Games Cubs Play 01 - Hypnotist
Fae loved watching cartoons and movies, especially with Paul. Her favorites were the ones where some sort of spell was put on a girl to obey someone, though any sort of spell made her feel warm and pleasant inside. Sleeping Beauty might not have had control, but the sleeping spell that was broken by a prince's kiss was still fascinating. The shows where Wonder Woman was rendered helpless by her own lasso were compelling too. And she played all kinds of games with Paul based on those shows and movies.
Paul loved watching the same cartoons and movies, and while Fae liked the idea of the girls in them, Paul liked the spellcasters, the hypnotists, the bad guys who used mind control, and the witches who cast the evil spells. He would watch the most boring movie if it had the promise of someone warping the mind of someone else, while Fae tended to most prefer the ones that were at least interesting.
And then they saw "The Catgirl from Channel Four" on the Super Reptile Rangers show and their minds were set forever on playing the game of Hypnotist. June MacIntyre, friend of the Super Reptile Rangers, was turned into a catgirl by the evil Lou Garou, the werewolf archenemy of the Rangers, and then hypnotized to serve him as long as she wore the belled collar he gave her. The images shaped their impressionable minds, because the episode ended on a strange note when June, turned back into a human, took the collar back to her bedroom.
Of course, the establishment was the norm, and the collar never appeared in any other episodes. But it was fuel for their games, as Paul, already a wolf, and Fae, a lovely catgirl, felt a special connection to that episode. And so, using a necklace in place of the collar, they played the secret life of Lou and June, where every night after the Rangers were in bed, Lou snuck in and took control of June, making her tell him everything she knew about them.
And that grew into the game of Hypnotist, without characters, just Paul and Fae. Paul used one of his mom's old necklaces, a silver chain with an amethyst crystal dangling on it, and waved it between them. Fae watched, her eyes following the pendant as Paul used all of the hypnotist lines from the movies. "Back and forth, back and forth." More fun was "You are getting sleepy... very sleepy..." and the favorite line from both:
"You are now completely in my power."
Fae never felt hypnotized, but she always played along because she loved the idea of being a hypnotized girl. So when Paul said, "From now on, you're my maid." She nodded and answered, "Your maid."
When it started she was just playing and so was he. Eventually she stopped really even thinking about it as a game. If Paul wanted her to do chores, she just did them. Usually she wore a costume like a hotel housekeeper for maid work. Sometimes they would do other things, but it was always fun to be controlled, even if she always felt like she was just playing a game, and not really controlled. She just liked to play Hypnotist.
Luckily, so did Paul. Of course, Paul also spent time at the library to read more about hypnosis and mind control stuff. On the library internet he read about the rumors of MKULTRA and stuff like that, government mind control programs, but never anything too detailed. The books about psychology and psychiatry and hypnosis were much more useful than conspiracy websites. They were so useful that eventually he felt confident that he could hypnotize Fae for real.
They had been playing Hypnotist for a little more than a year now, and she helped him with most of his chores. It was at a sleepover that he proposed the idea. "Fae, I wanna try something this summer," he said, a wide wolfgrin across his face. "I think I can hypnotize you for real, but I wanna do it out in the clearing."
Paul's house was at the edge of town, and there were woods (officialy a city park) with plenty of private clearings. Fae knew which one Paul meant when he said "the" clearing, because the two of them always used one particular clearing that they had never met anybody else in. They did stuff there that was top secret, usually they took a picnic and likd to get naked (they never touched anything naughty) and enjoy the warm sun while they just talked about things.
They did both love to be undressed, but they knew that their parents would freak out. Honestly, neither Fae nor Paul saw the point. Sure, their bodies were different, but it was completely innocent. Neither of them had an interest in sex at all, even though they knew what it was thanks to school meetings and stuff. Being naked was naughty, but it didn't make them do other bad things, so they just did it in private.
And they made the plans. Paul's parents were going on a day-trip to the casino up north, so they chose that day to go out. First thing in the morning, Fae came over to Paul's, knocked on the door, and opened it to find Paul already holding the pendant.
