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Hypnosis and the Hounds 1 (MF, hypnosis)

I don’t like to jog on trails where I will meet other people. I dress for comfort when I jog, because regardless of what they say about women not sweating; “we glow”, that isn’t me. I spent ten years in the Infantry, and we sweat.

I spent the same ten years squeezing the boobs I had into the bras that were available. These bras were not large enough for said boobs, stood out a few inches from my chest, died in about four months, and gave me long term back problems that I now get to enjoy.

The cure for back issues is core strength, so I work out a lot. I also jog because I do like my deserts, and they love my ass more than I love what they do to my ass. This means I jog in your standard white girl uniform of Lulu lemon paint on yoga pants and a sports bra. The sports bra keeps my 48G from moving around too much at a low jog, and flattens them a lot, but there is only so much they can do to hide the fact that the boobs match the ass, and pretty much all of it is on display when I jog. Hence, jogging in the woods where I am not meeting ten thousand judgy twig bitches with curve inferiority complexes and ten thousand pervs who seem to think shouting comments that I hated in high college will suddenly work on me now that I am teaching high college.

I also like jogging in the woods because the trade off’s suit me. I am a natural redhead so I burn quickly and easily, and nothing is less wonderful than bra straps rubbing on sunburned shoulders that are peeling like a molting snake. I don’t mind the bugs, because after ten years in the infantry I can just tune them out, and the cool under the trees means I can push harder and not sweat as hard.

Then I met Michael and his hounds.

I had been jogging for about twenty minutes and was taking my time to do my stretches and drink from my backpack hydropack. I was running my hands over my legs and chest, delighting in the feel of my skin so alive and aware. I had one leg raised on the log fence used to keep trail walkers from falling in the deeply undercut creek when Michael and his hounds announced their presence.

One of the Great Danes gave a bark, and I whipped my head around to look. I froze, leg in extension, body pretty much fully displayed to see a grey haired middle aged man with a little bit of middle age spread dressed in tan slacks and a white dress shirt holding two old fashioned heavy chain leashes to a pair of massive Great Danes who trembled in eagerness, without pulling on the leashes held so casually in his hands.

“Don’t stop what you are doing, please, continue. I am Michael, these are Priapus, and Pan. We were also looking to take a break from our walk. Let us all enjoy the benefits of stretching and relaxing. I am a therapist, and come to the woods to restore the peace I need to help others.”

Michael’s voice, what can I say about it? It was not loud, but low and almost furry. It ran down the spine and sent tingles to the only parts of me that had not been exercised in a while. His voice calmed me like a parent stroking my hair, like the feel of your nice heavy blanket on a cold winter’s night. His eyes were dark pools that promised you could get lost in them, and that would be okay.

“Pleased to meet you,” I said, “I am Jan.”

I kept my stretching, turning now so my ass was to him and his dogs as I bent forward to grab my ankles and let the vertebra pop back into place. In yoga pants, with my hips and muscular heart shaped ass, stretching like that in front of him thinned my pants to less than black body paint, outlining my ass and pussy to the point that you could not read the washing label on my thong only because I cut the damned thing off. It did, however, turn my breasts away from him, because this stretch revealed most of my breasts as gravity worked its magic and my sports bra surrendered to superior force and showcased the twins for all to see.

It was then that Pan lunged to the end of his leash and jammed his nose in my crotch, causing me to squeak and fall on my knees.

Pan dug his nose in my crotch and Priapus rushed over to sniff my hair, my face, and then my back. I gave a shout of surprise and objection, while Michael gave a low happy laugh.

“You must forgive them, they are breeding dogs and can’t resist a female in heat.” He laughed.

I hated myself for my blushing. I was red like an apple, my skin hot beyond what my jogging could justify. I hated the fact that Michael was simply stating outright that his dogs could tell I was nothing but a bitch in heat, and he was laughing in his agreement that this was simply a truth. His only question was if I was scared at the fact his dogs were treating me as a bitch in heat.

“Please, can you call them off?” I whimpered, hating myself for the feeling of weakness. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t scared of the dogs, so much as I was scared of how confused I was feeling. I should be angry, I should be indignant. I shouldn’t be terrified that if I faced Michael he would see how my nipples were sticking out like pencils even through the heavy sports bra, and I was terrified that he had caught the slack jawed hypnotized awe with which the sight of Priapus red rocket had captured me.

