[Revised Translation: The Hypnotized Good Girl]

Author: Da Mu Junyemen
Published on the forum on April 22, 2017
First published: Hypnotic Fetish
Second post:
Word count: 9157
The first part, "Good Girl," was translated by Hypnotist Messenger. The content without explicit sex was excellent, relying solely on mind control.
I accidentally saw that there was a second part, so I translated it and posted it in Fetish. However, the original text was indeed both pale and obscure,
so I modified it with explicit sex and posted it outside. It seems that this way it will be better... right?
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It's me again, Cindy. You know, I used to be a cheerleader in high school, and later I discovered that deep down I
had a fantasy of obeying others. I had a friend named Heller, who persuaded me to go to her apartment, where there were two
people she met at a bar, one of whom claimed to be a hypnotist. That night, I witnessed him doing some strange hypnosis on Heller
, and Heller suddenly started doing all sorts of strange things, and certain hints changed me forever—then I was
hypnotized by her friend Tyr!
You can see how I look now, it's embarrassing, but I've "awakened," really. I can't
shake that feeling, I fantasize about it day and night, so I have to wear panty liners every day,
otherwise my crotch will be soaking wet.
As for other things, all I know is that I'm kneeling trembling in Tyre's place, begging him
to keep me on top of him like this.
Why am I writing this now? I don't know, but in short, a strong suggestion is driving
me to do this. I know I'm hypnotized, and there are more reasons that need to be explained slowly.
It's been a year since I wrote my last confession, it's a bit ridiculous, but it really was a confession.
Hypnotist, forgive my sins.
The good news is that my body is better, better than before. The bad news is that my memory is always so blurry, like
now, I only know I'm "here," but where is this?
I'm currently on all fours, my butt sticking out to show my master—Ty… Er (writing his name is really
hard, I guess he's the one who set me up like this). Someone read my previous post and emailed him
, and he asked me to write another one.
Anyway, I used to be a tomboy. You know, not girly at all. Except for
special occasions, I rarely wore skirts or high heels. Although, like every girl, I tried things out—
learning makeup and wearing earrings—I never did it as meticulously as my friends. Many relatives privately speculate that I
might be a lesbian. Actually, I wish I were a lesbian, at least it would explain my situation.
How did I become like this? —Lying on the ground, showing off my cute little butt, wearing only a black thong
and a tight, short white t-shirt. When can I change into my sailor uniform? I don't know.
In short, I actively put myself in a 'that' kind of relationship with my master. Because I had
sex with him before, and he let me know that I had sex with him a month and a half ago. Even now, I can't remember the details.
Sometimes when I'm with him, it feels like a dream—could it be that nothing actually happened, and it was all just my imagination
?
Anyway, looking at myself now, I'm a pretty college girl, with a brown ponytail,
big blue eyes, wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and new sneakers, walking on campus, busy with my own things.
Suddenly, I see someone. She's cute. Wearing glasses, short black hair, handsome, and looks intelligent.
When our eyes meet, I suddenly feel like something's about to happen, even though I don't know what it is
…
My master gives me some kind of code at school, but I never know exactly what it is. Maybe scratching my nose
, or pulling my earlobe, or crossing my arms. Then my body will unconsciously make some kind of movement to
respond to him, maybe licking my lips, or touching my bra strap, or even just nodding.
After seeing him, I have to convey my message to him—I'm not busy now, I can accept his orders, this
is how he controls me outside. If I'm tired or busy, I'll do something to show that I'm not
available.
Anyway, I did it unconsciously, so I don't know what I did or whether
I told him I could continue.
I only know that sometimes he would give me a signal with a smile or a grin. I spent a lot of time trying to guess
what the signal was, but he recently told me I would never know. He said that sometimes
when I said "now is okay," he wouldn't take any action.
He's such a playful master. Sometimes when I made a gesture that hinted "not now," he
would sometimes do what he called the "good girl" gesture, stroking the air like he was petting
a pet. In that instant, my mind went blank, and I felt an incredible sensation.
