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hypnoswriter:Patreon supporters got this Christmas post early. They also get exclusive stories that don’t appear elsewhere featuring hot hypnokink and delightfully entranced sex. Thanks to their support I’m able to write more often and create erotic hypnosis stories for you and them. Please consider supporting me today and getting some hot hot writing in return. Just $1 a month can get you off.“I didn’t get you anything,” Monica said as she looked at the gold necklace that I’d given her for her Christmas gift. I knew that she wanted to say that it was too expensive and to point out that she was my employee and had a boyfriend already but instead was trying to refuse the gift by pointing out that she had not bought me anything to exchange gifts.“And this is way past the $20 Secret Santa limit,” she said. I’d drawn Dave in the office party draw. I’d gotten him a copy of Black Panther on Blu-Ray.I shrugged as if it had been an accident that I’d spent over seven hundred dollars on the necklace. Of course, she did not know the price, but it was obvious just by looking at it that it was much more valuable than a typical office gift. She held it out to give back, trying to refuse my generosity.I took the necklace from her, and let it dangle from my fingers so the gold chain held the diamond just above eye level to my young top saleswoman. “I just wanted to give something special to my top performer, you made me a lot of money this year,” I explained, “And I thought you deserved a reward. Don’t you find it beautiful?”She nodded, looking at the diamond. In my private office, it captured the red and green glow of the Christmas lights as it swung gently on the gold chain.“It’s very nice but I wouldn’t feel comfortable accepting it,” Monica said.I gave the gold chain a light tap with my finger, causing the diamond to begin to swing back and forth like a pendulum. Her eyes followed it, caught between looking at me to talk and watching the movement of the diamond. It was clear she was having trouble deciding what to focus on.“I always want for you to be comfortable Monica. To feel relaxed here, with me, to always feel like you are calm and peaceful. I know you work such long hours, work so hard, that you sometimes feel sleepy at work. So it’s nice to take a break for the holidays, to be comfortable and relaxed and not sleepy and tired,” I said. Even telling her not to feel sleepy would insert the idea that she felt sleepy in the office, playing on the long hours she worked and how often she really did have to struggle to keep from yawning when at work so late.“It’s good to feel comfortable isn’t it Monica?” I asked.“Yes,” she nodded, “I want to feel comfortable.”“Comfortable and relaxed, not sleepy barely able to keep your heavy eyes open,” I said, “Not fighting off sleep, wanting to sink deeply into sleep. Just comfortable and relaxed, relaxed.”“Relaxed,” she repeated, her mouth hanging open. Her arms had dropped to her sides, limp and loose.“You look like you’re growing sleepy now, very sleepy Monica. Just let yourself yawn now, and find yourself growing ten times more sleepy,” I said. She yawned, and her head began to tilt to the side, her eyelids struggling to stay open.“You’d feel so much more relaxed if you sank down into a chair now, sit down and relax,” I said, “dropping ten times more down as you sit, relaxing deeply.”She almost fell into the chair, barely able to keep from falling out and onto the floor. Once sitting she leaned back awkwardly, her body clearly very heavy.“Relax and SLEEP,” I said, emphasizing the word ‘sleep’ as I gave her head a push forwards. She leaned forward, her eyes shutting and her body relaxing limply into the chair.The next day Monica came into my office. She was wearing the necklace.“Thank you again for this. I just wanted to let you know that if you need me to work, I’m free over the holidays now,” she said.“Oh, why is that?”“I broke up with my boyfriend, so no Christmas dinner with his family. Honestly, I’d love the distraction of work.”I nodded, “Actually, why don’t you come by my place on Christmas Eve? I’m having a little gathering, just some friends.”Monica smiled, “Sounds great.”On the 24th she arrived at my house at seven at night. I opened the door and smiled, “Welcome.”“Nobody here yet?” she asked, stepping in.“Well, holidays are busy for people. But at least you’re here,” I said, “That’s the best gift of all.”I slid an arm around her, which she pushed away.“I just broke up with my boyfriend I’m not really looking to start something,” she said.I smiled, “Monica you are comfortable with me.”Her eyes glazed over slightly, “I am comfortable with you.”“Anything I do makes you comfortable and happy.”“Anything you do makes me comfortable and happy.”I returned my arm around her waist, “The more you are with me the more you want to obey me. The more you are with me the more you find yourself falling deeply in love with me.”She nodded, her mind accepting the suggestion. I snapped my fingers, bringing her out of the light trance she’d fallen into. Awake Monica noticed her my arm was and leaned against me sighing happily.“I should get home,” she said after dinner.I kissed her, and she kissed me back.“Stay for Christmas,” I said.“I should go and…”I interrupted whatever her excuse was, “Monica you are comfortable with me.”“I am comfortable with you,” she said, relaxing slightly in my arms.“You want to stay the night, and in the morning you will realize you belong to me, and never want to leave,” I said snapping my fingers to awaken her.Blinking as she awoke she smiled, “I’ll stay but I didn’t get you anything for Christmas.”“That’s okay,” I said, as I undid her sweater, “I’ll just unwrap you.” -- source link
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