A few years ago, I was playing with a wonderful hypnodomme named Vanity Vandeverre.
I was helpless against her suggestions. One day, we were chatting, and somehow, big boobs and milking came up in conversation. This is pretty normal conversation in Second Life! I think I said something like, “I can see the attraction, but it doesn’t do much for me.”
That was like a red rag to a bull. Vanity started talking about how nice big boobs were, to feel them sway and jiggle. She told me that I would feel mine growing, and swelling, and the heaviness of my udders would pull me down onto all fours.
I found that hilarious, and started to type, “Haha, nice try but no way that is going to happen!”
But before I could finish typing it, I felt the pull. In fact, as I’m writing this post and remembering this experience, I am leaning forward, feeling the extra weight again.
I did manage to type something like, “Oh no no no!”
I am still amazed at how easily she could control me. There was such a good connection there, a mischievous sense of fun that I couldn’t help but respond to. I’ve experienced being udner hypnotic compulsion before, but she was the first who made it seem so effortless. She had me wrapped around her fingers so easily.
So there I was, feeling the urge to drop from chair and get on all fours. She continued to type, telling me how much pleasure this was giving me. And that pleasure would grow when I started mooing. Soon, the urge would be all-consuming, and all I’d be able to do was crawl around on all fours, feeling my massive boobs full of milk swaying beneath me, mooing like a cowgirl.
And the more I moo’d, the more ecstatic I’d feel, until it bubbled over into a frothy orgasm.
Free will is a funny thing. I thought I didn’t want to do it. I felt it was undignified and silly. (And, of course, that’s why Vanity was making me do it.) But no matter how much i struggled against it, I couldn’t help myself, and I slid down to the floor.
I was soon crawling around, moo’ing quietly, aware that I wasn’t alone in the house. And soon those feelings bubbled over into orgasm. Just as I was coming down, catching my breath on all fours, the door burst open and my mother walked into the room…
That was like a splash of cold water, I was instantly awake, panicking. I stammered something about looking for a pen (thankfully, Vanity hadn’t had me take any clothes off this time).
I honestly cant remember what she asked me, though I’m fairly sure it wasn’t, “Giggli, can you keep the mooing down in here?”.
I have no idea if she thought anything was odd, or if she noticed the Second Life window on my monitor. We have never talked about it, and I think it’s best that things stay that way!
When I told Vanity, she was sympathetic, but also found it funny. I do too. Now. Not so much right at the time it happened though *giggle*
You’ll hear about Vanity again, in a post entitled, “The Hottest Hypnosis Experience of My Life!”