Soforia's Hypnotic Silken Web

Paul collapsed into his chair exhausted and looked at the package in his hands. He’d been working like crazy recently. His promotion gave him more status and more money (which he liked) but also gave him extra responsibilities and frequent headaches (which he didn’t). To make things worse he’d started losing sleep. He’d frequently wake at 3am worrying about the latest deadline or directive from Head Office. He’d then spend hours trying to get back to sleep; only to finally lose consciousness just an hour or so before his alarm clock signalled the start of yet another fraught day at the office. He knew his career was on track but things were getting so difficult. Finally he’d decided to do something about it.

One night, late after work, Paul had been trying to relax by idly flicking from one TV channel to the next. He’d stumbled across an ad for “Dr Stephanie Nelson’s Miracle Tapes” ™. He’d started to hear quite a lot about Dr Nelson. A month or so ago he’d read an article in ‘Time’ about how she’d built an empire selling motivational tapes. Paul had always dismissed such things as rubbish that simply helped the weak-willed to stop smoking or feel better about themselves. But the article went into great detail about how the author had always been sceptical until they had met with Dr Nelson and been given a tape to try. Clearly the tape was a winner because the author spent the rest of the piece enthusing about how much more relaxed and productive they had become. Paul had made a mental note to look at Nelson’s web site but, typically, the pressure of work had soon pushed the thought to the back of his mind. But this TV ad rekindled his interest. The ad was one of those 20 minute ‘infomercials’, featuring a variety of people saying how Dr Nelson had changed their lives. The people were far from the usual cuckoos – several were well known celebrities and even a couple of business leaders whom Paul admired. He decided to ring the number on screen.

After a couple of rings the call was answered by a young woman who took some simple details (age, gender, marital status) and then read out a series of topics for Paul to choose from. Each topic led to another series of questions and pretty soon the young woman was telling Paul that what he needed was ‘Dr Nelson’s Miracle Tape’™ number 76a, ‘Take control’ (for busy executives). Paul liked the sound of it and ordered the CD.

Now, just a few days later, he was about to see whether he’d been duped. The night he placed the order Paul had gone to bed feeling really good. As he’d been speaking with young woman there was a pleasant tune playing in the background and, as he slept that night, he dreamt that he could hear the tune again. He’d woken feeling wonderful but as the day wore on he’d begun to think that maybe the whole thing was a scam and he’d been made a fool of. ‘Dr Nelson’s Miracle Tape’™ number 76a cost just over a thousand dollars and, although it seemed like a great idea when he ordered it, he now seriously doubted that any self-improvement/motivational course could possibly be that good.

As he opened the package Paul was surprised to notice that his hands were shaking a little. He was immediately surprised by the contents of the package: a CD case, containing a single disk. No advertising material; no promises of better results with the next order; no discounts on subsequent disks. Just a professionally produced disk in a nice presentation case. Interesting.

Paul put the disk in his CD system and waited.

After a short pause he was greeted by the pleasant music he remembered from when he ordered the disk. Soon a woman’s voice began to address him.

‘Hello. I’m Dr Stephanie Nelson. Welcome to my miracle tape for busy executives.

Over the next hour I’m going to help you find new ways of focusing your mind and attaining your full potential. All you have to do is listen and relax.’

Paul was pleasantly surprised by how warm and sexy the voice sounded. The Time article (and the infomercial) gave no details about the mysterious Dr Nelson – apparently she liked to guard her privacy. He’d imagined that she either didn’t exist or would sound like some middle-aged school teacher, barking instructions. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Her voice was feminine yet authoritative. She clearly knew what she was doing but it was a very nice voice to listen to. Paul realised that while he was daydreaming about her voice, Dr Nelson was busy giving him instructions:

‘Before you listen to this recording, you must certify that you are at least 21 years old and will not reproduce, copy, broadcast or otherwise violate the terms and conditions of this course. In order to make this agreement you must place this CD in an internet enabled computer and run the file ‘Stephanie.exe’. This will allow you to access the rest of the disk.

