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“…three…four…and five, open your eyes, wake up for me, sweetheart.” Tina strokes her sub’s hair out of his eyes as he slowly awakens from his trance. Newt is so adorably sleepy when he’s coming out of hypnosis or subspace; he always makes this sweet little scrunched-nose face as he shakes his head to clear away the fog of his trance and it’s just unreasonably cute.
They’ve been on the couch for maybe a half-hour now, Tina sitting up straight while Newt lounges on her lap, his head resting in the crook of her arm while her other hand rests on his stomach. He loves this position. He’s told her it makes him feel loved and safe, lying in her lap like this, and the pressure of her hand on his belly keeps him grounded. And Newt, Tina knows, with the way his mind goes at a million miles an hour…he needs to feel safe and grounded.
“Feeling okay?” she asks as he blinks his eyes and stretches a little. “No stiff muscles or anything?”
“No. Feels good.” He tilts his head up a little and offers her a shy little smile. “Always feels good when you…” He trails off, his cheeks turning pink.
Tina can’t help but smile too. Really, he’s so cute it ought to be illegal. “When I hypnotize you?” she prompts in a soft, deliberately seductive tone.
Newt’s eyes flutter, a tiny moan slipping from the back of his throat. Just hearing her say it arouses him, reminds him of the control that he willingly gives her, and she knows it makes him feel so pleasantly helpless. She rubs his stomach in slow, gentle circles, relishing the way he relaxes under her touch. Newt, she knows, loves the inductions, loves the process of slowly giving himself over to her, but this? This is her favorite part.
“Want to sit up for me?” she prompts after a minute, and he does, slowly and reluctantly, stretching like a cat as he peels himself out of her lap. “There’s a good boy.”
Instant reaction. His cheeks flush pink and he lets his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the burst of pleasure that she’s programmed him to feel every time she calls him that. “Tinaaa,” he pleads softly.
She giggles to herself and reaches over to stroke the back of Newt’s very sensitive neck. A tiny keen escapes and she smiles again; she loves the sounds Newt makes when he’s feeling needy. “Good boy,” she repeats, and this time the pleasure makes him moan. “Would my good boy like to find out what triggers I’ve implanted today, hmm?”
He shivers under her touch. “Please,” he murmurs, turning the full power of his puppy eyes on her.
He looks so soft, so touchable, that Tina can’t help but lean in and give him a quick kiss on the forehead before she continues in her most soothing voice, “Just keep being good for me and I’m sure you’ll figure it out…are you going to be good for me, love?” He makes a soft, impatient noise and she has to bite back a giggle; she knows he’s waiting for his pleasure trigger again. Oh, isn’t he in for a surprise… “You’re going to be very, very good for me, aren’t you…Newt?”
The effect is instantaneous. At the sound of his name, a little gasp bursts from Newt’s lips as he jumps like he’s just been shocked. “What was that?” he protests, his eyes wide.
“Newt, sweetheart, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Once again he squirms, this time a little giggle escaping. “What are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know, Newt. What does it feel like?”
Another gasp, another little squirm. He jolts away from her the third time, his hand going to his belly. “It feels like—like—”
“Tell me…what are you feeling, Newt?”
He jolts again, his eyes wide, one hand clamped firmly on his stomach. “It—it tickles,” he breathes.
“Oh, Newt, baby…are you ticklish?” Tina grins as he squirms again, another breathy giggle escaping. “Does it feel nice, Newt?” she prompts, and this time he outright squeals, both hands now curled over his belly.
Now, that just won’t do. Tina knows the tickling sensation will get stronger every time she uses the trigger, and she doesn’t want him curled in on himself, covering the star of the show, when that happens. “Attention,” she says sharply, snapping her fingers. Immediately he sits up straight again, eyes locked on hers, waiting breathlessly for a command. “Shirt off,” she orders, snapping her fingers again. He obeys instantly, pulling his shirt off so fast he almost gets tangled in it.
Much better, Tina decides, seeing all that lovely skin on display. She stands up and goes to arrange him in the position she wants, putting his hands at his sides so that his wrists are flat on the couch. “Look into my eyes,” she orders him, and when he does, she snaps. “Hands are bound,” she tells him firmly. “Stuck to the couch. Understand?” He nods, his eyes still locked on hers. She snaps twice, and his eyes flutter, his gaze clear again. “Good boy,” she says with a smile, relishing the sight of his cheeks flushing, his lips parting in a soft moan as the pleasure trigger takes effect.
“What did you do to me?” he breathes, looking up at her in wonder.
