy with your tongue."
Obeying, I took his musky shaft in my mouth.
"Stop right... ♥ Lick... ♥ now... ♥"
Insane. Tasting his stinkiest part melted my enmity instantly. My stiff tail drooped; sharp eyes softened.
"Help meee... ♥ Slurp... ♥ Save me! Chuuup... ♥"
No one heard my pleas. Why'd I buy such a soundproofed room? I hated myself.
"Don't hate yourself too much. You know how fun ordering lewd stuff under hypnosis is, right?"
Like it was karma, he groped my belly freely as he spoke. Unlike before, this was humiliating—him flaunting his control over me.
"Stop... ♥ Smack... ♥ Touching... ♥"
He kneaded my ass, forcing me to inhale his scent. I held my breath, but eventually gasped huge lungfuls of his potent musk.
"Hmmm... ♥ Hmm... ♥"
Maintaining hostility grew... very hard. I knew it was hypnosis, but calm washed over me.
"Sluuurp... haa... ♥ Hng... ♥ Kiss... ♥"
My tail swayed slowly. I fought it... but it wagged bigger.
Terror-flattened ears perked, straining for Leon's voice.
"Take my cum in your mouth."
"Ngh..."
His dirty seed in my mouth? Absurd. But refusal vanished the instant it filled me. His stinkiest load, pumped deep...
...Isn't this generous? Such a precious gift...?
"Don't swallow. Memorize the scent."
I rolled it on my tongue, etching the obscene reek into memory.
"Memorized... it..."
Hesitant, I reported completion.
"Good bitch."
Subtle resistance to obeying faded as he petted my head.
"Swallow now."
"...Gulp."
I downed Master's cum without complaint. Its thick invasion lingered, scent rising with every breath.
Hypnotizing felt good... but being hypnotized? Even better. Mindlessly obeying, bliss flooding in... pure joy.
Minutes ago, I seethed with hatred for Leon. Reflecting now, I was shameless. Boldly trying to hypnotize him, then resenting it when reversed? No conscience. Reinforcing the stereotype that merchants lack one. Shameful.
"Sit."
I squatted obediently.
"Suck while listening."
"Hng... ♥"
Lingering enmity melted like snow. Blind, fierce loyalty surged in.
Master—no, my owner—offered to use my plan to mind-control heroes. Hearing it, my scheme sounded laughably foolish.
Fundamentally flawed. Me, ruling all? I fell to hypnosis instantly, becoming a loyal bitch. How could I dominate heroes? My pathetic dream's only value: inspiring Owner.
He finished speaking, handing me a collar.
"My plan needs you. Be my loyal bitch."
Aah... so merciful... ♥ Daring to brainwash Owner, yet he offers this bliss... ♥ My life existed to devote fully to him.
Enraptured, I snatched the collar like it'd vanish, buckling it on. Click.
"...Good girl."
Owner yanked the leash, flopping me face-down on the bed. Like a bitch in heat, I wagged my ass, arching to present my slutty hips perfectly.
"Take my virgin bitch pussy, Owner..."
Faint resistance—'this is wrong'—screams from my depths, regret over abandoning my merchant empire—all faded.
Owner pierced my frail body with his massive rod. The hymen-tearing pain vanished fast, heat-fueled. Pleasure flooded the void, recoloring me.
"Haht... ♥ Haa... ♥ Hnght... ♥"
Unknown submission bliss warped my mind. Leash yanked taut, his cock punishing my cervix... ♥ His scent-drenched cock I adore... ♥ Living filled with Owner's thick aroma inside? Pure happiness... ♥ I'm truly blessed... ♥
***
"Lady Roys! Your requested supplies."
Roys Chapel's dedicated secretary, Peter, greeted her warmly as she received the goods.
The final supplies for her and the hero party before entering cursed lands. Delivered successfully. Pride swelled as her most trusted aide.
"The area's perfectly cleared—no rats on the way."
"Hehe, would I lie to you, Peter?"
Roys Chapel smiled elegantly. That sun-bright smile deepened Peter's forbidden affection.
"..Haha, never. I'll head out then. Huh?"
Turning, Peter gawked at the unfamiliar choker on her neck.
"Lady Roys, is that a... choker?"
"...Hehe, yes. Doesn't it suit me?"
She smiled shyly.
"It does, but... you hated chokers. Said beastkin wearing them were fools forgetting slavery's scars."
He remembered clearly.
"Hehe, back then... I wasn't thinking straight."
"Ah, I see."
Her changed demeanor stirred unexplained unease and loss in Peter. Fondling the choker lovingly clashed so starkly with his memories...