"Good girl, Fae. Come in and watch the pendant, feeling your eyes grow heavy. That's right, you are sleepy. So very sleepy. Let your eyes close and feel yourself enter my power. You obey my commands, Fae. You are in my power now." He snapped his fingers and Fae's eyes flew open - they had closed when he told her to close them - and sne smiled.
"Good morning, master," she said, smiling cheerfully. "I've brought everything for lunch that I could get from home." She slipped off her backpack and opened it, showing two Super Reptile Rangers lunchboxes, and when opened, each had a roast beef sandwich (and with all of the fixings, Paul noted), a pair of juice boxes in each, and small zipper bags of trail mix, cubed apples, and a chunk of watermelon wrapped in plastic wrap. The starchy chips were Paul's responsibility, and he pointed to a regular sized bag of cheddar and sour cream potato chips. It was brand new, and Fae grinned happily. She loved chips, but her parents hardly ever bought them.
Under the lunchboxes was a sturdy picnic blanket that the kids had used a lot of times before, as well as a small medical kit her parents insisted she take when she went hiking, a bottle of insect repellent, and a few other odds and ends they liked to have when they went out to the clearing.
Paul smiled and hugged Fae. He still had to pack his backpack, but he decided to let his maid do it for him. "Fae, pack my backpack with the things on the table."
"Yes master." Fae nodded and Paul watched as she packed in the things he'd prepared. A camera was the only thing he hadn't left for her to pack - he had his small camera case around his neck already - but she packed in some itching powder, a plastic trash bag, and a few other things that Paul knew were a good idea for their day-trip to the clearing.
The hike only took about 30 minutes, and they talked about cartoons and the boys Fae thought were cute and the girls Paul thought were pretty. They talked about video games a bit, but soon they were in the clearing. They unpacked the picnic blanket and set up for their day, even though it wasn't time to eat yet.
"I want to try something new," Paul said as Fae settled herself on the ground. "I think I can really hypnotize you, if you want to try it, Fae."
Fae blushed. "Really?"
Paul nodded. "But in real hypnosis, you aren't in my power, you're only as controlled as you want to be."
"That sounds great," Fae said, purring.
Paul stared at her. She seemed like she hadn't even listened to what he said. "But in real hypnosis, you aren't just playing along, Fae. You're really in my power, just as much as you want."
She giggled and stuck her tongue out. "I heard you the first time, Paul. I want to try this. I wanna see if you can really hypnotize me too."
Paul felt warm at that, and nodded. "Okay. We're not gonna use the pendant. Could you lay down for me?"
Fae smiled and laid herself out on the blanket, facing up into the clear blue sky.
"Okay. Now I want you to imagine the perfect day. A clear blue sky just like this... the scent of wildflowers and grass filling your nostrils. It's so nice to just be outside on such a perfect day, and it's perfect weather to take a nice little nap. You just stare off into the sky for a while and notice your breathing becoming regular and slow. Breathing in so smoothly, filling your body with the nice smells in the air. It's so nice you don't even think twice about holding that nice smell in, until you just naturally breathe out, and feel your comfort grow as the air leaves your relaxed body."
Fae smiled softly as she followed the directions, and she could feel her body relaxing and feeling more comfy when she breathed out. It really was a beautiful day, so nice that her imagination hardly had to work on making up a perfect day. Paul kept talking, and Fae gradually noticed her breathing slowing down, but still staying so nice and relaxed. She wasn't forcing herself to relax, she just was relaxing, and it felt great.
Then Paul talked about a cloud rising out of the ground. "Feel the cloud picking you up into the air every time you breathe out, sinking a little bit when you breahte in, but rising twice as much as it sinks when you breathe out. It's so calm, and everywhere the cloud touches your body you feel the muscles relaxing so nicely." Paul swallowed briefly. He could see the muscles relaxing, and the slow but somehow still very strong breaths Fae took. Her coat had been trimmed a week ago, so her normal winter fluff was all gone, and it seemed like, with the cozy shirt she had on, he could see the rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
"That's right, the higher the cloud takes you, the more relaxed you become. The more relaxed you are, the easier it is to follow my words which are so calming, so relaxing. I'm going to count down from twenty now, and with each number, you feel the cloud relaxing you more and more. Twice as relaxed every time I say a number... and when I say zero, you are completely relaxed and open to my words."
