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Hey there! I wrote a story about a guy who buys a week of hypnotic enslavement from a very suave hypnotist. Tell me what you think, if you'd be so kind! J

Joel Malone brushed his claws through his scruffy, brown head fur nervously. The scent of a freshly cleaned house wafted through the homey, carpeted living room. Sitting in the middle of which, atop a black leather sofa, the burly German Shepherd twiddled his thumbs, shuffling agitated in his white t-shirt and beige khakis which struggled against the canine's bulging muscular build. His socked feet tapped against the carpet anxiously.

The sun shone brightly through the window across from Joel as he removed his phone from his pocket and checked the time. The bright screen read: 3:55 pm. After a few misses with a trembling thumb, Joel opened his most recent conversation with a contact under the name of Dapper.

"I will arrive at 4 o' clock, on the dot. Do try and relax in the meantime."

_ _ Joel leant back in the sofa, exhaling deeply. He attempted to calm his nerves but the erection in his pants disagreed with this plan. Five minutes more he would have to wait. He'd already waited two months for this day, yet these last five minutes felt like a century. In one way, it was a relief. He felt an incredible rush of excitement for this fur's visit, but he also could not shake his sense of hesitation.

One day recently, the young canine stumbled upon a very... stimulating website during one of his numerous google searches. My website, to be exact. Joel swallowed in surprise when he saw the promises that the homepage made to him:

'Hello, good sir or madam,'

_ 'If you have stumbled upon our humble site, then you are either very interested in the concept of erotic mind control, or you have been snooping through the browsing history of someone who is. In the case of the former, welcome.'_

_ 'We know what you came for. And we can provide you with that need you feel deeply within yourself. That need to feel the control of someone powerful over your mind and body- to be seduced and subdued under the command of a talented hypnotist- to be drawn into blissful obedience.'_

_ 'We can provide that. Quite easily.'_

_ 'It sounds far-fetched. Perhaps you've heard that such control is impossible and that the kind of hypnosis you see in the films is a work of imagination. We can assure you that paying for our services will provide 100% legitimate erotic mind control. That's exciting to you, isn't it.'_

_ 'Before you decline or accept, please, view the sample video below.'_

_ _ Joel had to admit that he was skeptical. He'd heard such claims from other sources and wasn't convinced to go spending money on any sort of services. Yet, he decided to indulge his remaining curiosity and hit play, enlarging the small, embedded video so as to see this "sample" more easily.

What greeted him once the video had buffered was not an audio only presentation of yet another generic hypnosis mp3 like he had expected, but a high quality video of a young panther who couldn't have been older than twenty years of age sitting in a plush, leather armchair. Surrounding him was a bright spotlight, reflecting brilliantly off of the milk white suit he wore. The only articles of clothing he wore which were not of that endless white were his black dress shoes and tie. His fur, dark as the night, was groomed to a shimmering perfection, his short, black head fur handsomely draping his slightly grinning, gorgeous face. Joel looked into his green eyes almost instantly and, without realizing it, leaned back in his comfy office chair.

"Good day," the panther stated formally. Those two words sparked a thrill throughout Joel's body. That voice was like a silk for his ears, he couldn't help but wrap himself within its call. Why, to hear more words coming out of those lips felt like a pleasure he could never refuse. A moment later, he received his wish. "I'd you like you to take a deep breath... and relax."

Joel didn't remember the next ten minutes of his life. He did, however, regain awareness during the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. Suddenly, he found himself kneeling on his hardwood floor, pumping his unsheathed, twitching, thick, ten-inch, canine cock in rhythm to the sound of the panther's voice.

"That's it, let the pleasure flow..." said that beautiful voice as waves upon waves of earth-shattering passion surged up and down his dick alongside his very eager hands. Joel's cock spewed cum like a fire hose, the hot fluid spurting onto the floor as well as the underside of his desk. As the irresistible waves of pleasure coursed through his bloodstream, Joel felt unstoppable feelings of surprise, fear, and utter arousal. Eyes rolling back in his head, the Shepherd discarded his hesitation to bask in the overwhelming pleasure of letting that voice bring this ultimate release to him.