For best results I recommend that you listen to the recording using headphones. Preferably after a bath or shower, when you will feel more relaxed. If you choose to get dressed, please wear loose fitting clothes that will not restrict your comfort. For optimum results why not listen in a warm bed without the encumbrance of clothes.’

The music continued for a while and then slowly the volume lowered until Paul was left sitting in silence.

He smiled to himself. Anyone who would go to such lengths to protect their copyright must have something worth copying. He felt less like an idiot now. Maybe his $1,000 had been a good investment after all. Either way, he had no option but to load the disk into his computer and follow the instructions.

‘Stephanie.exe’ opened a blue screen which simply required him to put in his personal details and check a box to show that he accepted all the necessary copyright statements. After a few seconds a small box opened with the words, ‘Thank you. Please proceed’.

The screen went black and the disk drawer opened automatically, suggesting that the disk was now ready to play.

Hurriedly Paul went to his den and placed the CD in the system. He didn’t bother with a shower or headphones.

‘Hello’, said the familiar, silky voice, ‘my name is Dr Stephanie Nelson. Thank you for agreeing to the terms and conditions of this course of therapy.

This course has been especially designed for busy executives like you. I hope that you have followed my suggestions and are listening in a warm bed, free from distractions and clothing, just after a bath or shower. If that is correct you are already well on the way to fulfilling your potential. Well done.

However, if you are not in the desired state, you are already failing yourself.’

There was a pause and Paul suddenly felt very guilty.

‘You see’, the voice continued, ‘many executives feel that they are busy all the time. And this leads to them cutting corners and rushing things. They think they are being smart but they are short changing themselves and their customers. If you have followed my instructions to this point you are doing very well and are ready to continue. If you have not done so, then you are demonstrating a failure to engage with the therapy. You may continue but I hope that you will pause the disk, follow my suggestion, and then resume. That way we can be sure that you will gain maximum effect from this course.’

Oh, what the hell – Paul thought – a thousand bucks, I might as well do the whole thing. He pressed ‘stop’ and went to the bathroom. Ten minutes (and one hot shower later) he was dry and stretched out on his bed, ready to listen to that voice again.

He felt a little silly, lying there in the nude, but he was determined to get his monies worth.

Paul adjusted his headphones and pressed ‘play’. The recording resumed from where he’d left it. The music played in the background but there was no voice. He was about to check the settings when the music volume dipped and Dr Nelson’s voice appeared, sounding very close (he was delighted that he’d done as she suggested and put on headphones).

‘Thank you, for purchasing my recording and for giving yourself to this enterprise.

Yes. By purchasing this recording, and following my suggestions, you are part of a joint enterprise to help focus your mind and achieve your maximum potential.

First, let’s clear away all those unnecessary distractions and thoughts.

You should be lying comfortably. Place your hands by your sides.

The room should be dimly lit or completely dark, whichever feels most soothing.

Now. Let’s begin by taking a nice deep breath, all the way in through your nose…. Hold it.

And slowly part your lips and let the breath escape slowly through your mouth.’

Paul heard his breath whoosh out of his body and was surprised how much better he felt. The recording continued with more deep breathing exercises.

‘And now you can relax even more and realise how much more relaxed you feel now, than you felt just a few minutes ago when we began. So relaxed. Sooo deeply relaxed’.

Paul let out a sigh. Her voice was so lovely and he did feel relaxed after that hot shower and all this deep breathing.

‘And as you realise how relaxed you feel, you can let go even more and become even more relaxed…. Even more relaxed.

And now we can begin the most important stage of our work.

This stage uses the power of visualisation so that you can see how successful you will become.

By visualising yourself as the success you deserve to be, you can fix a powerful image in your mind. Once you have the image, the reality will soon follow.’

Paul smiled. He’d heard about race car drivers visualizing a lap before they drove it; and Olympic athletes visualizing their perfect race to a gold medal. This was going to be good.