No matter what I was doing or how many people were around, I was forced to orgasm. I could only bite my lip to suppress
the feeling of pleasure and humiliation. Under the curious gazes of others, I trembled all over until the orgasm slowly subsided.
It's kind of ridiculous, but more than once he'd ordered me to inexplicably twitch, raise my arms above my head, or
make strange noises for no reason (like barking!).
Imagine I'm walking along smiling at someone I know, and suddenly he does something—coughs or says
a word—and I kneel down and beg like a dog, or even worse. Sometimes I'd just
stand there motionless like a mannequin. Maybe I'll remember these crazy things someday, maybe not.
I know my keyword used to be "gold mine, Cindy." Then he'd say I'd feel like jelly, and
an amazing heaviness would descend upon me, landing on my arms, fingers, legs, shoulders, and head.
Then I'd feel incredibly drowsy, close my eyes, and experience the so-called "falling" sensation. Then
I'd lose consciousness until I woke up.
At first, when he told me what to do, he'd demonstrate, making it seem like a fun and exciting
thing. But later, it became less like a game and more like something natural. As he explained…
Everything was 'set up'. It's so
strange; whatever my master tells me to do, I do. I'm truly powerless; I have no chance
to resist. My master says so too.
He says that a long time ago, he gave me a suggestion, and since then, my actions have been like a pre-programmed game.
Every time I hear my keyword, I do what he commands even faster. In fact, I once tried to punch him
or run away before he finished saying the keyword, but of course, I failed.
He changed my keyword to something I used to remember clearly, but for some reason, I've
forgotten it now.
It took me a while to figure out what he did to me, but by then it was too late. He knows how
competitive I am, so he uses my nature against me.
He'll say a string of keywords, and by the third or fourth word I become delirious, but not long after
, another word suddenly brings me back to my senses.
After he finishes this little "game," I feel like he has complete control over me; if he wants, I
'll collapse on the spot.
Clearly, he used a code word in many things, because after that, I always seemed
to realize what I was doing only while doing something.
So you see, he also erased my idea of "running away." But I think that's what I've always wanted
.
The first word of "that sentence" became my keyword. I mean, technically, the whole sentence
is the keyword, but when he said the first word, my consciousness was engulfed by a burst of light. Fortunately,
the word was a very vague term, and he said only he knew it, even though the keyword was printed on my t-shirt.
Once, I went to the bathroom out of curiosity to see the word in the mirror, and he laughed because he thought
it was funny.
Then I passed out, and all I know is that he stood between me and the mirror and woke me up. Apparently
, even just seeing the word puts me into a hypnotic state. Yes, very, very funny.
Then, one time, when he asked me to open the door, a pizza delivery guy appeared. God, that was embarrassing
, the guy saw me open the door wearing only a thong and a t-shirt. I wanted to run away and hide, but my feet
wouldn't budge. I "knew" I couldn't leave until I paid him and got the pizza.
"Dude, I mean, uh, you guys are really something." The delivery guy looked at the owner somewhat awkwardly.
"Oh? You like this girl? Want to sleep with her?"
"Really?" His eyes lit up.
"Of course."
I just stood there dumbfounded. They seemed to be discussing something that wasn't good for me, but I didn't think
it was a big deal.
Then the owner looked me up and down, loudly reading the keywords on my t-shirt, and I immediately lost consciousness.
In a daze, I felt a soft warmth, a heat that melted me, and I suddenly really wanted to have sex. Just
then, a voice told me, "Why not seduce this person?"
I opened my eyes. The delivery guy was still staring at me lecherously. I licked my lips and
leaned closer to the owner.
"Miss, Miss..." The guy started stammering when he saw my unusual posture.
"I feel so uncomfortable, can we go to the room?" Under the master's gaze, I pulled him
into the room on my own. Unexpectedly, as soon as we entered, he pounced on me impatiently. It was so sudden that I didn't have time to react before
he pushed me down onto the bed.
"Miss... um... you're so beautiful..." He kept kissing me forcefully. I was pressed down by his weight
, completely unable to resist, and I didn't even want to resist. My cherry lips were forced open by his tongue, and my fragrant tongue actively intertwined with his
. That wretched young man even sucked on my tongue forcefully. When our mouths parted, my mouth was already
filled with his saliva.