Upon ejecting the contents of his balls, Joel felt the strength leave his body and he softly fell backwards, completely out of breath. As his brain caught up with the journey his body had just gone on, he felt the distinct sensation of cum slowly cooling on his torso.

"Take a minute now... collect yourself. I'll wait."

Joel did so very gradually. Once the initial euphoric thrill of what had occurred began to leave him, the dread sank in again. What had happened to him? He had never been so sexually stimulated in his life. Yet, he couldn't remember a thing. Where were his clothes? Why had he gotten down on his knees? There was only one explanation for how a mere five minute video could cause such events to occur.

That thought excited and terrified the poor pup.

"That, my friend," Joel's ears perked at the sound of the panther's voice, "is a fraction of the pleasure one of our hypnotists can give you should you choose to enlist our services. And please, don't worry, I have not made any alterations to your psyche in any way. I simply allowed you to enjoy the true pleasure you have been denied by this 'reality' you have lived through up to now. We're not out to make slaves unless you specifically request such a session. All our packages are accompanied by a legal agreement to leave the client's mental state unaltered unless such alterations are specifically requested." Joel looked up at the panther on the screen who hadn't budged an inch with his warm, confident demeanor since the start of the video. "I can, however, control you at my whim. Should you require further proof, dear viewer, and have a working webcam, you will find that you have recorded yourself while you were under. Please watch it. However, do make sure to play it with no sound as you might fall under again." The panther chuckled. "If what you find excites you, by all means, view the packages available and I can assure you, you will not be disappointed. Thank you for your time."

With that, the video ended and my face disappeared. Joel, despite the weariness in his limbs, clambered to his feet to find that his webcam was indeed switched on. Checking his taskbar, he found that he had turned on the recording nearly twenty seconds into the video and it was still running. He immediately ended the recording and loaded the playback.

His jaw dropped.

He saw himself, fully dressed, smiling a gigantic, dopey smile, like a child without a care in the world. Ten seconds in, he saw himself standing up as if he were a soldier who'd just been called to attention. Afterwards, with that smile still plastered upon his face, he looked at the screen in a such a way that it couldn't have been mistaken for anything but seductive. Slowly, as if it were wet, he peeled his T-shirt off, the article of clothing revealing his perfect abs one by one in a tantalizing fashion. Once it was off, his past self tossed it aside as if the thought of wearing a shirt disgusted him. Next came the pants, and the dog was sure to make the process just as gradual and sexy as possible. The underpants were soon to follow.

No more than a minute had passed seeing himself entranced and the German Shepherd couldn't take his eyes away as he saw himself dance in a manner befitting of a stripper, hands behind his head, cock bobbing in time with his movements. Throughout it all, the pup had that distinct, happy little smile on his muzzle.

How do I know all this? Why, he told me, of course. I was sure to watch his video too. It wasn't half bad. Considering the many customers I've had perform for my pre-recorded self, I'd say he was in the top twenty.

I also know that he couldn't have hit our list of available offers any faster if he tried.

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Joel's ears perked up as he looked through his window, spotting a sparkling black stretch limo rounding the corner toward his house. His heart beating a mile a minute, he sped to the door, his entire body warm as a stove.

On my end, my rhino chauffeur, Henry, opened the door with a smile. Henry was the perfect worker. He was always punctual and handsome to boot. His muscles begged release in his uniform, and I'm sure they would if I requested it. I knew he was a bodybuilder of reputable size, towering over me at 7'6'' and easily conquering me in terms of muscle build. His eyes, as usual lit up when he saw me. Regardless of his biology, I spotted his tail wagging at my presence.

This was not, however, about Henry, as much as I adore our... rides in the backseat.