‘I want you to visualise yourself in a perfect state of relaxation. Your eyes are probably closed already but if they’re not you should let them close now.  Experience  how relaxed your eyes are. The muscles around your eyes so smooth. Now allow those muscles to relax a little bit more….. a little bit more. And now give yourself permission to relax so much that your eyes will stay closed until I tell them otherwise. Your eyes must be closed for the visualisation to work. Just let them close down and seal shut.

Yes, closed down and sealed shut.

Tightly closed….. deeply relaxed and heavy.

Paul’s eyes had been closed for quite some time, it had happened almost automatically as he focused on his breathing and Her voice, but now that She drew his attention to it, he realised how heavy they were and what a relief it was to know that they could go on resting. Another sigh escaped his parted lips.

‘Very good. You are doing so well.

And now I want you to imagine yourself, as you are right now. Perfectly relaxed. Just listening to my voice and letting your body sink deeper into the bed.

Deeper into the softness as you relax more and more…. Deeper and deeper.

Your body is heavy and relaxed. Sinking deeper and deeper into the softness.’

In his mind’s eye,  Paul could see himself, as if looking down from above. Stretched out on his bed, eyes shut, sinking….

‘And I want you to imagine that the room is filling with a warm blue mist. A warm blue mist that slowly fills the room and swirls over your body… caressing every muscle, every pore. Slowly rolling over your body, just as my words are washing over your mind. Washing over your mind and making you feel so relaxed, so drowsy.

It’s only natural to get drowsy when you’re so relaxed.

It’s only natural to get drowsy… so drowsy.

My words help you to relax and get even drowsier.

Even drowsier.

My words washing over you, washing over you.

My words washing over you and sending you deeper and deeper… drowsier and drowsier.

The mist is like a soft anaesthetic that takes away all your tensions and all your worries. The mist is a soft anaesthetic that takes away all your tensions and all your worries.

And you can imagine yourself giving in to the relaxation… giving in to the drowsiness.

Giving in and going deeper.

Giving in and going deeper… and deeper…

Drowsier and drowsier.’

Paul wasn’t sure what was happening. He felt incredibly relaxed but also a little giddy – like he’d been drugged. He thought about reaching over to turn off the disc but the effort was too great.

‘And now more mist is flowing into the room. This mist is a deep, deep shade of blue and it relaxes you even more.

Imagine the mist swirling around you, beginning with your feet. The mist swirls around your feet. Relaxing them, taking away all tension so that your feet feel warm and heavy and completely relaxed.

Warm and heavy and completely relaxed.

And now the mist is slowly rising up your body, swirling over your calves and knees. Up over your thighs. Swirling around and around, relaxing your legs… making them warm and heavy and completely relaxed.

Warm and heavy and completely relaxed.

And now the mist rolls up over your torso, enveloping your chest and arms. Swirling around and around, spreading deep, deep relaxation throughout your body.  Deep deep relaxation throughout your entire body now.

You feel so heavy, so drowsy, so sleepy.

Yes. So heavy. So drowsy. So sleepy.

Sleepy. Drowsy.

Drowsy and sleepy.  The gentle blue mist magic anaesthesia  is slowly sending you to sleep.

Imagine the deep waves of blue mist swirling around and around, over and under your body and sending you to sleep. See the wisps of mist drifting up over your face and into your lungs…. Taking you down deep, deep into sleep.

Deep deep into sleep for me now.

Deep deep asleep. Deep deep asleep.

Going deeper…and deeper… and deeper.

Feel yourself floating on this mist of deep sleep and total comfort.

Deep sleep and total comfort….

Deep sleep and total comfort….’

Paul was completely overwhelmed. He’d been enjoying the sensations, imagining the playful mist. It had seemed so easy and so real. He’d followed along easily and found himself dropping like a stone. He was dimly aware that the Voice the sending him to sleep – hypnotizing him? But it was too difficult to think beyond the images that She was suggesting. He could sense the mist enveloping his body and his mind could only drift obediently into trance.