Fae blushed as she felt the cloud - it was fluffy like her parents' bed, and cool like the stream that passed near their school. It was so nice, and she felt so good. Paul started to count, and Fae felt like her whole body was wrapped up in the cloud. She purred at how good it felt to relax ten times more, nine was even more, and soon, she found that she was only just aware of what was actually happening, and much more aware of how good she felt.
"Zero. You are now completely relaxed and entranced. You are as open to my words as you can be, Fae." Paul held his breath a bit. "You are completely controlled by my power, Fae."
Fae nodded softly. It sounded good to do what Paul said.
"You are my slave."
Fae nodded again.
"Open your eyes, remaining in my complete power."
Fae opened her eyes, but all she saw was blue.
Paul, on the other hand, stared. Her eyes weren't glassy or milky or anything - they were open wide, but she didn't look quite like a hypnotized person from a cartoon or movie. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, but her eyes were still focused. "I am your master and you always go deep into trance for me."
Fae nodded.
"Do you understand who you are and who I am, Fae?"
Fae nodded. "I am your slave," she said, a smooth relaxed tone of voice. "You are my master. I always go deep into trance for you."
Paul smiled. "Good. Now remember our pendant. Whenever you see our pendant today, just the sight of it brings you back to this deep trance."
Fae smiled and nodded once again.
"Good. And when I say wake and snap my fingers, you awaken from hypnosis." Paul swallowed heavily as he brought his right thumb and middle finger together, not even waiting for her reply. "Wake," he said, snapping his fingers as soon as he finished the word.
Fae smiled. "Am I completely in your power, Master?"
Paul nodded, blushing a lot. Fae wanted to grin, but wasn't sure if a slave would grin when her Master blushed. So she kept a straight face. "How may I serve you?"
Paul pulled off his shirt and smiled. "Take off your clothes, Fae-fae. We're going to stay naked until we go home."
"Yes Master," Fae said, a strange warmth filling her as she slipped off her clothes. She folded her clothes, then Paul's, and put them into a nice pile on top of her backpack.
She smiled when she saw Paul's little penis. It was weird, usually it stayed inside of his sheath unless he was peeing, but it was sticking up right now, a pretty red bulb-shaped thing. She liked seeing Paul naked, though, even when his penis was out of its sheath.
"Fae, do you remember the school meeting about sex?"
"Yes, master," she sid, smiling. The school meetings were always so boring, but she and Paul had both been really interested in the sex one, at least once it started. It had taken up their science and English lessons, but all of the 10 years-old and older kids had been forced to sit through it. It started with a picture of a naked human boy and a human girl - which was no surprise.
Fae and Paul were both furries, but living in a progressive area, they'd always been treated fine, even though they had also had to attend the school meetings about all kinds of bad words and how they shouldn't use insults or insulting words, and about furry awareness, since more and more furries were showing up all the time. But the basics of human anatomy still applied to them, even if a few specific details didn't, so the sex meeting had included the furries and the human kids.
They had talked about how girls and boys had different parts, and how those parts worked, though in very simple terms. Fae's mother, a nurse, had gone into much more detail when Fae came home that night and mentioned the meeting. Boys had a penis and girls had a vagina, and the penis went into the vagina (it actually didn't go into the vagina, but it went close to it), and once they were teenagers their bodies would start to have urges.
In fact, as mom had told her, a lot of the girls (even Fae) were already starting to enter puberty - they were growing taller, some had little bumpy breasts, and soon they would probably have their first period. Fae had not had a period yet, but she was starting to have some urges, like when she looked at Paul right now.
"Well, I... I want you to touch my penis," Paul said, blushing deeply enough that Fae could almost swear he was a red wolf instead of a grey. "Robbie told me it feels good when a girl touches his penis."