"Here we are, sir," Henry exposited as I slipped silently out of the limousine.

"Precisely on time, as usual," I praised him truthfully, resulting in the rhino standing a tad straighter. I pat his rump on my way past, a simple gesture which gave way to an instant, visible reaction in his trousers.

"Thank you very much sir," Henry replied adorably. I chuckled and approached the front door of Joel's middle class house in quite the lovely neighborhood. He didn't have much for a garden, but his lawn was mowed to a respectable level and I found myself eager to meet the gentleman who had paid for the deluxe package. I reached with a curled fist to knock on the young man's door when it swung open from the other side, my hand a good few inches away yet. I grinned. It seemed I wasn't the only eager one here.

In fact, when I met Joel in person for the first time, I could see the anxiousness and excitement painted across his face. Those wide eyes and those flushed cheeks spoke all the words I would ever need. The surprise that face held also told me that he most definitely watched the introductory video. I smiled kindly at him while, admittedly, imagining his tightly stacked body following the commands I had placed in that little presentation.

"Good afternoon, Mister Malone," I greeted him with a warm smile, holding out a hand for him to shake. I saw his ears twitch at my words and I chuckled inwardly. It seemed he was already hooked on my voice. With a trembling hand, he reciprocated the gesture. The German Shepherd was nervous which, while cute, can be a hindrance for these first-time customers. "Do try and relax, Mister Malone."

Already the frantic beats of his heart began to soften. He wasn't entirely aware, but I'd already hooked him without even trying.

"Are you prepared?" I asked the taller man, never losing eye contact.

"Y-Yeah, I just have to grab my records and my-" he spluttered nervously before I interrupted.

"The records will be the only requirement, Mister Malone. You have already paid for the deluxe package. Any and all clothing, toiletries or medical supplies will be provided for you at our destination."

"Oh, I-I see," he blushed further before reaching to some papers atop a hallway table and handing them to me. I glanced over the STD test results, finding that he was clean as of yesterday. My grin grew. "Very well. We'll discuss the next week en route to our destination."

"Al-Alright, sounds good," Joel responded, smiling.

After the canine had locked his door, we entered the limo, Henry allowing our precious customer in first. Joel did two things upon entering the limo. He took in the luxurious atmosphere of my usual transportation and he fixated on me once I had entered. I reached over to the cupboard next to me, opening it to reveal wine bottles of varying sizes.

"Can I interest you in a drink?" I asked. "It will not be added to your bill, if you're wondering."

"Um, yeah, tha'd be great," he answered, still slightly nervous. I poured us each a glass of my favourite red wine. I waited for the limousine to move and for the poor, jittery canine to settle down before actually beginning to speak of his upcoming session.

"So, Mister Malone," I began, drawing his attention, "I must first thank you for purchasing this package. It is quite expensive, but it is the best experience I can provide you. I do, however, have to ask you a few questions, some of which were not on the initial form."

"Fair enough, yeah?" Joel answered quickly, still showing his nervous side. I merely chuckled.

"It is quite alright, Mister Malone. I do not plan on hypnotizing you until the actual session begins at precisely six o' clock. Our destination lies in the city so we will have enough time to get acquainted."

"R-right. Sorry, this is...." Joel trailed off.

"I understand that it's a very new experience to you. There isn't any sort of opportunity outside of this side business of mine which allows subjects to experience hypnosis of this magnitude. I do have to ask: Are you absolutely sure you still wish to-"

"Yes!" He replied quickly before chuckling offhandedly. "I... that sample was... really hot."

"Splendid. Then, allow me to officially introduce myself. You may call me Dapper... when you are not hypnotized if you so choose."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his crotch twitch.

"I also must apologize for making you wait for two months," I continued. "Our services have become quite popular to men and women who feel the same way you do. We have multiple hypnotists at our disposal but only I and a fellow female hypnotist can perform for the services you have requested. We might have gotten around to you more quickly but you did specifically request a male."