"So... so good, hurry up!" As I moaned, he began to knead my breasts and tease my
private parts with his hands, his lust burning ever brighter.
"Bad girl." Just then, the master's voice came from outside the door. As if struck by lightning, I suddenly
woke up.
My God, I was seducing a stranger I had just met. Was I crazy?
"Ah...ah...please, please...um...stop it...umm..." I
resisted him in a panic, but he seemed even more excited by my actions.
"Ah. What a slutty body, being played with by a man you just met, yet you're leaking so much juice.
Look at yourself." He thought I was just resisting to add to the fun. Just as I was about to retort, he suddenly
put his fingers, stained with love juice, into my mouth. I tasted the obscene flavor from his fingers; it was so sour, and my body
started to feel strange again.
"No...no...please let me go...I'm being...hypnotized by my master..."
"The man outside? Haha, he's your master, no wonder he sent you to me so easily."
He said, moving my panties aside and licking my entire vulva directly with his tongue.
"Ah...um...please call the police...I'm being hypnotized..." I clearly wanted to cry for help,
but my lewd voice had no persuasive power. Instead, every time my clitoris was touched by his tongue, I let out a delicate moan.
At this moment, he had already taken off his pants and pressed his hard, huge penis against my vulva.
"Please, don't put it in, I was forced to seduce you." I panicked even more, but found that my body
was twisting its hips against my will. Damn it, it's my master's hypnosis... Help...
My mouth was pleading for help, but my body was seducing someone else. It seemed that my realistic acting only aroused his lust. He cooperated with
my "performance," chuckled a few times, lifted my right leg with his right hand, and then aimed at my opening and inserted it.
"Oh... so tight... I didn't expect a beautiful woman's hole to be so tight, ahh... it feels so good." This
guy was like a madman, vigorously thrusting his penis in and out. The sweat and vaginal fluid from his previous struggle made it easy for him to enter
me.
"Ah... no! Ohh... don't... please... pull it out, I... ahh... ah... ahh
... umm..." I wanted to explain something, but my lips were sealed again, and I could only make umm sounds.
The room was filled with the sounds of mating.
"Ah, so good. Are you playing master-slave play with your master?" He thrust in again, his hands
greedily kneading my breasts and legs, violating me like a beast.
"Ah...no...so good...ahhh...no...I'm really hypnotized by my master
...um...so good...ohhh..." The pleasure from the penetration was indescribable,
and I couldn't explain it properly. Instead, I sounded more like a well-acted slave.
"Hehe, this is so much fun. I can't take it...I'm going to cum...ohhh..." This man wasn't satisfied with just fucking me;
he even wanted to ejaculate inside my uterus.
"Ahhh! This...will...make me pregnant...ah...no...ohhh...it's coming in
...ahhh..." I felt a warm current in my uterus, and my head spun. Today was definitely my fertile period.
What if I got pregnant with his child?
"Good girl—" Just as I was silently shedding tears, my master's ethereal voice came from outside the door. In an instant
, I felt reborn. My heart pounded, and an incredible joy surged through me. I hugged the delivery guy tightly,
inhaling his nauseating odor.
"You're amazing," I said, my mood suddenly improving. No longer afraid of being hypnotized or having a man ejaculate inside me, I
rubbed against him while praising him.
"Hehe, you're the one talking about hypnosis, that's interesting."
"Of course, it's just a game," I smiled seductively. Although I knew I was truly hypnotized,
I didn't care anymore. It didn't matter. I was a good girl, even though I was now spread-eagled,
my vagina still sucking on a penis, semen and vaginal fluids left at our point of contact. After
seeing the delivery guy off, I found my libido hadn't decreased. Luckily, this time I wanted to have sex with my master, not the
delivery guy. However, I never figured out if my nipples hurt because of my master's "suggestion" or because
the delivery guy had pinched them earlier. But that was just one of the extreme things he did. Most of the time, he didn't let me
think. For example, making me forget to wear a bra. Like now, when we go out, I put on my usual
clothes—shorts and a t-shirt (but not the one with my "keyword" printed on it, or that would be terrible).
