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Hypnosis and the Hounds (MF, hypnosis)

I was waiting at the Michael’s office, Leashholder Therapy, doing post run stretches. The three km was enough to create up a good sweat and really loosen up my muscles, but it gave me too much time to think about Michael. Every time I stopped myself from thinking about Michael, I found myself thinking of Pan and Priapus, his two Great Danes and the threatening red rockets they sported when they sniffed my arousal. I shut down that line of wondered, but it only brought me back to remembering Michael reaching down to help me up. In my mind, he was no longer reaching down to help me up, but to put a stainless-steel choke collar on me, as he had his two dogs. I tried to remember how Michael looked when we were both standing, but in my mind, I only wanted to see him from the position of kneeling in front of him.

God I am glad I sweat. No woman in the world may have ever said that, because sweat is embarrassing. It is less embarrassing than what it hides. I am so glad I ran the three km to get here, because otherwise the wetness of my yoga pants would advertise to Michael that my pussy was soaked to the point I had no choice but to run to a man not my husband to confess my issue.

“Mmmm. Very nice Jan. How about you show me that stretch from the front now?” Michael said, having somehow arrived behind me while I was obsessed trying not to touch myself in the street in front of his office door. I realized he had stopped and admired the view of my ass as I did my stretches, and now he was asking me to show him from the front.

My nipples had not been able to go down since my stalled masturbation session, but the wondered of displaying myself for Michael there on the street made them so sensitive I whimpered audibly as I turned.

Looking helplessly with my wide blue eyes into his hazel ones, I bent slowly down at the waist, allowing him a nice slow look at my cleavage as I bent in front of him. I had my arms in front of me for the stretch, but I felt the need to show more for Michael, so I placed my hands behind my head, and slowly raised myself back to standing with my chest thrust out as if for display.

I stood there, hands behind my head, legs spread as Michael eyed me and his two Great Danes jammed their noses into my yoga clad crotch and bottom, burrowing like there were treats inside. Michael watched my helpless expression with a calm knowing smirk.

Michael took his time, and moved slowly around me, taking the time to enjoy the view from every angle, before opening his door with an electronic fob. He gestured me to proceed him in through the entry of Leashholder Therapy.

“Great to see you Jan, I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon. Is there something you need help with.”

Michael’s voice was so calm, so deep, so peaceful that it made me feel safe in a way I couldn’t remember. I began stroking Pan’s head and back as the big Great Dane sniffed my hair and rubbed his head against me. It gave me something to do with my hands, and an excuse not to look at Michael.

“Michael, since our introductory session on the trail, I have developed a problem.” I began, then got lost as to how to explain the rest. I couldn’t, I mean, what I needed to say, I just can’t!

Michael took one of the leashes from his desk, and let the heavy stainless chain swing before him, catching the light.

“Is it something you would have a hard time telling anyone? Something shameful, that you are scared of other people finding out, scared they will think less of you?” Michael asked, swinging the leash slowly, letting the spinning terminal hook spin and catch the light.

“Yes Michael.” I admitted. Stroking Pan, and watching the leash as if as long as it was all I saw, I could ignore everyone else in the room.

“Do you know what is magical about the leash Jan?” Michael asked, swinging it slowly in front of him.

“No sir.” I replied, letting my focus shrink down to the leash, and Michael’s voice.

“The leash is the ultimate transfer of responsibility. Once you are leashed, you are not responsible. You are not a person who can feel guilt or shame, can feel fear or doubt. You are an animal. You are an object. You are property. You are safe and cared for. You have the greatest gift the world can offer any woman, you have a leash holder. One who will bear the responsibly for your choices, one who accepts all guilt, all shame, one who carries all your doubts. Your leashholder will free you to simply obey, to be. Your leashholder will think, so that you can please, can know joy, can bring joy to others. Isn’t that a wonderful gift Jan?”

Michael’s voice intoned softly.

“Yes Michael, I envy Pan and Priapus so much because you hold their leashes.” I admitted.

“Pan and Priapus are therapy dogs Jan. They are trained to not react to humans who are in emotional distress. They are trained to give comfort and never to harm those they are in therapy with. Pan and Priapus never growl or bite, never feel fear or anger, never feel doubt or shame, because I hold their leash, and they trust me absolutely.” Michael intoned as he used one part of the leash in his right hand to slowly swing in front of my eyes, but the slack of the rest of it he allowed to drape over one of my shoulders, against the edge of my neck.