Robbie was Paul's older brother, a normal human boy who had been hit by puberty like it was a sack of bricks. Unlike Paul, Robbie was also a jock, but he had also finished high school a year ago. He was at State University now on a football scholarship. But he was handsome.
Fae blushed a little as she walked to Paul and gently touched his penis with her hand. She pulled her hand back when she felt a twitch. "Is it supposed to do that, Master?"
Paul nodded. "I, uh, I think so." He was still blushing. Fae was happy, though. She liked Paul, and hoped he would marry her someday. Then they could play Hypnotist all the time, and watch the movies and TV shows that made her feel warm down in her tummy. Maybe they would even make babies, she thought. Maybe she would have her master's babies. She smiled and gently ran her hand along the length of Paul's penis. "Your penis feels smooth," she said. "And warm."
Paul nodded. "Your hand feels really nice, Fae." He became breathless as she lightly wrapped her hand around it, then just held it.
"I can feel your pulse in it," she said, giggling. "It feels nice, master." Paul nodded and just let her hold it. For a minute, two minutes. Time hardly mattered out here, Fae thought, grinning like a cat in a chicken coop.
When Paul did speak, he said to let go of his penis. After she obeyed, with a happy "Yes, Master," he asked her if he could touch her, down there.
"I obey my master," she said, blushing and spreading her legs a bit. She didn't have a penis, and her own "naughty" bits were more like just a little bump between the legs, in about the same place on her as Paul's sheath started. He put his fingers across the bump and stroked gently.
"Is that the right place," he said, looking at her face.
"Master would know if he used his eyes," Fae said, with a playful laugh. "Yes, Master, that's my special place."
Paul looked down, and even knelt for a better look. "It looks soft and squishy," he said, blushing. He ran his finger along the crease in the middle and then touched the little nub at the front.
Fae gasped sharply. "That felt good," she said, her face getting warm. Paul responded by stroking it slightly, and she purred deeply. It felt really good. Her tail tensed and curled up, and she squirmed a little bit.
"That's a neat thing," Paul said, smiling up at her. He smiled. "Okay, lay down now."
As Fae laid on the blanket, Paul laid next to her and held her hand. "I wanna do some other things Robbie told me about to," he said. "If you feel bad about anything, let me know, Fae-fae."
That name made her feel warm inside again, and she nodded. "Yes, Master." She purred as he petted her tummy and then moved his hand up to her breasts. She had tiny little bumps around her nipples, barely noticeable, even to her, except when she touched them while she was washing up. She liked how Paul's hands felt - he was gentle and soft, and he pressed his thumbs ever so slightly when he found the bumps.
Fae was blushing as Paul stroked her breasts. He could feel himself grinning. He had a hypnotized slavegirl in his power now, and he could feel his penis pulsing. He didn't want to have sex with her right now, but he was turned on. He felt so good controlling his best friend, he hoped they could do this real hypnosis more. "Fae, please stroke my penis with your hands," he said, a firm tone that he felt was clearly an instruction instead of a request.
"Yes, Master," she said, a breathy whisper as her hands moved to his penis. They stroked it gently, and he gasped. He'd never thought that somebody touching his penis could feel so good.
And he enjoyed how her nipples were getting firm and turning into little nubs under his petting. He blushed even more as one of Fae's fingers stroked the tip of his penis and he felt it twitch.
He was having a good time, and he and Fae, in their petting of each other, lost track of time. Until he paused and looked over to the water bottles - he needed a drink. "Do you need water, Fae-fae?"
Fae nodded and purred. Paul walked over and grabbed both water bottles, and they drank. He realized he hadn't taken any pictures yet, and when he saw his watch next to his camera, he gasped. It was almost 1:00 already, and they had been petting each other for like two hours now.
"Are you hungry?"
Fae responded with a simple, "Yes, Master." So Paul unpacked their picnic lunch, and they ate. Ham and cheese sandwiches, potato chips, and a fruit salad Fae's parents made regularly during the summer. They still had some other snacks for the afternoon, but after lunch they just snuggled up for a bit and talked. The only unusual thing was how perfectly Fae remembered to always say "Master" when addressing him or mentioning him.
