u/CerealToxBox

"Now, just watch the pocket watch swing, left and right, left and right, left and right... You can even let the sway of thr watch match the rubbing of your fingers, as it all starts to feel so very good doesn't it?"

It did feel good, and that was the absurdity of it. This wasn't supposed to work, let alone feel good! You were a respectable lady, and yet, here you were, watching some stupid pocketwatch, hand buried between your legs as you rubbed. Eyelids fluttering, you just watched on, enraptured and helpless, somehow spellbound by this stage show nonsense.

"Now then... On the count of 3 I am going to snap my fingers, and with a surge of pleasure your eyes will roll up and you'll drop into a deep trance, mind lost to wonderland. Going to wonderful place where it's all spirals and submission in 1... 2... 3..."

*Snap!*

Your eyes rolled up and your pussy gushed. Some dam within you broke and you shudder as your mind does indeed drift off, to some wonderland you had never conceived before. By the time your eyes roll back down you have pretty spirals swirling within them. Sparkles dance around your head and a wide, silly grin graces your lips. All you can do is giddily moan out.

"Hyp-no-tizzeddddd... Just like I was mean to be... hypn-no-tiiiizzeeeddd..."

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Who doesn't like a mesmerized MILF? And who doesn't like the juxtaposition between stern, serious characters and a bit of hypno-campiness and silliness?

Kinks for this one include hypnosis, conditioning, dominance/submission, hypnotized body language, spiral eyes, teasing, pleasure play, orgasm control, seduction, persuasion, outfit control, aesthetic changes, tight denim legwear, spanking, outercourse, grinding, performing (dancing, twerking, posing), common sense alteration, personality tweaks, behavior changes, power exchange, body worship, sensation play, older women (age 38-45), domestic servitude, bondage, and more I am likely forgetting.

Earning a PhD in marketing was tough. Even the difficulty and cutthroat nature of the academia aside, the programs were limited in number. All the good ones? Not even in my home country, let alone near my hometown.

All was not lost, however, when we realized you - my mom's best friend - lived overseas 10 minutes down the road from a top program. You were more than happy to rent a room out to me. That solved the housing issue in one fell swoop. Plus, as an added bonus, I would have an affable, open-minded landlady; I had maybe met you once before you had moved out of the US, but you seemed like you were fun enough to be around. Plus, as the son of your best friend, you were already pretty inclined to make sure I was well taken care of during my time living abroad.

That was a frame of mind I could work with. After all, marketing is mostly a means of influence. Of altering minds and getting people to buy stuff, to buy \*into\* stuff. That's why after five months of living with you, and four months of continuous hypnosis, I had your routine changed just slightly, and your mind wrapped around my finger.

Most days now I returned from lecture back to your apartment to find you in the middle of one normal task or another; working on your manuscript, binging something on Netflix, or tidying up around the place. Today was the latter, as I step inside and see you before you see me, scrubbing dishes in the sink.

The original agreement was that I would do my own dishes and tidying. Thanks to a bit of mesmerism that was out the window now. You were happy to make sure I didn't lift a finger around here anymore.

Originally you'd also never be doing household chores in nothing but a pair of skinny jeans and high heels, but this wasn't the original you. This was the new you; the more pleasure focused, hedonist you, who smiled more and wore less. I walk up behind you and you pivot at the sound of my footsteps on the linoleum tile, grinning brightly. Your hair, which used to be a mild brunette, pulled up in a respectable bun - was now dyed red, curls spilling around your face like a mane. You seemed happier this way.

"Oh, hello dear - figured you were due to be back soon. Go rest on the couch for a moment while I get this wrapped up, and I'll be right over for our daily business?" you asked. I found it very endearing you had a euphemism for our brainwashing and servicing sessions.

"Sure, sounds like a plan, Lori. Take your time," I smirk, knowing that the heat was already stirrinf between your thighd - that you were such an active and eager participant in your own reconditioning that arousal alone would compel me to my side soon.

Sure enough, minutes later, you stride back into the room - all swaying, irresistible MILF curves - and kiss me deep before assuming your seat, your hand already moving to my lap to massage my cock through my sweatpants.

"So, honey, do I empty your balls first today, or go under first?" you ask so casually, as if inquiring if I want cream added to my coffee.

"How about both in tandem today, Lori? We haven't done that for a week or so," I note aloud, pulling down the waistband of my pants and letting my erection spring out. Something simultaneously alights and fogs up in your eyes just at the sight of my cock. Hours upon hours of programming compel you to stroke, adore, admire, worship it, and you were happy to comoly with your new wiring.

At the same time, I sync my phone to the TV, and it hums to life with an image of a strobing, pulsing spiral gracing the flatscreen's panel. Even moreso than my cock, you are instsntly transfixed. Your eyes dart from one to the other first as if your mind was trying to decide which had priority, before settling on the TV screen.

"It's... Mmm, beautiful," you hum out.

"Me or the spiral?"

You manage to laugh at that, looking at me for a moment with an eye roll. As your eyes roll though you shiver and your eyes roll up, the pleasure of the moment crashing into you like a wave. With fluttering eyelids and a rapidly fogging mind you stare at the TV screen and stroke, your amused smile still left painted crooked on your face.

You were gorgeous like this. And you were gorgeous as you chanted your mantras, the words flashing in the swirls of color.

"Good MILFs obey... Good MILFs serve... Good MILFs please... Good MILFs satisfy... I am a good MILF... I obey... I please... I serve... I satisfy..."

Maybe I had to bring you back home with me, I thought to myself.

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Hey there DPP! Sorry, that was a LOT longer than intended. Got carried away with setting the mood there. In RP I \*can\* write responses this long, but commonly don't and don't expect you to either! 1 to 2 paragraphs will often suffice.

Think of the above as a writing sample and demonstration of the vibe I am going for. A younger guy in his 20s (22-25) hypnotizing and getting into the head of an older family friend (38-45), turning her into his happy, hedonist hypnodoll; there to please, serve, satisfy, and quite contented with her new life.

That's just broad strokes, though. The exact look of their dynamic, the way they get there, the methods employed, even the plot itself are all subject to change.

If you're at all interested in playing out some hot, horny age gap hypnosis, just drop me a line.

My limits are characters and writers under 21, story elements of cheating, breeding, scat, beast, incest.