I groaned and leaned into the steel, bending my head down to trap the cold stainless steel against my flesh. Stroking the fur of the Great Dane in front of me with almost frenzied urgency.

“If I were to leash you, would you be able to trust me enough to share why you are here today Jan?” Michael intoned.

I leaned forward, attempting to kiss the swinging leash, babbling the entire time. “Please sir, please, would you collar and leash me?”

Michael laughed. “No Jan, you would have to earn my collar. You would have to show that you are as committed to being a therapy tool as my dogs are, before I could give you that honour. I will leash you though, and take up the burden of your choices, and your thoughts, your guilt, and your shame. All I ask in return is that you share with me honestly the reason you needed to see me today.”

Michael was serious now, his voice low, slow, and deliberate. It was as if he needed me to take in each word by itself, that I miss nothing he said in my urgency to get to the freedom of his chains.

I buried my face in Pan’s neck, unable to meet Michaels eyes, and begged him at last.

“Please leash me, sir. Please!” I begged, and had to clench my thighs together because my sex cried out so badly for relief, for any touch, or even just to be open to HIS view.

I felt Michael move my hair off my shoulder, where my ponytail had come to rest, and fed the heavy stainless chain around my neck, before clipping it to itself. Now I was in a stainless choke collar made from the leash. The other end of the leash was in his hand, and I groaned in sexual need when I traced every steel link between my neck and his hand.

“You are not a person any more Jan. People feel shame, but you aren’t a person. You are property. You are my property. What is yours belongs to me. You have something that scares you, something that bothers you, something that burdens you. You are not a person anymore who gets to have fears, who gets to feel shame. Those belong to me. You will give it to me now, and you will feel the burden of it pass along the leash to my hands. You will surrender it to me, as you surrender yourself to me, and then you will feel free.”

Michael’s words were soft, but so strong. I shuddered physically as they went all the way through me. I began to babble. I couldn’t stop. The words just fell out of me in a rush to get out.

“I had to see you today because I can’t stop masturbating thinking about you, but I can’t cum. I can’t cum unless you tell me to!”

I just about came from saying it. The rush of endorphins and enkephalins was like a heroin shot. My body felt light, so light I could float on air. All the tension and pain left from me like I had been an overstressed guitar string that suddenly snapped.

Michael sounded confused, then concerned.

“Jan, I never took away your orgasm. I never ordered you to give your orgasms to me. I would never take that from you. It is not healthy to surrender control of your sexuality unless you are inside an agreed submissive relationship whose boundaries have been previously well mapped and accepted. I would never force this on anyone I just met.”

I caught a loop of the leash in my mouth, and sucked it. Letting my eyes close and a smile form. The leash makes me free. Free to tell the truth.

“I know you never asked, but I wanted to give them to you. I wanted you to have control of that part of me, sir. I wanted you to be, sir.”

I said, running my hands over my breasts, and tweaking my own nipples, still with my eyes closed. If I couldn’t see your face, I couldn’t see any rejection. I wasn’t allowed to feel fear, but I couldn’t face rejection now that I spoke the truth.

Michael got up and went to the camera set beside his desk and aimed at the couch. I had to come off the couch and crawl on the floor to keep up, as the leash around my neck left little slack.

Kneeling before the camera, two dogs flanking me with interested expressions, I saw Michael stand beside the camera and smile at me.

“For the record Jan, you chose to give me control of your orgasms without any suggestion of my own, correct?” Michael asked. He was so very professional, so very proper. He deserved to hold my leash.

“Yes sir. After meeting you, I didn’t feel I deserved to be in control of my sexuality, of my body, or of myself. I wanted someone superior, someone stronger, someone wiser to have that control. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t fantasize about anything except you and your two dogs. No sane professional woman, no wife, no mother fantasizes about being taken by two dogs in front of their master. No woman who deserves to be free has needs like that. I couldn’t be trusted with my sexuality. Only you could.”

I said it, kneeling and spreading my legs, placing my hands behind my back, thrusting my chest out, extending my neck up, arching my back to better display my breasts and sex, as well as my utter submission.

Michael snarled now, almost savagely. “Show me how you touch yourself!”

I stripped in a hurry. I wish I could say it was an artful strip tease, but I fell on my back in my haste to rip my yoga pants off, but forgot my shoes were on. I almost wept in frustration untying the laces. I tore off my bra and literally tossed it onto Priapus Great Dane Head. He sniffed it curiously as I again spread my legs and faced Michael.