That one thing, the way she was saying Master all the time, made Paul's penis twitch and it made him feel really good inside. He couldn't explain why, it jus made him feel happy and good, and when he looked at her, he felt warm, caring. He felt like he really was her Master - and why not? He had hypnotized her and she had let him take complete control of her. It felt cool to have this control.
The way she looked at him was good too. She blushed a bit when they made eye contact, and though she was comfortable as always, she certainly seemed to be fully invested in being his slave. In a word, Paul decided, it felt... empowering.
He used his power liberally, snuggling and petting with Fae for another two hours after they finished eating. Sure, they talked, but he felt so good controlling her and touching her that he couldn't stop doing it. He even took pictures of her posing like the girls in Robbie's secret magazines. She looked so pretty, that he just wanted to keep her to himself.
Eventually, it was time to pack up. Fae packed everything while Paul debated against himself, wanting to keep her his slavegirl with just enough restraint to only call him Master in private. But by the time she had packed everything except their clothes up, he had convinced himself to stick with his original plan, and best judgment.
"Fae-fae, watch the pendant," he said, dangling it between them. Fae's eyes locked onto it as soon as it came into her sight, focused on it, and following it as he slowly swung it back and forth. "Deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, Fae-fae. So good and deep for me. Deeper as I count down from five..."
And he counted down. "Good. So open to my words now, Fae-fae. You are now free of my power. You are able to do whatever you wish. You enjoyed everything we did today, and are happy about it, but it's now time to be a free girl again, Fae. Free of my power though you can return to my power any time you wish to do so."
He smiled and then counted her up out of trance. "Wide awake, Fae." He smiled and then Fae hugged him.
"We shouldn't talk about this," she said. "It felt... it felt so good I can't even explain it, Paul, but..."
"What do you mean?" Paul was hoping she didn't notice his penis was still hard, but that didn't seem to concern her.
"I, just..." She was blushing, her cream coat turning pink, and her eyes flitting around. "I want us to stay friends, Paul. You remember the assembly, they said that we shouldn't let people touch us like that."
Paul blushed a bit, wrapping his arms around the still clinging kitty. "Oh... oh! I didn't even think we were doing anything bad. Isn't it okay if we trust the person touching us?"
Fae purred for a few seconds, petting Paul's back softly. "Maybe, but... do you want to take a chance with it? My mom doesn't even let me eat potato chips, she might make me stop hanging out with you."
Paul nodded and stroke Fae's back in kind. "I... okay. But even when we're all alone?"
"Do you think your mom and dad would react any better than mine if they walked in on us?"
Paul blushed. He remembered how much trouble Robbie had gotten in for his secret magazines, and sighed. "Can I hypnotize you again? Or can we even just play Hypnotist?"
Paul felt the purrs in his chest. "Of course," Fae said, licking his cheek tenderly. "We just can't do this again, but I love playing Hypnotist, and today, this real trance felt so wonderful. Of course we can do it again, master."
Paul felt like his whole face was on fire as she kissed him softly on the lips. He also felt his penis get rock hard and press against Fae's tummy. "Oh, okay," hhe said, swallowing heavily, and hearing his voice crack. "I, um, let's just get dressed and go back to my house now, Fae-fae."
Paul took his pencil-box and stored away the now-forbidden roll of film, along with the pendant. It had been a week, and Fae was showing no signs of wanting to talk about that day again, even though Paul was pretty sure he wanted to talk about it. And if they couldn't discuss it, having the pictures didn't matter.
He'd been sleepless the first night, not over a guilty mind, but because every dream he had was about Fae touching his penis, and he woke up with a start with his mind echoing her voice saying "Master."
The second night he'd felt guilty. He knew the limits the books said hypnosis had. He shouldn't have tried doing that to Fae, and he worried he might have screwed her up forever. He wanted to talk to someone, but he didn't know anybody he could talk to about hypnosis.
The third night he had dangled the pendant and tried to hypnotize himself. He wasn't sure if it worked - he didn't even have a real plan about what to hypnotize himself for. He just tried to do it when he went to bed.