"Yeah, well, honestly I was..." Joel turned away, a sheepish smile on his face. "...hoping you'd be the one I'd get."

I perked my brow.

"I'm quite flattered, Mister Malone."

"Call me Joel."

"Very well Joel. I thank you for the compliment. I assure you, we'll be getting to know a lot of each other during this next week." I grinned as I removed my phone from my pocket, opening my notes on this handsome canine. I found his likes and dislikes under the title: 'Joel Malone, Age 25'. "Now, Joel, your information states that you do not wish to be treated as a slave when you go under, but a pet at most. You opted out of cock and balls torture and all kinds of painful fetishes which we could explore. These were your only restrictions, yes?" Joel nodded. "As for things you especially wanted to experience, is the list still accurate by saying you would like me to exploit your foot fetish as much as possible?" Joel nodded again with a blush this time for good measure. "You had curiosity in spending time with bondage as well as mentally becoming a feral pet? Collars and doggie bowls included?" One more nod from the puppy and I had to stop myself when I saw he was getting embarrassed at this list. I placed a hand on his knee and he looked at me in surprise.

This often happened where my subjects thought I was some perverted hypno-master who wanted to use their sexual preferences for profit, which couldn't have been further from the truth.

"Joel, liking something which you may have seen as shameful or embarrassing growing up does not reflect your value as a person." Joel's ears perked as he heard the sincerity in my tone. "In fact, it takes courage, humility, and an acceptance of who you are to realize that you enjoy and get excited about certain things. Exploring what makes you happy doesn't diminish the accomplishments you've worked hard for! This is simply a fun way to spend a week that we can both enjoy. Everyday people can have the most outlandish of fetishes that you and I can't understand, but that doesn't reduce their worth as people- we can't help ourselves after all. In this business of mine, the customer gets to experience something truly erotic which entertains their deepest fantasies and we hypnotists make a little money out of it. So please, relax and just enjoy yourself. It won't be very fun if you spend the whole time worrying."

Joel smiled at me and for the first time that day, I knew he was enjoying himself.

"Take Henry, my beloved chauffeur for example," I said, addressing the rhino on the other side of the open partition. He smiled as his name was mentioned, but kept his eyes firmly on the road. "He was suppressing who he was deep down inside, a big, friendly, submissive rhino who enjoyed the occasional romp."

"Occasional, sir?" the rhino teased. I chuckled.

"When I first met him, it was in an alleyway and he attempted to mug me." Joel's eyes widened and darted over to the driver.

"It's something I feel shameful for, sir," the rhino declared, honestly. "But I don't really regret it neither. Y'got my life on track an' all, sir."

"Yes, you see, he went by a different name at the time. What was it Henry?"

"Don't remember sir."

"Ah, yes, I erased it, that's right. Well, we'll just call him Todd for now. Todd was attempting to mug me and, well, I couldn't have that. So, I used my talents of... persuasion to put him under. Of course, you know what that's like, Joel."

I winked at the canine and he beamed vigorously.

"Afterward, I asked Todd what he thought he was doing and he told me a very sad story about how he wasn't able to get a job to support his family due to his home business going bankrupt. Todd wasn't very savvy to the business world, truth be told. Todd thought he was business-savvy, of course, but, you see, Todd was not this rhino's true self."

Joel tilted his head at this comment. Funnily enough, Henry took up the story from there.

"Mister Dapper sir went nice and deep in my head and found I was raised to be someone I wasn't. I had been taught that being straight and dominant in this world was very manly and righteous when really I'm a just a real submissive person at heart and he helped me to accept that right in that alley there. I realized the reason my wife and I didn't get along so well was because I just wasn't into the ladies. And then he gave me a job right there on the spot! I'm so grateful to Mister Dapper's kindness! I love you Mister Dapper!"

