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Need. Craving. Desperation. from sweettist's blog

Hi there! I’m Sweet!

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And welcome to my page!


I write session logs of hypnosis sessions I've had. The session logs are in Text Trance format. If you don’t want to go under, skip the induction.


I’m a large, loud and loquacious librarian who loves to help people.


And sometimes the only way to help my subby boys is to make them moan, beg and whimper. And sometimes, like as in this session, that means making them needy, craving and desperate.


NOTE: In this blog, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one post may not be the Caleb in the previous post, or the next post either, but I will consistently using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while blank and mindless.


Start of session: Hypnotic Language Warning


Last time this Caleb heard my voice, I had deliberately left him needy for my voice to touch him in a certain place. This session is to deal with that.

I start the call and we talk back and forth for a few minutes, me deliberately teasing him by making him wait. Finally, I’m ready.


“Alright, Caleb. Do you feel sufficiently teased?”


“I do.”


“Ah, but, do I feel like you’ve been sufficiently teased?”


He nervously laughs. “You do.”


“Oh. Are you telling me what I’m thinking now?” I’m amused. I like Caleb’s humor.


“Uh. Probably not.” Another nervous laugh, with a bit of a stutter.


I slide into my Tist voice.


“Mhmmm. Caleb, would you like to go into trance with me?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“Very good. You enjoyed being petted down into trance by me, didn’t you?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“Very good. Take a deep breath in for me and let it out slowly.  Take another deep breath in for me and let it out slowly. Take one more deep breath in for me and this time, as you let it out slowly, you can feel your body relaxing and I’m going to bring you to a nice warm room, a sunlit room. With a nice, comfy couch.”

I hear him sigh as I continue. “You can picture you and I on that couch. I’m running my fingers down your head, down your neck and down, down, down your back. Petting you down your head, down your neck and down your back.”

My voice slows down. “And you can feel yourself dropping deeper and deeper every time I pet you down. Petting you down. Feeling so good, so relaxed as I’m petting you down.”

“Five, petting you down.”

“Four, petting you down.”

“Three, petting you down.”

“Two, petting you down.”

“And one. Petting you all the way deep deep, deep down into trance.”

“Five.”

“Four.”


“Three.”


“Two.”

“One.” Deeper and deeper. And remember, you can speak easily and normally under trance. In fact, the more normally and clearly you speak in trance, the deeper you go. How are you feeling?”


“Very good, Miss Sweet.” He spoke clearly.


“Good. I’m so very glad to hear that. So, where was my voice avoiding last session, when my voice was caressing the rest of you?”


“My cock. Miss Sweet.” His voice was matter of fact.


“Mmmm. That is a fantastic place for my voice to avoid. A fantastic place for you to feel needy. Mmmm. You know how much I enjoy you feeling needy, don’t you?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“Yes. I do enjoy it so very much. You needy and maybe even a little bit…” I pause “desperate. Is that right?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.” Mmmm. I do so enjoy the sound of that need building in his voice.


“Very good. Freeze. Good. You may release your mouth and you may speak. But you are going to be frozen for me, only allowed to move when I say so. Yes, Caleb?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“Good boy. Mmmm. There are so many ways I could control you. I would like you to think back to last session, and you can remember exactly the way my voice felt as it was caressing you. You can remember that, can’t you?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“In fact, you can even bring it here, can’t you?


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“Good. So you should now feel my voice-” He moans over my voice. I smile and continue. “Feel my voice caressing your frozen body. Mmmm.” He lets out another moan.


“Yes. Frozen for me. Unable to move. Unable to shift.” More moans as I describe this. I love how vocal he is.


“My voice caressing you wherever it wants to. Except that one place. Doing so well for me.” Three small moans.


“And you are under my control, so if I wanted to move your head… left. You find that I have the power to do so. Because you are under my control.”


He makes a small whimper, almost inaudible.


“I can also move your head… back, so your neck is exposed. One of my favorite things is sinking my teeth into a lovely, vulnerable neck.” Moan.


“Especially the neck of someone I control, someone unable to shift and unable to escape.” Two more moans. He’s turning me on already and we’ve barely started.


“Mmmm. In fact, I’m going to bring my mouth closer and closer to your neck, your exposed neck. Closer until you can feel my breath. And you know what’s coming next, don’t you?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“Yes. And I’m going to pull away, because you expect it.” He whimpers quite a bit as I continue speaking.


“And it’s no fun if you expect it. Oh, that’s no fun at all. In fact, now my voice’s caresses are going to start to avoid your neck. Because now your neck wants that bite.”


I think I enjoy his whimpers more than his moans, and that is saying something.  “Now, tell me, where are the two places my voice is avoiding?”


“My neck and my cock, Miss Sweet.” His answer is direct.


“Very good. And I’m going to shift my focus down to your nipples. Are they hard yet?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“Which nipple should I torture first, the left or the right? Mmmm. It’s so difficult to decide. So… I’ll twist both.”