Michael simply said one word, not even loud, just soft and assured. “Heel.” The two dogs whirled to his side, planting their asses to either side of his hiking booted feet

Michael reached down to stroke first Pan, then Priapus. Each dog stopped panting and staring at me to look up at him in perfect adoration and love. He then reached out and stroked my hair and cheek, as I had turned to come to my knees before him, supposedly on my way to standing up, but his touch stopped that.

“There is nothing happier than a strong healthy animal who is collared and leashed. They know without doubt that they are safe, that they are free to do as they are told and never worry about if it is right or wrong, safe or dangerous, because their owner does that for them. They simply revel in the joy of their strength, their speed, their beauty, their hunger, and their joy. There is no greater freedom than the collar, no greater gift than chains, for only then can you be free of doubt, free of guilt and free of shame. All of those belong to him who holds the leash. The collared are free to simply know joy, and to give it.”

He stroked my hair, hand trailing down to trace my neck, and I could almost feel the heavy steel links of the collar on his dogs, imagining what it would feel like to kneel before Michael, collared naked and leashed.

He turned my chin and directed my gaze to his twin hounds, alert, watchful, and relaxed.

“Magnificent, aren’t they. So much power, so much aggression, yet utterly safe. They were reactive when I got them, dangerous around other dogs and humans due to mistreatment. Now they are therapy dogs. I can bring them around sick people and children, no matter how rough or abrupt they are, neither one will ever bite. They have surrendered their fear to me, in return for their collar and leash. They trust me, and know no fear. They surrendered their anger to me, and now can bring healing. They accepted my mastery, and in return for their trust and obedience, they know only joy and fulfment.”

Michael traced my lips with his finger.

“You know, much of my practice is just teaching people to stop thinking. They get so wound up in troubles they cannot solve, problems they should be setting aside so they can deal with the things they can actually change, that all it takes for me to give them back the ability to deal with their own problems is to teach them to stop thinking. Teach them to trust me, teach them to let me tell them it is okay to not think, to let me think for them. Teach them that it is okay to feel, to be, to not judge how they feel, to not judge what they want, to simply be, and trust that I will keep them safe.”

I was in tears, and didn’t know why.

“It’s not that simple!” I shouted, my mind whirling a thousand directions, filled with all the frustrations, fears, troubles, that I came to the woods to forget.

Michael stared deep into my eyes, and spoke softly.

“Jan, you will look into my eyes. You will look deep into my eyes until you can see nothing else, no one else. There is no one in the world but you and I. We are alone. There has never been anyone else, no family, no friends, no job, only you and I.

Listen to my voice, listen only to my voice. You are bound in chains, heavy chains. Every single part of your body is bound with chains. Your arms are bound, your legs are bound, your knees are bound, your neck is collared. The only thing you can move is your mouth.

I am gonna count down from ten, and you are gonna begin to ignore all the parts of you that are bound. They are not essential. They are not where you can be free. They can’t bring you joy.

Ten. Your mouth is free.

Nine. Your mouth is soft and gorgeous.

Eight. Your mouth is loving.

Seven. Your mouth is yours alone.

Six. You can bring joy with your mouth.

Five. You can discover purpose with your mouth.

Four. You can have power with your mouth.

Three. You can show love with your mouth.

Two. You can take control with your mouth.

One. There is no greater joy than to give pleasure with your mouth.”

Michael was tracing my lips with his finger, but now I was turning and trying to take his finger into my mouth. I wanted his finger in my mouth, I needed it. I needed to show him I was free, I needed to show him I was powerful. I needed to show him I was in control.

I caught his finger and sucked it into my mouth. I stared deeply into his eyes and swirled my tongue around his finger, sucking it deeply. Showing the love only my mouth could bring. I was free so long as I could show love with my mouth. I was happy, so long as I could bring joy with my mouth. I was in control, as long as I was showing love with my mouth.

“Jan, is my finger enough? Or do you desire something else? Is this enough control for you, or do you want to show me how powerful you really are?”

Michael’s voice was so strong, so safe. He made me feel safe enough to tell the truth.

“Your cock. Please, I need to show you I am in control. I need to show you I am strong, I need to show you I am free. I need to bring joy to have purpose. Please, let me prove how free I am with your cock!”