I chuckled and glanced at Joel who looked stunned to say the very least. That story always hooks even my most resistant of subjects. It both demonstrated to them the power I had over those I hypnotized while also reassuring them that I was not a cruel manipulator. Though, Henry and I did have to talk about the ending. Always saying that he loved me at the end of every story, while true, did paint the picture that I had somehow made him say that.

"I only use my power for four reasons, Joel." I looked him straight in the eye again as I spoke. "The first is for customers like yourself who wish for brief therapeutic or erotic experiences. The second is for self defense purposes, such as the case with our friend Todd. Potential assailants tend to underestimate my possible resistance quotient when taking my stature into account and they are in for quite the surprise when I make them dance all the way to the police station." I winked. "The third is for friends or strangers who need help and I'm feeling like a nice guy. Again, much like Henry's case. And the last... is for business."

"Did you..." Joel gulped, "... get all your money by-"

"By turning wealthy businessmen into my loyal puppets or some such scenario? Not quite." I smiled reassuringly. "But... that is a story for another day. Do you feel comfortable with discussing our upcoming activities? I must warn you, once this limousine arrives at our destination, we will begin and you will no longer be allowed to make your own choices."

Joel performed a cute little squirming gesture in his seat. Smiling, he said: "When will that be?"

I grinned back. "I will not be telling you."

Just like that, the canine's trousers had a completely pitched tent.

"Nah, sounds like you got everything sorted. I'm really... really excited." Joel blurted out, blushing and grinning like a middle school student at his first romantic excursion.

"Haha, I bet. Very well then, you might as well become accustomed to not thinking about the details. Soon, you won't be able to." I winked. "So, Joel, since we have the time, would you care to tell me about yourself? I like to get a good... feel for who I'll be working with."

"Not much to say. I usually act as the principal for a John Barret Middle School here in town. In the summer, I spend some time as a lifeguard over at MacDonald Beach."

"Hmmm, you must work quite hard in that case." I gazed into his glimmering blue eyes, not allowing him to break this connection of sight. "I can see why it must be tempting to let your constantly active mind relax. Another voice taking over would be quite tempting, wouldn't it?"

Joel was silent. Knowing that he was usually the one in charge made this all the more delicious. He didn't want the arduous task of making a single decision and I was more than happy to oblige.

Even as our forward momentum began to slow, I wouldn't blink or break eye contact with Joel. And whether the Shep was aware of it or not, he _couldn't_break eye contact with me. He didn't even notice when Henry brought the vehicle to a complete stop. This is my favourite part. The subject is willing, but unaware of my methods. So innocent. So excited.

I always wonder what my subjects see when they look into my eyes. I once considered experimenting in a mirror but I never found the time. I settle for making an educated guess based on their facial expressions. Much like Joel most subjects don't even realize it as first. In fact, they stop realizing a few things. They don't notice their breathing slowing or their thoughts becoming focused on how pretty my eyes are. Joel was showing both these signs and much, much more. Intervals between his eyelids blinking became longer and longer until he felt they were no longer necessary. They just got in the way of seeing my shiny emerald eyes which he felt himself falling deeper and deeper into every second.

For a moment, the pup attempted to look away in, what I had to guess as, a subconscious resistance tactic. Whether he knew it or not, he wanted to play hard to get, to be forced under my power and made into my captive. However sweet I found it, I cupped his muzzle in one hand and gently turned him back into the emerald pools which he felt himself falling into once again, only deeper this time.

"Time to relax, Joel. It's been such a loooong day after all and the seat beneath you is so plush and comfy." Already I could see his muscles relaxing into the leather supporting him, his mind already becoming so pliable as my words slithered into his mind where they could replace any remaining thoughts my eyes had not already swept from his head.

I grinned, toothily.

I do love the deluxe package.

I made this prologue to see if this idea of erotic hypno-master for hire would spark any interest! If there's a positive response, I'll make more! With some actual yiff, yes. :3 Have a good day everyone!