My Girlfriend’s Mom is a Hypnotist (And Now She Wants to Hypnotize My Mom?!)

By M. Kistulot

Emily's relationship with Madison, and Jennifer, keeps getting better and better. Not only is her girlfriend (and her girlfriend's mother) so good at catering to her needs as a natural submissive, but they keep teaching her new ways to obey, and fun new ways to play with these dynamics. Emily's life is full of fun with hypnosis, sex, and submission.

Each new way their relationship deepens makes Emily happier even when that seems impossible.

Now, Jennifer and Madison would like something in return.

While they've both grown so close to Emily, her mother, Summer, could be so much closer with them. Emily is all too happy to help them grow closer with her mother. After all, who could she possibly trust more?

• Language: English
• Publisher: M. Kistulot
• Release date: Jan 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9781005090968

M. Kistulot

Ink on the page, and ink in the blood, I've been writing since I can remember and nothing has ever fascinated me more than playing with the concepts of control, obedience, and the self. Since 2005 I've been using fiction to explore these concepts. This generally involves a copious amount of women being very intimate with other women, but how better to make any journey more fun along the way than with company?I don't like to write the same story twice, but exploring the same concept from different angles is a must. You can expect my writing to be focused on characters, their feelings, their thoughts (or their lackthereof) and to have these things be challenged, or played with, or explored through intimacy, dominance, submission, hypnosis, and other methods of mind control. As a practicing hypnotist myself I know that it has very real limits, but sometimes in fiction it can be fun to suspend one's disbelief just a little, and my stories tend to reflect that. Fiction should feel real, but also be a bit larger than life. Enticing. Tempting. Just out of reach.I like to play in different genres, with different styles, but it all comes back to some very simple concepts: women controlling other women, women losing control with other women, and women being very close with each other. If any of this sounds appealing, then I think we're going to get along just fine.

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My Girlfriend’s Mom Is a Hypnotist

(And Now She Wants to Hypnotize My Mom?!)

M. Kistulot

Edited by Kianna Skogseth

Cover Art by M. Kistulot and MamaClockie

Story© 2022 by M. Kistulot

https://www.madamkistulot.net

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Ohhh… My finger presses down the button as I stare into my own glazed eyes in the mirror. My hips jerk, and everything feels… so… hot. O-obeying… Jennifer’s rules… arouses me… ohhh… My finger presses the button again, and my thighs clench.

This is the best present anyone has ever given me!

M-Mistress… owns my mind… Can feel her M inside of me… no choice… m-must obey… f-fuck…! My thumb presses the button down, and I have no control over my hand at all. I never do when I play this game. Madison and Jennifer must have programmed it into my brain, and that means there’s nothing I can do but exactly what they want. I love being hypnotized… I love hypnosis… I want to be brainwashed… more… and… more… nnnhaaaa…!

Their control over me is so strong they can make me masturbate like this and still keep my voice down. I don’t exactly live alone, and it would be really embarrassing if my mom suddenly knocked on the door because I was screaming too loudly.

Explaining that I’m my girlfriend’s deeply hypnotized love slave sounds like it might get the wrong reaction. Besides, I wouldn’t want her to think anything bad about hypnosis.

For some reason that idea feels really strong, but it’s hard to think about.

Everything is hard to think about right now.

D-don’t want to think… don’t want to decide… j-just want to obey… feels so hot to obey… so hot… to be… used…! Just like my hand is out of my control, my mouth isn’t obeying me, either. I can’t control what I’m saying, or the volume of my voice.

I decided to start masturbating, but I’m not sure if that was my choice or not. I just know that I woke up really horny, it was too early to see about going over to Madison’s, and she might still be sleeping in, so I needed to take care of myself. Why wouldn’t I use Jennifer’s gift? Every time it shakes inside of me I feel a little bit more obedient, a little more controlled, and that makes me hotter than anything else can.

So what if that means that I fall into a helpless half-trance where I need to chant sexy, obedient things while my hand controls when I feel those vibrations based on programming they put into my head? That’s just hotter. If I didn’t decide to do this on my own, that’s even hotter!!!

I… must obey… my owner… my Mistress… and J-Jennifer… n-not allowed to wear panties… in her house… m-must obey…! My thumb holds the button down and it’s hard to see my own expression in the mirror when my eyes are rolling back into my head and crossing. It’s so much easier to just shudder and whine. I’m a natural submissssiiive…! I m-must… I must obey… I must obey…!

My thighs clench, and my whole body burns and sizzles as my pussy bursts out over my thighs. This isn’t the first time I’ve cum this morning, but apparently this is how long my programming wanted me to go, because I can feel my body back under my control again.

Almost wish it wasn’t, because that was so hot!

Madison and Jennifer are always surprising me with some new way they’re controlling my mind. By now it feels like they would have run out of ways to use me, but… nope! This was new!

At least… I think it was new…? They could have made me forget doing this so many times and I don’t think I’d be able to tell. I’m pretty sure I forget things all the time.

Their control is just so powerful and I don’t even want to resist.

Closing my eyes, it’s so easy for me to imagine their voices calling me a good girl, or their deep, dark