This time I put on a show. This is not how I do it alone, but I wanted Michael to see how much I wanted him. I raised my right breast to my mouth and sucked the nipple. I can’t tell you how I felt, looking Michael in the eye as I sucked my nipple for him.

I repeated it with my left breast, sucking my nipple until it ached.

Then I brought my right hand down to rub the outside of my sex, not my clit, and not inside my folds, just stroking my mound and outer labia softly, ever so softly as my left hand worked my breast.

I dipped my fingers into my pussy at last, and shuddered so hard I just about fell. My leg actually spasmed, and my eyes flew open wide.

“OH GOD!” I screamed, and Priapus barked.

I began to work my fingers into my pussy, first two and then three. I brought my left hand down to start to frig my clit. I couldn’t believe I couldn’t hold out any longer than this. The masturbation session I began this morning never ended, I was still on edge and careening towards the abyss.

“Do you need to cum Jan?” Michael asked gently?

“Please Master!” I screamed, way too loud. If I was allowed to worry, I would have feared the police being summoned for my screaming. Luckily, I was not allowed to think.

“Will you do as you are told for me today, no matter what?” Michael asked.

“Yes sir!” I begged, fingers flying on my clit, my ass bouncing off the ground with the urgency of my need.

“Will you answer all my questions honestly, no matter how embarrassing?” Michael asked.

Oh god, would I give him everything he needed to own me forever? My fingers flew on my clit like a hummingbird in flight. YES

“YES GOD PLEASE. Please let me cum sir!” I begged.

“Cum for me Jan.” Michael spoke.

I came. Oh my god. I fell down and wet myself. I wondered it was pee, but I still had to go, so I guess it wasn’t. It sprayed from me as I fell on my back, legs spread and back arching like I was stuck to a live wire.

“Is this what a free woman does? Is this how a proper wife and mother acts? Is this what a teacher should be doing?” Michael asked me softly.

“NO!” I screamed helplessly, shame threatening to well up inside again at the wondered.

“Property feels no shame, property is not allowed shame. Property pleases. Property obeys. Property knows joy and surrender. Property feels pride when it pleases master. Do you want to be property Jan?” Michael asked, now almost as urgent as the thrusts going into me.

“YES! GOD YES. I want to be your slave, your slut, your whore. Your bitch. Your animal, your PROPERTY!” I screamed.

“Then cum for me Jan, cum and become my property.” Michael demanded.

Michael descended on me like a mad dog himself. He flipped me onto my face, knees up. He wrapped the leash three times around his fist to pull my throat tight against the leash.

I felt him then dipping his fingers in my cum and shoving it in my tight asshole.

First one finger then two. I wondered I couldn’t feel anything more since my pussy was still burning from its stretching, but Michaels fingers forcing my little tight rosebud to yield were making me begin to push back into his hands and whimper.

He rubbed his hard cock against my leaking pussy, rubbing it and making me buck against him. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I guessed later he was lubing his cock with dog cum because the next thing I felt was his cock head, slimy with my cum, replacing his three fingers at my asshole.

“I own your ass now Jan. You are my property. You are lower than my dogs, less than an animal because you are a woman that lets herself be used like an animal. You exist only to please me, and to please those people I order you to serve; and you are beautiful.”

His cock forced its way through my tight puckered ring, but he paused as he called me gorgeous, and I spasmed around his hardness. Oh god, I wanted him in my ass forever. Michael and only Michael. I wanted him to literally own my ass, for it to all the time and forever be his alone.

I pushed back into him.

Laughing he began to thrust into me. He pulled out again and again to slop more lube in me, but each push went deeper.

“You are beautiful, you are a good girl, a good slut. A good slave. You are a good therapy bitch. You like to please don’t you slut?” Michael asked as he forced his way into me. I fingered my clit as he forced his hard cock deeper.

“Yes Master. I want to please. I want to be your bitch!” I ground my face into the ground as Michael picked up his pace and began fucking me harder. I was holding off on my own orgasm as I could feel Michael’s breathing getting ragged. Finally he roared.

“Marking you as mine, you brainless fuck puppet! Michael roared as he emptied his balls in me in a dozen shuddering bursts. I let my own last orgasm erupt from me, letting the spasms of my ass milk his cock dry.

Stepping away from me. Michael unhooked the leash from me. Moving in front of me, he set the leash to swinging again, catching the light and my post orgasmic fog.