Tina decides she’ll stay here. She loves the empowered feeling of standing over Newt while he’s hypnotically bound to the couch. “You’ll learn,” she tells him playfully. She reaches out to tousle his hair, smiling again when he sighs and closes his eyes, leaning into her touch.
People think Newt doesn’t like to be touched, or held. They’re wrong. Newt is incredibly tactile, and the inductions he responds to most powerfully involve touch. What he doesn’t like is being touched or grabbed by strangers or casual acquaintances, especially those who know exactly what they’re doing and are relying on social norms to force him to accept it. But from her? Newt loves touch. It’s just that he doesn’t trust people, in general; he just trusts her.
Now Tina gently strokes his hair, lulling him back into a sense of calm and safety before she says, as if she just wants his attention, “Newt?”
He starts to answer, and then yelps as the trigger takes effect. Automatically he tries to cover his belly again, but of course now he can’t. “Tina, not fair,” he protests.
“What’s not fair? What are you feeling, Newt?”
This time, pay dirt: his stomach caves beautifully as the ticklish feeling overtakes him. Tina watches, nearly mesmerized herself, as she whispers his name and it happens again, his belly caving as if to try to get away from a tickling hand. But there is no hand, it’s all in Newt’s mind, and she knows he loves it. “Aww,” she chuckles when he squirms and looks up at her through stunned, pleading eyes. “Do you like that…Newt?”
The sound that rips out of him is a giggle tangled with a squeal, and he twitches helplessly as she mercilessly repeats the question. With every repetition of his name, the tickling sensation intensifies and lasts longer. “Tina, please,” he gasps, squirming against the onslaught. “What—oh God—”
“Don’t you like your trigger, Newt?”
He can’t stop giggling, his belly sucking in further every time she triggers him. This time, however, he understands: “Oh God, that’s not fair,” he breathes between giggles.
“What’s not fair, Newt?”
He squeals again, his head dropping back to the couch. He squirms desperately, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, belly twitching as he rides out the tickles. “You—you used my name,” he says when he can speak again. “Every time you say my name I—”
“Oh, you figured it out,” she coos, and straddles his lap. “You’re so clever, Newt, my good boy.”
His eyes go wide as both triggers hit him, first the tickles and then the sudden pulse of pleasure. He can’t stop giggling; Tina knows that after this many triggers the tickles are stronger and don’t fade as quickly, but even as he giggles helplessly his hips twitch and his cheeks flush. Sitting on his lap like this Tina can feel how aroused he is, and in turn it makes her feel aroused to know that she’s affected him so strongly, made him feel so good. “Do you know what your triggers are now…Newt? My good boy?”
Once again he writhes, giggles bursting from his lips as the tickling sensation makes his belly quiver, and then his eyes roll back as pleasure washes through him. “Tina,” he whimpers. “Tina, please…”
“Oh, Newt…” Pause, watch him giggle and squirm, then: “Does my good boy want more?”
“Please,” he breathes, his eyes fluttering. “Please, Tina…please…”
She reaches down and strokes his shaking belly. “Newt,” she breathes, and enjoys the sensation of his tummy dipping and twitching under her hand. “Newt, my good boy, Newt, so good for me…”
He can’t stop giggling, can’t stop squirming, his body undulating beneath hers. Tina watches, her own arousal building, as his eyes dilate and his cheeks flush even darker. He’s so incredibly turned on, and it turns her on, and she loves this, she loves knowing that just her words can make him feel this way. She snaps her fingers. “Attention.” His eyes lock onto hers, and she smiles. “You’re my hypnotized little tickle-slut and you love it,” she says, and watches the flush spread further across those lovely freckled cheeks. “Tell me you love being hypnotized by me.”
“I love being hypnotized by you,” he tells her breathlessly.
(A lot of people think, rather unfairly, that this sort of call-and-response is an ego trip for the hypnotist. It’s not. It’s for the subject. Just saying out loud what’s happening, drawing attention to it in such a sharp and unavoidable way, turns Newt on like nothing else, and Tina knows it—both from experience, and from the way she can feel his cock pulsing against her thigh.)
Tina snaps twice, and Newt’s eyes slide back into focus. He blinks a few times, then squirms as he seems to remember what’s happening. Tina steals a kiss, enjoying the feel of his plush lips against hers, before she leans back and whispers his name, her breath lightly caressing his lips. “Good boy, Newt.”
He moans as the pleasure trigger takes effect and then shakes with a helpless fit of giggles as the tickles hit him hard. Tina rocks against his lap, enjoying the feel of his hardness pressing against the crotch of her very damp leotard, as he squirms and giggles underneath her. “Newt, my good boy,” she repeats, and then can’t help but moan herself as his hips twitch up in just the right way, his cock pressing right against her clit through the snap-closed crotch of her corset leotard.