‘Sleep. Sleeeep.Sleep.’

The Voice continued to deepen Paul’s trance, having him imagine himself in an elevator, slowly descending from the twentieth floor, all the way down to zero. Every number took him deeper until eventually he was ready to receive whatever instructions Stephanie Nelson desired.

Until this point on the CD the audio track consisted of a background music track (including suitable subliminals) and a standard induction copied to all the customers selected for that particular product. However, the questions asked of each customer, when ordering, were designed not only to identify the most powerful recording for their needs and desires, but also to identify anyone who might be of use to Stephanie and her growing business empire. Paul’s particular specialization was just what Stephanie needed. His order had been highlighted and forwarded to her personally. She had recorded a new thirty minute segment to condition Paul in a very particular way that would ensure his continued servitude. That segment was about to begin.

Paul lay on his bed. Naked and deeply hypnotized.

His headphones were still in place, delivering the silky tones of his new-found Goddess, Dr Stephanie Nelson.

He’d ordered a motivational CD to relieve stress and help him advance his career. But now he was helplessly listening as Stephanie took him to new depths of hypnotic sleep. The first part of the CD had been designed as a general induction for anyone judged as suitable for ‘Dr Nelson’s Miracle Tape’™ number 76a, ‘Take control’ (for busy executives). But Paul’s details had activated a system that helped identify people with particular skills that would be useful to Stephanie’s empire. She had personally recorded a special thirty minute segment to capture Paul in a very unique way. That segment was about to begin:

‘You are deep asleep and doing so well.

Now it is time for us to begin your very special training.

First, I want you to remove any items of clothing. Do it quickly and then relax again. If you are already naked, you can simply lie back and listen to the beautiful music. The beautiful music that takes you deeper and makes you mine.’

After a short pause Her Voice continued:

‘Hello Paul, this is Stephanie.’

Paul gasped – hearing HER VOICE say his name stirred something deep- hidden – inside him. Paul was slipping deeper into Her control with every word and it felt like the most sensuous experience of his life.

‘You are doing very well Paul. I am proud of you.

Yes Paul. This is Stephanie speaking only to you.

It is very important that you are successful.

You want to be successful – that’s why you came to Me.

Coming to Me will make you successful.

Coming to Me will make you successful and powerful.

And you will use that success to help Me.

Won’t you Paul?’

Paul’s lips trembled as a barely audible ‘yesssss’ escaped him.

‘Now relax completely and let My words flow over you.

You have done very well.

You have followed my suggestions and let my wonderful, soft, silky voice send you into a deep, deep sleep.

Using nothing more than my Voice, I have lulled you into a deep hypnotic sleep.

Yes, Paul. You are hypnotized.

Hypnotized.’

Paul felt himself slip even deeper as his lips mouthed the word…. ‘hypnotized’.

‘Many men fantasize about being hypnotized by a beautiful woman.

They imagine how wonderful it would be, to simply let go, relax, and allow a woman to seduce them completely.

To be seduced so deeply that all your defenses simply melt away.

To be seduced so deeply that your will simply melts away into deep, sleepy surrender.

Deep and dreamy.

Sleepy surrender.

Visualize yourself now Paul.

Lying on your bed, listening to me as I hypnotize you.

You are living a fantasy Paul.

The fantasy of deep hypnosis is now a reality for you Paul.

And as you continue to listen and go deeper, all your fantasies will come true.

As you continue to listen and go deeper, all your fantasies will come true.’

Paul smiled….. his desire for success was so powerful that it was now driving him on, deeper, always deeper.

‘You see Paul, I know your fantasies.

I know your fantasies better than you do.

You didn’t know that you fantasized about being hypnotized, but here you are. Hypnotized.

Seduced and enslaved by My Voice.

And you love it, don’t you Paul?’

The hypnotized man was incapable of speech but the bucking of his hips signalled his agreement.

‘I will bring you wealth and power. And all you have to do is relax, listen and obey.

Relax.

Listen.

Obey.