If he's home, he might walk into my room while I'm getting dressed. Then I suddenly feel
dizzy, like I've just woken up. I don't even know what happened, but
something must have happened in between. When I come to my senses, I find myself refreshed and ready to leave. In the evening, he
suddenly says something like "find it," and I suddenly realize I've forgotten to wear
certain things all day—sometimes a bra, sometimes underwear.
Once, he made me walk to the car in just my underwear and bra, and I was even wearing sneakers!
Sometimes he's not there when I'm getting dressed, and he'll give orders over the phone. I deliberately
circled around for a while trying to refuse to answer the phone when I heard the ringtone, but he managed to overcome my resistance because if I heard his
"special" ringtone, I had to answer immediately. After answering the phone, I started feeling dizzy, like I had just woken up
, and then I forgot to wear a bra. Even though I knew I wasn't wearing a bra, I just pulled on a
shirt.
Oh, I wish it would all end soon.
But I remember a lot of keywords because he wanted me to remember.
For example, on nights when I went out without a bra, I was sitting in a club or restaurant, my erect
nipples were imprinted on my t-shirt, and a waiter or bartender happened to walk by. Master, I mean, Tai… Damn!
Tai…! I couldn't say his name… Anyway, I could only sit there, watching Master laugh
so hard, I rolled my eyes at him, begging him "Don't do this." But he wouldn't listen. Besides, he said
I liked being treated like this, and I was so ashamed, but I could only admit it.
"Clench your right hand," Master said.
Suddenly, I completely lost control, and I felt my right nipple was like… "filled up."
It became taut and protruding. Although it wasn't very noticeable, the worst part was that I felt it was constantly swelling, but
I couldn't stop it. "Hold on with your left hand," he said, and I felt the same sensation in my left nipple.
Or when we were walking in a crowd, he'd say, "Pinch the left," or "Pinch the right." I'd feel
my right or left nipple being pinched. If he said, "Rub rub rub," I knew my breasts would
be rubbed all day. For some reason, I'd feel my breasts and vagina being rubbed by fingers (sometimes his, sometimes
mine, sometimes both), making me incredibly wet.
During those long years of being a slave, I was truly willing to pay any price for him to say "good girl"
and then touch me. It was a phrase that drove me to a state of utter ecstasy. Sometimes he'd
say it in the movie theater or anywhere else, because he knew how difficult it was for me to remain silent then. He
probably enjoyed watching me writhe, eyes closed, sweating profusely, biting my lip, barely able to breathe.
More than once, I had to sit down or escape to the bathroom.
He told me I'd forgotten something, but I didn't know what, I thought I was—oh God.
I remembered! I did that with him! After thinking about it, I had to sit down and rest for a bit. Oh,
but he found it amusing.
God, I don't believe it, I don't believe I did it. But… really. I was getting more and more unsteady.
Why did these things excite me so much? I knew my face was flushed, I could feel my cheeks burning, it
was so embarrassing.
But, like he said, if I really didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have done it.
But something just felt off—
I stopped thinking about it. Master, I mean, Ty… has some friends. They're nice. Men,
women, an ex I don't really like, and some couples. He decided to throw himself a birthday party.
Of course, I had to help him. The party was at his apartment, so I went there early to help decorate. I even
wore a dress and heels for him.
Actually, I seem to remember we had some conversation about the party, but it was vague. I should have…
I should be awake, or I think I am. But I do remember listening intently to what he was saying, which usually
means one thing… oh yes, I remember leaving when he stopped talking.
…By the way, actually, I wasn't dressed so sexily by choice. He "suggested" I wear something sexy
, which obviously meant this short knit skirt and black heels. In fact, I think I bought
this outfit just for his party. Anyway, I look so dazzling with my back and midriff showing.
I wouldn't normally dress like this, but some force seems to have injected the idea of wearing them into my heart
.
God, it's all so complicated.