“Do you see this leash Jan? You wore it for a time because you needed to. You gave up control to me for a time because you needed to. You didn’t feel safe in control of yourself until you surrendered to me, but now you are better. You don’t need anyone else in control. You are a strong, confident, capable woman. Say it with me Jan.”

Looking at the leash as it spun and sparkled in the light, I felt so at peace. I agreed with Michael’s words. They felt right. They felt true.

“I don’t need anyone else in control. I am a strong confident capable woman.” I said it, and relaxed. It was true. I was in control of me. I didn’t need anyone else. I felt great.

“When I count to ten, you are going to remember what we did here only when we are having other sessions. You will remember only how wonderful you feel, how in control you feel, and how amazingly strong and confident you are.” Michael intoned, before counting slowly to ten, as I watched the leash spinning.

I dressed in a daze, seeming to come into my awareness as I put on each piece of clothes. As I did my laces, I thought if I had taken them off to do some yoga or similar practice with Michael. I couldn’t remember what we did, but I have never felt better. Never felt stronger, never felt more in control.

I looked over at Michael, and a sudden urge came upon me.

I dropped to my knees and crawled around Michael’s desk. I went to his belt and began to unbuckle it.

“Jan, what are you doing? I am your therapist, this is inappropriate. I am not asking this of you!” Michael objected, in a confused and half-hearted way as he raised his hands to the side rather than stopping me.

I growled at him.

“Session is over. You are not in control anymore. This is my choice. This is what I want.” I could see by the bulge in his pants that he was turned on. If I confessed what I think I did during the session, the poor guy will have blue balls. There is no way I can reward him for giving me back the ability to cum by leaving him with blue balls.

I took his cock out of his pants and it looked funny. I was so horny I didn’t think, just took his semi hard length into my mouth.

I knew that taste. I tasted it on my plug when I took it out of me. Naughty boy! The good doctor must have had a guest last night, and fucker her up the ass! Or him. I can see how any man or woman would be quick to allow the good doctor to drill them like a Texas oilfield at the slightest suggestion of desire.

I grinned up at him, and licked his cock clean, following up to lick his balls. There was very definitely a taste of cum on his balls, a mix of women and sperm. I sucked each one of his balls until clean and then took his full length in my mouth.

I never felt so in control as when I had a hard cock in my mouth. I looked up at the good doctor, I may not have been able to fix my issue without help, but now as I fellated him deeply, he was the one without any control. He was the helpless one.

I pulled off my sports bra, and let the drool from his precum and my saliva drip onto my breasts as I cupped his magnificent and spit covered cock between my breasts.

I bounced up and down on his cock, letting his hard length turn my enormous tits into just another piece of fuck meat, just another fleshlight. I took him into my mouth at the depth of every bounce, swirling my tongue around his crown.

I worked his cock for almost twenty minutes, the longest anyone has ever survived one of my blowjobs. Normally a man who hasn’t just had sex would be lucky to last two minutes, let alone ten. To last that long with the last ass he had being the night before, Michael really was god’s gift to women.

I felt him begin to buck against me and took his head into my mouth, vacuuming him dry. I sucked his cock until he used his hands to pull me off, because the sensations were too much for him. I grinned and put on my sports bra.

“That was not required Jan, but I quite enjoyed it.” Michael laughed softly.

“I felt I needed to give something back, for the help you gave me yesterday and today.” I announced honestly.

Michael toyed with his belt as he tucked himself back in his clothes, as if toying with an idea.

“Jan, if you felt like giving back, there is a group that I moderate I could use your help with. I have Pan and Priapus as therapy dogs of course, but this group has a fair amount of anger and fragility. I think that if you chose to be a therapy aid like my dogs, you could really make a great healing contribution.”

I felt a rush in me as he compared me to his therapy dogs, as he called me a therapy aid, a tool. I couldn’t let him see how that made me want to finger myself right in front of him. I tried to be cool and sound vaguely interested.

“I would love to help. Just text me the time and place.” I said, looking up to see Michael smiling like the master of the world.

I blushed and looked down. Trying to get away from thinking about how I felt when he looked down on me with that sense of ownership I asked for the details I should have asked the first time.

“What sort of a group is it?” I asked as I began walking towards the door out, and my long jog home.

“An older men’s erectile disfunction support group.” Michael said.

I walked into the door, my mind blanking for a second. I fumbled for the door, and bolted out. Michaels laughter ringing in my ears as his dogs barked a happy WOOF at my stunned reaction.

I was trembling in anticipation, and had no clue why.

NSFW: yes

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