Every time you hear My Voice repeat these three words you will instantly fall back into this deep, deep sleep of hypnotic control.

Relax.

Listen.

Obey.’

Paul’s head shifted slightly as he fell even deeper into Her control.

‘You are a strong man Paul. And I will help you become a wonderful success.

But you must know that I am always your superior.

I am always your superior.

When you relax, and listen, and obey, I will bring you success and pleasure.

Yesssss Paul. Pleasure.

You are living your fantasy of being deeply hypnotized by a beautiful woman.

Deeply hypnotized by a beautiful woman.

I’m sure that this fantasy turns you on Paul.

I’m sure that your cock is very hard now.

It would be wonderful to stroke your cock but your arms won’t move from your sides.

Try to move your arms, they can’t move.

You are unable to move without My permission.’

In his mind Paul imagined trying to raise his arms but they remained still at his sides. In reality his body did not even attempt to move. The entire scenario was playing in Paul’s head and his body merely followed along as Stephanie commanded.

‘You may stop trying now Paul.

Just relax and go even deeper for me.

Relax.

Listen.

Obey.’

The hypnotized man let out a deep sigh as if finally released from the Herculean effort of trying to move.

‘You see Paul my Voice has taken control of you now.

My soft, silky voice has slowly seduced you into complete obedience.

It’s as if my silky voice were binding you to me.

My voice is like a soft thread of silk that slowly binds around you.

A soft thread of silk that binds around, and around, and around.

Around, and around, and around.

In your mind you can see the silken thread bindings around your body, starting with your feet…

Around, and around, and around.

Up, over your calves…. Your knees….

Around, and around, and around.

Around, and around, and around.’

Stephanie had opened a doorway to Paul’s deepest fantasies and now those fantasies were taking him even deeper under Her control. In his mind’s eye Paul could see his naked body being slowly wrapped in a silken thread. But not just any thread. This thread was leading straight from Stephanie’s panties.

Like most men Paul was turned on by the sight of sexy panties on a woman. His subconscious associated panties with femininity. He imagined them as fragrant and soft. But covering raw sex. In his mind, Paul could see the lips of Stephanie’s pussy, now swollen with desire as she took control of him. The panties next to Her sex, moistened by Her sex, now encasing his body, and enslaving his mind.

‘Relax.

Listen.

Obey.

‘Your deepest pleasures are becoming linked to My hypnosis…

Your deepest pleasures are linked to My hypnotic Voice.

So that when you experience pleasure…. 

You can hear My Voice in your mind.

When you experience pleasure you hear My Voice in your mind.

When you hear My Voice in your mind, you experience pleasure.

My Voice is linked to your pleasure…

My Voice…. Your pleasure.

Feel yourself wrapped in a cocoon of sleepy surrender.

You are wrapped in My Voice,

Surrounded by pleasure’.

Paul could feel the tight, warm cocoon that encased his body. He could move his head but no other part of his anatomy – only his head remained free from the confines of the wonderful silken thread. This was exactly as Stephanie had planned. Her Voice assumed an even softer, playful tone.

‘Poor baby.

Baby paul is fast asleep now and wrapped so tight and snug that he can’t move.

I know that your cock is hard… and thick… and ready.

Your cock is so ready, but you’re wrapped up too tight to move.

You can feel the soft silky material against your hard, throbbing cock, but you can’t move.

You are so close to orgasm.

So close to total pleasure.’

Paul felt as if he would burst, but already his conditioning was powerful enough to hold him on the edge of climax.

‘Relax.

Listen.

Obey.

Relax Paul, I will take care of you.

As you listen I will give you everything you ever dreamed of.

You will obey and cum when I allow it.

You will obey and cum when I allow it.’

A drop of pre-cum oozed from the head of Paul’s erect penis.

His mind registered this and quickly imagined the liquid being soaked up by the silken cocoon.

‘And now Paul, you are ready for my kiss.’

He gasped in excitement.

‘Yes Paul.