She puts her hands on his shoulders and presses him hard against the back of the couch. “Stay right here, Newt,” she commands, and then smiles as he shakes with another wave of giggles. “Mmm, you really like that tickly feeling, don’t you?” She reaches down and lightly traces around his belly button with her fingertips. “You like it when I make you my little tickle-toy, don’t you, Newt?”
“Nooo,” he protests.
But even as he denies it his belly dips and quivers under her hand and it sends another wave of arousal pulsing through her. “Mmm, Newt… are you sure? Because…” She rocks her hips against his. “I feel some very…firm…evidence otherwise. Or is that just from your pleasure trigger, Newt?”
It’s gotten to the point now where she barely has to wait a minute to say his name; the tickles are so strong and last so much longer that it’s really just reinforcement at this point. He’s a helpless giggling mess and Tina knows he loves it. “M-Make it stop,” he pleads. “I want to—to—”
“You want me to make you feel good, hmm?” She rocks her hips a little faster, a soft little mm! escaping as her own pleasure builds. “You want to come for me, sweetheart? Is that what you want, Newt?”
Newt’s giggles reach new heights, his body writhing desperately under hers, and Tina groans appreciatively as his cock grinds against her vagina, the friction increased by the rough fabric of her lingerie. “Tell me,” she commands. “Tell me you love it when I make you feel those tickles…those butterflies in your tummy just feel so good, don’t they, Newt?” He whimpers even as he loses himself in another fit of giggles. His squirming just never stops now, and it’s very, very pleasurable for Tina, who grinds even harder against him as he jerks and twitches under her.
“Please,” he whines. “Please, Tina…”
“You want me to use your pleasure trigger again, sweetheart? Is that what you want me to do?” She grips his shoulders again, using him as leverage as she grinds her wet crotch against his hardness. He moans, his eyes fluttering shut. “You want me to make you come?”
“Please,” he begs.
“Well, see, I would…” She rocks against him, an impatient noise slipping from her throat, God, she’s so close… “But you don’t like this, you said, so maybe I should stop?”
Newt outright whimpers at that. “No, don’t stop,” he begs her.
“But Newt…” She pauses there to enjoy the fresh wave of squirms and giggles, taking advantage of the chance to increase the speed and pressure of her own thrusts. “Why should I keep going,” she pants as she rocks against him, “if you don’t like the tickles, Newt?”
Newt shakes underneath her, giggling so hard he’s almost stopped making sounds, and Tina rolls her hips faster, little punched-out noises of bliss bursting out of her as she does. She’s close, God she’s close, watching Newt like this always makes her so horny, and the friction of his cock rubbing her through her corset is so good.
Tina’s never really seen all the fuss about penetration, really; sure, it feels nice, but she’s never gotten off from it. This, on the other hand? Newt falling to pieces underneath her, knowing he’s as intensely turned on as she is, his mind and his body placed completely in her trust and care, knowing that the only reason they’re both feeling so good is because they both want this? To say nothing of his wonderfully stiff cock rubbing her in just the right place every time he twitches with another fit of giggles? The sparkle in his eyes, the flush on his cheeks, the parting of his lips as he gasps and quivers with laughter underneath her? Honestly, she has to wonder why she ever wasted her time with plain vanilla sex, if this was out there the whole time.
She leans down and mouths at his neck, whispers his name in his ear, enjoys the resulting quivers and breathless laughter as she rides his lap harder. “I’m going to come, any second now,” she breathes against his sweaty skin. “It turns me on so much to see you squirming and giggling, to see my sexy little hypnotized tickle toy under me like this, that I’m going to come just from looking at you…do you like that, Newt?”
His body rolls like a breaking wave underneath her, his giggles mingling with squeals and breathless whimpers. She puts her hand over his belly again and feels it caving, gives him a physical tickle to remind him that she can. “Love to feel this sweet little belly,” she pants as she grinds against him. “Love it so much, knowing it’s full of those nice tickle-y butterflies right now…and it feels so good, doesn’t it, Newt, all those fluttery tickles in your tummy? I can feel how much you like it, mmm, those tickles just go right to this perfect, hard cock don’t they? Every time I say your name…Newt…you feel those—ooh!—those tickles,” he’s just jerked under her and thrust up perfectly against her, ugh, one more time like that and she’s going to lose it, “going right through your belly, and it makes you feel so horny, doesn’t it?”