Anyway, when I stood at his door, head held high, tugging at my skirt, swaying in my heels
, I felt ridiculous. When he opened the door and saw me, he was stunned. Okay,
I just did my makeup and hair casually. But I admit, I've learned a little about makeup and dressing up.
In an instant, simply because of the lewd expression on his face, I felt like I had transformed from a fool into
the most beautiful woman in the world. When he asked me to turn around, I tried to resist, but he openly used the 'keyword
,' and I helplessly spun around on the spot before falling into his arms.
He said some sweet words that made me shy and want to cry. But I knew that with his praise, everything was worth it;
putting on makeup, perfume, and shaving for him were all worth it.
Then I suddenly became dazed, and after a while I woke up on the sofa, obediently waiting for the guests to arrive. I just
felt a little warm and a little tired. Suddenly, a taste filled my mouth, and I knew what it was
!
Now, I'm sure I said something because my tongue felt numb like I was eating an orange, and that's how I
spoke to everyone.
All his friends arrived, and they all looked very happy. Every time I greeted them at the door, they
would stare at me, which I thought was a little rude, but then I thought they were probably just surprised by my appearance.
Throughout the party, I dutifully played the role of hostess, serving drinks and engaging in pleasant conversation, even carrying
trays of food. The evening passed quickly, and I felt very happy, although I was exhausted by the end and felt
intense pain in certain areas. My feet, my back, and my genitals all ached inexplicably—I mean, they really
ached. I couldn't sit down because of the pain, my nipples felt like they were on fire, and my chest was burning. I could only
blame it on my bra; it was probably too small.
...
"Remember now,"
the hostess said, and suddenly, I knew what had happened that night.
I had taken off my top, and the guests weren't surprised by my actions; I was just exposing my breasts.
I walked around the room all night, shirtless, my full nipples sticking out, blushing. The hostess thought this was
the most interesting part. Although I didn't realize I wasn't wearing a bra, I think my subconscious knew and
acted accordingly. The hostess said I blushed throughout the party but insisted on smiling and chatting with everyone as usual
.
If someone said I wasn't wearing a bra or shirt, I would smile and nod, saying, "Oh, okay, thanks
for telling me!"
Then I would walk around with a plate of food, empty except for my breasts, which were being
squeezed and kneaded.
God, no wonder my nipples hurt afterwards!
I remember saying, "Hey! Did you have fun? Well, I just wanted
you to know I was hypnotized and would do anything you suggested."
"Really?" Several people pulled me up, two on each side, taking my hands and kneading, pinching,
and sucking my breasts. My breasts were incredibly sensitive for some reason; I
laughed as they were pinched, my nipples starting to swell and harden comfortably.
Someone else knelt on the ground and frantically licked my clitoris from below, occasionally inserting their tongue into my vagina and stirring.
"Ah...ah..." I couldn't help but cry out as men's hands roamed over my body.
"Hehe, Cindy, you're such a lewd hypnotic slave." A mocking voice came, and I felt a
penis pressed against my buttocks from behind, gently rubbing it. That penis was really big, and the glans was secreting
a lot of fluid, soaking my buttocks, and I couldn't help but move.
"I...please enter me...I'll take care of relieving your lust at today's party." In a daze,
like in a dream, I automatically said inexplicable words, with a charming smile on my face.
"Since you're going to relieve your lust, you should also help the others feel good, with your hands." The man behind me rubbed
my buttocks with both hands, squeezing his big penis, and gently reminded me in my ear.
"Okay, okay." I stammered, awkwardly reaching my hands into the pants of the other two men, rubbing their
penises, and occasionally gently scratching their glans with my fingernails. This made the two men on either side let out low growls of pleasure
, and they began to grab my breasts hard.
"Ah—" Suddenly I felt something warm behind me. It was that person pressing his entire body against me,
his penis pressed tightly against my buttocks, the heat of his entire body transferring through my skin, forcing
his penis into my vagina.
"Hahaha, what a good girl." The men laughed loudly. I knew this was all premeditated by the master
; they were all here to enjoy me. But no matter what, I couldn't stop them now, because I was hypnotized
. All I wanted now was sex; this was what I wanted.