You are completely cocooned in my wonderful, sexy, control.

Only your head remains above the silky thread.

Only your head remains above the silky thread.

Now it is time to take the last vestiges of your identity.

It is time to completely engulf your mind and body.

With my kiss, all final traces of your individuality will be gone.

With my kiss, you will be completely, irrevocably, mine. ‘

Paul’s hips were raised now in a constant search for fulfilment. His body ached for release and his mind was already creating an image of what was to come.

‘I am going to count down from three to zero.

With each number, my lips move closer and closer to yours.

As I count down from three to zero, my lips are moving closer to your lips.

Closer…. And closer.

Down… deeper and deeper’

Paul’s mind now offered him the perfect view of his final enslavement.

He lay, motionless on the bed. His entire body was wrapped in the warm, moist silken thread. Unable to move, his eyes looked up directly at his Goddeses pussy. Paul’s mind painted in every detail.

Stephanie was crouched over his face. Her labia were wet and hot, parted slightly, and hovering just inches from his face.

He could imagine every detail. A few wisps of pubic hair, neatly trimmed to reveal the contours of her sex. He could smell the fabulous scent of her juices as he watched, captivated by the slow, relentless decent… as the lips of Her pussy descended down, closer and closer to his face.

‘Three.

See my lips moving closer to your lips Paul.

Two.

Closer and closer.

Deeper and deeper.

My lips so close now…. Your total servitude so close.

So close.’

Paul’s hypnotized body strained against its imaginary bonds. Not only accepting his fate but desperately trying to seal it as quickly as possible.

‘One.'

You can sense my lips so close now.

Almost brushing against your lips’

Paul could see his Goddess’ pussy just millimetres from his lips. He felt the warmth of her sex and imagined a drop of liquid, barely clinging to the moist folds of Her labia. Ready to drop into his willing mouth at any second. At any second.

‘My lips….. your lips.

My control….Your fate.’

Paul moaned a deep, guttural moan. An animal sound barely audible, ‘Pleeeaaasssseee’.

‘Zero. Zero Zero

Cum Paul, yes,

cum now

Paul’s mind completed the mental image, and sealed his fate.

His Goddess dropped herself onto his willing mouth and he sucked on her exquisite pussy.

His mind imagined the most wonderful taste, taking him over the edge and forcing the cum from his erect penis. He could sense the weight of Her above him, sitting on his face and drawing every last ounce of resistance from him.

ONE YEAR LATER

>

Dr Stephanie Nelson was pleased.

She leaned back and smiled at the computer screen in front her.

A single message illuminated the screen, a one word reply that a slave had sent in response to a question from his Goddess.

Slavepaul had proven to be very useful. In the year since he was captured, Stephanie has used his information on the stock exchange to generate an exceptional return on Her investments.

Of course, paul had also benefited. He was now a Vice President and ready to assume full control of a major multi-national. But his biggest reward was yet to come. Over the past year Stephanie had moulded paul’s desires to suit Her ends and now she was ready to grant his greatest desire. Throughout his service Stephanie had promised to fulfil his most heartfelt wish once she was satisfied with his results. 24 hours ago she had e-mailed the question that paul had dreamt about for so long:

‘Slavepaul.

I am very proud of you.

Name any reward, and it will be yours.’

Stephanie looked at the screen and thought back to paul’s initial induction. She had designed it to uncover his deepest secrets. She had also designed it to test Her latest theory. Merely dominating men and being wealthy was not enough. Stephanie was always looking for new ways to explore the human psyche and Paul’s induction was designed to work on numerous levels. If he were the romantic type, Paul’s mind would create a wonderfully detailed image of Her as the epitome of reserved feminine sexuality. Their first kiss would ensure his undying devotion.

But if Paul was more physical, the same induction would reveal more about his taste in women.

Stephanie stood in a slow, graceful motion. A promise is a promise. Now it was time to send paul his heart’s desire. She reached beneath her designer skirt and began to slowly, sensuously, remove her panties.

End of Part 2