Did he figure out? How could I be strong, how could I be free and proud, independent and in control if all I had was a finger? How could I bring joy, how could I prove my worth and my freedom if I did not have his cock?

Michael unzipped his pants, and pulled out a magnificent cock. I knew why I could never be free with my husband, why I could never be proud, or strong, or safe. My husband’s cock was pathetic. How could I be strong without a real cock in my mouth? How could I be strong unless I could prove I brought joy by blast after blast of cum showing my worth, showing my strength?

He stepped forward and I took him in my mouth. I was free at last, I felt my whole body catch fire. I moaned around his cock, taking him deep in my mouth, then my throat. I forced myself down his shaft, gagging, but not stopping. I pressed my nose into his pubic hair to prove he was all in my throat.

I was strong, I was powerful, I was in control! I did not need to breathe, I could hold him like this, and let my tongue lap at the underside, tease his balls.

I pulled back and traced his cock’s every vein with my tongue. I took each one of his balls in my mouth to show I was in control. I worshipped his balls with my mouth, staring up into Michaels eyes to show him how free I was, how in control, how strong.

Moaning, I could not keep away from his hard cock any longer. I took him in my mouth and began to bob on it faster, stopping occasionally to swirl my tongue around his hood and lick the piss slit of the lovely pre cum. I felt my power growing, felt his body begin to shake. This was it, this was where I show who is in control. I went faster, gagging, but forcing myself to pull him deeper.

His hands now grabbed at my hair, and he began fucking my face.

I grinned as drool dribbled down my sport bra like a slimy waterfall. This was my ultimate victory, I had taken his control to the point he was helplessly fucking my face like a cunt. I lapped at his hard cock and slurped at it, hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeply.

I felt his cock explode in my mouth. Blast after blast filled my mouth and I drank them down. I pulled back to let the lasts blasts spray over my face and hair, a testament to my power, to my victory. With each blast that sprayed my face, my neck, my hair, and my top, I felt the chains that bound me fall away.

Raising my hands at last, I cupped his balls and lapped at his softening cock to take the last of his precious seed into my mouth, leaving only the cum on my face as sign of my power, my freedom, and my victory.

“You see how powerful I am, how free I am, Master?” I boasted proudly.

Michael looked down at me and smiled, my whole body lit up like a candle.

“Yes Jan, there has never been a woman more free, and more powerful than you. Now we are going to celebrate that freedom together. I am going to count slowly to ten. As I count, you are going to take every bit of cum on your face, your hair, and your clothes and you are going to swallow it. Can you do that Jan? When I get to ten, you are going to forget everything we did until you kneel before me again. You will know only that you are relaxed, strong, confident, and happy.”

I grinned. He had no idea how powerful I was. I could do that easily.

“One. I am gonna leave you my card.

Two. If you want to do more sessions with me, become stronger, become more free, call me.

Three. If you want to be as free as Priapus, as free as Pan, you may beg for my collar.

Four If you want to prove you deserve to be collared, you will have to earn your place.

Five If you want to be a collared bitch, you will have to serve me as a therapy bitch.

Six If you are truly free, you will be happy to show everyone how you can please them

Seven If you are truly powerful, you will show my friends how powerful you are with those I heal.

Eight If you are truly free, you will give to me your shame, your fear, your doubt.

Nine If you are truly free, you will let me think for you, and you will be glorious, magnificent, and free.

Ten If you can’t accept this, throw the card away.”

I blinked. I was on my knees before Michael, and my knees felt like the rocks had dug into them pretty deeply. I wasn’t sure why I had stayed so long on my knees after falling over, but when Michael extended his hand, I took it with a smile that made me blush.

“Here is my card Jan. Call me if you want to explore some of my therapy sessions. I am sure I can make you feel even more relaxed and confident than you are right now. Besides, my dogs adore you, and they are excellent judges of females.”

I should have objected to that, but I giggled. I pulled my sports bra out to allow him a view only my husband should have, and he tucked his company card into my generous cleavage.

I finished my jog. I felt so light, my body moved so smoothly. I can’t remember the last time I felt no tension in my body at all. It was like having a heavy weight I didn’t know I was carrying suddenly taken away. I knew my schedule was busy, but I would discover time to meet Michael for more sessions.

I hadn’t felt this in control in a long time.

NSFW: yes

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