Ah—my breasts were so swollen, my whole body was so hot. Those despicable men stripped naked and pressed themselves against me, enjoying
my tenderness. Then my breasts and buttocks were being rubbed incessantly by large hands, and my mouth was
being kissed by countless men in turn. I released a large amount of vaginal fluid, which was all drunk by one of the men enjoying my vagina, making a loud
splashing sound.
"Cindy, do you remember me? I'm Jack." The man behind me licked my neck gently and said, "I've
wanted to fuck you for a long time, but you always ignored me. I never thought you'd actually let me fuck you like this."
"Ah...ah...so good..." I had no idea what he was saying, I just moaned loudly with my eyes half-closed.
The groans were accompanied by the wet sounds of our genitals.
"You look so sexy today, you really came here to seduce us!" Another man, who had
somehow pulled down my completely soaked thong, smelled it and laughed.
"Oh—yes, I'm hypnotized, you can do whatever you want to me—" I was so comfortable that I didn't know
what to do, and my moans were incoherent. My gentle and melodious voice greatly aroused the men's lust.
One man thrust into my mouth, another into my anus. Because I was sucking so tightly, the penis in my mouth
ejaculated after only a few strokes, a lot of it, splashing onto my face and hair. Then he shoved the penis back into my
mouth and made me lick it clean.
In the midst of my chaotic release, I screamed wildly, following the men's thrusts, "Ah—fuck me—
I'm going to orgasm again—ah!!"
...
Finally, I understood why my whole body ached, but the thought of it made my vagina involuntarily leak fluid again
.
Although I still didn't know why I did these things.
Probably because I was hypnotized, so I did them willingly.
I remember kissing one guy, though it was more like pecking him, and kissing my master's ex-girlfriend. Obviously
, I wasn't the only one hypnotized that night. Oh, it seems my master has a great past; in pursuit of
the pleasure of hypnosis, he brought me and another hypnotized person together, someone I seemed to remember. I don't
know if my master planned it, but I know that when they were together, she left him, so as
revenge, he brought her here.
At the time, she scoffed at hypnosis, but when my master handed her a pocket watch, she became
like me, gentle and submissive to him.
"I thought I was immune to hypnosis, you know? But it felt like an explosion, irresistible!"
she excitedly told me, now a hypnotic slave.
She's still smiling, but that's it for now.
I don't know if she remembers everything afterward, or even tries to recall it. But I'm sure
I never did before.
My master ordered her to sit to the side, and she immediately sat obediently. Then I was ordered to sit on her lap.
And then…
because although I remember what happened that night, the details are like a dream, hard to grasp. I was sitting on her
lap, and someone said something to me. Subconsciously, I felt it was too erotic and wanted to refuse, so I just
kept shaking my head and saying "no." But then we both laughed, and I remember clearly refusing.
Then, I suddenly found myself sitting on my master's lap, but I don't remember standing up or switching legs
. Then, I remember trying to bring my knees together on my master's thighs to avoid exposing myself, because I'm not used to
wearing skirts. Then I remember saying some sweet things to him and then kissing him. But, strangely,
something felt different. His way of kissing me was unique, but today's kiss wasn't like that. It was
softer, more lingering. I even felt like I was eating lipstick, maybe because I wasn't used to this position,
so I'll assume it was mine. I was also wondering if the perfume I was smelling was mine, as if I were soaking in it
. I also wanted to know…
For some reason, the master in front of me seemed much shorter than I remembered. I can swear I remember
the feeling of the nail marks on my arm, that seems to be all.
I'm a little embarrassed because my underwear was taken away by the men when I was having sex, so now my
vagina is still dripping with honey, and I'm pressed against the master's thigh, but he doesn't seem to care and is kissing me passionately.
Anyway, that's all I remember. In addition, I've been making my cute little butt sway back and forth, and I'm
almost sure that's what the master made me do.
And I can swear I was wearing normal underwear and a t-shirt, but for some reason I found
myself wearing rabbit ears on my head and a rabbit tail tucked into my butt.
When did I become like this?

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