The fourth day was the worst. He and Fae hung out in his room, even getting naked and snuggling until his penis got hard. Fae giggled a bit, but they got dressed after that. He asked if she wanted to play Hypnotist, but when he didn't have a plan for what to do, she declined.
After that, Paul had read through the hypnosis book from the library when Fae's parents took her to the beach. She had been very deep, and again, Paul was worried that he might have done something to mess her up for life because she went so deep.
And then today, a week since, and he had barely kept his composure when Fae whispered "Master" in his ear and asked if he wanted to play Hypnotist. He said he didn't want to play Hypnotist anymore, and he didn't want to be her master. This was a normal reaction. Slaves were illegal, so he was going to play by the rules. He couldn't own Fae.
He would never hypnotize Fae again.
Fae was confused. She liked Paul and wanted to play Hypnotist. A week ago, he'd been the one who asked if they could still play, as if she wouldn't say yes. She wasn't sure if she was regretting saying they couldn't talk about that day - she wasn't having second thoughts or feeling like talking about it, but since she had said that, Paul had been acting weird.
The first day he'd been tense when she came over to play. She let him win their game of Scrabble, hoping he'd relax and feel better. Maybe his parents had told him bad news and he was upset, or maybe he was feeling sick.
By the second day, she was certain something personal was bothering him. He had decided not to hang out with her, and she asked her mom to tell her more about sex. She blushed aa bit when mom started talking about masturbation, because she realized that she had been doing that for almost two months without knowing what it was except that it felt good. And Paul had almost masturbated her when he touched her clitoris.
The third day she had tried to apologize to Paul, but he said she didn't need to do that. He kept his hands in his pockets all afternoon. After supper, Fae locked her bedroom door and stripped. What was master so pre-occupied over? She cleaned her room - something she hated doing - and imagined Paul was making her do it. After she was done, after bedtime, she started rubbing herself, masturbating in the dark and imagining herself watching Paul's pendant and being hypnotized, returning to be completely in his power for real.
The fourth day, Paul seemed to be back to normal. They even got naked in his room while Paul read the Lizard Rangers comic books with her, and they even snuggled for a while. Fae blushed and was about to kiss his cheek when she felt a little poke against her tummy. It felt just like his penis the other day, and it made her giggle - she wasn't sure why - to remember their conversation when he freed her. "Paul..."
Paul was blushing as he jumped away from her and grabbed his shorts. "Okay, we should get dressed now," he said, his words rushed and slurred together, but his actions said everything that mattered.
"Can't we play Hypnotist today," she asked, slipping her panties on.
"N-no," Paul said, shaking his head. "Mom is downstairs. What if she came up?"
"She's seen us play before," Fae protested, but Paul shut her down. She felt sad, though. She wanted to play Hypnotist. She wanted him to be her master again.
And that sadness was even worse when Paul wouldn't even talk to her for the next two days. Did Paul not like her anymore? Maybe he just didn't want her to be hypnotized, but she liked how it felt. She needed to talk to him, she needed to tell him how much she liked it.
Alright, she admitted it. Maybe she shouldn't have made her first word in private the "M" word. Because whatever Paul was upset about, that seemed to be set him off. "I'm not your master!"
They had yelled a little bit about that, and then Paul had kicked her out - since he couldn't storm off while they were in his house. As he closed the door he said, "We can't play Hypnotist anymore."
"Can't we talk," she whined.
"I... to... Tomorrow." He was... Fae swallowed as she heard the little choke in his voice. He was crying.
Had she made him cry?
"I... I'm sorry." Paul's fur was stained from crying. "I can't do this, Fae-fae."
Fae blinked, extremely confused. "You can't do what?"
"I can't play Hypnotist anymore," he said. "It makes me feel weird, and you make me feel weird, and... I just want to be friends."
Fae sighed. She wanted to be more than just friends. "Paul, I want to be more than just friends."
Paul shook his head. "I... I don't." He sighed heavily. "I need to, I need to... I, I'm just not ready for anything like that."
Fae sighed and hugged him. She still had hope that he might be her master again, and she would stay his friend until he was ready to be more than friends again. She didn't care how long it took, either.