He gasps and moans and I can tell he’s trying to arch his back but he’s frozen and can’t. This brings me quite a bit of sadistic glee.


“Both twisting. Twisting both.” I pause. “And release.” He sighs in relief as the twisting stops. I let him catch his breath.


“One of my hands is going to start rubbing your left nipple, rubbing ever so gently. Rubbing ever so gently.” I pause for a moment and then smack my hand on my own chest loudly and he gasps and jumps, even frozen. I give a bit of a sadist laugh as he moans. I wait a moment, giving him time to settle a bit.


“And moving my hand to the other nipple. And rubbing it ever so gently.” He gives a sound of protest and I grin.


“Oh, you know what’s coming next, don’t you?”


He makes a few whimpers and a gives a shaky “Yes, Miss Sweet.” Delightful.


“Yes. I wonder. Will I do it when you expect it? Or will I finally bite your neck? Or will I move on to some other part of you? Will I give you what you expect?” He whimpers. Some may even have called it a whine.


“I’m not sure if I want to give you what you expect.” I smack my hand loudly on my chest again. The gasp was louder this time. And as he shakily inhales and exhales, I give a laugh that some have classified as downright evil.


The moment I hear his breathing normalize, I stop laughing. “Left.” Smack! “Right” Smack! In quick succession. He gasp and moans and his breathing turns fast and shallow for a few moments as he registers all that pain.


“Those nipples should be stinging right now.” Lovely, delicious whimpers. “Mmmm. You are still frozen for me, aren’t you, Caleb?”


Whimper. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“How difficult is it to jump while frozen?”


“Very.” He forgot to call me Miss Sweet. I make a mental note, in case it happens again, and move on.


“Very good. I’m running my fingers through your hair now. Brushing your hair with my fingers. Brush.” He sighs and I can hear him settling and calming.


“Brush. Brush. Mmmm. Feeling so nice and good for me. Brush. Yes, such a good job. Brush.” I hear the sigh that means he is completely relaxed.


“Left.” Smack! “Right” Smack! In quick succession once again. Oh, the sounds that come out of his mouth I can’t quite describe, but they are extremely enjoyable. I give a gleeful laugh.


“Hi Caleb.”


Gasp. Gasp. “Ahhhh.” Such delicious sounds.


Oh, yes. I laugh again.


“How are you doing, Caleb?”


“Very good, Miss Sweet.”


“Good. Oh, look. Your neck is still exposed and vulnerable for me. BITES.” More sounds. “Biting harder. Biting even harder. Biting. Sinking, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper.” Pause as he whimpers and moans. He is doing quite a lot of that. I am not at all displeased.


“And release.” He gives another sigh of relief. “Oh, look at that. I made a mark. That’s okay. I like marking you. Mmmm. Running my hands now, down your chest.” Moan.


“Down your hips. Down to your thighs and spreading them. Spreading your thighs so I can see everything you have to offer on display for me. That part of you that my voice is ignoring on display for me. Do you like being on display for me, Caleb?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.” I can tell from his voice that he does, indeed, like being on display for me.


“Good. I’m going to run my hands up and down your inner thighs. Slowly up and down. Such a good boy for me. In fact, you’ve been such a good boy, I’m going to kneel between your legs. You can see me there, can’t you?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.” A whisper, huh. Perhaps he didn’t trust his voice not to break.


“Watching as my eyes focus on your cock. On that needy, desperate cock. The cock that craves.” He gives a heavy exhale.


“I’m going to take one finger while you watch and almost, almost touch it. Mmmm.” Whimpering.


“Running my finger, almost touching, from the head all the way down the base. In fact, I’m going to wrap my hand around it, still not quite touching it.” More whimpering, these being more high pitched than the previous ones.


“And running my hand up and down that space surrounding it. Up and down.”


“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” His voice is still high pitched.


“You could feel this… if I allowed it.” My voice was teasing and tempting.


“Please?” He sounds so good when he begs.


“Oh. I do love the way you beg.” And it’s true. I do love the way he begs.


“Please? Please?” His voice full of need.


“In fact, I enjoy your begging so much that I’m going to bring my head forward. Bringing my mouth closer… and closer… to your head.”


“Ah!” Gasping breath. “Ah!”


“I’m going to bring my mouth over your head, not touching it.” Whimper. “But you can feel the warm air of my mouth but nothing else.” Deep, shuddering breath. “But no actual contact.”

His whimpers quickly become whines. “Ahhh! Ahhh!”


“You can even feel me breathing in and out. Feeling that air pass over that head, that needy head. Mmmm. I bet your cock is twitching, isn’t it?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.” Said again in a whisper.


“So needy. With my hand and my mouth so close to giving it what it craves.”


“Please. Please.” Still whispering. Perhaps I stole his voice along with his will. Aw well. I’m sure he’ll find it eventually.

“So close.” Teasing lilt to my voice.


“Yes! Please! Yes!” Oh, the pleasure of teasing him. Mmmm. I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying all that neediness in his voice.

“And moving my mouth and my hand away.”


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