Newt quivers all over, tears sliding down his cheeks as he trembles with near-silent laughter. Tina grinds down hard against him, her legs shaking as her pleasure begins to peak. “Say it,” she pants, her fingers gripping his shoulders tight. “Tell me you love it. Tell me—oh God—tell me how good you feel when I tickle you and—and I’ll let you come, too…Newt, my—oh!—my good boy.”
Newt shrieks with helpless giggles again as the tickle trigger attacks him once more. His belly caves, his body shudders, and Tina feels his cock jump under her as the pleasure trigger follows. “Yes!” he yelps. “Yes, I love it, I love you, oh Tina please…”
“Good boy,” Tina breathes, and Newt whimpers as he feels another wave of pleasure. His eyes roll back and the look of dazed bliss on his face, and the feeling of his hardness pressing against her as she grinds down hard against his lap, finishes her off. Tina moans and lets her head drop into the crook of her pretty sub’s neck as she rides out her orgasm. She can still feel Newt quivering under her, shaking with his own need for release, and the pressure of his cock against her pulsing clit is so perfect she almost cries.
“So good,” she pants into his neck. “You’re so…so good for me, sweetheart. My good boy.” He moans in response to the pleasure trigger, his back arching desperately, and Tina sits up slowly, her legs quivering as she recovers a little from her own climax, to take in the sight of his desperate, flushed face. He’s so hungry for it, she knows, and she decides she’s teased him long enough. “Tell me,” she commands him softly. “Tell me you want to come.”
“Please,” Newt begs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please I need—”
“You need to come, my good boy?” Tina reaches out and traces her fingers down the line of his sweaty chest. He’s already so wrecked and he hasn’t even climaxed yet. “Does my sexy, needy hypno-slut need to come?”
Newt moans as she traces circles around his belly button. “Yes,” he gasps. “I need to—to c-come,” and God, will it ever not be hot that no matter how many times Tina puts her shy, sweet sub into a trance and snaps away his inhibitions, he always squirms a little when forced to admit that he’s aroused?
It gives Tina an idea. “Look into my eyes,” she orders, and breathless, he does. This is usually the precursor to her dropping him back into trance, and she plans to milk that for all it’s worth. “Look how fast you obey me,” she murmurs, tracing his jawline with her fingertips. “You love it when I hypnotize you, don’t you, sweetheart? Makes you feel so, so horny…say that, and I’ll let you come. Tell me it makes you horny when I hypnotize you.”
Newt whimpers, his tongue flitting out to wet his lips. “It makes me—it—” He whines softly, his hips rolling; Tina knows he’s so, so desperate to come it hurts, but he always has such a hard time saying this when he’s alert. (Deep in trance, however…that’s another story.) “It t-turns me on when you—when you—”
Tina leans down and nips gently at his neck. Newt keens, his entire body taught, and Tina urges him softly, “Say it, sweetheart. Just say it and you can come, oh, it’s going to feel so good, you’re going to have the most intense orgasm if you just tell me, it’s going to feel amazing…all you have to do is tell me…”
Newt trembles beneath her, and she’s about to prompt him again when he finally manages to push out the words. “It turns me on when y-you…when you hypnotize me,” he gasps out in a rush.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Tina coos, sitting up and stroking his shivering belly again. With her other hand she reaches up and snaps her fingers right behind his ear. “Come now, my good boy.”
Newt’s head flings back and a raw, pure noise of need rips from his throat. His hips jerk so hard Tina is nearly unseated; his cock makes aggressive contact with her vagina as he thrusts up involuntarily and she yelps too, because she’s just come and it almost hurts, she’s sensitive down there…but that quickly takes a backseat to the fascination, the pure joy, of seeing Newt lost to a hypnotic orgasm. His face contorts, his entire body wracking with tremors of pleasure as he cries out with the force of it; if his arms weren’t mentally bound to the couch she knows he’d be curling in on himself. As it is he strains against his invisible bonds, a sob forcing its way out of his throat as spurt after spurt of cum soaks through his pants.
Tina knows Newt, knows him inside and out, every inch of his body, his heart and soul and psyche. She knows what it means that he lets her see him in this state of primal, animalistic pleasure. She knows the gift he gives her when he lets her do this to him, lets her work him up to the point of near-pain and then drown him in pleasure. She knows.
“So good,” she hums as his body slowly calms down, as he slips from the peak of his climax down to the valley of afterglow. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax. Just feel it. Mm, feels so good, doesn’t it…” She continues to rub his stomach in steady, soothing circles as he quivers through the aftershocks; Newt needs constant touch to ground him after something that intense, and Tina is more than happy to provide.
She gives him perhaps another minute or so to enjoy the afterglow of what she knows was a very powerful orgasm, before she gently cups his face in her hands. “Open your eyes and look at me, sweetheart,” she coaxes him. His eyes slowly flutter open. He’s still feeling it, she realizes, still a little dazed, and that’s perfect, that’s exactly what she wants. “Look into my eyes,” she orders him softly. “Look at me…that’s it…I’m going to count you down from five, love, and when I reach one and say your trigger you’re going to fall back into a nice, deep trance for me, okay?” She waits for him to nod before she counts: “Five…breathe, that’s it…four…three…relax, now…two…and one, let go, my sleepy boy.”
Newt’s eyes roll up, his lids fluttering shut as he falls under. “Good, so good,” Tina says soothingly, letting his face go only to rub his shoulders where she squeezed him so tight earlier. “Every time I say it, go ten times deeper for me…let go, my sleepy boy…that’s it, ten times deeper, now…let go, my sleepy boy…oh, it feels so good to sink down, to let yourself just melt down into that nice, relaxing trance…let go, my sleepy boy…mmm, yes love, just like that…”
She takes him deeper twice more before the work begins. She removes the tickle trigger, so that she can say his name without tickling him, and alters the pleasure trigger as she always does at the end of a session, so that instead of feeling sexual pleasure when she calls him “good boy” he’ll just get a nice, tingly feeling of satisfaction.
(That was his idea. He loves when she triggers him with my good boy even when they aren’t playing. It reminds him, he’s told her, of how much he loves and trusts her, reminds him that she’s the only Domme he’s ever had who makes him feel this safe and loved.)
She reminds him, as she always does, that he is safe with her. “You may remember,” she tells him, “as much or as little of what happened during your trance as you’d like. But you will remember that you are loved, Newt, you are so loved. There is nothing wrong about what we just did. It was safe, it was done in love, it made you feel good. It was not selfish, it was not ‘dirty.’ It made us both happy, and it was not wrong. Nod if you understand.”
This part, she knows, is so crucial. Newt has never gone into subdrop with her, and Tina likes to think it’s because whenever they do a scene this intense, she reinforces that there is nothing shameful about their play. She’s well aware of the stigma around male subs, and she knows at least one of Newt’s previous Dommes used it against him. She will never do that. Never. Newt is precious to her and she will do everything in her power to make sure he never feels a lick of shame about the things he wants her to do to him.
She slides off his lap and, wincing a little as she feels the squelching wetness in her panties, limps her way to the bathroom. She hastily peels out of her sweaty, damp lingerie, cleans herself up, uses the bathroom (UTIs, she has learned from experience, are not sexy at all), throws on clean panties and a t-shirt, and soaks a washcloth in warm water. A quick stop by the kitchen to get the chocolate and glass of water from the fridge, and she’s back with her boy, where she belongs. Before she brings him back, Tina stops to appreciate the beauty that is a hypnotized Newt. He looks so lovely like this, his eyelashes fluttering against the delicate curve of his cheeks, his chest rising and falling in slow, perfect rhythm.
Newt is always beautiful, but when he’s so relaxed and happy like this, Tina swears she could look at him all day.
She sits back on the couch and gently brings him out of his trance, mentally preparing herself for a drop that never comes. (He’s never dropped, not with her, but one has to be ready…) But Newt just sleepily blinks his eyes a few time, makes the scrunched-up face that she so loves, and smiles dopily when he sees her. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Wow. I mean… wow.”
“Good wow, I hope,” Tina chuckles. She reaches for the washcloth and begins to clean him off. “Can you move, love? Lift up for me…here, just to get these wet pants off…there we go, you can relax now.” She finishes wiping him down, drapes a throw over his naked body and hand-feeds him a bite of chocolate. “There we go…you feeling okay?”
“Always.” He stretches a little and the blanket slides down so that only his lower half is covered. “You always make me feel good,” he tells her, shyly averting his eyes.
“Good. That’s good to hear.” She feeds him another bite of chocolate and makes him drink half the glass of water before she lets him curl up to her side. With a contented sigh she leans back into the arm of the couch, letting Newt melt into her as he pillows his head on her chest. “We can rest here as long as you need,” she promises him, her hand automatically going up to stroke his hair. “As long as you want, sweetheart. I’m right here.”
“Mmm. Good.” Newt slings an arm around her waist and snuggles deeper into her embrace. “I love you so much,” he sighs.
Hearing him say it melts Tina’s steady-beating heart like hot butter on toast, and she gives her lover a well-deserved hug. “I love you too,” she says, and means it with every fiber of her being.